#dopey demons

[angeloftheodd]

Let’s party like it’s 1979 and bring back Dopey Demons! ❤️ Pretty please, Sanrio? 🥺🥰💞 I made this wallpaper for my iPhone 14. 😈

[hitchell-mope]

Descendants angels and demons au.

Bal. Mal is the favoured daughter of Hades sent to corrupt gods favourite son Ben. However. It looks like they might be influencing each other.

Devie. Evie’s a sucubus trying to make Doug fall. Doug is a scribe who’s meeting her efforts flirt for flirt. Effortlessly might I add.

Jaynelos. Jane is a guardian angel slowly becoming undone by a pair of highly persuasive chaos demons named Jay and Carlos.

Gilonnie. Gil is an innocent demon paired up with the rather rough and tumble Lonnie to keep the orphaned Dizzy Tremaine in balance.

Numa. Uma is a vengeance demon slowly but surely being turned around by Ned and his relentlessly kind and persuasive optimism.

Perdox. Persey is a demon in charge of recorruption. But their latest subject, Maddox, is proving to be a very difficult yet highly intriguing challenge.

Andie. Hadie is an incubus tasked with seducing an arts angel Anthony. Problem is. Anthony is more hedonistic than even Hadie is.

Chaudrey. Chad and Audrey are incredibly stuck up angels whose only goal is to keep the demons out. But due to all of the fraternising. They are failing.

Hades. The devil. Satan. Old Nick. Mr Scratch. He runs hell. Technically all the demons father. But he only claims Persey, Hadie, Harry, Mal and Evie.

Adam. God. But a very ambivalent and investing god. Is much more in line with Chad and Audrey’s plans than Ben’s. And he never hesitates to tell him so.

[satanghulu]

under a trance!

✦ PAIRING: mammon x reader ✦ SUMMARY: mammon goes under anesthesia. shenanigans ensues. ✦ WC: 0.7K

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“Yer’ so cute.”

The sight in front of you could only be described as endearing. It was cute, unbearably so. The ditzy look on Mammon’s face and his dopey smile makes you want to pinch his cheek, but you refrain from doing so to maintain some form of dignity.

“Thanks?” You answer, shifting his current position to sit upright, prompting him against the wall as he flops around like a boneless pack of goo. You stifled a laugh. Lucifer had assigned you to pick up Mammon from the dentist, which you had initially assumed was for a regular dental checkup. Though looking at the state of the demon in front of you, he definitely had undergone some kind of procedure. 

“Who are you?” Mammon threw his arms over you as he leaned into your chest to take in a deep inhale, “You smell so good.” He mumbles with his cheeks squashed against you. His half-lidded eyes were hazy and you couldn’t stop yourself from giving him a quick pat on the head.

“I’m your human.” You said simply. His face scrunches up into an adorable frown as he pulls back to pout at you. The sound of the door opening sends Mammon scuttling back with a groan, knocking his head against the wall. Thankfully, demons are hardier than they look, and after a quick checkover, you twisted to see who had entered the room.

“Ah, you’re here to pick Mammon up right?” A person? demon clad in all white, presumbly the dentist, questions you. He peers past you to look at the patient, who is hissing at him and taking a defensive stance. It was pretty amusing to see a full-grown man curl in on himself to exhibit behaviour similar to the cats that Satan feeds.

You nod.

“Great. He just took out his wisdom teeth and is now under anesthesia. The effects should wear off pretty quickly.” The dentist starts, tapping on his clipboard before handing you a stack of instructions. He then continues to overwhelm you with a long list of aftercare steps that you have already forgotten. Noticing you were distracted, Mammon had taken his chance to cling onto you again, nudging your hand to find its place on the top of his head. You take it as a cue to start petting him.

It was kinda sweet how little inhibitions the Avatar of Greed had when he was medicated. It makes your stomach do a flip whenever he directs you a dorky grin. It almost makes you wish that he could be more forthcoming but his brand of tsundere was what appealed to you to fall head over heels in the first place.

Somehow, the admission that demons had wisdom teeth came to you as a surprise and the thought of it was pretty funny. Briefly, you wonder if the other brothers had already gone through this process.

From your position on the bed beside Mammon, you idly continue your action of stroking his head while he mumbles gibberish into your chest. And you’re pretty sure he’s also slobbering on you if the wet patches on the front of your shirt were any indication. (And of course, you jumped at the chance to take multiple photos and videos and had already backed it up.)

“Mammon.” You tried to admonish him. He lifts his head dazedly at the sound of your voice, and you can’t help but change your tone to coo at him. It was so adorable to watch him preen under your attention. It was a rare sight to see him like this and you were going to exploit every opportunity you could. 

You kiss the top of his head.

“No… I have my treasure…” His voice had shifted to a sleepier tone even as his arms tightened around you. But seriously, he has you in his arms and he’s still thinking about Goldie? You were slightly offended at the thought.

“Ya smell like them… My treasure. Treasure!” Mammon roared, suddenly biting the corner of your shoulder hard. A flash of pain jolted through you at his unexpected movement.

“What the-- Ouch!” You quickly swatted him with the back of his hand, glancing down at your shoulder to see the damage sustained. A clear impression of the bite mark was imprinted right on the edge, though thankfully, it wasn’t as deep as it had felt.

You pull back to look at him disapprovingly.

“Treasure!” He slurs happily with a dumb look. This time, you kind of wanted to punch him.

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a/n ▸ dorky mammon has my heart. also i know I'm terribly late for his birthday whoops

[flamingpudding]

I love your writing so much but I'm here with a crack idea just imagine deage Dan is Klarion.

Dan was able to find out who he is outside of Danny then he was able to change his name Klarion Jackson Fenton/Nightingale he is still a little villain boy also now a mom boy.

Ghost King Danny is his mom young justice was so confused when Klarion you're the best gifts get your mom after not talking to him for a while to also begging them to pretend to be his friend . Justice League dark is panicking in the background about the electric being that just shows up.

Danny in full ghost king attire standing there with a plate of cookies ready to meet his son's new friends.

Thanks so much! I am glad you enjoy my writing!

Also thanks because I absolutely love this Idea/Prompt! Sooooo please enjoy this piece inspired by it! Also I haven't consumed a lot of DC material lately so i am basing this all on my memories. In other words.... I went with Tim's little team here.

Hope that's okay and that this won't disappoint.

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Dan, who was going by Klarion for some years now, had a massive problem. It was the huge kind of problem build on small bubbles of lies that then turned into this one giant bubble that was about to pop just because of one little question asked by his mom when his sister decided to throw him under the bus to deflect from herself and the fact that she was dating a demon. Don't get him wrong he still loves her, but man did he want to strangle Danielle right now.

"So Klarion, Ellie is right. When will I get to meet your friends you told me so much about?"

It was such an innocent question from his mom. And while his moms titles don't scare him, cause at some point in time they could have been his too, the happy dopey smile like nothing was wrong in the dimensions with little expectations directed at him was the scariest thing his mom could ever direct at him when he had asked THAT question.

So now Klarion was in need of a quick solution. When his mom had asked he had mumbled out a quick: "Next week maybe. We won't be busy with hero stuff then." He had started to form a plan. First of all, he needed to remember what all he had told his mom about his new and redeemed life on Earth 43 he had build for himself with the name Klarion Jackson Fenton-Nightingale.

Which fuck. There was a lot he had told his mom just so he wouldn't worry.

Cause now he also remembers that whenever he had gone out to cause some chaos he had made it seem to his mom like he was going out to bond with his new friend or help them with their hero duty. Well, in a way maybe his chaos causing could be seen as bonding. The ghostly kind, that is. And as for helping with the hero duty... he did give them work, something to do with their hero status. Anyway Klarion tried to remember all possible names he had dropped. Shit why did he also mention to his mom that he was working with heroes to make her proud? He should have name dropped some villains instead but nearly all of them were adults. He knew his mom would have frowned if he had only adult friends and no one around his age.

He was pacing his room in their castle. He need a plan, a good one at that. He knows he name dropped Robin, now Red Robin, Superboy and Impulse on a whim once. Superboy more so cause his mom had been interested in the Alien Heros of the Earth of the dimension he was partially living on now. He had mentioned Robin for the joke of knowing that there is a Dinner in an other Dimension with the same name. And because his Grandfather didn't like the Flash-clan which meant his mom didn't like them too much because of their messing with timelines either, he had mentioned being friends with Impulse on pure spite because of a punishment one day and to see their reactions. So he had to get these three on board anyway, and because for the heck of it he would get Wonder Girl involved too. It was never bad to have a girl in a friends group.

Klarion stopped his pacing. Turning towards his demonic ghost cat companion, kind of what Cujo was to his mom now. "Teekl, I think I have a plan. I will convince these Idiots, that shouldn't be a huge problem. Most of them are normale little flesh sacks." Teekl and him stared for some time at each other and after a moment Klarion huffed turning away with crossed arms. "It's a good plan don't be so sceptical, they are heroes right? They will not refuse my request!"

Well maybe Klarion should have planned this a bit better.

The next day Red Robin blinked at the witch boy up from the ground in the living room of what looked like to be an normal apartment. He had just been in Gotham, working on a case and now he was here? Looking to the left he also noticed that Superboy (the older), Impulse and Wonder Girl were also with him. They all looked stunned he observed and partially disoriented. Additionally they hadn't heard from Klarion since the last time they had foiled his plans on raging chaos upon the earth, that had been weeks ago.

"Kla-"

"I have summoned you heroes here. For the moment it is fruitless to try to leave because of the magic barrier." Okay rude to be cut of but that explained why he suddenly wasn't where he remembered to be last anymore. It was now Superboy who opened his mouth first but before he could even make a sound Klarion decided to speak over them again. "I have presents."

Four young heroes collectively blinked, confused, stunned and weirded out. As the which boy before them waved over to wards a table filled with boxes and packages. "I come in peace today, to proof that I brought these are presents, filled with various goods from different dimensions that should be to the liking of you all. Technologie, accessories, snacks, weapons, as well as clothing styles."

Red Robin shared a glance with his friends, a silent communication but before he once again could say anything Impulse was already by the table going through the stuff. They could here his 'oh's and 'ah's, which inevitably made them curious and they wandered over too. Klarion was not acting hostile at all yet but Red Robin did not trust that so he kept the which boy in clear view the entire time.

"Rob! You gotta see this! That actual futuristic Tech!"

"Look at these snacks."

"These accessories don't look to bad..."

His eye twitched when he noticed Klarion was sporting a smug look. Red Robin had to ask now, because this was not normal for the other. "Okay usually you would have started some big shot chaos plan by now. I don't buy this peace offering act and your way to formal talking. So what is going on?"

The other three, thankfully in Red Robins opinion, finally looked away from the tempting gifts and also turned their attention fully on Klarion. Who's smug smile falter as he let out a sigh and stared at them with what they could only describe as a frustrated look.

"My mom is planning to visit me."

"And?" Impulse asked between munching on three different bags of chips that where on the table.

"And he believes I am friends with you idiots."

They stared slack jawed. Impulse was pinching himself like he couldn't believe what they had just heard. Did one of their Villains, just informed them that their mom believes they were friends? Red Robin was starting to think he might be in a sleep deprived Hallucination.

"Why would she?" Wonder Girl questioned next to which Klarion glared at her with fire in his eyes.

"First of, my mom uses the pronouns he/Him. Be rude to my mom and I will find a way to make your life a permanent hell on earth." Wonder Girl blinked lifting her hands as in a sign of peace. "Second, my mom is under the believe that i work with heroes not against them. I do not have the heart to disappoint him after everything that happened in the past. So I embellished the truth a little."

"A little?" Superboy retorted sarcastically, to which they caught a light blush dusting the which boy's cheeks.

"Look my sister threw me under the bus and my mom wants to meet my friends now! So I need you idiots to play nice with me for when he visits!"

"And we will do that because?" Red Robin crossed his arms, watching their villain sceptically still not really buying this entire act. This was to strange of an behaviour change. Something was up, and he was going to get behind it.

Klarion on the other hand was starting to panic internally. His plan was not as he had hoped. The presents he had specifically gotten from other dimensions with what he believed was their interests did not work to make them simply accept his request. This was the last time he would listen to old man Vlad on how to bribe humans, he wasted his entire week on getting all that stuff. His mom was going to show up soon enough he need to have them act as his friends by then so he could remove the magic barrier. Or else his mom would notices he faked everything.

They left him no choice. He would have to throw his pride away for the sole reason to not disappoint his mom.

All four Young Justice Heroes blinked as Klarion suddenly threw himself on the ground before them into a pleading position.

"Please! I beg you, just for the time my mom is here. Please act like my friends!"

"I didn't think Klarion was a mama's boy...." Impulse whispered to the rest of them in pure disbelief as they stared stunned at the kneeling witch boy.

Cut to the heroes that noticed their teens were missing.....

"Where is he?" Batman growled at the Constantine who was sighing tiredly.

"Look mate, the way you and the other Spandex wearing friends explained it, made it sound like they got summoned by a being of the Infinit Realms." The blond man sighed lighting another cigarette eying the four heroes, Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman and Flash. Zatanna was behind him pouring over a book about the realms and trying to find a tracking spell to trace it back and to where they could have been summoned.

"Don't you have something like a tracker on your boy?" Batman only growled something under his breath to which the Brite couldn't help to arch and eyebrow. Constantine was going to say something sarcasting as Deadman suddenly appeared a panicked look on him. "The Ghost King has chosen to come to our dimension."

"Say bloody what now?" All attention that had been on the heroes and their problem of missing teenage heroes turned now to Deadman and the news he brought with him. "The ghost, shades and spirits talked, for the king has decided to visit our Dimension. They are in an uproar, no one knows of why our King is on his way."

"Bloody fucking hell!" Constantine cursed. "We are fucking screwed! Isn't that guy a fucking tyrannical eldrich war maniac?!"

Deadman nodded solemnly and Constantine uttered another hearty and colourful 'fuck'. While the heroes present exchanged worried glances, not only were their kids missing but now a, by the sounds of it, highly dangerous being decided to appear in their dimension? Batman couldn't help but think that there had to be a connection to the missing teens and this.

Meanwhile in the Infinite Realms the Ghost King Castle...

Danny smoothed out his fur trimmed cape and adjusted his crown so it was floating nicely and evenly on his head. Today was the day he would get to meet his sons friends. He needed to make a good first impression. That was why he had chosen to take on his Ghost King form for this. With the wave of his hand he made an ice mirror appear before him, checking how he was looking once again. Once satisfied he nodded to himself looking over towards Fright Knight who was holding the plate of cookies he had baked himself. It was the fifth batch, and the only one that didn't turn out burned. He had needed Jazz help for this one to turn out well. It was only proper if he brought some cookies for the kids. Also he would have loved to bring his families fudge but... the last time he had tried making them had turned into a disaster.

"Thanks Frighty. Do you think Klarion's friends will like these? Wait don't answer! If they don't like them I will just get something else to thank them for taking care of my boy." Danny rambled on as he glanced at the plate of cookies in his hands. Why was he so nervous? He was just going to get to meet his little boy's friends. Sure his boy had dropped some stories about them and his adventures with them here and there. But hearing stories and meeting the kids were two different things.

Shaking his head Danny put on his best smile as he summoned a portal to Klarions apartment in the 43th Dimension of Earth. It was time to visit his boy in the place he had made his second home and thank the people that looked after his kid.

[jinuaei]

Can I ask for a submissive Yandere alastor, where the reader owns his soul

I don't really think this is good as the other ones but I hope the idea was written properly. Sorry if it's short!

Alastor never understood what devotion truly is, those couples promising each other their body and soul in matrimony, their gazes soft with love, and hands clutching each other in a gentle embrace. He never grew up in a devoted household, his father abusive, refusing to show even an ounce of love to him and his momma. Though perhaps his momma showed devotion– to Alastor absolutely, but he never thought of that as devotion, but more so love, and his momma loved him to death. 

Devotion to him at the time meant to give everything he has to the person he loves, but he never found the one that he does. In life, swarms of ladies would flock to him, begging for his attention, he would give it to them, but only for a moment. That's devotion, yes? Those ladies willing to rip each other apart just to get a chance with him? After all, they were willing to give everything to him just to let them call him theirs. Yet still, to him, that was not devotion, but merely infatuation.

In death, no sense of devotion can be seen in hell, every demon is too selfish to give themselves to each other for the silly notion of love. Souls here are not meant to give out because of love, they are meant to be used and controlled for ownership, that is not devotion. Both in life and death, he did not have any hope of even experiencing what it's like to be devoted to someone.

But now as he gazes at you gently holding the chain connected to his neck, looking surprised at how you were able to claim the soul of an Overlord, and not just any Overlord, THE radio demon's. Moreso, he couldn't help the purring coming from his collared throat, knowing that you own him now, and he would never, ever leave you.

He kneels in front of you, head tilted up and ears drooping down, his tail wagging quickly, hidden within his long coat, his smile dopey and in so, so, so in love. 

Yes, this is it.

He crawls slowly towards you, hand gripping at your thighs, slowly creeping to wrap around your waist. You own him now, evident to the soul you hold oh so gently, he can feel it you know? How soft you are at handling him, you could be as rough as you want and he wont complain.

This is what it is.

He looks up at you, pulling you closer to hug your waist, the chains heavy, but his heart light. Your proximity and warmth sending shivers down his spine, pulling out a shaky breath from him.

This is…

A heavy blush covers his whole face, his smile growing wider, huffing and puffing as he smells your intoxicating scent. He leans his whole body against you, body weak at how he is surrounded by you, your scent, your warmth, your gaze, and just… you.

What true and utter devotion truly means.

[another-lost-mc]

a/n: this is for a friend that celebrated a birthday this week. I hope it was a good one! 🎉

when it's mc's birthday | the demon brothers

2.6k words | nsfw | gn!reader | fluff and non-explicit smut

cw: my fav bias is showing again. mostly soft!demons. car sex; levi's tail gets its own warning; bathing together and bath tub sex; dream magic and implied dream sex.

Lucifer plans your birthday with the utmost care. He booked a reservation at your favourite restaurant so that he can treat you to an intimate dinner. He remembered the various items you've pointed out to him in the past while browsing through the Devildom's shopping district. He went back and bought every single one of them, and they're already wrapped and tucked away in the back of his closet for later.

After he walks you home from the restaurant, there's a bottle of Demonus on ice waiting in his room. You share a toast while he watches you open your gifts. You kiss his cheek, eyes shimmery and warm with so much affection, and he can't resist the urge to kiss you properly. A soft, booze-sweetened kiss leads to another kiss, and another, and another after that. He strips your clothes off slowly, like he's unwrapping a gift of his own. He memorizes the sight of your body stretched languidly against his dark sheets. He almost feels selfish for a moment because he wants you so desperately, but the lust simmering in your gaze makes his heart race. He knows how much you want him too, and he's powerless to deny you.

The first time he makes love to you, it's heat and frenzied passion, the build-up of coy anticipation that finally boiled over. He reaches for you throughout the night between quiet conversation and short naps. Each time he pulls your body close to his again, his lips whisper tender confessions against the delicate shell of your ear while he worships your body with his over and over again.

Mammon isn't very subtle. In the days leading up to your birthday, he asks random questions about things you might like or activities you're interested in. He wants to get a head start and beat his brothers to the punch. His fake nonchalance isn't convincing, but it's still endearing how much he truly cares. Who else should celebrate your birthday if not him? He's your first, and he's not going to let anyone else spoil you more than he does.

He tries to budget his money and curb his spending so he can afford whatever it is you ask for. If that fails, he takes on some less-than-prestigious part-time gigs for extra cash. You could ask him for the world and he'd find a way to scrimp and save and scavenge and steal if he has to so he can give you whatever you want. He doesn’t realize (or doesn't believe) that his company is what makes your birthday really special.

He dresses up nice and polishes his car to a high-shine to match your own stunning smile and natural radiance. It doesn’t matter what you wear because when he tells you how gorgeous you are, he’s so sincere. You outshine all the riches and jewels he used to dream about—now he dreams of you instead.

He takes you on a date that's sweet and light-hearted. He holds your hand and stares at you across the table with a dopey grin on his face when he thinks you're not looking. Once you're alone in his car, that boyish giddiness fades into something greedy and confident. You meet him halfway when he leans over to give you a kiss. When kissing isn't enough for either of you, you push the seat back so he can climb over and settle between your legs. He takes you apart in the cramped front seat of his car until your voice is hoarse and you push him away from sensitivity. The car smells musky with sweat and cum and he doesn't care that you made a bit of a mess on the seat. He palms himself on the drive home, and by the time you get to his room, he's eager to do it all over again in the comfort of his bed.

Levi isn't sure what to do for your birthday, but you offer to plan a little outing for the two of you. All he has to do is keep you company, right? He braces himself with a mantra he repeats over and over in his head: do it for them, do it for them, do it and LIKE IT because you love them. It ends up being a lot more fun than he expects: a lunch date at one of the cafes you both like followed by a movie you’ve been excited to see. You don’t make fun of his sweaty palm when you hold hands in line to buy movie tickets and overpriced snacks at the concession bar. There's a cute plushie on display where they sell collectible merch. He buys that for you too and shoves it into your arms before you can protest.

He relaxes when you take your seats and the theatre lighting dims as the movie starts. You lean against his shoulder and he's glad you can't see how pink his cheeks are. Partway through the film, he decides he likes the movie, but not as much as he enjoys your warm fingers laced with his.

He jolts suddenly when you pull your hand away and slide your fingers onto his denim-clad thigh instead. Your fingers squeeze with the tiniest bit of pressure and he nearly gasps at the unexpected wave of lust that washes over him. He glances at you in confusion—you're still focused on the screen, but he can see the little smile curling the edge of your mouth. He squirms a little and pretends not to notice your fingers drawing lazy circle-eights across his jeans, inching higher up his leg when he doesn’t stop you. And you're right, he's not going to stop you. You run a fingertip over the growing bulge hardening against the zipper of his jeans, just as you feel his tail slide onto your lap and tease the sensitive skin between your legs.

Satan decides to take a different approach when he sees how overwhelmed you are by his brothers' plans for your birthday. Sometimes simple is best and what could be more relaxing or romantic than your favourite home-cooked meal? He fusses in the kitchen until everything is cooked exactly to your liking, and the dish he serves you looks as good as it smells. His room is tidied enough so that a small table fits—he doesn’t want the others bothering you if he serves you in the dining room. There are dozens of candles that cast you both in an ethereal glow while you eat together. His room might not offer the rich ambience of Ristorante Six or the electric atmosphere of The Fall, but nothing outshines the romance he creates here, just for you.

Once dinner is finished and he tidies up the mess, he pulls you to your feet and wraps his arms around you in a slow dance. It's more like swaying back and forth together as a classical record plays quietly in the background. Candlelight flickers playfully along the walls of his room, and your face is painted by a mirage of shadow and flame. He eagerly traces those shapes on your skin with his tongue after he lays you on his bed, and by the time you're shaking and falling apart in his arms, you'll know how much he loves you.

Your birthday is another chance for Asmo to spoil you. Throughout the afternoon, he leads you to each of his favourite boutiques in the Devildom's shopping district. He holds up dozens of clothes against your body and admires how the colours bring out your eyes or compliment your complexion or how luxurious the fabrics are. He pretends that he didn't pick all these out to show you (and buy them for you) in advance.

When he finally takes you to Majolish, his greatest gift is revealing that he personally designed this outfit specially for you. It fits flawlessly and even you think you look amazing. It’s obvious that he poured his love and passion into creating this for you when no one else ever has before. It’s almost overwhelming, the way his smile radiates warmth when he looks at you. His eyes burn with all the ravenous love he feels for you. He loses control of himself and kisses you, pressing you against the changing room wall and sliding his thigh between yours. He doesn't want to stop, but he doesn’t have the time or space to touch you properly here. When he pulls his leg out from between yours, he misses the searing heat of your body against his. Perhaps it’s for the best that he take you home first—he would hate to get stains on your new outfit so soon.

(He originally planned on taking you to The Fall but he changed his mind. He’s not in the mood to share you with anyone else tonight.)

When he takes you home, he leads you straight to his private bathroom and urges you to get undressed while he gets everything ready. He draws a warm bath and the steamy air clings to you both like a second skin. You feel self-conscious about being naked even though he stands before you, waist-deep in the bathwater and just as naked as you are. He takes your hand and pulls you gently into the water with him. He supports your weight when you lean against his chest and his hands start to wander over your body. His fingers leave a soapy trail up and down your spine. He cradles your neck and leans forward, capturing your lips in another kiss because he can't possibly wait anymore.

The kiss reignites both your desperate desires to touch and be touched. He walks you back towards the edge of the tub. When your back touches the cool marble stone, he reaches behind your thighs and lifts you onto the edge; he swallows your half-hearted protest with his lips moving greedily against yours. His mouth moves away from yours, ghosting along the curve of your jaw and down your neck while his fingers gently pry your legs apart. He bends his head low once you’re spread open for him, hot and trembling and all his. His eyes glow bright when you tangle your fingers in his hair, and it’s the last thing you see before he dips his head between your legs.

It's not surprising that Beel plans to take you out for dinner on your birthday. It's a tricky proposition because it's easy for him to lose control of his hunger when he goes out to eat. He doesn't want his sin to ruin your birthday dinner, so he eats a meal's worth of food beforehand. Having a partially-full stomach means he's not going to be completely distracted by hunger—he wants to focus on you.

He likes taking you to nice restaurants and your birthday is no exception. You put on a new outfit he’s never seen you wear before, but it looks so good on you that he's drooling from the corner of his mouth before you even leave the house. The restaurant is cozy and everything on the menu sounds delicious. Your nose bunches up adorably when you can't decide what to order, and Beel suggests ordering one of everything. He laughs deep in his belly when you glance at him skeptically over the brim of your menu. His eyes are bright with mischief even though you know he's dead-serious. He simply grins at you from across the table and reminds you that he won't let the food wouldn’t go to waste.

It doesn't take long for your food to arrive. Beel enjoys watching you eat while you make little sounds of contentment between bites. He offers you food from his own plate to try. When your plate is empty, he worries you might still be hungry; he's only satisfied when you promise that you're close to bursting and completely full. He leads you out of the restaurant by the hand, and his other hand carries a bag full of leftovers to share with you tomorrow.

When he walks you home, he doesn't want to seem needy or presumptuous even though he's reluctant to end the night so soon. He pauses outside your door and kisses you softly, whispering happy birthday against your lips that still taste sweet from your dessert earlier. He can’t resist swiping his tongue across the seam of your mouth for one more taste, and the kiss deepens when you part your lips for him. You only break the kiss just long enough to open your door and pull him inside your room before slamming the door shut again. Your hands tug impatiently at his waist, and he shivers at the metallic clink of his belt buckle coming undone. He can sense hunger rising inside you again, and when he pushes you gently onto the mattress and covers your body with his own, he realizes your appetite is as insatiable as his own.

Belphie doesn't mind if the others want to take the initiative and plan your birthday party. He prefers it that way, actually. When his brothers ask for his input, he recommends something casual at the house, nothing too fancy. He wants you to be happy and relaxed and spoiled where you can be comfortable.

He sneaks into town to buy you a gift before the party, of course—something you mentioned to him in passing once that was too expensive for you to justify buying at the time. He and Beel wrap the presents they bought you in their room. Belphie's present looks insignificant compared to the large pile of gifts stacked near your birthday cake. He's not worried, especially when your eyes light up when you open it. You're just as appreciative of his small gift as you are of the others you receive. He knows you so well.

(You keep the contents of his card to yourself: a reminder that he has something special to give you later.)

Sometimes when he takes you to the attic for bed, he falls back against the mattress and waits impatiently for you to crawl on top of him. There's no hint of his lazy smugness tonight though. His hands are gentle but efficient when he strips your clothes away first before taking off his own. He follows you down onto the bed and smothers your body with his. The soft mattress cushions you when he grinds against you, and it squeaks from the force of his thrusts when he rocks inside you too. Your skin is littered with the little marks he sucks and nibbles into your skin. He cleans you with a warm, damp cloth after because your thighs and belly are covered in a sticky mess of you and him. He takes care of you with so much tenderness. You’re already snoring lightly by the time he's finished, and he cuddles against you with a yawn.

Shortly after you fall asleep, you dream of him. It’s a shared illusion between you conjured with the sleepy brand of magic he commands. You writhe against him in your sleep as the embers of lust continue to burn deep inside you. When the dream ends, you both wake up and instinctively reach for each other as the remnants of the dream fades away. He kisses you breathless despite your stale morning breath. You whimper against his mouth and he rolls over until you're underneath him again. After indulging in a night of dreamy, lustful sins, you're both still desperately eager for more.

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[in-death-sacrifice]

One is great but Two is better

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Threesome, Overstimulation

AFAB!Rook

Lucanis had your legs wrapped tightly around your waist as his hips drove into you. He admired the way the soft flesh spilled from his fingers as they dug into your hips bringing you closer at every thrust. Your mind was going blank as his cock slowly drove in and out of your pussy. The squelching noises of your bodies conjoining filled the room.

Yet as your tits bunches you felt a cold breeze begin to tweak at them, frozen fingers beginning to circle the sensitive nubs with precision, eliciting low moans to fall from your swollen lips. Your eyes opened to look at the man above you, hoping to watch his fingers dance around your body as he fucking you into the mattress, yet his hands still remained firm on your hips. His head was thrown back as he bought himself close to his own release, his fingers bruising the flesh at your sides. So who was playing with your tits, you watched as the flesh was grabbed at, finger marks getting indented into the mounds. Your eyes rolled back as the frozen fingers began to play with your clit, whimpers began to leave your lips as you could feel the coil tighten your own release incoming.

Lucanis finally opened his eyes as he felt your walls pull him further, your whimpers finally hitting his ears as he was pulled out of his lust driven mind. His eyes widened, mortified he spotted Spite's thighs next to your head, his fingers toying with the sensitive parts of your body as he helped you get closer to a release. "I'm so close Lucanis it feels so good" you whimpered underneath him. "It-its not me Rook, it's Spite"

You knew about his other side, often daydreamed about how it could play out of your accepted him into your relationship instead of attempting to rid him. And yet here in one of lucanis more selfish moments, the fingers working towards your own release was the demon itself, you moaned both their names, your arousal lubricating Lucanis cock as they both finally worked together to get your release. Lucanis moaned your name, as he finally deposited himself inside you, your walls clenched around his cock as your own release spilled from the two of you drenching your sheets. Spite smirked as he felt the pleasure pulsate through your clit, the sensitive nub cooling down from his touch you breathed heavily. Lucanis nodded at the demon in front of him, silently thanking him for helping him bring you to a release. Their cocks twitched in anticipation watching as your bleary eyes gained focus again, a dopey smile plastered on your face as you looked at Lucanis. "He should join in more often"

Lucanis watched as Spite's smirk grew into a grin, his fingers twitching against his thighs eager to help you out again. "I think he would like that" he spoke before bringing you into a deep kiss.

[jyoongim]

I love your writing and i will readily sell you my soul for drunk Alastor crumbs like fluffy smutty platonic take your pick i just wanna see this man all flushed and drunk and maybe hiccup once please please please

this is the second request i got for this so i must give the people what they want!!!!!

This is super short I’m sorry

All fluffy

The low sounds of static greeted your ears as well as the sound of the lobby door closing.

You closed your book as your stood to watch Alastor sag against the door, sighing as his red eyes looked around. 

Your nose wrinkled at the smell of whiskey as he lazily approached you, arms wrapping around you. A soft smile on your lips as he buried his head in your shoulder.

Alastor was always touchy when he drunk enough. You thought it was adorable.

A drunk man don’t tell lies.

”Baabbyy” he purred in your ear, claws pawing at your hips.

Alastor had went out for the night. You hadn’t mind, knowing he was just going down to Mimzy’s club to have a little drink.

Alastor was the man you knew who could pound whiskey and still be a functioning person.

And now it seemed he wanted to pound you.

You walked him to your shared bedroom, ignoring his cute little attempts of flirting.

You slapped his hands as he tried to pull you into his lap, opting to help him undress. You mentally groaned at having to send the suit to the cleaners at the way it smelled. 

“In Hell’s name did you do all night Al?” You hissed, unbuttoning his shirt, unclicking his garters, and taking his shoes off.

He hummed, slow blinking as he watched you. A dopey smile on his face as you grumbled and nagged.

Alastor usually could hold his liquor pretty good. You dont know how much he had drank, but it must have been a awful lot as silly radio sounds and tracks played off record.

You sighed as you gestured for him to get under the covers, ignoring the lidded gaze that followed you as you waltzed around the room, conjuring a glass of water for when he would definitely be thirsty.

His shadow danced on the wall, a sad look on its silhouette as you shot it a glare when it tried to slither around you apologetically.

You were gonna give Alastor a mouthful when he sobered up, but you had to admit the Radio Demon was quite cute drunk.

Ears flat to his head and face flushed.

A hand wrapped around your wrist as you began to tuck him in, you looked up to see Alastor giving you a soft smile

”I love you know you ma cherie” he said, pouting as you laughed softly.

You pressed a kiss to his burning cheek

”Yea I know baby.”

He definitely wont remember this in the morning

[rae-writes]

our bonds

om demons x reader

+ two bonus characters || 2.k wc

synopsis :  [Rae’s] pact hcs ranging anywhere from size, placement, qualities, and additional little quips— in order of obtainment

Mammon’s pact mark is the biggest one you have; plastered over your upper back- right in the center- it circles around to the very end of your trapezius muscle, hitting parts of your shoulder, though it doesn’t reach past your neck. It glows a shimmering gold when in use. When activated, the feeling is the equivalent to a steady pulse of adrenaline 

Mammon can splay his entire hand over the mark and not cover it all 

Likes to hug you from behind so he can be pressed against it, and if you’re still enough, you can feel the quick thump thump of his heart against you

Loves when you wear tops that show it off

Has a Polaroid you took where your bare back is exposed to a mirror and you’re looking over your shoulder with a grin; it never leaves the clear pocket in his wallet

Traces it for comfort- whether he was feeling down or just to reassure himself that you’re his and you aren’t going anywhere 

With the owner being so shy, it was a bit surprising to see Levi’s mark show up on the back of your right hand; the rather small size makes up for the bold placement. The very top of the sigil’s circle hits the bottom of your middle knuckle, going down until it hits your wrist line. When in use, it pulses a toxic shade of orange and has a faint iridescent tinge to it. The feeling is like a cold wave of pinpricks, as if you’d just jumped into the ocean headfirst.

Traces over it constantly- absentmindedly- as a form of both comfort and a way to relieve his anxiety

Can sit for hours and watch the iridescent shimmer (only if you’re fine with having it active for so long) 

Preens subtly whenever you brandish it proudly when someone asks about it

Melts if you caress his face using that hand— especially if he’s been down in his sin and it’s glowing his orange 

Bites the mark when he’s feeling particularly possessive, making sure the indents of his teeth (see: fangs) show 

Unlike his brother, it was not a surprise to see Beel’s pact show up on your stomach. Evenly placed in the middle, it was your second biggest pact that reached a little below your belly button (much before your pelvis) and up to two inches below the tip of your sternum. Lights up a neon red when activated— almost like a warning sign.  The feeling is practically numbing, like there’s suddenly a black hole there instead. 

Always gives a big, dopey grin whenever he catches sight of it and offers you a bite of whatever he’s eating 

He likes to nuzzle his head against the mark, occasionally sleeping there when he’s not holding you 

Instead of having just an arm around your waist in town, he’ll also splay his hand over part of your stomach to feel even closer 

Loves blowing raspberries right in the center of the sigil 

Beel’s lock screen is a picture of you and him where you’re smiling with your arms raised in a cheer while he’s holding you up in his arms- in his fangol uniform and extremely sweaty- but with an even bigger grin as he rests his head against your stomach

Asmo’s pact shows up along your sternum, rather than being in a risqué location like you were expecting, and fits in the center of your chest thanks to its smaller size. When activated, the color varies from baby pink to hot pink, depending on exactly how much strength is flowing through the pact. It feels like a pleasant tingle blooming throughout your entire chest, slowly moving down to the rest of your body the longer it’s in use. 

Rests his forehead over the area as a silent way of saying ‘I’m here, I love you, thank you for loving me as me’ especially when he’s feeling insecure 

Uses it as the perfect excuse to include cleavage windows amongst the clothing he picks out for you 

Likes to watch it turn from the lightest innocent shade to the darkest lust shade

Whenever you’re both doing a spa day, he makes sure to trace his sigil because it ‘will keep our relationship healthy!’ 

Cried the first time you showed it to him because you brought him closer so he could rest his head over it and the sound of your heartbeat made him feel so loved 

You’ll find Satan’s pact marking your left wrist. It’s one of your smaller ones; it doesn’t pass the sides of your forearm and stays right below the wrist line— has a diameter of 3 inches from top to bottom. Is a neutral forest green when in use and gets either duller or brighter depending on how angry you get. Activating it brings a sensation bordering between a nice, cozy warmth and a scalding, burning warmth. 

Kisses over the mark all. the. time. 

also nuzzles his head against it like a cat

Like Levi, he has a habit of biting his mark whenever his sin starts to take hold of either of you

Can’t help but feel fuzzy whenever he sees it, no matter how many times he’s seen it 

His favorite bookmark is a pocket sized photo of you throwing up a peace sign with his sigil showing

Located on your lower back, Belphie’s pact is very much the equivalent of a tramp stamp. A nice medium sized sigil that sits right in the middle, over your spine. When activated, the color is a faint amethyst with blue speckles floating about, no brighter than a nightlight. It sends a deep haze through you, like the feeling of finally settling into a comfy bed after a long day. 

Falls asleep with his head resting against his pact— it’s one of his favorite spots

Has a hand resting there whenever you go out; it makes him feel assured and keeps him from losing you (he did that once…he nearly threw a tantrum in the middle of town) 

His eyes always dart to your lower back when your shirt starts riding up 

Can sit for hours and watch the blue speckles shift around

Another biter! Anytime he gets jealous or even just wants your attention, he’s biting over his mark sharply

Lucifer’s pact ends up on the back of your neck, big enough to see all the details, but small enough to fit right under your hairline and down to the base of your neck without stretching to the sides. It glimmers a deep, sapphire blue when in use and has a quick electric feel when first activated that smooths out into the equivalent of a light, steady buzz.

Has a habit of gently grabbing the back of your neck to get your attention (only when you’re alone)

Places a kiss in the center of the sigil every night before bed and every morning before leaving the bed

He doesn’t show it, but whenever his pact is visible in public, it sends a shock of pride right through him every time

While he would like to claim he’s more composed than his brothers, he also has the habit of biting his mark whenever he gets jealous or possessive 

Tends to cup the back of your neck whenever you two kiss (and sometimes digs his fingers into the flesh gently when it gets a bit heated)

+bonus 

Finally receiving one on your legs, Barbatos’ pact shows up on the outer side of your right ankle. Roughly the same size as Satan’s, it stops above your ankle bone and doesn’t breach the sides of your calf. The color comes in slow waves of jade green when in use and has a feel equal to being lost alone in an eerie forest— the coldness of the air and the distinct feeling of not actually being the only one there. 

Subconsciously rubs his thumb over the mark whenever you’re casually lounging together

Anytime he’s helping you put your shoes on, he insists, because he is a gentlemen, he places a slow kiss in the center of the mark (if you’re wearing pants or long socks, he’ll pull up/down the material just to do so and then fix it right back) 

There’s a picture hidden in your, Asmo, and Solomon’s D.D.D of a back shot of Barbatos, overcoat off, with your leg thrown over his shoulder, pact mark glowing on the skin of your ankle— magic works wonders when secretly snapping good shots

When you first formed a pact with him, everyone could see the silent smugness he radiated, but no one knew why for weeks because they couldn’t see the mark (everyone flipped once they did find out, though) 

The rare times you’re both seated at a table together when he isn’t running around catering to everybody, he keens every time to rub your ankle against his under the table

Much to his surprise [and slight embarrassment], Mephisto’s mark appears on your left upper thigh, right under the hip bone. It’s also a good medium size, circling right in the center. It glows a pretty, royal shade of magenta when activated; gives you the feeling of simultaneously being both annoyed and accomplished. 

Discreetly grabs your hips anytime he’s passing by behind you and runs his fingers over his mark before letting go 

Anytime you throw your legs over him when lounging around, he always- absentmindedly- goes to rub over his mark

And another biter! He does try to maintain some ‘class’, but when it gets down to it and he’s just so frustrated and jealous, sinking his teeth into his pact makes him feel so much better

Sometimes gets insecure because his can’t be shown off as easily as the others

After seeing his pact activate for the first time, he became obsessed with the color magenta on you

Diavolo’s pact is the smallest one you have, formed to be discreet and to be able to fit behind your left ear; it's unnoticeable unless someone is actively looking for it. When in use, it’s a dull maroon shade- no brighter than one of those glow in the dark star decals. The feeling is that of having a powerful sugar rush. 

Adores cupping your face for a kiss and being able to press his fingers against his mark discreetly 

Was actually a bit pouty when he discovered it was far more hidden that the other pacts you have, but got over it pretty quickly

Got into the habit of brushing your hair behind your ear, just so he could touch his pact

Kisses the center of it every time you leave the castle 

His home screen is a picture of you holding your hair up, revealing his mark, as you stick your tongue out playfully 

++extra bonus 

You get Simeon’s on the inner part of your right thigh, another one medium in size— about 3.5 inches in diameter, top to bottom. Activating it makes the pact shine with a gentle turquoise color. It’s a feeling of tranquility, of being secure and relaxed. 

Enjoys resting his head over the mark whenever you’re both laying around 

Caresses that area every time you’re seated in his lap

Even he didn’t expect it, but he’s also a biter; he’s gentle with it, though, knowing his mark is at a rather tender spot until those possessive urges hit

Involuntarily scowls when he sees one of the others touching the area his mark is at

+++extra extra reverse!bonus 

Your pact mark goes right over Solomon’s pelvic bone— a nice medium size to where it doesn’t show above his pants (if someone were to catch him with his shirt off). It swirls a pearlescent white when activated. 

You send him a sly look anytime he talks to one of the other demons he has a pact with (except for Barbatos) and it makes him weak every. single. time.

He practically keens every time you glide your nails across your pact

Embarrassed when he finds a picture on your D.D.D of him laying on his back, your thighs locked on either side of him, with your fingers curled in the fabric of his pants, pulling the material down just far enough to see your pact (but he doesn’t make you delete it)

Has to refrain from jolting whenever you sneak up behind him and press your hand down over your mark

Don’t even get him started on the times you and Barbatos team up to tease him

[angeloftheodd]

Sanrio: Dopey Demons (1979) 😈🤍❤️

📸 Hello Kitty Wiki

[ahses2ahes]

So, I’m thinking… Josh Hutchinson just being a total sub. All cute and adorable and dumb with this big puppy eyes. Like this photo:

The way he looks? Those big dopey eyes? I wanna ruin him. So this came to mind. (Warnings: bondage, blind folding, overstimulation, mommy kink (he calls reader mama), collar & leash, vibrators, titty sucking, it’s raunchy guys… seriously, be careful. Also, this isn’t meant for just Josh Hutchison, technically, it could literally be any of his appropriate characters I just love those dopey little puppy eyes.)

Josh comes home from work one day, but he’s in trouble and doesn’t know it yet. He did something or another (in my head it’s he jerked off with a clean pair of panties which meant he broke a rule and dirtied perfectly fine panties so he is in a lot of trouble) and the first thing you do when you get him is act all soft and nice. You give him some soft kisses, give him some sweet smiles, so that when you pull out a leash and collar, he’s excited. And that’s because he doesn’t know what’s coming…

So you get it on him, get him nakey. You give him some soft kisses as you tie his hands to each post of the bed. He is all smiley and excited until you pull up the pair of ruined panties. Poor boys eyes widen and he is giving you that sorry puppy look. So, you tied a vibrator to his dick. But you make it worse by blindfolding him. So since he wants to masturbate and be a whore you leave him. You go grocery shopping do whatever all the while he is at home unable to control himself or stop himself from cumming over and over again!

By the time you get homeand untie him he is so fucked out and so dumb that he can barely even form words. The only real sentance he can say is “Mama, ‘m sorry, mama,” as he nuzzles into your tits. So you let him fuck you and suck on your tits while you play with his hair and pet him.

I dunno what took over there. A demon? A monster? Idk but whatever happened it made this.

[coldbronzemoon]

Danny Fenton, Totally Mortal Hero Consultant (DPxDC)

Snippet for an AU I'll probably never fully write where Danny takes a job as a consultant for the Justice League to help with ghost and demon bullshit. It's a pretty good cash flow to help him with college, after all, and very flexible hours.

He just claims all his knowledge comes from his parents. Unfortunately, the JL has caught word of the elusive yet active hero Phantom, and want Danny to help them meet and assess him. Whoops.

Over the phone, Tucker sighed. “Good Christ, Danny, why do you keep doing this?”

“I’m not doing anything,” Danny said immediately. He winced at the vague sound of screaming below. Demons sucked. “I didn’t know the JL thing was gonna have me finding Phantom. How would I? They were talking about tracking down powerful ghosts, I was assuming Ancients!”

Tucker sighed again, which was really quite unfair of him. “Mhm. Well, Fenton Catcher?”

“Probably not. They know me pretty well at this point, and unlike what Sam says I can be professional. I’d confuse them with the… uh…”

“Stoner shtick?”

There was more screaming happening, but judging from the pitch it was a demon screaming this time. Danny checked the situation. Yep, demon getting their ass kicked. He didn’t need to get involved with a blaster. Yet.

Instead, he scowled at his phone. “Stop calling it that.”

“You’re gonna tell me flanny Danny wasn’t a pitch-perfect stoner, huh? With the chill vibing and the dopey look?”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, bud.” 

The sound of a clacking keyboard that had underlined their conversation stopped. “But seriously, Danny, what the hell are you gonna do with this?”

“Uh, lie, probably,” Danny said, because it was very likely.

“Alright, smartass, what are you going to do when that lie backfires on you like literally every other one does?”

“That’s when I start gaslighting, gatekeeping, and girlbossing, babe.”

He had a hard time hearing Tucker’s distant groan of “Why am I still your friend?” on account of the sudden explosion. Danny checked again. Hm. Demon dude had a nasty fire thing going on.

Danny switched on his Fenton water gun—holy water included!-- and shot the demon in the face. They let out a cracking hiss of rage, but dropped the fire spell thing. He waited for them to stop looking around wildly for the culprit for a moment. 

He went back to the call. “‘Cause you loooove me, Tuck. From the bottom of your twice-dead heart.”

“Unfortunately,” Tucker deadpanned.

Danny just cackled. It was lost amongst the sound of supernatural bullshit below.

“Anyway, I’m still figuring out my plan A, honestly. Might bring in gray-man?”

“Amorpho’s an asshole, though. He’ll ruin the whole thing by taking the opportunity to shift into a JL member for a bit.”

Hm. True.

“Yeah, but he’s the main guy I know with that power set.”

“Ask after Desiree?” He could hear the immediate distaste in Tucker’s voice. “Ugh, pretend I didn’t say that. That’s worse than Amorpho.”

“It’s awful,” Danny agreed easily. 

Desiree was actually pretty alright nowadays, mostly on account of Danny remembering the last couple minutes of Aladdin and wishing she could refuse wishes she didn’t want to grant. That had made her happy enough to stop actively picking fights. 

Unfortunately, spending the entirety of one’s afterlife twisting the wording of wishes to their worst form made it hard to stop being an asshole. Who knew! So getting Desiree to split him in two for like a week had a 50/50 chance of fucking up his work relationship with the literal league of superheroes irrevocably. And this was his main cash flow right now.

So, no Desiree, no siree.

“Come up with something better then, asshole.”

Danny hummed and, since the heroes below were focused on the demon, lifted up a little and did a thoughtful back flip. What to do, what to do…?

Oh!

“My cousin!” he exclaimed.

“What cous—? Oh, Ellie.”

“Yeah, Ellie, Tuck. Which other cousins do I have?”

Tucker scoffed. “You literally have that whole Nightingale thing going on through your dad?”

Danny couldn’t help the face he made. The remaining Nightingales were worse than his parents somehow. “The Nightingales don’t count.”

“You can’t just say they don’t count.”

“I can say that, actually, and I will. They’re, like, cousins through my great-great-great-grandpa anyway.”

“Isn’t there a fight going on over there? Should you be shooting someone?”

 “Yeah, probably.”

He peaked down through the window once more. The heroes must have gotten the first demon to leave while he was talking, because the horned demon fighting them now was a truly unfortunate shade of yellow-green instead of purple. Or maybe it had transformed for some reason? They had it about as in-hand as the other one, though, so Danny definitely didn’t need to go down there. He shot the maybe-new demon in the face real quick.

“Anyway, Ellie can totally help out, she’s been practicing with changing up her looks. She’s also more, uh, malleable than me, what with her situation and all. Looking fully like Phantom shouldn’t be hard.”

Tucker hummed. “She’d try to embarrass you though.”

“Yeah, that’s a problem.” Danny spun in place. “I could bribe her?”

“With what? Her life doesn’t involve needing much cash.”

“She doesn’t get out to the Zone very much. Not many of the inhabited places, anyway. I can promise her the weird apple things Dora’s been growing with Sam’s help, she loved those.”

“If you think that’ll work…” Tucker trailed off dubiously.

Danny laughed. “She’s annoying sometimes, but she’s not gonna fuck over my job if I ask her not to. I’ll just bribe her extra hard for resisting the temptation to mock me.”

“Fair enough.” The clacking of keys resumed. “I’ve really gotta pay attention now, someone’s trying to stop me from getting into this database. Someone half-decent, actually, did they upgrade? Hm. Make sure no one died, yeah?”

“They’re alive. Bye, Tuck,” Danny said, and ended the call.

He shoved his phone back into his jacket pocket and made his way down the stairs. The fight outside he had been stationed for was basically over—Captain Marvel and Green Lantern (Danny was pretty sure he had accidentally learned the dude’s actual name at some point, but hell if he could remember)—had pulled out the magic restraints one of the other consultants had handed out.

That had probably been Constantine. Ugh. Constantine. Dude could stand to lighten up a little; skulking and smoking all the time wasn’t the base state of someone enjoyable to be around. Then again, Danny knew he annoyed the shit out of some of the league with his own attitude, so he maybe shouldn’t talk. But at least he was annoying with a smile!

Case in point: Danny grinned at the heroes. “Got it handled?”

“Suppose so,” said the Green Lantern, “though a little more help would have been nice.”

Captain Marvel was too busy getting in a minor tussle with the demon to say anything either way.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m like, pretty mortal,” Danny said. “I’m not fucking with demons right where they can hit me. And I did shoot him!”

Green Lantern rolled his eyes, but admitted the point. Danny cheerfully flipped him off anyway.

“I’ll be heading out, then, the hellmouth this guy crawled out of is like three miles away.” Captain Marvel said, hauling the handcuffed demon over his shoulders like a very angry backpack.

“Oh, one more for the road!” 

Danny hit the demon with a final water gun shot. Hissing and scrunching their face like a cat, the demon tried to lunge at him. It wasn’t very successful. Weirdly non-verbal for a demon, who usually had to talk to make deals and steal mortal souls, but Danny wouldn’t judge. Might be a minor demon. A really basic imp? Who knew.

“Stop being a little bitch and you won’t get spray-bottled, asshole,” Danny chided.

With a loud laugh, Captain Marvel sped away.

[her-satanic-wiles]

Kinktober Day 6 - Frottage

Cardinal Terzo x Reader

Sweet, horny Cardinal… so desperate to get off, even if it means rubbing against a hunk of plastic to do it.

Masterlist ⛧ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Words: 2.8k.

Reading Time: 11 min.

Warnings: begging, brat, degradation, frottage, implied overstimulation, sex toys, spanking,

Taglist: @akayuki56 @alien-the-ghost @amazing-bobinsky @angellayercake @anonymous-appreciation @babydestinyinfluencer @bitchywitchygardener @blossomsea @call-me-little-sunshine84 @copiaspet622 @copiasslut @cosmixxdust @da-rulah @dolceterzo @dopey-fandom-girl @faithisyours @ghoulishxdelights @high-above-the-city @howlingco @inkstainedrat @kaijukimchi @kenken-the-shoggoth @ledger-kaos @magopi @megachaoticstupid @meliza1001 @miss-leto @mommy-dust @neganwifey25-blog @piaart @saintbowie @shycardinale @sister-of-sin-claudia @sisterof-sin @sodoswitchimage @the-did-i-ask @xiyingly @zombiesnips-blog

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Terzo was rarely on his best behaviour, and you wouldn’t have had him any other way. His reputation at the Ministry was well-established—flirting, playing his little games, drinking like there was no tomorrow, and generally having the time of his life. It didn’t faze you. You were far too secure in your own power, too certain of your hold over him. It didn’t matter who he flirted with or what sweet nothings he whispered in their ear; it was all part of his performance. After all, it was always your bed he returned to, always your name spilling from his lips in breathless moans when he was inside you.

In fact, you rather enjoyed watching him toy with others. The way they blushed and fidgeted under his attention, thinking for a fleeting moment they might stand a chance. But they never did. Their hopes were dashed the moment he stepped through your door at the end of the night. And the thought amused you to no end. If only they knew. If only they could see the great Cardinal Terzo—the Satanic Casanova himself—reduced to a whimpering, desperate mess beneath your hands, pleading like a child because you weren’t giving him the touch he so craved. Oh, how delicious it was, holding all that power, savouring the way he squirmed under your control, knowing that no matter what he did or said to others, you were the one who truly owned him.

He was hard and wanting, gasping for air and sighing in frustration, skin flushed and reddened from your stinging and punishing slaps. He was so needy, so pliant, so frantic with desire, that his mind was completely blank save for his all-consuming need to be pounded into the mattress by you. His eyes never left the strap-on, mouth drooling and hole clenching. Desperate, desperate, desperate. Those little hips bucking upwards, wanton and chasing the silicone strapped to your crotch in his dire need to be filled.

You tutted at your lover, condescension dripping deliciously from your voice. “My little demon isn’t behaving himself very well,” you commented, watching his cock jump at the patronising tone you’d taken.

Terzo’s voice came out ragged, barely above a whisper, thick with need as he pleaded, “I’m sorry, please, I’ll be good. I’ll do anything, just—please, do something.” His hips bucked again, a futile attempt to chase the sensation, his eyes glazed with lust and desperation as he begged, “I need it, I need you. Please, let me have it… I’ll be your good little demon, I swear.”

It was evil - your little power trip, but it was too delicious. Making this thirty-five-year-old man suffer was so much fun, how could you stop now? “I like hearing you beg,” you taunted. “But… I’m not convinced yet.” You leaned in closer, letting your breath ghost over his trembling body. “Beg harder, show me just how desperate you are. Maybe then I’ll consider giving my pathetic little demon what he wants… if you can prove you deserve it.”

As you leaned over him, your toy ran over the underside of his cock, making him his in response. It was the first whiff of pleasure he’d had for ten minutes, and he was going to take it. His body began to move softly beneath you, handlessly maneuvering his cock up and down the silicone shaft in an attempt to sneakily draw pleasure from you. It wasn’t a perfect sensation: there wasn’t as much pressure as he needed so it felt barely like a tickle. All it did was drive him crazier, but he didn’t know what else to do. He was so driven by his base desires, this seemed perfect in comparison to the alternative.

He whimpered.

And you caught his hips. Of course, he wasn’t as sneaky as he thought he was, and it was fun to let him think otherwise. But his desperation had sent a shockwave of ideas into your brain, and an evil plan had concocted in that moment. “Oh, Terzo,” you said, feigning disappointment. “I expected you to wait for your pleasure. I told you to beg… and instead, you think you can take what’s mine without permission?” Your voice dripped with condescension, every word laced with taunting authority.

Terzo whimpered, already anticipating the punishment he knew was coming. He was so close to breaking, his entire body on the verge of collapse beneath you.

You leaned forward, pressing your body against his, letting the cool silicone of the strap-on slide tantalisingly along his shaft without giving him the satisfaction of being filled. His breath hitched, body trembling as he instinctively bucked his hips, trying to get some friction. You smirked, knowing this was driving him wild.

“No,” you whispered cruelly, running the toy along his length again, slower this time, making sure it barely grazed his most sensitive spots. “You don’t get to have it that easy.” You shifted, positioning yourself so your body was pressed snugly against him, the pressure just enough to tease. “You’re going to work for your pleasure… and this,” you teased, grinding against him with calculated, torturous strokes, “this is all you’re getting until I’m satisfied.”

The friction of your bodies moving together—skin against skin, your toy gliding up and down his throbbing need—wasn’t enough to drive either of you to the edge, but it was enough to send waves of frustrating pleasure coursing through him. The tension built with each slow grind, and you could feel his muscles tense as he tried to chase more sensation.

You moved your hand between your bodies to keep your cocks lined up and touching continuously, wrapping your fingers around his shaft to keep it still as you continued stroking the underside of him, silicone tip touching its flesh counterpart and making him sing for you. Tiny whimpers falling from his lips as he ran his nails down your back, leaving red whelts in their wake. He looked so beautiful like this: falling apart at the slightest of touches. A sight that would, no doubt, haunt you in your sleep.

You buried your head in his neck as you continued to rub yourself against him, licking and kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin there. Muffled, you said, “I thought I told you to beg, Terzo.”

Terzo was be completely overwhelmed by his desire, barely able to form coherent thoughts but desperate to obey. His voice came out breathy, broken between the tiny whimpers escaping his lips:

“I’m begging—please, I’m… b-begging, I need y-you. I’ll do anything, just please… don’t st-stop.” His fingers dug into your back even harder, nails scraping down your skin as he arched into your touch. His hips would buck slightly against the grip you had on him, futile in their attempts to seek more. “I can’t—please, I’m y-yours, I’ll be good, just—oh, please, I can’t take it anymore…”

His body trembled beneath you, desperate to prove his submission, his every breath laden with need as he begged for mercy.

You lined your mouth up with his ear and dropped your voice down low, “What do you want me to do, Terzo?”

Terzo’s breath hitched, his heart racing at your question, every ounce of desperation flooding his voice as he stammered, “I-I want you to touch me, to fill me up… p-please, just like before. I need you to m-make me feel good.” He turned his head slightly, struggling to maintain eye contact as his gaze flickered with overwhelming need. “I want to feel you inside m-me… to lose myself in y-you. Please… I can’t stand it any longer. Non posso farcela! I’ll be good, I swear,” he added, voice shaking, every word a frantic plea that dripped with urgency. He whimpered, his body writhing beneath you, completely lost in the torrent of desire.

His breath was quickening and his eyes watered a little, the desperation manifesting in other ways. You bit his ear then did the unthinkable: you pulled away.

The loss of your weight on his body was disturbing at best. He’d begged! He’d done everything you asked him to do. He was a good boy, why would you do this to him? He watched in near horror at you flipping onto your back and get comfortable. You poured a little lube from the bottle on the bedside table onto the dildo and rubbed it over the silicone. “Come on, my little demon,” your sweet voice enticingly extended the invitation. “I’m getting tired - come take over for me, won’t you?”

Terzo didn’t need to be told twice. He scrambled to his knees above you, taking purchase on your juicy thighs he was so obsessed with, before lining himself up with the silicone once more and rubbing himself over it. His own grip was tight - far tighter than yours ever was. His movements were also quick.

The feeling was divine.

As Terzo lined himself up with the silicone, the sensation overwhelmed him. The moment he made contact, a rush of pleasure shot through his body, igniting every nerve ending. The smooth surface glided against him, the slickness of the lube enhancing the friction just right. He felt the gentle resistance as he pressed down, the pressure building deliciously, sending waves of euphoria cascading through him.

His own grip tightened, instinctively seeking more—more pressure, more sensation—as he rubbed himself along the shaft, feeling each ridge so intimately, they were scored into his memory. Each movement was frantic, his body instinctively chasing that euphoric high, lost in the rhythmic pleasure of the back-and-forth.

The delicious fullness of the silicone made him gasp, a blend of intensity and ecstasy that seemed to consume him. He felt so desperate, so achingly aware of the exquisite stimulation, as his hips bucked of their own accord, driving him deeper into the sensation. It was a divine melding of pleasure and urgency, as if every thrust was pulling him closer to an edge he could barely comprehend.

As he moved, he couldn’t help but revel in the feeling of being completely consumed by desire, each stroke drawing him closer to bliss. The world outside faded away, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of the silicone and the thrill of your inviting words echoing in his mind, urging him on.

As Terzo continued to ride the silicone, his pleasure surged to a dizzying peak, and he found himself standing on the edge of sanity. His breaths came in quick gasps, and he started to murmur frantically in Italian and English, his voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy:

“Sathanas, it feels so good! I can’t… I can’t take it anymore! Per favore, please, don’t stop! I need more—ho bisogno di te!” He whimpered, his hips moving faster, urgency pouring out in every thrust. “I’m losing it… sto impazzendo! I want it all, tutto! Just like you said, I’ll be good, I promise!”

His words were laced with urgency and longing, each syllable a plea for release, as he teetered on the brink of overwhelming pleasure.

Your rested your hands on his hips, feeling the soft hairs of his thighs beneath your pinkie. His soft body was covered in sweat, the fat on him jiggling as he moved. The sheen of sweat glistened on his skin, highlighting every curve and contour that made him so undeniably beautiful.

Your gaze roamed over him, admiring the way the soft flesh of his belly quivered with each movement, the gentle jiggle serving as a testament to his body’s pleasure. It was a sight that filled you with a deep, yearning desire; the way his flesh yielded so beautifully to your touch made you ache for him even more.

The way his thighs pressed against yours, soft and inviting, drew you in, and you couldn’t help but appreciate every inch of him—the roundness of his form, the way it seemed to invite your hands, your lips. You loved the way his body moved, so full of life, and how it reflected his surrender to the moment.

As he continued to ride the silicone, you felt a swell of longing as you traced your fingers over the smooth skin of his hips, down to the plush softness of his thighs. Each motion he made, each gasp that fell from his lips, only deepened your admiration. You were utterly captivated by him, the sheer beauty of his body igniting a primal desire within you to worship every curve, to lose yourself in the warmth and softness that was entirely Terzo.

“Sei così bello,” you breathed, the words tumbling from your lips without thought. “You’re so beautiful.” Each syllable was infused with longing, a desperate need to convey just how much he meant to you, how much you cherished every soft, lovely inch of him. “Does it feel good, my love?”

“Y-yes! Sì! It feels incredible!” Terzo gasped, his words tumbling out in a breathless rush, overwhelmed by the sensation coursing through him. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he savoured the pleasure, every thrust pushing him closer to bliss. “I need more… please, just like this!” His voice quivered, a mix of desperation and delight, echoing the yearning that filled the room.

He opened his eyes, locking onto yours, the heat of his gaze filled with longing and adoration. “I can’t get enough… ti amo,” he confessed, the weight of his desire palpable as he surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations, eager to please you as much as himself.

You hummed, low and comforting. You rubbed at his hips and thighs, offering some comfort to his overwhelmed mind as he continued to desperately rut against the toy. “Ti amo anche io, mio piccolo demone. Will you let go? Will you come for me?”

The question hung in the air, igniting a flicker of urgency within him. Terzo’s breath quickened, his body trembling with anticipation. “I-I can’t… I’m so close,” he stammered, his voice shaky and thick with desperation. “I want to—voglio farlo! I need to come for you, please… just a little more!”

His eyes were wide, shimmering with a mixture of need and longing as he sought your approval, your permission. The weight of your words wrapped around him like a silken thread, pulling him closer to the edge he so desperately craved. Every thrust grew more frantic, the sensation of the toy against him blending into a symphony of pleasure that threatened to consume him whole.

With every thrust, the tension within Terzo mounted, spiraling higher and higher until it felt as if he were teetering on the brink of an abyss. His breaths came in ragged gasps, heart pounding in his chest as your words wrapped around him, urging him to let go. “Come for me,” you coaxed, the promise in your voice driving him wild.

“I’m so close!” he cried out, voice trembling with need, his body aching with desire. The pleasure built within him, a potent wave crashing against the shores of his sanity, threatening to pull him under. He could feel the heat pooling low in his belly, a primal force urging him to surrender, to give in completely.

“Please, I need it! I need to come!” he begged, desperation spilling from his lips as he began to lose control, the world around him fading into a blur. Every nerve ending felt alive, igniting under your touch, the sensation of the toy against him sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through his body.

With a final, desperate thrust, the dam broke. “C-coming!” he gasped, the word tumbling from his lips as pleasure exploded within him. It felt like pure, unadulterated bliss, a tidal wave crashing over him, engulfing him entirely. His body shuddered violently as he came, every muscle tightening in a glorious, overwhelming release. The physical proof of it, his white cum, seeped from his hole and dripped onto your own soft stomach, gathering hotly on your skin and decorating you like a canvas.

The force of his climax pulled a loud moan from deep within him, raw and unrestrained, echoing off the walls as he surrendered to the ecstasy. It washed over him in waves, leaving him breathless and trembling, a mix of relief and euphoria coursing through his veins. He was lost in the moment, utterly consumed by the pleasure you had created together, body collapsing against you as he basked in the aftershocks, the warmth of your presence grounding him amidst the bliss.

He leaned forward and captured your lips in a frenzied kiss, hissing and shuddering as you wrapped your fingers around him and began to stroke him lazily.

“Th-thank you,” he whimpered as he began to come down from his high.

“Don’t thank me yet, my little demon.” Your grip on his cock got tighter and you put more effort into stroking him. “You’re going to be coming again tonight.”

Translations:

Non posso farcela! = I can’t do it! (Overwhelmed)

ho bisogno di te! = I need you!

sto impazzendo! = I’m going crazy! or I’m losing my mind!

tutto! = Everything!

Ti amo anche io, mio piccolo demone. = I love you too, my little demon.

voglio farlo! - I want to do it!

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[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#797 One-sided fight!

Barbatos arguing with Mc

Barb*Confused* Why aren’t you saying anything back?

Mc*Looking at him with Sparkly eyes and a dopey grin*I'm not arguing with a demon who has green eyes, long lashes, and a cute nose scrunch, Whatever you say beautiful...

The LilD's laughs whilst Barbatos blushes

What you and Barb's be arguing about?

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Okay I have a silly/fluffy Were-Harpy thought.

Charlie gets more comfortable with her demon side because of Vaggie's harpy form (after the first couple of wrestling bouts, the Harpy seems to *relax* more when charlie's horns and tail are out. Like knowing that Charlie is her equal makes her feel safe). So instead of Charlie's horns and tail only coming out when she's pissed, if you were to peek into their room, you'd find Charlie, horns out, and tail idly curled around Vaggie's claws. She also likes the feel of Charlie's claws preening her feathers~

(Why yes, Vaggie absolutely enjoys them outside of harpy form once she gets her wings back)

charlie getting more comfy in her demon form bc it calms her monster gf and charlie thinks that's honestly amazing ;_;

Harpy Vaggie when her gf is NOT in demon form: obviously loves Charlie very very much but is a little unsettled and depressed her gf isn't reciprocating harpy Vaggie's displays by showing off her full demon power that Vaggie and tell is there, keeps trying to impress Charlie and getting disappointed when no horns come out as a result, still loves the hugs tho

Harpy Vaggie when Charlie DOES go into demon form around her: Giddy! Delighted!! FLuffing up like a poof ball! PROUD AND SMUG that demon Charlie wants to nest with HER. Snugging Charlie SOOO much and loving her gf's "talons" and how good they are at preening

she will also be utterly fucking embarrassed when Charlie shows her the selfies of this later. Nothing sillier looking than a giant bird monster sprawled flat on it's back in bliss all dopey from gf claw scritches

[fletchingbrilliant]

Good evening, my sinful skanks. Katie Killjoy is back with an update on Princess Morningstar's ill-advised attempt at love and togetherness through horrible bloodshed, the Helluva Hungry Games!

The opening of the games has kicked off, and blood has already been shed. Do you think the dopey princess is rethinking her brilliant scheme already? Probably not, but that means more bloody entertainment for us!

All twenty-four contestants were circled up on motion sensative plates, rigged to explode should anyone step off before the bloodshed was set to begin. One of our intrepid battlers didn't take too kindly to the request to be patient:

The cameras trained on Team Nine are temporarily down after the explosion, so we do not yet know what fate Cherri Bomb suffered due to her impatience.

As for the rest, as soon as the horn sounded, they were off. Some made strategic (read: COWARDLY) retreats into the surrounding forest. But others were more bold, and headed for the massive cornucopia in the center of the arena. It was filled to the brim with supplies; weapons, food, fresh water, all things these idiots are gonna need if they want to survive.

I found it especially hilarious when, in the first few moments after the horn sounded, the King's imp showed an impressive level of grace and dexterity:

One of our angellic guests snatched up a spear, and was intent on making her presence known:

Looks like her attack met its mark. But I'm with the mutt, what's up with the gold blood, Vaggie? Katie's got the scoop of a lifetime here, motherfuckers!

We also managed to snag a shot from inside the Cornucopia itself, and it seems that Team Three isn't going to get very far, seeing as one member is still deathly afraid of the other. Especially now that she's found a very shiny, very sharp sickle:

We didn't think it worthwhile to catalogue the other events, so here's a quick summary of the rest of the teams activity thus far:

Team 2: Angel Dust and Adam kept surprisingly even pace with each other in a hasty retreat to avoid early carnage

Team 5: Sir Pentious acquired a pack of fishing gear, while Emily unearthed a trident before the pair vanished into the woods

Team 6: Neither Husk nor Stolas had to say much to agree that retreat was the best choice

Team 8: Asmodeus carried the princess with him into the woods, apparently concerned that none of this was a great idea

Team 11: Vox and Moxxie went in separate directions, Moxxie snatching up a backpack filled with unknown supplies, and Vox went off to set up camp fairly close to the Cornucopia. No word on whether they've regrouped

Team 12: After Fizzarolli ran screaming from his partner, we lost track of both him and the Radio Demon

That wraps up our reporting on the initial Bloodbath! Stay tuned to see how they handle the rest of the day! This is Katie Killjoy signing off!