#nsfwish.

[chthonine]

you ever think about how wrio is more than likely rich considering he's a duke?? dude could probably buy you dinner, take you out on vacation to a private beach house, and then kiss you sweetly after you go home. money money money by abba is the vibe fr

anyway I bet he knows where the clit is-

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

John couldn’t help the snicker that left him. James was always so keen to help. To protect and provide. And he was good at it, very good. John wouldn’t let anyone see him like this otherwise. At his most vulnerable, at his weakest. Literally. “Mm. My hero.” He grinned, walking with the aid of his lover.

He didn’t argue, didn’t push James away. It was evident that the vamp wanted to help, just as much as it was evident that John needed it. The shower would hopefully help his aching muscles, not that he regretted anything about the previous night. If anything, he embraced the aches, reminders of his lover’s claim.

Blue eyes watched as James started the shower and turned it to the right temperature. John didn’t have any doubt the water would be perfect. Everything that man did always was. He allowed James to guide him into the shower, a long content sigh leaving the blonde as the water fell on him. He closed his eyes and stood with his head tipped back, enjoying the warmth against his face and body, the pressure hitting those aches. “Mmm…it’s nice. Perfect.” He commented.

As James spoke, head tipped forward. John’s gaze was focused on his lover as he gave a small smile. “I know we will. I know.” He agreed in a murmur. It still felt so odd, like he was an alien in his own body. Yet James hadn’t looked at him nor treated him any differently, and that was a fact John was clinging to. That he was still here, still loved him. Still wanted to be with him, do things for him. Help and support him. He couldn’t do this alone.

John nodded at the gentle command and let out deep breaths. The moment those hands were in his hair, he hummed softly and felt those woes slowly ebb away. Bit by bit, he relaxed under James’ touch, eyes closed as hands reached out to hold his lover’s sides. Just needing that contact, to feel him there while he couldn’t see him. “Mms’nice…” He mumbled, pure putty in the vampire’s hands. The mixture of affection together with the warmth from the shower and the calming pitter patter of the spray, it was all one big safety net. A sanctuary for John.

Ears perked as that soothing voice echoed, hands slowly gliding up and down his lover’s sides. “You always take care of me. You’re the only one who ever has, and meant it. I’d be lost without you, James.” John’s tone was warm, vulnerable. Open. But relaxed. He wasn’t going to argue nor fight on this. Not when it helped keep those bad thoughts away. James wanted to be there for him. He wanted to take care of him. That meant he would stay, that he wouldn’t leave him. That’s what he kept telling himself while soaking up the affection and comforting words.

James was more than eager to be that stabilizing rock for the blonde to cling to. To be what got him through this tough and trying time. He could not imagine losing powers and abilities that were second nature , like an extension of himself, gone. Akin to losing a limb, feeling sluggish and handicapped. James wanted to make this as easy as he could for him. It was working too, he could feel the tension and apprehension ( as well as the pain ) ebb and ease. He could feel his gorgeous hybrid fledgling relaxing against him. Even if said in jest, he prided himself on his heroics. " Well, I do try" he mused.

It never onced even occured to him that .. now that Homelander was powerless… that he should leave him for someone better and more powerful. Because, while he did enjoy those powers and strength the man had at his peak, it was John he ultimately had fallen for. That he loved, was bonded with. He would go to the moon and back just to capture some stardust for him, so having no powers was but a minor setback-- one he planned on rectifying as soon as possible.

Just.. after his lover felt a little better first.

He wore a soft smile when his lover murmured out that the head massage felt nice. James definitely enjoyed giving pleasure to his beloved supe perhaps even more than recieving. But it did his unbeating heart good. " mm good , just relax.. I won't let you fall or stumble. I love you, John. " He murmurs deeply in that rumble of his against the shell of an ear. Suckling upon the lobe a moment.

" And I always will. " he reassured. Reinforcing that love, that hope that someone actually cared for him, and was on his side. James knew what it was like to life so long with no one. When you were looked at as a weapon or tool and not a person worthy of love. It allowed James to help heal John and change him into a better man. If he had not been introduced who knows how unhinged the man would be now?

He began to hum, wrapping his arms around his lover in the spray, swaying with him in the water while rinsing out the shampoo from the blonde hair. " I will always… be here.. for you to count on. When you are at your best, or your worst.. "

SevenCon

[yooo-lets-go]

He can’t talk right now, he’s doing hot girl shit

[ofemeraldstars]

Thinya looked at Archer and noticed him unbuttoning his pants. Her cheeks turned slightly redder when she heard his words and she shook her head. "N-no. I mean.. If you are comfortable, please do so..." Her mother gave her the speech already of what was expected from her. She slowly slid under the blankets and looked down. As he opened his arms, Thinya slowly slid into his arms and felt the warmth of his body against hers. She looked at him in the eyes before whispering: "Should.. Should I take my gown off?" She smiled nervously before whispering. "I.. Know about the first night..."

"Good and I shall not regret marrying you either." He told her as he then smiled as she shivered. "For now, lets." He led her to her side of the bed and then to his. Archer's eyes were on his wife as he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them. "I sleep naked most nights unless it's unusually cold. I hope you don't mind." He told her as he pulled back and crawled underneath the covers, he opened his arm for his wife. He really wanted to take his wife, but he knew she'd have nerves since he had been her first kiss and he wanted to take his time with her.

[tupperware-wizard]

NOPE...

[dccontramundum]

HE COULD DO THIS FOREVER. "The trouble with touching as much as I'd like," he murmurs, "is that I'd like to spend all day here. I would, if you wanted me to. Work is-- well, work isn't anything, in comparison." He can't tell whether that's likely to be a disappointment to her or not. Does she prefer to imagine him intensely dedicated to his work, above all else? Is that part of his appeal? Is he shattering some illusion, by so clearly placing this above his work? He closes his eyes and kisses her skin again, then rests his cheek there.

He's so so sweet. When he moves to hug her, she wraps her arm around his shoulders a little more tightly, encouraging it. She really does want him to have his way with her, and part of her hopes to feel her bra unclasped and his kisses turn more passionate, but the larger, more rational part of her is glad. His gentleness, even in the face of full permission and encouragement, is another sign that she's safe--that he won't take advantage of his power over her or ignore her input. She kisses the top of his head just as gently and closes her eyes as she hums happily in response to the gentle scratch of his stuble and press of his lips.

[dccontramundum]

HE'S MANAGED TO SURPRISE HIM. That's an amusing thought, and a satisfying one too. The sound of Julian's laughter drives his own excitement as he darts away, grin wide. In a flat this small, there really aren't many places to run to. He doubts he'll be able to evade Julian for long, but he gives it a good go, and loves doing it. There's an armchair at the other side of the flat, so he aims for that, trying to put the armchair between them. He dashes to the other side of it, hands on the back, eyes bright and fixed on Julian as he prepares to run again, this way or that, depending. He can't stop smiling.

Julian lets him go immediately, his surprise combinkng with his intentionally-drilled habit meant to protect others from his strength. It's dangerous to play this sort of game with Morse, he knows; if he forgets himself, he could seriously hurt him. And yet, he simply can't resist. He couldn't resist anything that put that look on Morse's face, he doesn't think. All said, he hesitates only for two beats of his heart before he's dashing off the bed after him, laughing with excitement.

[devildomwriter]

They Find Your Oddly Specific Erotic Manga | Others X Reader

GN! Reader x Solomon, Simeon, Raphael, Mephistopheles, Barbatos, Diavolo | Warnings: Suggestive

Solomon

You groaned as Solomon set a heavy pile of books on the table in front of you.

“How many of those do you need me to read?”

“As many as possible.” He chuckled at your gloomy expression. “What, don’t you want to become more powerful?”

You nodded but sighed as you closed the book that actually entertained you, and placed it back on its shelf.

Solomon followed you with his eyes and noticed you’d rearranged your shelf from the last time he saw it.

“Oh, you organized it!” He exclaimed and grinned proudly. “Excellent. Now we can find space to put your new books.”

You blushed and shook your head, you didn’t need this man to find the books you strategically placed out of sight. If he read the title alone he’d never let you live it down.

“Ah, please don’t mess with those,” you pleaded but when he saw your shy expression he couldn’t help himself.

“Oh? What could my sweet apprentice be hiding from me?” He teased. “Don’t you know you should share everything with your master?”

He began looking over the books and even behind them.

You stood up quickly and outstretched your hand, reciting a spell you’d recently learned. “I call upon the earth itself to shackle the one who stands before me. Leave them bound and helpless. I am the sorcerer ___, obey me!”

Solomon looked shocked when shackles appeared from your bedroom floor and wrapped around him.

“Incredible! Job well done, ___.” He smiled but with a snap of his fingers, they dissipated. “Unfortunately I’ve long since mastered that spell, sorry. And now I’m more curious than ever what you could be hiding.”

You groaned and gave up, accepting your fate. You heard his chuckle and assumed he must’ve found the books you’d hidden. His laugh became louder and he wiped tears from his eyes.

“It’s no wonder you hid these!” He exclaimed, “These are oddly specific too, aren’t they?” He noted as you continued to hide your face.

“Virgin Witch,” he listed, “Master Sorcerer Is Obsessed With His Angelic Apprentice! That one’s relatable,” he admitted, making you blush further. “Oh I like the Looks of this one; Fighting Demons With My Handsome Master: I’ll Follow Him to the End of the World and into Bed! Oh, I wonder if you find that one relatable?” He prodded as he looked at your steaming face.

“You’re a jerk…” you mumbled and he laughed, unbothered.

“Ah, maybe I am? But I was going to find out eventually, right?” He shrugged and you finally looked up, brows furrowed angrily.

He shook his head, “Now what’s with that look? You’re the one reading these books.”

“Reading isn’t a crime.”

“Exactly! And that’s what I did just now, no?”

You sighed. There was no use arguing with someone given the title “Witty” by the master of time, Barbatos himself.

“Now that that’s in the open. How relatable do you find these to be?” He unbuttoned the top of his uniform and approached you with a wanton gaze, “…I’m dying to know. You’ll show me…won’t you?”

Simeon

Simeon sat on your bed, reading with you. You tried to meet up and have a relaxing day as often as you could. Given all the chaotic people in your life, it was nice to have company who didn’t need to talk to have fun with you. Simeon was content just being by your side.

He closed his book and sat up, petting your head before he got to his feet to shelve the book he’d just finished.

“Where did this one go again?”

“They’re categorized by genre,” you said, not looking away from your book.

He nodded and scanned the many shelves of books when his eyes crossed a peculiar title and he got a mischievous look in his eyes.

“____,” he questioned with an innocent smile, “what’s this?” He held up what was clearly an angel-based erotic manga.

You sat straight up, “oh shoot!” You exclaimed and he laughed and flipped through it.

“Can Angels Do This?” He read and noticed there were similar titles next to it.

You immediately regretted shelving the books by genre as he listed the other titles with amusement.

“Hell x Heaven…Heavenly Body…Angelic Whispers Bring Demons to Their Knees…Over-Cumming Writers Block…The Fallen Angel is Falling For Me!” He smirked, “that last one looks rather interesting…” he said with a curious gleam in his eyes.

You turned red and looked away, no longer focused on your book.

He walked over to you, book in hand. “I think I’ll read this one next,” he declared and you gave him a baffled look.

“W-What? Right next to me, too?” You stammered.

“Oh, are you embarrassed? Why would you be?” He grinned, knowing full well what he was doing.

He sat next to you on the bed again, closer than before, and began reading the erotica.

You couldn’t focus on your book and kept glancing to see what page he was on. He chuckled, stole your book, and set it aside.

“Wh— hey?” You complained but he laughed and scooted even closer to you.

“Hm? I’m sorry, I assumed you wanted to read this with me…that’s certainly what it looked like.”

You blushed and he continued to tease you, “Or were you staring at me for another reason?”

“No I-uh…um…” You hid your face in your hands and he frowned.

“I’m sorry did I go too far?” He asked with his hand behind his neck and head tilted slightly to appear more innocent.

“Well, it’s hard not to stare at you, to begin with…” you mumbled and it was his turn to blush. “But now you’re reading…that.”

“Well, you read it too didn’t you?”

“Y-yes but that’s different.”

“How is it different? Were you ashamed? Could that be because you bought this oddly specific manga with someone in mind?”

He knew he nailed it when you turned deep red and he pushed the hair out of your overheated face.

“Oh…so that is it, isn’t it?” He mused and when you met his eyes he couldn’t help but ask, “Wouldn’t you prefer a real one to your books?”

Raphael

Raphael was an observant man. Almost too observant because he hadn’t been in your room for long when he noticed part of your bookshelf was hidden by framed pictures of you and your Devildom friends.

He couldn’t focus on the puzzle you’d invited him over for, and kept glancing at the shelf until you noticed his foot was quickly tapping on the floor, giving away his curiosity.

“Raphael? Is everything okay?” You asked, hoping he wouldn’t pry any further about the bookshelf.

“The bookshelf.” He stated, and you sighed. He titled his head curiously.

“Oh…those are just books an angel shouldn’t be looking at…” you admitted, hoping that would be the end of it, or he’d stop at a light scolding.

He gave you a look that made it clear he wasn’t just disappointed in your taste in books, but more so that you tried hiding it from him.

“I’m aware humans like that kind of thing. Why did you feel you needed to hide it from me?” He asked with a frown.

“Because I knew you’d give me your disappointed look.”

“Am I that predictable?” He asked and you nodded.

He appeared to be thinking it over and then abruptly stood up to investigate the shelf further. He understood you must mean books with inappropriate material but he wanted to be certain you didn’t mean demon-worshipping books as that was also something angels shouldn’t be reading.

You put your face in your hands and groaned. Nothing would stop Raphael and you weren’t looking forward to the scolding.

As expected there was a stunned silence from him for a minute before he turned to you, brows furrowed and placing a stack of books in front of you.

He sat back down facing you as if he were about to begin an interrogation.

“Cotton Candy My Angel…” he began listing. “Beastly Angel… The Words of an Angel Who Came From Heaven… I Want the Angel to Use His Spear on Me!” He looked puzzled by the last one and mumbled, “That’s oddly specific…”

You blushed and nodded. “Okay…you found the secret stash…let’s continue the puzzle.”

He didn’t drop it, as expected. “You understand angels can’t do this sort of thing with humans?” He questioned and you nodded but then shrugged.

“Well…I’m not technically human, am I?”

A nearly unnoticeable blush crossed his face and he remained silent, deciding how to respond to that. “Angels…don’t really do that with each other either…”

“As far as you know.”

“What?” His confused face made you chuckle. It was almost too cute for words.

“I said what I said.”

“What are you implying? What sort of things are you imagining?” He prodded.

You shrugged again, “I don’t know…what do you think I’m implying, Seraphim Raphael…”

His blush was now very noticeable as he stood up and put the books back on the shelf. He sat back in front of you and quickly began messing with the puzzle pieces.

Every so often you tapped his foot with yours and his blush would increase. At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to ignore it for much longer.

Mephistopheles

Mephistopheles looked around your room curiously. You’d invited him over to talk with you as he’d long been interested in interviewing the exchange student who’d made such a big splash in the Devildom and was particularly close to his idol, Lord Diavolo.

He looked at the tree and the lights you’d hung around it. He looked at the coffin-shaped bookshelf and the books on it when he noticed some were hidden behind the rest.

He glanced at the door to make sure you weren’t about to walk in and quickly walked to the bookshelf.

The books in front were normal, or at least normal for someone who’s just had the existence of demons confirmed to them.

Books like Paradise Lost, The Book of Enough, and the Screwtape Letters made him roll his eyes. He also observed the collection of magic books.

“They’ve gotten pretty far in their studies already…” he mumbled when you walked into the room with the tray of tea, iced water, and a giant pot of sugar for Mephistopheles to sweeten his tea as much as he liked.

He grinned and straightened up.

“Oh! Looking at my books?” You beamed and walked over to show him in more detail.

He nodded, glancing at the ones in the back. As you bent over to show him some on the bottom shelf he noticed the first part of a title and immediately took interest, pulling it out.

“Hm?” He hummed before turning red and trying to hide the book quickly before you noticed but instead, he knocked most of the books over.

He quickly used his body to shield you as the top shelf came out of place and fell.

“Ack!” You gasped in surprise, pinned beneath Mephistopheles who was bright red.

“Thank you!” You said, scooting away from him. “Why are you so red?” You questioned when you noticed your secret book stash all around you.

“I-uh-um—“ Mephistopheles stuttered looking around at the titles.

You blushed but decided to tease him. “What? Like you don’t have anything similar?”

He straightened his collar and began reading the titles since it appeared to him you didn’t mind.

“Reincarnated as the Villain: An Archdemon Fell in Love With Me…The Wealthiest Demon in the Land Bought Me!… The Lustful Whims of the Rich Demon Noble…” he eyed you, both of your faces red. “These are rather specific…though I suppose it means you aren’t afraid of us, which is…” he lost his train of thought, unable to focus as he rightfully assumed you had a thing for rich demons and had invited him to your room.

“Er-um…” he stuttered looking at you.

“Wh-Why don’t we proceed to the interview…the tea is getting cold too…” you suggested, desperate to fill the silence.

He nodded and looked away nervously, “Did you really invite me here…for an interview?” He questioned and you turned an even deeper shade of red.

“If so…then yes, let us proceed. If not…then what exactly did you have in mind? I suppose I could indulge you…as long as it remains a secret.”

Barbatos

“Oh my,” you hear Barbato’s chuckle as he helps tidy your room.

You were bent over a stack of old notebooks you found when you turned around and your eyes widened in horror.

He was looking at your forbidden bookshelf! You forgot he mentioned he was going to dust every surface in the room. Of course, that also meant the books you hid behind the more innocent ones.

Barbatos gave you an amused look and showed you the manga in his hand as you tried to stutter an excuse.

“My, my ___. Is this the sort of thing you like?”

“I-uh—“ Before you could answer him he began to pull each book out and setting them in a small pile on your desk.

“The Sadistic Butler…I Want to Train You and Break You: Black Butler’s Sadistic Service…” You turned redder as he read every title. Barbatos was the last person you needed to see these.

He continued, the amusement in his voice more evident with each title he read, “Lady and the Butler, Would You Care for a Butler?, The Sinful Evening Affair With a Butler…” he smiled at you, chuckling to himself. When he saw how flushed you were he bowed his head apologetically.

“My apologies, ___. I didn’t mean to be invasive,” he paused and tilted his head. “I do wonder though…did you start reading things like this before or after meeting me…?”

You blushed but gave him an honest answer. “uh…I’ve kinda always had a thing for butlers…and demons…”

His smile widened, “Oh?”

“B-But I didn’t start collecting until more recently…I guess?” You couldn’t meet his eyes. You were shocked with yourself you were admitting this and anxious about his reaction.

Barbatos instead finished dusting the shelf and your heart sank. No reaction was worse than anything at all.

“Um…” you said fidgeting, unable to get back to cleaning up.

He glanced your way as he shelved your books again. This team he quickly glimpsed through one and his face turned a dark pink.

“Oh my…no wonder you turned so red?” He surmised and you hid your face.

He put the book back in its place, set down his duster, and approached you as you sat at the end of your bed.

You looked up as he placed his hands on your shoulders. The look in his eyes was unfamiliar to you, a rare look across the demon’s face. His horns grew from his head and his tail from his spine, flicking back and forth.

“I think we’ve cleaned enough for now…how about I reward your hard work? I can take a guess as to what you’d most enjoy.” He said in a low voice, his hot breath against your ear.

You gave a small nod, and with your confirmation, he pushed you back into the bed.

Diavolo

It was bound to come out eventually, you just hadn’t expected it to be so soon. Unfortunately for you, Diavolo was a very observant man so the moment he came into your room his eyes were scanning the premises.

“Make yourself at home,” you grinned and he nodded and thanked you.

You went to the kitchen quickly to grab some tea. Barbatos had taught you how to prepare it best for him.

When you recentered your room with tea you saw Diavolo stifling an amused laugh with a book in his hand.

You quickly set the tray of tea down and caught his attention.

“Oh, hehe, thank you,” he chuckled and instead of grabbing his tea, he went back to observing the books on your shelf.

That’s when you realize you made the grave mistake of not hiding the manga you most enjoyed.

“W-What’s so funny?” You asked nervously, knowing full well why he was so entertained.

“Oh, I’m just looking through to see what sort of manga you enjoy…I have to say it’s rather interesting…” he gave you a sly look and went back to laughing to himself.

He shelved the last book and skimmed over the rest.

“These always have such long titles…I honestly thought Levi was just describing the manga for the longest time, but it seems it’s like this in the human world too,” he noted.

He grinned, coming across another interesting title, “Ooh, what’s this one.”

You quickly darted to his side hoping he wouldn’t open up any of them. After all, they’d been wrapped when you bought them for a very good reason.

“Hey, uh-“ you quickly tried grabbing the manga but he held it over his head and laughed as you jumped to try and reach it, just to fall into his large chest.

Diavolo normally didn’t tease you to this degree so you knew he was very invested in this as he began reading aloud some of the titles on the shelf.

“Let’s see…oh here’s another good one! Reincarnated Into A Game World Where The Demon King Who Kidnapped Me Wants To Do Me All Night Long… oh look, this seems interesting too— The Reincarnated Saint Falls for the Demon Lord? When I Reincarnated I Was Doted on by the Demon King… oh look this one is even more to the point! Entwined at Twilight with a Demon: Again… And Again… He Can’t Be Stopped! AHAHAHAHA!” Diavolo’s laughter filled your room as you turned redder than his hair.

“___, I’m curious…you seem to have such a deep fascination with the ones involving Demon Kings in particular…” he grinned mischievously, “is there perhaps a reason for that?”

You blushed but wanted to fill the silence and blurted out what you were thinking before you fully realized what you were asked, “And if there was?”

He looks surprised for a moment but his eyes quickly glazed over with longing. “Then…maybe I’d have to do something about it, wouldn’t I?”

Your heart beat wildly as he set the book down and approached you with heavy steps.

“So, ___? Let’s say we bring one of your fascinating books to life?”

[lietwice]

WITHOUT HESITATION, HE DOES. He likes this delicate skin. He really likes it. Garak sucks at it again eagerly, exploring the skin with kisses and gentle nips with his teeth until he runs out of energy and has to rest his head on Julian's shoulder, exhausted. Even then, he doesn't quite want to give up, so takes a deep breath in to smell his partner. "Your scent is most enjoyable," he murmurs, then can't resist poking his tongue out for one more lick of the smooth skin.

Garak's tongue pressed flat to his neck is an incredible sensation, and Julian breathes in sharply, then closes his eyes to enjoy it all the more. The scrape of teeth is divinely intimate, but the unexpected suction is what gets him to gasp and then moan with pleasure. He clutches tightly at Garak's back, and he tilts his chin up even further to stretch the delicate skin for his partner's attention. "Do that again?" he requests. "Please?"

[fnafluffy]

tired of my brain being filled with these bugs.

[tupperware-wizard]

Hey, idk if you take requests still but if you do, can I request kim from Scott Pilgrim vs the world?

When was the last time you rented a video?

Yeah i still do request from time to time, and i actually had a lot of fun making this one~ And despite how lewd it is, I'm actually pretty happy with how it turned out~

[lietwice]

AN EROGENOUS ZONE? Distracted from crying, Garak looks immediately horrified about such a thing being spoken about out loud, eyes wide. This isn't worse than the thing about oral sex... but he hadn't been considering trying to make Julian prove that. "You-- I don't--" he stops, stares at Julian again. He did ask for this. It's true that he doesn't know about that, if it is true. He knows plenty about his body when it comes to sensitivity to pain, but very little else. It makes complete sense that he would have erogenous zones he's currently oblivious to. "Of course it's a difficult question, it's supposed to be difficult," he says, instead of commenting on the answer he's been given. "Otherwise it would be pointless."

Garak doing this for him, taking care of him so gently, wasn't something he'd prepared for. His chest tightens and he makes intense eye contact for a moment before blinking away the tears along with the feeling. "Something immediately testable? Because I can tell you medical details, but then you'd have to get scans to prove it. I... Give me a minute." He thinks hard about everything he knows about his love that would be true at this time and would be provable, and all he comes up with is, unfortunately, sexual. "You have an erogenous zone that I don't think you knew about until I found it? About four centimeters above your tailbone, just to either side of your spine. Or... I don't know. You have to realize that that's an incredibly difficult question."

[powerofabsorption]

The brunette straddled the silver haired male, dancing slowly in his lap. She rubbed her body against his and moaned wantonly. "Oh, darlin'. It's been too long since I've had this much fun..."

Robin freezes up, face burning bright red at the sight.

“I-it’s certainly something…” He replied with a timid laugh.”

[devildomwriter]

“Magic” Technique

YO he’s wild for this 😂