#it my beloved. claw my adored. do *not* use they on me.

[landfilloftrash]

started thinkin'. I should know better than that.

[bunnis-monsters]

A subby demon with a body worship kink 🙏 like kiss the ground you walk on type

NSFW

If perfect had an image next to it in the dictionary, in his opinion, it would be a portrait of you.

Everything about you made his body ache with need. Your pretty eyes, the soft fat on your hips, the way you kissed the top of his head and held him in your arms when he needed your love… it all showed him just how perfect you are.

“My love, my goddess…”

His tail swayed as his head rested on your soft thighs, a purr rumbling from his chest. There was nowhere he was happier than right here with you.

A soft whine escaped his lips as he nuzzled his cheek against your thigh, careful not to poke you with his horns.

“What is it, sweetheart? Does my baby need something?”

You didn’t know it was possible, but he purred louder, the bed rumbling underneath you. It felt good, the vibrations stimulating your clit just enough to get you wet.

The second he smelt your arousal, his nose gently nudged against your panties. He looked up at you for approval, his tongue poking out. Honestly, you thought he looked like a puppy ready for a treat like this.

“Can I?”

And there they were, his pleading puppy dog eyes. His claws kneaded into your thighs as he continued to softly nuzzled his nose into the wet spot on your panties, letting out soft whimpers and whines.

You smiled, giving his horns a gentle rub, causing him to let out a muffled moan. “Go on, love.”

As soon as you finished your sentence, he tore your panties from your body and buried his face between your thighs. His claws kept your thighs squished against his face.

The feeling of your plump flesh against his cheeks as he devoured your pussy was enough to have his cock standing at full attention… but he ignored it. His goddess was right in front of him, her cunt soaked and delicious. How could he care about his pleasure at all when hearing you moan and tasting your pussy was all he could ever need?

But you were so kind, a saint to him… you lifted your foot and gently rubbed his cock, making him moan into your pussy.

You looked down at him, your cheeks hot. “Can you cum just from that, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes… if you want me to, I’ll do anything…”

Before long he was shooting cum all over your legs and feet, barely able to keep himself from humping your leg like a dog in heat.

You didn’t give him much of a break though. While he was still panting, you straddled him, your hips hovering over his leaking cock, still shooting cum.

“Tell me what you want, baby…”

He desperately pawed at your hips, tears in the corners of his eyes. “W-want you to use my cock… please, please lemme cum inside…”

You cooed, pressing a kiss into his forehead as your hips settled on his lap. He cried out as you lowered yourself onto his cock. “Mmph!”

His tail whipped around furiously, wrapping around your leg. As you began to bounce on his cock, the tip of his tail rubbed against your clit.

“S-such a good boy… feels so good…” you whimpered out. He whined, raising his hips to meet yours.

“W-wanna cum… please..!”

“Shh, shh…”

Your lips met his in a sloppy kiss, feeling his tongue rub against yours as he explored your mouth.

“I’m almost there, sweetheart… wait for me, we’ll cum together okay?”

His cheeks were red, tears now beading down them as he nodded. It was hard, he wanted to fill his beloved up with his cum NOW!

But… he could never disobey you, not when he adored you so much.

“C-cumming!”

The second your pussy clenched around him, he painted your walls white, shooting his cum into your womb. A muffled moan left his mouth as he buried his face into your neck, biting down to mark you as his.

Soft panting filled the room as the two of you recovered. “My perfect angel, oh my love…”

He peppered your face and neck in kisses, cooing and praising you. “Sorry… does it hurt?”

His claw gently traced the bite mark he left, a dull ache in his heart when you winced.

“A little… but it’s okay.”

You fell onto the bed with him, giggling as he started up his purring again. With his face buried in your breasts and his claws kneading you, you couldn’t help but associate him with a sweet kitten.

“I love you… you’re my everything, I’ve never adored someone like I adore you…”

That meant a lot, considering he had lived for centuries…

“I love you too, sweetheart… let’s rest, hmm?”

He nodded, placing his palm over your belly as he rubbed his face against you. He was hoping to have successfully planted his seed in your womb…

Your body, glistening in sweat was his temple of worship. He planted kisses along your belly and chest, licking up the mess he had created on your legs and feet.

He kissed your soles, worshipping you like a goddess, rubbing his face against you to make sure you were covered in his scent.

“My beautiful angel… so soft and warm…”

He settled between your thighs, laying his head on your soft belly. His purring increased when you scratched between his horns, playing with his hair.

As the two of you drifted off, he couldn’t help but thank whatever entity sent you to him enough. He was lucky to have such an amazing lover, and he would worship you until the day you died.

[lina-lovebug]

I'd Fight The Devil

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Background: (Y/N) Morningstar with her partner, Alastor, has decided to put some of the Overlords in their place.

Warning: Alastor being Alastor, mentions of pregnancy but no one's pregnant, and Alastor might have a breeding kink

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"(Y/N)! What a surpri-!"

"I believe that's Princess (Y/N) Morningstar, Heir to the throne of Hell, and Duchess of Chaos - to you," Alastor loved doing this. He adored how (Y/N) had decided to start using her true power, and to bring respect back to her name.

The family name, to be exact.

Valentino chuckled nervously as (Y/N) scoped out the place, her horns ever presenting and tail flicking with annoyance.

"What a pleasure to be hosting you, Princess. What would be the reason for this visit?" Valentino asked, offering her a drink.

"I'm fine, thank you," She dismissed it, already smelling the poison inside the cocktail.

"I'm here to discuss Angel Dust, and your contract with him."

"If he's too much trouble for the hotel, I'll happily-"

"You're the one causing the trouble," Alastor cut him off.

Valentino sputtered, "me?!"

"You can feign innocence all you wish, Val, but I've heard that you've called my sister a bimbo, along with many other colorful names," (Y/N) slowly stood up, leaning over his desk as the lights started to go out - one by one.

"Charlie is nice. She's always been the kinder of us Morningstars, but apparently this makes you think that you can go and soil our name. My father could have strung every sinner on a hook for eternity, torturing you all second by second as your screams sung into our great halls," no one had been unfortunate enough to see the form of (Y/N) Morningstar, and Val was one of them.

Her height expanded to nine feet tall, her pretty black nails forming into claws and her eyes ablaze with scarlet serpent pupils.

And wings - oh great black wings that could make even Adam rethink his attack.

When he was still alive, of course.

"And you sully his gift by mocking us."

"Look, Vox did it first! Okay?! He said you'd never-!" Val tripped on a tentacle that came from her beloved Alastor, who dropped a TV by his feet.

But not just any TV.

"Oh God," Val gasped, "Vox. . .?"

"I took care of him earlier," Alastor grinned, still reminiscent on his screams.

"I couldn't have my dear (Y/N) sully her hands with his filth. But whatever the Princess wants, she gets."

Oh to see her come into her power was as chilling as death itself.

"You're so romantic, Alastor," (Y/N) smiled.

That's when Valentino spotted it. On the left hand of (Y/N) Morningstar was a ruby wedding ring, the band pure gold.

Alastor finally did it.

He climbed up the latter, but not through power.

Well yes, through power, but he certified that it would always be his.

By marrying Lucifers daughter.

"We're matching, isn't it adorable?" Alastor showed off his own wedding band, ruby's encrusted inside of it.

"Now, where were we?" She grinned, and as an engagement gift, the screams of Vox and Valentino were broadcasted throughout all of Hell.

And they say chivalry is dead.

_ ☆ _

"They're fucking crazy."

"They're made for each other."

On that, Angel Dust and Husker could agree.

The lovely couple had become the center of Hells attention after their engagement was announced, and even though Alastor thought it would be hilarious for Lucifer to find out through the papers, she told him first.

And he cried.

"Oh my baby is all grown up!" Lucifer sobbed loudly, clinging onto her legs, "look at you! You-you used to be this small!" Lucifer grabbed a duck, "and you were so tiny and so cute!"

"Am I invited?" Lucifer squeaked, staring up into her eyes.

"Yes, dad," She smiled, bringing him up to his feet, "but we want to wait a bit before we plan anything."

"You know she used to bite my finger?!" Lucifer grabbed the baby pictures of little (Y/N), "look at how small she was! Oh, and this one is my favorite!"

Alastor truly didn't mind how touchy Lucifer had become with him, but thankfully, Lucifer also knew when to stop.

"Wait, is that why you're getting married?! Did you impregnate my daughter?!" Lucifer gasped, shoving his hand on her stomach.

"Dad! Dad, no! I'm not pregnant!" She quickly cleared up.

"Unfortunately," Alastor muttered to himself. Oh to see her belly swell with his children - his own spawn, it made his cock twitch at the thought.

He was fond of children but his own? Oh he'd spoil his little prince or princess with all the blood sacrifices the world had to offer.

"Yeah but you know what marriage entails, kiddo!" He pointed at them both with finger guns, "first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby-oh my GOD I'll be a grandpa!"

He started crying again.

She sighed, "at least we know our hypothetical child will be taken care of."

Alastor nodded, "I could not have picked a better father-in-law."

At this point, Lucifer was ugly crying.

Alastor looked at his beloved with a soft gaze as she tried calming her father down. To be honest, Alastor never thought he would ever find solace in Hell. He anticipated every day being a fight for his life, always looking over his shoulder and always striving for more power. And as cheesy as it sounded, he saw (Y/N) as his shining light. She brought out his sad heart, and for the first time in his life, he wished his mother was with him.

To see just what a wonderful woman he managed to catch.

[princessbrunette]

omggg i adore kitty!reader so much shes so !! me !!! how do u think jayj would put her in her place … i feel like whenever shes having her mini tantrums people get equally as frustrated bc she gets feisty but jj has like .. magic on him or something 💭

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you’d been in a bad mood since coming home from work. bartending wasn’t for the weak, especially when the locals constantly harassed you and berated your drink pouring skills — which was mostly put down to being a woman. by the time you get back to jj’s empty house, the blonde sat on his messy porch with a bottle of beer when you got back — you had quite the attitude.

“if it ain’t my favourite bartender. how’s m’girl, come over here.” he opens his arms and you storm right past making his brows shoot up, lips pressed together as he adjusts his cap. “alrighty, guess someone’s in a mood.” he pushes up onto his feet, swaggering in through the open door.

“‘somethin’ happen? what’s up?” he calls after you, spotting you in the kitchen angrily opening and closing cupboard doors as you try to make yourself something to eat.

“where is my plate?” you demand, clearly frustrated. he blinks, thinking back to your special plate that you always ate off. some cutesy antique thing you found at a yard sale, a beloved item of yours. he silently winces, eyeing it sat in the sink, soaking in bubbles.

“yeah uh, so basically i ate my lunch off it ‘cus i forgot to do the dishes, uh — again. that’s my bad. i got paper plates you can use? great thing about those is that when you’re done with ‘em you don’t gotta wash ‘em. you just throw ‘em away. makes me wonder why we even buy regular plates in the first pl—”

“no i don’t want a paper plate jj j want my plate! i just want to eat my food and— and you’re here just— just—” you explode, still refusing to offer him even a glance as you continue hunting for something to eat your leftovers off.

“hey, hey— put them claws away kittycat. no need for that. c’mon pretty girl where’s that smile?”

you spin around, fists balled at your side, tears of anger in your eyes.

“dont tell me to smile! go away!” you yell before turning away with a loud huff. jj drops his head down, tongue in his cheek as he nods, thinking for a moment before approaching slowly.

“easy, alright? you’re not gonna take that tone with me, mama i’m on your side.” as he speaks, you feel the warmth of his front press to your back, an arm cautiously sliding around your waist to keep you stable. his other arm snakes around your neck, pulling you into a light headlock, just enough pressure to ground you. he lowers his head to talk into your ear as you stare directly at the cabinet, already melting a little against him. “you wanna talk ‘bout your day? y’already know i’m all ears baby. but you gotta watch that attitude, yeah? you’re home now, i’m here. just… dial it back.”

there’s some silence, and you nod — releasing a shaky breath as you feel some of the grossness from your day leave your body. “uh-huh, that’s all you needed wasn’t it babydoll? needed to be told. that’s okay, i get it.” he kisses your temple before removing his arm from your neck, using both hands to squeeze your waist and turn you around.

the gaze he receives from you is nothing short of guilty, doll-like eyes blinking up at him slowly as you take deep breaths. “now what you’re gonna do, is sit that cute lil ass down and let me fix you up a plate. you’re gonna eat that shit, then, you’re gonna talk to me about your day,” he walks you backwards until your legs hit the chair at the table and you drop down to sit in it. he leans forward, hands cupping your cheeks. “and after that, oh i’mma fuck the shit out of you. like, you’re not even gonna remember what day of the week it is— let alone what shitty customers ran their mouth at you today. that sound good?”

“yes, jj.” you respond, pupils pretty much taking up your whole eye like an entertained kitten.

“thats what i like to hear, ma’am. alright, wait there. i got you.”

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[mellowwillowy]

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞

Yan! God x GN Yan! Reader

Warnings: Gruesome talk, blood, NSFW, Sadist x Sadist, mention of conceiving (miracle talk, no hope though).

"You are the most beautiful songbird in this world, dear."

Just like the songbird you were, you could only chirp and sing like them in this golden cage. The man's golden eyes stared into yours in adoration, his finger poked your cheek playfully every now and then.

How could he not adore his songbird when it took at least millenniums for him to catch you? It was a nice play chase game but he was also a man of needs. He needed to have you in his embrace, in his gilded cage.

"What will you do this time? I won't let you kill yourself to escape anymore."

And he was a man of his word. He would not go back on his words no matter what it took. Even if it meant he had to travel between fragments for millenniums just to find you.

"Oh... my songbird... how beautiful you are with these cuffs on your ankles..."

As though he was petting a bird, his hands ran up and down on your leg, squeezing your thigh every now and then.

"Dressed in white, you really do resemble an angel..."

He held the fabric of your clothes, humming as a glass of wine appeared in his hand. It reminded him of how those lambs' wool was splattered in red as it met its own demise.

"But you see... I enjoy tainting angels... I'm not just some benevolent God like you were..." He spilled the wine onto your clothes, enjoying watching how the red wine seeped through the pristine white fabric.

"My songbird... my favorite lamb..."

He brought his face closer to yours, his lip pressed against yours.

"All good for me, right?"

And that was his warning before he bit on your lower lip, nibbling it as though it was candy. His target shifted into kissing you, his right hand on your waist while his left hand held you still. You thrashed under his hold, legs flailing like a fish.

"Be good."

He bit your tongue, that was his first warning. Unlike his other self, he was not one to have his patience tested. And you loved that. The kiss lasted for as long as you could go on without breathing, tongue exploring each other's. You knew you were growing needy, as much as you enjoyed playing as the target and victim of his adoration, you also fancied him in one of the rooms in your 'heart'.

Growing bored, he pulled off from the kiss and started littering your neck with kisses instead. Your hand went to cover your mouth, your tongue feeling the lip he kissed earlier. You really loved him. So much that you want to cut his tongue and have it as your dinner.

He started to grow greedy, leaving his marks here and there, hickeys and bite marks painted all over your neck and shoulders for people to see. It served as a warning for people who dared to approach after all.

For you were the God's most beloved companion and lover.

Not wanting to lose, you nibbled his ears while your hands clawed his back as though treating him as a scratchbox.

"You must have really wanted to paint my back red again huh?"

He let you do so as he took off his whole attire, only leaving him with his pants, his toned chest bare open for you to feel.

"Go on, I ought to spoil my lover every now and then no?"

You didn't waste your time, digging your nails into his flesh as deep as you could to draw even more blood. You loved seeing him bleeding, you had always enjoyed making people you fancy bleed in one way or another, feeling their blood tinged your arousal.

He did not hiss even for the slightest, used to any kind of pain. His hand traveled down to cup your clothed sex before tearing the fabric that clothed it apart, teasing it with his fingers before he worked his way into it. His other hand stimulated you, both working to make you dig your nails even deeper, it made his back painted in bloody trails.

Gods had no worry with earthly wounds and scars but you two enjoyed keeping each other's marks, relishing in the pain as it was created, unwilling to erase it from your own skin as the two of you let time heal themselves.

As though he wanted more, he brought his mouth to work as well, making your hands move to tug his hair instead. You did not even bother to minimize your moans and whines, thighs squeezing him, not allowing him to pull away even if he was suffocating in a sense.

You knew he would never suffocate after all. No matter how hard and long you choked him, he would never pass out and his erection would only grow larger as he waited for his turn to do so. You two were sick.

It didn't take long for you to reach your high, yet just before you could come, he pulled away from your grasp forcefully, a smirk plastered on his face as he wiped his mouth. A bastard at heart.

"Why don't you return the favor?" He brought your face to his clothed cock by your hair. Used to this, you pulled down his pants and started kissing his cock before pulling down his underwear as well.

Well, it was safe to say his cock bounced out and accidentally hit your face. He only chuckled at the sight of you groaning before pinching your cheek, "How adorable." No matter how sick the two of you were, you two were also souls with a bond. A bond where the two of you would never hesitate to slaughter anyone that got in the way. It was no secret that you had always been brimming with envy seeing him fooling around with his followers.

He didn't mind seeing you going on a rampage with his little followers, in fact, he enjoyed watching it from the sideline. Watching how much they had to suffer as it depended on how much they had spent their time with him. The worst was yet the best for him. You would then sing like a songbird as you clean your mess up, praising yourself for serving another meal for Leviathan to feast. (an: Leviathan - the demon of Envy) In fact, he found you playing around adorable despite the mess he had to clean up as well.

You wrapped his length with your mouth, drooling at the thought of it entering and ramming you in and out. It would feel so good that you were already excited, your excitement leaking out as proof of it.

"So good for me, no?"

You nodded as you shut your eyelids, head bobbing in and out as your hand worked its way as well. You knew the parts he was sensitive to and you wanted to feel him tugging your hair even harder. Your tongue licked one of his cock's veins, urging him to twitch inside you excitedly.

"You really... are, khk-!"

You smiled to yourself mentally, adoring the subtle groans he made and dying to listen to more of it. You really loved seeing his flustered face, and you'd die to see it again, his face red until it reached his shoulder, moans slipping out of his lip and his erratic pace to chase his high, You loved it all. Although you could actually feel your jaw growing sore from his size, you did not pull away. Well, it's not like you could pull away.

The only warning he gave you before he shot his load into your mouth was a little statement of him saying he was cumming. And he came a lot.

Do Gods from his world just have this monstrous size of strength, size, and loads? No wonder they all just have these unlimited amounts of offspring and children.

He pulled out once he finished inside your mouth, his sperm trickled out from the corner of your mouth and hit the floor. His fingers squeezed your round chick, prompting you to open your mouth. You opened it and showed him just how your inside was painted in white with his semen.

He bit his lip, his face and shoulder red from his previous makeout with you. You could just really cum just by looking at his worn-out face, clenching your thighs while thinking about what you should do to make him redder.

"Swallow."

And you did so. His order rang inside your head while you swallowed all the probabilities and chances of a miracle to happen inside your body, for you to conceive. But you threw it all away and drank it down like your favorite drink, wiping the corner of your lip with your thumb before pressing the thumb onto your tongue.

You pointed down to your sex again, the grin on your face gave him all the ideas you wanted. To fuck himself into you as deep as possible and paint your insides white with the idea of a sweet 'miracle' despite the two of you knowing such a thing would never happen. Such a miracle never existed. But what were you two but indulging in each other's wish and lust?

"I truly love you the most, Caelus!" You kissed him with your arms wrapped around his neck. Caelus reciprocated your gestures, his lip nibbling your earlobe as he positioned his cock into your entrance.

"Beats me, I love you too, my love."

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒚.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Cat demon! Reader who is just a little sh!t with people they consider friends(Alastor and Vox, but separately, pretty, please? Or whichever of them you want to right.)

Oh no. No. Of course I’ll do both of them seperately! It’s a pretty interesting concept but I’ll try my best to try this out for you, love. To be honest, I can imagine our mean demon babes would LOOOVEEE this type of us!

Alastor

Alastor cannot tell if he’s beyond pissed off with you or beyond impressed with you. He feels both coursing through his veins whilst watching your every movement like a hawk

You’re singlehandedly the most annoying and irritating and agitating thing he’s ever seen… and Niffty is bad enough as it is. You just make him want to tear off his own ears more than the Hotel’s cyclopian maid does to anybody else

You’re the physical embodiment of the phrase; ‘an adorable little shit’. You’re a very pretty cute fluffy little cat sinner that looks like a darling but you’re not at all, you’ll always pick on and prank the people you love the most and that’s applies to Alastor, if not the most

And Alastor has the ability to contain his patience of a single stepped-on pastry trying to keep it all its cream filling… so, you shouldn’t push him as much as you want to, unless you want him to truly lash out at you but it is funny to see his mad huffy face

However, Alastor does find you amusing and impressive so really, he’d only give off harsh warnings and wouldn’t truly put his hands on you since he likes you as you like him, just warnings if you continue being a little shit to him any further

Yes, Alastor is a hypocrite. He hates it when you irritate him with your love-filled pranks and head bats but he’ll happily manipulate you to direct your agitating little shit energy onto his worst enemies or other innocents. It’s quite fun to watch from the sidelines that you’re serving him

“If only your adorable face would save you from annoying me, my dear. Such a precious cat with a foul mouth…”

Vox

If Alastor gets annoyed by you and your little gremlin attitude and energy, Vox is much worse and he is less patient than Alastor with you, however… he’s more directive

Vox keeps you around since you’re amusing to watch piss of all your beloveds in your precious but irritating little jokester self but the moment you target him, he’s zipping away to avoid the headache

Vox is aware that your actions and your pranks and your annoyance is all formed through love so he is flattered by the like you have for him but he’d prefer you don’t touch him with that

Vox can quite snappy at you if you don’t follow his orders of ‘don’t annoy me’ but like Alastor, he would never hit you. He only yells and threatens, he can’t actually hurt you since he likes you. Even if you’re the most annoying thing in Hell

Vox does find you absolutely adorable though. He doesn’t know who doesn’t. You’re a little cute fluffy demonic cat sinner with big pan-sized eyes but big claws. He absolutely loves yet hates it

He definitely considers hiring you as one of his employees, maybe his top employee so he can exploit your love and care to him onto others for both of your enjoyment. He does keep you in mind, not like he can really ship you off anyway

“Come here, Kitten~ oh yes. Come here and go bother Uncle Val for me and I’ll give you lots and lots of treats. That’s my good little kitty~”

[dark-and-kawaii]

hi hello beloved me again .. consider this :

ascended astarion and raphael using you while you’re tied up .. idk if you write ascended astarion stuff but i think your style would be amazing for AA

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ Bound & Used

─ Pairing: Ascended Astarion - Raphael x F!Tav/Reader (separately)

─ Content: NSFW - Belly Bulge - Knotting - Bound/Tied Up - Ascended Astarion Is His Own Warning - Blood - Cunt Eating - Biting - Finger Sucking

─ Notes: Oh yes!!! I haven’t written for Astarion in a long time but I’d be happy to fulfill this request!!! I mean who doesn’t want to be absolutely fucked senseless by a mean Vampire and a Devil?!?!?!

─── Raphael ───

You only thought you were coming here for a drink, to celebrate and unwind with the Devil you came to know. What you didn't expect was to be tied up to his grand bed by the end of the night, his hot breath caressing your ear, and his deep, dark voice telling you all the deliciously naughty things he plans for you.

Your face was flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, and your damp hair clung to your face as his cock bullied its way deeper into you. It wasn't even his girth or length that left you feeling so full and stretched, but the ridges that ran the underside of his cock that made every thrust feel so incredibly intense and amazing. It almost felt like he'd split you in half from how full you felt, and yet your hips jerked back to meet him in every thrust.

“T-tease my tummy mn'more, pl-please!”

Raphael chuckled, his own sweat covering his infernal body, “Such an eager little pup~”

He brought his large clawed hand to your stomach where he could see the outline of his cock through your abdomen and pressed down on it, “So impatient.” The devil groaned before bucking his hips at a much more rapid pace, his knot pushing past your lips, spreading and stretching them so nicely- threatening to tear you apart. His hand continued to tease your tummy, stroking his shaft through the taut skin as his tip began to push further into you-

You whimpered as he did so, feeling your insides being rearranged by his fiendish cock until you cried those delectable tears that he oh so adored. 

Another sharp thrust is all it took to force his knot into your hungry depths…

“Ah- Nyhooo~ Yo-You're gonna brreakk meee fo-for real~” You writhed beneath his large crimson frame, your arms tugging against their restraints, the cuffs rubbing your wrists raw, “Raaaphaelll~~~”

And that's exactly what he planned to do. Break you, shatter you, mold you into his perfect toy and lover, make you a slave to his cock, his scent, and his touch.

“You're mine…” He growled lowly, his hand moving away from your belly so that it could cup your chin, turning it so that he could look into your eyes. Those charming, tearful eyes…

“Y-yes!” You gasped out as he pushed himself deeper, his knot making it impossible to pull out.

“I'm the only one who gets to do this, am I not?” His hand squeezed your face, his claws digging into the tender flesh of your cheeks and chin, and yet you loved every moment of it.

“Ye-yes! I'm yours! M'Yo-yours to use-use~”

“Good pup.” Raphael purred, a toothy smile on his face.

A pathetic whine left you at the sound of his praise, and you squeezed your eyes shut when his tail began to tease your clit again.

“O-oh, FUCK!” Your entire body trembled and shook beneath his.

The devil leaned in close and let out a low moan, his hand sliding away from your face so that his thumb could run over your quivering lips, “Go on, let go,”

You did.

With a high pitched cry of his name, you did, and you were met with a flood of his cum spilling deep into you- the feel of his cum filling you up to the point of overflowing past his delicious knot, and it was so, so warm... You could feel how it sloshed around inside of you with every jerk of his hips,  and how the tip of his cock kissed the entrance to your womb…

You wanted more.

More.

More.

“Pl-please-e…” You whimpered out, looking up at him, a weak smile on your lips, “M-more…”

You were his. Body, mind, and soul. You were Raphael’s little mouse~ His perfect obedient little pup~

Raphael's tongue slid out of his maw and lapped at your tear stained cheeks, the tip teasing the corners of your lips, “There's only one voice you shall listen to now.”

His knot was still firmly buried inside of you, keeping his cum locked tight in your cunt, his seed filling you so completely, “Say it,” He hissed.

“Y-Your voice~ My devil~” You whispered softly, a blissful expression on your face.

─── Astarion ───

The vampire lord keeps you locked away in his room, bound to his bed with vermillion silk ribbons, away from his spawns and servants. You're his queen, his lover, and his most prized pet... Your life now full of nothing but pleasure.

“Ah-starion! W-wait!!! S'too much!!!” Your body was littered with bruises and bites, your plush thighs painted in a crimson hue from the gashes his nails and fangs left behind- your body spread wide, revealing your wetness and clit to the vampire who was buried between your legs.

Astarion didn't seem to care, your words falling on deaf ears as he continued to feast on your cunt, licking and biting, while two fingers curled into you, rubbing along your inner walls. His nails dragging ever so slightly along your sweet spot, drawing a long moan out of your mouth, one that was cut off by another gasp when he pressed his tongue against your clit, “I-I can't!!!”

“Darling, if I were you I wouldn't speak so loud... My spawns will hear you.” His tone was playful, “Or is that what you want?” a mischievous grin pulling at his lips as he looked up at you- your glossed over eyes meeting his own, a deep crimson that reminded you of the blood that was dripping from your thighs... Those eyes that once held actual love for you, but now only held hunger, lust, and possession... 

As he licked his lips slowly, his long red tongue ran along his fangs that glistened in the candlelight… The same tongue that was inside of you just moments ago...

You always loved the sight of his fangs when he smiled. And how they clashed with his cheery face... How they once felt so good, scraping along your skin and sinking into the crook of your neck or inner thigh... But now, it was a burning pain, over and over he would sink his fangs into you until he was pleasantly full. 

Your eyes darted away from him and onto the ribbons that bound you to the bed- the ribbons that seemed to get tighter each time he made your back arch... You wanted to be disgusted by his words- by his actions, but despite how horrible it was at times, and despite you missing the old him between your legs... 

“Astarion- P-please Ah-I want-need you inside…” your voice was quiet, shaky, but his keen hearing could pick up even the faintest whisper.

“You always beg so nicely for me darling.” You bit your lip at his words, “But I don't think you've had enough fun yet~” He cooed, a finger gently stroking your cheek, the pad of his thumb pressing against your lips, “Be a dear and open your mouth for me, won't you?”

You did as you were told, opening your mouth just a bit wider, allowing him to push his thumb past your lips and against your tongue, “Now be a good little thing and suck.” Astarion hummed, and you did as you were told, your lips wrapping around his thumb and sucking gently.

“Such a good girl for me…” His other hand never left your sopping cunt, his fingers moving faster now, the sounds of your wetness echoing through the room. He was still smirking, his gaze focused on you and the way you moved underneath him, the way your eyes fluttered as your tongue wrapped around his thumb, “Just like that.” He whispered, “Maybe I should have my way with these pretty lips again? Just to see those lovely tears fall down your cheeks once more…” he hummed.

Slipping his thumb out of your mouth, he watched as a small trail of saliva connected his thumb to your lip before it broke. Astarion pulled his fingers out of you, earning a soft whine in return, “Look at the mess you've made of my hand.” pulling his fingers from you and holding them up, the pads of his fingers slick and shiny, the digits dripping with your juices. “be a dear and clean it.”

“i-”, your breath was shaky as you opened your mouth once more, the vampire taking this opportunity to slip his fingers into your mouth, humming in delight when he felt your tongue lick and suck them clean.

Your face contorted in disgust- your stomach churning as you tasted yourself, his fingers pushing further into your mouth making you gag.

“A-ah! there it is.” he chuckled, the tone in his voice was sickening, “What's the matter? Don't like the taste of your own cunt?”

Your eyes darted to him once more- glaring, but the look only amused him more. Astarion pulled his fingers from your mouth, the string of saliva running down your chin, “pl-please! jus-”

His knee pressed against your aching cunt, rubbing against it roughly, your voice cracking mid sentence.

“Gods! fu-PPLEAASE-” your words were interrupted by the sudden pressure on your cunt- a moan escaping your lips as he rubbed harder against you, “S-stop teasing me please!!!”

“But we've barely started my love. You want me to fuck you, but I'm enjoying the show too much.” He cooed, a smile crossing his lips as he continued to rub against you, his eyes never leaving your body, his knee jamming into you- a soft whimper leaving your mouth.

“N-no more teas-ing ple-please!!!” your hips bucked up, a silent plea for more as your arms shaking uncontrollably in their binds.

“Oh darling, we've only just begun”

A scream of pain ripped through the air- the sound of flesh ripping echoing through the room as Astarion sank his fangs into soft tissues of your breast. His teeth digging deeper, causing you to scream louder- tears welling in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks.

Your head fell back against the pillows, another scream leaving your lips. It hurt. It all hurts. It was too much. Your cunt was throbbing, your clit aching as his knee dug into it... The feeling was almost euphoric- the pain and pleasure mixing together like a drug...

His tongue lapped at the wound, drinking every last drop of blood that flowed from it, a satisfied groan leaving him...

You tried, you really did try to stay conscious- to hold on just a bit longer- to fight the drowsy feeling that began to wash over you, but soon your eyes fluttered shut and your body went limp.

It's okay though…

You'll awake again- to the feeling of dried blood and cum on your skin and a vampire between your legs.

[aetherdoesthings]

a proposition... (MINORS DNI!!!)

forethoughts: as a thank you for 200, here's a little thing i wrote to my beloved arlecchino :> also due to circumstances in life right now, i'm gonna be offline for a while, but i promise y'all i will return 😤

notes: fem!reader, dom!arlecchino, sub!reader, reader calling arlecchino mistress

“Just a minute, beloved. Then you can have me for the rest of the night.” You let out a frustrated grunt at your girlfriend’s sentence, pouting your lips and glaring at her with your best puppy eyes. Arlecchino continued to work at her desk, filling out various paperwork without sparing you a look. Your girlfriend was cruel, even to you, her favorite person in the whole world. She knew how whiny you would get when you didn’t get what you wanted, and right now, you wanted nothing but for her to turn your legs into jelly and leave you breathless as the sun woke up. While she still wore her Harbinger outfit, you had already stripped down to your silk robe that was Pandora’s box to the Harbinger.

Arlecchino didn’t even need to look at you to see those puppy eyes and pout you always gave her, letting out a little chuckle, a thin smile breaking her stoic expression. “You should know by now, beloved, that face, while turning you into the most adorable doll in the world, does not work on me. I promise I will be done in a minute.”

You genuinely frowned at her statement. You hopped off her desk, moving her hands as you straddled her lap, her legs in between yours. You wrapped your hands around her neck, looking at Arlecchino in her eyes. Arlecchino returned your look, raising an eyebrow and letting out a scoff before continuing to work over your shoulders. She was already used to your attempts to pull her away from her desk and into your shared bed; this was no different from your hundreds of other attempts.

Ideas of how to charm your girlfriend flooded your head, but unfortunately you had already tried them all. Some of them flooded your stomach with warmth, that cord in your lower regions starting to curl up as you gave in to your carnal thoughts, a smile on your face.

“My, my, my love.” Arlecchino’s words pulled you back to reality. You could no longer hear her quill scribble onto paper, but just the sound of you humping the Harbinger’s leg absentmindedly. You immediately stopped your actions when you heard the sound, your cheeks flushed red when you saw the damage done to the Harbinger’s thigh. Arlecchino let out a low chuckle as a response, her fingers brushing your hair back and behind your ear. Her other hand held onto your chin, forcing you to look at her in the eyes. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Never learnt how to control those carnal desires of yours, hmn?”

You blushed at your girlfriend’s words, feigning an innocent smile as you bore into those crimson crosses with round eyes. “Arle makes me really really happy.” “Do I now?” Arlecchino mused, her claw-like fingers running across your jaw as she cupped your face. “I thought I taught you how to control those desires of yours, my little slut. But you just can’t control it, can’t you? Of course, I did not expect much from someone so needy for my touch to listen to my words.” 

Arlecchino feigned disappointment, scoffing at you and shaking her head, but you knew she wasn’t really disappointed or disgusted by you by that sinister glimmer in her eyes that promised you the keys to unlocking all those fantasies in your head. Arlecchino stood up, placing you in her chair as she walked away, grabbing something from that cabinet that had a lock in it. She procured your favorite strap on, with the clear eight inch phallic object in her hand. Arlecchino swiftly secured it onto her body, spreading a generous amount of lube on the dildo before making her way back to you. She lifted your body up with strength no human would have, positioning your body right above the dildo, your face facing hers. Arlecchino gave you a nod of approval as you let out a breathy ‘thank you’, sinking yourself onto the phallic object as it entered your cunt, filling your un-stretched walls with an unspeakable euphoric feeling with that one movement. You didn’t even notice your robe was undone when you felt Arlecchino’s fingers grab your waist, curling in ever so gently into your flesh as you let out a whine. Her hands stopped you from enacting on your wants, keeping you frustrated and terribly horny.

“I have a proposition for you, dear.” Arlecchino hummed, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

Your ears pricked up at her words. 

“I have a very important phone call I must make in a few seconds. While I am on that call, you are to continue fucking yourself on my cock. No cumming either.” “Arle! That’s not fair! I’m gonna cum!” You protested, only to be met with a slap on your face, her hand pulling your chin back to face her. She bunched up your hair and swooped it over to one side, leaning closer to your neck as she bit onto your skin, sucking onto the blood that poured out like a vampire. You squealed at her sudden bite, but your screams were blocked by the hand that snaked around your mouth.

“Then you better hold it in, darling, otherwise the punishment will not be ideal for you at all. So are you going to behave for me, darling?” Arlecchino released her other hand from your waist, as you started to rock yourself against the dildo, letting yourself succumb to the pleasure you craved for. 

“Y-Yes..” You stammered, holding back a moan as Arlecchino began to rock her hips as well, matching your rhythm, making the intensity even higher and harder to resist.

“Yes what?”

“Yes M-Mistress…”

Arlecchino grinned. “Good girl.” 

She picked up the phone, dialing a number you didn’t recognize. A satisfactory and devilish grin crept onto her face when her intended recipient picked up.

“Good evening, Tartaglia. Do you have twenty or so minutes to discuss various things?”

Oh, fuck.

Of course she chose the chatterbox.

Ten minutes in and you were already quivering, your body numb and overridden with euphoria that you had to let go, but couldn’t. Arlecchino didn’t make this any easier for you either. Everytime you slow down just a fraction of your rocking against her cock, she’d press her fingers into your waist, prompting you to speed up before you’d start to bleed out. If you let out a squeal or a moan, she’d grab onto your waist and use her own strength to thrust you down and make you stay still until she’d give you the go-ahead to continue fucking yourself. It became a cycle of trying not to cum and moan at the same time, until you were so frustrated tears began to fall from your face. 

Arlecchino noticed the teardrops falling onto her shoulder, and through your teary and pleasure filled eyes you swore you saw worry flicker in those crosses.

“I have no more questions, Tartaglia. Farewell.” Arlecchino dropped the telephone, hanging up on the other Harbinger as she cupped your cheek, using her thumb to wipe your tears away.

“Shhh…. Shhh., we’re done, now, babygirl.” Arlecchino cooed, kissing the area she bit. “You did so well for me. I’m so proud of you.”

The words alone could’ve made you come undone right then and there. But good girls always ask for permission first.

“M-Mistress… w-wanna…” You sobbed, your rocking starting to get weaker and weaker, the rope inside of you just a few strands away from breaking and unleashing all the frustration inside of you.

“Shhh… go ahead, babygirl. Come for me.” Arlecchino grabbed your waist, lifting your fragile body up as she thrusted into your pussy, howls and cries erupting from your mouth. Your cunt was already hollowed out by the time Arlecchino had finished her call, but once she began thrusting upwards and pushing you down, turned you into liquid putty for Arlecchino to mold everytime your skin hit her pants.  The rope in your core finally snapped when Arlecchino placed a single finger on that hardened, ignored and needy clit of yours. You threw your head back, arching your back until it formed a semi circle as the floodgates burst open. Arlecchino wrapped her hand around your mouth to silence your scream as your body spasms over hers, coming undone, flooding and ruining her pants, but she could care less. Arlecchino fucks you through your high, the aftershock, and until you came down from your high. She pulled the dildo out from your sensitive cunt, whispering praise into your ear as she wrapped her arms around you, coddling you like a baby.

“You did so good for me, babygirl. I’m so, so, so very proud of you.” Arlecchino whispered, planting tiny kisses all over your skin. She let out a chuckle as she surveyed the damage done. “It appears I will need to buy new pants.”

You look down at the mess you made, as your cheeks flushed red. “I’m sorry…”

“Nonsense.” Arlecchino tapped your nose with her index finger, smiling at you. It was a smile that held no ulterior motives, a smile that only reminded you of the warmth of a fire and reassured you that everything was going to be okay. “Come. Let’s get you and me all cleaned up and ready for bed, hmn? The Iudex is a patient man; he can wait until next morning for his paperwork to be filled out.”

[achromatophoric]

Wenclairtober 2024, Day 24 - First Date

“As first dates go,” she said, her glossy gaze still admiring the woman in her lap, “this really could have gone better.”

“It was more than I could have imagined.”

“Well, you never were very good at imagining the nicer things.”

“Are you calling me unimaginative?”

“If the predictably black boot fits…”

The detective exhaled a breathy chuckle and smiled. For once, it was entirely sincere, unfettered by pained past or impending future. From her partner’s delighted gasp, it too was more than she could have imagined.

“You have dimples?!” exclaimed the wolf in an incredulous tone. “After all this time, you’ve been hiding what are, and I must emphasize, the most adorable-as-shit dimples I’ve ever seen!”

The answering shrug was barely more than a shudder. “Contingency plan. Secret weapon. Either way, I was saving it for when your usefulness inevitably ended.”

The wolf’s mock offended gasp rang hollow, as did her half-hearted shove. Too a light a touch. Too aware of the damage.

“Screw you, Detective.”

“If we only had the time, Wolf.”

Those words proved too much for the moment. It finally broke with one woman’s sob, while the other could only marvel as tears rained upon her face. Hot droplets upon rapidly cooling skin and that exceedingly rare smile. Marvelous.

“Moon above, I’m going to miss you.” She wiped away tears from eyes that have never been more vividly blue and pressed her wet palms to her beloved’s face.

“As I will miss you, my sunlit heart.”

“Wait for me, okay? Wherever you’re going.”

“Of course. When have—have I not?”

A trembling smile. Tears that were once specks of heat now went unfelt. Her entire world had narrowed to behold only the one who cradled her. The one who held her heart. Everything else had long gone black.

“One—One more kiss, my love? For… the journey?”

Did she manage to speak? She couldn’t tell. She couldn’t even feel relief when the shining angel above her nodded. So bright. So perfect. So—

Oh.

Pressure upon her lips. Her angel. Her faithful wolf. She was gravity beyond celestial. In that infinite black, with all else gone, it was magnified a trillion fold. Binary existence. The nothing of Zero, and the everything that was Her, distilled into singularity.

If she could still speak, something the dead are lamentably incapable of, she would have reassured her love one last time. She would have laced their fingers so their nails alternated rainbow and black. Her smirk would be the one her wolf so adored. Then, in the driest of tones, she would have told her this:

“As far as last dates go, this was unequivocally flawless. For what else could I have ever desired, but to be ushered into eternity by the very one who had become my everything?”

And so did it end. One final case, closed with a long-awaited date that was both their first and their

“HELL-TO-THE-FUCK NO!!”

Wednesday: Excuse me?

The writer looks up from her manuscript to take in Enid’s tear-streaked visage. Twisted as her face is in distraught fury, she is breathtaking, if perhaps a touch snotty from ugly crying.

Enid: Wednesday Friday Addams, you— *sniffles* —are NOT allowed to finish the book this way!

Enid: Whatever THAT was— *jabs finger at the manuscript* —is NOT how things are ending for Viper and Zeva!

Wednesday: *stunned* But it’s done. I just need to send it to the editor—

Enid: No! Nope! Nada! Nein! Ie! Aniya! Οχι!

Wednesday: Enid—

Enid: 🙅‍♀️

Wednesday: Then what—

Enid: What you are GOING to do is edit the everloving shit out of the ending, so that my girlies get the HAPPILY-ever-after they freakin’ DESERVE!

Enid: *claws out* You are NOT ruining Wolfviper, GOT IT?!

Wednesday: *deep suffering sigh*

Enid: 😡

Wednesday: 😒

Wednesday: Fine. I’ll rewri—

The manuscript goes flying as Wednesday is bowled over by Enid’s exceedingly pleased and relieved tackle hug.

Enid: THANK YOU BABE I LOVE YOU YOU’RE THE BEST!!!

Wednesday: *peppered with kisses* I love you too, mi sol.

Enid: *releases Wednesday* Kay, now get to it.

Wednesday: Get to what?

Enid: *shoves Wednesday towards her desk* To fixing that dumpster fire you call an ending.

Wednesday: Now?

Enid: 🤨

Wednesday: *sighs* Yes, dear.

[mikachi-chu]

"Take it" | Wolf! Anasui x f!reader

Warning! NSFW starts below, viewer's discretion is advised!

Tags: dom!anasui, f!reader, shy reader, kabedon, knotting, rough sex, wall pushing, standing sex, breeding, use of Y/n, long tongue, cunnilingus (f! receiving), claws, make out, begging(y/n), pet names (princess), anasui being mean, empty alley

You had no idea how you ended up here. But was it really that important? Pushed up tightly against a wall, all you could feel was his warm breath against your ear, panting and relishing your scent that he longed for so long. He must be out of his mind, pouncing on you in the middle of an empty alley next to your shared apartment like that, not being able to resist his primal urges any longer. Anasui was right behind you, trying to refrain from completely losing it and ripping your clothes off right then and there, but how could you blame him? Your beautiful hair, attractive body and adorable personality makes him go feral for you. His long tongue slid against your ear, making you shiver and melt against his rough touch as he held your hands against the wall. "Y/n... I... I can't hold it much longer. May I...? " , he exclaimed, his voice giving away his self-restraint. The tent in his pants looked painful, straining against the fabric and snugly positioned right between your ass cheeks as he pushed it more and more against you, trying to get off to any kind of friction he got, as long as it was from you. "A-Anasui, do you mean?..." , you looked over your shoulder, gazing at his throbbing member right behind you, then back up at his face. He was panting hard. His eyes are nearly shut, looking at you with a hazy, lustful gaze. Fangs showing, he grew more impatient by the second. "You know.. exactly what I'm asking you for.." You knew that time came again, and you knew how much it took to control himself. With your heart beating out of your chest, you nodded. That was all it took. It was like a switch flipped inside of him. He ripped your underwear off right under your skirt/pants, turning you around to face him but still being careful enough not to claw at your supple skin. You gasped as he got on his knees, holding you up against the wall by your thighs and diving right between your legs. His long tongue slid against your folds, making you quiver and moan at his sudden, unpredictable advances. He continued swirling his tongue on your clit, clawing more and more into your thighs until you're dripping wet. You squirmed and tugged at his hair, begging for more, begging for him to keep going. "Please Anasui, p-please, I need more!!" You could feel a knot form up in your stomach, the sweet release from his torture so close, though he had enough. He needed you, and he needed you now.

Moving back, he looked up at you. His pink eyes mixed with a reddish tint, eyes dark and filled with uncontrollable lust. He gently put you back on your feet, getting up and slamming one hand on the wall next to your head. "Need me? Hm? Want me to shove my cock in, right here? Is that what you need, princess...?", he purred right in front of your face, sliding his clawed finger over your heat, teasing you and smirking with that wide grin that made your heart race. You nodded rapidly, pushing your hands against the wall behind you and leaning against it, trying to get a hold of yourself although you could barely stand. "Thought so..." , his grin grew wider as she used his claws to rip open your shirt, exposing your chest to him.With a satisfied chuckle, he reached down to pull his throbbing erection out, with the same hand that just caressed his beloved. You panted eagerly, looking down as his thick member sprung up. It really was huge... He turned you to the side, holding your leg up from under your knee and positioning himself right at your entrance, lubing it with his pre-cum. The feeling of his pointy tip prodding at your slit made your heart skip a beat. Slowly pushing in, he grunted as he tried to make his huge cock fit in, though that wasn't that easy at all. "Anasui, It-hah! It won't fit!", You cried out, feeling yourself stretch at the sheer size of your lover. Him being in heat doesn't make it any better, as he nearly grew twice his normal size. "Ngh.. C'mon princess, be strong and just Take It, won't- ah.. won't you?", he grunted, finally bottoming out with one harsh thrust into your core. He used his other hand to reach for your chest, squeezing and caressing it as he started thrusting into you. Using every last ounce of willpower he had, he made sure to not destroy you right then and there. "Y..you're so- f'kn tight.. God, Y/n, you make me go insane, you know that?" He kissed you, pushing his long tongue into your mouth and licking your lips that he showers with kisses every single day. You felt your insides flare up, letting out a loud moan with tears welling up in your eyes. It felt so, so good you thought, as juices were dripping from your heat onto the floor. He knew which spots to hit to make you go limp, and so he used his experience to thrust right into them. He put your leg down to push you against the wall again, holding you up by your hips and reinserting himself from behind, right into your abused, dripping pussy. Picking up the pace, he gripped you harder and leans foward, digging into you as deep as he possibly can. You feel yourself losing it, drooling and mewling at his rough pace, feeling him getting bigger inside of you every minute. "Y/n. I..I'm going to cum, and you'll take it all, right pretty? Do it for me my princess, I want you to- Nrgh...to take every last drop of me, okay?", he grunted under his heavy breathing, holding you in place and going even faster, chasing his orgasm while pushing you over the edge. You finally feel that knot built up from before again, screaming your lovers name as you cling onto the wall for dear life. "Y-Yes Anasui, I'm cumming too... Please fill me up!❤" His thrusts become more sloppy and erratic, and with one last hard thrust he cums, groaning loudly into your ear. His throbbing cock widens as he holds you tightly, pushing the knotted part at the base in, releasing every last drop of his hot seed into you and making sure everything stays inside. Your knees go limp as you feel him fill you up, looking back at him with a loving expression. "H..hah..Every... last.. drop..", he moves closer to you, kissing you once again while you both come down from your high. He smiles, peppering kisses all across your cheek. A while later, you both return to your apartment, Anasui worshipping the very ground you stand on and running you both a romantic bath. You're just so happy you helped him out, and undoubtedly, this is one of the most exciting times of the year.

Looks like you won't be getting any sleep tonight..

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: EEE I can't believe this is my first ever fic!! I'm so happy I get to share this with you guys, let's make lots of amazing spicy memories together! Asks/Requests are always open, so feel free to request your favorite character x you!~  ❤

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "…How’d you know I wanted this?" "Because I heard you talking about it on several occasions." "I didn’t know you paid this much attention to me." "—I don’t. You just happen to talk really loudly.”

Pairing: Idia Shroud x GN!Reader/Prefect/Yuu

Genre: Fluff, and slight crack because it's Idia <3

TW: NA

"-And so, we shall celebrate this winter with a housewarden Secret Santa exchange!" Crowley smiled, golden eyes crinkling into happy little half-moons behind his mask.

The seven housewardens of NRC, joined by Ramshackle's Prefect for this particular meeting, looked at each other. Some with clear exasperation in their eyes, a few (namely Kalim) showing a little more excitement than the rest of their dour counterparts.

The Prefect sighed, sinking into their chair as if embarrassed beyond words as Crowley clapped his hands and stretched his arms towards them, proudly continuing.

"I must give credit of this splendid idea to our beloved Prefect, who told me about this adorable little custom they had followed back in their own world. Of course, being the kind and generous soul that I am, I wish for our Prefect to feel right at home here in Twisted Wonderland. I believe all of you wish the same, hm?"

Leona grumbled under his breath as he leaned back in his chair, tail swishing irritably. Of course the old crow goes and uses them against us, he thought to himself, watching as the others' faces immediately softened at that. No matter how much the seven housewardens of NRC hated working with each other, with the exception of Kalim who seemed happy to just be there, all of them would bear with it if it was for the sake of the Ramshackle Prefect.

Crowley didn't exaggerate when he called the magicless human a beast tamer.

"Fine by me, as long as I don't have to get somethin' for the lizard," he spoke, jutting his chin at Malleus as he frowned. The dragon fae narrowed his eyes at him, before turning to look at the headmage.

"As much as it pains me to admit it, I agree with Kingscholar," he said, voice low and serious. "That being said, I do hope that you would allow me to partake in this gift exchange with the Child of Man as my partner."

"Now, now, that isn't fair to the rest of us, Malleus. I would very much like to be the Prefect's Secret Santa as well," Vil hummed, raising a perfectly trimmed eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"That's not how Secret Santa works," the Prefect sighed, before Crowley took over for them. "Precisely. And to ensure that everyone has a fair chance of being assigned as our beloved Prefect's Secret Santa, we will have the fairest means of competition possible!"

He took a box from under the table and placed it in front of everyone. "You all shall draw chits, and the person who's name you draw will be for whom you have to get a gift," he drummed his golden claws on the box as he pushed it in Riddle's direction.

"Mr. Rosehearts, if you would."

Riddle nodded, before putting his hand inside and pulling out a chit.

The process continued, with the Prefect being the last to pull out a name. Their eyes had widened on seeing what was written before they shoved the piece of paper in their pocket, refusing to answer Malleus and Kalim's questions of whose name they had pulled.

No one noticed the reclusive housewarden of Ignihyde slinking away in the shadows, the tips of his hair flaming a soft pink.

"Why did I have to get them, out of everybody?" Idia groaned into his pillow. The one time he decided to attend a housewarden meeting in person, he had to be roped into what was probably going to be the most awkward bonding activity.

"I do not have enough XP to get the Prefect a gift for Christmas," he mumbled to himself, turning to lie on his back. As Idia stared up at the ceiling, he continued airing out his grievances to the techomantic machines in his room.

"If it was any of the others I could have gotten them something. What do I get them...?"

Idia let out another groan, dragging his hands down his face. Maybe avoiding them after his overblot wasn't such a great idea...

But how could he have brought himself to talk to them after the entire fiasco that was his overblot? If there was anyone who knew all about the effects of overblots on victims and the people around them, it was him. Besides, Ortho had become fast friends with them, so he could always keep an eye on their state through him...

"Ortho!"

The young humanoid poked his head in through the door, only to be met with the frantic and helpless eyes of his brother.

"Help me get something for the Prefect!"

Idia sighed, wishing for not the first time and certainly not the last time to melt into the floor, if only to escape the stifling atmosphere in the room as the housewardens exchanged presents.

Distracted by the sight of ever oblivious Kalim handing a flustered Riddle an extremely expensive-looking tea set, he didn't notice when the Prefect snuck up on him.

"Hey."

"Sevens-!" He spun his head to look at them, eyes wide with shock and fear. "P-Prefect, you shouldn't creep up on me like that! That's t-too much for my poor otaku heart-!"

Idia's cheeks and hair tinted a light pink as they mumbled out an apology for startling him. They allowed him to calm down before speaking.

"So, who's the lucky person?" They asked, their gaze on the wrapped box in his hand. He felt his mouth dry, at a loss for words.

"T-this is, uh, it's for you, a-actually," he mumbled, feeling warm as he looked down at the neatly wrapped present before handing it to them.

The Prefect tilted their head, and Idia had to stop his squeal at how cat-like that action was. "You're my Secret Santa?"

Idia nodded, not trusting his words to be anything but a panicked jumble of how cute they were and how much he liked them and how he hoped they liked what he got for them because if they didn't then he would happily bury himself alive to escape the humiliation and embarassment and-

"What a coincidence! I'm your Secret Santa as well!"

"O-Oh." Idia's train of thought screeched to a stop, before roaring back and running at even higher speeds. Is this some sort of joke from the Seven? That just upped the difficulty level! Abort, abort mission right now!

They smiled, before pressing something into Idia's hands. The warmth of their smaller hands on his was equal parts comforting and panic-inducing. Had Ortho been there, he would have definitely remarked on his increased heartbeat and dilated pupils.

"I got you the merch that Precipice Moirai released recently. It isn't much, but..."

"Isn't much..? Wait, are you talking about those figurines they launched for their fifth anniversary?!" Idia's eyes widened as you nodded. "Even I couldn't get them anywhere because I was a bit late! How did you clear that quest so easily?!"

"Well... I entered the lucky draw they held just for fun, but ended up winning the figurines. And I knew that you wanted them, so-"

"How did you know I wanted this?" Idia asked. It wasn't his intention to be rude, but he was pretty sure that all of his groaning and moaning about losing the chance to own the ultra-rare, SSR tier merch was only heard by Ortho.

He watched as they hesitated before answering. "That's because... I heard you talking about it to Ortho a few times."

Idia's heart thundered in his chest. The Prefect was trying to not make eye contact with him, a clear sign that they weren't telling the entire truth.

"I, uh.. I didn’t know you paid this much attention to me"

"—I don’t. You just happen to talk really loudly and passionately about the things you like," they said, still refusing to make eye contact with him. Before Idia could tell himself that it was because the Prefect wanted to get over with this interaction as soon as they could, he noticed the darkness of their cheeks, and the colour on the tip of their ears.

"Oh. Well, thank you anyways, Prefect. I hope you'll like my gift as well," Idia said, an awkward, yet sincere smile on his face.

Back to Masterlist...

[rozeliyawashereyall]

Rewatching @obsidian-lantern vampire series

Eva and Sky my bloodsucking beloveds +a secret third thing at the end.

Click if you dare.

Jk it's just headcanons I made with a few friends on discord

@jaetists I'm doing this for both you and me bestie

For those who don't know I'm using "hon" to refer to the listener, because it's like, the only nickname we got from him and I refuse to use (y/n)

I. You cannot tell me this man is not touch-starved. Used to flinch at the slightest touch of affection, but give him time and he'll start warming up to it

Absolute cuddle bug he is

II. Ngl, he probably isn't the best at social cues since he can't rlly be around people a lot

III. Traumatized and probably a lot of abandonment issues

IV. It was suggested that he kisses minor cuts and bruises on hon, with hand kisses as greetings and goodbyes. Of course I had to include this it's adorable.

V. Frequently uses hon as a personal heater since never actually felt warm because he's always in the dark and because, well, he's a vampire. So he's very drawn to it.

Also switches between little and big spoons—but he's normally the bigger spoon. Mainly because he wants Hon to feel protected, but when he's especially valuable he wouldn't mind being little spoon.

VI. Ticklish behind his ears and ribs, good luck trying to catch him off guard though, your best chance is to attack when he just woke up.

VII. Stargazing dates~

VIII. Weirdly good at long division, but struggles with most other math IX. He has really bad blood circulation, specifically his feet and fingers, but what did we expect honestly he's a vampire. X. Nails grow with a natural point (like a claw), so he cuts them down. XI. Would listen to all and I mean all kinds of music, he’s lived through many decades. Also spends a lot of his free time watching crime documentaries. XII. Cuts his own hair lol no barbershops are open at night. Has probably fucked it up once or twice and cried. Don't worry Eva fixed it for him XIII. Has a strange fascination with old things. He loves going thrifting. He spends like 20 minutes in the clothes section, and a good hour and a half in the antiques. His house is covered in funny looking antiques, and gifts them to people whenever he sees fit XIV. The definition of “I saw this and thought of you so I bought it.” Expect many gifts XV. He really loves scary movies. And speaking of movies! He watches Twilight, thinks it sucks but sometimes watches it unironically when he’s bored.

XVI. He knows how to waltz~ and some other classic ballroom dances. Eva taught him most of them. He's also more than willing to teach honey how to dance as well!

XVII. Makes sure you've eaten and drank water daily—this includes medications ofc

Also just because he's a vampire doesn't mean he won't make sure you're getting enough sleep.

XVIII. Sky can indeed purr, with the reason in one of the doodles

XIX. he's definitely a hobby hoarder, his favourite is painting. I just like imagining him painting sunsets while brooding over not getting to see it (and probably honey)

Thanks @iistxrmyskyii @willowve01 @tiefling-chaos and @lightdragon789 for helping with the headcanons!

[madangel19]

Ghostober Day 5: Lingerie

Pairing: Cumulus/Cirrus featuring Swiss

Summary: Cumulus has a special surprise for Cirrus

Contains: Vibrating panties, nipple pasties, tiddy sucking, good ol' ghoulette lovin' :3

Kinktober prompt list by @kroas-adtam and ya'll can also read this on Ao3!

Word Count: 737

Enjoy!

I have a surprise for you, Cir. Cum to our room <3

That was the text that had Cirrus dropping her load of laundry and speeding to the ghoul den. Cumulus was always the best at surprising her. One of the many reasons why she adored her mate. Sometimes they came out of the blue or Cumulus would send her a text to come to their room. Whatever it was, it was going to be wonderful.

Cirrus sped past the main living quarters and went down the hallway. She could already smell the sweet arousal of her mate, making her mouth water. 

She turned a corner and stopped in her tracks when she saw Swiss stepping out of their room, humming to himself. He noticed her and he gave her a mischievous smirk. Cirrus would have been pissed, but she didn’t smell anything off. 

“Got her all ready for you, Cir. Enjoy your surprise,” he chuckled, giving her a thumbs up before walking past her. 

“Thanks,” Cirrus replied, watching him go. Nothing suspicious so far.

“Cirrus~,” an angelic voice sang from their room.

The ghoulette shook her head, a smile forming on her lips as she thought of the surprise. She opened the door and stepped in, removing her jacket. 

Cumulus was seated on the bed, her large black wings out and covering her body, her back facing Cirrus. Upon opening the door, Cumulus looked over at her and chirped softly as she turned her body, her wings still covering her. There was a faint buzzing in the air.

“Hey,” Cirrus started.

She was about to say something else before Cumulus opened her wings to reveal that she was tied up in red ribbon. Cirrus’s mouth dropped when her eyes went straight to the ribbon covering her barely contained breasts. It looked like they were going to break free at any second. Her arms were tied behind her back, but it didn’t look like she was uncomfortable. Swiss’s work. The ribbon dug into her plump flesh all over, making it look as if she could burst free from her ruby prison at any second.

Cirrus’s gaze went lower until she saw that Cumulus was wearing vibrating panties. They were already getting slick as Cumulus let out a perfectly soft moan as she wiggled her hips.

“What…What do you think of…of your surprise, Cir?” She asked, her cheeks going pink.

“I love it. You’re the perfect present, my little stormcloud,” Cirrus cooed, dropping her jacket and stripping her pants and top off before sitting next to her mate and taking her in. 

“Why don’t you start unwrapping your present, honey? Preferably my tits. Get them free before they break free on their own,” Cumulus giggled, her chest bouncing enticingly.

“Yes, ma’am,” Cirrus laughed as she used a single claw to cut the ribbon. It burst with a snap, freeing Cumulus’s tits. The first thing she noticed were the heart-shaped pasties on her nipples. They smelled like sugar and vanilla. 

“Another surprise,” Cumulus chimed.

“Fuck, I love your suprises. Got any more for me?” Cirrus asked before kissing her tenderly. Even her lips smelled and tasted like sugar.

“Maybe,” Cumulus purred, her tail moving around to wrap around her waist, keeping her close. 

Cirrus pulled away from the kiss, licking her lips and feeling sugar crystals on them. 

“You’re so sweet, Cumulus. The sweetest ghoulette ever,” she said, giving her breasts a squeeze before licking around the pasties. Cumulus chirped and purred in response, her wings twitching to and fro. Cirrus looked forward to turning her beloved into a sweet and sticky mess.

“Sweet just for you,” Cumulus moaned.

Cirrus smiled against her chest, her love for her growing stronger as she listened to how her mate’s heart raced. She reached around and freed her bound hands with ease. She knew Cumulus would want to hold her and didn’t want to keep her waiting.

“Thanks, love,” Cumulus said before wrapping her arms around her back and pulling her closer to her chest before straddling her. Cirrus simply hummed in response as she kept sucking on her breast. 

Moments passed and the pastie melted in her mouth, giving her access to her mate’s hard nipple. She licked around it, sucking harder as she looked up at Cumulus whose face was contorted in ravaging bliss as she let out a delightful chirp. 

“Beautiful,” Cirrus whispered before sucking on her other breast. 

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Power

Thank you @dansnotavampire for this delicious prompt! TW blood.

‘Your Grace,’ whispered a wretched shade, forming and breaking as it spoke. ‘The king returns. Will you allow me to open the way? Please?’ The thing cowered, once a tiefling man and now simply smoke. He gazed up at the woman on the throne high above with fear and adoration, a beaten dog. Tav met his eye and he held her gaze, trembling.

‘No,’ she said softly. ‘Let him walk.’

‘As you wish Your Radiance.’ He scurried off. The other shades raised their voices in a chorus, the rustle of wind, tiny spots of cold in the oppressive heat.

Tav waited, listening. The throne room was empty, the House void of any living thing save herself and Haarlep, who curled into her at night and now sat quietly with his cheek pressed to her thigh. He was here to keep her husband in line, not her. A telltale roar from outside, the scream of a tormeted soul, and the doors banged open.

She knew the walk was long. He seemed so far away from up here on the throne, a figment of her imagination. And yet as he moved into the room with its sumptuous velvet and glittering gold and infernal marble warm like a body to the touch, he became real, and realer still. Brimstone hit her nose first, so concentrated it was sickly sweet, the musk and cherries barely masking it. She’d almost forgotten, but her head swam with it, made her turn away.

‘Beloved,’ she said flatly as he surged towards her, face twisted in a snarl. ‘It’s been a long time.’

‘You would have me walk?’ he hissed, trembling with fury. ‘In my own house? My darling little mouse, you-’

Her gaze fixed on him then, hot and vengeful as a lightning strike. ‘Be quiet.’ Beside her, Haarlep held his breath.

‘You would dare,’ Raphael whispered, ‘to order me? I, who brought you here in good faith, fed you from my table, allowed you to share my bed, you- spiteful child, you would dare-’

Her lips pulled back in a sneer. ‘I am no child. I am your queen. Your wife. And you left me to fight your stupid, suicidal war.’

‘And you would take the incubus,’ he said, voice scathing as he gestured to Haarlep. ‘I suppose you didn’t even wait until my side of the bed was cold, did you, Your Grace?’

‘Of course not,’ she said, scoffing. ‘You treated the poor thing terribly and made him do all the work.’ She leaned forward, back straight, smiled a thin, mirthless smile. ‘The house is mine now, Raphael. Your subjects mine. The gift your father gave you, mine.’ Haarlep purred in agreement, a wicked little smirk on his lips. ‘You should not have come back.’ She stood, descended the stairs, watched the devil stand straighter even as he glowered down at her. ‘Something you’ll never understand is that they love me. Sometimes they look at me the way they looked at you and it makes my stomach turn because they are afraid. But they’re my people now. You lost your right to that seat-’ she gestured upwards, ‘-the moment you left on your absurd quest. All I can say to you is good luck, if you think the God of Ambition will allow you to steal from him.’

‘And who made him so?’ Raphael growled, clawed hands gripping her shoulders, eyes burning with longing and anger. ‘You, beguiling vixen, you created him. Our own enemy. If you had simply told the boy to kneel to his goddess, none of us would be in this mess!’

‘You chose to leave!’ she snapped, baring her teeth. ‘We could have been a united front, faced everything that came at us, but your selfishness knows no bounds.’ She pushed at him but he did not budge, towering over her. He dug in his claws, nostrils flaring in anger.

‘My selfishness,’ he hissed, ‘is why you are here, and not washed up on the docks in Baldur’s Gate, blown to pieces by a fucking Netherbrain! Perhaps I should have left you on the mortal plane! You would have come back here anyway, a little lost soul, to call me Master! Yet here you are!’

She lunged with a cry of rage, the sharp slap of her open hand sending him reeling back in shock, infernal eyes wide. She crouched, hands curled as though she had claws, a feral howl ripped from her throat. ‘ENOUGH!’ She was tiny compared to him, fragile, her nails and teeth blunt, and yet in this moment she felt a surge of power such as she’d never had.

There was fear in his eyes.

‘That word will never leave my mouth.’ Tav stepped back, conceded ground, but Haarlep rose behind her, bolstering warmth at her back, his tail curling soothingly- and possessively- around her ankle.

‘Your Grace,’ he said, voice silky, ‘do you want me to get rid of him?’

‘No,’ she said, not taking her eyes off her husband. ‘You’re king of this realm, are you not?’ He narrowed his eyes, swished his tail like an angry cat. ‘Answer me.’

‘I am.’ His jaw clenched. ‘Though you have made yourself quite comfortable in my seat, my dear.’

‘Someone had to rule.’ The retort was venomous, meant to wound. ‘You will not remove me.’

‘Oh?’ He was amused now, grinning with fangs on full display. ‘It was hardly a fair conquest. You stole it when my back was turned.’

‘Come and get it, then,’ she said boldly. ‘If you’re no coward.’

He stalked forward, eyes dancing with malice and mirth. Ah. He thinks he’s in control. ‘You’ve had your fun, little mouse.’ His voice held a dangerous lull, too soft. ‘Come here. All is forgiven.’

‘Oh, that’s cute! You think I’m the one who needs forgiveness! Are you insane?’ Tav drew a blade from within the folds of her dress, flipped it in her hand, hissed. ‘You should be on your hands and knees begging me Raphael.’

He hesitated, the smile dropping from his face. ‘Insolent pup, you’re actually serious.’

‘Queen. Do as I say.’ Haarlep’s tail tightened around her ankle; he was enjoying this.

Raphael was at war with himself, clearly; his tail swished angrily, but his eyes bore into her with pure lust, and he almost looked proud. He smirked, holding onto any semblance of control he could, and pressed his palms and knees to the infernal marble, wings folded neatly over his back, eyes locked to hers, waiting. ‘Well?’ he said smoothly. ‘Your enemy is defeated. Press your advantage.’

She could’ve done. But that would have meant going to him, and that wasn’t going to happen. Instead, in the most commanding voice she could muster, she said, ‘crawl to me.’

And he did. Slowly, without taking his eyes off her, he crawled to her feet, leaned onto his haunches and gazed up at her with such false innocence a flush of heat swept through her and she broke out in a sweat. ‘What next?’ He was enjoying this. She realised with a jolt he would’ve done this plenty of times, because of-

‘Oh, Your Grace you’re having so much fun… may I?’ Haarlep leaned over her shoulder, lips inches from her ear. ‘I would hate for the king to take all the spoils of war…’

Raphael looked down, seemingly fighting with himself. She could hear him taking steady breaths, claws kneading his thighs.

Tav shivered, felt the incubus close his teeth on her ear. But there was still the devil at her feet; she couldn’t show weakness. Reaching out with the dagger in her hand, she placed it under his chin. ‘Eyes on me,’ she said softly. His eyes blazed, claws digging into his skin, but he obeyed. He tensed, showed his fangs and got his feet under him, readying to pounce. He would, she thought, if I let my guard down.

‘What’s the matter, little mouse?’ he whispered. ‘Feeling a little in over your head?’

She growled, pressed the dagger to his skin. Beads of blood formed and trickled downward, slipping beneath his clothes. Haarlep pulled with his tail at her ankle, bringing her off balance, his arms snaking around her to take her weight.

And trap her there.

‘Haarlep. Whose side are you on?’

‘Oh, yours my queen, always yours. You seem a little tense. Perhaps you’d like to relax?’ He pawed at her breasts through her dress, kissed the pulse in her neck. She did not take her eyes off the devil, who licked his lips.

‘Put in the effort for once,’ she croaked, dropping the blade. He leapt for her, catching her by the hips and rucking her dress around her waist, his claws digging into the softness of her thighs. Blood welled, coursed slowly across her skin, and she yelped in surprise at the heat of his tongue lapping it up. He groaned, vibrating through her, pulled her forward to his tongue and teeth as he bit at the inner thigh, sucked a bruise there, fucking laughed when she moaned in response. The incubus hardly helped; he tore at the fabric of her dress, wrenching it from her shoulders and biting. He was pulling at her, the devil snarling at the competition. She had to wrest back control somehow. Reaching down, she grabbed a fistful of Raphael’s hair and pulled hard, hoping against hope that her resolve would not slip entirely.

‘As the conqueror commands.’ He was toying with her even now, even as his mouth closed around her clit and his claws raked her thighs, as he hummed into her core and shook with amusement as she jolted back in Haarlep’s embrace.

‘Patience little thief.’ The incubus gripped the back of her neck, turning her head to kiss her deeply, his tongue hot in her mouth, saliva sweet and heady. Heat bloomed again in her belly, gathered at the apex of her thighs, only made more intense by the infernal creature between them. She curled small hands around his horns, trying not to melt into a puddle on the spot. Haarlep pinched a nipple between two claws to bring her attention back to him and she gasped into his mouth.

‘You little wanton whore,’ said Raphael, breaking away to glare up at her. ‘Let go of him and cry for me.’

‘No.’ Tav turned, tried to ignore Haarlep at her throat. ‘No, I’ll do as I please. I- ah!’ She cried out as the devil returned to his ministrations with renewed vigour and aggression, sending her close to the edge- and stopping. ‘No, don’t,’ she whined, digging her nails into his scalp. ‘Keep going! I fucking command you to!’ He hummed against her but acquiesced, sending her crashing into orgasm, lightheaded from its force.

Haarlep ground against her, impatient. Raphael seemed to take pity, snapping his fingers- their clothes vanished into fire and ash, and the incubus wasted no time in taking her, thrusting into her body with the ease of many times before, his fingers shoving roughly into her mouth to stifle her cries. Raphael rose to his feet, watching her face contort as the incubus fucked into her at a near brutal pace, never seeming to tire. He could feel it, of course. The echoes of touch in his own body. She bit at the incubus’s fingers, laughed as he yelped and withdrew.

And then she pulled all the strings again with a single word.

‘Stop.’

Haarlep obeyed, staring at her in astonishment. It was echoed on Raphael’s face, slack-jawed shock. The infernal creatures here held sway with fear and violence, pleasure and pain, and yet this mortal woman, this fragile soft thing, had leashed and muzzled them, so they could do nothing but exactly what she told them to do. Not out of fear, nor force.

But out of loyalty. Tav ignored them both, ran her fingers through her hair and felt two pairs of eyes follow her hands. She smirked, still not gracing them with eye contact, and slid a hand between her legs, the other sliding softly over the swell of her breast. They burned, both of them; she could feel it in the crackle of the air, the catch of their shared breath as she exhaled, like they could breathe only because she did. The power had shifted and she held it all. The queen played her own body deftly as a lyre, and the liars watched enthralled; she cried out into the vastness of the throne room, her domain now, anointed it with heat and light and nectar they could not taste or touch. Devil and incubus were rooted, frozen, even as they ached to press fingers to flesh- hers or their own, it hardly mattered. She crooked her coated fingers, watched the king crumble. He took a step and she shook her head, laughter bubbling from her throat like bursts of sunlight.

‘No, you don’t,’ she purred. ‘Get down and beg.’

His knees hit the floor, his arms reached up to grip her by the hips, his gaze half fear and half adoring. She had become infernal iron in his absence, strong and wild and too hot to hold in the mortal world, destructive and terrible. But here, in the hells, she dragged him up to her level while he dragged her down to his. They would meet someday on an even keel, but for now… for now…

‘Please,’ he rasped, face pressed to her belly, eyes beseeching. ‘I don’t… know what to feel. I want your body but I am tired of trying to take it. I want you to give, freely. You have consumed my mind, my fiendish soul is lost somewhere within your own. You are becoming a creature, a monster, or my resolve is turning to ash at your touch. I don’t know which, I don’t. I hardly care. You vex me-’ here he whined, pressing his forehead to her skin, horns either side of her throat, struggling to rein himself in. ‘You torment as I torment, making one another bleed. You make me more human as I make you a little less. Some feeling is lodged in my throat and you will call it a lie, I know you will.’ He met her gaze again, her stomach jolting at the sight of tears. ‘My little mouse. What have you become? I fear I love you. I know I want you. I want to rip you open and crawl inside your ribs and stay there for eternity. What have you done? What have you done?’

‘I couldn’t have love from you, so I wanted power,’ she crooned, stroking his hair softly. ‘I have power. You would do anything I asked of you, wouldn’t you?’ She looked past him to the incubus, who whined like a dog. She pushed her fingers into Raphael’s mouth, reached out to Haarlep with her other hand. ‘I trust you can see to your frustrations,’ she murmured. ‘Seek audience tomorrow and I may grant your wish.’ She hissed when the devil bit at her fingers, but would not relent. This was about power, not want, Her own desires would wait. The truth of it would reveal itself come dawn, when their minds were not clouded by lust.

‘Draw me a bath,’ she said to Haarlep, dismissing him. He slunk off, unsatisfied, and Raphael drew a shaking breath and stood.

‘Negotiations are going well, I trust?’ he asked quietly.

‘As expected.’ Her eyes flicked down his body. ‘Take care of yourself before someone sees you like this.’

‘If I could-’

‘No.’ Her voice held the ring of authority. ‘Tomorrow. Tomorrow, you will learn. Tonight you sleep alone. Show me you understand.’

He drew her close, enveloping her body entirely with his own, kissing her deeply until her head spun with heat and the pounding of blood. Then he withdrew, equally unsatisfied, a bared soul aching for something he dared not name.

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[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒓𝒂 209 — mutant-monster mad scientist◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ “ eyes on me, mi cielo. . . those pretty eyes are just for me, huh? all mine. even when you have long since passed, I shall hold your heart within my hands ” ꒱

. ˚◞꒰verse꒱ 209

. ˚◞꒰face claim refs꒱ ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

. ˚◞꒰species꒱ spider, mantis and moth mutate 

. ˚◞꒰ethnicity꒱ mexican-indian ( awadhi-tamil )

. ˚◞꒰age꒱ 38

. ˚◞꒰gender꒱ typically genderfluid but male-presenting ( sometimes works on the way people perceive him on different days )

. ˚◞꒰mbti꒱ istj

. ˚◞꒰aliases꒱ red widow ( heroes ), the mad scientist ( the resistance ), the lunatic ( the resistance ), the scarlet plague ( mutants/resistance )

. ˚◞꒰appearance꒱

𖹭. maroon eyes, with slitted pupils ( wears contacts to hide his pupils ). typically uses winged eyeliner and sometimes red eyeshadow. he can have multiple pairs of eyes if his mutation is showing; his sclera and pupils might disappear completely in this case

𖹭. mid-length, layered, fluffy and slightly curly very dark brown hair that trickles down his shoulders

𖹭. very androgynous face, with sharp and soft features combined. has a bronze skin tone

𖹭. slender physique, stands at the height of 6’2” ( 187cm ). can appear a bit feminine

𖹭. typically dresses in reds and blacks. ranging from a classy style that can bleed into vintage. very genderfluid in his way of dressing

𖹭. beauty spots: scattered on the right side of his face with one at the left corner of his lips

𖹭. lips usually painted shades of red depending on his mood

𖹭. retractable fangs with venom and claws

𖹭. elongated tongue

𖹭. fingers/hands covered with rings and chains, with long, red painted fingernails

𖹭. ear piercings: a pair of standard lobe and industrial piercings — his right ear dons a transverse lobe, rook, orbital and snug piercing while his left ear holds a daith, stacked helix and forward helix piercing.

𖹭. piercings: venom tongue piercings, septum piercing and nose ring, nipple piercings, navel piercing

𖹭. can extend strong, flexible, scarlet and black tendrils from his back and arms

𖹭. four spider legs that tear out of his back but he can retract

𖹭. overall, if his mutation is having a bad day or he is going feral, he may display spider features such as multiple eyes, pincers, mouth glands that can secrete acid and so on

. ˚◞꒰personality꒱

𖹭. oh so deceptive, in his smile, his voice and overall appearance. charming, sickeningly sweet with a faux amiability

𖹭. even when he is hands-deep into an experiment, he keeps false kindness and friendly façade. gives off an eerie vibe to those with a good intuition

𖹭. morally evil with a chilling lack of ethics. extremely cunning and two-faced

𖹭. silver-tongued and charismatic

𖹭. so effortless on everything that he does, exuding a cool confidence

𖹭. intelligent and quick-witted. loves playing mind games on people and getting into their psyche

𖹭. certain that whatever he is doing is for the betterment of humanity, beyond self-righteous

𖹭. quite stubborn and makes sure to see his projects through, as a result has a tendency of overworking

𖹭. may appear serene but is quite temperamental, displays his anger and bitterness in a scarily calm way with a charming smile and smooth words in spite of his horrific actions

𖹭. yandere esque

. ˚◞꒰with a lover꒱

𖹭. that charming personality does not fade with a lover, rishen is often quite flirty and all sorts of teasing with his beloved.

𖹭. loves flustering you — it is a part of his favorite pass-times. fluster you and then grab you by the waist, only to tease you further.

𖹭. affection is mainly displayed in a physical manner. he will touch anything and everything on you that you allow him to touch and kiss, all so that he can worship you and make you feel good.

𖹭. another form of his affection is through gifts. he adores spoiling you with a wide variety of whatever it is you either need or want.

𖹭. very verbal in his love for you and shameless in every way; his tongue holds no filter.

𖹭. late night dances in his office, bringing you coffees or teas through the day, and finding you in the middle of the day simply to pour his affection out on you.

𖹭. he is a very passionate and dedicated lover — however, there is a darker side to it. rishen grows obsessive and quite possessive, his nature that of a yandere.

𖹭. and yes he takes it to the extremes. . .

𖹭. should someone merely look at you in a way he deems wrong, it is their funeral.

𖹭. do not fight him on this, he’ll lock you away for his eyes only.

. ˚◞꒰strengths꒱

𖹭. intelligence: highly intelligent from a young age, resulting in advanced, prodigal level of skill in science and technological fields.

𖹭. increased bodily function: advanced strength, speed, agility and durability.

𖹭. heightened senses: advanced sight, smell, hearing, taste and awareness of surroundings.

𖹭. healing factor: an average healing factor that heals his injuries far quicker than an average human

𖹭. tendrils: strong, resilient, red and black tendril-like appendages that can be produced from his back and extend from his hands

𖹭. spider legs: large spider legs that tear through his back at times, it is extremely painful for him but are very useful in combat.

𖹭. fangs & claws: retractable fangs that secrete paralyzing venom at will along with retractable claws from the pads of his fingers that can tear through a variety of materials.

. ˚◞꒰weaknesses꒱

𖹭. mutation: his mutation as a whole, while it does grant him a wide variety of abilities is also his greatest weakness.

𖹭. metabolism: has an extremely fast metabolism that requires him eating a lot through the day.

𖹭. abandonment issues: he suffers from horrible abandonment issues, which can cause him to get erratic and panicked whenever someone he loves does leave him on purpose after arguments, tiffs, etc.

𖹭. heart condition: suffers from a heart condition that requires him taking medication in order to make sure his heart stays stable.

𖹭. stabilisers: in order to control his mutation, he is required to inject himself with stabilisers on an alternating daily basis.

. ˚◞꒰relationships꒱

𖹭. jìngyí herrera: husband, best friend, business partner

𖹭. javier herrera: father, deceased

𖹭. rishima singhania: mother, deceased

𖹭. alessio agresta arias: best friend, deceased

𖹭. wèi lìxuě: enemey

𖹭. liú tàishī: enemy

𖹭. zhào haitāo: enemy

𖹭. lorenzo agresta arias: enemy

𖹭. park tae-hyun: enemy

. ˚◞꒰story꒱

after undergoing experimentation, rishen emerges with a spider mutation and a hatred for his fellow enigma. inheriting the mega science company, valence, after his father’s sudden death, he aims to lead the world with knowledge and science. while also working his way to top as a seemingly benevolent businessman and world renowned scientist.

behind the scenes is where the mask falls. rishen has no issue with the mass experimentation on the enigma. being a driving factor of the enigma genocide across his world.

alongside his mad doctor partner in crime and husband, jingyi herrera, the two become an unstoppable and dangerous couple. committing atrocities and puppetting world order behind the scenes. deeming the control of enigma necessary in their self-righteous mission.

. ˚◞꒰extra꒱

𖹭. he is the ceo of valence and practically runs the city of nueva york

𖹭. speaks spanish ( latin american ), speaks mandarin, speaks hindi, speaks tamil.

𖹭. he knows asl.

𖹭. has a cat named Beatrice Herrera Reina the 2nd queen of the abyssal dread. ( his and his husband’s “daughter” )

𖹭. he has four dobbermen: cupcake, cinnamon bun, horchata, strawberry

𖹭. he sometimes smokes

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

Post confession shenanigans- one shot

A/N: Whoops. My fingers slipped. Minors be gone. My fluff is not for you. If you like my content, leave a like, reblog, or even a follow! I don't write often but when I do... It's something lol.

Summary: Omega gets up to shenanigans after Terzo holds confession.

Warnings: None. Fluff and tickles. Sappy. Old men in love.

Note: Anrath is what I and my bf use for Omega's demonic name.

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Well, that had taken longer than Terzo expected. Confession was usually an hour, but there were more siblings of sin that attended this time. Therefore, it was close to two hours before everything was finished. Internally, he was fretting.

He was supposed to have lunch with Omega and his duties cut into their time together. Terzo sighed, removing his mitre from his head, running his fingers through his hair. He hoped his beloved would understand. Of course Omega would, but worry still gnawed away in the back of his mind.

Just as he began to descend the pulpit steps, Omega was just suddenly there, giving the smaller man a fright. His ghoul was good for just creeping into rooms, not announcing his presence. It never failed to cause one to jump.

"Amore!" Terzo gasped, followed by a breathless chuckle, placing a hand over his now pounding heart.

"I was about to come find you!"

The demon crossed his arms with a snort, a puff of smoke exhaling from his nostrils. He wasn't genuinely annoyed with his lover, Terzo could see that. But he was still going to give the anti-pope some playful shit. And yeah, it was an excuse for Omega to get his hands on him and make him laugh, but Terzo didn't need to know about that part.

Though he suspected that was known already. After all, the recent discovery of Terzo being ticklish had been absolutely delicious. Omega had rarely heard him laugh like that before and like a high, he wanted to hear it more. He practically chased after it. It was no secret he could hardly keep his claws off of Terzo.

The mortal gave Omega an apologetic look, fidgeting with his hands.

"I'm sorry, caro. There were more than I initially realized. Let's go have our meal now, yes?"

Omega smirked, his scorpion tail swaying eagerly behind him. His fingers twitched with need.

"We don't have to leave. You look more appetizing, so I'll just eat you instead."

Terzo went to make a sexual quip of sorts, but it was quickly forgotten and dropped, when he felt Omega's face against his neck, huffing, and lightly nibbling the sensitive flesh. In an instant, the poor man found himself giggling helplessly.

"Oh, God damn it!" He snickered, now trying to hold back his laughter. "Again?!"

"Yes." Omega grinned against his neck, using his claws to softly draw circles into Terzo's ribs.

Terzo jolted, laughter beginning to grow just a little louder much to his annoyance. He hated the sound of it. He hated how much it sounded like Nihil's despite Omega's insistence that it did not. If anything, it was more similar to Copia's- not that Terzo thought it was much better.

"Amore, please!" His voice higher than it normally was, his words being broken up more and more, by his giggles.

His knees began to give out, causing Omega to guide him to sit on the altar railing. The ghoul's tail hadn't stopped wagging since his favorite sound had started. Omega's pupils were round and large, indicating his playful mood, as well as his adoration towards his papa.

"Oh come on! You've been so stressed! Let me take care of you, before we eat!"

Terzo felt those devious claws, scribbling at his stomach through his papal robes. A peal of high pitched laughter rang through the sanctuary like a bell. It was here, the couple seemingly shared a thought, locking eyes with the other, though Terzo's gaze was more flustered.

They had both heard the way the mortal's laughter bounced and echoed off of the walls, repeating and reverberating Terzo's mirth. And Omega now planned to milk this little situation for all it was worth. His claws worked faster now, causing giggles to quickly turn into those witch cackles that the ghoul loved so much.

Terzo tried to push the larger being away but it was in vain. At most, this just caused Omega to simply chuckle before nuzzling back into the crook of his mate's neck, purring as he spread kisses along the length.

The pope star's face which was previously a light pink color, now flushed a deep red as his cackles began to sound squeaky.

"Anraaath!" Terzo whined in between giggles, now trying to preserve what dignity he had left, attempting to cover his face.

Omega felt another surge of both euphoria and a term the ghouls coined, known as 'cuteness aggression.'

"Stop being so fucking cute!" He growled playfully, claws suddenly attaching themselves to Terzo's hips.

He knew from prior experience that his beloved, dramatic human couldn't handle being tickled for very long. So, he always ended with a finale of going for Terzo's hips and making the poor man completely lose his shit.

"Wait- DON'T!" Terzo practically squealed as Omega rapidly- though with the utmost gentleness- squeezed and kneaded his hips.

The ensuing hysteria, complete with cackles, snorts, and squeaks was music to the guitarist's ears. He was completely enamored by his beloved's laughter, drinking in every second of it and Terzo's smile.

Terzo kicked his legs, his hands holding Omega's wrists but not pushing them away. Now this was curious... Could he not push them away, due to his depleting strength? Or did he not want to push them away? The new observation was mentally noted, and Omega would figure it out eventually.

For now, the claws ceased their attack, finally taking mercy on the anti pope. The ghoul admired Terzo's now messy hair, and red cheeks. His tail did not stop wagging. He purred, nosing and nuzzling the man's cheek.

"Forgive me, my love?" Omega chuckled.

Terzo sighed after his final chortles fizzled out, glaring up at Omega with faux anger.

"That wasn't necessary, Anrath!" He pretended to pout, unsteadily getting to his feet.

Omega pulled him against his side, bringing Terzo's knuckles to his lips to kiss them.

"Hearing you laugh is always a necessity. I got my fill... For now. Come on, let's go eat. I'll even make dessert to make it up to you!"

Terzo crinkled his nose playfully at the ghoul. "Humph! You'd better!"

Oh, he intended to. Only the best chocolate and sweets for his tesoro.

"You're such a drama queen," Omega chuckled. "But I adore you."

The front man smiled bashfully, interlacing his fingers with his husband's.

"I love you too," he muttered.

For the third time that day, Terzo felt his heart flutter.