#demon x human

[monster-disaster]

it’s always the humans summoning demons, but how about demons summoning humans

you know how it goes originally and you are sooo ready for the night of your life but the big, monstrous guy with thick horns only wants someone to complain to and cuddle with after a shitty week

[bunnis-monsters]

You’re a princess that has been kidnapped by the yandere!demon king!

Sitting alone in your… strangely well furnished and decorated room with mountains of books to read, you soon grew bored.

Every day demon servants brought you snacks, and you even got to bathe whenever you felt like it.

At some point it felt less like you were a kidnapped princess and more like you were a guest in the demon castle.

While reading one day, you even caught the demon king peeking into your room, watching you with lovesick eyes as his hand moved lower-

Oh.

You are a kidnapped princess, trapped with a pervert demon king that would like to mate with you… but he’s too shy.

Listening in late at night, you hear the guards gossiping, saying how the king fell in love with you at first sight. He’s never taken a mate, meaning no female has ever been bedded by the king.

Well, now you had a way to pass the time.

Now, how will you use this new information for your own benefit?

[specshroom]

Demon / imp friend who keeps pretending they can't control their tail⤵

Pretending to be bashful when it winds its way around your thigh or wraps around your waist.

"Oh! Sorry haha, this damn thing. Like it has a mind of it's own 😅"

You let it slide because you like them, until one day you see them not so discreetly catch a pencil with their tail and manoeuvre it expertly back into the pen holder on the desk it fell from.

You pretend not to notice, your sneaky suspicion now confirmed.

So the next time they're sitting next to you and their slinky tail starts winding around the fat of your thigh, you're so ready for it.

"You're doing it again."

They turn away from what they were pretending to focus on, act all bashful and start apologising,

"Oh shit, I'm sorry."

Before your demonic friend can retreat, you cross your legs, effectively trapping their coiled tail between your warm thighs.

"It's alright, I don't mind."

You say dismissively, as you lightly stroke the arrow shaped point at the end of the tail with your thumbs.

You feel them shiver and look up to see them practically panting, staring down at you with heart shaped eyes and hot cheeks.

⛧𖤍⛧

[davinawritings]

A Helping Tail

Demon Husband X Human Reader

Your demon husband knew you were a very needy person when he married you. You constantly craved his attention and physical contact; it was just part of your personality. Your constant desire to be close to him was something he enjoyed greatly. He loves having you so needy and desperate for him; it just shows how much you love him.

While he wished he could have you on his cock at all times, bouncing your wet pussy up until you both were moaning in pleasure, he did have times he had to concentrate on his tasks. He had tried in the beginning to focus as he let you have your way with his large body, but your tight cunt proved to be entirely too distracting for him to get any real work done.

Having you stay away from him was not an option; you both craved the other too much for that. However, he came up with a solution that you both enjoyed immensely in the form of his tail. You could spend hours sitting on his tail, alternating between riding it and being cockwarmed by it. 

Your demon husband could sit at his massive desk getting his work done as you writhed and moaned in his lap, your hips bouncing, grinding, and shaking as you cum repeatedly. The pointed tip of his tail moves so deep within you as he strokes your cunt, rubbing against your sensitive g-spot repeatedly until you are crying out his name. He alternates between letting you ride him however you please, and fucking you hard and fast with his tail, drawing orgasm after orgasm from you. Once you finally tire out, he keeps you tight to his chest, letting you nap as his tail stays buried in your dripping cunt. 

When he finally finishes his work, he’ll bring you back to your bed, waking you by kissing your body and stroking your sensitive folds. He’s spent all day with his cock hard and ready to fuck you, your naked body pressed to his own. It’s a good thing you napped because the next several hours are going to be spent being filled by his cock over and over. By the end of the night, each thrust of his fat cock is going to push more and more of his cum from your stretched hole, only to be replaced by more cum, and he fills you again.

[lyonnerileyauthor]

you live like Cinderella, used and abused by your so-called family, forced to work all day and live in the barn like a rat. you clean up after them every moment, doing all the chores and cooking all the meals. you're tired, so tired of the punishments that meet you for stepping slightly out of line.

one day, it goes too far. with a broken arm, you hobble back out to the barn, intent on one goal: to get revenge and escape this place.

there's a village witch, you see, who everyone detests. they throw food at her when she comes to the village and taunt her as she buys her groceries. you find your way to her house after dark, and knock on her door. when she sees you, it's as if she expected you, and she has a small stack of ingredients ready.

mix them together over a flame and chant these words, she says. this spell will fix what ails you.

you chant the words and stir the mixture. then, as instructed, you pour it out onto the floor. the whole barn turns red, bright red, and you wonder if you've made a mistake by listening to that old witch.

he appears in a puff of smoke, skin as crimson as the dawn sky, with a spaded tail that flicks like a cat's. he has many horns along his crown, and a snakelike tongue darts out as he regards you.

for what purpose have you summoned me? he asks. but all you have to do is show him your arm, and he understands.

he rains down punishment upon the family, turning their house to ash, sending his fire nymphs to chase and beat them. when the true monsters are burned and bruised, he aims to kill, but you stop him.

that's good enough, you say. you've had your revenge. but you see, he's infuriated at how you've been treated. he wants to end this, to bestow the final blow, but you convince him to let them live with their punishment.

then what else can I do? he asks. where will you go next?

you'll wander, you figure, until you find a new home. at least now you're free.

then I will wander with you. he's not ready to return to the other realm yet, not while you still need his help.

together, you abandon the village before anyone can discover what you've done. deep in the woods, though, there's nowhere to sleep except the circle of the demon's monstrous arms.

I promise I won't use my claws, he says, welcoming you into them. here, ensconced in him, you feel his cock emerge from that pocket at his groin. he doesn't move to use it, but you find you want him to—this creature who saved you, who has helped you without asking for payment in return. he's marvelous, powerful, and strange. perhaps this is how you might reward him.

you spread yourself and slowly, sink down on that massive crimson cock. he groans as you take all of him, soaking up his need, coasting on a river of your desire. you begin at your own pace, until his lust grows overwhelming—and then he throws you down to the forest floor, his eyes wild and red. now he fucks you harder, claiming you, owning you. you're mine now, he mutters, bringing you to your finish over and over again. he will eat your pleasure until there's nothing left, drowning in it.

when you're finished, you sleep; but soon he grows hard again, his craving for you having taken over. when you've restored your strength, he fucks you again, demanding that you never leave him. whichever realm you choose, he'll stay by your side.

[monstersholygrail]

Hi!!!

Im suffering from brainrot of 'what if Y/n got truck-channed and became an angel but their first thought was "GET ME TO MY BOYFRIEND(demon priest)" so they just burst into the church like a week later in the middle of him mourning and-' you can expect what happens from there. I am yapping, gleefully. by God I love people who would go stir crazy without their S/O (mecore).

Awww Demon Priest, my beloved!!! I haven’t written that man in so long. I’ve been thinking about it recently though because I love him and because this ask hahaha.

I love the thought of this. Like, Demon Priest would be pretty understanding about you dying given it must’ve been your time. There’s no way his gift would be taken from him unless it was in His plan. Though of course he’d be mourning you, barely able to go on without you. He’s practically an empty husk because any soul he had left with you.

So when you burst into the church merely a week after your (supposed??) death, Demon Priest thinks you must be a hallucination. Or perhaps maybe he’s finally died too and gone to heaven with you. He briefly wonders if maybe you had faked your death to get away from him but he quickly gets rid of that thought given the fact you’re here now.

That’s when he notices your wings and the halo around your head. He stares at you in awe, marveling at your accomplishment. Normal humans don’t just become angels. But you’ve never been normal, have you? Never just been a human. You’re his gift and you’ve returned to him once again even in your divine state.

Without a second thought he’s walking down the aisle toward you, abandoning his post and ignoring the rising whispers of his flock. No, all that matters is getting to you.

It’s only as he gathers you in his arms does he allow himself to admit that this is real. You’re real and you’re with him. And he’ll make sure you’ll never be able to leave again.

Something dark flickers in his gaze and this time you know you’re not seeing things. You understand this time. The darkness that can creep in when you’re away from your beloved. Demon Priest is surprised to find his expression mirrored back at him. It only makes the dark arousal burning in his belly to boil into an inferno of need.

No words need to be exchanged between you both as he sweeps you up in his arms and rushes you off to his office in the back. Who cares if everyone knows what you must be doing back there. They may even be able to hear it.

Maybe they should. Perhaps they need to hear the sound of a love blessed by the lord.

So Demon Priest will make sure even the heavens hear every second of your pleasure.

[werecreature-addicted]

"oh Lust demon who-" ENOUGH

Wrath demon who takes out their anger and frustration on you and beats your ass until your skin is red and raw.

Pride demon who is the nastiest Sadist in the world and lives to torture pathetic humiliation sluts like you.

Envy demon who crys with jealousy when other people so much as look at you and needs needy clingy reassurance sex probably in public where everyone can see.

Gluttony demon who goes down on you for hours. maybe they're vampiric too and drinks your blood too.

Sloth demon.

Greed demon who buys expensive luxury sex toys to tease you with they like showing off even if they only get one or two uses out of them. of course, the most expensive toy in their collection is you.

[monstersflashlight]

Patreon Commission for Zars

Request: The semiplot I had was reader finds out friend cheated on their partner and sides with the ex cause cheating is a no-no so we comfort their now ex, and ya-know, emotions get going. I was thinking more of it leads into an NSFW situation. They were friends thru the cheater but they’ve both stopped talking to that person due to what happened, and then all of a sudden while they’re talking there’s a kiss, and then another and then clothes are on the ground

Good Devil

Demon x fem!reader || sex with feelings, horn-play (?) || tw: cheating (mentioned)

She cheated. She had an amazing boyfriend and she cheated. You knew they weren’t in their best moment, but he was amazing with her, and she still went out and fucked her coworker. In his place. Fuck. That was just fucked up in a way you couldn’t forgive, so after you gave her your a piece of your mind you left her there... and went to him.

When you knocked on the door, he wasn’t surprised. He stepped to the side and let you sit on his couch as he sat right next to you. You didn’t have to say anything, you looked at him and hugged his middle as he told you everything. Over the time you’d been friends, you grew closer and closer. Your talk becomes heated easily, vehemently telling him it wasn’t his fault, that he was fantastic. And even when he didn’t believe you, you kept praising him because he was. He was everything you told him and so much more.

It takes a while for you two to calm down, your face pressed against his chest and his wings wrapped around your body. At some point, your angry tears and his frustrated sighs calm down enough. Silence becomes comfortable as you hug closer, melting against each other until you can hear his heart against your ear and he keeps breathing in your scent.

The intimacy is everything you expected and more. You didn’t want to admit that you might have a bit of a crush on your friend’s boyfriend, but now that she was an asshole and cheated on him… You can feel the spark between the two of you shining brighter than ever.

You push back from his chest, his wings unfurling as you touch his face softly, caressing his cheek. “Do you… do you feel this, too?”

“Yes,” his broken response has your body vibrating with excitement. “I’ve been feeling this for a long time,” he confesses.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask in a softer tone.

“Please,” his plea is enough for you. You close the distance between your bodies, almost throwing yourself on top of him, legs at either side of his body as you cup his cheeks and close the space between your mouths.

It starts soft and exploring, but in less than a minute he’s taking over. His hands find your hair and he starts to pull, arching your neck enough to claim your mouth at a better angle. He kisses you like he’s starving for your taste, and it makes you burn with pleasure.

You grab onto his horns and he breaks the kiss with a sinful groan. “Good devils… do… do that again,” he stutters his request and it makes you feel powerful. You rub his horns, and he lets out a broken cry… So you do it again, and again, until he’s begging for you for more.

“Please, please, just… Can I… Can you…?” He grabs your wrists, stopping your movements on his horns as you keep kissing up and down the column of his neck, using a bit more teeth than necessary. “I can’t think when you do that.” You stop and pull back enough to look into his eyes. “Do you want this? Do you want me?”

You look at him for a few more seconds, looking for answers in his dark eyes. You can feel him getting anxious, his bat wings twitching behind him on the sofa as you lean towards him and whisper against his lips: “More than anything.”

It’s like you pressed the right button, and suddenly you are in the air, and he’s pushing his wings up and down as you fly through your apartment until you are on your back and he’s undressing you with frantic movements. “Off, off, off…” He chants.

You help him with the clothes until your naked skin presses against his own, the natural heat of his demon form warming you impossibly hot. The heat of his skin makes your nipples ache in pleasure as he takes one in his mouth and you let out a scream.

He pulls back for a second, looking up at your eyes to make sure you are alright, and it warms your heart more than it warms your body. “Fuck me, please. I need you inside of me…”

“Are you sure?” He asks again, making your heart beat a bit faster, feel a bit fuller.

“Yes! For fuck’s sake, push that demon dick in my pussy!” You try not to sound too mad, but you are desperate and aching. He huffs a laugh and manhandles you into a better position. He’s on his knees and you are pressing against his chest, the tip of his cock pressing against your core. “Take as much of me as you want,” he whispers against your ear. It sounds like a promise, one that you are fully intending to claim.

You lower your hips little by little. He feels so big you aren’t sure if you could take him full, but you are 100% going to try. It takes a while for you to get past the first ridge, but when it pushes inside of you, he screams and you feel warmth spreading inside your pussy.

You stop your movements and look at his head thrown back and exposed throat. “Did you just come?” You try not to sound smug, but you fail miserably.

But he doesn’t mind, he’s rocking his hips in tiny thrusts, making your whole body move. “Fuck, yes. Keep going. Keep going. So good.”

His dick doesn’t get soft, it almost feels harder as you continue your journey to demon dick, rolling your hips and trying to get further down. His come helps lubricate the way, slipping faster inside of you as he keeps moaning and praising you. Your face must be almost as red as his, but you can’t care. You can’t focus on anything that’s not the incredible fullness inside of you.

By the time you bottom out, he’s chanting curses to the ceiling and you are about to burst. He feels so good inside of you… It takes you a few minutes to catch your breath and adapt to his size, but when pleasure starts to build in your lower abdomen, you grab his shoulders and start bouncing on his dick. He lets out a cry, and it only powers your movements further. He grabs your hips and helps you out. Up and down, up and down… The pleasure is almost blinding.

Your orgasm catches you by surprise. You arch your back as he holds you up, screaming his name as he thrusts harder into you. He’s not far behind, his thrusts becoming erratic as his orgasm takes over his body. You scream in unison as pleasure rides your bodies.

You come down to your body wrapped around his. “It’s mean to say I’m glad she cheated?” You whisper against his chest. He laughs so hard your head bounces on his pectorals.

“Good Devil, I adore you.”

[dododrawsnsfw]

Incubus who loves how soft and small you are, compared to him. You're his little mate and he would do anything to protect you.

Thinking of making him an OC (like Asher). Is there any scenario you'd like to see with him?

Kofi (SFW) | Patreon (NSFW)

[satansdirtiestangel]

Nsfw. Monster fucker mood again :)

Never come close to a demon in heat. Especially an Incubus. Just the smell of his sweat and hormones, the pure feral lust in the air is palpable. His dick struggles to remain in sizes that could be easily taken by a mortal, (by you). He’s shamelessly rutting up and against anything that has your scent on it. Your furniture, your bed, your clothes, which are all torn to shreds now as he fucks and fucks and fucks, eventually just rutting his monstrous cock into some fabric scraps in his hand, lube and precum flowing to the floor as his feral pants, trying to find the release he seeks.

He can’t control his body now, it stretches to the ceiling, his horns scratching holes in the tiles, his body so overgrown, the four arms barely able to grab his cock before it splits into two equally thick 18” long poles, filled and overflowing with his seed. His tail lashes around, trying to find anything that will ease his suffering. Anything that reminds him of your tight holes, your sinfully sweet voice, your adorably lewd behaviours. He needs you, but in his feral animalistic state, you both know that he'd ruin you far worse than anything before. And so he ruts, and ruts alone. He gets creative using his own insanely long tongue, wrapping around his cocks like a snake. And with one demonic groan he cums, rope after rope of thick, sticky seed. All wasted in his mind. Whimpering your name like a broken prayer. But it’s okay, he's not done. He still needs you, to fuck

[saturnscafe]

͙˚ ༘✶For Centuries | Demon

Demon who always acts so annoyed when you call for him. Who makes it seem he so bothered by your requests especially the ones he deems “dumb”. Who’d never admit how he has fallen for you over the years of working with you.

The same demon who on a night walking home comes to your rescue when 2 people keep following you. When he heard you call out for him feeling the fear in your voice something ignited in him. He was ready to kill who was ever making you feel that way.

When he came to you scooping you up taking you home, sobbing into his chest. Your body trembling still from how scared you were. His heart thudding when you apologized for bothering him. He tilted your head to look at him giving you one of the most passionate kisses you’ve ever received.

“I’ll always be here for you my little ember, I am sorry if I ever made you feel like you bother me. You’re the highlight of my century” he’d blurting out his words flowing out before his brain could stop him.

Your now demon boyfriend who is making up the time he wasted. Treating you like royalty, spending as much time with you as he can between other works. Brining home such beautiful flowers and surprising you with cute stuffed animals. As soon as he comes home he’s wrapping his arms around you spinning you around as he’s smiling ear to ear. He wont ever admit it to you but those people who followed you home are now suffering in the deepest pits of hell. Chuckling everytime he sees them suffering because unlike you, he knew what they were gonna do to you. And now they have to suffer for all eternity for ever going after the love of his life.

[bunnis-monsters]

Patreon/Kofi Update

Incubus x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Xavi is an incubus, the last of his kind. He usually keeps to himself, but has been feeding on your dreams lately. Now, he’s starving and needs to have sex with you! Will he be able to keep the relationship casual?

You can read this and many other fics early and post some exclusive stories on my Patreon or Kofi! I’ve posting every two days lately, so you have a lot to read and catch up on!

[symbiomancy]

summoning circle —demon

—summary: You summon the wrong demon. However, this one is also willing to help you out.

—warnings: demon x human, piv sex, mild degradation (no use of whore/slut/etc), creampie, overstimulation, rimming/anal, (technically) double penetration, manhandling, spanking, dubcon(ish).

—word count: 2,1k

—a/n: blacked out writing this, came to sweaty and wet. also on AO3

He doesn’t look like the diagram in the book. You stare at the demon standing in the summoning circle in the middle of your bedroom, then look at the diagram again. He has legs. And claws. So many mouths. The genie in the picture has no legs, just a long, curling strand of smoke, no claws and not that many mouths.

The demon exhales a long and suffering sigh, a clawed hand pinching the bridge of his nose. Or, you think that’s his nose. It's hard to make out under all the smoke and blur shrouding his body.

“Okay,” he says after a moment and raises his other hand to make a come hither motion. “C’mon, tell me what you wanted to wish for.”

You narrow your eyes at his tall, sinewy figure. “You just said you’re not the wish-granting type.” His head snaps up, eyes gleaming red in the dying sun. “Oh,” you drawl as realization dawns on you, “common occurrence, huh?”

“I think I’ve been summoned more times to someone fucking up a genie summon than to someone summoning for me.”

“Oh, so you’re a loser,” you deadpan.

“And you’re trying to summon a genie,” he argues. His gaze is burning into your eyes. Goosebumps rise on your skin. You swear he notices because why else would his posture relax slightly, the tense line of his shoulders loosening just a little. “So,” he clears his throat, standing up straighter, horns nearly grazing your ceiling, “your wish?”

You pointedly look away from him, heat rushing to your cheeks, and press your thighs together. From the corner of your eye you see the mouth at his throat widen into a broad grin. Many more mouths on his body open up, all displaying some kind of grin, small or big, sharp and toothy or already cackling. “You know what—”

“That’s your wish?” he asks with mirth. “Now who’s the loser?”

You turn on your heel, grab the book of sigils from your bed and close it with a snap, gather the unused candles and the chalk and lay them carefully on top of the book. What a waste of time, you think with the sour taste of tears in the back of your throat. A goddamn demon making fun of you — that’s truly a new low. You gather everything into your arms, precariously balancing all the items that want to roll away from you as you turn to leave the room.

“Wait, wait,” he says. You don’t want to stop, but your feet do so on their own accord. The demon cocks his head to the side, gleaming red eyes raking over your body with a newfound hunger. You grip the book tighter to your chest, feeling naked all of a sudden. Then, he shrugs his shoulders. “Ah, what the Hell; I’ll do it.”

“Just like that?”

“I’m extending an olive branch.”

He has an ulterior motive, he has to, he’s a demon for fuck’s sake. But… you’re lonely. And it’s a little pathetic how you summoned a demon for companionship. You’ve dug this hole for yourself, might as well see how far you can keep digging. So, you set the books and chalk and candles in your hands down on the nightstand and reach out with the nose of your slipper to scrub a part of the chalk summoning circle away.

The demon, suddenly taller and wider and cloaked in shadows and smoke. There’s barely enough time for your brain to register he’s moved across the room when there’s a hot mouth on yours. His lips press against yours with bruising force, a tongue prodding at the seam of your lips and you can’t resist, don’t want to. It delves past your lips and presses against your own tongue.

Hands, so many hands on your body, grabbing and groping and ripping and tearing. Claws sink into the front of your shirt and pull it to shreds. They advance, pressing against your heated skin. You nearly squeal when something hot and wet drags across your nipple and jerk back from the demon. His grin is wide as his long, serpentine tongue retreats into his mouth and he raises a hand, palm facing you. A sharp-toothed mouth grins at you, slick tongue lolling out, curling around thin air. The demon reaches his hand out and the tongue drags across your torso, across your breast, and latches onto your nipple. You choke out a half-moan, half-gasp, back arching against him.

His mouth is back on yours, tongue prodding at your lips for entrance and you let him. The world sways under your feet and your knees give out. There’s a hand on the small of your back guiding you, until you’re splayed out on top of the covers. The demon does not pull away, his body following the curve of yours, leaning over you, one knee propped on the edge of the mattress. His hands, everywhere, fingers groping and tongues dragging fire across your skin.

When he pulls away, you blink away the fogginess in your eyes. The world slowly comes back into focus but he remains a splotch of bleeding black ink against the brightly colored wall of your bedroom. Hands on your knees and your thighs and your calves grab at the flesh, force your legs apart. Your muscles strain against the pressure. Cool air hits your cunt and you clench around air, buck your hips up. 

A mouth rests on your clit, its tongue presses against the sensitive bud. Your breath hitches in your throat. It’s thick and wet and so warm, dragging across your clit and down, until it stops at your entrance. You open your mouth to beg when fingers latch around your hips and twist your body abruptly. Your face smacks against the duvet cover as your body is angled, hips lifted and pulled against his body. He grinds his hard cock against your bare cunt with a cackling laugh.

“Please—” you mutter against the bed, blink away the mist in your eyes. This is pathetic, so fucking pathetic of you, begging for a demon to fuck you because you can’t get laid anywhere else.

The demon hums, almost purrs, and smacks a hand against your bare ass. You gasp into the mattress. “You’re so funny like this,” he says and you just know he’s grinning, every single goddamn mouth on his body is grinning, laughing at your pathetic neediness in the face of the demon pressing his cock against your entrance. “I mean,” he starts again, pushing his tip just past your folds and into your throbbing cunt, but not far enough to provide any relief, “you were going to waste a wish just to get some demonic dick? And here I thought people asking to be famous or rich was sad.”

“Please, just—” you clear your throat, swallow around the lump in your throat. You try to push back against his cock but he’s too strong, hands planted everywhere to keep you in place. A tongue wraps around your nipple and gently sinks its sharp teeth into it. Your breathing shudders and you clench around his cock.

“But to ask to be a demon’s cock sleeve just because you can’t get any from other humans?” The hands tighten around your flesh and abruptly pull you into him. His cock sheaths into your pussy in one swift thrust. You nearly see stars. He’s thick and big, and you feel so full, feel him in your goddamn throat. The pace he sets is frantic, brutal. Your thighs smack against his body with every harsh thrust and it’s so loud. Your cunt dribbles around his cock, hands fisted in your sheets, trying to find some leverage. Your cheek drags against the coarse duvet cover with every thrust.

Something prods against your clit with every snap of his hips, something long and warm. You struggle to rest your weight on one shoulder and reach down with your free hand. A hand smacks against yours harshly just when your fingertips graze the tip of another cock. You gasp against the bed, fingers tingling with pain and it earns another smack against your ass. “I want to cum, too,” he says. “You’re so fucking selfish, y’know? A selfish loser. How bad did you strike out with humans, huh? Ever say anything smart with that mouth of yours?”

The drag of his cocks are too much. You swear you feel every goddamn ridge against your walls, every vein catching against your clit as he thrusts. His pace keeps steady, slowly guiding you towards your orgasm, the coil in your stomach tightening.

You come with a gasp, breath shuddering. He doesn’t stop, just thrusting back in every time your cunt constricts around him. The hands — the hands are back — one is running its clawed fingers through your hair, others are positioned everywhere on your body, razors-sharp teeth grazing your skin. Tongues, wet and hot and soft press against you, lick the sheen of sweat from your skin. Your body sags, muscles sore suddenly. You try to swat at the demon with your foot.

He laughs, loud and scratchy, like a chorus of people. A hand connects with your abused cheek again and he drives forward, presses the weight of his body against yours. “I said I want to cum, too.” You can feel the hands against your body grin. “You can take it.”

The demon dives into your pussy with newfound vigor, clawed hands gripping your hips. Your thighs are wet, slapping against his body. The sound is so incredibly lewd to your ears and your face burns. Tears slip from your eyes, dot onto the duvet cover. A hand rests on your asscheek, hot tongue soothing the stinging pain from his slap.

It’s too much, too soon for your abused cunt. Your thighs shake and a sob crawls up your throat at the pace he sets, the way he drives his fat cock into your pussy, sloppy and fast, only chasing his own high. The bed creaks under his thrusts. Warm hands on your ass pull your cheeks apart. Something hot and wet traces around your hole in a lazy circle, then prods at it.

“W-wait,” you gasp.

The demon shushes you and a hand clamps over your mouth. A tongue presses past the seam of your lips just as the other one slides through the ring of muscles with ease. He ruts against your body, pulling you along with his motions. It’s too much. He’s growing erratic, his jerking and cock plunging in and out of your cunt with sloppy pace, burying himself into you to the hilt with every thrusts. He’s so incredibly deep and you feel the budding pull of your orgasm approaching again. His hot breath hits your heated skin, hands grabbing and groping but the mouths and tongues slack. The tongue in your ass grows. Your thighs strain and your cunt aches to accommodate his size and he’s so big, filling you to the brim, stretching—

Wait—

You clench around his cock and his tongue with a wail, a choked gasp as you come, stars in your vision. Your cunt pulses, pushes him out and pulls him back in as he thrusts into your warmth with an almost erratic pace.

He hisses something under his breath and buries himself into you to the hilt. His hips jerk as he spills into your cunt, flooding you. Teeth sink into your skin. The cock dragging against your clit does too, cum splattering against your torso, staining your bedsheets.

Your ears are ringing. Your thighs shake and your arms tingle from the forced position. It’s hard to think over the cotton in your head. Faintly, you register your chest heaving, trying to take in air. You need to pause. You need to recalibrate. Sleep.

The demon adjusts himself — fuck you nearly forgot about him, still buried in you — and slowly pulls out. His cum dribbles from your pussy and you almost want him to slide back in, all to beat this sudden feeling of loneliness. Fuck, he was right, you really are a pathetic loser.

You collapse onto your side, pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around them, press your misty eyes against your kneecaps. The taste of tears is bitter in the back of your throat.

A clawed finger prods at your thigh.

“What?” you mutter against your skin.

“So,” he says and he’s grinning, you know he is, “you have three wishes left.”

You raise your head to look at the demon perched on the edge of your bed, grinning mouths peppered around his body. He’s larger, wider. His horns are more filled out, arms thick, muscles bulging as he crosses them over his chest.

“What?” you croak out.

“See? I’m much nicer than a genie. I’ll throw in a freebie and not twist your words into horrifying wishes.”

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[davinawritings]

Monster lover that gets personally offended when they ask you to sit on their face and you hover.

When you say you just don’t want to crush them, it just makes it worse.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN CRUSH ME? YOU THINK I AM FRAGILE AND WEAK?!?!”

After using their strong arms to pull you down onto their face they make you gush on their tongue. They then spend the next few hours showing you just how strong they are by holding you in their arms and bouncing you up and down on their cock, manhandling you into any position they want, and making you take everything they give you.

By the end you are exhausted and on the brink of passing out and they are still muttering under their breath about a human insinuating that they are weak.

🖤❤️💕💕❤️🖤

[ozzgin]

I just watched The First Omen at the cinema and you may go ahead and cuff me for blasphemy, but…

Devil x Reader

You have been chosen by the Cult as the one to carry their ungodly plan after many failed attempts. This time it was a success, yet not for the reasons they might expect. The Devil has his eyes on you.

Content: female reader, mentions of pregnancy, religious themes, blasphemy, violence, horror, a non-consent scene!, based on The First Omen (2024); image from the promotional poster

Why you, of all people? You're not particularly devoted to religion, nor do you stand out in terms of virtuousness. Or lack of, for that matter. Alas, their reasons remain unknown.

What's certain is that you woke up one day and found yourself strapped to a foreign bed, staring into a ceiling you didn't recognize. You weren't alone. Around your helpless form stood men and women, dressed in black and wearing a solemn smile. Your forehead received a gentle, encouraging stroke from the hand of the priest. The scent of chrism invaded your nostrils.

You begged them to release you. The older man spoke softly in your ear. "You are serving a greater purpose. It is all in the name of God." God? Purpose? You rolled your eyes back and gazed upon the large painting hanging behind you. Virgin Mary and her blissful smile and stretched out hands felt like a mockery.

The holy image vanished as a black cloth was nonchalantly draped over your face. You felt the rope tighten around your neck and begun gasping for the scarce air barely making it through the thick canvas. A crescendo of muffled chants, and the room went abruptly quiet. Had everyone left?

Then you heard it. That profane growl, causing the entirety of your body to shiver in repugnance and terror. You trashed, and pulled, and screamed, to no avail. A clawed hand rested on your bare stomach, then a second one traced the rest of your body. You laid limp, vision blurred as the room swayed in tandem with the sacrilegious act.

You'd been defiled by a Beast. The next time you opened your eyes, you were back in your bed. Your hopes of it being a mere nightmare were shattered the moment you lifted your gown and noticed the deep scratches, the monstrous prints left on your skin, and the hollow sensation in the pit of your stomach. Your body had been tampered with, and something was growing out of your misfortune. A vile blight, throbbing with life within the comfort of your flesh.

You spent the months haunted by voices and visions. The grotesque, horned Creature would frequently reappear in your mind, exhausting all other thoughts. Such a heavy, imposing presence. It wouldn't let you forget, not even for a second: you belonged to Him, and He would soon return to retrieve you. The mother of His child, the object of His adoration. Was such a thing even conceivable?

You prayed to be left alone, yet the Cult naturally longed for its promised gift, bound to come back eventually. And so, once more, you were facing the people who caused your despair. "We've come for the child", the priest explained, glancing at your obvious, bulging belly. The clawed hand framing it was still a fresh wound that never healed, almost as an ominous warning: this body was owned by a jealous God.

Your trembling hands revealed a pocketknife. This time, you were prepared. The group took a moment to observe your daring gesture, then proceeded to approach you with calculated steps, with newfound resolve. Would you be able to keep them away? Their intentions were clear: you were in possession of the Antichrist, and they needed to secure this immense power.

The ground shook, and everyone froze. You glanced at the altar painting, the same one that witnessed your corruption. Virgin Mary remained with an unfaltering smile. From behind the ornate frame, large, horrid hands creeped out. A travesty of everything Holy. The priest gasped and quickly threw his hands in prayer. This was not part of the plan. This was not meant to happen.

"Pater noster, qui es in caelis-" he began, but his voice was cut short. His face turned pale, and he clutched his chest with a terrible grimace. The nun next to him let out a scream before she was pushed away by an invisible force. Her body hit the wall with a loud, wet sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing. You stared at the massacre unfolding before you, devoid of any fear. Somehow, in the depths of your soul, you knew you'd be safe.

An enormous shadow emerged from behind the painting, twisting, bending, stalking towards you. Your nose scrunched at the stench of blood. You were the last one standing among corpses. To your surprise, you exhaled deeply, shoulders drooping in comfort. A silent voice murmured in your ear, telling you not to fear. That Father was finally home for you.

Foolish, ridiculous humans. He'd been willing to entertain their petty plans of grandeur, until he met you: your tender, frail body, your innocent soul. How exalting it was to have his way with you. You were meant to be the one. To carry His offspring into the damned world. But not for some trifling reason of a Cult desperate to crawl their way back into control. Their greatest mistake - which led to their demise - was to assume the Devil himself can be controlled, ordered around. He has allowed you the greatest honor of joining him, out of your free will, to sow the seeds of chaos as his beloved mortal.

Thus, he couldn't have possibly allowed anyone to interfere. What you saw that day, in that old, musty underground cavern, was an omen: a bloodbath awaits the one who dares to approach his human.

You look up into the demonic orbs: trenches of madness, obsession, vulgarity, burning holes into you, slurping your very existence with hunger and lust. You are his.

[monstersholygrail]

When Demon Priest finally has you in his arms and under his body, he makes sure you’re filled at the least six days out of the week. He may grant you a day of rest but it’s not that likely.

Demon Priest grips at your hips, lifting them up higher and spreading your legs wider, throwing his full force into every brutal thrust so that his tip kisses your cervix every time.

His chest is fused to your back, body curled around yours in worship. He groans in tune with the snap of his hips, the pure paradise that is being inside your perfect pussy has him feeling as though he’s finally reached heaven once more.

He never wants to leave again. His pace quickens, fucking up into you like a madman. Only managing to pull out half-way before he gives into temptation and slams himself back inside of you to the hilt.

“The world was filled in six days, and so shall my world. Every day I’ll fill you, my precious gift, till you’re dripping in my sacred cum and full of my seed. You want that, dove?” Demon Priest babbles mindlessly, his length a blur as it plunged into your warm gummy walls.

“Y-yes. I want you to— hah— fill me. Fill me ngh all the way up with your c-cum till my body can’t hold anymore. P-pleeeease!”

Demon Priest growls as the thought of being full of his cum sends you straight over the edge, coming hard on his cock and going boneless with pleasure. He holds onto you tighter, fucking you through your orgasm and straight into your next.

Unwilling to stop until a puddle of your combined release pools beneath you.