#mikage-rehoe

[asirensrage]

Break Sakura Haruka how? 🤔

I wasn't expecting anyone to ask 😳...but if I have to answer...

I mean break as in seeing how much you can make him blush and just how far down it goes. He runs if you tease him too much, reacting with anger, but I bet if you crawled into his lap, forcing him to be still (and he wouldn't throw you off, no matter how much he wants to escape what he thinks he feels is embarrassment), all it would take was a few teasing words, your fingers gently stroking his skin and he'd combust. in more ways than one.

[bitchgray]

@love-and-lore had a Gift Exchange Collab and This Is My Entry for @mikage-rehoe. Please don't ask me to make titles for my own pieces pls and thnx. <3

Hope you enjoy it, boss. Love ya cat gifs.

Dividers by saradika and cafekitsune.

Word Count: 2.8K

Tags: afab fem!reader (referred to as "girl" with various adjectives in front, has breasts and vagina), established relationship, sex in a kitchen (y'all better clean up after yourselves), oral (f!receiving), fingering, implied following penetrative sex

You hadn’t been able to spend very long with Reo, of late. It’s been an effort, you were certain, concerted and consistent, from the universe to make sure that enough things would go wrong, one after another, to send him out in the mornings with, at most, a kiss from you, and, more dreaded, nothing at all, as he left before you were awake to begin with. And then, later, to see him, or you, or the both of you, returning later than expected, drained to the point that all you both wanted to do was just clean up, eat some meal, and sleep.

Curled up against each other, certainly, but without much past that—a fact that had been irritating you both, if not tiring you both far more than simply long days with little reward.

But, now, as if in apology, there came a favor.

Your time finally seemed to meld together just right. For a few days, at least, there would be nothing for him to do, nothing for you to do, just. Enjoying each other’s presence, and your time, together.

Starting with sleeping in—and sleeping in late. Indulging in several rounds of convincing yourselves that it would just be “a few more minutes”, until the sun was high enough, and you felt well-rested enough that you wanted to make breakfast.

Give him a nice surprise to wake up to, something warm and pleasant and filling before you would decide what else you would get up to today.

But first, coffee. Coffee is a smart call.

So slowly, you wriggled your way free from his arms—Reo was pretty, when he was asleep. He was pretty all the time, really, but while asleep, he was decidedly soft. Pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, you slipped out of bed, down to the kitchen.

You wondered, idly, while making you both coffee, whether or not he was in deep enough sleep as to stay down for too much longer, or whether the smell of coffee would be what woke him up when you bring it back to him, to coax him awake after breakfast is ready.

You got your answer just after the machine had finished its work.

You just barely heard a few steps behind you to serve as warning before his lips pressed against the nape of your neck in greeting—one that came immediately before his weight pressed against you, and his face buried in your neck, his arms wrapping around you, covetously. You laugh, leaning your head against his with a soft, “Good morning, Reo.” He hummed, the sound soft between the way it muffled against your skin and the way he clearly wasn’t entirely awake enough to make particularly loud noises anyway. “Got some coffee for you, if you’ll let me go long enough to pour it for you.” He grunted against you—a nonverbal, but still entirely clear no that had you huffing out a laugh. “You don’t want coffee?”

“You weren’t in bed.”

His first coherent words came out as a complaint, paired with him pouting against your skin. In spite of your best efforts to extend sincere apologies, you couldn’t help the way you giggled. “I’m sorry,” you hummed, bringing your hand up to run through the softness of his hair, tilting your head to give an awkward kiss to the side of his head. “I wanted to give you something nice to wake up to.”

He hummed again, before once again sighing. “Wanted you with me.” Your heart squeezed at the words, the affection in them.

This effect, while not entirely ruined, was certainly changed when he tugged you tighter against him—and in so doing, let you feel his hips against yours, and the way that, barely a few minutes into his day, he was already hard. Your mouth fell open for a second before you laughed, a little breathless already. The roughness in his voice, tinted with something far different from just sleep now that you were aware of it, sent shivers coursing up your spine as, paired with a few trailing kisses up your throat, he murmured again, “Wanted you with me.”

“This early?”

“I’ve been apart from you now for weeks,” he replied. “Am I so wrong for wanting to have my girl again?”

“Missed me that much, huh?”

“I did.” Again, that honesty that could make your heart squeeze alongside the heat slowly beginning to flow into you from the nature of that honesty—equal parts affection and lust. “Missed everything about you.”

“Everything, huh?”

You would dislike the way his clear pride at the way your heart was beginning to pound, your voice beginning to waver just slightly in how excited he was getting you—you could feel it in the way his lips were curved into a smirk against your skin as he began that path of kisses over to your pulse. He paused there, slowly slipping his lips from your skin before dipping back, nipping at the sensitive skin to make you yelp.

You would dislike his pride—if it weren’t such a good look on him as he pulled back to look at you, just a little flustered, but entirely warm in the face as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You want me to show you?”

He knew you wanted him—missed him, just as honestly, as fully as he missed you. Didn’t make your breathed, “Yes,” any less sweet to hear on your lips before he kissed you, not even waiting for you to turn around against the counter before you had to deal with his hunger for you.

And it was hunger. There really was no other word for it, for the way he felt for you. The only difference was the fact that this was something that never fully went away. It could be soothed, certainly—by being close to you, by touching you, by having you just like this, breathless at just the first kiss turned slightly messy in his eagerness—but it never went away.

But being apart for so long, it certainly didn’t help.

He wasted no time, guiding you closer to the counter—and then helping set you down on it, setting your body now in easier range of his grasping hands seeking to soothe him of his perceived loneliness birthed by your absence by smoothing his palms over your bare skin, grabbing at you, not even bothering to fully take your shirt off before touching you, sighing into your mouth his relief that you were with him again.

In fairness, you were just as keen to experience that relief—just as keen to touch him. His skin was soft, and the muscles of his back were always a keen target, in equal measure just for how your touching them meant he wouldn’t be parting from you any time soon—even if he wanted to.

He didn’t. He didn’t want to be apart from you for another moment, his hands circling back towards your front, smoothing those warm palms around your breasts at first before taking them fully into his grasp, humming against your lips as he gave them a greedy squeeze.

You didn’t hesitate in your response—breaking the kiss to tug his hair, tilt his head aside to layer a line of soft nips over his throat, culminating in a harder bite at his collarbone that had him gasping, then humming his pleasure as you laved your tongue over the pink left behind.

His hand shifted, wove into your hair to tug your attention back to his lips—attention you were glad to spare, shifting one of your own hands to curl in his hair, letting him start to work on easing your sleep bottoms down your legs.

Given how wound up he was, you were surprised that he wasn’t immediately grinding against you—a favorite activity of his, sparking both of your pleasure, making you feel closer to each other. Instead, after he smoothed his hands up the warm skin of your thighs, he began to lower himself down. You barely could make a confused noise before he was murmuring his explanation, simply, “I wanna make you feel good first. You sit back and let me take care of you.”

“What if I wanna make you feel good, too?” you challenged.

“Then it sounds like someone should get some patience.”

“Says the one who was too horny to wait for me to make coffee,” you replied, teasing in both your words and the way you shifted your leg to rub against where his cock sat, hard in his sweatpants.

“Says the one who’s wet now because of me,” he retorted, two of his fingers gliding through the evidence left on your folds, relishing the way you shuddered, mouth falling open for a moment, your teasing touch stilling as he grinned. “Such a pretty girl, let me take care of you.”

You pouted—you knew you were pouting, and you knew it just made him laugh, but you still nodded, and he pressed a kiss to your thigh, all affection rather than just simple heat.

He was, in spite of his impatience, careful with you—careful to not shock you with touching your clit too soon, sinking his fingers into you too suddenly. His tongue was broad strokes, dipping into you first to taste you with a soft, pleased noise. Circling around your clit to watch you whine before he finally pressed the flat of his tongue against it, drawing slowly, reverently over it.

“So good for me,” he murmured, lips brushing your sensitive skin as his fingers reintroduced themselves to your entrance—just one, at first, dipping into you just barely. He let out a soft, choked curse feeling the way you squeezed around just that one finger. He encouraged you with his tongue focusing on your clit in slow, focused licks, wanting to feel the way you squirmed, your hips pressing towards him.

He was good at this—at making you feel good, at coaxing you into pleasure, but this time, he was adamant on taking his time. On savoring you, savoring everything he had missed the time that you were apart. Your whining calls of his name did little to coerce him into changing his tune.

You let him have his way—you didn’t have much choice, truly, like this, and you were ultimately happy to have his attention.

Even with his efforts to slow your orgasm, eventually you could feel yourself getting close. You were hoping he would make you cum, but instead he slowed down, lightened the pressure he applied, easing you back from the edge—leaving you whining his name, trying to shift your hips towards him. He was quick to pin you down, his arms stronger than you ever think to expect, minimizing how much you could squirm as he teased you.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, his fingers curling at a pace that you knew better than to call lazy—measured, truly. Measured in the way that it would completely destroy you if he had his way, his lips curled into a satisfied smile as he pressed them to the soft skin of your thigh.

“Yes,” you whined, playing up your need, your powerlessness under him in the hopes he’d indulge you a bit more. He didn’t, but he still grinned, his kiss on your thigh turning open for a moment.

“How much?” he asked, and you were at a loss for the words to express it—your need, your wanting him, amid both your uncertainty on how to answer and the way that he was busy robbing you of every second of your attention span not dedicated to his tongue, his fingers, his eyes and their heavy, heated gaze. “Did my pretty girl have to take care of herself?”

Your eyes flew open—heat blooming unexpectedly on your cheeks. “Reo—”

Your voice cut off in a whining moan as he thumbed over your clit, and he coaxed, “You know I did, right? I thought of you every second I had a second to.” There was a genuine fondness in the words. “Thought of having you just like this more than once.”

The thought made you whine in your heat-hazed mind. “Reo,” you whined, even as he laughed, just a touch.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asked it as a question, but he said it like fact. It was fact, but the way he knew it was clearest from the way you had clenched around his fingers. You had hoped to save yourself the humiliation, but that clearly wasn’t about to happen. He was grinning when he continued, “You were the only thing on my mind, when I came—was I on yours?”

“Yes.” Your voice was soft, both from the surprising shyness that struck you from having to fully admit this to him, and from the way that you knew it would feed into his ego, the way that you admitted to needing him. He grinned, regardless, clearly having heard you.

“God I bet you looked gorgeous,” he purred. “You call my name when you cum?”

“Yes.”

Your answer made him moan, his eyes fluttering just a touch, though he tried to hide it behind the way he hummed—he nipped at your thigh, just enough to leave behind a sweet little mark, just enough for you to gasp before he returned his tongue to its work on your clit, his fingers returning to their previous pace.

“Fuck—Reo.”

“Just like that,” he barely pulled away from your clit, his lips brushing against the nub as he spoke. “Call my name, just like that.”

You whined from the stimulation as he returned to his work, sucking and licking at your clit, adamant to push you closer and closer to the edge as your hands wound through the softness of his hair. A desperate tug earned a soft gasp from him that you barely caught over the wet sound of his fingers pistoning and curling into you, the slight bite of pain spurring him on more than ever. You prayed that he wasn’t about to keep you from the orgasm you felt building, and at this felt the hopeful relief that he wouldn’t tease, wouldn’t string you on past the point you could take it. It was too early in your reunion for you to be able to take much of his desire to hear you beg.

If he wanted it, he could have it.

“Reo, please!”

His moan hummed against you, and his pace picked up in response, in comfort. He wanted to see you cum for him. He wanted to hear you moan—he wanted to hear you call his name, and he was going to make you.

You could feel your orgasm tightening in your stomach as you struggled to catch your breath. You could feel the way the drop was approaching, but it still managed to catch you by surprise how soon—until he wrapped your clit in his lips and sucked, flicking over it with his tongue. And that was it, that had you wailing for him. That had you arching, instinct of too much leaving your legs, hooked over his shoulders, trying to push away from him—something he wasn’t about to do until he worked you through it.

You sobbed his name as he eased you through those waves of pleasure, his hand shifting to smooth over your thigh, as though trying to calm you, soothe the way you shivered around him.

His lips eased back first, before his fingers did, still curling and scissoring in you, slowly, preparing you for his cock, as his lips instead concerned themselves with kissing over your thighs, his eyes lidded and smile almost roguish as he watched you recover.

After a while of just that, he eased his fingers out of you slowly, bringing them up to his lips to lick clean with a noise of relish.

You watched, just for a time, before you couldn’t resist the urge to tug him back to you by the back of his head, to press his lips and body against yours, to taste yourself on his tongue as he settled against you, unable to resist his instinct to grind against you, uncaring about the mess you’re undoubtedly leaving behind on his sweatpants, and unwilling to part enough to free himself yet, not yet.

Not until you decide to part the kiss, leaving him hazy for a moment, eyes fluttering, as though forgetting, in his pleasure, where his mind was.

It didn’t last long before his mind sparked into action again, and he pressed kisses to your cheeks, one of his hands reaching down to push his pants down, free himself, press against you again while he fisted his cock, brushing against your heated folds, kissing you briefly, sloppily, hooded eyes watching you shiver before he let the head of his cock rest just against your entrance.

“Ready for more, pretty girl?”

[yuusagi-chii]

Can I have a kenma whose social battery needs to be charged for your doodle game please?

Also headpats for you 😘

send me a character for a chibi doodle

[shidouryusm]

a lil chu (hiii <3)

[fictionfordays]

Suna Rintarou

Anime Corner | Art Room

A/N: In love with his face

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[bleach-your-panties]

Boyyyy

It's really fucked up when you treat characters like people and people like characters.

[nkogneatho]

˚｡୨♡୧ ˚｡ 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝒀 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻𝒀 𝑩𝑼𝑻...

@osamwah is caring like an angel

@xoxokirby is as sweet as cotton candy

@yuujispinkhair reminds me of swans in love

@desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi is that friend who cheers you on no matter how shitty life is

@mikage-rehoe is so cat coded i love it

@kitashousewife brings me peace like the greenest field

@saenora is an art made by god that he cherishes

@qichun reminds me of berries. epecially blueberries they are my favorite.

@tetzoro reminds me of the Valentine's because everytime i look at her, she is always filled with so much love and joy

@cosmicstarlatte is my favorite grape soda because she's sweet and tangy all at once

@sugumimi is as pretty as those white ribbons i always tie my hair with

@dabisqueen reminds me of thunderbolt. she is strong and so bright. she brings me strength.

@zorosdimples is a clover because i feel like everyone gets lucky when she appears on dash

@canwenotdothis is my favorite banana and avocado sock that i show off to everyone

@driaswrld is my favorite song who's melody makes me hop and dance

@devoti is my favorite orange cat because she is so unpredictable and unhinged but a sweet little thing

@papersirens is the comic book on my shelf that i rarely read but always admire the art of

@sachiyoh is my favorite milktea boba

@gojoest reminds me of the cerulean blue of gojo's eyes

@rizzmin is the blood you i suck off my loved ones when they're hurt

@snowberi is the prettiest sunset ever

@fuyuaika reminds me so much of pretty tulips i see down the flowershop

@kentoangel reminds of the cute clouds in a clear sky

@strawberrystepmom is fall season and everything autumn related.

@doobea is my favorite plushie

@half-baked-biscuit is my favorite holiday festival

@linpunny is a sweet and sour neon pink candy floss

@margumis is my favorite sentence that i draw hearts around in my book

@yuta-nation is as comforting as my winter sweater

@princess-okkotsu reminds me of saturn

@dreadsuitsamus is my favorite laugh and joy

@vagabond-umlaut is the castle built on a foundation of belongingness

@renhoeku is as strong and pretty as the ring around jupiter

@elusivemoon is blue hour on a chilly night

@bluberrimuffintop is rose quartz crystal

@ringasm reminds me of the constellations in a night sky

@sleepy3 reminds be of the color lilac

@moshimochis is a vanilla icecream that brings me comfort after a hectic day

@shoyostar is a planet that rains diamonds

@oreo-creampie is my favorite dark academia aesthetic

@gojo-mochi is my favorite sweet shop to visit

@nyimasu is a cherry wine giving me company on a lonely night

@moonlit-mizukage reminds me of rain

@vampgloss is the prettiest butterfly i have ever seen

@deskaisers reminds me of stargazing

@eros-lives is the night club i love going to

@benkeibear is my favorite cute lil hamster

@unknownspecies is a tiger shark

[saenora]

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[vemuabhi]

Love at First Punch

Yoho~ people! Here I am back with Oikawa AGAIN. My obsession with this man keeps increasing day by day. I am participating in a collab of Oh My Daddy! - @mikage-rehoe thank you for letting me take part in this collab. I really appreciate this opportunity. I really hope you like this.

Pairing : Dad! Oikawa X Mom! Reader

Word count : 1.1K

Genre : Fluff and just a little moment of Kiss.

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His steps quickened while he still maintained a calm face, his heart was racing. His brown jacket overlayed his dark blue firm fitting T-shirt. It’s the first time ever the school called him. It’s been 8 years since he flet this feeling. The first time when, he was beside you in the hospital room while you gave birth. Now 8 years later, he again felt his heart was about to drop out of his chest when the school called him. All wrong things he could imagine clouded his mind. ‘What had happened?’, his footsteps in the calm corridors clearly indicated how tensed up he was.

He went into the principal’s office to find the little brunette with teary eyes and red cheeks. The moment her brown orbs met his she jumped from the chair and hugged his leg. In a split second, he picked her up in his arms. She was in his arms, and it didn’t seem like she was hurt. That made his heart calm down.

She was trying her best to keep biting her lips, not let her cries out but her heavy tears didn’t stop to fall from her eyes. His thumb caressed her plump soft cheeks as he wiped her tears away.

“Mister Oikawa?”, he heard a voice call him from behind and he turned to look at the principal. Looking at her, the little brunette hugged him tightly but still not breaking her gaze from her.

“Hi, yes I’m Oikawa”, he replied back while his grip on his daughter tightened. But it was as if… he was making sure the kid new that now, he was with her. It was his way of letting her know that ‘Daddy will take care of this’. She instantly recognised his assurance.

A few times at home, when she broke your favourite cups and plates, he took the blame for them and winked at the kid. But she wasn’t crying at home during those times. She loved you, her mommy. She was sure scared of you but never to the point of crying. Now the situation was different because the person who was angry at her was the principal. Not her mommy, who would bring her ice-cream whenever she cried after a bad dream. But… yes, her daddy was there. He will protect her.

“I don’t think you should be punishing my daughter like this”, he caressed the brown hair of his daughter, “I don’t think it was such a big fight. She is a small kid. What could have happened?”

“The boys nose was bleeding”, the principals words made him to gulp. He looked at his girl in his arms. She looked so adorable with her puffy eyes and red cheeks. How could this angel beat someone to the point they bled? Then he remembered the time you punched him in the face and his nose bled… ‘Ah… so you get that from your mother’, he took a deep breath. Well, we all know the saying of Love at first punch right.

“I will not escalate this situation if you make her apologize and make sure she never does this again”, the principal adjusted her glasses while he sighed.

“Can I know where the little boy is?”, he asked and she took them to the nurse’s office. There he saw a little boy, maybe a bit shorter than his girl but surely was of the same age. He wasn’t crying and was having a tissue up his nose to stop the bleeding. As soon as the father and daughter duo entered the room, he turned towards them.

“Sweetie, say sorry to him”, he caressed his daughter’s cheek as she nodded. He let her down to walk towards the boy and tell him sorry. He smiled at her and talked to the teachers for some time and brought her back home. On the way, making sure to tell her that she shouldn’t punch and kick others just because they made fun of the princess she liked in her favourite cartoon. They made a deal to not tell you if she listened. The duo sealed the Pinky promise with a kiss on each other’s fingers before getting down the car.

That evening when you came home, your daughter was happily drawing in her book as your husband greeted you with a kiss on cheek.

“Babe, how was your day~”

“It was good. But don’t you think you are not telling me something?”, you raised your eyebrow as you pulled him in a hug. He laughed awkwardly and asked, “Whatttt babe? I don’t think so”.

“Nah… I know… I know what she did in school. Even I got a call. But as they informed me that you had already met the principal and I didn’t need to meet them”, your grip tightened in around him in a threatening way. Your lips were smiling but your eyes weren’t.

He let out a defeated sigh and pulled you into the kitchen, away from the living room where your daughter was. “Babe~ Don’t be angry at her. It was a fight between kids”

“She gave him a nose bleed”

“She gets it from you”, he said making you to pinch his cheek. “Ow Ow Ow! I know that’s wrong but I made sure she said Sorry”. You let him go as a smile formed on your lips.

“Tooru~”, you said as your hands tugged on his Tee. He seemed so adorable while he was being a dork but he didn’t let his responsibilities aside. That made you to fall in love with him more and more every time.

“I love you”, your words made him crazy. With one swift move he pinned you to the kitchen counter and placed a kiss on your lips. His left hand travelled in your hair as his other hand gripped your waist. He was too strong of course. His daily workout and the practice he did as a professional Volleyball player wasn’t not seen. Especially it made a huge impact when he was alone with you.

“No, we cant. She is in the living room”, you tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge.

“But-”, he stopped mid-sentence when he heard the little footsteps approaching. He let you go as quickly as he had previously pinned you.

The little girls giggled while she showed her drawing to you both. And… for the first time in his life, Oikawa’s heart was broken by his little angel. But you were so thrilled looking at her art. You awed as you sat infront of her taking her book in your hand.

“Tooru look at this, she drew herself and who is this?”, you asked as she told the name of the boy who she punched that day. As they say, love at first punch.

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[bleach-your-panties]

Yuta is so cute!💗💗

"I WILL KILL YUJI ITADORI MYSELF."

[cryptidtyping]

Daddy's Kitten

Diavolo x afab!reader | 3.9k words

18+ only! Minors do NOT interact!

Written as part of @mikage-rehoe 's "Yes, Daddy" collab. Check out the other entries here!

Summary: Diavolo asks you to come to the castle to help him with something. What could it be, you wonder?

No gendered pronouns or terms are used for reader, and little to no descriptions of their body (beyond the genitals, lol). Also, Y/N is not used, Reader's name is indicated by ____. This is my first time writing smut, so please tell me what you think!

Tags/Warnings: Daddy kink, light pet play, established relationship, collaring, dom/sub dynamics, multiple rounds, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, reader gets called kitten/kitty, non-consensual voyeurism, color informed consent (Dia checks in on Reader a few times), hints of aftercare, jealous lucifer, lucifer gets no bitches, two people in love fucking sloppy-style

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I require your help, darling. Please come to the castle at your earliest convenience. 

It was the weekend, so you were just lounging in your room as you scrolled on devilgram. Upon seeing your boyfriends’ text, you knew there were only a few occasions he’d require your help for- 

1) He was overwhelmed with paperwork. 

2) He was horny.

3) He missed you.

4) All the above

Replying that you’d be on your way soon, you roll out of bed and slip into some lacy lingerie that Diavolo had bought you recently. Overtop was a cute red dress that fell just above your knees, and a dab of perfume (both also bought courtesy of your lover). Deeming yourself ready, you grab your bag and head out the door. 

“____?” Called a voice that made you grimace, not that he could see it. “You look… nice. Are you heading somewhere?” 

Smoothing your expression before turning around, you reply neutrally. “Yes. Dia has invited me over.”

“I see.” Lucifer’s voice is a bit clipped at your response. The two of you had had a series of arguments over the last several weeks, ranging from ‘sub-par’ grades (you’d slipped from the number 6 spot in class to number 10 after the teachers decided to start grading you more harshly. Still, that was 10th place out of hundreds of students!) to how you referred to Diavolo ‘too informally’. 

The same Diavolo who you were dating. What, you couldn’t give your own damn boyfriend pet names? 

Lucifer had yet to apologize or explain what had crawled up his ass and died, and you were frankly tired of the shitty attitude he’d adopted after your relationship with the Prince became publicly official. (You and Diavolo had been seeing each other privately for a few months before being comfortable about being public with your relationship.) 

As the silence between you and Lucifer stretched on, you sighed in frustration. “Did you need something, Lucifer, or can I go meet my boyfriend?”

The dark-haired demon furrowed his brows in annoyance, growling out “No.”

“Excellent. I will be home either tonight or tomorrow, I’ll text the group chat once I know for sure.” Just as you opened the door, Lucifer called to you again. 

“Would you-“ there was something in ruby eyes that you didn’t want to give a name to. He coughs into a gloved fist. “I mean, may I escort you to the castle?” 

An olive branch. 

Again. 

How many had Lucifer given out, only to nitpick and neg you later? The man was exhausting, and not in a fun way. 

“No,” you snip coldly, unable to stop your glare. Without giving him the chance to respond, you slam the door shut. 

In the empty entrance hall, the Avatar of Pride gave a gusty sigh as he dragged a hand down his face. What was he supposed to do?

X

“Hello, my dear,” Diavolo greets you once you enter his office, rising to give you a kiss and run his large hands down your torso. Barbatos quietly closed the door, promising to return with some tea and cookies. “You look lovely.”

You lean into his warm embrace, kissing him again. “Thank you, Dia. What do you need help with?”

Golden eyes get darker, a smirk playing about handsome features. “Now, now, kitten, that’s not my name.”

A spark of excitement bloomed in your core, lust beginning to course through you. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you purr, running a hand through his auburn locks. “What can I do for you?”

“Good pet,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss below your ear, causing you to shiver. Thick fingers fiddle with the hem of your dress. “For now, I just require your company while I finish up some paperwork.” 

“Yes, daddy,” you press a kiss to his neck in return, delighting in the shiver it caused. Diavolo gives a playful swat to your ass, making you gasp, before he sits back down behind his desk. At his feet was a familiar plush red velvet pillow with gold tassels. Without hesitation, you slip off your shoes, place them neatly out of the way, and kneel beside him, knees cushioned by the undoubtedly expensive ‘cat bed’. 

You send a quick message to the HoL group chat that you were with Diavolo and would see them tomorrow. Then you turn your DDD off and tuck it back into your bag, excited to spend the night with the prince, uninterrupted by the needy brothers. 

A few quiet minutes pass by, with you resting your head on Diavolos’ knee and his hand petting your hair, the scratch of his pen filling the air. Barbatos comes and goes with a tea service, barely sparing your kneeling form a glance. After a moment, the prince speaks again. “I have a gift for you, pet.”

You look up at him with big eyes, head floaty- kneeling at your lovers feet so obediently always got you quickly into sub-space. “Thank you, daddy.” You murmur, rubbing your cheek on his knee in affection. “You’re always spoiling me.”

Diavolos answering chuckle is warm and husky, and you squirm a bit on your pillow as it sent heat to your core. You could feel slick seeping into your lace panties as you got more and more excited. 

“You’re so easy to spoil, my love,” he coos, patting his lap and pulling out a box. Following his wordless command, you crawl into his lap, facing him. What’s revealed to be inside the box makes you gasp. 

“Oh, my!” Inside was a fine red leather collar, the inside padded with plush black velvet. The leather was studded with rubies and diamonds, with gold hardware and a large golden bell. Attached was a metal nametag, one side engraved with Daddy’s Kitten, the other containing Diavolos’ contact information. You wiggled in excitement, lightly grinding against your lover. “It’s beautiful!” 

Diavolo pulls you into another kiss, deeper than the previous ones. It was full of heat and hunger, one of his large, tan hands encasing the back of your head while the other guided your hips to grind against his bulge. You moan into his mouth, looping your arms around his thick neck. A whine escapes you, unbidden, when he pulls away. 

Chuckling, he wiped a bit of spit off your lower lip. “My pretty kitty deserves a pretty collar, don’t they? Stand up and turn around for me, darling, let me see how it looks on you.”

“Yes, daddy,” you obey, slipping off his lap and turning, your skirt swishing teasingly about your thighs. Diavolos’ hands are careful as he slips the leather around your neck and secures it. 

“How does it feel?” He murmurs in your ear, flicking the bell so it jingles merrily. “Too tight, too loose?”

“Don’t know,” you reply coyly, glancing seductively over your shoulder. “Could you give it a few tugs, please?”

A groan rumbles through the prince’s broad chest. “Always so polite for me, hmm?” One of his fingers slips through the metal loop, giving a few pulls of varying strength, making your knees weak. “So, darling, how is it?”

“It’s perfect.” Your voice is breathless, but you are unable to catch your breath as you are suddenly bent over his desk with your dress flipped up to show your ass. 

Another appreciative groan leaves your lover as he takes in the red and gold lingerie he had bought you last week, smacking an ass cheek to watch the skin jiggle. He leans over your back, grinding his clothed erection against your soaked panties. “You’re perfect. Always so fucking pretty and perfect for daddy.”

You moan as he slaps your ass again, pushing your hips back against him. “Ngh, daddy, please!”

“Please what, kitten? What do you need?”

“Need you inside me, please daddy please-“ 

Diavolo tuts in faux disappointment. Your logical mind, which was quickly fleeing, knew he wasn’t being serious, but your sub-space addled brain hated disappointing your daddy. “But I still need to finish my work, can kitten be patient?” All the while, he still slowly ground against you. 

“Yes, yes, I can wait,” you pant, still bouncing your ass back on his cock even as you promised patience. “Anything for daddy.”

“Such a good kitty,” Diavolo coos. “What’s your color?”

“Green.” You respond immediately. 

Diavolo whispers you more praises as he settles you back on his lap. “Stay still, okay? Don’t distract daddy while he finishes up and he’ll get you a pretty new leash to match your collar.” Little did you know he already had the matching leash, stashed in the drawer of his bedside table. He was hoping to use it later tonight. 

“Yes, daddy, thank you!” You exclaim happily, pressing close to his chest. A warm hand rubs up and down your back, your prince working to finish quickly so he could play with you all night- or as long as you could last. 

Diavolo could feel your pussy lips throbbing on his dick through the fabric of his trousers, slowly driving him insane. That, accompanied by your sweet smell and how eagerly you wore the low-necked dress he got you, how sweetly you called his title, how easily you followed his commands- it was a miracle he managed to finish his work tonight. (Or ever, with you around.)

Thankfully, the prince possessed an iron will (that always turned into something softer with you). 

He doesn’t bother filing away the completed papers, just pushing them to the side of his desk space to place you in the middle like a beloved prize. He looked at you then, with your cheeks flushed and eyes dark with want, hair mussed up and the low neckline of your dress giving a teasing glimpse of your chest. 

You were regarding him much the same way, seeing his eyes shadowed with lust and cheeks tinted pink with excitement, broad chest heaving in his dress shirt as he looked at you. Your eyes travel down his body to the prominent bulge straining against his zipper. Looking back at his eyes, you open your mouth to start begging. You needed his touch on your skin, needed his lips on your mouth, needed his thick cock stuffed in your wet cunt and you needed him now. “Daddy, please- “

Diavolo surges forward, capturing you in a fierce kiss and making you moan. Your arms and legs are around him in an instant, pulling him impossibly closer. One of his hands slips into your panties, coating his fingers in your slick before inserting two into your entrance, immediately finding and rubbing your g-spot. 

You pull from the kiss with a “Fuuuuuuck~”, exposing the column of your neck as you toss your head back, sending your collar jingling. The demon prince immediately begins sucking and biting his way down, hickeys blooming in his wake. Between each one, he moans praises and questions against your skin. 

“Such a good kitten for me, always wearing what daddy buys. Do you like being pampered? Do you like everyone knowing who owns you?”

“Yes!” You squeal as he adds another finger to your pussy and thumbs at your clit in messy circles, bucking your hips into his hand. Wet squelching begins to fill the office as you drip onto the expensive desk. “Love when daddy buys me pretty clothes, love when others know they can never have daddy, love being owned by daddy, love being good for daddy-“

Your first orgasm crashes over you suddenly, pulsing through you in waves as you wail. The fingers inside you slow down, but don’t stop, making you squirm. 

“So good, so pretty,” Diavolo pants, golden eyes flickering between the way your cunt sucked his fingers in and the blissed-out expression on your face. “Color, kitten? Want to keep going?”

“Greengreen green,” you chant desperately. “Daddy, please, ‘m so wet, need your cock, please gimme your cock, please-“

Tan lips on yours interrupt your begging as the fingers are pulled out of you and leave you feeling empty. You clutch Diavolos black shirt with shaking fingers, pulling at the fabric insistently. You wanted, needed more of him, as much of him as he could give. 

“You sound so good begging daddy,” he murmurs against your lips. “I’d give you the three realms on a platter if it’d make you smile, my love. Now strip out of that dress, okay?”

You do so with haste, pulling it off and casting it aside. Your lover matches your speed in shucking off his own clothes, his impressive cock bobbing proudly between his legs as beads of precum dribble down the shaft. 

Laying back on the desk, you bring your knees to your shoulders and spread your legs. The thin strap of lace that covered you was shiny with slick, the matching bralette doing little to hide your pebbled nipples. “How’s this, daddy?”

“Fuck,” Diavolo swears, wanting to capture this image and hang it in his throne room, if only to show others what they could never have. Large hands push your thighs further apart. His cock jumps in interest. “I’m gonna fuck this sweet cunt raw-“

“Please,” you whine, pouting up at him with kiss-swollen lips. 

“For you, anything.”  Your panties are slipped to the side as he rubs his member between your lower lips, collecting your juices before the fat head slipped into your entrance. 

His moan rumbled through you as he slid all the way to the base in one go. It took you only seconds to adjust to the pleasurable stretch, which is fortunate as that’s all you were given. Diavolo fucked you as though it were both the first and last time he’d ever be able to, reaching deep inside you with every fast, rough thrust. 

You loved it. You loved him. 

“Love you, love you, love you,” you babble, drunk on his cock, fingers clawing at his shoulders in bliss. 

“Yeah?” He placed your legs over his shoulders, reaching deeper into you. His voice was gravelly and deep as he praised how well you took his cock, how wet your pussy was, how much your scratches stung, how loud you moaned his title and your adoration. His fingers quickly find your clit again, rubbing it in tight circles. “Want me t’cum in your pussy? Want me t’cum nice and deep inside?”

“Yesyesyes,” you wail as the knot in your belly gets tighter and tighter. “Cum in me, cum with me-“

The knot snapped for you both, your heels beating pitifully against his muscles back as Diavolo spilled inside. You arch fruitlessly beneath him, moving your hips against his as much as you could to tide out your orgasm. He leans down to kiss your panting mouth, trailing kisses down your neck and allowing your legs to go relax down against the desk. For a few moments, the two of you lay there in the glory of sweaty bodies and euphoria, the air filled only with panting breaths and kisses and the faint jingling of your bell. 

Diavolo waits patiently for you to either give the go ahead, or ask to stop- if you took too long, he’d ask your color again. In the meanwhile, he was content to nip at your skin and trace his hands over your chest. 

You break the silence after you’ve caught your breath.

“… Again.” You look at your lover, your prince, your Diavolo with bright eyes and a flushed complexion. Sitting up, you caress his sharp jaw and trail kisses up it, before biting just below his ear. “Please, daddy.” You whisper as he shudders and groans above you, cock perking up inside you with interest. “Please daddy, I can’t get enough of you.”

“You’re perfect,” he repeats against your neck, breathless. Slowly drawing back from you, he pulls out and watches with lust-blown pupils as his seed dropped out of your cunt, making you whine at the loss. “None of that now, kitten. Bend over for me.”

The look on your face could only be described as lovesick, body moving on its own to obey. “Yes, daddy.”

X

Lucifer looked again through his files for the data sheet showing the current budget, needing it to approve or reject various club proposals for equipment or field trips. Unfortunately, all his rifling and ruffling was for naught, and the paper remained unfound. Sighing, he leans back in his leather chair and contemplated whether or not he should go to the castle tonight to retrieve the paper that was undoubtedly hidden somewhere in Diavolo’s office.

On one hand, these proposals were the last thing he needed to get done, then he could spend tomorrow listening to his records, or playing piano, or perhaps catching up on some sleep. On the other hand, he had no desire to see you and the prince… canoodling.  

Neither you nor Diavolo were shy about public affection, with you unbearably happy to cling to Diavolo’s arm or hand or press a kiss or two to each other’s skin, laughing together about in-jokes. Lucifer hated it, hated that he waited too long in-

Never mind.

He deserved a day off tomorrow. He was getting that data sheet.

X

You were absolutely dizzy with pleasure, face pressed against lacquered mahogany as Diavolo pounded into you. A myriad of moans and whines left your mouth, accompanied by the squelching of his cock in your fucked-out pussy. Your nth orgasm ripped through you, strangled moan muffled by the wood. Diavolo groaned behind you, eyes focused on how your little hole kept swallowing him, how your ass jiggled with each thrust.

“Fuckin’ love this ass,” he growls, punctuating his words with a slap to your rear. “Fuckin’ love this pussy, always takin’ me so-“ SLAP “-fuckin’-“ SLAP “-well. Can you cum for me one more time? What’s-“

“Green!” you manage to gasp out, answering his next question before he could fully voice it. Pleasured tears dripped from your eyes, pooling and mixing with the sweat and drool beneath your face. You jolt when another smack lands on your ass again, Diavolo slowly grinding his hard dick against your warm, wet walls. “Wanna be good for daddy, want him to fill me up! ~”

The world spins as you’re man-handled into a new position. Spread wide open on his lap as he sat back in his chair, back to his chest with his hands leaving bruises on your hips. “You’re so good for me,” Diavolo rumbles in your ear, forcing your hips to move in slow circles on his cock. “Are you ready, my love?”

You’re thankful for the small reprieve he gives you before you nod your head, whispering “please, please, please” as he hooks your knees over muscular forearms, wraps large hands around your waist, and bounces you.

“Fu-u-u-uck,” you moan in staccato, winding your arms around his neck and leaning further into him. The new position made Diavolo’s cock feel even bigger, and the way he had you spread out felt so lewd, as though he were showing you off to someone. The thought had you gushing around him. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please-“

Your babbling was music to Diavolo’s ears as he fucked up into you each time he brought you down. One hand finds your clit yet again, rubbing tight circles on the aching bud. “Who owns this fucking pussy?” He growls, the vibrations from his chest felt throughout your smaller frame. “Who owns you?”

“You do!” you cry, knot again forming quickly in your stomach. Something felt different than the previous ones, though you couldn’t quite get your fucked-out mind to figure out why.

“And who am I, kitten?” he asks, thrusts getting sloppy as he too got close to release, eyes sparing a glance at the cracked door.

“Daddy! My daddy!” your voice cracks and warps around the pleasure, your hips doing their best to fuck down onto the sinful cock inside you. “I’m yours, I’m yours-!”

“Good kitten, good fucking kitten,” he circles his digits faster over your clit. The prince loved the way your eyes crosses, your tongue lolling out of your mouth, your body holding onto him like a vice, how your nails bit into the skin at the nape of his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you breath hotly into his ear, looking up at him in hazy adoration. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me,” Diavolo commands lowly, briefly nipping at your neck. With just a few more circles of his fingers, you climax with a wail of his title. Your cum sprays out of you, covering his desk and going everywhere as the prince chases his own release. With a low bellow, he slams you down on his cock as it throbs and releases his thick cum inside it.

The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, both of you catching your breath. Diavolo murmured praises in your ear, massaging your sides and waiting for you to come back to the world. “How do you feel, darling?” He whispers. “Do you need a break?”

You nod wordlessly, taking a moment to find your words. “I’d like something to eat, please,” you say quietly, nosing at the junction between his jaw and neck. “And a massage?”

“Anything for you,” he responds, pressing a (hilariously) chaste kiss to your forehead. He stands, holding you bridal style, and walks over to the door adjoining his office to his personal chambers. “Let me lie you down and have Barbatos drop off dinner, okay?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, pressing a less-than-chaste kiss to his shoulder. “We should watch a movie, too.”

“Of course,” Diavolo grins down at you, placing you on cool silk sheets. “Just a moment, alright, my love?” After another agreeing hum from you, he walks back into his office, closes the doors, and sits back at his desk.

“You needed something, Lucifer?”

X

Lucifer felt humiliated at having been discovered peeping, but it wasn’t his fault he caught you and Diavolo having sex! (Even though the dark-haired demon is the one who decided it would be a good idea to crash your date, and even though he decided to stand and watch like a filthy pervert instead of leave.) Still, he walked into the office with his head held high and resolutely ignored the erection straining at his zipper, as well as the fact the prince was naked without a care in the world. “I require the budget data sheet.”

Diavolo laughs jovially, searching through the splattered papers that remained on his desk. “Of course, of course. Sorry about that, old friend,” he smiles, but there was something unpleasant about the expression. The auburn-haired demon holds out the sheet in question and narrows his eyes. “Did you see anything you liked?”

Lucifer took the sheet with stiff fingers, ignoring the clear liquid that spotted it. “No.” he lies, even though he knows its useless- Diavolo always knew when someone was lying.

The edge in the prince’s gaze sharpened, contrasting the companionable slap he gives to the Avatar of Pride. “Good. And remember,” Diavolo guided his friend out of the room. “____ belongs to me.”

The other demon nods, walking away, intent on returning to the HoL as soon as possible. After all, he had a very busy night ahead of him, filled with fucking his fist to the memory of your voice.

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Thanks @boinin for the tag! I’m not actively working on any of my WIPs, though, so I’m pulling this excerpt from one of my novel’s discarded drafts adhsjgjfhsdg:

A bony hand stretched out on the ground and clawed its way forward, dragging the dead weight of the body attached to it. After pulling itself forward for some distance, the other hand then reached out, no doubt to repeat the same task, but it trembled the moment it exerted some force. A groan rang out, followed by a choked sob. Fingers opened and closed several times until finally, along with the sound of someone’s deep exhale, it clenched into a fist before once again shooting out, grabbing onto the dirt. One hand, then the other, again and again, the body crawled on the ground like a smashed cockroach with some of its legs still intact, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. The mask on the man’s face had cracked, and in this land, that could only mean death. He shouldn’t have accepted that order. He should’ve just endured the hunger or gnawed on some bark when he really couldn’t take it. If he had, then by this time, he would’ve still been lying in the ruins, gazing at the stars above through the gaps in the debris. But there haven’t been any stars lately, he suddenly remembered. His hands paused. He frowned, lips parting as if to speak, but then he shook his head before he could think too much. One at a time, he thought, then continued on his way.

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