#gusion skin

[fangdokja]

Fleeing is futile. The hunt has only just begun.

❤︎ Synopsis. As they claim you piece by piece, the silence of your resistance is the sweetest melody to their madness.

♡ Book. Forbidden Fruits: Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Granger x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Gusion x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Aamon x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Xavier x Fem. Reader

♡ Headcanons. When Love Kills - Part 1

♡ Word Count. 3,966

♡ TW. dom + top + older yandere, non con, psychological manipulation and conditioning, suggestive themes, fear play, emotional manipulation and abuse, hints at rough play and sex, forced relationship, psychological and emotional trauma, isolation, monitoring, lack of boundaries, non con kissing and touching, implied kidnapping, bondage and restraints, stalking, BDSM

♡ A/N. Why can't I find any quality reader insert for my favorite game of all time. Gusion + Granger + Xavier combo wohhh. I've now fulfilled a childhood want. So gonna do this again, I don't care if it's fanfic underrated. Granger's cooked so hard.

♡ Granger.

The shadows of the dimly lit room press against your skin like the cold fingers of death itself. His gaze—piercing, calculating—lingers on you with an intensity that makes your breath catch. Granger does not speak; words have never been his forte. It’s the weight of his silence that crushes you, the unspoken symphony of violence and desire that thrums between you like an electric current.

You stand there, your arms bound, the rough cords biting into your wrists, a grotesque imitation of the violin strings he cherishes so dearly. He leans against the far wall, the red scarf draped over his shoulder like a swath of blood, his pale hands meticulously cleaning the barrel of Dirge. The metallic sheen of the weapon glints in the low light, and for a moment, you wonder if the cold steel of the muzzle will touch your temple tonight, a kiss of death laced with his deranged affection.

He has always been methodical, deliberate. Granger does not rush, for he finds no pleasure in haste. His every movement is a calculated note in the sonata of your despair. His leather gloves creak softly as he sets the gun aside and steps closer, his boots echoing ominously in the confined space. The smell of gunpowder and faint, acrid sweat follows him, a scent you’ve come to associate with your cage—both physical and emotional.

His touch, when it comes, is featherlight, a mockery of tenderness. His fingers trace the curve of your jaw, tilting your face upward to meet his shadowed eyes. They’re not cruel, not overtly violent, but they burn with a simmering hunger that no amount of carnage could sate. He studies you like he’s dissecting a prey he’s already gutted, curious and detached yet filled with a predatory satisfaction.

"You think you can scream," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your bones. "But here... no one hears. No one comes. This silence—" he leans closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear—"is the sweetest part of the requiem."

The violin case rests nearby, its ominous presence a constant reminder of his duality. Inside lies Requiem, a weapon that has sung the dirge of countless demons, yet in his hands, it becomes something more—a symbol of his madness, his grief, his obsession. You’ve seen him caress the case with more reverence than he’s ever shown another human being. It’s as if his soul, fractured and jagged, resides within its confines.

His hands trail lower, the leather of his gloves scraping against your skin, leaving a path of gooseflesh in their wake. You shudder, but it’s not from the cold. It’s the way his touch feels like ownership, like a brand searing into your flesh.

Granger is not gentle. He doesn’t believe in softness. The world has never been kind to him, and he sees no reason to extend that courtesy to anyone, least of all you. Yet there’s an artistry to his cruelty, a methodical precision that speaks of his inner torment. You are his audience, his instrument, and tonight, he intends to play you until you break.

His lips curve into a faint smirk as he tilts your head back, his gloved hand gripping your throat with just enough pressure to make your pulse quicken. "Do you know," he whispers, his tone almost conversational, "why I keep you alive?"

You don’t answer. You can’t.

"It’s not for love," he continues, his voice dark, melodic. "It’s not for affection or warmth. Those are luxuries I cannot afford. No..." His thumb brushes over your racing pulse, savoring the way it flutters like a trapped bird. "It’s because you make the silence bearable. Your fear, your resistance, your tears—they’re the melody that drowns out the noise."

And then, with the same eerie grace that defines him, he steps back, leaving you gasping for air. He retrieves the violin case, opening it with the care of a man unveiling a sacred relic. The instrument gleams in the dim light, its polished surface unmarred by the bloodshed it has witnessed.

He plays for you sometimes—not out of kindness, but to remind you of the life you’ll never reclaim. The mournful notes fill the room, echoing off the walls like a dirge for the living. It’s beautiful, haunting, a stark contrast to the violence that defines him.

As the final note fades, he sets the violin aside and turns to you once more. His eyes gleam with a dark satisfaction, a predator surveying his prey.

"You won’t leave," he says, his voice soft but firm, like a command written in stone. "Not because you can’t... but because deep down, you know. You belong to me."

And as the darkness closes in, you realize with chilling clarity that he’s right.

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♡ Gusion.

The moon hung over Castle Aberleen, a luminous scythe against the abyss of the night. Its light seeped through the jagged cracks of the ancient stone walls, pooling on the icy floors in fractured streams. The chill that crept through the air was unnatural, a biting presence that clung to your skin and made your breaths visible, each exhalation dissipating like ghosts lost to the void. In the suffocating silence, he waited, cloaked in the shadows that seemed to bend to his will, as though even the darkness obeyed his command.

Gusion watched you from the far corner of the room, his lean figure blending seamlessly into the dimness. There was a precision to his stillness, a calculated tension coiled in his frame like a blade poised on the verge of unsheathing. His eyes, sharp and unforgiving as cut glass, traced the fragile contours of your form. Every rise and fall of your chest as you slumbered, every shift of your limbs under the thin blanket, was etched into his memory with surgical exactness.

He had always been fascinated by fragility—how effortlessly it could break, how its destruction revealed the truth beneath. You were no different. Soft, vulnerable, utterly unprepared for the monster that had breached the sanctuary of your quarters. You were an enigma he sought to unravel, a riddle written in the language of skin and bone, breath and pulse. And oh, how tempting it was to solve you.

You stirred faintly in your sleep, your lips parting as a muted sigh escaped. The sound was nearly imperceptible, but to him, it resonated like a siren’s call. His fingers twitched at his sides, where faint tendrils of light magic flickered like the dying embers of a fire barely restrained. It would take so little to touch you—to mark you—and leave behind evidence of his existence in the hollows of your being.

“You sleep so peacefully,” he murmured under his breath, his voice a low cadence of menace and reverence. The words were not meant for you to hear, yet they seemed to hang in the air, heavy and undeniable. He stepped closer, his movements so deliberate, so unnervingly silent that not even the creak of the floorboards betrayed him.

The room itself seemed complicit in his intrusion. The faint scent of lavender that clung to your skin mingled with the metallic tang of the cold, creating an intoxicating blend that muddled his senses. He stopped mere inches from your bed, his gaze devouring every detail of you. The delicate curve of your neck, the vulnerability in the way your fingers curled loosely against the sheets—all of it was an invitation, whether you realized it or not.

“Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?” he whispered, his breath brushing against the shell of your ear. His words were a scalpel, slicing through the stillness with surgical precision. You stirred again, a faint whimper escaping your lips, but his hand was already on you, firm and unyielding, pinning you to the bed before consciousness could fully grasp your predicament.

Your eyes snapped open, wide and glazed with panic as they met his. The sheer intensity of his gaze rooted you in place, a predator’s focus locking onto prey. He loomed over you, his presence overwhelming, suffocating, as though the air itself had been stolen from your lungs.

“Shh...” His voice was deceptively gentle, a soft croon that barely masked the razor edge beneath. “Don’t scream. You wouldn’t want to make this harder than it needs to be, would you?”

His fingers brushed against your jaw, tilting your chin upward with an unsettling tenderness that belied the bruising force of his grip. The juxtaposition was calculated, designed to disorient and unnerve. His touch was cold, clinical, yet imbued with a possessiveness that sent a shiver racing down your spine.

“You’re trembling,” he observed, his lips curving into a smile that was equal parts amusement and malice. “Is it fear? Or something else? I wonder…”

Your body betrayed you, trembling under his scrutiny even as your mind screamed for escape. The struggle only seemed to amuse him further, his expression darkening with satisfaction as his hands began to roam. Every movement was deliberate, methodical, as though he were dissecting you with his touch alone.

“So fragile,” he murmured, his voice laced with something akin to awe. “So exquisitely breakable. It’s almost poetic, really.”

The faint hum of his magic grew louder, a pulsating rhythm that resonated in your very bones. The light it emitted cast eerie shadows across the room, distorting reality into something nightmarish. He leaned closer, his breath hot against your skin, as his lips ghosted over the sensitive curve of your neck.

“Did you think you could run from me?” he asked, his tone conversational yet dripping with menace. “Did you truly believe you could hide?”

His teeth grazed your skin, a fleeting threat that sent a jolt of terror coursing through you. The pressure increased, sharp enough to draw blood but not quite enough to break the skin. He reveled in your reaction, the way your body stiffened, your breaths coming in shallow, desperate gasps.

“You belong to me,” he growled, the words a binding oath that echoed through the room. “No one else will ever touch you. No one else will ever have you. Do you understand?”

The air was thick with the scent of blood and magic, an intoxicating blend that blurred the line between pain and pleasure. His hands tightened around you, his fingers digging into your flesh with bruising intensity. The room seemed to close in around you, the walls pressing in like the jaws of some monstrous beast, trapping you in this twisted tableau.

“Stop struggling,” he hissed, his voice a venomous command that left no room for defiance. “It’s pointless. You’re mine. You always have been.”

When he finally pulled away, his expression was one of dark triumph. His fingers trailed down your body one last time, leaving behind a searing heat that felt like a brand, marking you as irrevocably his. The faint glow of his magic lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of his presence.

“Remember this,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “No matter where you go, no matter how far you run, I will find you. And when I do, it will be as though you never left.”

As he disappeared into the shadows, leaving you trembling and broken in his wake, the echo of his words lingered, a sinister promise that etched itself into your soul. And in the oppressive silence that followed, you knew with chilling certainty that he was right.

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♡ Aamon.

It begins in the silence of Castle Aberleen, where the cold moonlight filters through stained glass, painting the stone walls with fractured colors of blue and crimson. Aamon, the Duke of Shards, watches you with an expression carved from ice and fire. His pale eyes are unreadable, glinting like his conjured mana shards—beautiful, sharp, and merciless.

To him, you are not just a curiosity but a challenge—a test of his resolve, his discipline, his control. Yet control is a tenuous thing, a thread stretched too tight. He doesn’t break it outright; no, breaking things is for common men. Aamon unravels control strand by strand, methodically, purposefully, until there is nothing left to bind him but his own desire, raw and unrelenting.

You never asked to be caught in his orbit. Perhaps it was your misfortune, or perhaps it was his. He doesn’t care to decide. He only knows that you are here now, your shadow crossing his domain like a streak of sunlight piercing the abyss, and that alone is enough to condemn you. Not to death—no, death is too fleeting, too easy—but to him. To the cage he will forge from his affection, his obsession, and his cruelty.

When he first touches you, it’s almost gentle, almost tender—a gloved hand brushing against your arm as he leans close, his breath cold against your ear. He whispers something, words meant to soothe, but the undertone is unmistakable. It's a warning, a claim, a promise. His lips curl into a faint smile, but his eyes betray him. They are dark, bottomless, promising horrors you can barely fathom.

You try to resist, of course. It’s in your nature, as much as it’s in his to pursue. Resistance makes it sweeter for him. He thrives on the dance, the back-and-forth, the tension stretched so tight it threatens to snap. Each time you pull away, he tightens his grip, his patience fraying but his desire sharpening. Aamon is not a man to be defied lightly, and you learn this in ways both subtle and brutal.

In the shadows of the castle, he strips away your defenses with a precision that speaks of his training. His words are daggers, cutting through your resolve, leaving you raw and exposed. He speaks of duty, of loyalty, of love twisted into something unrecognizable. His voice is a low murmur, smooth as silk and just as binding. "You don't understand," he tells you, his tone almost mournful. "Everything I do, everything I am, is for the ones I love. For you."

But love, in his hands, is a weapon. He wields it expertly, slicing through your will until there’s nothing left but your trembling submission. When he finally claims you, it is not an act of passion but of possession. His touch is scorching, his hands roaming your body as if to memorize every curve, every shiver, every desperate gasp. He moves with calculated grace, his strength tempered by an unyielding need to dominate, to control. Every kiss, every caress, is a mark of ownership, a declaration that you are his and his alone.

He takes his time, savoring each moment, each sound you make, each futile struggle. His voice, low and commanding, pierces through the haze of fear and desire. "You belong to me," he says, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "Every breath, every thought, every inch of you. Mine."

And yet, there’s a fragility to his madness, a crack in the armor. In the quiet moments, when the heat of his rage and desire subsides, he looks at you with something resembling vulnerability. He doesn’t apologize—he never would—but there’s an unspoken plea in his eyes, a desperate need for you to understand, to accept him for what he is.

But acceptance is not your choice. He has stripped that from you, just as he has stripped away your freedom, your dignity, your sense of self. What remains is a hollow echo of the person you once were, a reflection of the man who has claimed you.

Aamon is not kind. He is not gentle. But in the rare moments when he allows himself to be soft, it is almost worse. Because in those moments, you see the man beneath the monster, and it becomes all too clear: he is not beyond redemption, but he chooses this path, this darkness. And he has chosen you to walk it with him, whether you will it or not.

And so, the Duke of Shards keeps you close, his most precious possession, his most exquisite torment. He watches you as he would a star in the void—something beautiful, distant, and entirely his.

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♡ Xavier.

The silence drips like blood, thick and suffocating, pooling around the dim chamber where you stand paralyzed. Shadows lick at the edges of the barrier Xavier has erected, its stark light casting cruel illumination on the scene. His eyes—blue, sharp, and cold as a blade—are fixed on you, and though his lips curl into the faintest approximation of a smile, there’s nothing but venom beneath it. He looms over you, impossibly tall, broad-shouldered, and clad in the pristine vestments of his station. A contradiction: the embodiment of light, yet soaked in a darkness that seeps from every pore.

“Did you think,” he begins, his voice a measured hum, low and dangerous, “that you could slip from the light’s grasp? Even shadows are born of its radiance.”

You flinch against the searing gaze that seems to strip you bare, his power coiling like a serpent around your chest. The mystic energy that crackles in the air is suffocating, a living thing that laps hungrily at your skin. Each breath you take feels stolen. He has caged you here, the walls of light forming an inescapable prison—your last, bitter sanctuary. His presence dominates the space, a crushing inevitability that consumes the very concept of escape.

He steps closer. The sound of his boots on the stone floor echoes with deliberate finality, each step a nail driven into the coffin of your freedom. The heat radiating from him is overwhelming, oppressive, and alive with a silent promise. You try to look anywhere but at him, anywhere but at the man who stands as both executioner and savior. But his gloved hand is there, tilting your chin with a gentleness so at odds with the storm raging behind his eyes.

“Look at me,” he orders, and the authority in his voice strikes something primal within you. Reluctantly, trembling, you obey. His sapphire eyes gleam with an unholy intensity, a fire that threatens to consume you. “That’s better. I prefer seeing the truth written on your face.”

His thumb brushes over your lower lip, slow and deliberate, as though testing the boundary between what is his to possess and what he has yet to claim. The contact burns, not with heat but with the cold inevitability of a man who has decided he will not be denied.

“You defied me,” he whispers, his tone threaded with something more dangerous than anger—a quiet, simmering madness. “You spat in the face of everything I’ve sacrificed. Do you understand what that means?”

You want to answer, to plead, to scream, but his grip shifts faster than thought. In one smooth motion, he’s seized your wrists and pinned them above your head, his strength inhuman, unyielding. The barrier at your back thrums with energy, and its light burns against your skin. You can feel his breath against your cheek, warm and steady, even as yours comes in ragged, panicked gasps.

“Ten years,” he growls, the words rasping out like a confession to the abyss. “Ten years of serving hypocrisy, of fighting for a world unworthy of salvation. Ten years of losing pieces of myself, piece by bloody piece.”

His voice breaks, but only for an instant. The mask slips, revealing the depth of his despair before the cruelty returns, sharper than before. He leans closer, his lips brushing the curve of your ear.

“And now you dare to defy me? You, of all people?”

The question is rhetorical; he’s not interested in answers. His other hand, gloved and steady, moves from your chin to trail down your arm, each touch a cruel mimicry of affection. Your body reacts against your will, muscles trembling under his predatory attention. There’s nothing soft about his touch—it’s clinical, calculated, the touch of a man dissecting his prey to savor its fragility.

“You’re afraid,” he observes, his voice tinged with something akin to delight. “Good. Fear suits you. It’s honest.”

There’s a glint of amusement in his eyes as he tightens his hold on your wrists, forcing your body flush against the barrier. The light behind you flares, casting his features into stark relief. He is beautiful, impossibly so, but it’s the kind of beauty that scars—the razor’s edge of a man who has abandoned all pretenses of humanity.

“Do you want to know what I’ve learned in all these years?” he asks, his tone softening to something almost mournful. “Righteousness is a lie. Justice, mercy, hope… illusions spun to keep the masses compliant. There is no light without darkness, no salvation without sacrifice. And you—” he pauses, his lips brushing against your temple, “—you were supposed to be my solace. My tether.”

His words hit like blows, each one carving a deeper wound in the fragile armor of your resolve. Tears prick at your eyes, unbidden, and he notices. Of course, he notices. A cruel smile spreads across his face, and his thumb brushes away the first tear that falls, smearing it across your cheek.

“But solace is a luxury I no longer deserve,” he continues, his voice dipping into something darker, more intimate. “So instead, I’ll take what I need. What I’m owed.”

The mystic energy in the air thickens, the barrier behind you pulsing in time with your racing heartbeat. He presses closer, his body a furnace against your trembling form. There’s a hunger in his eyes now, an all-consuming need that has nothing to do with the righteousness he once championed. He wants to break you, to carve his name into your soul, to make you his in every way that matters and some that don’t.

“You can struggle,” he murmurs, his lips so close to yours that the words seem to linger between you, “but it won’t change anything. The light consumes everything it touches, and you… you are too exquisite to remain unclaimed.”

His lips brush yours, a ghost of a kiss that’s more cruel than tender, leaving you gasping. His grip on your wrists doesn’t falter, even as his free hand moves to cradle your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. You search his face for humanity, for some shred of the man he once was, but all you find is the abyss staring back.

“Hate me if it makes you feel better,” he says, his tone almost gentle. “Fight me. Curse me. In the end, it won’t matter. You’ll belong to me.”

The barrier flares one last time, bathing the room in blinding light. For a moment, you’re weightless, untethered from everything but the reality of his presence. Xavier’s lips curve into a smirk, and his voice drops to a whisper that cuts deeper than any blade.

“One way or another.”

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[roxxiies]

BEFORE IT ENDS . . .

snypss: celebrating the new year together with them. sfw, gn!reader, reader is the character's lover.

ft: hayabusa, fredrinn, gusion, leomord, guinevere, ling

Hayabusa gives you a warm smile as his hand slips behind you, guiding you through the lantern-lit path in the village after the festivities. For now, it's just the two of you.

He invites you to join him for Kakizome, carefully grinding the ink stone before writing the kanji on a sheet of washi paper. As you watch in quiet curiosity, you finally ask, "What did you wish for?"

He glances up at you with a soft smile. “That one day you’ll not just be my partner anymore… that one day, you’ll officially be mine.”

Fredrinn brings you to his favorite tavern, where the atmosphere wraps around the two of you like an embrace. “Crowds aren’t my thing,” he murmurs, gesturing around the space, “but this—” his eyes linger on you for a second—“this feels like home.”

As the clock strikes midnight, he leans closer, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Happy New Year, darling.”

He clinks his glass against yours as the warmth of his words hang in the air.

Gusion leads you to a secluded hill, far from the noisy crowds but still a perfect view of the village. The chilly air hits your skin, but before you can shiver, he offers his coat over your shoulders.

“You deserve the best view, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice soft yet steady. As the fireworks light up the sky, you can feel his gaze on you as if you're more captivating than the display above.

“Happy New Year,” he whispers before pulling you into a kiss.

Leomord invites you to the courtyard of his castle, where soft music fills the air. The moon casts a silver glow on his armor as he steps toward you as he bowed slightly and offered his hand. “May I have this dance to start the year with you, darling?” he asks with his formal tone softened by the tenderness in his eyes.

He leads you gracefully through a waltz, his movements steady and precise. As the final bell of midnight chimes, he pauses, lifting your hand to brush a gentle kiss against your knuckles.

“Happy New Year,” he says with a rare smile. “This… is the beginning of something eternal.”

Guinevere’s laughter fills the grand hall as she whirls you onto the dance floor of a New Year’s ball she’s prepared just for the two of you. Her energy is contagious and you can’t help but laugh along as she twirls and spins you to the music.

“This is how we welcome the New Year—with style!” she exclaims as her eyes shine. As the countdown reaches its end, she pulls you close, her cheeks flushed from champagne and dancing.

“Happy New Year!” she beams before brushing a quick and bold kiss to your lips, leaving you flushed and breathless.

Ling leads you to the highest rooftop, the world sprawling beneath your feet. He smirks, his usual cocky demeanor softened by the view. “I wanted us to start the year on top,” he jokes.

As fireworks erupt in the distance, painting the night sky with bursts of light, he wraps an arm around you. “I would’ve stared at the fireworks,” he says softly, his voice lowering as he looks at you.

“But you’re an even more breathtaking sight.”

[kikiwooo]

[ What are you getting for Valentine's Day? ]

notes; multiple characters

© @/kikiwooo

X.Borg

A really well made heart shaped necklace that he's pretty proud of. It gives off a warm feeling upon coming into contact with your skin.

Julian

A bouquet of chocolate roses. A sweet present for his one and only.

Fredrinn

He has fixed his whole place (Fredrinn's) accordingly to the event of the day, white pink and red.. balloons and sparkles everywhere. Also there's rather a big cake sitting on top of his desk.

Lancelot

Never a Valentine's Day is go not him dramatically asking your hand to a dance in a middle of a rose garden.

Claude

Be prepared to find all kinds of jewellery under your pillow, also brand new clothes waiting for you.

Ling

A baby koi fish that he caught. He knows you'll look after it better than he will.

Natan

He'll get you something really ancient.. like a pretty old fashioned crown left from an glorious kingdom, or an extincted animal. Maybe a rather heavy book about literally anything just because you were interested in it.

Aamon

...Ironically you found the Duke on his knees on top of the bed, wrapped in red ribbon rather tightly and glaring at you with a little note which was written in Gusion's handwriting...

Yin

Did you knew that he's quite skilled in making flower crowns? Whatever he uses to make them they'd look perfect like his smile. By using literally anything

Granger

A photo album filled with the two of you. Didn't knew that he had quite the eye for photography.

Joy

A cake. A full cake...not bitten or licked, how suspicious. It's cute to see her so determined to give you this.

Zilong

A dragon plushy with a long and fluffy scarf he made. He made? He made.

Hanabi

She actually takes you out to a nice romantic dinner. Only the two of you and nothing to hide..

Miya

A nice and a pleasant moments with her under the moon while it shines down onto both of you. There's a small stream down there with silver fish swimming in it.

Argus

A gorgeous white dove. His claw like hands held the creature in his light grip and offers to you- the dive tilts it's head ever so slightly, looking at you with a curious gaze.

Gusion

He got both of you matching oversized hoodies for you guys to toe each other with its ropes.

Lunox

She'll take you out with her to watch many shows and be part to many events, occasionally winning each other many things.

Beatrix

A small colourful notebook filled with you and her's doodles with notes here and there, it seemed to be kept daily.

Nolan

A walk around the Eruditio with him side by side, watching many events of Valentine's unfold. He'd take you to a high spot to watch the fireworks at the end of the day.

Guinevere

This day is so important to this lady, from going to many places, eating every kind of foods and drinking a huge variety of drinks, also going to shopping and returning with dozens of bags.

Lieh

.......he'll let you top him tonight.

Kadita

She'll gift you the brightest and the biggest pearl in her ocean.

Khaleed

A parrot with vivid colours, it has a huge cage and what's the best of it- it's friendly and sings.

Yu Zhong

A charm from the Black Dragon himself to protect you from the evil.

Leomord

Horse riding. Whether you choose to ride with or side by side.

[sparkbeast20]

WHB Nobles/Ars Goetia's Sexual Paraphilias

Note: Some of these definition I only search through Google. (The list will be updated every time there's a new devil is been revealed) MINORS DNI

Gehenna (Satan's Region)

Leraye

Keraunophilia - Sexuoeroticism for the sound of Thunder

Sitri

Cardiophilia - Sexuoeroticism for the sound of heartbeats

Paimon

Haematophilia - Sexuoeroticism for Blood

Astaroth

Narratophilia - Sexual interest and arousal obtained from speaking or hearing sexually explicit words during sexual activity.

Zagan

Kinesophilia - Sexual arousal hinges around human movement and exercise.

Belial

Discophilia - love for recorded music

Amy

Catagelophilia: Sexual arousal from being humiliated, ridiculed, or made fun of in public or private.

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Juno P. Cruel Orgasm 666

Aphephilia ((h)Aphepilia) - is the scientific term for a sexual fetish concerning being touched.

Abaddon (Asmodeus' Region)

Phenix

Morphophilia - Interest in sexual partners whose body characteristics (e.g., height, weight, skin and hair color) are different from one's own.

Dantalian

Autassassinophilia - A paraphilia in which sexual arousal and the achievement of orgasm are facilitated by the fantasy or belief that one is in danger of being killed.

Ronove

Acrotomophilia - is when a person is sexually aroused by people whose body parts, typically arms or legs, have been amputated or by amputation sites in the body

Tartaros (Mammon's Region)

Bimet

Timophilia - A primary arousal from gold or wealth.

Eligos

Diaphanophilia - Sexual fondness for viewing nudity through diaphanous fabrics such as veils, underwear, baby dolls, etc.

Hades (Leviathan's Region)

Barbatos

Heliophilia - The property of an organism being attracted to sunlight.

Foras

Scopophilia - Literally, the love of looking.

Glasyalabolas

Necrophilia - sexual intercourse with or attraction towards corpses.

Orias

Autopedophilia - refers to the gaining of sexual pleasure from dressing as a child, pretending to be a child, or having a sexual fantasy about being a child.

Paradise Lost (Lucifer's Region)

Marbas

Merinthophilia - Sexual arousal from being tied up.

Morax

Stigmatophilia - Sexual interest in and arousal by a partner who is tattooed or has scars, or by having oneself tattooed, particularly in the genital area.

Buer

Doraphilia - Sexuoerotic arousal and fetishistic fondness for the smell and feel of animal skin, fur, and leather.

Gamigin

Ablutophilia (uncountable) (rare) A paraphilia involving sexual excitement from baths or showers.

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Rin JJ. wanking night

Basculophilia - The desire to be dandled or rocked in order to obtain a pleasurable sexual excitation.

Avisos (Beelzebub's Region)

Stolas

Pecattiphilia - Sexual arousal from performing an act one believes is a sin.

Bael

Olfactophilia - Sexual arousal by, smells and odors emanating from the body, especially the sexual areas.

Amon

Harmatophilia - is the fetish or preference for people who break rules or commit mistakes.

Naberius

Autozoophilia - A paraphilia in which the person is attracted to seeing themselves in the position of an animal in a sexual encounter. It is not the same as Zoophilia, the attraction to animals.

Niflheim (Belphegor's Region)

Gusion

Sapiophilia - a person who is sexually attracted to a person with intelligence.

Bathin

Hodophila - One who loves to travel.

Andrealphus

Oculophilia - A paraphilia involving sexual attraction to eyes and the licking of eyes; eye fetishism.

Beleth

Tobaccophilia - one who gets sexual pleasure from tobacco.

Agares

Hybristophilia - one who is sexually aroused by a criminal offender.

Vassago

Homilophilia - Sexuoerotic arousal and pleasure from hearing or giving sermons and speeches.

Human world

Minhyeok

Melcryptovestimentaphilia - sexual fetish or fantasies about women's black underwear/lingerie.

Heaven

Gabriel

Hierophilia - Sexual arousal from sacred objects.

Michael

Erotophonophilia - sexual arousal or gratification contingent on the death of a human being.

Raphael

Automysophilia - is a fetish for being dirty or being defiled.

[goszixx]

Unexpected

Notes: totally didn’t make this two weeks ago-

Warning: reader is a meanie :(, slight crying, overstimulated, no protection, semi public (a common theme in my smut’s apparently)

What a loser. The way his cock sloppily slammed into you, the wet sounds echoing throughout the classroom that he was suppose to be tutoring you in. Not that you need it. You simply asked him as a dare, knowing how it should plan out. A dare to have sex with the cockiest and most uptight kid in the grade. Sometimes you wonder how such a priss is vice president of the student council. With how big the stick is up his ass you wondered how he could focous in anything else.

His pace grew, his thrusts not stopping, jamming into your tight hole as his fingers clenched your legs. They pulled at the fat of your thigh, your eyes narrowing on the vice’s tilted back head and exposed neck. It would have been better if you got to fuck his brother, the president, instead. Aamon was hotter, smarter and all around better person. It drove Gusion mad whenever someone could compare the two. The thought of moaning his brother’s name instead, just to fuck with him, has crossed your mind.

“God I’m fucking yo-u dumb.” Gusion huffed as sweat clung to his bangs. His shirt was off, exposing his slightly tanned skin and lean figure.

“Like hell you are.” You mumbled under your breath after giving a fake nod. Sure the action of sex turned you on but seeing Gusion try to act dominate didn’t. Though what else could you expect from the lesser brother. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m going to cum!”

Semen surged into Gusion’s condom, his head spinning as wet pants left his abused lips. His head fell, brunette locks going everywhere. You rose a brow when he stopped thrusting, noticing how his body seemed tense afterwards. Usually having sex with you has the opposite reaction. However, when you saw a single tear drip down his chin you couldn’t help the scoff that came from you.

Gusion froze, biting his lip. He quickly wiped the tear from his eye and tried not to stammer over his words. “I-I better get going.” He rushed before beginning to pull out. Curiousity got the better of you. You clenched around him, watching as the cutest and dirtiest moan came from his lips. His upper body fell on yours, your legs wrapping around his fitted waist while his face burried in your cupped breasts. You didn’t bother taking your bra off since he seemed to get off just fine.

With your legs, you pulled him closer. He whined in your boobs, hands gripping tightly on your hips. “Is little old Gusion sensitive. Don’t tell me you’re a sub, makes sense why you can’t fuck for shit.” You smirked. It was unexpected, but you could feel the vice president grow inside of you, twitching. You would be lying if you said it didn’t intrigue you.

He picked up his head, chin still resting on your chest, “I’m n-ot submissive you dumb slut.” He bit back with a hiss. Though it’s hard to take anything he says seriously with red dusting his cheeks, the blush blazing to his ears.

The slut comment was fair, he was fucking you in a classroom with you on top of a desk mostly naked. But, that doesn’t mean you’ll let it slide, “Calling me a slut when you can’t even make me cum? For the vice president you sure are stupid to think a person with straight A’s suddenly needs tutoring.”

Gusion choked back a moan as his cock ached in your hole. “I-I-”

“You what Gu Gu?” You teased, your hands cupping his face to bring him closer. His eyes were glossy as tears filled them. “I never d-i-d be-fore!” He argued, though it was more of a cry. His cheeks were hot in your hands, burning and ablaze from the humiliation that seeped through his body.

“I’d hope so, no girl should have to go through that.” You scoffed with amusement. His hips jerked slightly as his eyes rolled back, “fu-ck I can’t do more.” He whimpered, cried, and pleaded for you to have mercy on him. He was a virgin, it’s not shocking how sensitive he was, especially since now he’s more turned on then ever.

A little laugh left your lips, “You say that but your cock is aching inside me Gusion.” Pulling him closer to you, you whispered into his ear, “Do you feel dirty, vice? How about you take off that condom, I’m on the pill anyways. Do you want to know how to pleasure women?” Your tongue traced the shell of his ear, feeling him shudder underneath.

Another whine left his red lips as you nibbled on the skin, a hand going up to pull his hair roughly. “You-u dum-ngh!” His voice shattered in a moan the harder you bit on his ear. You sucked the resistance out of him, making him melt on you. You could feel the sweat of his chest on your stomach as his lips quivered around the flesh on your mounds. For a moment you said nothing, hearing him pant as his cock drifted out of your pussy.

He shuffled, moving his hand down to pull off the condom and toss it somewhere on the floor. A tingling sensation filled your chest from the vibration that came from Gusion. He was speaking but seemed to be too embarrassed. You sighed, “What was that Gu Gu, speak up.”

Painstakingly, the Vice picked up his head. His eyes glowed in lust while his cheeks where illuminated in embarrassment. “Teach me…” He mumbled. For someone so cocky he sure seemed to be a puppy. Funny how that attitude melted away as soon as he got a taste of you.

He swallowed thickly from your stare. He knew that wasn’t enough, he knew you wanted to humiliate him more. “Teach m-e how to f-fuck you.” The Vice stated in a too demanding tone. Your finger traced the lump of his Adam’s apple, watching it bob before he spoke again. “Please.”

Your lips tugged into a smirk as you patted his head, his bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat. “Don’t cum until I say so ok?” Gusion gave a weak nod before picking his body up. You sucked in his sloppy cock with ease as he stammered over his words. Its as if his body ached for you, his tongue seeming too big for his own mouth as he leaned over you and babbled nonsense. His body weight shifted to one of his hands while the other held your hips, pushing them down. His nails dug into you but it didn’t cause pain, he bit his lip as he tried his hardest not to hurt you. “Fu-ck you feel really good~” His pleasure was on a whole other level as you pooled around him.

All of it turned you on. The sight of him flustered and drooling. The smell of arousal radiating from a man who has been secretly pining over you for years. That’s why he picks on you, pokes fun at you, not that it ever worked. So when he got the chance to tutor you he couldn’t pass it up no matter how strange it seemed. The classroom echoed with his moans, only making more embarrassment leak out from his drooling cock. You moved one of your hands to take out your breasts, the other grabbing onto Gusion’s. He flinched at the touch but settled down. His eyes went wide at your perky nipples, they were erected and pretty.

Curiousity got the better of the man as he slid his thumb across the bud. Pride swelled up in him when a small sigh left your lips. He continued that pace, watching you twist and turn from the small stimulation. “Move.” You uttered, one of your hands coming up to scratch his back.

Gusion obeyed with a buzzed expression, a small goofy smile being held on his lips. He tried thrusting but could only make it half way before whining. You clicked your tongue, “How pathetic, I said move didn’t I?”

“I- shit you idiot I ca-n’t!” He groaned. “You’re sucking me too mu-ngh~” The vice’s sentence was cut off by you slamming your lips into his. He cried on your lips as you pressed down on his cock, forcing him to take the rest of you. He whimpered as your tongue invaded his mouth, yet his hips started gaining ryhthem. The wet noises of your pussy flooded his flushed ears as your tongue traced the roof of his mouth. You devoured him, dominated him in his own mouth and man it turned him own. Your wetness dropped onto his thighs as he slammed his cock inside you.

Loving the noises your cunt made only made him go crazier. His hand found your breast again. Pinching and pulling at your nipple as a way to take revenge on you, hearing you moan in his mouth as his eyes roll back. Your hips met his, both of you determine to fuck the shit out of each other. Nails dug into his back, scratching his pretty skin enough that he knew marks would form later. He released your lips and pressed his chest against yours.

Both Gusion’s hands returned to your thighs, pinching at the fat on your legs and lightly slapping your ass to test the waters. He’d rub them after smoothly, never wanting to hurt you. “God, look who likes taking my cock now.” He whispered in the shell of your ear as you gripped him tighter. You grit your teeth, “D-don’t get cocky.”

A light laugh game from Gusion before his teeth grazed your ear. He pulled lightly at the lobe, planting a kiss on the shell before biting on it. He sucked it roughly, no doubt creating a hickey. “Fuck-k Gusion~ keep doing that I’m close~”

“Finall-y y/n. Now cum on my cock for me.” He groaned, moving one of his hands back up to pull at your abused nipples. His balls smacked against the curve of your ass. Everything feeling wet and dirty from how much you were leaking all over him. A choked whimper came from Gusion when he felt you clench around him so tight he was sure it was impossible to move. Your back arched as cum surged into you, leaving it oozing out of you once he pulled out.

Deep breaths left your lips from your release. Your boobs bouncing with your chest, your mouth open and ear ear bruised. Gusion bent down in front of the desk, not caring about the mess you both made on the floor. A hiched breath left you as the vice spread your lower lips open with his fingers. “W-What are you doing?” You hissed but didn’t move.

Lustful eyes peered from brunette locks. Gusion’s tongue rolled out almost as if he were in a trance. Drool peeked from his lips in hunger from the sight. How he destroyed your insides and pumped you full. Now all your mixed arousal was leaking out of your pretty cunt. “Let me clean you up. I’m still hungry.”

[tokiyumejo]

Just a guess, ALRIGHT ?

eyebags, dark skin on a king, lip piercings - what others wanted but i want it too

as I doubt he is 100% collected war general (just look at country description and what Gusion says) - pajamas under coat and bangs sticking out

there is no scar and hair are just black, it's my messy sketching, alright ?

would be funny if i will be onto something(2) with pajama and bangs sticking out...boss of 3 sexy employees, show urself / j

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[3xen]

I need more gusion fanfics.... Specifically enemies to lovers please...... Please....there no more gusion fanfics I've scearched a03 Tumblr Wattpad pls....

forbidden desires; gusion it was your mission to kill gusion paxley—an enemy to your kingdom, a hidden lover.

n. had this msg in my inbox for quite some time. im so srry for taking so long to write it. if i ever feel like it, ill make a better version <3 for gusion's mask, i imagined his night owl skin!

c. enemies to lovers, forbidden relationship, unrequited love, angst, ooc(?)

the night of the masquerade party.

you pulled him aside from the crowd—a fiery glare being his greeting. he wore a silver mask, two purple ombre feathers sprouting out lavishly from the top-sides. you lightly caressed his shoulders, your lips curving into a charming smile.

“you reek of hostility.” he scoffs at your attempts to lighten the mood. you can only respond in a laugh at his reaction—fully amused. slowly, you start to sway your hips as his hands find its place at your waist.

“i was forced to be here.” he confesses, warily following your movements. “what’s your name?”

“_____.”

“my brother invited you?”

“a hand-written letter.” you confirm, the two of you starting to spin in place—matching the rhythm of the ballroom music. his orbs lock onto yours, the intensity of the moment is overbearing—your instincts telling you to look away. but you don’t, growing more invested as it continues.

your mission was to merely stall gusion.

“the castle is under attack!” a voice belares amidst the crowd.

he was a formidable foe.

“get to safety!”

and for a moment, it felt safe–in his arms.

“_____!” a look of panic flashes across his eyes.

at first, it’s denial.

his eyes frantically search the room—for any sign of you. but, you're gone. all that's left behind is that mask you wore.

it’s been a while since that night.

you wished you acted on logic, moreover, your own desires. through that short time, you managed to attach yourself to him. it was nothing sweet, it ate like maggots at your brain.

the mere thought had you bound and helpless.

“the backway gate is your only form of entrance. the safest,” the voice pauses, intent on getting this plan through your head.

“_____? are you listening?” you jolt awake, eyes blinking to soothe the strain.

“yes? yes. i-im listening.”

“this is crucial, not just as the heir to the throne but our kingdom as a whole. don’t mess this up.” you nod repeatedly, making it appear to seem as if you're interested.

-

castle aberleen.

you wander quietly through the main hall, pushing a rolling cart filled with cups and platters. you were dressed as a servant with formal attire.

‘it should be marked with a name..’

you skimmed through the letters of each door as you passed. finally, you stumbled upon a certain door, marked with ‘gusion paxley’.

as you stood in front of his door, ready to enter, you took a few deep breaths while your legs and hands began to feel like jello. the tips of your fingers suddenly becoming cold as you start to zone off.

the crickets from outside seemingly stopped chirping as the room began to feel more and more isolated. you pull yourself out of the endless trance by pinching your thigh, causing a deep shiver to run through your spine.

“sir, your tea is ready.” you coo as your mind wanders elsewhere; wondering if this was the right thing to do.

your kingdoms haven’t always been on bad terms, you were once honorable allies. somewhere in you, believed the two kingdoms were capable enough to form a treaty. it would surely declare peace between the lands.

you didn’t think you would have enough courage to kill gusion paxley but you weren’t going to disobey your kingdom’s orders, you couldn’t. you were too afraid of rejection.

“leave it at the door.” you can clearly see the shadows of his feet through the bottom of the door. you sigh, sadly even.

you slowly crack the door open, placing a hand on your leg holster. something in you hoped he’d flee, that’d he’d completely leave the lands. it would avoid more issues, no more killing, no more pain.

before you fully enter his room, you’re tackled to the ground by strong hands. he flips you on your back, dead intent on catching this assailant. his eyes lock on your figure, his expression consisting of shock and hurt.

“_____..” his soft voice trails off, you manage to maintain eye-contact through your teary lashes. your body melts in his arms, a feeling of warmth and fondness.

“im sorry.” you murmur while he places his hand on the back of your head, pulling you firmly into his chest. you can feel his breath hitch, he strokes your hair gingerly, almost like a silent apology.

“i’ll protect you.”

© 3xen

[2af-afterdark]

Hello, amazing person.

I am asking for yet again another WHB headcanon from you because I cannot sleep and would like to know; How would our dear demons sleep ? If they sleep at all.

We know for a fact that at least Hades' demons share a room, Barbatos talks in his sleep (from Foras' daily chat), that Stolas needs his pillow... (Stolas' daily chat) but how do you picture the rest of them ?

Do they wear fancy pajamas or stay naked ? Do some of them require a plushie or a special pillow, even drag someone to cuddle with ? Do they even have actual beds or sleep on a couch instead ? Do they sleep on the side of the mattress or with splayed limbs like a starfish ? Tell me everything.

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🪰anon sent me a request. I cannot ignore it. Even though they are also making me take a (terrible) test to figure out my second gender. They just keep distracting me from my important task of finishing my OC splash pages. My brain is fried, but I shall respond 😤

Is it bad if I think Andrealphus sleeps with his eyes open? Like, maybe not fully, but at least partly. Like, they were so badly injured when he was young that I feel there was a period of time where he couldn't properly close them, so he learned to sleep with them open to some capacity. Also don't think he can sleep in the same room as other people because he never knows who may stab him in the back/unsure he will wake up to them still alive. He has trauma, man... Also, he sleeps in the clothes he wore all day.

Bathin sleeps perfectly still and can sleep anywhere. In his travels, he has had to sleep in some strange, small, and/or questionable places so he's learned to roll with the punches.

Gusion counts sheep for fun. Except he counts in weird paterns. Think... He'll count by primes (2,3,5,7,11,13,etc) or squares (1,4,9,16,25,etc).

Naberius sometimes sleeps in puppy form. He also sleeps naked.

Bael hasn't used his own bed in so long that it has gathered dust.

Valefor somehow goes weight training in his sleep. I'm not sure how that's possible, but he has.

Eligos bed is filled will stuffed animals of only the highest quality. They each have a name and a backstory. They are absolutely perfect, not a stitch out of place. There are so many that they are used in place of pillows. Also, he has an absolutely insane bedtime skin/hair routine to make sure he wakes up as cute as always. He, of course, has the most adorable sheer pajamas.

Bimet sleeps cuddling an old school piggy bank.

Marbas sleeps tied to his bed. It's his thing. He enjoys it very much.

Dantalian sleeps in an Ebenezer Scrooge outside. I cannot explain this one. It's just a vibe.

Phenix wakes up to ruined sheets every morning because he can't escape endless orgasms even in his sleep. Yes, he sleeps naked. He also has super soft sheets. Like, the softest.

Astaroth's snake is free roam at night, but he always wakes up to it already cuddled around him because it's looking for warmth (and love).

Paimon will never allow anyone to know it, but he wakes up a hot mess every morning and spends hours getting himself put together.

Getting near Leraye while he sleeps? You will be cuddled and he won't let go.

I feel like Glasyalabolas sleeps sitting up? I don't know why, but I can picture him in a chair, arms crossed, and very stoic in his sleep. He wakes up the second someone enters the room and will wake up. Light sleeper things.

Bonus: Solomon never slept alone. I don't think anyone would let him. lol

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i’m the anon that asked about xavier and fredrinn tag teaming me and i haven’t been brainrotting about fredrinn lately but i’ve been thinking about xavier as a camboy alot 😭 idk the idea just appeals to me. and i’ve been trying to think of other characters that would fit this trope, like i could totally see lancelot, yin and gusion as camboys HAHAHA

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Gusion

lmao gus after his brother didn't give him enough money or overall he doesn't have enough money for himself, quite pitiful indeed. Let's jump straight into it cuz if I ever go into detail that would be an essay +he's paxley so probably there's like lot who knows him and his ego just wouldn't allow him

He probably does challenges about how big and deep he can take in and people just following cuz he's not only a new face but a pretty one too+he's also stubborn. He reads every donation out loud, also those shitty and troll ones too, he's that gullible but he learns it after it happens a few times. his eyes does go wide and his system stops for a few seconds after receiving big ass donation (while having a big ass dildo up his ass, his challenge not mine) will also smirk if the person who donated him challenge to another thing and says they'll pay him even more if he does this and that, Gus will do it no matter how impossible it is. (is that dragon di-

Will frequently invite you to his streams or videos if you guys are in relationship irl, but if you only watch and donate and maybe sing in membership(he has the silliest emotions of himself) he'll favor that one person(it's you)

Yin

INEXPERIENCEDDD I TELL YOU, but somewhat he's pretty good with those dildos, bro's born for it. Lieh is tired of hearing Yin's sloppy whimpers and half moans which he tries so hard to hide.( They're twins) most of the people favor him and only him cuz he's cute.

He recording videos cuz he heard it from Lieh that one makes so much money from it and only it. Yin was insecure at first so he first talked it with one of his very very close friend(you), but like super duper close, he can't handle anyone else other than you so you're his go to. He's pretty vanilla but from time to time he doesn't skip to try new things (𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂), also somehow gets lots of donations even if he does literally nothing and just sits in front of the camera (you know the deal shh)

But if you're one of his viewers, and probably the nicer one than those of the perverts and just keep him in his ground and offer him to do new things to not lose the attention+also keeping him updated about literally everything going around, somehow Yin even offered you a private video just for you- or just a simple invite (lieh didn't liked that)

Lancelot

ALRIGHTTT, lance is experienced and probably has been in this camboy things for years, he's pretty proud of his own body and shamelessly shows it into the camera without any hesitation maybe that's why he's so popular.

Though he's open to the camera, you can never get anything from him real life, he shuts the topic really fast that you can't even argue back. If you're one of his viewers+have membership probably the earliest one, yeah lance over here has a VIP room for y'all like the first seats of the cinema. Lance cares about what his viewers want because that's where the money comes from, no?

Lancelot is actually fond of tight clothes/gears?? Like how they squeeze is skin so deliciously(he knows his chat loves it, he also himself likes them so win?)

Everyone's literally there for his girly moans what are you talking about.

Xavier

Y'all how we got him on here, 's like we won the lottery???? despite being quiet both irl and in front of the camera, we can hear soft grunts and gasps whilst he's taking it hard(I'm not the one salivating no it's you) AHHHH HE'S JUST, PERFECT??? the way his waist and they way he turns around to check, the way his muscles mmhmmmmhmhmhm. Though he likes you interrupting his streams when you come behind him to tease, he scolds you from after the stream (damn). if one of his viewers with membership, he quietly thanks those people (he whispers, asmr fr) at the beginning of the video/stream, doesn't show much of a reaction at the donates, he's doing it for it anyway, but his eyes will visibly widen whenever reaching such lot donations with cute messages(his fandom is 🎀yes both genders),

He's always sore after the streams and videos, no matter how he took it from low, he always ends up sore which he complains about it, but does he make money? yes so so much and he doesn't thinking about giving it up any time soon.

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Warning: Threesome, face riding, masturbating (Male R), teasing? Idk

How much does it take for them to surrender? Your hands caressed both their cheeks, lining their jaw with your index before allowing their heads to fall. Each word that came from your lips held their attention. “Are you still ok with this little game?”

Your eyes lingered on each separately, one stared at you with a flushed face and hooded eyes. His hazel hair was neatly done, his hands cuffed behind his back as he shook his leg eagerly. The crimson on his cheeks dripped down his neck, exposing the secret enjoyment he felt in such a situation. Unlike his normal outfits, the one he had on was simple, easy to take off. “Are you, Gusion?” The brunette nodded feverishly, struggling to not hide his anxiousness.

With a sweet smile, you turned your head to your other partner. His long dark locks framing his ebony skin. It was a rich yet pure color. Sadly, that flawless skin was cursed with a scar across it. Engraved from years ago, it stained the man. His lips, full and reddened, they tugged into a small smirk. “If this is what you want.” He answered in a cocky manner. He was under the impression that you’d be easy on him, or that you can’t go through with the deal they made. The three of you made a bet that you couldn’t take control, or at least not well.

Gusion, always eager to please, was your first on the list. The two men sat side by side, both awaiting the first command. “Gusion my dear, would you like me to touch you?” The question obviously had a sort of caveat, however the brunette didn’t care. Being restrained made his skin burn, his face a light pink. It was beginning to drive him insane. He nodded a few times, failing to keep his excitement at bay.

You took a seat on the edge of your bed, your legs crossed after adjusting the waist line of your favorite panties. The matching set has seem better days, yet drives your men crazy.

A thought ran in your mind seeing Moskov look up and down at you with lust glowing from his crimson stare. At first, you were going to tease Gusion the way you always had, however, today will be different. “My dear.” You cooed, getting the brunette’s immediate attention. “Lay down for me.” The command was heard loud and clear. With his hands cuffed he crawled forward. He laid by his back in front of the bed, his hands over his head.

He couldn’t help how his eyes traced over the curve of your ass as you stood above him. Realization settled in his mind, watching your delicate fingers pull on the sides of your panties, slipping off the fabric before tossing it in Moskov’s direction. The raven’s eyes lingered on the stained cloth, the wet stain prominent and distracting.

In a taunting manner, your hips lowered onto Gusion’s face, your thighs planted on each side. Your hands squeezed his hips as your cunt dripped over his face. It hovered, taunted him as your stare clashed with Moskov’s. The man’s hands were still confined in their cuffs, his legs crossed as he adjusted his lap slightly.

“Please…” Gusion uttered as his tongue peaked from his lips. He wanted it, your cunt on his tongue, using his face to give yourself undeniable pleasure. The thought made his body twitch, making a tent form in his pants. Softly, your hands rubbed up and down his hips. “Do you want to be a good boy, Gusion?”

You could feel Gusion’s cheeks rub against your thigh as he feverishly nodded. “Please, Mommy. Let me be your good boy-“ The wealthy man was cut off in a heart beat. His tongue pressed against your cunt sinfully, his saliva mixing with your arousal as he began to make small circles. His hands squeezed your thighs tightly as you sat completely still.

Twitching, Gusion’s legs began to shift uncomfortably as his tongue worked on your pussy. He enjoyed every second of it, hearing your small moans and groans as he licked every inch of your cunt. Muffled, his pleasure could be heard and felt on your folds. With your gaze shifting from the lustful stare of Moskov, one of your hands fell on Gusion’s thigh, making its way to the bulge in his pants. Your gazed flicked back up to the raven, his chest and shoulders tensed as he watched every move you made.

One finger was all it took to have Gusion buckling under your lower lips. Your thumb pressed on the bulge softly before running down it at a slow rate. “Does my good boy feel that good eating out Mommy?” Once again you could feel Gusion nod, his tongue moving up and down over and over. It bumped your clit, making you stifle a moan.

“If only Moskov was a good boy, he’d get this kind of treatment too.” The raven’s back straighten from the words, his eyes wide as a bit of crimson adds to his ebony skin. So pretty, yet so dangerous. “Do you want to be Mommy’s good boy, Moskov?” Your words echoed in the air, complimented by the stifled noises from Gusion’s lips. He kept working on your cunt, while the raven remained speechless.

“Come here, baby.” You called, your finger gesturing him closer between Gusion’s legs. Something about seeing the raven struggle to crawl towards you, made you smirk. His lips pursed together before turning into a frown, “You know how I feel about pet names…” Moskov trailed off, scarlet lightening on his cheeks.

A chuckle came from your lips as your palm placed flat on Gusion’s trapped erection. His moan broke through your cunt as you cupped him. A faint trace of your body heat lingered on his bulge, but it was more then enough to have him whining. “Put your hand on mine, baby.” You urged as you begin to rock your body back and forth. Your hand grinded up and down Gusion’s throbbing cock while your hips began to rock on his tongue.

With hesitation, the raven put his hand over yours, adding pressure to Gusion’s aching cock. “Fuck.” Gusion hissed, his tongue starting to probe inside of you. He needed more, he wanted to taste you and be touch… touched by

His head began to spin the longer his cock was played with. He wanted more, he wanted… he needed… “Mommy… can Moskov please touch me…” the brunette begged, his hips jetting back and forth to meet the hands of his lovers’.

You leered at the request, watching Moskov’s eyes narrow on the throb of Gusion’s cock beneath him. “What was that, my dear?” You teased again, pressing down on the bulge.

It was so cute watching Gusion stutter under your clit. “C-Can Moskov touch my cock Mommy?” The brunette cried before slamming his tongue back inside you, going deeper then before. You couldn’t help but hump Gusion’s face, matching his eagerness as your hand left his pants. Shakily, Moskov’s hands tugged and pulled on Gusion’s pants until his cock sprung free.

“Good boys.”

Your words echoed in Moskov’s mind as his finger traced the precum dripping from Gusion’s cock. He slowly pumped him, bringing his rough hands up and down the scorching skin. With each thrust he could feel the veins on Gusion’s erection, his flesh sticky from how much the brunette oozed all over him. “You’re so needy.” Moskov commented, his eyes lazy and cheeks reddened. His other hand gripped Gusion’s thigh, squeezing the skin as he watched you ride his face.

An apology brushed your cunt from Gusion’s lips, he was too sensitive to mouth the words properly, too horny to care. You knew he wouldn’t last long and neither would you from how his tongue moved inside of you. Each time he went inside, he’d try to taste more, greedy for your juices.

“Do you want to be my good boy, Moskov? Give in.” You demanded, eyeing the erection raging in his pants. Humping Gusion’s face, your chest rested on his abdomen. Before your face was the cock Moskov was pumping desperately. What a filthy sight.

You reached out your hand between Moskov’s legs. “Are you a good boy Moskov? Hump Mommy’s hand.” The demand didn’t go unheard. As you cupped the raven’s erection, his body reacted on its own. His hips met your palm roughly. He desperately pushed into your hand, so much so that the tip of his cock poked out from his pants. “I want to be Mommy’s good boy.” Moskov cried out as his precum oozed from his reddish tip. He looked so pretty, sweat beading down his neck as his bangs stuck to his forehead. Teeth tore into his plump lips as he rode your hand the best he could.

The tongue inside of you devoured your dripping cunt. The juice making a mess of the brunettes face and chest. Crimson stained his skin, his hand clenching the fat of your ass and thighs.

“What good boys, giving into Mommy’s desires.”

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Niflheim Index

Beleth

(Embittered Companion AU) Summary: After a fight cut short with a random devil that thought you nothing more than a pest, you take a break outside the club. Beleth joins you and offers to have you bite into his skin to get the stress out.

Andrealphus

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Gusion

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Bathin

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Satan: brass knuckles or boxing gloves to punch the shit outta people

Sitri: A tea set

Leraye: a Teddy Bear

Paimon: a key chain (like when Solomon gifted him a key chain!)

Zagan: Work out stuff? Idk😭

Astroth: i have no idea a book,Maybe, idk😭 I know that Astroth is little to zero...

Amy: a jacket like Satan because "We both love Satan!"

Juno: Furerere's he got from Minhyeok!

Mammon: anything MC wanted, I'd say expensive linguistic but technically Mammon already came them that😭 Mammon is just a sugar daddy lolol

Bimit: He'd take MC outt shopping using Mammon's credit card ngl😭 hmm, something personal, though? Shoot He'd give himself to MC ngl😭 I can't see Bimit giving people gifts

Eligos: definitely some cute lingerie with lots og pink bows!

Valefor: I don't know for him ngl, but it would be something usefully, like something they could use to protect themselves or for everyday use.

Leviathan: it will be purple because he has to let MC know their his. He gave him a purple color and a purple bathing suit so everyone knew MC was "his." So it would definitely be something like that. Maybe a purple handmade designer chocker necklace? He also gifted MC a jewel at one point so its definitely something bougie.

Foras: ngl, I feel like he would give MC something seemingly normal but it have a hidden camera inside-

Barbatos: I can definitely see him giving MC roses that he grew, maybe something related.to sun bathing.

Glasyalabolas: I don't know what he would give MC, but it would be something horrific that they would stare at I'm disgust. He'd do it not.becaise he thinks it would be a good gift but just to fuck with MC on their birthday 😭

Orias: I'm getting skin care products but also he would give MC something Nostalgic that reminds people of childhood. Like older kids toys or plushies something that would make you say "oh I haven't seen one of these in a long time!"

Asmodeus: he's giving MC dildos, but not regular dildios, one of those monster fantasy dildos, MC is getting whips, butt plugs, anul hooks, chains, ropes, restrains, ball gags, anything for self pleasing.

Phenix: giving MC one of those bottled necklaces filled with his cum but it's over flowing.

Dantalian: seems like the time to get MC a cute outfit that or a black latex outfit that makes MC look like a dom is gonna step on some cocks.

Ronove: a chainsaw, I can just feel it...

Belphegor: he gets MC hentai manga, not only that but he'd problem give them those cat ears and those "kawaii" lingerie. Some shit belle delphine would wear.

Beleth: Nicotine? I don't know😭 maybe an expensive flask?

Gusion: An abacus

Andrealphus: I was gonna say an angels wings but I feel like he wouldn't do that because he wears angel wings to draw in angels and he wouldn't want angels near MC . so idk, something very sweet though.

Bathin: would give you something from his travels or maybe something from Nefheim because MC doesn't go there often! OoO

Agares: I was gonna say an orange to be funny but he'd prob give MC something to remind them of him, or something to cause distraction since he like villans and criminals.

Vassago: deadass do not know, I love Vassago but all he does is ride Agares meat and loves Harumon😭 cat themed gift?

Lucifer: a medical kit to makesure MC is healthy

Gamigin: I don't knowwwww my brain is farting rn...I was gonna say a rubber ducky but like wtf kinda answer is that😭 I'm so sorry pookie I'm trying to help😭

Marbas: Bondage stuff...?

Morax:...I'm so lost...😭

Buer: people an expensive fur coat

I was thinking so hard, I have two brain cells and I had to go find the 3rd one because it was missing and activate to think of a this. I'm sorry if it's shitty pookie😭😭😭

Any of my whb moots help a gal out, what kinda gifts y'all think the demons would get MC for their birthday (aside from what the kings got them for the anniversary)