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pseudowho · 8 months ago

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Deliverance

Hunting down a monster, you are led to an isolated little town...and into the arms of its enigmatic priest, who harbours a dark secret.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Vampire!Priest!Nanami, monsterfucking, winged vampire, soft!Dom/pleasure!Dom Nanami, loss of faith/disillusionment, enemies to lovers/forbidden lovers, haematophilia, corruption kink

Very much inspired by Mike Flanagan's exceptional "Midnight Mass" which I highly recommend.

Soundtrack: "Take Me To Church" by Hozier, and "All Around Me" by Flyleaf

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The bridge to the mainland lived most of its saltcured life underwater. It rose, skeletal against the fog, as if the wreck of a ship from some bygone era, only twice a day, at low tide.

You were, by now, well-established into this friendly little town; a much-needed teacher to its handful of muddy-toed children. They did now know of your armory, your deadly weaponry. They did not know of your vow to hunt down the monsters that stalked the night.

And, they did not know how you suspected that the beast responsible for the deaths of at least 20 men on the mainland, may be one of their very own. 20 murders all occurring at low-tide, and only low-tide, could not be a coincidence.

They were all scum, you mused to yourself, all rapists, paedophiles and murderers...so perhaps it does have some sort of moral code. It must be here, you reasoned, fingers tapping the woody shelves of your little school cupboard in thought.

Your hunt was hampered by the timekeeping of this sleepy fishing town; often up before sunrise to take to the sea, and back before the sun broke above the horizon, it was not unusual for its residents to sleep during the day, and rise in time for the sunset. Its little church even held an evening mass, attended by plentiful nocturnal residents, after dinner.

"Hello?" A rich baritone, which was beginning to feel so intimately familiar to you, stirred an illicit want in your belly. He called your name. You could not help but run to him.

"--sorry, I'm-- I'm here! In the cupboard!" You called out, breathless in...what? Your rush to get to him? Anticipation? Something...more?

You flurried round the corner, all eager smiles, flyaway hairs and dimples. Your eyes melted so softly upon each others' forms, both sighing with relief. Neither of you knew how the other stirred within.

"Ke--...Father Nanami. What a lovely surprise. You're not usually up so early."

Nanami Kento cut an imposing figure in his cassock and white collar. He was a big man, with mountainous shoulders, and long, broad hands. You remembered the heat that pooled in your belly, the first time he had rolled up his sleeves to help you to move supplies into the schoolhouse, his forearms so alluringly thick and corded. His size belied an easy grace, and the elegant quick-step of a busy, intelligent man.

"I found myself unable to sleep," Kento admitted, his head bowed and hands clasped as he stepped to you. He seemed paler than usual, as he continued, "I was thinking abo--...just, thinking." He finished weakly. His eyes drew so fleetingly to your fast little pulse, thrumming from your throat, down your cleavage. His mouth dried, a double-edged hunger climbing down his abdomen.

"...thinking?" You offered, slowly closing the distance between you. You ached to remove it completely, your respect for his holy vows the only thing that contained you. Kento cleared his throat, running one strong finger between his neck, and corseting black and white collar.

"...wondering. If you would be attending mass. Tonight. I have miss--...you have missed the past week, I believe."

Ah. Yes. There was rarely another time when the homes of the local residents were empty enough to allow for investigation. You had only a few more to ransack, to find your monster, and you could feel yourself closing in on it. You felt a heavy rock of regret in your belly, and you clasped one of Kento's cool, pale hands in your own. His cock twitched, to feel the burn of your flesh against his, in ways so much less intimate than what he had imagined, alone at night.

"I'm so sorry...not tonight," you frowned, and you hurried to reassure Kento as he visibly deflated, "But tomorrow, I promise you. I'll come. Truly." Kento's face, so angular and strong, softened down at you with the hint of a smile.

His hand raised up for a moment, hesitating, before cupping your cheek. You felt your heart skip a beat, the tips of his little and ring fingers ghosting over your pulse point, while his thumb swiped beneath your eye.

"...chalk," Kento whispered, seeing your pupils dilate under his inherent, dangerous magnetism. He wished nothing more than to lean down and taste you, clutched against him and whimpering in the schoolhouse. You heard thunder rumble in the distance, and smelled the petrichor of an oncoming storm.

"...I can't wait," Kento whispered, stepping back from you, with just one backwards glance before sweeping out under the wind and blotting clouds.

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Your hunt had amounted to nothing. Either, your monster was meticulously careful, or your suspicions were incorrect, and it did not reside on this island. There was just one more place you had not explored, and you resigned yourself that you may be heading home sooner than you thought.

And yet, you felt a rope behind your navel, a red string around your finger, holding you here. You decided to complete your final investigation at the home of the priest, who had become the lifeblood that ran inside you, at midnight. He generally stayed late at the church, completing administration. You would be undisturbed.

Armed, rogue-like, you blended with moonlit shadows until you reached the windows outside his bedroom. You peeked through the gaps in the wooden blinds, and were met with an image of Kento, erotic and resplendent, that seared itself into your brain for the rest of your days.

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Kento didn't need sleep, ever since his God had forsaken him. Yet still, he craved that sweet embrace, to take him away from the twisted torture of what he had become. His resolve to die this way, as some fallen angel, had been unexpectedly fractured by the will to live-- fractured by you.

Kento switched the shower off, the last droplets of water running down his back. His cassock and collar were discarded, all woven lies against the skin of a faithless hypocrite. Kento wrapped a towel loosely around his waist, stepped past the empty mirror, and out into his bedroom.

His gut churned to see his empty bed. It had been weeks since he had fed. Years since he had taken a woman for the last time, before taking his vows. Weeks, since you had begun to consume him, mind, body and soul.

Kento had been losing his faith before the change. He had grown further from God, as countless monsters died beneath his teeth. But it was thoughts of you, spread, penetrated and whimpering beneath him, that took Kento beyond redemption.

Kento shuddered at the aching greed within. He lay back on his bed, hair still damp and floppy, but desperate for sleep to grip him and pull him under. His cock, rapidly thickening and tenting beneath the towel, made him curse, one broad arm flung over his eyes, while the other tried to squeeze himself into submission.

Kento squirmed with guilt, his semi-erect cock gripped in his palm. He thought of you, your fingers dipping into your needy wet cunt, the vibrator on your clit doing nothing to relieve the ache in your soul. He thought of the way you had squirmed and begged, to your god, and to him, to be granted your release. He thought of the way you had sobbed as you came, curled round yourself, your fingers desperately trying to reach the sweet spot that would make your orgasm climb all the way into your belly.

He didn't need to imagine it, Kento thought blithely, his thumb now stroking slick pre-cum under his foreskin, and over the sweet swollen head of his cock. He didn't need to imagine it, because he had seen you, through the gap in your curtains in the dead of night. Watching you, a pale angel in the rain, hunting for the forgiveness of a body he couldn't allow himself to sully.

Kento's hand had begun to masturbate himself instinctually, to the thought of you crying out for him. For him, and he could do nothing but pretend he hadn't seen you fall apart, to the dream of him inside you.

Kento groaned, low and rumbling, his hand gripping tightly around his throbbing, heavy length, longer than his thick fist could cover. Dripping with pre-cum, Kento began to fuck into his own fist to lubricate himself. He moaned in time to the memory of you, writhing and mewling against your pillow.

Kento's other arm reached round above his head, and he sunk his sharp teeth into his pillow, licking at it, imitating how he would flick his tongue against your pert little clit with a ragged moan. He pictured you above him, riding his mouth and nose as the length of his cock fucked down your throat to the tune of sweet wet gags. Kento whispered filth into the dead of night, trying to rut himself to orgasm.

"--take it-- good girl...cum down your throat-- cum in my mouth...shit...fuck you through it soon, angel-- promise, I promise--...ahhhh, shit, SHIT--"

Kento cursed, spitting venom, his balls heavy and sore, his own hand so woefully inadequate. His canines had lengthened, his mouth twisted into a teeth-baring snarl, and he gripped his cock harder. Trailing his other fingers to his mouth, sucking on his fingertips with a shiver, Kento pierced them until he could taste the hot rush of blood, imagining it was you quenching his thirst--

At the window, completely unnoticed, you gripped the windowpane, weak-kneed. Your other hand clapped over your mouth. Kento lay naked on his bed, sprawled and ethereal under strips of moonlight, masturbating with gasps and groans that you only wished you could hear.

Those hands, that you had spent night after night, wishing were inside you. That cock, thicker and longer than you had pictured...and oh. The way he rutted into his fist with such devastating ferocity, left you jealous of his hand. Your mouth watered.

What would he do, if you knocked right now? If you offered yourself to him, spread bare and pleading? Would he forsake his vows for you? Would he turn his back to God, as he stroked his cockhead to orgasm between your wet folds, singing your praises, and spattering hot, thick cum over your clit--

You were drawn back out of your head as Kento convulsed, his anguished, sloppy moan breaking through the windows, shooting through you like a knife. You gasped, delighted by Kento's twitching pleasure.

Kento hit his orgasm with the turmoiled strength of a stormfront, breaking. His final image was of you, cradling his sore cock between your legs, humping him inside you while you whispered to him and he whined into your hair and got lost in the smell of you, god, the smell of you, he could smell you now--

Kento spasmed, crying out as cum spurted in heavy stripes up his abdomen, his orgasm threaded with a tinge of horror-- fuck, he could smell you, you were here nearby, he knew the smell of that skin and that blood and that cunt--

Kento sat up with a jolt and a snarl, still gasping, the power of the hunt crashing through him. His teeth bared, animalistic, he wrenched his window up, sticking his head out into the night.

The smell of you, quickly fading, was being carried away by the wind. And Nanami Kento was losing his mind.

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You could barely compose yourself, walking into Church the next evening. The night had crept in fast; another storm churning over the water, was pulling the moon in with it. You felt overburdened with...guilt? Desire? You could not hide it, you were sure.

You could not hide it, as Kento's rich voice embraced the pews. You could not hide it, as your voice trembled its way through hymns. Kento's stern, impassive face remained unreadable, as you took communion from him. You met each others' eyes, both thinking about the same thing; his finger grazed your tongue, and gazed upon your sweet face, open-mouthed and doe-eyed, kneeling before him.

And despite all this, it was each others' company you craved more than anything more carnal. You found excuses to stay, in the church, loitering as Kento bid the crowds a warm goodbye. As the last person left, finally alone, you turned to each other. You both held your breath.

After a few moments, yours released in a twinkling laugh, and a blush, that had Kento's chest clenching in possessive adoration.

"I...have neglected you, father," you offered, brushing your hair behind your ear. Kento huffed, at first, pinching the bridge of his nose, before laughing. A genuine laugh. Deep, velvety, and rich. You were putty in his hands, and he didn't even know.

"Alas...it is the life of the clergy. Our own needs, go...unmet." Kento grimaced, a forced half-smile. His hands clasped over his lap.

You felt the tinge of bitterness at the edge of his words. You swallowed, thickly. Your fate balanced on the edge of a knife.

"Not...not all of them, surely? You could...you could join me for dinner?" You couldn't miss how Kento's eyebrows raised fractionally, his pupils dilating. Kento felt a dangerous hunger.

"I...I'm not sure-- I shouldn't--"

"Of course, you're completely right--" you flapped, taking a step back, and Kento's hunger gripped you back with jealous need.

"...I shouldn't be long here. An hour, maybe? If...if you'll allow it." Kento could feel himself twist under the need to possess you, one way or another. Judging by the smell of you, you would be wet, supple under his lips.

"Perfect," you blurted, standing up on your tiptoes for one happy moment, "perfect. I'll cook. We can...we can talk. I can't wait."

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A brisk knock. You hurried to the door, biting your lip, briefly abandoning dinner on the stove.

"Father," you cried, damning yourself for sounding so excited, "you're here...I'm glad. I was afraid you wouldn't...anyway..."

You hurried back to the stove, leaving the door open. After a moment, you looked up, seeing Kento leaning against the doorframe, looking at with with something...unreadable, in his eyes. He simply stood, drinking you in as you cooked.

"...Father? What are you waiting out there for? Come in." Blinking, chuckling to himself, Kento stepped over the threshold, closing the door behind him and gently placing a bottle of wine on the table.

"Please. Call me Kento. It seems...silly, if we're having dinner, and a night together." You felt heat blossom through you, at the accidental double-meaning behind Kento's words.

Dinner together was soft, intimate, the food and wine smoothing over an already glossy conversation. You were made malleable by the wine. You were intoxicated by him. Kento looked into you with such knowledge of you, that you were laid bare beneath his gaze.

Sat facing each other on the sofa, Kento had abandoned his white collar, the buttons of his cassock and white shirt undone to his chest. He rolled wine around his glass, his head leaning on one hand, smiling as you talked. The wine made you stupid, and you blurted out;

"Why? Why...did you join the church, Kento?" It was, in part, rhetorical. A cry of despair against the crime of Kento being made untouchable. His answer surprised you, and you found yourself shuffling closer as he talked.

"I ask myself that same question every day. Ever since..." Kento bit his tongue, thinking of the night he was turned, on a missionary trip abroad. Thinking about the day you walked into his parish, setting him aflame with unquenchable burning thirst. Kento cleared his throat, swirling his wine. He felt his primal magnetism drawing you to him like a moth to the flame, and he could not stop himself.

"...I have become...disillusioned, with the church. I am...torn," Kento admitted. Your knees were touching his now, and you leaned towards him with lovesick eyes. Kento felt the thrill of the hunt, feeling the sting of his teeth lengthening. His cock twitched as your breath passed over his cheek.

"...torn?" You felt a quiver of fear now, in the way Kento's eyes darkened, his hand slipping over to grip behind your knee, pulling you into his lap. He set aside his glass. It should have rung alarm bells. You were so drunk, but you had only had one glass of wine. Kento smelled so intoxicating. You were warm, floppy as he pulled you to straddle his lap, cupping your face with both hands.

"...torn," he whispered, his nose brushing yours. Kento's hunger overtook his panic for you, a victim to himself. Kento whispered against your lips, watching your eyes flutter closed, your head heavy and lilting to the side, exposing the pretty thrum of your throat to him.

"...torn," he continued, gliding his tongue up the pulse in your neck, feeling his cock jump against your clothed pussy, "...all because of you...if God has forsaken me, I hope he never wants me back. If only you would let me worship you, instead."

Kento's lips hovered over yours, barely quelling his urgent need to feed on you, until you whimpered his name. Kento snapped, and pulled you in by the back of the neck, crashing his lips to yours with the ragged groan of a starving man.

Your head swam with Kento, clutching his open collar and falling against him, allowing him to devour your mouth with bliss. You murmured against his lips, sloppy and licking, tasting the sweet allure of him, and his grip on the back of your neck grew crushing, his weight now bearing over you to press you back into the sofa, a sharp sting on your lip--

"Ow! I...ugh, sorry...I'm bleeding--"

As you moved to sit up, shocked back out of your reverie, Kento had pushed himself back to the other side of your sofa. One hand had clasped over his mouth. He trembled, and shook, white-knuckles clasping the sofa. You heard a sharp gasp, as if Kento was in pain.

With blood on your lip, you reached for him-- and stopped. Your eyes fixed on the switched-off television opposite you both. You stood, slowly, moving towards the hallway, and your bag, trying to control your terrified little heart.

"I'll just...get a cloth, for my li--"

As you pulled a blade from your bag, standing up to spin around, you were thrown back to the wall, your head cushioned by Kento's hand. You cried out, feeling him bracket you against the wall, his cassock now abandoned, his form seeming to grow and swell before you. Kento's face pressed to your neck, and you felt the hot throb of his growing cock against your belly.

You stood this way, both panting into each other, your knife pressed over Kento's heart, and his teeth pressed to your throat. Your heart broke, fragile beneath Kento's twisting form, and hungry mouth. You hiccuped, your hand and resolve faltering.

"...I never wanted...I wish it wasn't...why did it have to be you?" You sobbed, your arm starting to lower. Kento growled against you, already two feet taller, his enormous chest trapping you in against the wall. You felt the lights blotting out around you, as vast, black, velvety wings unfurled from Kento's back.

"...always...you always knew...just couldn't accept--" Kento gasped, his tongue darting out against your neck, ridged and trembling. His chest burst with pain to feel you sob beneath him.

"I can't do it," you cried, your knife hand lowering again, "just take what you want, because I can't-- I love you-- I'm not strong enough." Kento's teeth gritted, his face crumpling against the soft copper scent of your skin. His enormous hand gripped yours, raising the knife to press to his chest. You gasped and cried out, resisting his pull; a bead of blood sprung up around the tip, pressed to Kento's chest.

"From the moment you arrived," Kento growled, his teeth pressing gently over your pulse point, starving and needy, "...my life...everything I am, has been yours to take. I would know you, blind and deaf...and I would be honoured, for you to take my life as penance for my sins."

You gritted your teeth, completely releasing your grip on the blade. It clattered to the floor. You reached up to trail hands up Kento's enormous, powerful shoulders. Your fingertips grazed the soft base of his wings, and Kento shivered, shuddering into you. He felt a dribble of pre-cum soak his stretched, ripping boxers.

"Then I condemn you to live, Kento," you whispered, pulling his face up to yours. His pupils were dilated, bursting with lust, inky black in pools of crimson, "...and take me. However you want me."

Kento snarled at you again, pressing himself to you, pinning your arms above your head with one thick hand; "You have no idea what you're asking for," he hissed, "I will eat you alive." He felt you tremble, seeing the golden resolve in your eyes. You leaned forwards to his mouth, begging.

"Then eat me...or fuck me, like you fucked your hand to me."

Kento cursed, snapping, lifting you against him. You wrapped your legs around his hips, feeling Kento reach down to shred the clothes off himself, completely absorbed by the need to possess you, to love you.

Flung backwards onto the bed, you gasped at Kento's monstrous form. Eight feet tall, broad and exquisite, his great black wings folded and unfolded against his back. His aching cock dripped with pre-cum, so much bigger than when you had seen him cum into his own hand. His face, still undeniably Kento, stared into you, owning you. Heat pooled between your legs, as he grasped his cock in one great hand, groaning and shuddering.

You crept forwards, still drunk on him, and his nephilim glory. Kento's hand stuttered around his cock as you licked the tip.

"--fuck-- too big for you-- you can't--" Kento uttered a strangled moan, to feel your hot little mouth engulf his cockhead, your lips stretched wide, gulping him to the back of your throat, all hot little licks and sucks. Every fibre of his being needed to buck forwards into your mouth, and you felt two great hands tangle in your hair.

When your hands joined your mouth, stroking down his aching length, masturbating the parts of his cock your mouth could not reach, Kento rutted involuntarily. Moaning, begging and whining your name, his voice ran deep and ragged around his sharp canines.

"--darling, I-- shit I-- so good...so good for me...taking me s--so well, haaaaah...not-- can't last-- like this--"

You hummed around his cock, swallowing down a trickle of salty pre-cum, feeling the gentle pressure of his fingertips against your head. So aware of his size and strength, Kento handled you like a china doll, with the utmost love and affection. Kento moaned with abandon, his head thrown back, his great wings furling and unfurling with divine pleasure.

Swallowing around Kento's thick tip at the back of your throat, you felt his cock leaping in warning. Kento tried half-heartedly to pull you off him, whimpering and moaning with fractured cries of your name;

"--can't swallow-- s'too much-- ohhh fuck, my love-- c-cumming, I'm cumming-- fffuuuck yes, swallow-- all of it--"

You squeaked as his cock jolted and twitched in your mouth, Kento's balls clenched tight as he hunched around your mouth, pressing your head to him. Your mouth and throat flooded with Kento's bitter seed, cooler than that of a normal man, and you swallowed him down with pride. Kento's groans and breaths ran ragged, as you licked him clean.

Kento panted, glossy-eyed as he came down from his high, his cock still half-hard against his thigh. Crowding your body against the bed with his, his fingertips grazed the dress you wore, before ripping it from you with a bared-teeth growl. You felt your bra snapped in the middle, as if it were paper. Your breasts heaved, nipples peaked under Kento's ravenous attention.

Poking his tongue out to tease it over one hard nipple, you felt your clit throb to feel the otherworldly ridges and grooves running along his tongue's sides and tip. Whining as he sucked your pebbled nipple into his mouth, you shuddered to feel Kento's sharp teeth graze your sensitive peak. He savoured you, lathering your nipple against his tongue, until you felt you could cum from that alone.

His other hand rose to engulf your second breast, your nipple rolled so tenderly between two great fingers. You felt a trickle of arousal soak your underwear. Kento could smell it, and pressed his hand to your lower belly, feeling vaguely for the telltale swell of ovulation.

"...made a mistake, angel...letting me take you like this-- nothing of you left, by the time I'm done with you--mine-- all mine-- fuck--"

Trailing kisses down your belly, sniffing you and eager to fill you with his smell, his body thrummed for you. Kento threw your legs over his shoulders, ripping the sides of your underwear and tossing the scraps aside.

His eyes fixed on your pussy, slick and clenching. Kento shuddered, feeling his cock beginning to bound to life again. It flopped, heavy and twitching against his thigh, filling again in preparation to fill you. Kento felt a vague desire to ensnare you, trapping you inside his drunken intoxication, to fill you, and fill you, and fill you, until your belly swelled, oozing his thick, white seed.

"...Kento...please..." Your sweet begging pulled Kento out of himself. Despite his monstrous form, his face softened, his eyes fixed to yours as his tongue, long and ridged, stretched out of his mouth. You saw stars as it lathed insistently from side to side, spreading your folds, stroking back and forth over your aching, pearly clit.

Kento mumbled into your pussy, tasting you, his long tongue fucking into your cunt while his nose nuzzled your clit. Mewling, your hands flew down to sink into Kento's hair, and you felt your hands grasped and pinned against your belly. Kento knew, with a faint pang, that if your fingernails scratched against his sensitive scalp, he would surely spill his seed all over your floor.

Kento draped his other forearm over your belly and hips, pinning you down as you twisted beneath his attention. He lapped, sucked, and nipped at you with the softest bites to your clit, his tongue fucking in and out of you with inhuman dexterity.

You bucked your hips down the bed, eager to feel his tongue sink into your deepest parts, and Kento obliged with a wet moan. You felt his tongue lathe against your spongy spot, pinned down as he devoured you.

"--just there...harder please, please-- god I need your cock in me, please-- fuck me please-- please--"

You begged and pleaded your way to orgasm, your arousal seeping out around Kento's tongue as you came with a jolt and a cry, your thighs clamping around Kento's head, feet tickling against his sensitive wings. Kento continued to fuck his tongue in and out of you, lathering you with his spit, tasting your arousal, desperate to taste more of you.

You reached down, trying to pull Kento up your body. He almost laughed at your casual management of a true to life vampire, about to fuck you into the mattress. Kento allowed it, settling above you, his pupils narrowing at the insistent beat of your throat. Suddenly, and with a strangled growl, Kento knocked your head aside, his teeth grazing at your throat, and his monstrous cock throbbing at your entrance.

You trembled beneath him, heaving and gasping from your high. All of your resolve left you, beneath his tongue, and you uttered words you knew to be true;

"...I trust you, Kento."

Kento pressed into you, with teeth and cock and a husky moan. You felt a sharp pierce at your neck, his teeth just deep enough to feel the hot splash of your blood against his tongue. Kento almost finished then and there, his seed threatening to spatter into your folds and entrance, instead of in your belly, as he had promised himself. Kento drank you, his mouth clamped around your neck, one great hand cupping your head to the side while the other gripped your hip.

With a squeak and a protracted, broken moan of his name, you felt Kento's cock stretch through your wet velvety walls. You squirmed, trying to climb up the bed, feeling Kento growl around your throat and yank you back down.

Kento was enormous, by far the biggest cock you had ever taken, splitting you with a dull sting. Your fluttering hole soothed as Kento began to rut his length into you. His red, leaking tip bullied your cervix, bumping it up against your womb, with inches of him still outside of you.

You uttered strangled little moans, completely pinned beneath his hulking form, feeling him rut as much of his cock inside you as he could fit. With a shiver, Kento denied himself of any more blood at your throat. His tongue stroked your wounds, clotting the blood there, as he fucked gently into you.

Kento's wings caged you both in, and he stared down at where his cock tried to stretch your pussy out with dopey, lovesick eyes. A trickle of your blood ran down from the corner of his mouth, and he was struck with a sudden burst of pride for you. Kneeling back, Kento pushed your knees up to your chest, crushing over you in a mating press.

You writhed, as Kento managed to sink more of his cock into you, groaning which each stroke he watched enter and pull out of you. Your slick formed a translucent white ring most of the way down his cock length. Kento was eager to see it drip down his balls. He gasped down at your prone, fucked-out form, and gently began to press and roll the fatty flesh around your clit, making you buck up into him with pathetic little mewls.

"--fit it in--fit all of me in...if you cum again-- fuck you through it, baby...fuck you through it...fuck you through it..."

Kento repeated this like a mantra, every gradually strengthening thrust into you taking him deeper, your pussy stretched to its limits around his terrifying girth and length. Leaning over where you joined, Kento spat a smooth mouthful of spit, stroking it around his base, lubricating you both, before upping his pace and intensity again.

You cried out, head thrown back as you arched, feeling Kento so deeply that you clasped your belly. Kento planted one hand over yours, his fucks growing gradually more feral as he bared his teeth, determined to finally take what was his, after so many years of miserable self-denial.

"--mine make you mine make you mine--leave it behind...leave it all...for you...shit-- so tight, just--milk it out-- all my cum-- all yours, I swear..."

As you came, your pussy clenching and spasming, Kento finally bottomed out. His head flung back with a cry of success, slamming into you with abandon as he chased his high, desperate to see you filled with his cum. Cursing, and spitting, teeth bared and blacking out the room around you with his wings, Kento came with a roar, and you felt your pussy and belly flooded by him.

His cock jerked long, protracted twitches inside you, spurting thick bursts of cum, with nowhere to go but up, plugged by his enormous girth. You were pliable and dazed, taking it with the sweet relief of his love for you, his seed soothing your swollen inner walls like a balm.

Kento faltered above you, staggered and dazed. Keeping his cock stuffed inside you, manoeuvring himself onto his side, he swept one great wing beneath you, and one above you. You felt yourself cocooned, sleepy and full, reaching into hand up to tangle into Kento's hair. He pressed a lazy kiss to your palm.

"...you're a...terrible vampire hunter..." Kento slurred, fading out into soft snores, just seconds later.

He's not wrong, you reasoned to yourself, wondering and drifting to sleep in his arms and wings, maybe he'll help me.

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sparkbeast20 · 2 years ago

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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.

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.

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.

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devilmen-collector · 1 year ago

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Can I have a headcannon about MC also gains Satan's powers that also require blood to operate, so I would like a reaction to Gehenna nobles of MC drink from them, please?

Sure, no problem :3

Gehenna nobles reacting to MC drinking their blood after gaining Satan's powers

Gehenna nobles x GN!MC

As the right-hand man of Satan, Sitri usually has a serious look on his face. But the moment you say you will drink his blood, he's super excited + turned on

Yeah, he gonna make that face

The fact that "Solomon" drinks his blood, he won't shut up about it, unless he's in front of other nobles. After all, he's the king's right hand, he has to keep faces for both himself and Satan, and other nobles won't shut up about it, even if he threatens them

Sitri also insists that he must be the first one (and ideally the only one) you turn to for blood, with the reason being he's the one who normally gives Satan blood, so it's natural that he should be the one to give you blood as well. But anyone with a brain could see that's not his only reason

You need blood from him, of course he will gladly give it to you with a smile on his face. He's a precious boy after all

Though when you drink blood from him, Leraye's face gonna be red like tomatoes. He can't help but let some moans and heavy pant escape his mouth

He would be glad if he could be of some help to you. Of course he would let you drink his blood. Though he only nods his head to show that

Like Leraye, another tomato face when you actually drink his blood. However, he can control his excitement and horniness better than Leraye

Paimon's philia is Haematophilia - Sexuoeroticism for Blood. You want to drink blood from him? Can you not be more cute and adorable and fuckable? You are literally making him falling more in love with you.

He looks at you with adored eyes, along with a blushing face and heavy panting when you dtink his blood

You drinking his blood puts him in ecstasy (orgasm even)

"If I can be of help to you using your power, please go ahead, you poop-eating bitch!"

Belial is a devil who believes that he has the power of God (not really) and anime by his side

You absolutely could not imagine the images going through his brain when you drink his blood: shounen anime - yes, vampire anime - yes, hentai - YESSS

He gets nosebleed

He starts to tell you a dark story about the curse a mortal has to bear because they drank the blood of a devil

The dark story may or may not stop you from drinking his blood

I hope you like these headcanons :3

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 5 months ago

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Part 28

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 27 🟣 Part 29

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, male masturbation, fingering, p-in-v sex, shower sex, ongoing vampire shenanigans, haematophilia (that's a blood fetish, people.), (hence unsurprisingly) lots of blood, paranormal voyeurism, regular voyeurism, exhibitionism, taunting August (bad idea, probably), (light?) predator/prey dynamic, elements of D/s dynamic, praise kink, hair pulling, some light spanking, spitroasting, mentions of (something resembling) subspace, the guys being fucking idiots (because why not), deepthroating, double facial...

Word count: 4k

A/N: Well, here we go... You can thank @geralts-yenn for the early posting of this chapter (And you can thank me for finishing CH29 yesterday so I feel comfortable posting this already lol... I like to have an extra chapter on file, idk why)

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You were on your way to Mikey’s room, where you’d been spending your nights since you still hadn’t figured out what to do with the room you’d been given, when something stopped you dead in your tracks. It was a strange pull that felt familiar and completely new at the same time — something reminiscent of a violent longing for… you. The feeling was clouded by the same static you experienced when Mike was feeding on you, sharing his gift — but Mike was nowhere near you, and therefore by any and all logic also very much not feeding. More importantly: this feeling didn’t come from Mike.

As if by magic, you were drawn towards the source of it, and the closer you got, the stronger the feeling, until you came to a halt in front of a door. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your breath labored, a maelstrom of unidentifiable thoughts racing through your mind. An image forced its way to the foreground — a thought not your own.

You reached for the doorknob and opened the door despite not knowing what was even behind it. A bedroom. Whose?

The faint sound of running water reached you from behind another door in the corner of the room — anyone’s best guess would be that there was a bathroom behind door number two. Another image flashed through your head — this time clearer. Closer.

You. Naked. Bloodied.

Your breath quickened as your heart beat so loudly in your ears there was no way that whoever was behind that door hadn’t heard it — although there was a possibility they were slightly too preoccupied with their thoughts to notice.

As quietly as possible, you tiptoed to the bathroom door, and you pushed the handle down without thinking about it for too long. Evidence strongly suggested you’d find Marshall on the other side of the door, and you deliberately didn’t think of the consequences in case you were wrong about that.

You weren’t wrong.

The sight before you made you clench your thighs together, and with great difficulty you fought back a gasp. He was in the shower, leaning against the wall, eyes closed and stroking himself in a lazy rhythm.

He didn’t look up, didn’t even move — any more than what he’d been doing up until now, anyway — but there was no way he didn’t know you were here. To paraphrase Mike: you couldn’t ambush him, the man could read minds.

A smile appeared on his lips. Had he heard you?

“Yes.” Alright, that answered that question.

“Want some company?” For the first time, you realized Marshall was the only person in your entire family with whom you could communicate without the possibility of anyone else overhearing you…

“I like that thought.” It almost sounded like a confession. “And I wouldn’t say no to that.”

You discarded your clothes as quickly as humanly possible, and hurried into the shower without thinking, where you were welcomed with open arms by Marshall — and met with a very unwelcome stream of water that was way too cold.

You shrieked, fighting to get away — not so much from Marshall, but definitely the glacial temperatures of the water. No wonder the glass of the shower stall hadn’t been steamed up.

“Thank you for not letting go of me,” you said after you’d rectified the temperature-situation.

“You’re more than welcome.” Why was he smiling? Did he think this was funny? “A little.”

“I can leave, if you’re going to be like this,” you warned, but his arms tightened around you, and you knew you didn’t have a prayer.

“It’s exceedingly rare that prey walks into my arms so willingly.” Your cheek was pressed against the cool tiles of the wall, a hand twisted into your hair, and you relished the weight of him as he leaned into you, pinning you against the wall. “I hardly think I’m prepared to let you go.”

Words got stuck in your throat, and your thoughts remained an unintelligible mess as you attempted to gain an understanding of the situation while every cell in your body screamed at you to run. To say you’d never seen him like this would be a lie. You had. Twice — maybe even three times, but you were a little preoccupied with the situation at hand to figure out which instances counted, and which ones did not. Entirely new, however, was your sudden willingness to surrender.

Then why did the last shred of defiance in your body demand you struggle against his iron grasp?

“We both know it’s useless.” Correct. “But I have to admit I admire your spirit. Not that I expected anything else from you.”

Were you trembling in fear, or in anticipation? Marshall’s grip on your hair tightened and you whined softly. He forced his thigh between yours, nudging your legs apart with his, and again you struggled — and again it was completely and utterly useless. A low growl escaped through his gritted teeth as he inhaled deeply, dragging the tip of his nose along your neck. With his free hand, he turned the showerhead away from you.

“Are you nervous, love?” He chuckled as you cried out when his fang suddenly pierced your earlobe. You instinctively reached for the source of the pain, the sharp sting quickly subsiding until it was no more than a dull throb that felt eerily similar to the one between your legs. When you looked at your hand, your fingertips were red.

Marshall’s sharp teeth grazed your neck without breaking skin, and you winced on instinct. “No, don’t…”

He spun you around effortlessly, pinning your wrists to the wall over your head with one hand while the other forcefully found it’s way between your legs, two fingers slipping into your eager, aching pussy with ease.

“Don’t?” He smiled deviously. “You know exactly what I want to do to you, you stand here dripping and waiting, your body begging me… I can feel your pulse so clearly inside this tight little cunt. Tell me, what exactly is it that you don’t want me to do to you?”

You had no answer to that question, knowing that if the thought of asking him to stop occurred to you for so much as a split second, he would have heeded your request long before you’d ever be able to voice it. Not a single part of you wanted him to stop for even the shortest moment.

Involuntarily, your muscles clenched around his fingers as he pumped them into you in a lazy rhythm. His teeth dragging over your skin leaving you teeming with anticipation, until he finally bit down just above your collarbone. He took pull after pull from you, in time with the rhythm of his fingers inside your core, as if he was feeding. Only he didn’t swallow. Instead, he let your blood flow out of his mouth, allowing it to run down your body. A metallic scent filled the air, adding to the already overwhelming sensations of hot steam, seemingly limitless arousal and the divine sounds of pleasure that spilled freely from Marshall’s throat.

“I’ve never had the pleasure with one of your kind,” he explained. “Always had to be careful… Forgive me.”

Forgive him? For what? For showing you exactly what you’d been so curious about for a while now? For loving you in his own, twisted way? He let go of your hands when you struggled against him, and you used your newfound freedom to grab Marshall’s face and pull his mouth to yours, the taste of your own blood strange on your tongue. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he abandoned his pursuits between your legs to pull you close against him with one arm while the other guided your leg to his hip.

A dull thud broke your fixation on Marshall for a moment. August. Near Marshall’s bedroom door. “Huh?”

“He’ll leave if you want him to.” Marshall’s thoughts were clouded, strained in a way that matched his labored breathing. “But he would love to watch…”

Although you did not mind him listening in, you had so far preferred your intimate moments to be relatively August-less — unless, of course, those intimate moments were with August, in which case his presence was not a want, but rather a rock-solid requirement — but something felt different.

“Come in,” you whispered barely audibly, ignoring the surprised look on Marshall’s face that quickly morphed into a devilish grin as he lifted you off the floor.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, twisted your fingers into his hair as he bit your neck and continued to make a complete mess of you. A quick glance down at the bright-colored water around Marshall’s feet pushed the throbbing ache between your legs back to your attention, but your interest was soon piqued by something far more exhilarating: the absolutely thrilling sight of a very worked up August, leaning against the bathroom door, his black shirt hanging open to reveal his heaving chest.

“How does it feel, love?” Incredible. It felt incredible. A moan escaped you as you felt the tip of Marshall’s cock nudge at your entrance, and you looked over his shoulder, straight into August’s almost pleading eyes as Marshall pushed into you.

You cried out, your pleading whine clearly music to both your guys’ ears. Not once did you take your eyes off August as Marshall fucked you in a steady, demanding rhythm, luring moans and cries from you with every thrust. August was clearly hanging on to his last shred of restraint, a pained expression on his face as he struggled to… to what?

“You know how we feel,” Marshall said to August with a dark chuckle as he thrust into you a bit harsher, drawing sharp whines from your throat. “By all means, enjoy yourself while I take what you can’t have…”

In a split second, you were facing the glass with Marshall’s hand fisting your hair, pulling your head back as he pressed your bloody tits against the glass. More blood still trickled down your body from the bites Marshall had left, and without hesitation, he added another on your shoulder, letting the thick, warm liquid run down your back and between your breasts.

Still, your eyes never left August’s, except to glance down as he took his cock out. The sight was enough to make you whine, silently cursing the glass that kept you from reaching out and touching him. A shiver ran down your spine as Marshall pushed into you from behind. It was a struggle to keep your eyes open, yet you couldn’t bear to take them off August as he stroked himself at a slow, steady pace. You gritted your teeth as you looked at him, rage ripping through you so suddenly that you couldn’t hold back a growl.

“That’s normally our line, princess,” August said, his mouth curling into a smug smirk. “What’s the matter?”

“Bastard,” you cursed under your breath, your eyes still trained on his — your gaze cold and harsh while his was devious and provocative. “Come here.”

The sound of the sharp smack Marshall delivered to your ass bounced off the tiles, followed by a fierce, stinging pain. “Mind your manners.”

Yes, Sir…

The feeling of willing obedience subsided, washed away by the same rage from before. Defiance…

“It’s called being a fucking brat, love.” The echo of Marshall’s voice in your head was cut off by the sharp sting of another smack on your ass.

“I’m glad to see you don’t intend to spoil her education,” August said with the most insufferably arrogant edge to his voice, followed by an equally insufferable chuckle.

“Mike will take care of that, I’m sure,” Marshall grunted through gritted teeth, never wavering in his rhythm as he continued to fuck you. “Melot, in time, too.”

You huffed, the sharp breath coming out as a half-snarl. If Marshall knew about your curiosity towards Melot, then August, no doubt, did too.

You placed a hand on the glass at the height of August’s hips and looked up at him with pleading eyes. He was relentless, as always. “Isn’t she wonderful?” he asked Marshall softly. “I just can’t get enough of that wet, throbbing pussy…”

Your nipples hardened against the glass as sparks skittered up and down your spine. Moans turned into cries, your back arched further, seemingly acting of its own accord, and your clit throbbed almost painfully.

August’s doing, no doubt. But why were you fighting him?

“Sweet princess,” August chuckled, “it’s pointless, you know that. You’ll come for us, and you’ll do it now.” A smug grin spread across his face as your restraint shattered and stars danced before your eyes as you toppled over the edge.

Marshall took pity on you and your quaking knees, and slowed down, gently guiding you down from your peak. “Good girl,” he whispered softly. “That’s it. Good girl.”

He and August exchanged looks. “Look at her,” Marshall said. “Still so desperate for you…”

“For both of us,” August corrected. “If you don’t mind…”

Marshall clearly didn’t mind, because a brief wave of cool air later, you were in August’s arms, one arm draped around his neck while the other grasped desperately at his hip.

It probably shouldn’t have surprised you that all this time, Marshall’s thrusts — although relentless and rough — had been gentle enough to avoid any painful situations, but it did.

“To be fair, I do believe August is helping,” Marshall muttered as he finally slowed down, allowing you to catch your breath.

“Minimally,” August said casually, lifting your chin so you were looking up at him. He winked, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he lowered his mouth to yours and you were lost in a searing kiss. August moaned into your mouth as you wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked him in time with Marshall’s rhythm.

The way August looked down at you, licking his lips as he took in the literal bloodbath Marshall had created, turned your knees weak as butterflies fluttered in your stomach. “It never used to be my thing,” he muttered, shooting a quick glance at Marshall before locking eyes with you again, “but I must admit you’re a sight for sore eyes, princess.”

You moaned loudly when August’s hand closed lightly around your throat. He took a step back, moving his hand to the back of your neck and dragging your head down. Your heart skipped a beat, and nerves gnawed on your insides for a moment — but only a moment. August simply didn’t allow for much time to work yourself into some unnecessary frenzy about this: he impatiently tapped his cock against your lips. “Open up, princess. And spare me the attitude.”

“No need to panic, no need to resist… We know exactly what you think and how you feel, love.” A comforting thought, in a way.

They took good care of you, exactly as you’d expected — but make no mistake; they certainly took good care of themselves as well. Too much thinking certainly didn’t serve you well in this situation, that much became clear immediately, but as soon as you surrendered yourself to them, you fell into an easy rhythm that worked well for everyone.

No matter how fun it was to oppose and provoke, you couldn’t muster the strength — or maybe you just didn’t want to. Instead, you let yourself slip into the deep, calming comfort of the knowledge that you were safe and loved — a thought that seemed to be completely contradictory to the fact that you were literally being used as a mindless fuck doll, if you were being honest.

You could have lasted forever in that comfortable, floaty feeling — that’s what it felt like, at least — had it not been for the interesting sound. A slap — but different, and somehow your brain registered it for what it was immediately, and dragged you back to reality. And your attitude with it.

You stood up straight so abruptly that you finally seemed to have succeeded in taking your vampires by surprise, and you looked at them with a suspicious glare, going back and forth between Marshall and August a few times before you found the words you needed.

“You did not just… high five…” Those dumbass grins told you everything you needed to know. “Really? Four hundred years and you still haven’t managed to grow the fuck up?” You silently cursed yourself. You’d been having fun, right? Then why, pray tell, did you feel this intense urge to somehow ‘gain the upper hand’ in a situation that did not call for anything like that at all?

Of course, they saw right through you.

“Princess, I’ll give you two choices. Either you get on your knees…” August started, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Make me.”

“And that would have been option two,” Marshall said. He was suddenly behind you, holding your wrists together behind your back. “I’ll ask one more time.”

What was it with you and this continuous urge to struggle and pick fights when you knew you couldn’t win?

“It’s because you know you can’t win, love,” Marshall whispered. He was right — of course he was right!

It was completely unsurprising, then, that you were suddenly on your knees, unsure of whether you had done so of your own volition. One thing was clear, though: You were where you wanted to be, on the floor, looking up at August and Marshall as they towered over you.

Marshall was fresh out of however little patience he’d still possessed before your unruly intermezzo. “Be a good girl, love,” he said slowly, “and finish what you started.”

As he pushed his cock past your lips, you didn’t object. Instead, you slowly felt yourself fall back into that same calm headspace from before. It came from a place of total trust — feral nature be damned; Marshall would never hurt you.

Your vision was blurred by tears as you tried your best not to choke, so you had little else to go on than the sounds and near-continuous stream of swearing that spilled from Marshall’s lips, and the feeling of the tightening grip on your hair as he got closer and closer to orgasm with every thrust.

“Eyes closed, mouth open, love,” Marshall growled as he pulled his cock out of your mouth. This was not an order to argue about — there was no time: He finished himself off with a few swift strokes, and August followed mere seconds after him. ‘Eyes closed’ had been a very solid instruction…

“Fucking hell,” August muttered. Was it his finger that lightly trailed along your jaw? Had to be.

“I’m never getting this image out of my head.” Marshall’s words made you chuckle, and for a moment you furiously wished you could see yourself right now. Maybe someday, in a flash of Marshall’s thoughts. “Alternatively, I could take a picture…”

The idea both frightened and excited you — not because you thought you couldn’t trust the guys with a photo like that, but mostly because you were afraid you wouldn’t look good in it, although Marshall — and then August, once he got wind of the idea — was quick to point out that was a total non-issue. As far as they were concerned, you looked hot as fuck right now.

“Not that you normally don’t,” August said, chuckling softly.

“Just… Make it quick,” you laughed. “I feel sticky.”

“Might be more than just a feeling, love,” Marshall replied. “Done.”

That still didn’t mean you could open your eyes, but at least you didn’t have to try so hard to sit pretty. You slumped down on the floor, suddenly uncomfortably aware that you were cold, and tired. A strange, sinking feeling hit you suddenly, but before you had good and well thought about what it could be, August was on the floor next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

Then, water hits your knee. “Is it warm enough, princess?” August asked kindly, his voice soft and warm. You nodded, unable to speak for some reason. “Alright, that’s good.” He spoke slowly and clearly, obviously doing that on purpose, but you couldn’t figure out why exactly. “Is it alright if I clean your face? Do you want to do it yourself?”

“You can do it.” You weren’t kidding about suddenly feeling very tired.

As soon as August was done washing your face, and you opened your eyes, you felt a very stern grasp on your chin. August turned your face to him. His voice was still gentle when he spoke: “Look at me for a second, okay? Don’t look around right now — I mean it. Do yourself a favor and keep your eyes on me.”

He said it in such a way, with such seriousness to his voice that it simply made sense to do as you were told. Had you decided against that, you would have been confronted with a gigantic mess.

Blood. Lots of it. Everywhere. The wall, the glass, and — last, but certainly not least — on you.

The guys were right to assume that would have thoroughly freaked you out, so August kept you warm, snuggled up tightly against his chest in the corner of the shower while Marshall set out to turn the place into something a little less ‘Saw XI’ and a little more ‘normal bathroom’. After that, it was your turn.

You grew more and more tired by the second — especially since Marshall turned out to have a hidden talent for scalp massages, which you had the privilege to discover when he took it upon himself to wash your hair, even after you insisted that you could do it yourself. It wasn’t a complete lie: You probably could have, but there was absolutely no denying how very nice it was to not have to.

August and Marshall seemed determined to clean every inch of you thoroughly and with the gentlest care, never missing an opportunity to ask if you were okay, if you needed anything, if there was anything they could do for you…

“Stop asking that,” you whispered. “And get me into bed, please.”

You barely registered being carried out of the shower. They made quick work of drying you off and rushing you back into the bedroom.

“The bites,” August said to Marshall before he sealed his mouth over one of them. Marshall followed suit, dragging his tongue over another bitemark. “This one won’t stop bleeding.” His voice was so calm that you weren’t startled by the message.

“Does it need more than a simple band-aid?” Marshall asked, equally calmly. Why was he asking? Didn’t he already know the answer? “You deserve to know what’s going on, love. In that spirit: a band-aid is plenty. I’ll be right back.”

As always, he was true to his word, gently tending to your neck within seconds of announcing his departure. Then, someone knocked on the door, and Marshall disappeared again.

“Thanks,” he said to whoever was on the other side of the door — you couldn’t be bothered to turn around.

“Take care of her.” Of course it was Mike. You couldn’t help but smile, especially when Marshall returned, holding a cup of tea.

You drank it in silence, after the guys had made sure you were tucked in comfortably between Marshall and August.

“Will you both stay here?” you asked, somehow afraid of the answer. What if they said no?

“Neither of us would dream of leaving, princess,” August whispered. “We’ll be right here for as long as you need us.”

“Is… Is there anything you guys need?” you asked hesitantly.

“I’m good like this,” August said, and Marshall agreed with him. “You’re all we need right now."

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bunnypansy · 2 months ago

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Pansy's Kinktober Season (2024)

Welcome dear viewers, to the 2024 season of Kinktober!

There will be a total of six episodes released for this season, whose titles and major prompts will be listed below. As these episode are released (ideally every other day), this list will be updated with links to posts in question, as well as short description and rating.

Happy viewing~ <3

Little Death (Undertaker x ftm!Reader)

Drugging/Pseudo-Necrophilia

Rating: NC-17 for dark kinks

The Undertaker likes you quite a lot, but he likes you much better when you aren’t moving as much. A little drink should do the trick, shouldn’t it?

??? (Divus Crewel x m!Reader)

Branding/Forniphilia

Rating: R for sexual content

??? (Modern!Baizhu x ftm!Reader)

Gloves/Transition Play

Rating: R for sexual content

??? (Trey Clover x m!Reader)

Fauxcest/Somnophilia

Rating: NC-17 for dark kinks

??? (Tattoo Artist!Lilia Vanrouge x ftm!Reader)

Tattoos/Sadism

Rating: R for sexual content

??? (Piercer!Ivan x m!Reader)

Piercing/Haematophilia

Rating: R for sexual content

??? (Modern!Dottore x ftm!Reader)

Gynokink/misgendering

Rating: NC-17 for dark kinks

??? (Priest!Simeon x m!Reader)

Corruption/Dom Worship

Rating: R for sexual content

??? (Asmodeus x ftm! Reader)

Overstimulation/Dumbification

Rating: R for sexual content

??? (Teacher!Sebastian Michaelis x m!Reader)

Age gap/public humiliation

Rating: NC-17 for dark kinks

??? (Mafia AU!Jade Leech x ftm! Reader)

Sensory Deprivation/Gunplay

Rating: NC-17 for dark kinks

??? (Cater Diamond x m!Reader)

Pimping/Forced Feminization

Rating: R for sexual content

??? (Malleus Draconia x ftm!Reader)

Babytrapping/Oviposition

Rating: R for sexual content

??? (Gallagher x m!Reader)

Dad-son/intoxication

Rating: NC-17 for dark kinks

??? (Yandere!Leviathan x m!Reader)

Kidnapping/watersports

Rating: NC-17 for dark kinks

??? (Fox Hybrid!Childe x ftm!Reader)

Pregnancy/Knotting

Rating: R for sexual content

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oceanlipgloss · 4 months ago

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BUBBLEGUM

PAIMON.

+ warnings: dark themes, erotic hues, focus on haematophilia [mentions of blood and its relevant elements], graphic/gory descriptions (gore fascinates me and I like it a lot, so while I enjoyed writing this a bit too much, it's a fact that this piece is definitely not for everyone—i.e. people with weak stomachs, revulsion of blood, and/or dislike for twisted material).

+ female mc, feminine pronouns.

Blood and bubblegum don’t mix. Is that what they think?

The thing is, they do. One minute he’s hunting angels, the next he’s putting on stickers. It’s quite stupid to judge a book by its cover, or a pretty face by its perfect makeup.

Blood can have different shades. Just as in the case of paint, darkness and texture depend on a number of factors.

‘They’d all look so pretty on youuu,’ he had told her.

His palms painted her naked body with the brightest red. He printed the shadows of his fingers on her as though she were a canvas. A pale canvas of soft, corrupted flesh.

Burgundy coagulated on her skin. Crimson clots flaked under his nails.

The room smelled rancid with the rusty iron of blood and the bloody juices of meat. It was a nauseating, sickening smell, but it aroused her. Even as her stomach heaved, even when her intestines tensed inside her, it aroused her.

Her organs were on fire.

Lipgloss and metallic salt became one in flavour.

She was smeared with the blood of dead angels.

He was lovelier when he looked crazy.

Everything reeked.

Dizzy.

She was dizzy.

So sharp, so rancid.

Swallowing everything else.

She could almost no longer smell the subtle flowers on him, faint as their syrupy fragrance had become. And yet, her overwhelmed senses latched onto something in the hot air, to the fruity sugar.

It was familiar.

Childhood’s unforgettable scent.

The sweet scent of bubblegum.

+notes: Paimon's lust for blood made PrettyBusy chicken out play safe, so I stepped in with a ketchup bottle and some red paint ;)

Either way, ever since yesterday I've been working on and organising my WIPs hence the fic duo today, and this was the last WHB piece in my notes. I almost murdered it and drowned the evidence in a bathtub, but to be honest, I really liked the only pair of sentences I had already written ('blood and bubblegum' ➙ 'putting on stickers') and thought it would be a shame not to use them; I couldn't put them in another character's fic either, as they were tailored specifically for Paimon, and I also didn't have a clue about which direction the fic should take. So, I gave my brain a few scritches, scratches, and pokes, until the next thing I knew, I was thinking, 'oooh, this is gonna be hot' lol ngl man, this has to be one of my favourite works I've ever written.

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+ AO3 POST

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#what in “hell” is bad #what in hell is bad #whb #whb paimon #the story factory

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lei-soleil · 6 months ago

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Devils(1/7)- Gehenna

악마(1/7)- 게헨나

Idiosyncrasy & Zodiac

성벽 & 별자리

Sitri

시트리

Cardiophilia(카디오필리아): 심장 성애. 심장소리를 듣거나 심장을 보거나 두근거리는 진동을 느끼는 데서 흥분하는 증후군. 실제로 심장을 봐야하는 에로토포노파일 섭타입이나 피를 마시는 해마토파일 섭타입이 있나 하면 움직이는 심장 영상만으로 만족하는 픽토필릭 섭타입도 있다. 흥미롭게도, 심장소리에 청각적으로 흥분하는 섭타입이 압도적으로 많다. Glenn Wilson이 지적했듯, 이들이 ‘성적 흥분’보다는 ‘성적 나른함’을 느끼는 것도 주목할 만한 점. Prenatal period에 자궁 속에서 듣게 되는 어머니의 심장소리 주파수와 관련이 있는 듯하다. 청진기로 스스로의 심장소리를 듣거나 파트너의 심장소리를 듣는 게 이들에게 있어선 대단히 자극적인 경험. 카디오필리아가 Partialism에 해당하는지 Object fetishism에 해당하는지는 논란의 여지가 있다.

Pisces ♓

물고기자리

Leraye

레라예

Keraunophilia(크라우노필리아): 천둥 성애. 천둥소리와 번개에 흥분하는 증후군으로써 시각적 요소에 쾌감을 느끼거나 청각적 요소에 쾌감을 느끼거나 둘 다에 해당하는 타입으로 나뉜다. 천둥소리가 가슴을 울리는 느낌에 흥분하는 타입도 있다. 이 경우 크라우노필리아의 트리거 기전은 진동을 매개로 한다는 점에서 카디오필리아와 비슷한 것일 수 있다.

Libra ♎

천칭자리

Paimon

파이몬

Haematophilia(해마토필리아): 혈액기호증. 피가 흐르는 것을 보거나, 상처를 내서 피를 흐르게 하거나 마시는 등의 행위에서 성적 쾌락을 느끼는 증후군.

Sagittarius ♐

궁수자리

Astaroth

아스타로트

Narratophilia(나레이토필리아): 외설적이고 음란한 내용의 말에서 성적 쾌락을 얻는 증후군. 음란한 전화통화에 대한 기호증인 텔레포니코필리아(Telephonicophilia)나 음담패설 성애인 모리아필리아(Moriaphilia) 등등이 나레이토필리아의 섭타입으로 볼 수 있다. 모르는 상대방과 음란한 전화통화를 나눌 때만 성적으로 흥분하는 증후군을 Telephone Scatophilia라고 한다.

Zagan

자간

Kinesophilia(키네소필리아): 운동 성애. 운동할 때 흘리는 땀이나 상승하는 심박, 헐떡이는 호흡은 여러모로 성관계 도중의 신체 상태와 비슷하다. 키네소파일은 이런 요소에서 성적 흥분을 느끼며 특히 운동 할 때 분비되는 엔도르핀에 도취돼 운동 중독이 되는 케이스가 대표적. 엄밀히 따지면 마스터베이션이나 섹스도 운동의 일종이므로, 키네소필리아는 개념 상의 중복을 피하기 위해 성행위와 무관한 운동을 통한 성적 쾌감으로 이해될 필요가 있을 것 같다.

Belial

벨리알

Discophilia(디스코필리아): 음성 성애. 성적 음성(ex.녹음된 신음소리)에 성적으로 흥분하는 섭타입이 대부분이지만 다음과 같은 특이한 섭타입도 있다.

a) Melolagnia(멜로라그니아): 특정 음악에 성적으로 흥분하는 타입.

b) Acousticophilia(어쿠스티코필리아): 음향 기호증. 음악은 물론이고 대화 소리, 천둥소리, 노이즈, 종소리, 고양이 울음소리 등등 특정한 청각적 자극에서 성적 흥분을 느끼는 증후군. 이어가즘과 연관 돼있는 것으로 보인다.

c) Homilophilia(호밀로필리아): 설교 기호증. 자신이 좋아하는 분야의 연설/강연을 듣는 데에서 성적인 쾌락을 얻는 증후군.

d) Ecouteurism: 성관계 소리를 듣는 것으로 쾌락을 느끼는 증후군.

Cancer ♋

게자리

Juno P. Cruel Orgasm 666 (Ppyong)

주노 P. 크루엘 오르가즘 666 (뿅)

아페필리아(Aphephilia): 접촉당하는 것에 대한 성애. 자신의 음경이나 손을 상대방의 신체에 문지르면서 성적 쾌감을 느끼는 접촉도착증인 Frotteurism(프로터리즘)의 한 종류.

External links

참조

Twitter @Prettybusy_KR

Naver blog 이상성애 총정리 (스압주의)

#WHB #what in hell is bad

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graveyardalters · 5 months ago

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hiii ^_^ could i have an alter with lots of paras, transids, and 'contradictory' identities? no source necessary but if you want to add one you can!

of course, change anything you desire!!

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

name ☥ nicolás, mikey, cairo, scottie, bandit, scout, alfred, fizz

age ☥ blurage but says hy's 20 bc he couldnt care less about explaining the relationship he has with his age

pronouns ☥ it/its, bit/byte, h☆/h☆m, bite/bites, hy/hym. he/him to a select few

gender ☥ transfemmasc, epographic, achab

sexuality ☥ ace-spec lesboy

୧ ‧₊˚ 🦇⋅ ☆

source (if applicable) ☥ n/a

species ☥ human

role(s) ☥ persecutor, memory holder

cisids ☥ anxiety, scene brown hair, dizzy spells, slightly visually imparted/glasses, HPD

transids ☥ transblackhair (dyes it), transnpd, transraccoontails, transfemmasc, transvideogamecharacter, transfangs, transcaneuser, transPOTS, transharmed, transharmful, transtrauma, transCSA, transmanipulater, transattentionwhore, transr4pist, transgroomer, aracial, transinternetfamous, transstreamer

paras ☥ anililagnia, 🗺️, necr0, biastophilia, hebephilia, haematophilia, n3croz00philia

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likes ☥ being on the internet, fantasizing about being a famous streamer, discord, scene fashion, mlp (especially the earlier episodes), identity v, pierce the veil, niche instagram memes, being the center of attention, twitter "x", horror movies (especially the saw franchise)

dislikes ☥ confrontation, being even slightly avoided/ignored, "posers", school settings

traits ☥ witty, disloyal (particularly in friendships, jumps from person to person), volatile, deceptive

habits ☥ huggeeeee finger nail biter, but doesnt eat them, just kind of mindlessly flings them

mbti ☥ INFP but pretends to be an ENTP on the internet LOL

faceclaim/appearance ☥

see below

#pro rq 🌈🍓#alter pack #radqueer #introject #npts #fictive

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ao3feed-piltovers-finest · 6 months ago

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Haematophilia

by Coconutz4Life

"Feed off me." She said. Caitlyn looked at her like she had grown a second head. "What- What?" Baffled Caitlyn pushed back vi, pressing her hand against the Werewolves chest. Letting out a laugh "Your fucking with me." Usually she would be forbidden in her coven to use such words but her startled nature begged to differ.

"I'm not going to feed off a werewolf, it doesn't work like that. Your blood is different from humans." Her eyebrows furrowed as she told the Werewolf who looked confused.

"How is it different? You saying I'm special, Cupcake?" Vi raised her eyebrow, teasing the other.

"You were just threatening my life and now you want me too- to, Feed off you? This is some pathetic joke so you can get some quick meat-"

AKA werewolf Vi and vampire Caitlyn au that everyone needs <3

Words: 3686, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Vi (League of Legends), Luxanna "Lux" Crownguard/Jinx

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampires, Werewolves, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood Kink, Blood Drinking, Blood and Violence, Useless Lesbians, Romance, Slow Burn, Werewolf Vi (League of Legends), vampire/werewolf, Drinking, Vampire Bites

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

#ao3feed-piltovers-finest #a03feed-piltovers-finest #caitvi #arcane (league of legends) fanfiction

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peggys-alter-shop · 6 months ago

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Heyoo can we get a request? :3c Name: 🌸 Age: 🌸 Prns: He/Him , +🌸 Role: 🌸 Source: None / Brainmade Kins: 🌸 Paras: No age-based paras please! IDs: 🌸, Would like them to be a TransID hoarder though please! Aesthetic: We arent sure what kind of aesthetic to go for but we'd love if you could involve some type of j-fashion subculture! Theme: Some sort of parasitic being who is humanoid but not fully human if that makes any sense. Likes: 🌸 Dislikes: 🌸 Appearance: 🌸

Hope this works! I figured I’d choose a slightly more underground aesthetic :3€

NAME ;; Izon / Hikkakaru

AGE ;; 21

PRNS ;; he/him it/it’s bug/bugs cute/cutes frill/frills

ROLES ;; persecutor/emotion holder

SOURCE ;; x

KINS ;; Menhera - Chan, kuromi, Shinichi Izumi

PARAS ;; Aichmophilia, Haematophilia

IDS ;; transpet, transsnuffed, transbjd, transanorexia, transobsessive, transsuccubus, transkidnapper, transyandere

AESTHETIC ;; jirai kei/Ouji fashion

THEME ;; parasitic humanoid

LIKES ;; smoking/the smell of smoke, sanrio, yandere simulator, dressing up, animals (cats especially), the internet

DISLIKES ;; pick-me girls, itchy fabric

APPEARANCE ;; black hair in a mid-length hime cut. pale skin. Distinct mole on upper lip left side. Red eyes. Has Fangs.

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2af-afterdark · 2 years ago

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What do u think about the kinks of the noble devils? Some of them are normal but some of them are.. out there to say the least lmao (Leraye I'm looking at u..)

Oh gods. Another long one. Buckle up everyone! *comes with definitions so everyone is on the same page here

Satan

Spanking is... spanking.

It's baby's first bdsm kink. A bit of light spanking feels like it's becoming more mainstream over time (not bdsm exclusive).

Honestly? I expect Satan to have bolder kinks. He's a sadist, so there is waaaay more he could do.

Mammon

Pygophilia is a sexual attraction to butts.

I didn't even know this was a kink, per se. Attraction to butts is so commonplace that I didn't think it was a paraphilia.

He's living his best life though. Go him!

Beelzebub

Olfactophilia is a paraphilia characterized by sexual arousal caused by smells and odors emanating from the body.

Can relate. I have a mild one. Your partner's natural smell can be very arousing.

Leviathan

Breath control is the intentional restriction of oxygen to the brain for the purposes of sexual arousal.

SWEET SUBBY BOY HAS A HARD KINK. ONE OF THE HARDEST KINKS.

Seriously, I love him and hoe happy he looks when he's getting choked. And! And! He wants it done properly! Harder! Fuck me!

Seriously, this is a very risky kink and I adore him for living for it.

Sitri

Cardiophilia is an erotic fixation on the human heart/cardiovascular system.

He wants to hear the moment his victim's heart stops beating and that's sexy in an absolutely terrifying way.

Low-key imagine he lies his head against his partner's chest as he fingers/jerks them off just to enjoy their errotic erratic heartbeat.

Leraye

Keraunophilia is an abnormal attraction of lightning or thunder, which can lead to arousal from thunder and lightning

The poor man is getting all the side glances on this blog. Lol

It was stated he thinks his gun sounds like thunder, so I understand his position (since he's a devil of wrath)

Still an... interesting kink. Not sure how he gets that in the bedroom? Does he use a sound machine or something?

Astaroth

Narratophilia is a sexual fetish in which words and stories are sexually arousing, usually by the telling of dirty and obscene words or stories to a partner.

Me too, fam. I have a violent voice kink so I understand him. Hearing that sexy voice tell you dirty stories? Even better!

Paimon

Haematophilia is a sexual fetish for blood

I am 0% surprised. It's probably the most common kink in Gehenna.

Does that make Paimon a basic bitch? 🤔

I mean, bloody nose panels in manga are hot, so I kind of get it in a way.

Zagan

Kinesophilia is a paraphilia where the sexual arousal hinges around human movement and exercise.

Zagan watches TikTok exercise thirst traps, confirmed. That, or parkour is his version of porn. Or is he the kind of man who works out then needs to fuck immediately afterward?

As a certified couch potato, I apologize to Zagan.

Dantalian

Autassassinophilia is a paraphilia where a person becomes sexually aroused by fantasizing their own death by the hands of another.

I have to wonder how violent these fantasies get, because... does he just want to die or does he want to die violently? Does he have a favorite fantasy? DOES HE ACTUALLY WANT TO DIE TO THE ANGELS????

He seems to be more into the fantasy than the real thing given how he keeps living.

Phenix

Morphophilia is characterized by a sexual interest in another who has greatly varying body proportions to oneself.

Size difference kink or into chub as a kink? Both? Both.

Morax

Stigmatophilia is a type of sexual attraction to piercings and tattoos.

I mean, piercings and tattoos can be hot. Not my kink, personally, but I get it.

Personally I think he should be into bandaids and antiseptic more...

Marbas

Merinthophilia is a sexual fetish in which one is sexually aroused by being tied up with rope or similar material.

Aroused 24/7 given he's always tied up.

I wouldn't mind putting some pretty ropes on a guy that buff. Especially given my headcanon that he's a secret gentle giant to MC.

Barbatos

Heliophilia is an attraction to the sun.

Is there a sun in hell? What sun is he looking at? Do you think he's more into the light or the heat?

Honestly, I don't get this one. You do you, boo, but I do not understand.

Foras

Scopophilia is an aesthetic pleasure derived from looking.

Fancy name for a voyeur. My fictional feelings and my irl feelings on this are different.

Irl, I'm cool if it's consensual. It can be hot to play like you're hiding as you watch someone or to "catch" someone watching you. If it's no consensual, gross.

Fantasy? FUCKING HOT! Go off! Enjoy your show!

It also has great angst potential.

High-key think Foras pines after Leviathan

Bimet

Timophilia is a primary arousal from gold or wealth.

0% surprised. Man would probably fuck a pile of money if he could.

Findom? Findom!

Bael

Olfactophilia is a paraphilia characterized by sexual arousal caused by smells and odors emanating from the body.

See Beelzebub.

Is this kink actually his or is it another aspect of himself that he controls in order to become more like Beelzebub?

Stolas

Pecattiphilia is a fetish where individuals experience sexual arousal from breaking religious rules or committing sins.

Does this mean he's turned on by breaking traditional rules or devil rules? If it's devil rules, does that mean angels turn him on?

What is sin to a devil???

Amon

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

Man sees whiteout on a page and gets a boner. Lol

Seriously though, what rules are people breaking? And what is it with Avisos and getting turned on by rule breaking?

Minhyeok

Melcryptovestimentaphilia is the desire or fondness for women`s black undergarments or the desire to steal panties.

Panty pervert.

You basic ass bitch. You absolute freak. You wonderful, beautiful pervert.

It's such a common kink, but I love him for it. It fits the childhood friend trope.

Gabriel

Hierophilia is a fetish for religious or sacred objects, places, and people.

We already knew he wanted to fuck God. He's just wearing his heart on his sleeve.

I have... worse thoughts of what he's doing, but that's sacrilegious.

I think anyone with religious ✨️trauma✨️ can attest to this kink. Trauma tends to get errotic at some point for a few of us...

Eligos

Diaphanophilia is a sexual fondness for viewing nudity through diaphanous fabrics such as veils, underwear, baby dolls, etc.

Hard same. I love wearing that stuff and seeing others wear it. It's sexy as fuck.

It's such a basic kink but so powerful. I can think of sooooo many ways to play with it~

#❖ nonie #love letters ❤️#talkin' whb #what in hell is bad

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