#devilman crybaby smut

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, rough sex, marking, biting, scratching, Akira is hypnotized by the horny, dub con for like a second, shower sex, all characters featured are aged 18+

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𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯𝘀 ∣ prompt # seventeen // seeing all of the marks he left on you and getting turned on all over again

you hadn’t seen him come in, the steam clouding your vision and the surrounding shower. stupified; in a post-orgasm daze— his eyes blackened with lust and his fully satiated cock leaking what was left of his explosive release as it bats against his thigh when he stumbles. you hadn’t even heard the bathroom door close behind him, or the faint clock of the lock sliding into the place. the water was too loud as it pounded against your sore body. you feel like you’ve been hit with a ton of bricks after just one romp with Akira, your otherwise flawless complexion littered with bruising in the shapes of his massive hands, deep, swollen bite marks anywhere he could bite and suck when he threw you into another position. and, not to mention, the way your insides felt jumbled— your core swollen from the force at which his balls spanked your cunt when he hit it from the back like a man possessed.

he wasn’t the dork he used to be.

“Christ…” you hiss out, incredulous at the way your pussy still clenched just thinking about how he’d hollowed you out. you reach down with one hand and rub your beaten cunt, but your fingers lightly teased the throbbing button that was screaming— remembering how his arm hooked around your belly, reaching around to pinch and scrub at your sensitive clit to make you cum harder when you were milking him. you yip softly at your own ministrations, rubbing your thighs together. what were you thinking? after the fucking you’d just had, there was no way you could even play with yourself without crumbling into a trembling, wet heap on the shower floor.

it was when you pulled your fingers free from yourself, and instead tilted your head back to wet your hair under the running water that you took notice of his presence. a looming, dark shadow against the shower curtain. broad shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. you sigh, softly and obliviously, “Almost done, promise.” you call out, before allowing a small smile to etch your lips upwards. “You did a number on my back—!” the curtain is ripped back, exposing you to a very zombified Akira. the gasp you let out, along with the way you instinctively tuck your knees in and turn your back towards him, covering your breasts with both palms from the start he gave you, were involuntary. “Hey!” you cry out, glaring at him from over your shoulder, but it was only when you got a good look at him that you felt a pang of concern. “… You okay?” he certainly didn’t look it.

black eyes transfixed on your back, they drink in the bruised visage. not an inch left unclaimed by his fingernails dragging scarring lines down your spine— or the darkening imprints of his fingers on the flare of your hips and the globes of your ass from how hard he’d gripped and spanked when you rode him. his cock twitches slightly, the head rubbing against his right thigh when he remembered how your voice pitched when he’d slap your ass.

as his obsidian gaze ran along your shoulders, his mouth began to water, couplet parting to form the shape it took when he made those lovebites across the blades. he remembered each one so vividly that he could still taste the saline on your skin between his teeth and upon his drooling tongue. he’d had your head pushed into the pillow with both of his strong hands, biting at your flesh— starving for it. and you would only get tighter the harder he bit, until he nearly drew blood to the surface. though he was smothering your face, your whines and squeals had made his head spin when he had you pinned like that.

“More…” he mutters, in a trance. his eyes are firmly fixed, his cock twitching and throbbing to life again. drool dribbled out in diamonds on either side of his lips, coating his chin, and he appeared more animal than man as he stares you down.

your eyes flicker downwards, attention drawn by the movement, and you find his thick cock standing at attention once again. the bold head swollen, still leaking beads of cum from your previous encounter, and your stomach flipped at the thought of him wanting more. “Akira…” your mouth is dry, but you feign half a laugh as you take a step back from him. “You nearly broke my ass in half the first time, I need to recover first—“

“More!” Akira snarls, reaching for you again. he’s in the shower with you in a millisecond, pressing your front flush against the wet, tile wall as he leans in close to your ear with a husky growl. “I need to cover you in more marks… I need to hear you whimper for me again. Need… to hear you scream… again…” as he speaks, he uses one large foot to kick your own far apart, keeping one hand pressed to the side of your face, his first and middle finger dipping into your open mouth and anchoring against your cheek to hold you in place, whilst the other grabs his solid cock and pushes it back inside you with a huff of approval the second you clench it, drawing him in. your eyelids flutter. your insides churn when you’re filled to his hilt again. Akira wastes no time in setting a brutal pace, leaving you yipping and gurgling on his fingers and the hot water that dribbles from the wall and the top of your head and into your open mouth. “Fuck, yeah. Louder, more!” he demands before his teeth sink into your skin, overlapping a bite that was already aching.

“Shhh—- Shit!!” you cry out, attempting to grasp something on the wall, but after your hands slip right off for the third time, you give in and reach up to grab two handfuls of his hair, biting down hard on his fingers. “Don’t stop!!” you find yourself screaming yet again, though you knew his insatiable hunger to fuck you would ruin you.

[sl33paholics]

Passion's Palette

Akira Fudo x succubus!black!F!reader

Warning(s): smut, smut, smut, idk what else to add here, monster fucking, nipple play, bros about to explode

"Shitttt mannn...!!!"

You let out a slurty giggle as you watched your boyfriend dig his large nails into your hips, having you slide down his thighs as you released some weight from his pelvis by leaning back and supporting yourself on his thighs as well, you felt the muscles under his skin twitch in response to your movement.

Feeling the guy aggressively buck his hips up, drilling your soaked pussy open with his hard cock made you even more wetter than before, making the hot sticky sensation feel even better. Akira's sloppy and erratic movements made his cock spring out of your tight hole like it was on its own accord, now twitching between your ass cheeks. You had to bite your lip to hold back another round of giggles that threatened to escape from your mouth as Akira was salivating pretty hard.

Akira wasn't here. Well, he was, but he wasn't here mentally. Too pussy drunk and consumed by lust to give you any sort of thought or attention whatsoever. As if you used your poeers to finally give you some dick, which, of course you did. Akira's mind was focused solely on fucking you senseless for hours without stopping, which meant that his dick was fully engorged, making him push it back inside of your hot pussy while you rode him. It was pretty fucking hot, you couldn't lie.

You fluttered your (e/c) eyes shut at his movements and moaned as he pressed his thumb down harder on your swollen clit, the friction between your two bodies burning hotter than anything else could, you felt so damn good and you wanted nothing more then to cum just from the way he was fucking you.

"Come....ngh...here..." Your boyfriend slurred, you leaned in feeling your chests touch each other your lips touched his, kissing you roughly. You felt him lick at your tongue while sucking on yours, you moaned again when he sucked at your top lip, Akira moved the tip of his tongue out to taste you as your mouth separated from one another. "Ssshhh...so good," He whispered against your lips. "So fuckin good..!" You mumbled, your voice thick with lust. Akira's lips trailed kisses down your neck, leaving wet red love bites in their wake and leaving you breathless.

You continued to ride him like crazy , moaning and letting out whimpers of pleasure and excitement. You heard his groan of approval mixed with your own muffled gasps. The sound only spurred you on more. You grinded your pelvis against him in a steady rhythm, getting yourself closer to release. The feeling of his hands on your lower thighs, digging his fingers into you slowly, caused you to squirm, your hips jerking to get more friction. It was going to happen soon. You were already close to the edge, and you could feel it in the air.

"You ready for this big ass nut?" Akira asked huskily. You heard his tone of voice turn cocky almost immediately, your eyes shot open, looking at him with a heated gaze. You nodded vigorously. "Fuck yeah I am! Make me cum...!!" You screamed, Akira's face broke out into a wide grin and he gave your hips one last thrust.

Akira woke up in cold sweat. He breathed heavily through his mouth, his heart pounding wildly against his rib cage. He ran his hand through his hair, staring down at his naked form. His sheets were drenched in sweat, and a sticky substance fell onto his hand. Looking up, he was in disbelief. Akira painted his ceiling.

It didn't help that he heard the door knob rattle, and he froze, with you walking in the room. "Oh, you're awake now." You said, seeing your boyfriend sitting in bed with a flushed face, sweat dripping around his body, his tanned skin glistening under the bright morning light coming from your window. A confused look plastered your face before looking up and seeing the huge mess. "What the FUCK is that?!" You screeched.

Akira blinked. He honestly didn't know what to say. "Uh..uh..I..." He stammered.

You began going on and on and on, Akira couldn't be bothered to listen to your rants about what he just did to his ceiling. He plopped his head back on the pillow, letting out a huge sigh. "God damnit..." He was so fucked.

[milky-fixx]

festivities

devilman crybaby | akira fudo x reader 

summary: never trust a devilman during the holidays.

word count: 1.8k

tw/cw: 18+ only, akira is aged up to 21+, mentions of weight gain, phone sex (kind of??), unintentional voyeurism, miki is on the phone talking to you while y’all fuck, so many innuendos, akira is relentlessly horny and a simp

--author’s note: lmao i wrote this last year for christmas and never published it. here u go

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“I have an idea,” Akira starts. 

You spare him an over the-shoulder-glance. You’re bent over the bathroom sink, applying mascara, when he makes his presence known. Sauntering over to you, he cages you to the counter, his hips pressing against your back, his handd curling around your waist. “Fuck the party--let’s celebrate here instead.”

You send Akira an admonishing look in the mirror, and he meets your gaze with a cocky brow. “Seriously? You’re the one who said we’d go. Not to mention we haven’t seen the Makimuras in forever. It’d be rude if you didn’t show up.”

“You can hardly blame me,” he mutters. “What kind of number is this?” His fingers graze your thigh, where your the slip of your dress ends. Truly, it’s hardly enough fabric to be called a proper outfit. Miki was the one who suggested the two of you dress up, and even offered to buy the matching dresses. But you had to do a triple take once the package arrived.

Maybe it’s the extra pounds you packed on during the holidays, or Miki underestimating your measurements. Whatever it is, you’re certain the dress isn’t supposed to look this revealing on you. It hides nothing from the imagination, the red velvet fabric displaying your assets in such a way that you’re a certain you’d make their Christmas party a massive scandal just for showing up in it. You were planning on wearing tights beneath it, and perhaps a cardigan in an attempt to pretend you were somewhat modest in front of your soon-to-be in-laws.

“It’s… an outfit. Is it too much, you think?” you say distractedly, looking for your eyeliner.

Akira’s ever-wandering hand is not distracted, dipping beneath your dress between your thighs, and you hear him let out a low curse once he feels the thin strap of fabric you decided to wear underneath. You half-heartedly shoo his hand away, mumbling a not now, Akira.

In the mirror, you see him pout.

“I think it’s fine. But instead of us going... How about I be your Grinch and steal away Christmas instead?”

You snort, turning around to give him a wry look.

“You can hardly steal something I’m willing to give to you,” you tease.

His gaze darkens. He bites down on his lip, and you have to resist the urge to laugh. Akira is always so easy to rile up, to excite. 

“What else would you be willing to give to me? Right now?” he asks. His hips grind into yours, and you jolt at the feeling of his burgeoning excitement.

You raise a brow. “Are you planning on letting me finish getting ready at least?” 

His mouth crashing onto yours is his answer. It’s a greedy kiss, the kind Akira excels at, the kind that demands every measure of your attention. You melt against him, your hands curling into the wild locks of his hair, dislodging the silly Santa hat you’d asked him to wear.

“All I want for Christmas is you,” he groans once he breaks the kiss, close enough that you can see very clearly the desire written plainly on his face. “On every damn surface of this place.”

“Akira--”

“Preferably naked but…” He bites down on his lip, grinning smugly. Trailing a glance over you. “Red suits you, too.”

In the next moment, Akira hoists you onto the bathroom counter, sending your makeup and various products scattering. You have a half a mind to complain, but then his lips are on yours again, and every thought flies out the window. You whimper into the kiss, and he growls.  

He departs from you suddenly, his gaze thick. “Tell me you want this,” he says hoarsely, swallowing rough. “If you don’t, we can still--the party--”

You wrap your legs around his back, drawing him closer. “Little too late for that, don’t you think,” you say breathlessly, feeling very much how much he wants to continue himself. He’s about to protest, when you place your finger on his lips. “If you make it quick, we can still make it on time.”

Akira raises a brow. “I will.” Akira’s hand undos his fly, dragging his already-hard cock from his pants. He angles your hips up, caging you into the space of your sink, his cock prodding your entrance, before he pauses. He reaches down, grabbing a bottle of lube from the cabinet, before drizzling a generous amount over his length before thinking better of it, and working some into you with his finger.

You bite your lip, tilting your head back. Dimly, you’re thankful that you’d restocked. While your makeout session left a damp spot between your thighs,  Akira is certainly not a modest size, and you appreciated any ease that taking him could come with. When he inserts a second finger, scissoring slightly, and you say in a rush, just put it in already, Fudo, he lets out a short laugh.

But just as the tip of his cock breeches your entrance, your phone rings. The both of you still.

Akira glances down. “It’s Miki.”

You share a mutual expression of muted horror.

“Are you going to,” he stutters out. “What if it’s about the--”

“I… I’m a bit preoccupied right now,” you squeak out.

Or truly, about to be occupied, you think. 

“Answer it.” Akira says finally, glancing back at the phone when it rings a second time. “It’s rude to leave your best friend in the dark.”

It takes you a few tries of fumbling with the phone, but you finally press answer.

“Hey, I hope it’s a good time to call!”

“N-Never better,” you say, attempting to keep your voice even, all too aware of the way Akira’s shoulders are shaking in his attempt to hold in his laughter. You smack his shoulder. 

“Sorry for being so last minute. I know I told you you didn’t need to bring anything to the party, but Taro kind of burnt the cake! Do you think you could pick up dessert on the way here?”

“Yeah, no problem—f-fuck!” You yelp, the breath rushing out of you in a rush once Akira surges forward, sheathing himself inside you fully. He snickers, and you bite down on your lip to prevent any other sounds out of you at being filled with his hard, thick, throbbing length.

“Are you okay?” Miki asks worriedly.

“Y-yeah it’s just...” You shoot him a glare, daring him to continue. You swallow hard, blurting out the first excuse you can think of. “I-I hurt my back yesterday.  I bent it weird.”

While that actually has happened before, you fail to mention that it occurred  because Akira got a little too eager with positioning you. To this day, your coffee table is still wobbly. 

“Oh no! I hope it’s not too bad.”

“Y-Yeah, it’s just--ah!--kind of sore, still. I’ve tried heat, b-but--mm--no dice.”

He’s trying to kill you, you swear. Akira’s gaze is trained intently on your reactions. His cock ruts against you, sliding out of you with a pop before he eases his way in. It’s already a struggle not to whine at the feel of how he stretches you to your absolute limit. You hope to god that Miki can’t hear the slight squelch of his cock entering you, aided by his lube and your slick. 

“Be sure to try ice, too! Sometimes a combination of both helps. But huh… If your back is that bad, maybe you shouldn’t come?

“N-no that’s not what I meant—”

“It’s okay! To be honest, today isn’t the best day for the party anyways. Mom and Dad are stressing over a huge catering order that was just placed! Maybe sometime closer to Christmas would work better.”

“Yeah,” Akira interrupts. “I think that might work better for us, too.”

“Akira! I didn’t know you were there. You better take good care of them and their back.”

Akira’s eyes lock onto yours. He drags his cock out of you fully, and you have to bite back a moan. “I am. You know how (Y/N) is, Miki—they never know when to stop. I keep telling them they need rest—“ He slams back into you, and you inhale sharply. “And relaxation—“ he says, grinding his hips against yours. At this point your legs are shaking.  “But...” he chuckles, the sound masking his breathlessness. Even he pauses to catch his breath a few beats too long. 

“You know how stubborn they are. It’s like I have to pound it into them.” He grins wickedly at you. You smack his chest, your other hand clasped over your mouth, desperate not to make any noise that would arouse Miki’s suspicion. 

“Well I’m glad they have you there, Akira. And (Y/N) please don’t feel bad! We can have a mini get-together another day,” she says, completely unaware of your predicament. 

“S-Sounds good,” is all you can say, because Akira’s started doing a rocking motion with his hips and it’s taking all you can not to cry out. Even he seems to be struggling to muffle his voice, a few grunts slipping out of him. You hope to god your phone’s mic isn’t picking up on the smack of his balls against your ass, which are growing louder and louder. 

When the call ends, Akira places your phone to the side, before lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. You yelp, but he leans forward, nearly bending you in half to pound into you. You grip the countertop, moaning shamelessly as Akira curses.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—do you think she noticed?” He grits out.

“Oh g-god, please don’t ask that right now.”

“Ha,” Akira laughs. His fingers slip between your bodies, rubbing your clit furiously. You mewl out his name, trembling around him, and he pinches your nub. You jolt, your head falling back. Akira grunts, his head lowering to grunt into your neck, “Fuck, why are you so tight?”

His hand comes up to squeeze your breast, his hips near brutal in the way they smacking against yours. “I-I’m close,” he finally grunts out, “Where do you want it?”

“N-Not inside, please... the last thing I need is your cum dripping out of me after I’ve gotten ready.” You shiver at the thought. Whether it’s due to his Devilman physiology or not, Akira always cums a ridiculous amount. You’ll find remnants of it inside you hours after your last session. 

It takes one more thrust before he pulls out of you, groaning out your name as he cums all over your dress, white streaks generously painting the velvet fabric. Then Akira’s slumping forward, catching himself from falling atop you. He’s panting heavily, his cheeks flushed. 

“I... wow, you really went for it, huh,” you say breathlessly, glancing down at the mess he’s made of you. Akira chuckles, swiping a finger through one of the streaks of his spend, spreading it around. 

“I don’t think we’re done yet. You could use more of that falling snow look,” he says, gesturing towards your ruined outfit. 

By the end of it, Santa’s Sexy Helper is looking more like they made the naughty list.

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, noncon, gun kink ( gun fucking ), depictions of car wrecks / injuries, mild humiliation / degradation, use of the word rape, what a strange encounter lol. all characters featured are aged 18+

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𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act five [ object stimulation ]

your heart was pounding hard against your ribs. right foot pressing down on the pedal. the engine revs louder, practically roaring in your ears, and the photo-white sports car tore down the dark asphalt. the road was slick, and the windshield wipers worked furiously to clear your few of the rain that seemed to pour endlessly from a hole ripped in the night sky.

this wouldn’t have been your first pick for a low profile— a foreign car that most people could only dream of being able to afford, but it was the only one that was unlocked. the only car with the keys in the visor, that fell quite literally into your lap when you flipped it down. but, you still needed to disappear, and the owner had most definitely reported it stolen already, so you avoided main highways. you kept the headlights off, and sped through the darkness on the least traveled backroad that you could find that would wind its way, lacking streetlights and attention, towards the airport. you knew very well that you’d have to abandon the car about six kilometers from there, and hoof it the rest of the way, but you still had a ways to go. twenty kilometers, maybe.

your mind had been so scrabbled with thoughts of escaping, starting a new life, and putting this one behind you that you hadn’t even turned on the radio. perhaps you should; it probably would’ve eased the stiff tension, but you’re grateful you hadn’t. that way, you were able to hear a low growling. one that was approaching from the rear, gradually growing louder. your eyes flit from the hardly visible road to the rear view, stomach twisting into knots as you saw twin lights behind you. still a ways back, but it seemed as if they’d appeared out of thin air.

sucking your lower lip into your mouth, your brows knit together and you press harder on the gas. RPMs slightly bumping up, the roar of your own engine exploded through the night air and you could see the headlights behind you dimming. you felt a wave of relief wash over you— but such a thing was short lived.

because the vehicle tailing you also snarled and sped up. the headlights grew brighter and brighter the closer it got, as if being reeled closer and closer to your bumper, and you felt your stomach flip over when the headlights flickered brightly, twice.

this was a chase.

the cops!

“Shit, shit, shit!” you hissed to yourself, pressing your foot down further. you could feel the floorboard on the other side. even as you gripped the steering wheel tightly, you could feel the wobble. with the roads so slippery, and the winds from the storm so fierce, Mother Nature threatened you with a crash. you’d never driven a car that would go this fast, either, so experience was not on your side.

still, you were determined to get away, and there’s no way in hell that a squad car could keep up with this speed… was there?

your heart sank to your stomach as your pursuer stays right on your bumper, headlights nearly kissing it, with ease. how was this possible?! with your anxiety turned up to one hundred, and no more pedal to stomp on with it pressed all the way to the floor, you stared back at the pitch blackness before you, trying to keep the car between the ditches at the very least as the wipers pushed a waterfall of diamonds that obstructed your view around the glass. the car moaned and swerved, and your fingers clamped harder around the wheel to attempt to keep her steady, but nothing could compare you for what came next.

speeding by the yellow sign so quickly that you almost didn’t see the hairpin curve warning until the silver guardrails sparkled from the blinding rays in your mirrors. no, no, no! you wanted to scream it out, but you hadn’t the time to form the words before fires were squealing, the unfamiliar car protesting with a stubborn swerve. you took a stupid chance and looked into the rear view once more, in hopes that the hunter on your ass wasn’t able to maneuver. only to find that, instead, the driver had sped into the middle, straddling the divider, with their headlights parallel to your back tires. it took you a moment to realize what the car intended by getting in this position, but by the time you had, you had no time to brace for the impact.

CRUNCH!

in the blink of an eye, you were spinning. your hands slipped from the steering wheel and instead attempted to shield your face. the speed at which the smallest bump sent you spiraling was sickening. your stomach leapt up to the base of your throat. after what seemed like an eternity twirling, the car collided into the silver barrier. the impact slammed your head into the window beside you, you felt it fracture from the force against your temple, and the sudden pain causes a blackout. your vision went dark, and rubies dribbled from the wound by your hairline.

sizzling.

no, hissing. you force your lids to give way, though they feel as if they each weigh a ton. clouds of thick, gray smoke bellows out from beneath a crumpled white hood, marred by thick, black skids. your eyelids droop, and you slump against the window. it wasn’t shattered, but breaks spiderwebbed out from the point of impact where you lay. your breath, albeit labored, is the faintest sound you hear. a car door catches your attention. one that slams. and then slow, steady footsteps. boot soles crunching over broken glass. getting closer. everything within you is screaming to move. to fling the door open and throw yourself out onto the asphalt. to run. crawl if you have to. but you’re too disoriented. nauseous from the spinning. dizzy from hitting your head. you can’t muster enough control over your own body to move it.

and you don’t have to.

the latch on the door clicks, and suddenly, you’re poured from the driver’s seat out of the car. your seatbelt must’ve snapped— or, perhaps, you’d never buckled it when you got in. you couldn’t remember right now. your head swam, and your writhed on the ground, flipping over on to your back. rain splatters cold on your face, and drenches your clothes, sticking your top to your curves, running down your bare legs as you try to pull them up into a bend. “Ggg…gh…” it’s nowhere near a coherent word, but a gurgle as your eyelids flutter. raindrops blurred your vision whenever you attempted to open them completely, but you could see a smear of white looming over you— just the right size to be a person. but not one wearing any sort of uniform. on the contrary, he must’ve been wearing a trench coat. white, because the rain had begun to sink through it, as well. giving it a translucent appearance around his shoulders and biceps. “Ah— are you a cop…?” it was the only thing you could ask, perplexed by his appearance. golden hair, piercing blue eyes, and his lips were in a thin line, unbothered and distant.

“No.” the answer is so abrupt that it catches you off guard, even in your dazed state, and you peer up at him, perplexed, as he slides a slender hand into his coat, fishing around for something.

“Then, why did you—“ your breath catches in your throat when a sleek, black barrel is staring back at you, inches from your face, water careening off it. “Sh— shit…!” you’d never expected a gun, and most certainly not a machine gun. how the hell did he get his hands on one of those?! “Don’t!” your hands fall back against the cold concrete in complete surrender, your body as flush to the ground as you can make it, your hazy gaze trained fully on the gun that hovers just in front of your lips. if you were to try and sit up, you would kiss it, so you stayed still, except for the involuntary tremble that washed over your cold, dripping body.

“You’re a pathetic, quivering excuse for a car thief,” he replies, pushing the barrel close enough to graze across your lips. you whimper and turn your head, closing your eyes tightly, expecting any moment for a bullet to come blazing out from the gun’s depths and tear a hole through your skull. he must be the owner of the car, you deduct, even in your fear-crazed mind. “Aren’t you sorry?” he taunts, the barrel tracing the line of your jaw. “Look at what you did to my car.”

the rain is pounding down on your face so hard that his soft, almost monotone voice is all but inaudible. you squint against the dribbling into your eyes blurring your vision, staring at the crumpled up soda can that was once a dazzling sports car. oh, shit. your stomach churns, your legs shaking as you push your feet on the asphalt. your flip flops slide against your soles, the throng threatening to slip as you try to squirm out from underneath the gun. “Yes!” you chime with a broken mewl, nodding vigorously. “Y—yes, I’m so… so, so sorry! Please, please, I’ll pay for the damages—“

he laughs out loud. throwing a soaking, blond mop back and bellowing out to the crying clouds. “You will, will you?! With what cash??” he was still chuckling when his sapphire gaze falls back upon you, wild and sparkling even in the dark of night. it nearly ceases your heart in your chest at just how… wicked he looked. taking a step closer, his boots crush small pebbles and shards of glass as they plant themselves on either side of your feet. the barrel lingers on your face for only a moment longer before it descends, dragging along the neckline of your dress, tugging it down to expose one of your breasts. his eyes follow the gun’s lead, drinking in the sight of your mound glistening with rain and a pert, stubborn bud. “Are you hiding hundreds of thousands under that dress of yours?” the barrel circles your nipple, causing your back to arch, and you chew on your lower lip, giving a sheepish shake of your head. “Then how will you pay me back?” he asks, his eyes drifting lower than your chest, and settling on the way the rain drenches the bunched up fabric of your skirt on your crotch, outlining your hips and your clenched thighs, creating a pleasant Y.

you weren’t stupid. you knew what he was implying, and you thought you knew what he wanted from you. hell, you would’ve given it to him, too, if that meant he wouldn’t kill you over this damn car. “I— I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want…” he hums, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he considers the offer. careening the barrel of the machine gun lower, it peeks underneath your skirt at the knee, and with a little push, he’s nudged your shuddering thighs apart and pushes the end against your panties— a flimsy resistance. you grunt at the discomfort ( and fear that the slickness of the metal might cause his finger to slip ), but stare up at him with a pleading, helpless gaze. “Do you know what I want from you, little mouse?”

you shook your head, trying to play coy and innocent, which elicits a scoff from the armed man.

“I want to hear you beg for your life.”

your heart drops into your stomach, “W—What?”

“You heard me,” he replies, as if it were the most normal request in the world. “Beg to live. If you sound pathetic enough, I might even grant your wish. After all, I have a soft spot for strays.”

“Please! I want to live,” you start, your heart thumping harder against your rib cage. you still couldn’t move from your back on the ground, and your head was spinning with all the possibilities of how this encounter could end. your voice broke as you pled for him to show you mercy. “Please, please don’t kill me, I will do whatever you want… !” in a deft motion, the barrel slips beneath your wet panties, and runs slow, taunting laps between your netherlips as you speak. you have to swallow the saliva pooling in the floor of your mouth. you wanted to be sick at this unfamiliar sensation of cold metal heating up as he coats it in your slick. “L—let me prove it, please. I will prove it to you. A—anything!!” his eyes flicker up to yours, and a dubious grin etches his lips upwards as he gives the gun a little push, and the barrel slips inside of you. your back arches off the ground, and you clench your teeth with a light hiss, knitting your brows together. “Nn…ghh?”

but he only seems more overjoyed with your discomfort, pumping the first, few inches of the barrel into you with slow, deep thrusts. “Take it,” he ushers, golden tendrils glowing like a dripping halo stuck to his forehead. “If you want to live, you’ll take it just like a cock.”

one of your hands presses against the asphalt, whilst the other starts to reach between your legs, stopping against your belly. you couldn’t pry it out of you without upsetting your assailant, so you clench your fist against the fabric of your skirt, feeling how heavily saturated with water it was. “Fff— fuck…” there was supposed to be a you after the expletive, but you couldn’t bring yourself to finish the insult. though you were scared of angering him, you were also trying to push past how unnatural the hard metal felt sliding in between your spasming, spongy walls, unyielding as it barreled into you at such a steady pace. he didn’t speed up or slow down, keeping the same rhythm, even as your arousal started to build ( much to your dismay ) and you began to squirm and rock into it. he seemed almost… robotic. as if he could fuck you with this gun all night.

“Your cunt’s getting slippery.” he notes, matter of factly. it made you cringe, the way he announced the state of you as simply as if a check engine sign had flashed up on his dashboard during a long drive, and he pushes into you with a little more force, sliding another inch inside in the process. the solid edge punches at a sensitive nerve bundle, and your breath catches in your throat, killing a helpless yowl. “You’re starting to like it. Sick. You must be completely deranged.” but he was grinning like the cheshire cat as he teased you, the strap that would’ve been hooked on his shoulder slapping against his waist as he drills the weapon into your tender sex. “What’s next? Do you want to cum with your pussy stretching around my gun?”

you want to say no. jesus, you want to scream it. however, the look on his face tells you all you need to know. he wants you to. maybe just for the sick thrill of it all, not even for his own gratification. so, begrudgingly, you nod, and he howls with laughter again, like a happy hyena. “Beg for it, then.”

your jaw works, your couplet almost unable to form the words. the fucking he was giving you was numbing your mind to a point, the repetitive, deep prodding of metal into your guts made them twist into knots. “P—please,” you hiss against clenched teeth, your eyes helpless and doelike. “Please can I cum on your…. On your gun?” as much as you didn’t want to, you humped into his movements, driving yourself closer to the edge as you rasp out the plea.

he doesn’t answer, not verbally, but the way he jams the weapon into you with more precision, aiming specifically for that spot that made your muscles clench, you know he’s telling you ‘go on. do it.’

and surprisingly, it doesn’t take long.

a couple of ragged breaths and whimpers later, and you were overcome by an orgasm that seemed more aggressive than any you’d had before. like it wasn’t the making of your own body, but this stranger had created it simply to torment you even more than violating you with a gun could. you trembled and groaned, rolled against the wet ground, smearing dirt and grime across your skin and your clothes before you came to.

meanwhile, he seemed overjoyed. with a pleased sigh, he withdraws the barrel from your sex, and waves it around, admiring the slick coating that makes it gleam. “Deranged and messy,” he murmurs, before aiming it at your face again, but this time, he drags the barrel that smells like your lust across your cheek, tilting your head up to stare at him from your helpless bed of concrete and broken glass. “You like to ruin my toys, don’t you, little mouse?” his voice is dangerously low, and he hisses with a devil’s edge. “Give it a kiss and say ‘thank you, Ryo, for making me a messy, little rapedoll.’”

your lips are moving before your brain catches up, planting a kiss against the barrel. you have to stop yourself from allowing your tongue to loll out and swipe a taste of your pussy from the metal. rain flooding your open mouth as you gurgle out, verbatim, “T—thank you, Ryo. For making me… a messy… little… rapedoll.”

“Mhm.” he hums, slipping the gun back under his drenched trench coat before taking a step back to admire his handiwork. “That snatch of yours will make whoever picks you up off the side of the road a happy man.” that was the last thing Ryo said to you, before he turned on his heels, his boots stomping back to his vehicle. you’d already closed your bleary eyes when he revs the engine. tires bark close enough to you for you to feel the heat and smell the burnt rubber before the vehicle speeds like a bullet into the dark, leaving you alone and broken, replaying what happened to you over and over.

[musicfueled]

Rules + intro! (Masterlist under the cut)

Hi, welcome to my page! I write mainly for Naruto Shippuden (current hyperfixation) but here's some things I also write for;

NO LIMITATIONS:

Genshin Impact, Devilman Crybaby, My Hero Academia, Death Note, Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt, Soul Eater

SFW ONLY WITH SOME CHARACTER EXCEPTIONS:

Five Nights at Freddy's, Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun, Hunter x Hunter

SFW ONLY:

Liar Liar, Cemetery Mary

THIN ICE/CHANCE OF BEING DENIED:

Hazbin Hotel, Danganronpa, Bungou Stray Dogs

I am 18, so although I write nsfw, please don't be weird in my dms if you're 19+ because I'm not comfortable with that. I have ADHD and suspected autism, as well as some anxiety disorders. I enjoy photography, psychology, and art. I also have a pet rabbit :D

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I will NOT write unsanitary kinks, pedophilia + large age gaps that are barely legal (ex. 18/19 year old with anyone over their 20s), incest, nsfw of adults that look like kids, DDLG/sexualized littlespace, or sexual abuse. I'm okay with toxic dynamics otherwise. Trauma kinks like CNC or consented somniphilia are fine, again if they are consensual.

Masterlist

Naruto Shippuden

Waking up with him (Shikamaru x reader NSFW)

He's the devil (Jiraiya x reader NSFW)

Rolly Polly (Shino x reader)

Mine <3 (Itachi x reader, in progress)

Genshin Impact

Alone with him (Scaramouche x reader NSFW, in progress)

[mortalslit]

Masterlist;

Video games: 🎬

Obey me!

Call Of Duty MW2

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

Twisted wonderland

What in Hell is Bad? (whb)

Love and Deepspace

Anime: 🎬

Jujutsu Kaisen

Hell's paradise

Devilman crybaby

Link Click

Manga: 🖇️

Bungo stray dogs

Midnight Clubbing sex

Sayonara red Beryl

Love hug therapy

Therapy game

Senpai, this can't be love

Agents of the four seasons

Age Matters

Wotakoi

The dangerous Convenience store

Midnight delivery sex

Love and let die

Series: 🖇️

Virgin Pool

Horny hours

Highest Bidder

Oblivious Waters

Filming anatomy

Carnal Pleasures

Sluts Of Sorrow

Poisoned by four

Hunting Winters

Husband's Without Hope

Other;

Slytherin boys

Banners; @mieczyslawn, @sharmanswife

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Poly!Akira/Ryo, Taking Turns With You

"Please can I have Akira and Ryo taking turns using a vibrator on their S/O to see how many orgasms they can squeeze out of them?"

Words: 1,227

Living with both of your boyfriends was absolutely wonderful. You were able to see them both often and spend time with them. They were both very protective of you and wouldn’t allow you to go anywhere without at least one of them accompanying you. They were both fairly loving and attentive to your needs.

Not to mention - the sex.

Akira was always the one to initiate sex. Always. He was the one who had the demonic urges and temptations. He would trace his fingers all over your body, with Ryo sitting right next to you both. This would lead into you riding him on the couch, all clothes stripped away from your bodies. Ryo would glance over from his laptop and occasionally reach a hand over to play with one of your nipples, or reaching lower to play with your clit while smirking at you wriggling and moaning.

This time was a bit different though.

Akira was out, and would be coming home shortly. You sat in a silence next to Ryo, resting your head on the back of the couch.

“Hey.” He said, as monotone as always.

“Yes, Ryo?” You responded, not moving your head from its comfortable position.

“I want to try something. Akira suggested it.” His hand went to his pocket, feeling something inside of it. “Strip everything off.” You raised an eyebrow at his sudden odd behavior, but did as he asked. You stripped away all of your layers and stood, waiting for him to direct you. “Lie down next to me.”

“Of course.” You went back to the couch and rested on your back, Ryo being near your feet. He stood up, pulling some balled up rope from his pocket. He began wrapping the rope around your legs, tying intricate knots and wrapping some around your waist as well.

“Hmm.” He gave it one last look before going to the side of the couch and reaching for something. He pulled a rabbit vibrator out of a box. It was pinkish in color. You realized it now. The way he had tied the rope around your legs gave him the ability to tie the vibrator to you. You wouldn’t be able to untie the rope to get it away.

He was going to torture you.

As he began tying it into the rope between your legs, you had to ask. “Akira suggested this?” It wouldn’t surprise you, really.

“He did.” He finished tying it, ready to push it inside of you. “He said it would be a nice sight to come home to. And he should be here soon. So we had better get started.” He positioned it at your hole. “I’m not going to tie your hands. I’m going to trust you. Don’t touch the rope, don’t touch the vibrator. Or I’ll have Akira make you completely immobile. Do you understand?” You were terrified, but extremely aroused. You nodded, shocked by this new attitude of Ryo’s. Slowly, he began shoving the vibrator inside of you, until you felt the small pieces pressing against your clit. Ryo smiled and held his hand up.

He had a remote control for it.

“Ryo..” You were full, and already needing a release. You saw the muscles in his arm move slightly, and felt the vibrations begin. He had it on the lowest setting, letting a humming sound out, stammering against your walls. You saw him grab his laptop and place it in his lap, acting as if you weren’t there. “Ryo, Ryo.. I need..”

“Hush. I’ll do as I please with you. Deal with it.” He began typing away with one hand, playing with the remote in his other just to kill you. You began gripping at the leather on the couch, thrusting your hips trying to get some sort of friction. You heard he front door open, and you knew it was Akira.

“Akira! Please!” You whined. He would give you release, surely. He was always fast paced and impatient. You saw him come around the corner of the hallway, drooling and eyes pure white.

“I could smell your arousal from miles away. I was hoping Ryo would do this to you.” He walked over to you and grinned at you. “You look so fucking delicious..” He looked over at Ryo and saw that he still had the remote. He snatched it out of his hand. Ryo didn’t even react.

“Give me that damn thing! I’ll show you the right way to torture her.” Suddenly, Akira turned the vibrator to the highest possible setting, making your whole body shiver and shake, making you clench your legs together and making them shake. You let out a half moan half scream. You were unable to speak, only loud moans escaped your lips.

“Akira, she would have a better orgasm if you’d build her up to it instead of being so impatient.” Ryo crossed his arms and watched you, an absolute mess of moaning and gripping and whining.

“No, it’s better if it’s hard and fast. That’s how she likes it. Isn’t that right, baby?” You were still unable to answer. You felt that familiar heat, that knot, building in your lower stomach. “See? So lost in pleasure she can’t even speak!” His drooling intensified as he watched you with an evil grin stuck on his face. He began rubbing the small of your back as you lifted it in the air. “God, you’re so perfect..”

“Do you want to bet on it, then?” Ryo asked Akira. Akira cocked his head. “We can both see who can make her cum more. And she can tell us who she likes to cum to more. Afterwards.” Akira nods.

“Whatever, but it’s going to be me. Baby likes me more, don’t you?”

Ryo leans over to you, like he always does, and began rubbing his hand over your inner thigh gently. Akira pulled you up just a bit by your back and took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked on it, biting down on it and letting his tongue flick it back and forth. You exploded, groaning as your body released the tension you’d held all that time. The heat spread over your entire body. You tried recovering, but the vibrator was still on you. Now overly sensitive, tears began falling from your eyes.

“Ryo.. Akira.. it’s too much!” They both smile while looking down at you, a pathetic horny mess. Ryo takes the remote back from Akira, turning it down to a speed he liked. Your breathing was heavy and ragged.

“Take a seat, Akira.” Ryo stated. “This will take some time. But she will feel even better than she did with you in the end.” Akira growled at him.

“Then I’ll just fuck her next! You definitely can’t compare to how I make her feel when I fuck her and fill her..” You heard Ryo say something in response, but couldn’t understand. You were still crying and shaking, lost in your own pleasure…

[shingekinohyrulewrites]

The Devil in the Woods

After moving to a cottage in the woods, you begin hearing legends about a creature lurking nearby.

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WARNINGS SMUT AHEAD 18+ ONLY PLEASE !!!

WARNINGS FOR :

Outdoor sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie, Mention of Breeding

Moving was never an easy process, but moving to the countryside was especially difficult.

You had spent the majority of your life in the city, being raised by your parents in a bustling city center and attending school at one of the various public schools there. As you got older, your social activities revolved around the goings-ons in your city. When you made the decision to forgo college and begin your own business, you moved into your own apartment not far from where you grew up. With how many people lived in the city, it was natural that you would remain to get your business started.

Three years passed, and your business was a success. You had a steady list of clientele who came to see you, coming to you with their worries and hoping you would be able to provide them with a solution. They developed trust in you, forming close relationships with you that kept them coming back. Their experience with you was passed on to their friends, who came to visit you. Satisfied, they spoke about you to their friends, which then led to more work coming your way. You thrived in how busy and booked you were, happy to make a living and make a difference in people’s lives.

However, your time in the city was beginning to tire you, and you craved something different. One of your clients had casually mentioned that their great-aunt was looking to sell her old cottage in the countryside an hour outside of the city. Your curiosity piqued, you arranged for a visit to go look at the property that weekend. The cottage was beautiful and well taken care of. You were immediately drawn to it, picturing how you would decorate it and how you would arrange one of the rooms to continue your business in.

That evening, you called your client’s great-aunt and made an offer on the home.

You finished out the rest of the month in the city, packing up your belongings and letting your clients know about the move. Many of them were distraught, begging you to stay while others promised to make the drive to still see you. On the last day of the month, you were surprised with a farewell party arranged by your close friends and family. You went to bed feeling bittersweet, excited to start a new chapter in your life but knowing you would be missing your old life.

However, the drive out to the countryside had you more excited. There were more trees than buildings, with the sky unobstructed by skyscrapers or smog. You rolled your windows down and breathed in the fresh air, noting that it was much quieter compared to the city. The hour drive was without traffic as well, another bonus. The driveway to your new home was lined with oak trees, their branches arching over and casting shade. Your heart leapt upon seeing your new home, pulling to a stop in front of the garage before stepping out.

It took a week to get fully moved in, including getting your business set up. The client who had connected you with her great-aunt had asked if her great-aunt could spread word about your business, and you already had half a dozen clients who were set to see you once you were settled in. You had converted the extra bedroom as your business room, and you were excited to start seeing people.

So, what kind of business were you running?

On your mother’s side, you came from a long lineage of witches. You had been aware of your sixth sense as a child, always able to sense the emotions of those around you and seeing spirits often. When you were five, you had told your parents about the young boy who kept you up at night with his crying. This caused your mother to sit you down, explaining your family’s history and witchy gifts. She had told you to keep it to yourself, as she was unsure how people would react to hearing you announce that you were a witch.

When you turned ten, your mother sat you down and told you about who you were to worship. The very first witch in your family could be traced to ancient times, and had been part of the cult of Hecate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft. She had been worshiped since before the pantheon of the Greek gods, and she was heavily respected.

“Now that you are older and understand, it is expected you will pray to Hecate and give her the respect she deserves,” your mother had informed you.

After your conversation, you began learning how to properly worship Hecate. You made your own shrine that consisted of objects such as a key, an image of her, and a vase of roses that you replaced often. You made offerings to her when you sought advice and on specific days that were important to her worship. As you got older, you began to hone your witchy skills and continued to worship Hecate, which you attributed to your strong magical abilities.

When you announced that you wanted to open a business where you served Hecate by helping others, your mother was delighted. She helped pay for your apartment and bought the supplies you needed. Most of your work consisted of performing rituals and casting spells for your clients. It was imperative that you listened to them speak about their problems, as you used your magic to sense their emotions and true feelings before deciding on what type of ritual or spell to cast. Your clients were all satisfied with their results, and you worked hard to make sure that your magic would improve their lives. Hecate would whisper ideas to you as you worked, and you always made sure to thank her by offering a sacrifice to your shrine.

One concern that your client’s great-aunt had was the . . . rumors of a supernatural being that lived in the woods behind your cottage. While you were aware of supernatural beings, you worked hard to keep yourself separated from them. Many of them were tricksters, often trying to deceive you in order to get something from you. A few of your clients had had encounters with these beings and had begged you for a protection spell against them. You had met a few vampires, succubi, and incubi in the city. They had sniffed the magic on you, wide grins on their faces as they teased you before you went on your way. When you had made the offer for the cottage to the great-aunt on the phone, she had warned you about the tales she had heard, which had ultimately led to her wanting to sell the place.

“While I respect what you do for work, I also know there are other beings out there I know better than to mess with. Whatever lives in the forest behind the cottage has always concerned me. I can sense the evil radiating from those trees.”

The day you moved in, you walked the property and cast a protection spell. Once you were done, you had stepped to the border where the forest began and stood there. You closed your eyes, sucking in a deep breath and feeling the energy around you. It didn’t take long before you felt a chill run down your spine, causing you to turn and hurry into your home.

The rest of the week was spent conducting research about the folklore of the area. You sat in your living room, curled up in an armchair in front of the fireplace. The heavy book on your lap had been checked out of the library five miles from your home. You poured over it, letting your finger trace the pages as you skimmed through each one. The final chapter was the one that had your heart stopping.

It has been rumored since the establishment of the town that a Devilman lurks in the woods. According to legend, the first mayor of the town had a son who was interested in the occult. It was whispered amongst the townsfolk that it was due to the son’s dabbling in black magic that his father had gotten the mayor position. The son had a close relationship with the son of the town doctor, who was described as a shy boy.

On the first Hallows Eve held in the town, the mayor’s son lured the doctor’s son into the woods, promising a surprise for him. However, he was sacrificed to the Devil to keep his father in power. It is said that the doctor’s boy, who had a pure heart, somehow survived. Enraged, the mayor’s son begged the Devil for a compromise. It was decided that the doctor’s son would take a piece of the Devil inside of him, thus converting him into a Devilman. He departed into the woods, where it is said he still lives today.

You frowned. This isn’t a legend, this is the truth. While you were happy to comply with your clients’ request, you toed the line at black magic. You knew it would simply come back to bite you in the ass, so you had to turn those requests away.

“What a foolish boy,” you spat as you shut the book shut.

Devilmen were a rare species, often coming from an extreme sacrifice or deal with the Devil. They often brought misfortune and ruin to those who came across them, as their actions were selfish and self-serving to them. Your mother had warned you about them, telling you to never bargain with one.

“Do not even speak to them,” she had hissed.

You swore to yourself that you wouldn’t even mention the Devilman or entertain conversations about him to your new clients. On the first day of opening your business, you were happy to throw yourself into a new routine and get to know the needs of the town. The first requests were the usual spells for good luck and protection from harm. A few of your city clients made the drive to see you, and you were happy to have the nostalgia of your previous life.

However, after about a month of moving to the countryside, your clients’ needs were . . . different. Every single one came in with the same nervous, shifty look, their bodies tense as they followed you into your work room. You could practically taste the hesitance in them as they fidgeted in their seats while you waited for them to speak.

“What ails you?”

A flush would crawl onto their face before they looked away.

“Um, forgive me for being . . . um, forward.”

You nodded, waiting for them to continue.

“Do you, um, make lust spells?”

“A lust spell?”

“Yeah, to make a man crazy about me.”

“But not love?” you frowned.

“No, I . . . just want the physical aspect.”

 You sighed, crossing your arms as you leaned back in your chair.

“I cannot guarantee that the man of your desires will acquiesce. What I can do is make you more desirable, more . . . attractive in every aspect of your life. However, a man’s preferences cannot be swayed.”

Each client’s face would fall.

“It is the same as love spells. I can cast a spell so love can bloom in your heart and reflect in others, but it is ultimately up to other individuals to accept that love.”

“Well, can you try anyway?”

Another sigh. You nodded, asking the client to describe the object of their desire. Maybe it was because the town was small, but their descriptions all sounded . . . the same. The man was described as tall, dark, and handsome.

“You jest.”

Your clients would shake their heads furiously.

“No! Seriously! That is the best way I can describe him to respect his privacy.”

“What about this man needs to be protected so fiercely?”

They would never respond, instead looking away in embarrassment. Sighing, you would stand, asking them to wait while you rummaged through your jars to find the appropriate ingredients. You mixed them into your cauldron, using your magic to sense their emotions but still feeling the hesitance radiating from them.

It took three clients before you let your tongue slip while making the lust spell.

“You are the third woman who has asked for this spell. This man has other lovers. Are you aware of that?”

“I do not care.”

You froze, slowly turning your head to stare at your client. She stared back at you with her attempt at a hardened expression.

“Then you are a fool.”

Each client accepted the spell, thanking you before dashing out the door. There was a voice whispering to you in the back of your head, some sort of warning that you couldn’t quite put into words. You were curious to see if they would return for another spell, and were eager to hear if the spell worked. Another part of you wondered if you could ask around about this mysterious man, but you didn’t want to anger any of his other potential lovers.

One thing that you were glad about living in the countryside is that you were able to grab fresh supplies from the fields and forests around you. When you lived in the city, you had to travel to different apothecaries or even order materials online, which you secretly despised. With how busy your business had been since moving, your supply was beginning to get low. You blocked off a day to gather supplies, making a checklist and grabbing a basket before setting off into the fields next to your home.

Humming to yourself, you glanced up towards the sky. It was a bright, cloudless day, a light breeze ruffling your hair. The smell of rosemary wafted to your nostrils, and you inhaled it deeply into your lungs. As you approached the field, you noticed there was an abundance of lavender growing throughout. You gently snipped at each one, thanking Mother Earth before gently placing it into your basket. There were a few cypress trees near the edge of the field, and you scraped off bark into small jars you had brought.

After a while, you realized that you would have to go into the forest to gather mushrooms and garlic, which you had heard grew strangely abundant there. The thought of the Devilman lingered in the back of your mind, and you were worried that you might encounter him. However, you had yet to feel an evil presence whenever you were in your backyard, and no one had tried to break your protection spell.

Closing your eyes, you asked Hecate for protection into the forest before sucking in a breath and walking towards it. A chill ran through your body the second you stepped into the treeline. There was a noticeable change in temperature, and you felt as if you were being watched. You lifted your chin, whispering in your mind for Hecate to keep you calm and your senses alert.

It didn’t take long before you found the first cloves of garlic. They were untouched, which you were grateful for. You thanked Mother Earth once again and blessed each one, tucking them into your basket before standing up. The hairs on the back of your neck began to stand up, and you were suddenly aware of a presence behind you.

“Hello there.”

Beware, child.

You slowly turned around. A tall man was leering down at you, revealing sharp rows of teeth. His eyes were completely white, studying you with curiosity. Two pairs of wings sprouted from him - one from his back, engulfing his shape, and the other pair on his head, flapping slowly. He was naked, his lower half covered in dark fur, as well as the long tail that dragged on the forest floor. You could feel the darkness radiating from him, your body fighting the urge to shake.

“Leave me be, Devilman. I am here minding my own business.”

“Devilman? I have a name, you know.”

“Does not matter to me,” you spat. “Now, go on.”

“The name’s Akira,” he grinned, extending a large hand towards you.

You ignored him, pretending to occupy yourself with studying the contents of your basket.

“I’ve heard talk that we had a witch in town. It’s been a while since I’ve seen one.”

“Congratulations,” you deadpanned.

He laughed, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, would you prefer a more human form?”

Akira began to shift in front of you, his body shrinking. His teeth now resembled those of a human, but his canines were still sharp. A pair of warm brown eyes now looked at you, the curiosity still there. The wings were gone, and he was still naked minus the fur. He was muscular, there was no denying that. You kept your gaze above his waist, cocking your head to the side as you waited for him to speak.

“Like what you see?”

“No.”

 You turned to leave but he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“By the way, now that you’re here, I have a chance to properly thank you.”

You shot a glare at him over your shoulder.

“You have nothing to thank me for.”

“Oh, but I do.”

He leaned against the tree closest to him, crossing his arms across his broad chest.

“You’ve been so good at taking care of my girls. I’ve been so pleased with them.”

Girls?

Akira laughed at the confusion on your face, leaning his face towards yours.

“Yeah, those lust spells you’ve been casting? They’re all for me. I’ve been having great sex, so thank you.”

Damn this demon. Damn him to hell and back.

The whispered warnings that you had been feeling in your head made sense now. You knew something had been amiss about the sudden need for lust spells, but you had brushed it off. Why hadn’t you tried to make a connection between your clients and a Devilman? It was also known they thrived off of sex with mortal women, with rumors of breeding them to bring forth more demons.

“What have you done with them?” you asked.

“Just fucking, relax,” he sighed. “I have no interest in having to raise children.”

“You must have some ill intention with them,” you hissed.

Akira laughed again, pushing off the tree and coming to stand in front of you. His breath was warm as it fanned across your face, coming so close his nose almost brushed against yours.

“I just like to fuck. There’s nothing else behind it.”

“You’re a Devilman. Your kind does nothing but bring evil.”

He looked genuinely hurt at your statement.

“I’m not like the other Devilmen.”

You barked out a laugh.

“Hey,” Akira growled. “Believe me, I didn’t ask for this. If it hadn’t been for Ryo -”

“I know the story,” you interrupted him. “But still, you are a Devilman. I know what you’re capable of.”

“And you’re a witch. We all know what you’re capable of.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling magic forming at the tips of your fingers.

“I do not dabble in black magic,” you hissed.

“I can feel the magic in your fingers. Go ahead, strike me. See what you’re up against.”

Your fingers twitched, and you were tempted to strike him with a defensive spell. Instead you closed your eyes, letting your arms fall limp at your sides. You sucked in a deep breath, asking Hecate to grant you patience before slowly opening your eyes again.

“We are done here. I hope to never see you again, Devilman.”

“Akira. It’s Akira, witch.”

Turning towards your home, you gave him one last warning.

“Stay away from my clients. They do not need any misfortunate falling upon them.”

You didn’t bother waiting for a response before leaving the forest.

***

Once a year, you celebrated Hecate’s night, which always occurred in mid-November. It was said that during that night she returned to the Earth, walking the land and gathering new witches for her cult. Those who already followed her were expected to leave an offering at her altar, which was to be made out of natural materials. Upon moving to your cottage, you had begun searching for a private location where you could build your altar for her. There was a lake across the road that no one seemed to go to anymore, as it was rumored that the water was poisoned by the Devilman. You began building an altar at the shore of the lake, coming weekly to check on it and leave offerings for Hecate.

By mid-November, the altar was beautiful, made out of rocks you had found around the lake and adorned with the offerings you had brought throughout the past weeks. You had managed to leave a painting of her, and it remained untouched by the elements. You blocked off the week leading to the special day, assuring your clients you would be available the following week. You spent the week preparing for it, meditating every morning to connect with Hecate and gathering the supplies that you needed.

The day of Hecate’s feast arrived, and you departed from your home once the moon was high in the sky. You walked leisurely towards your secret altar, humming to yourself as you felt the magic crackling in the air. When you arrived at the altar you placed your basket down, kneeling down and holding your hands out in an offering.

“Oh Hecate,” you prayed. “Bless these waters as I cleanse myself in them.”

You began to undress, letting the sheer robe you were wearing drop to the floor. The night was cold, causing you to shiver and goosebumps to rise along your skin. You began walking slowly into the water, keeping your hands held out. The water was just as cold, but with each step you felt it getting warmer. Once the water was waist deep you stopped, closing your eyes and looking up towards the moon.

“Bless this water, Hecate. Bless me and wash away any doubts that I may have.”

Eyes still closed, you relished in how the water got warmer and felt . . . better. Smiling, you whispered a thank you before lowering your hands into the water. You were about to splash water over you when you heard a voice behind you.

“Now this is a great sight to stumble onto.”

You whipped your head around to find Akira standing at the lake’s edge. He was in his human form, still naked as he eyed your bare chest.

“Out. This is a sacred place!”

“This sacred place is my bathing spot. Hate to break it to you.”

“Hecate has blessed this water. You must leave!” you growled.

Instead of obeying you, Akira began walking into the water. You kept your gaze on him, realizing that you would have to use your magic on him to cast him out. Magic began trickling down into your fingers, the water around them beginning to stir.

“Relax. I’m not going to do anything to you.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. The moment you were about to lift up your hand, his own shot out to grab onto your wrist.

“Thinking of striking me with magic, hm?”

“Let go of me.”

He chuckled darkly, shaking his head.

“Why are you resisting? I know you want to fuck me.”

“You are mistaken,” you spat out.

You continued trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but to no avail. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head before tugging you closer to him.

“Come on. Tonight is the best night to get laid.”

“Don’t talk about Hecate that way,” you hissed.

“Hecate, huh?” he frowned. “I’ve heard about her. You must be pretty powerful then.”

A slow grin formed on his face.

“I love me a strong woman.”

He kissed you then, smashing his lips against yours. You let out a squeal, trying to push him off of you.

“Oh, come on,” he pulled back. “What harm will this do?”

“I am not going to disrespect Hecate on this holy night!”

“I’m pretty sure she’s okay with you getting it in.”

You were about to strike him when you heard a faint whispering in your head.

My child, this Devilman is different. He is part of your destiny. You have my blessing.

Blinking rapidly, you tried to come to terms with what Hecate had just said.

Go forth, my child.

A new sensation began curling in the pit of your stomach, and you realized with a start that it was arousal.

Is Hecate being serious?!

You slowly tilted your head up towards Akira, who was staring at you with a quirked brow. Biting your lip, you let out a quiet sigh before leaning up and kissing him. He was surprised for a moment, but it didn’t take long before he returned it. His hands immediately wrapped around your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled you closer. When you opened your mouth to sigh, he took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

“You taste delicious,” he gasped out.

His fingers moved from your hips and into your hair, pulling hard as he angled your head to kiss you deeper. You couldn’t help but let a moan slip out, causing him to smirk against your mouth.

“I want to hear you make that sound more.”

One of his hands let go and began trailing down your neck, tickling the skin until he landed on your right breast. His fingers traced around your nipple, teasing you before he slowly began tugging on it. You let out another moan, and he pulled back to lean down and bring your nipple into his mouth. His other hand began to reach down, tracing your figure and down past your hips until he was brushing against your thigh.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispered into your ear.

“I-I want this,” you stuttered back.

His finger kept brushing against your thigh.

“I didn’t catch that. What did you say?”

“I want you, Akira.”

“Good girl.”

His long finger began pushing into you. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, legs beginning to shake from how stimulated you were. His mouth was still warm against your chest while his finger began pumping into you at a steady pace. You felt something brush against you under the water, and your heart stopped when you realized it was him, fully hard and huge.

“I’ll fit baby, don’t worry.”

He was grinning when you looked up at him worriedly.

“I’m going to get you nice and ready.”

Suddenly, he bent down and lifted you up. On instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around your neck. He brought his lips against your neck, kissing it softly until you were both at the lake’s edge. You were gently let down and swiftly turned around, his hands gripping your hips again to get you to bend forward. Fingers fumbling into the dirt, you whipped your head around to look at Akira. He was stroking himself, eyes half-lidded as a smirk tugged at his lips.

“I’ll be gentle, baby.”

His hands moved higher on your hips, adjusting you so he could begin pressing his tip against your entrance. You sucked in a breath as feeling how hot he felt against you. He teased your slit, rubbing himself up and down as he chuckled under his breath.

“Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this.”

With that, he began slowly pressing himself into you. The stretch was painful, his sheer size causing you to cry out as your fingers dug deeper into the dirt. Akira let out a quiet groan as he stopped, taking in the sensation of your core throbbing around him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I can feel how much you want this.”

He pushed in a little bit more, and you looked back to see he was only halfway in. Akira noticed the panic in your eyes and began stroking your hips gently.

“Hey, relax. I won’t move until you’re ready.”

His voice had softened immensely, and you found yourself relaxing. You closed your eyes, taking in long, deep breaths as you slowly let your body relax. The pain you had been feeling began to dissipate, your core beginning to throb with the need for Akira to ram into you.

“Akira,” you begged. “Please move.”

“With pleasure.”

He started off slow, his hips slapping against yours. You felt the lake water lapping against you with every thrust, causing your body to cool down. His fingers loosened their grip on your hips, allowing you to thrust back onto him.

“God, your ass looks amazing bouncing against me.”

“Akira,” you moaned. “Don’t be lewd.”

“I can’t help it, baby.”

His thrusts began to pick up, and your moans got louder. The pleasure in your core was beginning to increase drastically, and you felt a familiar knot beginning to form.

“R-rub my clit, Akira.”

His right hand let go to do so, circling around it at a leisurely pace. Just like his thrusts, his fingers began to move faster until he was matching his thrusts. It didn’t take long before you came, crying out his name as you collapsed onto the lake shore. Akira fell onto you, his muscular front warm on your cool back.

“Are you okay, baby?”

You nodded groggily.

“That . . . was so intense.”

He pulled out of you, causing you to whine. You glanced over your shoulder to see him exiting the lake and standing over you. He picked you up again, walking over to where you had left your basket. You had brought a blanket to sleep by the altar, and he laid it out on the ground before lying down. You were now sitting atop his lap, blinking down at him as he peered up at you with soft eyes.

“You look beautiful.”

You blushed, looking away.

“Now it’s my turn to come. I hope you’re ready to be bred.”

“Akira, what -”

One hand aligned himself with your entrance while the other settled on your hips again. He thrusted up, inserting himself in one move. You gasped out, throwing your head back as he fucked up into you. He angled his head up to take one of your nipples into his mouth, moaning around it. After a moment he let it go to kiss you instead. It was a longer kiss, his mouth moving slowly to memorize your lips pressed against his. His thrusts, however, were still fast, and you felt your next orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Oh, you’re close baby huh? Let go, baby. Come all over my cock.”

His words had you tumbling over the edge, and you came with another moan of his name. Akira’s thrusts were approaching an inhuman speed, your thighs aching from how hard he was thrusting against you. He let out a broken whine, voice cracking as he announced he was close.

“Oh baby, I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum. You going to let me breed you, baby? Have little devilman babies with me?”

You bit your lip, clenching around him. He barked out a laugh.

“Oh, you like that huh? Dirty slut.”

He spanked you, and you gasped out a choked groan. His thrusts were uneven now, his eyes clenching shut as you held onto you so hard you were sure you would wake up with bruises. He came with a roar, his voice echoing in the woods as he spilled himself into you. Your eyes went wide as you felt full, glancing down to see that your lower belly was slightly bloated. Akira was panting, arm thrown over his face as he tried to catch his breath. You felt him beginning to slip out of you, his cum beginning to spill out as well.

“Here baby, come lay down. Sorry about the mess.”

The night was now quiet, the both of you curled up against each other as you stared up at the stars. Exhaustion was beginning to tug at your bones, eyes beginning to get heavy. You were startled awake by Akira’s arm around you.

“Did I fuck you so good you’re ready to sleep?”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’m going to leave you here if you don’t stop.”

He laughed, chest rumbling against your side.

“Will you admit now that you find me hot? I literally just fucked my cum into you.”

You sighed. “Yes, Akira, you are rather enticing.”

“Enticing, huh?”

His head turned back towards the sky.

“So, like, will I burn at the stake if I walk into your house?”

It was your turn to laugh.

“No, you’ll be fine.”

“Great!”

He stood up, grabbing your basket and extending his hand out to you.

“Let’s get some rest. We can have some more fun in the morning.”

[ryukzakiii]

ryukzakiii’s masterlist

hiiii!! i’m sure i’ll end up changing up what i say here about 100 times over the course of running this blog but that’s okay i’ve accepted it and so should you. welcome to the collection of everything i write that i’ll never post anywhere else <3

feel free to send in requests!! i will write for basically anything i’m familiar with, but here are a few fandoms/guidelines for what i’ll write for!

FANDOMS

- death note

- attack on titan

- demon slayer

- devilman crybaby

- jujutsu kaisen

RULES

characters MUST be 18+ (mdni in general !!)

i will not write incest, assault, or anything along those disgusting lines, pls don’t even request it i’d rather die

enjoy :)

legend

| 🪷 - smut | 🪻 - series | 🥀 - hc/blurbs/etc | 🌻 - fluff |

⭑

L. LAWLIET

distraction ( 🪷 )

young detectives (🪻)

insomnia ( 🌻 )

⭑

LEVI ACKERMAN

show, not tell ( 🪷 )

[aizawasbarb]

aizawas BARB

all my works will be here^.

hii! im in my 20s and a smut writer. i write smut just to pass time. im a WOC, and i love cats. i will write just about anything.

both of my tumblers are MATURE.

thank you for visting and reading<3!!!

- Aizawas BARB !

[bristocks]

ME!

i change my theme a lot〡minor! i may write light smut that’s suggestive so don’t request anything with hardcore themes.〡

i’m african american〡been writing since 2021〡yep you can find me on insta by the same username i use onn here. 〡

MULTIFANDOM

aot (attack on titan)

creepypasta

dmcb (Devilman Crybaby)

atsv (across the spider-verse)

i’ll speak on other things and maybe right theories about em. There are a bunch of other fandoms i’m in so send a request of the one ur in and i may reply to it.

[yandollies]

UPCOMING WORKS && IDEAS

Hello, pretty things <3 My name is Naaji and I'm a hypersexual writer, writing to get some of my thoughts and feelings out instead of letting them sit. My pronouns are he/him and I'm a gay trans man, so most of my writings will either be male reader or gn reader. That being said, anybody regardless of gender or sexual orientation is welcome to interact :3

I don't take requests, but you're free to leave thirsts / brainrots anytime! If I find the concept interesting I might write a little drabble or some hcs about it ^_^

WARNING : This account will contain smut and possibly disturbing topics written by a minor. I don't care who interacts with me, but if you're uncomfortable with this please leave for your own sake <3

Moving on to more of what I'll write...

I will be writing smut and dark content such as: yanderes, underage sex (between two minors), large age gaps (18 & late 30s / 40s ?), threesomes, character x reader, character x character

(PS: I might also add some of my own hcs to the writing just because I love my hcs and I want everyone to know)

However, I will also write fluff or familial relationships (platonic) every once and a while! (And maybe angst if I'm feeling it)

Some fandoms that I'm into and may write about are: Bungou Stray Dogs, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Reverse 1999, Final Fantasy, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Heaven Official's Blessing, Pokemon, Omori, The Legend Of Zelda, Devilman Crybaby, Fairy Tail, The Summer Hikaru Died, Project Sekai, and Alien Stage

Some of my favorite characters to write for are: Kaedehara Kazuha, Shikanoin Heizou, Scaramouche / Wanderer, Freminet, Neuvillette, Wriothesley - Fukuzawa Fukichi, Oda Sakunosuke, Nakahara Chuuya, Atsushi Nakajima, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Osamu Dazai, Edgar Allan Poe - Blade, Dan Heng, Aventurine, Gepard - Pavia, Зима, Shamane, Horropedia, Forget Me Not - Adaman, Volo, Bede, Gladion, N, Kieran, Guzma - Till, Ivan (The boyfriends..,.,..) - alot more I can't list all of them

Some of my favorite ships: Kawoshin, Ivantill, Soukoku (specifically 15!skk), Kazuhei, Wriolette, Kazuxiao, Suntan, Sunflower, Cactiflower, Sunturine, Sunhill, Akiryo

I will also likely write about some ocs of mine or just unnamed character concepts.

Some things that I will NOT be writing: minor x adult, smut containing young children (1 - 12 yrs old), r-pe, SA, noncon, stepcest / incest, kinks containing bodily fluids or anything like that (piss, scat, vomit, sweat, etc. Sorry.. just not into that)

Masterlist coming soon !!!!

Reminder that I am a minor and I do have school and other things going on in my life, so posts might not be that frequent .. Sorry lovelies </3 Goodbye for now !! ^_< ♡

[viosstash]

vio ☆ mdni! also known as : vi, vio, violet chubby egf, 5'3, cup size : 34DD black/soulann/african amercian twenty two, enfj/estp, scorpio i have other accounts!, most are listed here : click clack! media/all posts are tagged under : highoffvio text posts, drabbles, thoughts are : vibabbles asks are always welcome, feel free to drop a callsign if you are a regular anon ! vi's anons : wolfie ☆ death ☆ ??? ☆ ??? ☆ byf : i post at my own discretion, i dont show face nor intend to! i try to post p often but i am a little busy, i am also 420 friendly/smoke often so if that makes u uncomfy u dont have to interact with my content! love, will yap about: corruption, bdsm, age gaps, bimbofication/dumbification, somno, praise, denial, bondage, impact play, o control.. idk theres alot (i currently am really into intoxicated/under the influence type of stuff- idk how to classify it rns) do not interact: if u are rude, racist, homophobic, under 18, make me uncomfy or cross my boundaries (also scat, p3do, 1ncest, age/race play, beastiality, f33d3r pls dni)

" outside of this what do u like vi : " (not mentioned but i also do like to read- i just read smut tho) games: baldurs gate 3, hollow knight, cult of the lamb, ori 1/2, path of exile, detroit become human, amnesia series, sun haven, tower of fantasy, frostpunk 1/2, beyond:two souls, life is strange series, sims, unpacking, fnaf, warframe anime: jjk series, junji ito, corpse party, ghost stories, kaiju no.8, haikyu!, a sign of affection, hi score girl, mob psycho 100, chainsaw man, devilman crybaby, aharen!, horimiya, a whisker away, alot of anime idk

xoxo, vi

will update when needed!

[lmskitty]

Hi, Lex...if you don't mind, can I ask from that anime ask game :

For no. 4, 8, 13, 14, 24, 28

Thankss so much if you want to answer...

Hi!!!

4. least favorite anime character

Toji. He killed Riko. Won't forgive him for that sorry. I agree his past is tragic but you can have a tragic past and still not murder children and forget your own child's name. He's hot don't get me wrong, I just don't like him.

8. anime character you are most like

Damon always says that Yui from K-on! Reminds me of him. I am always sleepy, easily excitable and affectionate.

(actual video evidence of me writing satosugu smut)

13. funnest anime you have watched

Delicious in Dungeon really cracked me up. The expressions were perfect.

14. saddest anime you have ever watched

I know some people may disagree with this but Devilman Crybaby's ending had me SOBBING uncontrollably. Everything went wrong in that one. It was too much.

24. popular character you hate

I have not been able to finish AOT because I find Eren Yeager really annoying.

28. most upsetting moment in anime, why

I knew it was coming and it still hurt.

[cinamintyy]

I'm starting with taking requests:

Requests: Open!!

☆Fandoms I write☆

•Genshin Impact

•Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (pt.1-6)

•Puella Magi Madoka Magica

•Houseki no Kuni

•Evangelion (including the rebuilds)

•Devilman Crybaby

☆Rules☆

•if I don't feel like doing a request, kindly respect that ,whatever the reason

•No NSFW (I just don't know how to write it and feel uncomfortable doing it)

•No character x character

•No romantic adult x minor

•No gore (except for sh due to mental reasons and if the request doesn't romanticize it)

•No infidelity (unless it's for angst)

☆Things I Write☆

•I write for wlw and hetero pairings as well as gn readers

•Headcannons

•Full fics

•Fluff

•Angst

•Pregnancy

•Still no smut, but a little spice is allowed.

♡Can't wait to see your requests♡

[lif3lessb0dy]

REQUESTS OPEN!!!

for who i will write? what will I write? please read this before asking for someone

mostly for my crushes but as the title says you can request sth

besides requests I write female x male parings (sometimes F!OC sometimes F!reader)

english isn't my first language and im still learning it so I can make mistakes in grammar etc, pls be understanding & nice

I DONT write incest

I also don't write smut but u can request some nsfw content

Also often don't write character x character

FANDOMS;

pirates of the caribbean; the witcher(both games and netflix series); hazbin hotel; marvel; helluva boss; tokyo ghoul; devilman crybaby; lord of the rings/hobbit/silmarillion; thundermans; måneskin; encanto; club winx; w.i.t.c.h.; castlevania; stranger things; metal lords; star butterfly vs forces of evil; metal family; lolirock; rebel moon; my candy love; love and deepspace

(will be updated)