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crusty-chronicles · 2 days ago

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Smut Week: Day Six

Kurama's Heat

NSFW: MDI

Warnings: possessive behavior, biting, unprotected sex, doggy-style, knotting, creampies, use of aphrodisiacs, afab reader

There was something off with your boyfriend. He'd been acting strange ever since he came back from that ‘business trip.’ For starters, he was the clingiest you'd ever seen him. Constantly rubbing his face in your neck whenever he got the chance. Insisting you stay inside whenever you tried to leave your house. You thought you heard him mumbling something about a ‘den’ the first time he did it.

It didn't help that he'd start trailing sweet kisses on your neck that left you hot and bothered. You didn't know why he'd become so needy all of a sudden. Face flushed every time you'd catch him staring for so long.

His behavior had you worried.

You couldn't have known the true reason for his actions.

Hell, he barely understood them himself.

Kurama knew reconnecting with his demon side would have its effects. He assumed they'd be positive for the most part. More spirit energy, finely attuned senses, things he could use to protect you. He hadn't accounted for his more primal instincts to resurface.

Wanting to rub his scent into your skin to ward off anyone else. Though he knew the humans you'd come across wouldn't be able to smell it anyways. He wanted to keep you inside where it was safe. Where he could tend to your every need so long as your scent mingled with his. Piling pillows and blankets on the bed as a makeshift den.

He hadn't meant to tease you. But he simply couldn't help himself. Kissing your neck to satisfy the need to cover it in dark splotches. He was slowly losing himself. Head full of nothing but the thought of bending you over and filling you up. Turning away in shame every time he met your eyes.

The fact that he could smell you didn't help his case.

Why of all times did you have to be ovulating when he was going through a heat.

He knew you could tell something was up. Watching him with a concerned expression every time his carnal instincts kicked in. He would explain things to you, except he didn't quite know where to begin. It'd been years since he experienced a heat. The feeling was foreign in his human body.

It's not like he hadn't told you what he was. He couldn't keep that part of his life a secret forever. But how could he possibly tell you his skin burned with desire at the thought of you? That he wanted nothing more than for you to reek of your combined essences? And how could he possibly explain to you he'd gone back to that accursed place: The Demon World.

He had a feeling that's what sparked this in the first place. And he tried, Kurama really tried to leave you out of it. Creating several different serums in the hopes they would cure him of this heinous desire. Alas, none of them seemed to do the trick.

He tried to take care of things himself, but your sweet scent engulfed him in your shared home. It only egged him on further. He didn't want to risk getting you involved, fearing he'd somehow break you. He wouldn't be able to hold himself back. Or worse, what if Yoko came out.

Things came to a head when he started avoiding you. He'd convinced himself it was for your sake. In reality, it was to preserve what little sanity he had left. You confronted him. He should've known you would.

He couldn't focus on your frustrated words. Your blatant concern for his off behavior. He was too busy restraining himself from pouncing on you. But he sure as hell could smell you. Your pheromones were calling to him. Alerting the fox demon to the fertileness of your cunt.

His back was facing you, hands clenching and unclenching as you continued your rant. All it took was your hand on his shoulder and he had you pinned to the wall. An eerie gold tint to his eyes while he stared you down.

“Shuichi, what's gotten into you?” You questioned.

Your only response was his head dipping down to your neck. Unusually sharp teeth grazing your pulse. His skin was hot to the touch. Searing into your own as he mumbled something into your skin

“Please forgive me dearest, for what I'm about to do.”

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Your sweet, sweet boyfriend Shuichi. The one who was never anything but sweet and gentle with you, currently had shoved you face first in the sheets while he hastily fucked into you. His body pressed firmly against yours with his hands encasing yours from above. Bite marks littered your neck. Some deep enough to break the skin. But he'd only lapped up your blood with eagerness. Savoring the metallic taste.

He rutted into your gooey cunt with force. As if trying to get out his pent up frustrations. Your cries of pleasure only driving him forward. Every squelch from where you were connected had his head dizzy. Thoughts becoming more deprived by the minute.

A part of him couldn't help but feel bad. He didn't prep you properly before he’d given in to his instincts. Despite the lust fogging his mind, he didn't want you to be in any discomfort. You needed to feel good too.

He wasn't as selfish as he had been all those years ago. Subtly sprouting aphrodisiac plants and willing them to release their pollen. It wasn't long before slick began to coat between your legs. Smearing on his cock and making it all the more easier to ravish you.

“Shuichi! Need you!” You whined into the sheets.

Your body felt like it was on fire. Needs lining up perfectly with his. You couldn't help but move your hips backwards to meet his thrusts. Enjoying the way he was stretching you out so good. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was mounting you like an animal.

You could feel him let out an amused huff against your neck. Your previous cries making him coo softly at you.

“My sweet mate. You're mine, aren't you?”

You nodded feebly. Whimpering at the sharp nip to your shoulder. Unable to do anything and unaware of how Kurama’s eyes had shifted completely to gold. Your cunt clenching down as he fucked you with fervor.

“You had no idea what you were getting into. I told you, and still you insisted to stay. Now I get to reap the rewards.”

He was hanging on by a thread. Biting into your shoulder to keep his own moans at bay. His body was searing with heat. Sweat clinging onto his forehead with every movement. He was sure he'd never looked so disheveled. So debauched.

Your scent entangled with his put his body ablaze. Pressing his body closer to yours, very much grateful for your tight welcoming hole. He hardly noticed when the base of his cock started to swell. Rutting faster inside as the knot tightened in his stomach.

“I revere you. Won't you please alleviate the heat in my skin? Satisfy my hunger for your very being?”

As if he'd let you go right now.

“Do anything for you,” you moaned out. Feeling your cunt begin to flutter around his cock. Pressure in your stomach about to burst.

He was no longer pulling out of you. Choosing instead to grind into your warm heat. He released one of your hands to run fast circles on your clit. Your cry music to his ears. He felt your legs begin to shake, giving a sharp pinch to the sensitive bud. His previous experience making it easier to navigate your body.

Your high washed over you before you could fathom what happened. Legs giving out under your as white hot pleasure coursed through your body. At the feeling of you spasming around him, Kurama pushed himself the deepest he could go inside you. Cock pressed firmly against your cervix as he coated it in white. Ropes of his cum painting the inside of your walls.

You were snapped out of your blissful daze by a sharp stretch in your cunt. Mouth falling open in disbelief. It was getting bigger inside you. Swelling way past your walls’ limits. Words completely failing you.

Kurama tried to pull out, only for your cunt to suction around the very swollen base of his cock. A surprised groan leaving him when your tight hole wouldn't let go. Your body arching into his at the resistance.

“Too big! Ah, what's happening?” You tried to pull forward, only to let out a hiss at the pressure against your entrance.

“K-knot,” he mumbled.

“Huh?’

“My knot. I didn't know this body was capable of doing it.”

Oh what had you done to him. Made him so feral he'd knotted up your sweet pussy. He collapsed on top of you. Stilling his body as best he could to prevent himself from getting worked up again.

“Seems we're stuck like this.” He explained.

Knot plugging you completely with his seed so that none would drip out. You squirmed at the feeling. The warmth of his cum battling the utter fullness that consumed you. You did your best to relax your body.

For a first heat, it could've gone worse. At least his demon form hadn't surfaced. And you didn't seem to be in any extreme discomfort. Seems he'd been worried over nothing.

#yu yu hakusho x reader #yyh x reader #kurama x reader #yyh kurama #kurama yu yu hakusho #shuichi minamino #kurama smut #x reader #yu yu hakusho smut

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midnightsun-if · 11 months ago

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”Probably using some of the other roommates as “human” shields…. Which would end up being interesting depending on who it is.”

how would each RO react to being the human shield?

Koda:

“Can I hide behind you for a sec, big guy?”

A warm grin tugs at Koda’s lips. “Sure!” He shifts a bit so Blake could worm into the space behind him. “Is there something you need? I’m just doing some light reading for Sloane.”

Blake’s brow furrows in confusion. “Why?”

“Something about me not understanding the core concept of personal space.” Koda shrugs. “Thought I should get a bit of a head start on learning.”

Opening and closing their mouth, Blake tries to come up with a proper response to that but, before they could, which was either fortunate or not, the door to the den slams open and you’re fuming form stands at the entrance. A sight that causes them to skink further back into the shadows and behind the considerable bulk of the bear-shifter. Good, I probably won’t be seen. All I have to do is be quiet and—

“Hey MC!” Koda waves his hand, booming voice almost rattling the glass panes of the high arching windows. “Blake and I were just doing some reading. Would you like to join us?”

Scarlett:

“Hide me.”

The panicked voice causes emerald eyes to raise from age-worn pages, an elegant brow furrowed with the barest hints of exasperation being shown by the downturn of full lips. Rising from her seated position, Scarlett scoffs at the seemingly endless audacity that Blake Herrera showcased on a daily basis.

“Do you truly think—“ Her words are cut off as the insipid hell-spawn tucks themself behind her, just as the library door bursts open and you make an appearance. At the sight, and by simply knowing the relationship between the two, Scarlett almost lets out a long-suffering sigh. She’s been alive for over two hundred years, but she’s never been quite as tired since having to deal with you both. “I’m not getting in the middle of this.”

Taking her book, and the rest of her wine, Scarlett arches a brow as she looks into widened violet eyes. “You’ve dealt your own hand. Now reap what you’ve sowed.” With that she makes her way out of the library, only offering you a cursory glance as she passes. “They’re all yours. Please try not to make too much of a mess. I do wish to return later on and finish my reading.”

Cyrus/Cyra:

“Think you can help me with something, hot stuff?”

A delicate brow furrows. “I thought I told you to desist with that nickname.”

“Right, right. Sorry.” Blake offers them an apologetic smile. “Still… D’ya think you can help me with something, Birdie?”

Red flashes in the dual-colored gaze before a calming breath is issued to stem whatever reaction they were about to have. “What is it? I’m not sure I’m interested in any proposition you’d have to offer me.”

“For one thing that sort of hurts my heart to hear and for another if I was propositioning you, you’d be more than aware of it.” The demon-hybrid glances over their shoulders worriedly. “I just need to use you as potential cover in case MC finds me. Simple, right?”

“That doesn’t sound simple in the slightest. You know I don’t like getting in the middle of whatever squabbles you and MC have with one another.” They pinch the bridge of their nose. “Especially since they tend to be quite ridiculous.”

Blake splays out their hands, faux-innocence etched across their face. “Aren’t I one of your subjects? Isn’t it like a duty, or something, to help protect me?”

“That’s not how that works at all, Blake.” They glance at something, an amused look briefly gracing their features. “It seems like my time here is up. I have a test to get prepared for and I don’t think a panicking demon will help me concentrate for it.”

They pat Blake’s arm, an almost awkward smile on their lips. “I do hope I see you for dinner.”

Quinn:

“You’ve eaten more of MCs food, haven’t you?”

The plea for help is born and dies on Blake’s lips as Quinn’s amused sapphire gaze meets their own— a small pout forming on their lips in its stead.

“It’s not any fun to be fleeing for my life when you already know the reason.” Blake shakes their head, crossing their arms. “How did you hear about it anyway?”

Quinn arches a brow. “We’re in the living room, Blake. A mere fifty feet from the entrance to the dining room.” At Blake’s expectant look a soft sigh escapes them. “I heard it. With my ears.”

“Well that’s just cheating.” Glancing behind them, they’re glad to see that MC hasn’t gone in full pursuit yet. Probably still assessing the damage. “Do you think you could distract MC for a bit? At least until I find someone who’ll actually play along.”

Quinn shrugs. “I don’t see why not. I’ll give you an extra five minutes to find someone.” Sapphire eyes glance towards the dining room. “I’d make it quick though. I don’t think MC will let this pass so easily this time.”

No, Blake muses, I don’t think so either…

Caden:

“Hey, Casper,” Blake says, charming smile in full effect as they sidle next to the hunched over form. “Haven’t spoken to you in a bit. How have you been?”

Argent eyes flicker with curiosity. “We rarely ever speak. In fact I can think of only three times we’ve had actual conversations.” Caden looks back down at their work, jotting down a couple more notes in various places. “Shouldn’t you be with MC? I’d assume you’d be spending the afternoon together.”

“Thought I’d spend it with you instead. Realized that we haven’t gotten some one-on-one time together and wanted to fix that.” Something that Blake will have to rectify regardless; just not when they’re currently fearful for their life. “What do you say?”

Caden looks up, eyes flickering to the entrance of the dining room before looking back. “I say that you’ve gotten yourself into trouble and wish to have a way out of it.” Closing their notebook, they stand from the table. “And, I regret to inform you, that I do not work for you. I do not wish to interfere with whatever it is you’ve done with the child of the woman that actually pays my salary. I do wish for the best for you.”

With that Caden makes a quick exit out of the room. Leaving a flabbergasted half-demon and fuming vampire behind.

Sloane:

Hazel eyes narrow into slits even before Blake can get one word out, lips curling into a snarl around the cigarette dangling from them. “Whatever you’re about to ask the answer is abso-fucking-lutely not.” They take one last drag, before they crush the remnants of the cigarette underneath a leather clad heel. “I don’t have time to deal with your brand of idiocy today, Herrera.”

Blake places their hands over their heart. “I’m hurt, wolfie, deeply and truly.” Sloane’s eyes narrow dangerously at the nickname. “I promise if you help me out this time, I won’t bother you for the next month.”

“Or—“ Sloane rolls their shoulders, lazy smirk tugging at their lips. “I could leave you to whatever mess you’ve created for yourself, which will probably keep you out of my hair for even longer.”

“You see that’s not exactly the answer I was hoping for.”

Sloane shrugs, hazel eyes locking with something over Blake’s shoulder. “Then you shouldn’t have come to me.” Pushing off the wall they had been leaning against, they brush past the demon-hybrid. Leaving Blake to contend with their irate best friend alone.

Reginald/Regina:

“Short Stack,” Blake calls the moment they clock the familiar human with an armful of books and papers. “Need a favor.”

A wide smile stretches across their lips, blue-green eyes sparkling with immediate interest. “What do you need? It’s not about another seance, right?” Their brow furrows slightly. “Scarlett told me you were just messing with me about that.”

Blake scoffs. “Beauty Queen likes to ruin future projects it seems.” Serves me right for messing around with her… She could have done a lot worse. And has… Shaking their head, Blake forces themself to focus. “But it’s not about that, sprout. I just need a place to hide out for a bit and thought that I could hangout in your room.”

“You want to hangout with me? Isn’t MC done with their classes?” Skillfully maneuvering the objects in their arms, R glances down at their watch. “It’s about that time.”

Wrapping an arm around slim shoulders, the demon-hybrid lets loose a soft chuckle, quickly pulling the small human in the direction they needed to go when they take note of their irate best friend on the other side of the quad. “Why would I want to do that when I have you right here?”

“I suppose.”

A charming grin catches on Blake’s lips. “You got any food in that bag of yours?”

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: r presley #ro: c aurelia #ro: quinn grant #ro: sloane addams #ro: koda kingston #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

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teathyme4thedevil · 1 year ago

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Demon/Human Pact Mark Headcanons ft. MC Thyme

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Pacts are made by a demon biting a human and injecting their demonic magic into their muscle tissue like venom. The more of their own magic the human has, even inactivated, the harder their body fights back against the foreign magic. The human becomes laid up for several days while they recover from the venom.

After successfully pacting a human, demons become extremely protective to the point of occasionally going feral, depending on their level of control. For example Mammon and Asmo didn’t shift but Levi and Beel did. Satan was already shifted into a feral state when he forced the bond.

A protective demon will hide away their new human master, tucking their weakened body into their personal dens and guarding them with their life. They will not eat or sleep, relying on their heightened demonic energy to keep their bodies strong and stable.

A demon can force a pact on a human by biting them without permission with the intent on forming a pact. This rarely ever happens since demons try to avoid pacting with humans to begin with. When this is the case the pact mark is never to heal properly, forever burnt into the humans skin, unlike consensual pact marks that fade into scars after a week or two.

Thyme rejected Satan’s pact request and in a fit of wrath he marked them non consensually. In the future he likes to kiss the inflamed area gently in apology, whispering regrets.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me yandere #tw possessive behavior #I play fast and loose with canon #very self indulgent

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midnightsunnyday · 2 years ago

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Random Headcanons About The World of Obey Me!:

Possible trigger warnings: mentions of self-harm and child birth.

Angels and demons don't age physically like humans, obviously. 100 years is roughly about one human year and so on. Lucifer, for example, existed before the beginnings of humanity and even time itself. Take that as you will.

Demons can't die. Technically. They can be injured, feel pain, even get sick, but they cannot experience "true death" as they will always regenerate themselves, regardless of the amount of time it takes to do so. However, during periods of intense physical trauma, they can return to what they call "the darkness before." It was once that Beelzebub experienced such a place after being seriously injured while protecting one of his brothers. When asked to describe it, the only answer he could give was simply, "boring."

That being said, there are ways to kill a demon, permanently, but doing so would require rather ancient and powerful magic, as well as finding a way to remove them from the cycle of creation itself. And the more powerful the demon, the harder it is to do. Demons like Barbatos, in this case, are virtually unkillable.

There are some demons who suffer through what is known as "cessation sickness." Symptoms include extreme fatigue, depression, migraines, bouts of forgetfulness, apeirophobia, and self-harm.

Children's television and interactive media in the Devildom is a bit more "eerie" than that of the human world. Think of Candle Cove or Fun with Amanda type of programs on the regular. What a human child or adult might see as disturbing is downright hilarious to a demon child. Speaking of children...

Demons, at least during certain occasions, are infertile. An immortal species has no need to consistently repopulate itself, after all. Yet every hundred years or so, demons do experience what is basically a mating season. The season lasts for only a moon, making the window to concieve very short. During this time, demons who are interested in baring children will build mating dens and perform certain rituals for their partners. Said experience is also very physically demanding and can take multiple, multiple attempts. Concieving a child, let alone bringing one to term, is not only rare but when successful, warrants a celebration that can last for days.

Demons who wish not to perform in said actions are offered alternatives. Substances that extinguish the need to mate are available during the season. It goes without saying that Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistophles, other royals, as well as the rest of the brothers, have found said alternatives mandatory...for obvious reasons.

Demon anatomy is...weird. Depending on the demon, there usually isn't one set amount of organs or parts, which makes Anatomy 101 even more confusing. Leviathan, for example, has three hearts (being kinda like a fish has its benefits).

When Diavolo closed the portals between realms, some demons were caught off from their main source of substance: human flesh and souls. Some either adapted, finding new ways to procure their energy, or went insane and needed to be exposed of (the incubi/ sucubi species were hit the hardest by this). Survival of the fittest is quite literal in the Devildom.

Demons weren't always like the ones you see now. Primordial demons were much more terrifying and closer to the ones most humans envision when they think of a devil. Most demons are capable of reverting to said forms, yet only under extreme circumstances.

Some may ask why exactly demons and angels look so close to mortals in appearance. One reason is that maintaining such a simple, bipedal form is easier for everyday mobility. You'd be surprised how difficult it is to walk through a door with hundreds of appendages or enjoy an iced latte when you're several stories tall or even hold a simple conversation without driving the person you're attempting to converse with into madness. Another reason is hunting, at least for demons. Luring in human prey is easier when they don't immediately run away screaming. And if you're one of "those types," mating. Let's just say things get messy and downright impossible when one partner doesn't have the proper biology.

Demons, for the most part, were always destructive, insatiable, and chaotic evil creatures. This began to change when certain primordial demons bred with other demons close in "emotional capacity" and created clans. Those clans eventually became kingdoms, and those who rule them now sit atop the hierarchy of the nine circles of hell. Lord Diavolo's ancestry, for example, leads back to the very beginnings of the Devildom and have stood there for eons.

The avatars are merely a physical representation of the sin that already exists within humans. They do not cause humans to sin just by merely being near them, though they can influence a sin if it's already there. Because of this, avatars are very good at sensing their sins and tend to be drawn to places that hold them the most. It's why Mammon and Asmodeus particularly love nightclubs.

Mammon tried his hand in the human stock exchange once and was found to be so good at it that he nearly collapsed the world economy. There's a reason Lucifer forbids Mammon from interfering with any human related trade or commerce.

Lucifer doesn't particularly care for most of his human created depictions in art or media. Satan also holds a slight gripe as well.

Lucifer, Belphegor, and Asmodeus have the ability to mimic voices. Asmodeus for...obvious reasons, Belphegor for more malicious purposes, and Lucifer only on rare occasions. Though when he's really spiteful, he'll use it to mimic MCs voice to draw Mammon out of hiding.

The brothers wonder how Belphegor, despite never seeming to work or...do much of anything, tends to have an ample amount of Grimm. Being known as the "demon of invention" has its perks. Along with being able to enter other's dreams, he can also influence those to pursue in certain endeavors that are bound to fail and lead nowhere (rather silly to bet on dreams with the avatar of sloth, huh)? When they inevitably do fail, Belphegor offers them a simple deal: a reasonable fee for the eternal, continuous, autonomous ownership of their soul. Most, of course, pay.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me fic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos

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thewriters64 · 6 months ago

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Second Chance. RENGOKU SHINJURO.

Description: Forced into an arranged marriage a grieving Shinjuro avoids his new wife, and in the process ends up falling for her blind sister. The woman just so happens to be a complete, and utter mystery to the grieving alpha, who never believed he would feel his wolf perk up again.

Or feel the familiar emotions he thought were completely lost in his grief. When he starts to pay closer attention to the mysterious woman he fails to realize just how strongly he fell for her. Struggling with the guilt of his first mate he is lost, a battle begins to brew inside of him as he argues with his wolf’s primal instincts, and the logical human side.

Note: This story is also on my A03 account if you prefer to read it there.

. Prologue .

- Being born a bastard, a halfbreed, shapes a person into who they become in their lives. Some choose to hide from the world, hiding their parents discrimination. Others embrace their heritage, become strong, and form their own path.

A young girl with white hair can be seen sitting on-top of her father's shoulders, a joyous laugh escapes her as he spins them.

She was the consequence of his infidelity, yet she was his pride and joy. The only child of his that inherited his unruly, frosty white hair and light, almost white, pink eyes.

Despite being a halfbreed, her mother was a sweet omega from Europe, who couldn't return home with a bastard child. Instead of leaving her to die, she had hunted down the man and thrusted the baby into his arms.

But the thing about life, is it's short, death is always right around the corner, even closer if you're a Demon Slayer.

The scene turns to the same girl quite a few years older staring down at her father's sword, and folded haori. The only two things they could find left of him from a recent mission, he faced upper moon three and fought furiously.

A taller woman with dark brown hair kneeled beside her, having fallen from the initial shock of the news. The younger sister stood on the other side of the girl, she was a copy and paste from the kneeling woman.

Life doesn't stop for death, life must go on.

The next day the same girl is outside of her home chopping wood to take into town, while her mother and sister remained inside.

Everyone copes in different ways when it comes to death. Some throw themselves into work, others spiral into a depression, some turn to substance to help them. While others shove their grief so far down in an attempt to avoid it, everyone is different.

In the case of Kumagai Izumi, a girl with frosty, unruly white hair, and bandages covering her eyes. She chose to throw herself into work, to provide for her family, learning how to master earth breathing.

Like her father was teaching her, they were the only ones who could master the technique in over 100 years. She wished to be a samurai. All while doing that she worked on her education, selling wood to the nearby villages, and teaching her younger sister how to become a proper lady.

As well as teaching her the proper dynamics between their secondary genders, since their mother had turned bitter, and refused to talk of such things. The pain of a severed mate bond was apparently the most excruciating thing someone could feel.

And more times than not they would not make it through the first year.

- Alphas; Generally take on more of the protective leader role, the more dominant ones, and the ones with more authority.

- Betas; Are the perfect middlemen between alphas and omegas, seeing as they aren't greatly affected by pheromones.

- Omegas; Do take on more of a caregiver role, often taking care of the den and pups, they are the ones that are able to keep a pack together.

When Akemi came to age for marriage, Izumi was more than terrified for her younger sister. The poor omega was overly sensitive, and the amount of letters she received proposing for her sister's hand was enough to make her sick.

It wasn't until their mother had stumbled out of her room with a scowl on her face, and a box in her hands. Sitting across the sisters she begun to explain that their father had planned to arrange a pairing for Akemi.

Since he was no longer here it was now up to her, Akemi had refused the first four. After another alpha sulked out of their den, she had put her foot down, and took Akemi's choice away.

She had done so when Izumi was away on a mission, knowing the older of the two daughters would have put her foot down. When her hawk had flown to her with a letter from Akemi explaining everything, she does not think she finished a mission so quickly so she could rush home.

It was too late though, the marriage pack was already sealed and approved. Akemi had agreed on the condition Izumi came with her, at first Izumi was livid she would agree to such a thing.

After much thought she realized it was a smart move, the sisters had come up with their own plan. Izumi had resources, and allies who could very easily make the two disappear from the planes of the earth.

Set them free, and allow them to start anew.

The day of the wedding ceremony was not a happy one. Their mother had made a marriage pack with the Rengoku alpha that had lost his mate not too long ago from an illness.

The man reeked of sake, ash, and sadness, his pain of losing his mate was still very present, and for a moment Izumi could sympathize with him.

He did not want this either, but the overwhelming duty, of being a Hashira, and taking care of two pups was too much.

And so, off they went to their new pack den.

#demon slayer hashira #kny demon slayer #rengoku shinjuro #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku x reader #demon slayer shinjuro #kny shinjuro #shinjuro x reader #kny rengoku #demon slayer #a/b/o dynamics

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raindrop-21 · 1 year ago

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Thoughts I be thinking

141(poly) and the band Ghost(readerXpoly ghouls&papa) mix up au under the break

There are some ghouls from the previous eras, but not all.

cw: Pregnancy

You work with the 141, you're very close; met Price's brother, Johnny's mom, and Kyle's sister, and visited the grave of Simon's mom. They've yet to meet your family. You've done a good job of hiding where you come from, you had to because the people you consider your family, your lovers, are anything but human.

Literal demons from hell. All of them, well, except for Copia. You love them dearly. You just don't want to compromise their safety. But, alas, you can't keep them a secret forever when you get pregnant with their kits (unsure who's they are yet).

You tell Price of your pregnancy, and being the good friend he is, he wants to meet the father, or in this case, fathers. You tell the rest of the 141 of the news and that you'll be on leave for around 1-2 years, they of course want to meet who helped create the life that's growing inside of you.

You forewarn the 141, by saying your family/lovers are not exactly normal, the boys, of course, shrug it off and think nothing of it. That is, until they actually meet your lovers; males and females of various heights, body types, colors, horns, and tails. All of the 141 are shell-shocked. Are these literal demons? Is it cosplay? Why so many?

You notice their looks of confusion and look at them, "These are my ghouls, all from different layers of Hell, and Papa or Copia."

They look slightly worried and mutter amongst themselves and watch as you're greeted by each ghoul; a kiss to the cheek, a kiss on the lips, a kiss on the forehead, a kiss on your not yet grown belly, and hugs. They watch a Copia, the only human of the group, comes up to you, hugs you, places a hand on your stomach, and kisses you gently and whispers a welcome home to you in Italian. It's a sweet exchange, sweeter than the ones they share together after a mission.

You take the boys and sit them in the ghoul den and begin introducing each ghoul to your teammates.

"This is Aurora, Mist, Cumulus, Cirrus, Sunshine, Aether, Phantom, Swiss, Dew, Rain, Mountain, Ifrit, and Special." As you say their names, each ghoul stands or makes themself known by making a noise. Copia walks in with the drinks he went to get, "And this is Copia, Papa of the ministry, and our partner as well."

To the 141, this is a strange group especially with Phantom greeting them like a cat, but they're your family. The boys will learn to love the ghouls just as much as you do.

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takaraphoenix · 23 days ago

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WIP Wednesday!

I was tagged by the wonderful @clareguilty and who am I to resist the temptation of posting sneak peeks? ;D

Tagging @blairwaldcrf @kimmycup @miazeklos @kymera219

Now, have an excerpt from Murder and Mischief, the sequel to Murder Triad that I'm currently working on!

“Remember when we first came to London and I said that there was still… unfinished business I wanted to take care of in the US at some point?”

Stiles hopped onto the table right next to the box, turning to face his pack. No and Peter exchanged a look, something between curiosity and intrigue. The betas all stood in a half-circle around Stiles, attentively listening to him with varying degrees of frowns on their faces.

“You want to kill someone,” Isaac said slowly. “Because that’s what you did before.”

Boyd and Erica had gone into graphic detail on how Gerard had died. For every crime he’d ever committed against them. The kidnapping and torture of Stiles, Boyd and Erica. The involvement in the Hale Fire – though he may not have set it himself, there was no denying that he had condoned his daughter’s actions, that he had set his daughter onto this genocidal path to begin with.

Stiles pressed his lips together and nodded, a serious look on his face. That also changed the pack’s mood though, because he was very rarely serious. He quipped and snarked even through life threatening danger. Stiles’ eyes landed on Derek.

“Kate Argent is still alive,” Stiles offered softly.

“I tore out her throat myself,” Peter argued with a growl and a flash of red eyes.

“Yeah. You, an Alpha werewolf, dug your claws really deep into her,” Stiles glowered at the floor. “It turned her. I found out a couple months ago. Been keeping tabs on the hunters who stayed in Beacon Hills with Kate and Gerard. Listening in on what goes on in the hunter world. Kate’s alive.”

“Alive and a werewolf?” Jackson asked tensely.

“Nope,” Stiles offered a mirthless smile. “The shape reflects the person. In her case, that is some… weird, blue abomination version of a jaguar for some reason. I saw pictures. They’re not flattering.”

“Months,” Derek repeated lowly, arms crossed oh so tightly over his chest. “You’ve known she is alive for months. Why didn’t you…”

“Didn’t have anything concrete,” Stiles shook his head. “Rumored whispers. No leads. Didn’t want to bring down the mood with something that either may have still turned out to be nothing, or something that we couldn’t follow up on.”

The Nogitsune stepped up to him, resting a hand high on Stiles’ thigh as he leaned in, head tilted to whisper into his ear. “But now you found her? And you want to kill her?”

“Well, I wanted to offer Derek, Peter and Cora that part, on account of, ya know, the fire,” Stiles couldn’t help but lean into No. “But yeah, end-goal is her being permanently dead. I was thinking burning the body afterward until there is only ash left that can not even be resurrected.”

“Poetic,” No purred, licking a stripe up Stiles’ neck.

“Behave, demon,” Stiles hissed, pushing the Nogitsune off some. “The betas are still in the room.”

“You can’t talk about murder and expect me not to get aroused,” No frowned at him.

“You people are so fucking weird,” Jackson muttered with a shake of his head.

Thankfully, Peter had mercy on Stiles and the pack and grabbed the Nogitsune around the waist to pull him off their Spark. The fox hissed at him displeased but let it happen, for now.

“I know where she is. I know what she is. I know how to kill her. I know how to kill her protectors – that’s what’s in the box. She has been gathering Berserkers, which are a little harder to kill than hunters. So… Again, none of you have to go. You can stay here, safe in our den.”

“If you think we’ll let you go back on your own, you are out of your mind, Batman,” Erica frowned at him. “I may sit out the killing itself, the whole Gerard thing was… a lot. But I’ll still come.”

“We both are,” Boyd clarified, wrapping one arm around his mate and reaching out for Stiles with his other. “You brought us back to life. We’re in this together.”

“Yeah, I may not be ‘you resurrected me’ indebted to you, but you’re Alpha Mate of our pack. You’re pack. And this is about avenging our pack,” Isaac raised his eyebrows.

“We’re all in this together,” Jackson confirmed.

#Fic: Murder Triad #Fic: Murder and Mischief #Stetsune #Murder Husbands #AND THEIR DEMON!!!#Nogitsune Teen Wolf #Stiles Stilinski #Peter Hale #Sneak Peek

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bloodfin · 1 year ago

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Rain Ghoul x Dewdrop Ghoul x Phantom Ghoul (plus some background polyghouls)

Rated: E for Explicit, 18+ only

Word Count: 4.347

Summary: Dew spills some wine on Rain's pretty moonrise outfit; shenanigans ensue

Pronoun tags for this fic: She/Her Rain, He/Him Dewdrop, He/They Phantom (everyone has a dick today)

Warnings: pre-existing relationships (and therefore pre-existing kink negotiations), ma'am kink, mommy kink, alcohol consumption, blood kink/drinking, spitting, aether is always a little stressed (and gets called daddy once), handjob, blowjob, anal fingering, spit as lube, anal sex, dumbification, come play, come eating, there is so much come, praise kink, knotting, breeding kink (very mild and only if you squint but just in case), horribly unreliable narrator, no beta we die like nihil; as is typical of my writing sensitive kink (mommy in this case) has been italicized and bolded for easy skipping - i know this isn't a kink for everyone, please keep yourself safe

Author’s Note: as always please mind the tags and don't read if anything squicks you out! i fear my brainrot is now terminal and i am making that everyone else's problem (sorry). if i missed a tag in the warnings or you think i should add something please let me know - i try and be thorough! enjoy, share what you can, and be well ~

additional disclaimer: this is about literal demons straight from hell and has absolutely nothing to do with the actual band members of Ghost, unless someone dyed themselves blue or gold and we all missed it

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Vernal equinox had passed, but the ghouls were still in celebration mode, the walls of the den overflowing with small paper flowers. The pink moon was due to rise - the first full moon of spring always cause for extra celebration. It was welcomed around the abbey by all members for ushering in growth and change, solidifying partnerships of all sorts.

Phantom, Aurora, and Dew decorated while Sunshine and Cirrus cooked, the den slowly filling with the warm smell of freshly baked bread. Mountain and Aether were arranging the plants to best receive the moon's energy, while Swiss and Cumulus worked on setting up a large nest in the center of the den.

The only one absent from the preparations was Rain, but her packmates were certain that she would come by when she was ready if she felt so called. Every moonrise was different, but this moon in particular had a strong effect on her. Sometimes the pull was so intense she would spend the evening at the bottom of the lake worshiping in her own way, or she would slink away with the other water ghouls of the abbey.

Today, however, she wanted to play with her pack, painting her face with a gentle pink blush and lipstick. It stood out beautifully against her navy-freckled teal skin, making her sharp teeth seem even brighter. She hummed at her reflection once she finished smudging her eyeliner, the red she put on the waterline bleeding into faded black. Predatory.

Rain was flicking through her closet when the smell of dinner wafted under her door, her ears flickering once they picked up on the sound of quiet laughter. She huffed, passing over dress after dress, jumpsuit after crop top, nothing feeling quite right or looking as powerful as the moon was making her feel. She was fiddling with her belly ring when her eyes landed on a small black skirt next to the laundry that she had been meaning to return. One more wear wouldn’t make her anymore late on giving the clothing back to its rightful owner, right?

“Perfect,” she smiled to herself, wriggling into the skintight black leather miniskirt, sporting a slit that left absolutely no thigh to the imagination. It hugged every part of her perfectly, highlighting where her cock was straining against a too small pair of panties. Once satisfied with its placement she put on a black lace bandeau, followed by a sheer black crop top.

The only thing missing was shoes, and she slipped into pink heels that matched her lipstick before heading out the door, her tail wagging slowly through the air.

When she rounded the corner into the den’s common room the air shifted, the whole pack taking a collective breath when they saw her.

“Wow,” Swiss whispered under his breath, his foot tapping rapidly under the table.

“Mo- mo- mom-m-”

Phantom was stuttering, frozen in place before Cumulus clapped her hand over his mouth, whispering in their ear.

“She will eat you alive baby. Let her get settled, she just got here.”

Their ears started to twitch like he was going to make a move, but when they saw how Rain's teeth seemed to glow in the light he nodded, leaning into Cumulus's side, content to watch for the moment. Dew, however, was not. He wanted Rain near him always, and especially now.

Dew was probably a little too inebriated to be attempting anything close to chivalry, but anytime he saw Rain like this his brain deflated while his blood supply funneled south.

“Saved you a chair, beautiful,” he hummed, standing to pull out the seat beside his own.

He should have left his glass on the table, really, but the thought didn't cross his mind until he bumped into Rain, burgundy wine sloshing out of his glass to drip down her exposed stomach. The room was still, Mountain having sucked in a sharp breath while Aether started to stand, readying himself to intervene. The sparkle of Dew's skin began to fade as his face fell, turning to run into the kitchen for a towel.

He didn't make it very far, Rain's hand reaching out to grab the back of his neck. She pulled him back and pushed him to his knees, leaning on the chair.

“Clean your mess, Dewdrop.”

Aether breathed a sigh of relief and plopped back into his chair while the color returned to Phantom's face, eager to see what was next. His tail thumped quietly on their chair.

Dew looked at Rain for a brief moment before dropping his head, speaking quickly.

“Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am.”

Rain's eyes dilated and her fingers flexed, breath stuttering for just a moment when Dew’s hot tongue met the cool skin of her stomach, lapping up the wine. He made sure to clean around the band of her skirt first, knowing how much she hated stains.

Once he felt the area was thoroughly cleaned he delicately worked his way to her belly button, wrapping his tongue around the glittery, dangling jewelry and sucking it clean. He tongued around the attached belly chains, not wanting to miss a single drop. There was a quiet moan from behind them, but Dew didn't dare lift his eyes, focusing instead on the beautiful creature before him.

Rain stuck her hand out and Cirrus placed Dew's half spilled glass of wine into it, complimenting her skirt.

She smiled while she swirled the glass in her hand, bringing it to her nose for a quick sniff.

“Thank you, I've been meaning to return it -”

Cirrus's laugh sounded like little bells in the wind.

“Please, keep it. You look better in it then I do.”

Rain smiled and bent to the side, knocking their horns together. “You're too sweet to me Cici, I'll be sure to properly thank you later.”

She smiled back, blowing her a soft kiss before returning her attention back to Mountain, tugging him from the table and towards the nest. Chairs scraped on the floor as everyone shuffled around, still watching Rain and Dew’s exchange.

Rain studied the glass of wine in her hand, turning it slowly. It was her favorite one, thick and full bodied, a few citrus notes at the end.

Expensive.

“How many dicks did you have to suck to get this?”

Dew shrugged while lapping at her cool skin. It didn’t matter to him so he didn't keep count, he would do anything for his mate. Anything to see her smile, even if he wasn't sure she'd attend the evening festivities.

“Four,” Sunshine giggled from Cumulus's lap. Rain purred, licking the tips of her fangs.

Dew had finished his task and was sitting back on his heels, looking up to watch Rain take another sip of the wine. His tongue darted out from between his lips with a quiet whimper. Rain looked down at him, one perfectly done brow raised.

“Need more?”

Dew nodded his head rapidly before opening his mouth wide, groaning when Rain slipped her thumb into his mouth, pulling at his cheek. She took a large sip of wine before setting the glass down, bending at the waist to bring her lips to Dew's. His sharp gag as he struggled to swallow triggered a series of muffled groans and the slick sounds of hands meeting wet skin.

“Thank you ma'am,” he panted, struggling to speak around her thumb. He rolled his head to the side, exposing his thick veins and the silvery scars of their prior couplings.

“Got plenty for you, too, if you need.”

Dew often begged to be bitten where his gills once were, aching to feel something there again. But now he was offering in submission, to let Rain take what she needed under the power of the moon.

Her tongue darted out of the corner of her mouth as she looked him up and down.

With a quick nod of her head Dew was scrambling towards the nest, quickly divesting himself of his clothes as he went. She slowly followed him, sinking to her knees to pull his back to her chest, running her nose along his neck.

“Please,” Dew sighed, flexing his claws against his thighs.

Rain inhaled deeply against his cinnamon-scented skin, fangs fully dropping before she sank them into the crook of his neck, blood quickly filling her mouth. He groaned low, the pitch only going higher when she took his hard cock into her hand, slowly stroking him from root to tip as she drank.

“Rainy,” Aether warned gently from across the nest, voice cracking with the way Swiss had his mouth wrapped around his cock.

She pulled herself from Dew's neck, licking at the corner of her mouth to gather a drop of his shimmering blood.

“Don’t worry so much daddy, Dewdrop knows his limits. Would never hurt him more than he wants, promise.”

“All good Aeth,” Dew agreed, raising a thumbs up which quickly dropped back to the pillows with a loud purr when Rain started to clean the wounds at his neck. Her tongue slowly worked around each puncture, her fist mimicking the movements of her mouth against the quickly darkening head of his cock.

Aether nodded and fell back on his elbows, digging his fingers into Swiss’s hair, determined to enjoy the first night off in… a while. But a set of eyes still remained fully planted on Rain and Dew, the movement of a flickering tail catching her attention from the corner of her eye.

“You okay bug? Not in the mood to play?”

Dew barely opened his eyes, biting into his lower lip with a groan as Rain gently stroked him.

“Wanted to watch, if that's okay with you both mm-ma'am.”

Dew was nodding before he even finished their sentence, and Rain was grinning like a shark, Dew's crimson blood smeared all over her lips and chin. She didn't miss the way Phantom's eyes dropped to her mouth, watching her lick another spot clean.

“Just want to watch?”

Phantom blinked hard before forcing their eyes away from the mess, chewing at the corner of his lip.

“He um… He just smells really good.”

“Would you like a taste, sweetness?”

Phantom nodded eagerly, eyes back on her mouth. “Please ma'am, please.”

Rain beckoned him over with two crooked fingers, stifling a laugh at the eager way Phantom's tongue licked across her chin. Dew whined in her lap, quickly hushed by the drag of her pre soaked fingers up his chest to toy with the bar running through his nipple.

Phantom hummed as he licked at her lips and chin, quiet thank you's between their breaths.

“So polite,” Rain smiled, holding his chin to kiss them deep and slow. Phantom groaned when she slipped her tongue into their mouth, filling him with the taste of a beachside bonfire and hot iron. It was intoxicating, and they would let her have every ounce of air in his lungs if they could stay just like this forever.

When they broke apart Phantom was a panting mess, claws digging into his own thighs.

“Thank you mommy -”

They paused, blinking his eyes and shaking their head to clear it.

“Sorry thank you mommy -”

Another huff, trying to hide a whine that would rival Dew's.

“I'm sorry momm- ma’am. Thank you ma’am.”

Rain just smiled as she twisted Dew’s nipple between her fingers, his keen cutting through the heavier sounds of fucking that had filled the room. The way her head was tilted probably should've sent Phantom running, but instead his cock kicked against their thigh, a shiver running up his back.

“So dumb you're having trouble speaking and I've only kissed you. Don't worry sweet little bug, mommy will take good care of you.”

Phantom choked on their inhale as pre blurted on his leg, and Dew whined even louder, drawing Rain's attention back to him. His cock was weeping freely, begging for release while she kept teasing at his chest, working her other hand under his chin to turn him towards her.

“Did you lose your words too?”

Dew groaned when she started to slide her hand back towards his cock, lifting his hips to try and meet her.

“You know I love your voice Dewdrop, if you need a moment you can watch Phantom and I play for a while.”

Phantom's tail smacked against the pillows so quickly it sounded like someone running down the hall. Dew shook his head, voice just starting to splinter with need.

“No ma'am, need you. Need you please.”

“What do you need,” she cooed, pushing a lock of golden hair behind his half drooped ears.

“Want - need your cock, your knot. Need you to fill me ‘til I swell with you, please, need you so bad.”

Rain hummed, tapping her fingers along Dew's length while he squirmed. Phantom crept closer, kneeling in front of the pair, fangs poking into their lower lip.

She paused, looking across both Phantom and Dew, finally settling on an idea.

“Phantom, sweetness, you're being so good. Do you want a nice hot dick in your mouth?”

“Please, mommy.”

“Excellent,” she purred, kneeling tall behind Dew as she folded him to the floor.

“Why don't you come get this skirt off, without ripping it, while I get Dew all worked open hm?”

They smiled so wide Rain was sure his ears would fall off, scrambling to her side to examine the zipper. With careful fingers Phantom undid the clasp, gently sliding the zipper down while watching Rain run her nails down Dew's back, making him arch.

He leaned in close to her to work the band of the skirt down, breath hitching when they caught the gentle scent of orange blossoms on a sea breeze. Rain was always dangerous, the sharp iridescent scales that framed her face and joints were a reminder of that. But right now, she was deadly.

A whine bubbled up from their throat when the band of her skirt caught on her cock, unable to bring it any lower. Rain glanced down to find Phantom gently pawing at her, looking up at her with big sad eyes.

“Wanna be good and help you, but it's stuck. Don't wanna ruin your pretty skirt.”

“Sweet little bug.”

She smiled as she stood, gently ruffling their mop of hair before letting the skirt pool around her ankles. She stepped out of it and her shoes, returning to her spot behind Dew. Phantom's mouth watered at the sight of her cock hard and leaking into delicate pink lace, barely contained.

She brought two fingers to his lips, tapping them as she spoke.

“Get these nice and wet for me, then you can have a taste.”

Dew groaned loud, wrapping his tail around Rain's free wrist. He pushed his ass further up, hips swaying slightly.

Phantom moaned around Rain's fingers, wrapping their tongue around her long digits while sucking at the tips. When they pulled away he made sure to leave a thick line of saliva up her fingers, watching with rapt attention as she smeared it around with her thumb.

She nodded her head towards Dew's exposed hole, telling him to spit. They were happy to oblige, sticky with want themselves, aching to make Rain happy. He trilled when she hummed with approval, bringing her wet fingers to Dew's hole, pressing the tip of her index finger inside. Dew's gasp was anything but quiet.

“You're both being so good for me,” Rain praised, shifting on her legs to make the bulge of her cock more prominent. Phantom couldn't help the thin line of saliva that dripped from their fangs and down his chin.

“Come have a taste, Ant.”

Phantom eagerly licked across his lips, dipping down to settle against Rain's lap. They began to mouth at her cock through her already too wet panties, running his tongue up and down her length. She purred low, her free hand working into their hair while the other pressed into Dew.

“Just the best bug, sweetest little thing,” she cooed.

“Rainy,” Dew whined, wiggling back onto her fingers. “I need -”

She curled her finger up, stroking against his prostate while shushing him gently.

“I know baby, I know.”

Dew adjusted his arms so he could rest his face against them, his back making a pretty arch. His golden skin always seemed to glitter most in dim light; he’d certainly be glowing once the moon fully rose.. Rain hummed as she worked a second finger into him, quickly followed by a third. She scissored them as much as she could, making sure Dew was starting to stretch. He was already leaking, a leftover trait from his time as a water ghoul, the slick sound filling the space.

Phantom moaned at the sight, his drool further wetting Rain's cock. She rolled her hips gently against their chin, his attention quickly returning to suckling at her tip.

“Please,” Dew whimpered, claws flexing into whatever poor cushion he latched on to, “ready for you now. Need to feel you, want it to ache.”

Rain purred as she pulled her fingers from Dew, her other hand still nested in Phantom’s curls.

“Don't worry baby, it's coming. Being so good for me. Showing off for Phantom, huh? Showing them how good you can be?”

“Only for you ma'am,” Dew sighed, wiggling his little hips.

Rain pinched at his nearly non-existent ass cheek before returning her attention back to Phantom, gently pulling him away from her cock.

“Do you want to watch, or would you like to play with Dew?”

Dew trilled, his answer obvious. Phantom had the sense to at least look like he was thinking about it before planting a kiss to her cheek and shuffling towards Dew's head, settling on their knees in front of him.

Dew stretched out as much as he could, wrapping first his fist and then his tongue around Phantom's cock. Plum-flushed like Aether gets, although the purple was swirled with grey instead of gold. He hissed when Dew took them into his mouth, head dropping back at the heat of his tongue.

Rain smirked as she watched them, taking her own cock in hand and pressing the head to Dew's hole. He leaned back into her, stretching himself between his partners, urging her to give him more.

She wrapped her long fingers around the base of his tail and tugged, using the extra leverage to slide inside with a guttural moan. Dew responded with one of his own, muffled by Phantom pushing themself deeper down his throat.

“Not gonna last,” Phantom grumbled, his hand locked around Dew's bun. “Feels too good.”

“Mhm I know,” Rain smiled, rolling her hips to drive her cock straight against Dew's prostate. He popped off of Phantom with a little whine of protest, his breathing heavy when she began to pull at his puffy nipples.

“Dewy isn't gonna last so long either, huh baby?”

She asked with a particularly hard thrust into him, Phantom's eyes wide watching Dew's roll back into his head. They pulled from Dew’s mouth to rest for a moment, unwillingly to reach his end so soon. Dew’s mouth was legendary for a reason, after all.

“Go ahead, get that pretty mouth on Dew's little cock, he wants it so bad.”

Rain's words pulled them from their trance, blinking a few times with his head tilted just to the side before nodding quickly, shuffling back down to take Dew to the back of his throat.

Rain wrapped one of her arms around Dew's waist and the other tangled back into Phantom's hair, rubbing gently at the sensitive skin behind their ear. Dew's hands were everywhere, flying from Rain's head to Phantom's, digging in his own thighs and pressing on Rain's, lifting his hips to help guide her into that perfect spot while desperately trying to not choke Phantom.

She didn’t need the help, she knew Dew's body as well as she knew her own. Maybe better, even, with the way she had him moaning while dragging her cock over the perfect spot. Each roll of her hips was punctuated by one of his breathy sighs, adding to the cacophony of the room.

Phantom for his part was chirping happily, licking long trails across the thick veins on the underside of Dew’s cock. When Rain pushed them forward he happily followed, swallowing around Dew's length with a pleased hum. Rain cooed at him from over Dew's shoulder, scratching behind his ear again before grabbing the back of his head.

“Tap twice if you need to breathe, yeah?”

Phantom brought his tail up and tapped the spade twice against her hand, rolling their hips gently into the nest of blankets below him.

Rain smiled that far too toothy grin, thrusting into Dew and driving his cock further into Phantom's throat. Dew was all but jelly between them, held up by Rain's arm around his waist and Phantom’s hand pressed into his chest, his tail slowly tangling with Rain's in search of something more to hold onto.

Phantom's tongue was good, great actually, Dew's thoughts on the matter filling the space as choked off babbling. When Phantom wrapped their tongue underneath Dew's head and sucked Dew was certain he'd open his eyes and be back in the pit, unholy pleasure running hot in his veins.

Rain hooked her chin over Dew's shoulder, nuzzling at the space below his ear.

“Don't swallow sweetness, let him dribble out of your mouth, down your face. That okay?”

Phantom moaned in affirmation around Dew's length, nodding his head as best he could. It wouldn't be long now, Dew's balls were heavy in their hands, getting tighter with every thrust of Rain's hips driving him further into their mouth.

She drove harder into him, and Dew's hands fisted Phantom's soft hair right next to Rain’s.

“Rain, Rain, Rainy, fuck -”

Dew's voice went high until it broke off, dying out as he painted inside Phantom's mouth. Phantom hummed as he took every drop, careful to not swallow. Once Dew had stopped pulsing they pulled away, sitting back with their head slightly tilted slightly forward before smiling, Dew's spend trickling out of his mouth and down their neck.

“Fucking nasty,” Rain mumbled, pressing herself hard against Dew, grinding her hips to his ass. “Just how you like it, huh?”

Dew nodded in agreement, his voice breaking on every whimper Rain pulled from him as she chased her own release.

“Lay back bug, slide closer to me.”

Phantom melted for her, nearly pressing themself into Dew's chest before dropping onto his back, tail shifting to rest on Dew’s thigh. They moaned when Rain wrapped her talented hand around his length, back lifting from the pillows.

“Haven't even been touched yet,” she cooed, and Phantom shook their head. “Such a good, patient little thing.”

Phantom nodded hard, like he was trying to say waiting for you.

“Whenever you like, sweetness.”

Their voice was trapped in his throat, muffled by every unholy sound Rain could pull from them as she worked his cock at the same tempo she nailed Dew, who was putty at this point. He was limp in her arms, begging for her release, her knot. For everything, for nothing, for all of it at once.

Phantom wasn't sure how long they'd last, and when Rain rubbed her finger across his slit to gather a pearl of pre just to taste it they knew it wouldn't be long.

She hummed in pleasure at the tang of him, mixed with the carbonated vanilla of their benzoin scent. Her hand quickly returned, long manicured fingers wrapping around their length, pulling in the most devastating way.

Phantom could feel their eyes crossing as he watched, Rain's hand firm against him, the other tight around Dew. They brought their tail to where Rain and Dew’s were tangled together, joining the heap.

Dew was crying now, his cock hard again, gold skin glistening. He begged, Rain purred, Phantom tried to keep their claws to themself but he looked so pretty, eyes screwed tight under a crown of sweat, his golden bun no longer neat and tidy. So they reached out, grabbing Dew by the base, feeling his little knot start to inflate under their hand. And if Phantom thought Dew had been crying before, well… He was really going now.

“Little bug is being so sweet to you, aren't they,” Rain purred, licking below the shell of Dew's ear as she slowly ground her knot into his rim.

“Yeah, yeah you both are. Need it ma'am, need your knot, need to cum -”

The movement of Rain's hips became more frantic as she pressed more firmly into Dew, hissing when his tight body finally swallowed her knot, enveloping her in delicious heat. Dew keened, high pitched and devastated as he came into Phantom's hand, a string of thankyouthankyouthankyou falling from his wine stained lips.

Dew was babbling, words broken and punctuated with breathy moans. Phantom wasn't much quieter, egging Dew on with their own muttering. C'mon Dewy, come for mommy. Make a mess, make me a mess.

Rain followed quickly, the squeeze of Dew around her knot too much, biting into his neck with a groan from the depths of her throat.

Phantom wasn't sure what brought them to the edge. Dew's hot come, the scent of his blood, the noise Rain made when she slid fully into his body. Maybe it was the way her calloused fingers rubbed against their frenulum with a talent flick of her wrist. All he knew was that they were floating, high in space, coated from the chin down in their own and Dew's release.

He stirred when they heard Rain shuffling on her knees, laying down next to them with Dew tight in her arms. He hissed a little at the shuffle but it was good natured, her knot still buried tight inside his hole. Dew shuffled a bit closer, admiring the mess that was Phantom before turning his head to bat his lashes at Rain.

“Go ahead Dew,” Rain smiled, blood dotting her lips. “Clean up your mess.”

#nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #raindrop #raintomdrop #the band ghost fanfic #all warnings are as described above i will run out of tags down here #she/her rain #lunar cycle gender fluid rain my beloved #phantom and dew see rain dressed up as their sexy vampire girlfriend and their brains flatline #(same)#pls let me know if i missed a warning tag i try to be specific and nothing is ever intentionally left out!#love you all byeeee

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tainbocuailnge · 2 years ago

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den-o good as fuck introducing yuuto as this mysterious brooding edgy rival character then immediately ruining that image by having the future demon he made a contract with be an extremely polite overbearing parent who keeps asking other people to get along with yuuto because he has no friends but he's really nice at heart i promise here take this candy as relationship gift and then you learn yuuto's been using up other people's memories of him to do his superhero transformations and deneb has been on his hands and knees begging people to remember yuuto fondly before his boy disappears from people's memory and consequently history completely. loudly proclaiming YES I AM SAKURAI YUUTO AND I WOULD LOVE TO HELP YOU AND BE YOUR FRIEND every time he possesses yuuto because he loves this kid and wants him to live and is contract bound to help him slowly kill himself but can still delay that fate a little bit, maybe, if he just leaves a good impression. yuuto please stop being mysterious yuuto i understand you are [ambiguous teenager age] and this is a very difficult period in anyone's life even without the time travel mystery surrounding your personal plotline but you're killing me here, and also yourself, which is what's killing me, emotionally that is because i'm a semi-immortal future demon but a tad more literally in your case,

#and then yuuto hits him with increasingly elaborate pro wrestling moves to hide his embarrassment #anyway i love cuchulainn #IM STILL WATCHING i dont know what yuuto's deal with his older self actually is pwease dont tell me

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miniaturecheesecakenight · 23 days ago

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Six of Crows Aliases

Pt 1. The Demon of the Barrel—

[Pt 1. Kaz Brekker—Demjin]

[Pt 2. Inej Ghafa—The Wraith]

In the depth of night, Brekker descended the stairs of the Slat, making his way outside and through the not so clean and dimly lit streets of the Barrel and towards 5th Harbour, his mind a flurry of schemes. He navigated the alleyways, each step punctuated by the tap of his cane.

"Brick by brick," he whispered as he passed by the Emerald Palace, Pekka's gambling den, the promise of revenge woven deep into his words and behaviour. It wasn't just about power; it was personal. Pekka Rollins would pay for what he had taken from him.

Well, what he had taken from Rietveld, this was not Kaz at all, rather a vengeful demon that had found a young boy washed up on a harbour of Ketterdam, freshly dead from Firepox, had taken his body and inhabited it ever since. He had become Kaz in a sense, the first thing he saw as he woke, in a physical human form at last, was a piece of machinery in the harbour, 'brekker', it's how he came up with his new allias, cutting ties with the identity the previous owner of this body had.

His thoughts drifted to Kaz's brother, a memory burdened by loss and rage

Humans were so emotional. It was entertaining. The thought almost brought a grin to his face.

Since the boy had been freshly dead, the memories and plans of vengeance newly thought of before he passed, they had become permanent in his mind, the only real evidence of who Kaz had been before losing his body him. The demon hiding beneath his skin, the real entity controlling him, understood that wrath better than anyone.

"Sacred is Ghezen, and in commerce, we see His hand." he muttered under his breath as the memory came back in his mind. It was a gruesome and frankly disgusting thing to have engraved into his mind, no one wants to have that stored permanently in the back of their mind.

If only Ghezen would grant my wishes.

Brekker thought bitterly. He was never one for religious prays, of course not. But if there was a divine being he could almost respect, it would be Ghezen, the Kerch God of industry, commerce, and trade.

Was mild respect not enough for these demanding deities?

It had become another habit from his bodys previous owner. The citizens of Kerch widely worshipped Ghezen, as had Rietveld before he was ever on that sickboat.

Instead, he simply took what he wanted and moved along. In this case, it was the form of a boy who had plots of vengeance too grand for him to even attempt. Unfortunately for Rollins, Brekker had no intentions of letting them go to waste.

Brekker continued through the streets towards the harbour, much to his annoynce, the day he rose from the dark waters of the sickboat was refreshed in his mind.

It was displeasing at best, infuriating at worst.

I should have left him on the docks for another few hours, now I have to live with his little sob story forever.

Nevertheless, Brekker embraced his forgotten mortality, draped in a human guise, fooling even himself at times. The emotions and experiences were deeply woven into the boys mind, an unforgettable itch he could never quite scratch, almost like he was the one that had experienced it.

#kaz brekker #six of crows #demon au

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faeriesandfolklore · 1 month ago

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Faeries and the Ones Who Hunt Them

(1): The Not-Wolf

A/N: Hello! I've decided to start a series following a reader who finds themselves meeting cursed creatures/faeries and trying to deter them from their wicked deeds. Think of each story as an individual universe, as the reader will interact with and become romantically involved with all sorts of fair folk.

Extra Note: Please do your own research on wolves! They are amazing creatures and should be protected! This is a fantasy story so the behavior of wolves is greatly exaggerated and based on far outdated fears. Links on the actual behaviors of wolves will be at the very bottom.

Warnings: Gore, Mentions of death, Light smut (groping, kissing, marking), wolves not depicted in the best light (please do research on actual wolves! They are not monsters as many stories depict!) Word count of 1.7k

A wolf beast has terrorized a riverside village for years. Whenever he is seen, the townspeople flinch away in fear and hide in their farmhouses. They say he is wicked, a vile thing. That he is coming to take their daughters and eat their livestock. But you, a recent transplant to the village, grew up in the far off lands that know these creatures. Men cursed to shift on the full moon. Village girls who angered the wrong faerie, cursed with transformation.

One night, on the eve of the full moon, you pack a bag with salt and rowan. You bring a silver cross- just in case it does happen to be a simple werewolf, and not a faerie beast. After all that you have seen- creatures rising from murky swamps, pixies tying knots into hair- a werewolf is not a far-fetched idea. You turn your stockings inside out, pick up your cross in one hand, and head toward the forest.

This village relies heavily on the nearby river for their trade. It turns the wheels of their mills, provides fish for export. You’re a bit surprised it isn’t some vengeful water spirit instead, but the heavy wood nearby offers plenty of hiding spots for any kind of beast.

As you walk, the mud stains your boots and the fabric of your pants/skirt. You huff a bit, taking a careful step over a particularly rotten log, sinking into the muck. The pale light from the moon fades more and more the further into the canopy you venture, seeking something. Seeking him.

It takes a while, as you’d assume such a beast would retreat from the village when it is not at its strongest. You clutch the silver cross firmly in your palm, so hard it will leave a mark. You know that you should have brought iron, but you can’t be picky. The stench of something wrong grows thicker and thicker the further you walk. You can smell death, who at this point, seems like an old friend of yours. Not every beast can be saved, after all.

You notice the claw marks first, stretching across the bark of a looming pine. You run your fingers over it- the marks are as long as your forearm. You feel a bit of trepidation stirring in your gut, but you continue on.

It really doesn’t take long to find the den. Dug out of an abandoned cave, drenched in moss. You can make out a few mushroom rings on the forest floor surrounding it, the fungi plump and nearly glimmering in the moonlight. And by the entrance to the cave there is so much blood, so dark it is nearly black. The carcass of something- perhaps another faerie beast- lies limp in the green grass, eyes staring dully at the stars.

Time to get to work. You begin to sprinkle the salt you brought in a circle around you. This could be anything, truly. Salt works well to deter the faeries, but it’s also supposed to keep out demons. Anything is possible at this point. Once you sprinkle it, you turn your cloak inside out as well. You reach for your dagger, an old one gifted by your mother, and hold it up to the moonlight. Clutching the silver cross in your other hand, you drag the dagger over your palm, just enough to draw a thin line of blood.

It lands with a drip right inside of the mushroom circle. The entire forest goes still, even the faint breeze grinding to a sharp halt. You lift your chin, facing the cave.

The creature appears in a mass of flesh and fur. It is tall, nearly twice your size on four paws, stalking low to the ground. The fur is black like ink dripping from a quill, the eyes a muted yellow. You can see those claws from before, elongated as they dig into the loose soil of the ground. The wolf-being snarls, revealing razor-sharp teeth, stained with golden blood.

You hold up the cross immediately, eyes narrowed. “Halt,” you say in the ancient tongue, a language lost to time. One only the forest knows.

The beast hesitates for a moment, running a red tongue over the teeth. It lets out a tiny snarl.

Then it moves, darting forward in a way that only something inhuman can. It charges, maw gaping, as if to devour you whole. But as soon as the paws- each as large as your head- hit the salt circle, it screeches as if burned. It scrambles back, growling raggedly at you.

You stand your ground. “This does not have to be difficult. I am going to assume that you are cursed. I am here to break said curse. I could kill you, but you kill one faerie and then they all tend to hold grudges,” you mutter. You run your eye over the beast, observing. The thickness of the fur is almost like a cloak of sorts, hiding something far beneath. That is what the faeries are, after all. Observers, creatures living life as a constant masquerade.

You’ve been able to break curses in easier ways before. Fetch a lost item dear to the creature. Splash it with the water of a pure stream. Outsmart it in a game of chess, once- that was a particularly fun evening. But here, you will have to get your hands dirty.

You take a step out of the circle.

The beast lunges again, claws outstretched as if to devour you (again.) You dive under it, hitting the grass hard. It whirls around, as if to dig its teeth into your leg. Taking a chance, you drag your dagger down the underbelly, splitting the thing open. You pray that you are right, that you aren’t about to ruin your favorite cloak-

It’s almost comical, really. The way the fur and mess sheds away, hitting the ground with a thump. It’s almost instantaneous, the transformation from wolf to… not wolf.

In the place of the beast you just (killed?) is a devastatingly handsome man. Not a man, a faerie. You can tell by the luminescent quality of the eyes, shimmering yellow beneath heavy brows. The faerie is still massive, looming over you, his dark skin shining in the moonlight. His hair is long and wild, reaching his waist, his skin marked with scars. He looks down at you in a particularly predatory way, very similar to the way the wolf did.

He runs a tongue over his teeth, as if lost in thought. “You broke the curse, it seems.”

You sigh, running a hand over your jaw. “Yes, yes. Please… Tell me how this happened.”

The faerie blinks. “I am part of an ancient people who live with the wolves of the forest. We protect them from mortals like you who wish to harm them.” He snarled again. “I was doing my job with the wolf when he ate the favorite rabbit of some high noble. He cursed us, made us take the same form.”

He points to the mess of fur on the ground. There’s a moment of movement, and then a wolf rises from the mass. It is the most wild looking thing you have ever seen, all ruffled fur and pointed teeth. But it does not seem aggressive at all. It lets out a tiny sound before padding off into the forest, peering back occasionally before it vanishes into the trees.

“And how long ago was that?” you ask, raising a brow.

The faerie bares his teeth. “You are asking too many questions, mortal.” He says sharply. “No more.”

An eye roll escapes you. “Right, right. Well, if that is all-”

He places his hands onto your hips, then, his pale eyes flickering over your form. He looks hungry. “Not so fast, little mortal. You did save me after all. Surely you deserve a reward?”

You narrow your eyes a bit. You could count the number of faeries you’ve kissed on five hands, really. The creatures truly seem to think that the best way to thank a mortal is with physical affection. Not that you’ve ever complained. So you do not stop him as his massive hands roam over your body, squeezing your rear. He grins a bit.

When he kisses you, it is like fire. He is something wild, and you can tell from the way his tongue delves against yours, viciously tearing into your mouth. He holds the back of your head like a vice, his nose bumping against yours. He walks you back until you hit a tree, his hands cradling the back of your thighs.

He lets out a tiny pant. “Soft.”

You cannot help but chuckle a bit at that, but it is quickly cut off as he bites down on your shoulder. You curse a bit, tangling your fingers into the wildness of his hair. “Shit-”

He runs his tongue over the bite, soothing it. “Your blood tastes sweet.”

You pull away slightly, holding his chin firmly. “No. Do not get a taste for my blood.” You have had too many faeries desire your blood, and it always ends quite badly.

He licks his lips, smiling in that unsettling way. He continues to hold you in his hands, observing your face. You glance up at the moon, observing it as he kisses at your neck. You scratch the back of his head and motion for him to put you down.

“Human-”

“My name is Y/N, and I do not appreciate being called human. What if I just called you ‘Beast?’” Of course, you gave him a fake name. The number one rule is to never give the fair folk your true name.

He wrinkled his nose, his hulking form looking quite offended at the idea. He looked down at you again. He said your name, the sound rolling off of his tongue as if it were made to sit there. “My name is Alrik.”

“You-” He truly does not seem to be that intelligent. You suppose it cannot be helped. You sigh. “Faeries are not meant to give their true names away. Don’t you know that? You never give your true name to anyone.”

He grins again, all of those teeth showing. “Then I suppose we are bound now.” The massive faerie offers his massive arm, as if mimicking a true gentleman. “We shall return to the village, then.” He looked down at your neck, where he had left red marks, the still-bleeding wound on your shoulder. “And perhaps clean you up.”

A heavy sigh escapes you. It seems like you have a new travel companion.

LINKS ON WOLVES:

#fae #fae folk #faerie #faerie x reader #fairies #folklore #monster #monster x reader #mythology and folklore #writing #werewolf #werewolves #werewolf x reader #werewolf x human #monster boyfriend

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ablupen · 2 years ago

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I Completed Lessons 1-10. Here's what happened, and the ending I got.

Alright! After about 15 hr 23 min total of F2P playing, I've completed all 10 lessons with all main stories/episodes watched. Granted, anything past lesson 4 isn't full S completed anymore, and I am very broke, but eh.

Anyways, here's some pictures of how it's going:

And now some more thoughts and summaries, including stuff I didn't say in my last post.

The boss levels are basically beating up the boys... Well, uh, if you're mad at one of the seven, go play their boss level, ig?

Solomon's cooking is so bad it caused Henry 1.0 to rapidly polymorph temporarily into random things

Henry 1.0 was originally huge. Levi befriended the snake when both of them were hiding from Satan

Henry 1.0 became regular snake sized bc Sol shrank him 😐 This means the shrink spell wore off, apparently.

The building that you and Sol share is called Cocytus Hall. I wonder where this building would be present day..? Did it get recycled?

Newly-demon brothers are being discriminated

Cerberus was obtained bc of a rumor that anyone who tames it becomes Ruler of the Underworld.

Mammon rallies everyone behind Luci's back to find and tame Cerberus

On the way there, we discover that we can still summon the brothers (We summon Beel to eat a magically growing pile of apples)

Apprehension attempt on Cerberus did not succeed. Luci saves everyone and tames Cerberus. Someone leaks these news and this is how the seven brothers become the seven rulers.

We become one of the three core founding members of RAD lmao

Somehow we get caught in a dream(?) with Levi in the TSL world. Levi does not know TSL at this point in time. Anyways, he summons Lotan at the end of it, who apparently actually appeared in real life, flooded the room, and then left.

Fuck i forgot when this happened so I'll just leave it here, but: Satan turned everyone except you and Lucifer into Chihuahuas. Including himself. Thankfully, the spell had a limit so it didn't last long

Angels enter the scene! For RAD consultation.

Apparently at some point the bottom of Asmo's bathtub becomes a portal.

Solomon is a fucking bastard and pushes everyone into the bathtub. You choose if you go in by your own will or if he also pushes you.

It leads to the Celestial Realm??? No lol jk, it's actually inside a very familiar looking labyrinth and y'all are being chased by a giant spider, fuck.

Solomon remakes pact with Asmo to distract spider.

Solomon then summons Barbatos

Unfortunately at some point he pissed Barbs off so he's ticked off by this summon. Barbs teleports the spider away and Sol uses his pact to force him to make a portal back home, but Barbs gets mad and later TELEPORTS HIM TO A DRAGON'S DEN LMAO

dw he's alright! He returns next lesson with a dragon egg.

Bad news! Diavolo and Barbatos realize you're human and not a demon after... What/when is this? 6-7 lessons? Yeah. Anyways, Dia tells you that you should pack up bc he's sending you back to the human world. You're another distraction, so to eliminate some stress, you're being deported, sorry. This is not a good thing.

Mammon and crew - except Luci obviously take on a ghost hunting job at the tome place idk I forgot the spelling

Mammon gets fucking possessed by a human ghost named Adam after you read his name off of a tomestone bc it was written in a human language.

Adam says that a demon killed him with consent many years ago bc Adam was trying to look for his lover but their dead

In case it wasn't obvious, that you.

Also, the demon knew you'd have the Ring of Light on you still. Anyways, Adam tells you that the demon's name/alias was Nightbringer. Guys, it's a fucking name drop!!!

You manage to open the gates for Adam by slurping up some of the brothers' powers and by the powers of the ring

Next day, you get a letter telling you to meet Dia concerning your expulsion, which Sol comes with you to try and change Dia's mind.

Suddenly, Belphegor basically kicks open the doors to demand that Beel be released. Apparently, he's been jailed. Shit, isn't that a parallel or what, huh?

Apparently, he suddenly got out of control and rampaged. Dia manages to pin him down and get him into a cell with sheer strength alone, but later escapes in the next lesson after you confront Luci and Belphegor who had a spat.

You, Luci, and Belphie get blamed for causing all of this 🥴 Especially by Barbs. Anyways, using your magic siphoning ability from your future pacts and the Ring of Light, you knock Beel out. Lesson 10 ends with you revealing that you're human and Dia and everyone wondering who tf you are to have this kind of power.

That was a lie. The very last scene was actually Satan and Simeon watching a cat that you introduced to Satan before you left with Luci and Belphie and discover the rampaging Beel. "Do you think MC will come back before the cat wakes up?" "I hope so."

Context for the quotes on the Nightbringer site:

Lucifer; "My pride hurt my brothers": I actually don't remember this one. I don't even know if my choices led up to this one. Will maybe revisit everything tomorrow or sum

Mammon; "We chose to follow Lucifer here. We all had reasons for doin' what we did.": This is from when Mammon is trying to convince the other brothers to join him in his search for Cerberus. He's tired of being discriminated, and doesn't regret his choice.

Leviathan; "I never wanted to come to this awful place, to begin with!": When Diavolo meets with the brothers concerning plans for RAD and about possibly making an announcement to show the brothers'presence, Levi is against this. He doesn't want the attention.

Satan; "I can barely stand being around them. It's torture.": Obviously, "them" are his "brothers". I can assume when he says this, but I think I can guess when it is. It was probably after he stormed off once the others discuss what the Celestial Realm was like. He's never seen that place, and he can't relate to the other brothers.

Asmodeus; "I want to return to the Celestial Realm...! I want to be an angel again! The way I used to be... White wings and all!": This is during the weird portal in the bathtub scene. He had tried to move on from the fall, but Simeon's appearance reminds him of what he lost again. He's scared of the fact that he's getting used to his demon self and that he's forgetting what it was like to be an angel.

Beelzebub; "I have a big secret that I've never been able to tell... Not even to Belphie.": I've actually never encountered this one bc I didn't get close to Beel. Has anyone seen this one?

Belphegor; "Who deserves to be punished the most?": After Lucifer temporarily admits defeat and doesn't stand up to Diavolo to let Beel go, Belphegor gets angry. He's scared that he'll lose another sibling. After telling you about Lilith and how stubborn she was, he admits that he doesn't know who to blame: Lilith for breaking the rules, the angels for directly killing her (or was this second one the other brothers for not doing more? I forgot damn), or himself for not protecting Lilith.

Anyways, that's all I can think of rn. Do note though that in Nightbringer, choices apparently actually matter so you may have gotten different results!

#obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me main character #obey me side characters #obey me swd

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