#demon lovin

[anamenooneowns]

Urges

Summary: Jennifer is always greedy for you.

AN: i rewatched jennifer's body last night so i wanted to make a spicy fic. its just our cannibal, succubus girlfriend loving up on her chubby girl. enjoy!

Pairing: Jennifer Check x Chubby black reader

Warnings: Dub-con (not previously consented demonic hypnotizing), no use of y/n (Angel isn't your name, it's a nickname), fucked grammar, degradation, biting, smacking (like once), cursing, almost caught, possible voyeurism (not really just tryna cover all the bases, these also sound like porn tags)

MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

This wasn't good. No- it wasn't good at all. This was terrible, in fact. What the fuck were you thinking? Anyone could see you here.

But as Jennifer's tongue slid up through your folds, parting them like Moses did the goddamn Red Sea- it was the best decision you've made in your life. Her plump lips pursed around your swollen clit, gathering spit to the front of her mouth to rub over the throbbing nub over, and over, and again. Your leg was thrown over her shoulder, and for a girl so skinny, it was surprising that she didn't falter at your weight pressing down on her at all.

It was your fault that you looked so precious wearing the crop top that you had taken from her closet. The spandex pressed your tits together while creating a delicious spillage she was quickly developing a taste for in Biology. And now she was having her fill in the gym locker rooms when you were both supposed to be practicing a new routine.

"Jen- Jen, fuck," you mewled. It was hard to focus on the door where anyone could come in when she was doing that thing with her tongue. "Any... anyone c'n come in."

Jennifer pulled away to laugh at your slurred words, rubbing your clit with her thumb to keep you just at the edge. "Oh, they can come in, can't they, Angel?" she mocked your moaning voice. "Then I guess the smart thing to do would be to shut your whore mouth, right?" the drop of her voice was cold and sudden.

Your sucked your trembling bottom lip into your mouth, stifling your tears at her nasty words even though your nipples were twisting into thick, hardened peaks against your cheer shirt. Her eyes locked onto your chest and she pushed your shirt up with her free hand, a dulcet noise coming from her throat as your heavy tits fell out of them. 

"Fuck." she huffed out a laugh, rising from her haunches slowly as she pressed kisses up your stomach and between the valley of your breasts. "For someone so scared they're gonna be seen, it feels like you're just getting wetter and wetter," she hissed in your ear like a dirty secret.

Jennifer punctuated her sentence with a sharp smack against your pussy, eliciting a squelch that sounded so nasty- so lewd that your knees buckled. 

It took a moment to realize that you never hit the ground. Then another to register that Jennifer Check was holding you, above the ground, against the lockers, as if you were weightless. She dropped to her knees now, settling your legs over her shoulders to return to licking the honeyed sweetness you were dripping. All for her. The feeling of her mouth and fingers pleasuring you made your concern slip from your mind, head nodding off as the rise of your orgasm coiled and got hot in your belly.

"Ohgodohgod- wanna cum. Jen.. Jen, lemme cum, baby- please."

Collective laughter in the hallway almost distracted you. Almost. Jennifer's teeth sharpened and she moved her face away from your cunt to bite your thigh, smiling when you cried out in pain. "If you wanna cum, then you keep those eyes on me, Angel. Or maybe you want them to see us, see how good of a little slut you are for me, letting me eat your pussy out?"

It was adorable how you shook your head even though she could hear you chanting 'yes' in your mind. All the times she wondered where your head went off to before she was cursed had been answered. The scenarios of the salacious, perverted things you wanted her to do to you and vice versa made her write a checklist in her diary at home. This was just number five that you and her would both be crossing off soon.

It was when you started hearing the words of your fellow friends and cheerleaders that your diverted your attention again. Jennifer growled and pulled away, slick dripping down her chin, lipgloss smudged. "Angel. Look. At. Me."

Your pretty brown eyes locked onto hers and the sparkle in them started to fade as you fell into her hypnosis. Her demonesque eyes dilated at the sight of you, jaw half-open and eyes lidded as you looked down at her. 

 There we go, now you gotta work for it yourself, sweet girl.

You carded your fingers through Jennifer's hair before stopping at the back of her head, rolling your hips forward. Jennifer moaned as your eyes rolled back, riding her face at an angle where your clit bumped against her nose with every hump. She sucked your inner folds into her mouth, teasing their lineation with her tongue to scoop your cream into her mouth before letting them go. 

The doorknob twisted and turned from across the room but it didn't open. A muffled collection of groans echoing in the hallway from sweaty and tired cheerleaders at the jammed door. It made her want to laugh at how you were getting a much different workout in here.

When your hips started stuttering and frustrated whines spilled from your swollen lips at missing her nose from rutting so desperately, she grabbed the undersides of your thighs. God, you were so warm and soft. The feeling made her hungry. And the second she felt her teeth shift and sharpen, cheeks thinning to accommodate an unhinged jaw–she slammed the door on the feeling. Looking back to your soulless, brown eyes she couldn't- wouldn't succumb to her newly cannibalistic urges.

Instead, she focused on how she could have cum alone from how sopping wet and sticky your pussy was as she pushed her ring and middle finger inside your walls. It felt like hot silk as she curled them inside of you, slowly letting go of her reigns on your mind. The light in your eyes flickered on and your brows drew together, a sob leaving your lips as you looked down at her glacier blue eyes. Did you black out? 

When she put her mouth back on your cunt, you quickly agreed that you did because who wouldn't go unconscious from such good pussy eating? 

"S'right there- stop, Jenny, wai-wait!" you babbled, trying to tuck your hips back, away from her dangerous mouth.

Whatever the noise she made though, something guttural and warning, stilled you as chills ran up your spine. Your body shuddered, head tilting against the lockers and eyes rolling back as you squirted into her waiting mouth. 

She drank as if she had been deprived of water, refusing to waste a drop before crooning, "My pretty Angel," between breaths of air. She made out with your pussy as soon as she caught her breath, swirling her tongue through your swollen vulva until you were wet with her spit and whining.

"Alright, I'm done. C'mon, Angel-baby," her voice was softer as she lowered your legs to the floor, wrapping a thin arm behind your waist because she didn't trust you not to fall. 

Your eyes fluttered open when she started peppering kisses over your neck, and the kisses stopped once your eyes latched onto hers. "C'mon, I'll walk you back home, s'not safe to be alone."

You didn't argue that she would then be alone, knowing that she'd brush your concerns off with a mind-numbing kiss. And you also didn't say a word when you watched her tuck your panties into her bag unabashedly. 

When you walked into the hallway it was clear, and confusion clouded your face. Jennifer didn't have to look at you to know you were confused about what happened to your cheer squad coming toward the locker room.

"The door was jammed silly, duh." Jennifer said. "You know we always get lucky when we're in public like this," her hand crept up your skirt and you squealed as she squeezed the fatty flesh.

"Jenny, anyone could have seen my ass!" you whispered angrily, lips scrunching into a pout.

She stopped walking and grabbed your jaw, kissing you in the middle of the empty basement. Her tongue pushed into your mouth, impatient- everything was always impatient with Jennifer. Your gasp is swallowed as she presses her tongue against yours, the potent taste of you being dressed over your tongue. Pulling away, she swipes your bottom lip and collects the string of saliva connecting your mouths to pop it into her own. "They wouldn't live another day to even talk about my girlfriend's pretty ass."

You rub your lips together, moisturizing them with what was left of Jennifer's strawberry flavored gloss. Finally, you sweetly say. "Well then.. I guess it's okay."

God, you really were an Angel. Always willing and okay to let Jennifer do whatever she wanted.

As you both kept walking, Jennifer's hand rubbing your ass, she decided you didn't need to know that she literally would tear someone limb from limb for you. Or that the door to the locker room wasn't actually jammed and she had locked it from the start, the key shoved in her bra.

It was late when you and Jennifer finally got off of facetime, you insisting that she at least do this for you the moment she dropped you off so you could see her get home safely. You grabbed your pajamas which was really only panties and a tank-top you stole from your girlfriend before going into the bathroom.

You peeled off your cheer uniform, and that's when you felt it. Hissing, you turn to the mirror in your bathroom and raise your leg.

It felt like an icy hand clutched your heart as you looked at the ellipsis of small holes decorating your inner thigh. The oxidized reddish-brown blood was smeared all over it and there was only a one-word question that flitted through your mind.

Jennifer?

[iluvtboytummy]

Mmm, thinking about taking a demon boy from behind, but... now hear me out...

You tie a rope to their horns... like how you could a bull... and you use that instead of a leash...

Imagine absolutely fucking his demon cunt, and you yank on the rope, forcing his head back and their back to arch... a work of hell's creation turned into a slutty mess...

I'm so normal about this...

(This post is about t4t queer men)

[ragrfisk]

A silly comic of my warlock and his incubus.

[fragileizywriting]

"all men are awful!" adrien shouts, hands out as if he's proving his point. the robe he's stolen off of her falls off his shoulder, showing a pair of honey-kissed collarbones, and one large pectoral that is absolutely to die for. "all they want is a hole to fuck and they don't even care what hole it is."

marinette rolls her eyes, penciling her brows. naked as god's intention in life, she dolls herself up in front of the vanity mirror, applying blush and highlighter on her cheeks even though no one will be seeing her from the other side of the glory hole in the next few hours. it's the thought that counts, right? it's like battle armor. or something.

what's a girl to do? she loves makeup. why stop just because her client can't see her?

the night is young and the air conditioning is set to low, which lets her fluff up her hair across her shoulders and down her back and not shiver from the cold. she doesn't bother with clothes in between clients, but that means that the insides of her thighs are just covered in slick— a quick magic-away and it's gone, yes, but it sticks to her skin like perfume, and that's why adrien's been on edge ever since he walked in, done with his own appointment for now. he hadn't even gotten to finish. poor baby. like a true succubus he is, adrien ignores the fact that he's leaking precome, desperate to come, all the more interested in gossiping with her while she squishes her own boobs and checks herself out in the mirror.

all he wants is her attention.

and maybe a little bit of her slick, too. what a cute little newheld.

"and what are you, then?" she scoffs.

"simple," he replies, crossing his arms across his chest. his glans peeks out from underneath her robe as if shy. "i'm nothing like them— i'm your kitty-cat."

"you're my baby," she corrects, finally standing up. a low sway of her tail gathers his attention towards her as she walks over, smoothing her hand on that pretty shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck as she climbs into his lap. he spreads his legs, widening his stance, and the robe falls apart at his hips and makes way for his dick to press up against her tummy. "and i think my baby wants my attention."

"do not."

"do too." a gentle kiss to his lips turns filthy. he's just so desperate, sucking on her tongue like it's a cock, milking it between his lips like it's deserved; she pulls away, giggling, finding it endearing when he tries to chase her lips. "it's okay," she murmurs, sucking on his neck just so to make his hips buck up into her stomach. "just because that demon has one of the best dicks i've ever had, doesn't mean you're not my favorite."

"i better be."

gah, he's just so cute. she's ready to just swallow him whole. "you're my boyfriend, aren't you?"

the fact that adrien looks so smug at that accomplishment should be a crime.

[fragileizy]

❣️WIP Ask Game❣️

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips

oh man... this is a rough one for sure....

i'll be showing only the fics that i'm actively writing currently as wips. everything else in my wip folders are throwaways and i'm not actively working on them, so they don't count.

thank you for tagging me @rierse 💕💕💕💕

C'est La Sea:

sirens / song of the sea

birthday

Fire Lily Petals:

a drop of ambrosia

fire lily petals

Sharks and Sugar: 5. eight for two

Out of the Closet: 6. save the date 7. walk in

Demon Lovin':

8. job huntin' 9. comin' for you 10. succubus giftin'

4am ginseng tea: 11. 4am ginseng tea

tagging: @writer-rider-flirty-thirties | @leafweaverryn | @asukiess | @chatnia-starlight | @isabugs

did i miss you? join in!💕💕💕💕

[demonspeeding666]

Part 2 of Dark and Gothic and Horror Phrases Aesthetic core

Feeling like a freak on a leash

[jasminetrans]

Come have fun with me

[redthedead]

Mlem

[formyprecioussoulmate]

Me and him

Source: https://x.com/Krakenkatzi?t=bR7-iZ4jT2FrPhxJNWc-Tg&s=09

[fragileizywriting]

hi friends. sorry. i made the mistake of thinking about all my adrien’s and all my luka’s surrounding one single kitty and telling her to put the ribbon on her neck… everyone in various states of undress…….. and her sitting in the middle of the couch just 😵‍💫 because oh god.

[fragileizywriting]

we’re gonna be behind by a day because i didn’t end up posting the second chapter but that’s fine. whatever. but i hope y’all enjoy the mini fics!!! chapter 31 is actually gonna have plot, so there’s your reason to read it completely through heehee. not every chapter is gonna have sex, ironically— i think there’s two? maybe three? that don’t?— but i still hope you enjoy 🥺

let me know if you like it btw!

[fragileizywriting]

i had an idea for a tiny dl fic but i didn't know what to do with it because i couldn't figure out its purpose, but it was going to be marinette using a fleshlight on luka and he's like "hmmmmm fine i guess it's okay— wait hold on this actually feels really nice, what the hell," and she's like awhhhhh doesn't it???? 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

and we cut to a little interlude of adrien in the middle of work wheezing and panting because there's a ghost dick in his ass and he's leaking precome from how hard he is and fuuuuuckkkkkk,

we find out that he's gotten stamped with a succubus tattoo and she's using magic to wormhole a fleshlight into being adrien's actual ass

[fragileizywriting]

do you think luka likes to fist her hair from time to time for no reason. she'll be sitting in his lap because there's no room anywhere else (all the chairs are taken and everyone's just hanging out and chatting) and no one's paying attention to them while he gathers up her hair and fists it in his hands, playfully, just for a few seconds and to breathe hot air against her sensitive neck. do you think she makes a noise. a creak. a squeak. does she kick her legs out on insintct. or does she melt into it, pretending that her blush is because she's cuddling into his shoulder, and not because his laugh is low and caught in his throat like he knows what it does to her whenever he tangles up her hair between his fingers?

do you think when they're home alone after the party, where both of them smell like tasteful rum and sweet-scented tequila, marinette's tiny hands are on his band shirt while he does the exact same thing, pulling her hair back so her throat and adam's apple area is exposed, just for him to lay down hickies beneath her chin?

[fragileizywriting]

adrien’s place is in marinette’s lap, listening to how special he is and what a good boy he is and how wonderful he is

[fragileizywriting]

hey . hi. i had to put 'registered users only' on anything with lukanette on it on ao3 bc there's this one loser that keeps commenting on my stuff and telling me that lukanette sucks etc etc, and while all i do is mark as spam and delete, that's really not something i want to see in general. sometimes i'm not strong enough to shrug it off, and i get really upset and lonely. if you'd like to leave a comment, consider geting an ao3 account so you can do so for real. or, idk.... what would be a good second option...?

[fragileizywriting]

"i don't have a daddy kink," adrien says, rather bravely, into the open silence that has luka looking up and marinette hiding her mouth behind her hands in shock.

marinette's hand starts reaching for his forehead, intent on finding a fever. "are you okay?"

he goes swatting her off. "i'm— hey."

"because you do," she continues, settling back into her dining chair with a huff while luka smirks into his palm. he's got his elbows on the table, an absolute travesty, but it's his house and his rules, so he does what he wants. she shimmies in place, cracking her nails against the table in rhythmic stacatto patterns, intent on sounding like a clock ticking down.

"i do not."

"is this naivety?"

"it's—" adrien stalls for a word, "truthful. i'm telling the truth. daddy kinks don't even exist, anyway."

"thought we said we wouldn't lie to each other," is all luka can reply.

adrien's face goes dark with a blush. "do the two of you really not believe me? come on, i don't."

"uh huh."

"i don't," adrien tries again. a frown too, to compliment his face. "calling luka 'daddy' would be weird."

would it be weird? it wouldn't be weird. he already calls marinette by 'mommy', though he has a habit of hiding his face in her chest whenever he does it because he's embarassed and doesn't want to look at her in the eyes when he does it. the word 'daddy' has never left his mouth, even though she's definitely tried to get him to say it. she teases him with it, bringing it up all on her own, mentioning luka in passing as 'daddy' to adrien who always seems to moan louder at the idea. he gets a little harder. and wetter. and his precome tastes a little sweeter.

he has a daddy kink.

"you know it's not a problem to have kinks, baby."

"i'm—" adrien groans. "this is a losing battle."

"just making sure," she continues, "i don't want you to feel like you need to be embarassed about something you like. we're never going to kink shame, you know that." a look to the side and she gives luka a smile. "if it'll make it easier, i'll start calling luka 'daddy' so you aren't scared to do it too."

adrien, if he actually could, looks like he's about to fold into his own elbows with how mortified he is.