#satan's foot on my neck

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Desire, I'm Hungry

Summary: You and Steve happen upon a strange flower and suddenly find yourselves separated from your friends in the Upside Down. An unrelenting desire overtakes the both of you, taking your friendship past the point of no return.

CW: Porn with plot. Sex pollen (so this could be considered forced intimacy). Underlying idiots in love. Mutual pining. AFAB Reader. Steve's canon S4 injuries. Steve's a little mean. Fluff ending. Biting. Blood. Fingering. Makeshift gag. Unprotected P in V. Reader has a vagina. Small breeding kink (it is Steve, after all). Creampie.

This one would not leave my brain until I got it out! Enjoy!

WC: 10.4K

In all the years you had come to know Steve Harrington it had its ups and downs. Being his best friend came with firsthand experience with all things Upside Down that ultimately led you into some pretty precarious situations.

Demogorgans, demo-dogs, Russians and a monster composed solely of melted people were the least of your worries because HE had always been there.

Until this very moment you saw him as untouchable. An invincible protector, the one person who came when you needed to be saved, not the person who needed saving.

He'd reached for your hand in desperation as he disappeared under Lover's Lake. The tips of his fingers slipped through yours, leaving you grasping and screaming out in panic and shock.

“Steve! No, no, no, no!” You scrambled next to Robin, pulling off your jacket about to jump in when she suddenly caught your wrist.

“Hey Y/N! No! You can't just jump in there!” She yelled. Before you could get a word of protest out, you heard Eddie yell behind you.

“Woah, Wheeler you're not going in there, are you?”

“Just wait here.” She replied, briefly cutting her eyes to you before the sound of splashing water drew your attention.

“Holy shit,” Robin breathed out, clutching a hand over her mouth.

“Robin, we can't stay here. Not with both of them down there! Let's go!” Reaching out to her, as you turned back to look at the metalhead. “Eddie?”

“What? No. You can't go. What the fuck man!” He wailed. “She said wait.”

“Yeah, we heard her.” Robin finally nodded, squeezing your hand reassuringly as you both leapt from the boat.

-

You'd never been a strong swimmer, even with all the summers spent by the Harrington's pool. Much more interested in getting some sun instead of swimming laps.

Only now you were regretting never listening to the boy when he tried to give you those life preserving pointers, as you swam to the pulsating gate beneath Lover's Lake. Your lungs were on fire by the time you made it to the opening, Robin extending her hand to help you through.

Eddie surprisingly followed a moment after, while you were still trying to catch your breath.

Suddenly, ear splitting screeching noises and Nancy's voice pulled your focus in time to see Satan’s own flying hell spawn attacking Steve on the ground, as she attempted to fight them off.

“Oh my God! We have to help them!” You shouted, taking off in a sprint toward your friends, Eddie and Robin hot on your heels. All regard for your own safety was quickly forgotten.

A weapon was the furthest thing from your mind but as you drew closer, you realized just how dire the situation appeared.

Steve was being strangled by one of the creatures, with its tail wrapped around his neck and another making a meal of him. Nancy had successfully pried one off and was in the midst of fighting it back.

“Steve! Just hang on!” You shouted, stomping a foot down directly on this thing's back as it shrieked out in pain releasing its jaw from his side, immediately turning its attention toward you.

“Oh fuck.” You hissed, as it leapt up taking flight. You turned to run but Robin was right there with an oar.

You ducked as she bashed into this thing, splintering the wood as it fell to the ground. Rushing over you began to stomp on it repeatedly until it stopped moving.

You all turned in time to see Steve holding this creature by the tail and whip it around hitting the ground until it lost consciousness. Stepping on it with his bare foot and pulling until he ripped it apart with his bare hands.

“Fuck,” you huffed, stunned. He was bloodied and bruised, as he spit blood from his mouth, but he was alive.

Robin leaned over slightly, whispering low enough for only you to hear.

“Might want to pick your jaw up off the floor.”

You shut your mouth and shot her a sideways glance, as she snickered.

The joy of a victory was short lived as you rushed over to Steve’s side.

‘Steve, are you okay?” Suddenly hurdling yourself into his chest with a thud as he grunted out, throwing your arms around his neck as he wound his around your back, holding a little too tightly and maybe a few seconds too long before letting go to give you a proper answer.

“Well,” Looking down at his torso, when you stepped back. “They took about a pound of flesh. But, other than that, yeah, never better.”

Robin began ranting about rabies, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of Steve as your own set of worries began to seep in. Completely lost on the conversation around you until you heard Nancy yell.

“The woods. Come on!”

“Y/N, c’mon!” Steve frantically tugged at your arm before you all made a run for cover.

You were huddled under skull rock pressed in like sardines, waiting with bated breath until the bats finally dispersed.

Everyone grumbled, and voiced concerns as you stood. Steve took a few uneasy steps before he fell against the rocky surface opposite of you.

“Oh shit,” coming out on a shaky exhale, as he tried to upright himself.

“Steve?” Your head whipped around as you stepped into his space, reaching out to help steady him.

“I'm fine. I'm fine.” He huffed out, still a little dazed.

“No, no you're not. You're bleeding. Sit down.” Worrying over him.

He slid down, as you knelt in front of him, guiding his wrist to take his hand away from his oozing wound. Nancy began to tear the bottom of her shirt, quickly handing you the fabric.

Robin started rambling about rabies again before you glared at her.

“Rob, not helping!” You hissed before she mumbled an apology and backed away from the two of you.

“You ready?” Asking him as he looked down at you, poised with his makeshift bandage.

“Yeah, just do it.” He pinched his eyes closed, bracing himself, wincing once you pulled it taut against his abdomen and began wrapping.

“Too tight?” Chancing a glance up at him but he was already staring down at you, with a scowl plastered across his features.

“Why the hell are you down here?” He suddenly blurted out.

“What the hell do you mean? We all jumped in for you.” His question genuinely bewildered you, eyes drifting back down, concentrating on the task at hand. Wouldn't he do the same for any of you?

“You should have stayed in the boat. Like I told you to.” He chides.

You work to finish covering his wounds, ignoring the sting of his words. Scolding you as if you were a petulant child who didn't listen to their father.

“A thank you would be nice.” Mumbling out as he winced when you tightened it to begin tying it off.

“A thank you?” Scoffing down at you. “Well instead of me dying, now we all might die. Don't you get that? Jesus, Y/N you don't lis— Fuck!” He hissed out.

You made sure to pull the last knot even tighter, effectively cutting off the rest of his little tirade.

“Oops.” You smirked, finally standing and stepping away from him.

You were drenched and cold, suddenly all too aware of your grim situation. You sure as hell didn't need a lecture from him right now after saving his ass.

“Fuck off Steve! We were all trying to save you!” You shouted, leaving the rest of the crew to stare around awkwardly, shifting gazes amongst each other.

“I didn't need to be saved! You should have stayed on the fucking boat!” He yelled back.

“Hey, guys,” Nancy cleared her throat, trying to break the tension between the two of you before it got any worse.

“What?!” Shouting in unison, turning your heads to look over at her.

“Maybe we should get going, yeah? And uh… stay a little quieter?” Her eyes drifted to the treetops overhead, scanning a moment.

You'd both been so fixated on the other, the horrors of the upside down had slipped your minds. She was right, you were trying to avoid attention, not bring it directly on top of you.

“Let's all just calm down and get through this together.” She hummed, satisfied with your nods of agreement taking off ahead of you once more as Robin followed.

Eddie's wide eyes met yours and then Steve's.

“Right, I should, uh…” he said, thumb pointed in their direction. “But uh, here.” Shrugging his vest off before forcefully tossing it toward Steve's chest.

“For your modesty dude.” Smirking before he darted away to follow after the girls.

Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, voice coming out quieter this time but still laced with annoyance.

“C’mon. Just stay close and don't wander off.” Before taking a few steps to catch up to Eddie.

“Don't wander off.” Mocking under your breath, staying a few paces behind, not wanting to be near your ungrateful so-called best friend.

The forest got darker the further you went. It felt like eyes were on you the entire time. You wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling chilled and uneasy, closing the gap between yourself and the boys.

You were close enough now to catch bits and pieces of their hushed conversation, more Eddie talking than not. You knew Steve well enough that he was still brooding about the entire situation. He didn't hate you, quite the opposite. His harsh tone only masks his own worries and fears.

You caught him more than once glancing over his shoulder to make sure you were never too far away.

“Dustin… said I was badass?”

“Oh yeah. Shit. Kid WORSHIPS you, man. Like, you got no idea. It's rather annoying to be honest.”

You smirked at that. Dustin never told Steve anything like that, coming off as an annoying little brother all the time.

“Those ladies jumped in after you and I was too damn ashamed to be the one who stayed behind. Wheeler there, she didn’t waste a second. I mean not a split second. She just dove right in. I don’t know what happened between you two, but… I’d get her back, man. Whatever it takes. ‘Cause that… that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.”

Steve stops at Eddie's spiel, looking over his shoulder once more, as you roll your eyes. Of course it was always about Nancy. The one that got away. Not like you tried to dive in first, right? Eddie was too freaked out to notice back there.

Before Steve had the chance to respond the ground began to shake once more, as everyone tried to hang on. You lost your footing, tripping over a stump and thankfully not landing on one of those damn vines, losing sight of everyone behind an overgrown thatch of bushes.

The rumbling slowed to a dull roar just as something caught your eye in a small clearing up ahead, emanating a small bluish-purple glow through the trees ahead. It was faint but while everything in the Upside Down was muted and dull it stuck out like a sore thumb.

As if it was pulling you in, you stumbled forward, quickly righting yourself and heading toward it. It was pulsing slightly; a steady, slow rhythm like a heartbeat.

You stopped at the center of the clearing, as you stepped closer, you realized it was a flower or at least flower shaped. Something akin to a Dahlia back home but it was a glowing azure color, petals almost transparent.

There were a few unopened buds that were also pulsing. The closed pods thumped, not taking notice of the way the pulses quickened as you stepped closer.

Your mind was clouded as you watched them. Beauty in a barren landscape, so mesmerizing you didn't hear Steve calling out for you.

As if on autopilot, your hand began to drift toward it as he jogged up beside you.

“Hey, did you not hear me calling for you? What're y—” He trailed off, feeling helpless watching your fingertips graze the pod as he tried to yank you back, but it was too late.

You were both too close when the thing practically exploded open, releasing a cloud of pearlescent powder into the space between you.

The dust landed on everything in a five-foot radius, as it invaded your lungs causing you both to choke on what you could only think of as its pollen. He grabbed the back of your shirt, dragging you away.

“What the hell was that?” He asked in between coughs and a few sneezes.

“I don't…” before you could properly form a response, screeching could be heard from overhead once more.

“Shit!” He hissed, before shouting back to the others to run for it. The hive mind. Everything was connected down here, it only made sense the flowers were too. The flying bats were back.

You and Steve took off the opposite way that you entered the clearing, dodging vines and low hanging branches in the process. He was trying to slow down so you could keep up.

“C’mon y/n. I think I see a building up ahead!” He shouted.

It was a dilapidated looking cabin, but it would have to do, as he took the steps two at a time reaching the porch with you right behind him.

He barreled through the door, thankful it wasn't locked as you rushed past him, slamming it shut in time to see some of the creatures flying low, unsure if they'd spotted you.

His hands quickly moved to the deadbolt, looking around the small space grabbing a chair, wedging it under the door handle.

You both stood there a moment facing the door, trying to catch your breath as a loud thump echoed overhead as it landed on the roof. It let out an ear-piercing screech that had you covering your ears. Steve hovered his finger over his lips as a shushing motion as a few more thuds and mirrored screeches followed.

He was trying to think, shining the flashlight this way and that, finding an open door near the edge of the kitchen, spotting a set of stairs that were leading down.

He quietly shuffled over to it, shining his beam ahead. It looked like it led to a small basement or at least a root cellar, as he nodded for you to follow as he began his descent.

You sighed, but reluctantly walked over as quietly as possible and trailed behind him, closing the door softly behind you. There was no lock, but it did latch shut.

It was dark, the only light emanating from his flashlight, as he shined it back to the stairs for you to climb down.

“I think we'll be safer down here.” He whispered. “There's a cot over there.” Pointing to the corner.

It was a small room. No other outlet, looking more like a bunker than a cellar. Shelves lined the wall with food and various supplies. At least you were covered if you had to stay a while but hoped it wouldn't come to that.

“Steve,” You began but he immediately cut you off holding his hand up.

“If you hadn't gotten distracted, we wouldn't be in this situation.” His voice is a little louder, but still barely above a whisper.

“It's not my fault Steve, I saw something glowing, like it was pulling me in. You didn't have to fucking follow me!” You knew he was right, but you were feeling attacked.

“Yeah, I did. I'm not leaving anyone behind in this fucking place. Even if you can't follow simple directions.” He huffs, throwing a hand to his hip as he surveyed the room. “Not enough you get us separated, but you have to go and touch that weird ass flower. God knows what the hell that shits going to do to us.”

He was venting more than yelling toward you at this point, frustrated with the entire situation.

“You knew you weren't supposed to touch shit… that hive mind…”

“Steve.”

He continued to mumble over in the corner, with his back turned, throwing his hands around in dramatic fashion.

“But no! You touch it and now we're contaminated…”

“Steve!” Hissing out more forcefully, finally knocking him from his train of thought and little rant.

“What?!” He spun around, throwing the beam from his flashlight directly in your face. “What Y/N?”

You threw a hand up shielding your eyes with a grimace before he quickly lowered it, mumbling an apology.

“Can you just stop pacing? It's not helping anything. You're just giving me a headache.” You grumbled, sitting down on the cot. It slightly squeaked under your newly added weight, as your elbows landed on your knees, bringing your hands to cover your face with a groan.

“You're giving me a headache…” he mumbled slightly under his breath, but you still caught it. He found a small chair in the opposite corner, plopping down with a sigh.

After about ten minutes of total silence, you laid back on the cot, unwilling to give him any more attention. Though he continued to mutter under his breath occasionally, you ignored him.

“Hey,” he finally spoke up. “I'm going to give it a few more minutes and see if they're still on the roof. Maybe we can make a break for Nance’s place and regroup.”

“Yeah, fine.” Huffing a reply with an eye roll.

It was then you noticed a strange tingling on the skin around your neck, kind of like a cold chill. Shaking your head as you sit up, to rub the back of your neck.

“You ok?” He asked, watching intently.

“Fine. Just… a chill.” You shrugged, as he nodded.

Another drawn out silence before either of you attempt to speak.

“Hey, are you… do you feel itchy?” He asked, scratching his exposed shoulder.

“Um, well now that you mention it, yeah. This spot on my neck is itchy.” Your hand absentmindedly reached up, scratching at it again.

“It's that damn flower. I knew it!” He exclaimed, standing up. “Look, we need to see if we can get out of here.”

You watched him carefully retreat up the stairs, his footsteps creaking across the floorboards above your head, stopping for a few moments before making their way back over to the door as he came back into view.

“Ok, looks like we might be here for a while. They're still moving around up there, and when I looked out the window there's a few in the surrounding trees.” He slid back down into the chair, spreading out as much as he could to make himself comfortable.

“Fuck, isn't that just great?” You huffed out, taking your turn to pace the small room. Was it getting hot in here? A bead of sweat rolled down your back. When did it get so muggy?

“Just calm down, we'll get out of here. Okay?” He sounded so sure of himself; you almost believed him.

You sat back down, stretching your legs out onto the cot and finally laying back. The situation was looking bleak, your own mind filling with anxious stress. At least Steve’s here. You don’t have to die alone.

You watched him from the corner of your eye, wiping his brow several times before finally rolling your head toward his direction.

The vest Eddie gave him hung open, revealing his chest, the thick smattering of hair slick and matted down. Was he sweating too? His toned chest moving up and down, a steady rhythm with each breath he took. His head was leaned back on the wall behind him, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

You pulled your lip between your teeth, before letting go as he picked his head up looking at you as if he could feel your eyes on him. You didn't look away, holding his gaze.

“Steve?” You finally asked.

“Yeah?” His eyes shift away from your face, trailing down your body before looking back up as his tongue darted out wetting his parched lips.

“Is it hot in here?” Sitting up, fanning yourself. “I feel like I'm burning up.”

“Yeah… yeah, no. I thought it was just me.” Letting out a sigh. “It could be the close quarters, but I don't think we should go upstairs yet.”

“No, yeah. You're right.” You laid back down, eyes to the ceiling. You could ignore the heat if it meant survival for at least a bit longer.

He turned the light off a little while later, trying to conserve what little battery life it had left.

At some point you drifted off to sleep because you were roused by him touching your arm. It felt like ice touching your flushed skin as you sat straight up trying to catch your bearings.

“Hey! Woah, it's just me.” He soothed, as you flinched away from his unusual cold touch. He pulled his hands back, giving you some space. “I wanted to check on you. I don't think it's hot down here. I think it's us.”

You felt dizzy sitting all the way up, throwing the back of your hand to your forehead. You were on fire. Your nearly dry clothes were sticking to the dampness of your flushed skin, making you cringe. There was also an overwhelming feeling of an unquenchable thirst in the back of your throat.

“Fuck, Steve. I really did it this time.” You folded over yourself, head in your hands, groaning at the way you almost felt drunk or drugged, wondering if he felt as bad as you did.

“No, hey. Look, I'm sorry about earlier. It's not your fault. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I’m the reason we’re in this situation.” You moved your head to look up at him, willing your bleary eyes to focus. A thin sheen of sweat covered his exposed skin, hair sticking against his forehead. His eyes are what caught your attention the most.

His usual golden flaked, honey hued irises were a mere fraction of a ring around a black abyss. This pollen was affecting him the same, he just had a better poker face but he couldn't control the truth his eyes showed you.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, as you sat there unblinking.

“Yeah, I…” Shaking your head to look away. “Yeah, no. I don't fucking know right now.”

He shuffled over to one of the shelves looking for some water or anything to help alleviate your symptoms. Pausing for a moment, wondering if anything could be trusted from the Upside Down but there wasn't anything of value he could find in any case.

“Fuck!” He hissed, turning back around.

“Steve, it's ok.” You croaked out. “Just sit down.” You patted the small space beside you on the cot as you scooted over. He hung his head and skirted back over, sitting down carefully trying not to touch you.

_

He didn't want to tell you that while you were sleeping this overwhelming urge started to come over him. An ache low in his belly, and groin. It started out dull but began to grow, radiating through him as a spiked sense of arousal began thrumming through his veins.

Shame began to wash over him. How could he be so turned on at a time like this? A few more minutes passed when he was hit with the most intoxicating scent. It was faint at first. When he took in another heavy exhale it invaded his nostrils and filled his lungs.

He didn't understand where it was coming from, but he felt light, almost high, as he continued to breathe in and out, letting it wash over him. He could only describe it as a familiar, yet exotic thing, wrapping him up in a warm hug. It was almost irresistible, in the way a bakery or candy shop lures you in with promises that, yes it tastes just as good as it smells.

He turned the light back on, shining it toward your still sleeping form, shifting his hooded and heavy eyes over you stretched out on the small cot. There wasn't much skin showing, aside from your exposed arms but then you turned toward him as your shirt rose up slightly, exposing a sliver along your hip that suddenly had him drooling.

He felt his cock stir in his pants, with an ache that was suddenly all consuming. He hadn't realized when he'd gotten up, but he was suddenly standing over you, reaching out, fingertips grazing your arm.

You stirred slightly, as he watched your lips part with a soft breath settling back down.

He placed his palm to your arm, fingers wrapping around your soft, pliable flesh and an instant feeling of relief flooded his senses but then you'd woken, startling him out of this sudden trance.

-

You stretched and yawned beside him, shedding the last bits of slumber from your small nap. You couldn't have been out long, but you were so tired and thirsty.

Had he been awake the whole time? A sudden pang of guilt overtook you at the thought.

“If you need a nap, I'll move so you can take the cot.” Saying as you slowly stood, stiff on unsure legs, as you swayed just a bit plopping back down, your arm brushing his. It was brief but the feeling was cool against the searing heat radiating from you.

“Woah, just take it easy, yeah?” He turned toward you, hands at the ready but just hovering. He didn't trust himself right now.

“How… how are you so cold? Your skin, I mean? I thought you were hot too?”

“I am, look at me. I'm fucking sweating.” He gestured toward himself, a thin sheen of sweat still covering his face and body.

“Can I…” You couldn't get the question out before your hand was already reaching up, suddenly gripping his wrist.

Your brain is flooded with endorphins. A dopamine hit that had you suddenly searching for more. Your eyes closed at the contact, missing the way Steve’s mouth parted slightly releasing a shuddered breath.

As if you had no control of your body, your other hand moved up, planting itself firmly on Steve's chest, eliciting a small whimper from him that made your eyes shoot back open.

“Do you feel that?” You asked, watching his eyes flutter closed. All he could do was nod, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

You moved his wrist up, as he opened his hand, already anticipating what you were thinking, as you placed his palm to your chest.

“Oh my God,” it slipped out, almost a moan more than words. His hand immediately soothing the patch of exposed skin that had your eyelids lazily closing once more.

“It feels so good, Steve.” You breathed out.

Your words were doing nothing to quell his ever-growing arousal. He took in a heavy breath and there it was. That overpowering aroma was suddenly surrounding him once more, too heavy to ignore.

It was you.

When you opened your heavy-lidded eyes, the pupils were blown wide, full of lust and desire. Your lips parted slightly, releasing a small exhale you had been holding. All he wanted to do was lean in and press his lips to yours, letting his tongue explore and taste all that you had to offer.

“No.” He hissed out, jumping up and stumbling back, putting a little space between the two of you.

“What? What's wrong?” You asked, mourning the loss of his contact.

“This. This isn't… Jesus!” He whispered out, trying to maintain his composure. “Can't you see what's happening? It's the goddamn flower, that powder. It's making us… whatever this is.” Gesturing between the two of you.

Of course he had an attraction to you. He'd been harboring, what he thought, were unrequited feelings for the better part of two years.

“Yeah, I know, but it feels so good when you touch me, Steve.” Your voice was dripping with seduction, even if you hadn't meant it that way. Your head was getting all fuzzy again, swaying a little.

“Goddamnit, we need to get out of here.” He hissed, wiping his forehead. “I'm checking upstairs again.”

You watched him go, leaning back on the small cot once more.

Aside from the dizziness, there was something stirring just under your skin. An itch you couldn't quite scratch, a buzz or a hum starting at the base of your neck, traveling down your spine sending a sudden spark to your lower abdomen like when you were… Oh God. Your legs closed as if by their own volition when that spark suddenly had your core clenching around nothing just as he descended back down the stairs.

“I think we're almost in the clear. The ones in the trees are gone and… hey, are you okay?” Finally noticing the almost pained expression etched across your face.

“I… I'm… Steve, what the hell is wrong with us?” You sat up quickly, getting to your feet with a gentle sway. He didn't think this time reaching for you.

His touch both soothed and electrified you. Cooling hands on hot skin but an even hotter feeling pooling between your thighs, making a small whimper escape you.

He closed his eyes as your cheek hit his chest. He was trying to think of something, anything else other than the way you felt against him.

You inhaled deeply, his woodsy musk surrounding you entirely. It was illogical. You'd both been in the lake and running through the woods, yet his scent was mouth watering.

“God, Steve, you smell so good.” You murmured, feeling intoxicated, grabbing onto Eddie's vest with clenched fists.

“Yeah, s—so do you.” Dropping his hands to rest on your hips, your head lifting at his admission.

“Yeah?” You asked, almost breathless. He nods, licking his lips, your eyes landing there as your hands slip under the vest smoothing over his chest, the coarse hair tickling your palms as a shiver ran down his spine.

It's like you couldn't stop yourself, stepping closer into his space as his grip on you tightened, pulling you fully into him, your lower stomach meeting his hips.

“Steve?” Asking as you inch forward, calves beginning to strain as you stand on the tips of your toes.

“Yeah?” He asks, holding his breath.

“I really want to kiss you.”

No sooner than the statement left your lips, he surged forward closing the gap.

Parched from the day's activities left his usual plush, soft looking lips chapped and dry but you didn't mind.

An immediate feeling of relief washed over you. It was like finding an oasis in the desert, drinking the taste of him down, briefly quenching that immeasurable thirst.

He tilted his head, bringing his hand to the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair as his nose pressed further into your cheek. You worked in tandem until his tongue dared to slip out, silently begging for permission.

You parted your lips with a soft moan as they met, slowly circling and entangling but you were hungry for more. Your hand slid up his chest and wound around the nape of his neck, finding his usual soft strands of hair, dirty and matted, pulling on the ends before pulling him closer, earning you a moan that you eagerly swallowed down.

The hand on your hip traveled south, snaking its way to the fat of your ass, suddenly groping and kneading your pliant flesh through your jeans pushing you further into him. His now very prominent hard cock pressed into the softness of your lower abdomen, taking you by surprise when you felt it twitch between you as he groaned.

At some point the two of you had begun moving, only realizing it when your back hit the far wall, knocking you from your trance. Your lips separated but still momentarily connected by a thin string of saliva as you pant into each other's mouths.

“Fuck, I need you, Steve.” You hissed out, pushing at the shoulders of the denim vest he still wore.

“Wait,” A moment of clarity for him, grabbing your wrists to halt your movements making you pout, as he looked around the dingy, cobweb infested space.

“Shit I— we can't do that down here.”

“Why not?” Asking, as your lower lip jutted out, eyebrows crinkling. The ache in your lower abdomen was getting worse, your clit was throbbing, practically begging for any kind of stimulation.

He shouldn't have looked at you. Your eyes were glossy in the dim light, looking as if tears were about to roll down your cheeks. He wasn't any better off. His cock was throbbing painfully against his pants, a wet patch of precum visible where his head laid.

“Goddamnit!” He hissed, pausing for a deep breath, tilting his head toward the ceiling. “Because I don't want the first time with you to be on a filthy basement cot in the upside down!”

You couldn't help the grin that lifted the edges of your lips into a smirk, as you continued to stare at his bared throat. Wondering for a moment what it would be like to sink your teeth into him. This deep primal hunger was overpowering your senses, overtaking any other basic needs.

“Fuck me upstairs then.” You blurted out.

“Wh—what?” As if he'd misheard you, whipping his head back down.

“I said,” leaning closer to him. “Fuck. Me. Upstairs. There's a bed up there.” You nip at his nose and giggle when he pulls back, grip moving, holding firm to your shoulders.

When it disbursed, you had taken the brunt of the pollen, if you could even call it that, apparently it was affecting you more severely, unable to concentrate on anything else for more than a few seconds at a time.

“We can't— you— don't know what you're saying, and those things are still up there.”

“Stevie, please?” Your voice drips with desire, sultry and sweet. Looking up at him with your best doe eyes had all manner of his resolve quickly fading.

“I can be quiet. I promise.” You whispered with a pout, as your fingertips dance along his exposed chest. “What're friends for, Stevie? We need to help each other out.”

“Fuck,” he groans, slipping his hand into yours, turning without saying another word to grab the flashlight pulling you along. He wasn't going to be able to hold out, suddenly driven by the unwavering need in his pants, it seemed better to give in to your advances than try to fight them. Your sweet tone, seemingly needing him just as much as he needs you, he couldn't resist.

His mind was flooded with the vivid image of how your tight cunt would feel wrapped around his shaft, he quickly ascended the stairs looking back once holding his finger to his lips when he reached the door, easing it open. The rush of cooler air hit you as soon as the door opened for a small reprieve.

“I'm going to check out the windows, go down the hall. Quietly.” Nodding toward the right. “The first door on the left has a bed and no windows.”

You nod your understanding as he lets go of your hand, letting you go your separate ways. Tiptoeing down the hall, it was quiet, aside from the errant clap of thunder that echoed through the walls every thirty seconds or so.

The room had been exactly where he had explained. It seemed small, but the only light filtered in from the hall, illuminating only a portion of the bed. As your eyes adjusted, the bed came more into view, a little dusty but bigger than the cot downstairs.

You threw the quilt back, revealing surprisingly pristine sheets underneath. You decided to discard your muddy, lake soaked shoes as he came into view.

He had turned his light off, a silhouette of broad shoulders illuminated against a dusky red backdrop as another bolt of lightning split the sky outside. He stood there lingering in the doorway, eyes briefly running over your form. Your breath hitched in your throat drinking him in when he finally took a few steps forward.

He stood before you without saying a word, quickly finding your hips and wasting no time pulling you flush against him once more as you let out a small squeak of surprise bracing yourself against his chest.

“Steve, I—”

You were quickly cut off when he sealed his lips over yours. His intoxicating scent once again surrounded you as your brain began to shut off, driven only by your primal desires.

Your hand trailed down his abdomen, fingertips grazing his bandages finding the exposed skin low by his waistband. He shuddered at your soft, lingering touch. Going lower still, he hisses and pulls back from your kiss as you palm at his erection over his pants.

It felt like you were on autopilot. The only thought in the forefront of your mind was the overpowering need for relief. The need to be as close as possible.

He was taken by surprise when you grabbed the lapels of his vest and quickly pulled him around. The back of his knees hit the bed, as he fell rather ungracefully.

The springs groaned under the sudden pressure of his added weight as he let out a grunt, uttering a “shit,” under his breath.

You quickly straddled his legs, giving him no time for protest, crawling up and sitting flush on his bulge trying to be mindful of those raw wounds fresh on his sides.

A chorus of expletives left both of your lips the moment your hips grind down searching for friction with your hands pressing firmly to his chest holding him in place. Your aching clit gets some relief, the stiff denim pressing into you sliding down the rigid length of him and back up. A fresh wave of arousal flooding from your core adding to your already ruined panties.

In any other circumstances, you would feel embarrassed rutting up against your best friend like a wild animal in heat, but seeking out and taking what you needed was first and foremost.

You leaned forward, burying your face in his neck, breathing him in.

“I could eat you up.” You whisper, lips grazing just below his ear, teeth nipping at his sensitive skin before your tongue rolls out, languidly licking at his jugular, his pulse thumping wildly against your muscle.

You whine, relishing the salty, earthy and coppery mixture as it settles along your taste buds, feeling him shutter beneath you taking a ragged breath only adding to your desire.

His hands find the plush of your hips, pulling you down to meet an upward thrust that has you leaning back up and moaning out without any regard for his earlier warnings and your promise.

His eyes shot up to you, barely illuminated in the dim light but you were a sight to see.

Your head is thrown back as if you were already in the throes of heady pleasure. Your mouth hung open slightly, another breathy wine escaping as you dragged your hips against his cock once more. Any and all of what was left of his will power was gone. His imagination ran rampant with the thought of you coming undone, falling apart only for him.

In one swift motion, he bucked his hips, gaining momentum to flip you over. Your back hits the mattress, making you gasp sharply as he seated himself between your parted thighs.

Your eyes go wide with surprise when his hand quickly shoots to your mouth, his large palm stifling your sounds.

Leaning further into your space, his lips ghost the shell of your ear as he spoke.

“I'm going to give you what you want but you've got to be quiet. Can you do that for me?”

You nod, fisting the vest in your hands, letting out a small whimper as he slowly took his hand away.

“Use your words, honey.” He scolded.

“Yes, I– I can be quiet.” You breathed out, beginning to feel faint.

“Good girl.” He purred, his words sending your mind into overdrive.

You pawed at his chest, pushing the denim at his shoulders. He sat up, finally pulling it free from his body and tossing it across the room. Your hands roam across the expanse of his chest and broad shoulders.

He reached the hem of your shirt, fingers skirting up your tummy, cool fingertips sending goosebumps across your flesh. You nodded as his eyes caught yours before he quickly pulled it over your head.

He sucked in a sharp breath, watching intently as your chest rose, pushing your breasts against the cups of your bra with each steady inhale, threatening to spill out all on their own before you reached behind, deftly unclasping it and lifting it away.

“Fuck, honey.” His eyes go dark, one of his large hands immediately finding its way to your soft skin. His calloused palm engulfing you as he kneads timidly, at first. You keen into his touch, arching upward, searching for more.

His mouth meets your pert nipple on the other side, swirling his tongue and roughly squeezing the breast under his palm. He nips at the taut bud as if testing the waters, teeth grazing before applying more pressure and immediately soothing the mild sting, laving the wet muscle back across your skin.

To keep from crying out, you bite down on your lip, whimpering as his touch sends shockwaves of pleasure down your body, shooting straight to your core.

He pulls off of you with an audible pop, eyes darting to your face when he feels you trying to push his pants down.

“Please, Steve. I need you! I can't wait.” You hiss out, still trying to maintain a whisper but the longer this keeps getting drawn out the more desperate you become, aching to be filled. An ache that was growing so strong it was boarding on painful.

Dipping your way past his waistband just a moment later, he shudders when your fingertips graze the soft skin of his shaft, wrapping your hand around his girthy cock.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes out, ducking his head into the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his own sounds as you stroke up and back down at an agonizingly slow pace.

Your thumb finds his head, a steady stream of precum already leaking from the tip, swirling your digit in the mess was almost too much as he sinks his teeth into the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

Your mouth fell agape with a silent gasp, a cry caught in your throat as your other hand flew to the back of his head, fingers digging into his locks and tugging harshly. He quickly unhinges his jaw, peppering kisses where his teeth had just been.

“M’sorry,” he mumbles out, pulling back and swatting your hands away from his pants as he sits up.

Your thighs go slack, as he blindly pops the button on your jeans, pulling the zipper down harshly, digging into the denim waistband before you lift your hips aiding in him hastily tugging them and your panties down your legs.

He tosses them somewhere behind him, before standing up and shedding his own pants and boxers, letting them unceremoniously pool at his feet.

Your eyes quickly rove over as much of his naked body as the dim lighting would allow, licking your lips. His cock was standing at full attention, curved slightly upward as he wrapped his own hand around it, pumping it lightly a few times.

His knees find the mattress, planting his hands on your thighs, spreading them apart to accommodate his frame.

Pausing a moment to appreciate the site before him, his fingertips trail the inside of your thigh, inching closer to where you yearn for him the most. You let out a small yelp of surprise when he tightened his grip and pulled you toward him.

“Steve,” you plead, as he ghosts over your slick lips, his thumb and forefinger spread you apart with a sticky release before he finally presses his thumb pad down onto your puffy clit making your hips buck up.

Sensing your urgent need, his finger begins to tease your aching hole, your arousal drips out, as he finally dips in, your hips rising up in time to push his digit further in.

Your head falls back into the pillow, the hand at your hip pushes you flush against the mattress holding you there as he pumps in and out of your tight pussy, quickly adding a second finger to help stretch you out.

“I can smell your needy cunt.” He hisses, practically salivating. Both of your pheromones were in overdrive, your scent wafting through the air like honey, luring him in. A feast begging to be devoured. “I bet you taste just as sweet.”

His words mixed with his current ministrations left you teetering on the edge, his digits stroke up, finding that sweet spot along your frontal wall and just when you were about to fall apart, it suddenly disappeared. Feeling as though it was subdued by some unseen force, leaving you whimpering and unsatisfied, as tears spring to your eyes in frustration.

“Steve, I— it's not working, I need more.” You huff out. It was then you noticed he was fisting his cock, searching for his own release alongside you.

“Fuck, yeah, okay.” He let out a little breathless. “It's not working f’me either.”

You immediately mourn the loss as his fingers slip from you before he promptly shoves them past his lips, humming around the taste, the potent elixir bursting on contact with his taste buds flooding his senses, igniting his insatiable hunger even further.

“Jesus Christ, I fuckin’ knew it.” His pupils dilate, high on the taste of you, a drug he suddenly realized he'll never be able to fully detox from.

He grips the base of his cock with one hand, leaning over and lining himself up with your soaked entrance, pressing the tip in, feeling your gummy walls start to mold around him, as your hands fly up to grip his shoulders.

“Please.” It was a breathy thing, as your muscles instinctually constricted around the welcome intrusion.

He groans, unable to hold himself back any further, snapping his hips and burying himself in one fluid motion. Your pussy gives little resistance between how wet you are and the unrelenting desire to be completely filled.

“Oh God!” Biting back another loud moan being ripped from your chest, digging your teeth into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood this time, as his thick cock splits you open.

There was a slight burn, as he sat snugly inside your tight channel that quickly gave way to overwhelming pleasure when he pulled back, withdrawing almost completely leaving just his leaking tip before plunging back in, somehow feeling deeper than before.

You muffle your cries the best you can, as he begins to set a near brutal pace. Every thrust pulling little ah, ah, ahs past your lips as your legs tighten around his waist, heels digging into the fat of his ass pushing him further into you.

He hisses and stills when your legs gripping a little too tight, pull his focus from fucking you to the searing pain at his sides. The wounds had been forgotten from the pure ecstasy he was feeling.

“Shit, I'm sorry.” It was enough to knock you from your lust fueled haze momentarily as he pulled out.

“Flip over.” He grunts.

“Wha—” A sharp smack to the side of your thigh has the words dying on your tongue with a gasp.

“Flip. Over.” Repeating himself a little more forcefully. The soft boy next door being replaced with a rougher version, that suddenly had your pussy clenching around nothing at his harsh demeanor.

You rolled onto your stomach, as his hands came to grip your hips with a bruising force, pulling your ass up.

He wastes no time shoving his throbbing length back between your glistening lips, bumping your clit once before slowly guiding his ruddy tip past your entrance, as your cunt flutters around him practically sucking him in.

He's trying to contain his grunts to a minimum, when your noises start to fill the air he brings his palm down hard against your ass, making you jerk away, burying your face in the sheets below with a whine.

“Giving you exactly what you want, and you still can't keep that pretty mouth shut?” He hisses, grinding his hips slowly, to properly scold you. “Feels too good, huh, honey?”

You merely mewl and nod, before another smack echoes around the room, his palm smoothing soothingly over your reddened cheek.

“I asked you a question, honey.” His voice is lazy, dripping sugary sweet condescension.

“Yes, Steve, mmph— it— you feel so, so good.” Finally able to mumble out a coherent sentence.

He smirks, letting a hand slide down the length of your spine, fingers coming up to tangle in the hair at the back of your head before hauling you up, back flush against his sweaty chest.

Winding his arm around your midsection, the other detangles from your hair to cover your mouth as he places a soft kiss to your temple before his hips snap harshly, the new angle making you cry out, but it's muffled with his palm securely placed over your lips.

“Gotta be quiet, remember honey?” He huffs, breath hot against your neck, unrelenting in his conquest to see your demise.

You grip his forearm, nails digging crescents into his skin, hanging on for dear life. Each outward stroke and upward thrust, punching the air from your lungs as your eyes roll back, suddenly careening you toward the edge of oblivion.

His hand helps stifle your moans, blunt fingertips digging into the apple of your cheek, but you can't help the involuntary sounds that continue to slip out.

“Fuck, y—you feel good.” He stutters out, right in your ear. “Pussy feels like it was made f’me. Mmmm. Gripping me so fuckin' tight.”

The hand around your waist starts drifting south, coming to caress your mound momentarily before delving between your folds finding your puffy, neglected clit with expert ease, drawing swift circles against you causing your cunt to constrict around him sending another wave of arousal flooding out, soaking his balls and dripping down your thighs.

“That's it, honey. I promise we'll get there this time.” His cocky demeanor was doing it for you. You'd never seen this side of Steve, taking control, fucking you better than anyone ever had.

“You're going to cum on my cock while I stuff this cunt full.” You whined out at his words, high pitched against his palm. “That's what you want, huh? Fill you up and make it stick? F—fuck I think I'm close.”

You try to nod, letting him know you were too.

The heat that had been simmering for the last hour in your abdomen was finally reaching a boiling point. Pressure was building, as he continued to pound into you, his cock hitting at just the right angle.

Your grip on his forearm tightened, fingernails beginning to draw blood, but he didn't show any signs of distress, never ceasing his movements solely focused on you and the way you felt around him.

You close your eyes, as the flames begin to lick up your spine, spreading further and growing hotter. It was an all-consuming pleasure, your cunt begging for release, begging for his release.

Whatever this pollen had done to the both of you, it was clear it had a driving force with one thing in mind. Procreation. Unsatisfied and unsatiated until you were bursting full of his life giving fluid.

You're finally able to pry his hand away from you to let out one more breathy plea.

“Cum in me, Steve. I— I can't cum, I need you.” Your voice was low and raspy, but he heard you loud and clear.

He fully removed his hand, suddenly pushing you forward. Too weak to fight, your body fell onto the mattress with a small groan as he quickly withdrew himself and manhandled you around to lay on your back.

No matter what this pollen had done to him. He was still Steve deep down and he could never imagine not looking at your beautiful face as you fell apart for the first time. All for him.

He slips off the bed momentarily, picking something up from the floor before crawling back between your legs.

“I'm sorry, honey. You can't stay quiet.” He whispers.

“Wh—,” your question was cut off when he stuffs your filthy panties past your lips for a makeshift gag, kissing your forehead before grabbing the backs of your knees, practically folding you in half.

His palms push you down and hold your thighs open for him as he ruts his cock up through your folds, the tip grazing your clit before catching at your entrance. His head tips down to watch himself slowly disappear into your tight heat.

Your head flies back, feeling every ridge and vein upon his deliberate reentrance, fisting the sheets beneath you as muffled cries echo across the room. He pauses to take delight in the way your face is screwed up with pleasure as he buries himself to the hilt, suddenly wishing he could hear all the pretty sounds you were making unhindered.

He starts to move again, eyes drifting back down to where the two of you connected to watch himself plunge in and out of your soaked pussy, seemingly mesmerized by the way your greedy hole takes him so well but he tears his eyes away when he hears a pained whimper from you, pausing to search your face.

Your eyes were closed, tears flowing down the side of your face, feeling anything but pain as you looked up at him, eyes glazed over, begging him to continue.

Suddenly twitching at the thought of his impending release, he grinds his hips back into yours. The wiry thatch of hair at the base of his cock catching your clit just right, wrenching another moan from you as you nod at him to keep going.

He starts to thrust again but can tell he's close as his balls begin to draw up, and lower stomach tightens. Skin to skin doesn't seem to be enough when there's a sudden overwhelming need to be closer. He wants to crawl under your skin and embed himself there.

He releases the hold on your legs, letting them ease back to the bed as he drapes himself over you, caging you in. The hair on his chest grazes your nipples with each thrust only adding to your sensations as your hands find purchase on his back.

Holding himself up on one elbow his palm finds your breast, pressing and kneading before his mouth finds the other, sucking a little harshly leaving the top of your chest with a dark reminder as your body arches upward, craving more. His tongue moves over your pebbled nipple before he latches on.

It suddenly feels like he's everywhere all at once. Hands roaming, mouth hot as his cock continues to carve its way into your guts.

He pops off momentarily, sensing a shift in you because he can feel it too.

“You gonna cum with me, honey?” You look up into his eyes, a black abyss. The familiar hazel irises are nowhere to be found. Your best friend now hell bent on ruining you for any other man.

You nod, with a muffled “mmhmm” hoping to God you can finally crest over the precipice.

“Wrap your legs around me.” He hums, hiking your thigh up his hip. Your brows marry with confusion because of the day's earlier blunder.

“It's ok.” He soothes your worry away, large hand gripping your ass as he continues to grind down.

You do as he says, wrapping them around his torso, locking your ankles at the base of his spine. He winces only once before focusing all his concentration on pumping in and out, in and out. Making sure to tilt his pelvis on the upward thrust, simultaneously stimulating that spot deep within you and brushing your clit.

This was it. Fading embers reignited as flames slowly fanned across your lower abdomen. Your brain is all but mush, yearning for a release that only he can provide.

“I'm close.” He hisses out with a grunt, burying his head into your neck. His breath fans hot across you as he starts to whine and mutter. “M’gonna fill this pussy full. F–fuck my goddamn load so far into you. Mmpmh, is that– that’s what you want?”

A few more erratic thrusts before he pushes in so deep that his head is kissing the crown of your cervix. Your walls clamp down around him, holding him in place before his cock twitches and begins to spurt his release into your greedy womb.

Your body reacts suddenly, hot white heat floods your core with the hardest orgasm you've ever experienced. Everything around you seems to fade, as a blinding white light bursts behind your eyelids. Your cunt spasms around him, milking everything he had to give, he groans almost painfully but the sound seems so far away. If you weren't lying underneath him you would have sworn you could float away.

Your chests heave against one another as his body goes limp, crushing you in the best possible way. The lust fueled haze was extinguished with your release, leaving you tired and spent.

His softening dick kicks up a few more times making you whimper as your legs and arms fall away from him, utterly and completely exhausted.

You're pulled out of your blissful afterglow when he pulls your panties from your mouth. Humming as you close your mouth, dry and parched, smacking your lips together softly.

You still had your eyes closed, as his hand comes tp to caress your jaw, thumb running tenderly across the apple of your cheek as you both came down from your highs.

“You ok?” He asked timidly, as you nod with a “mmhmm.”

“I didn't hurt you, did I?” The sweet, caring best friend returning to his senses, as you reply a low “no.”

“Good.” He whispers back, pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth.

“Steve?” Managing to croak out, voice hoarse and rough.

“Hmmnh?” He manages, eyes fixated where the two of you were still connected, finally pulling his softening cock free, your mixed fluids flooding from your spent hole. He had the urge to shove it back in, but stopped himself.

“I was going to jump in first,” you whispered out, as his head shot up to look at you. You were completely dazed, on the verge of sleep.

“What?” He asked, easing himself back, eyes roving over your body littered with bruises and bitemarks. Proof that he hadn't experienced some sort of upside down drug induced hallucination.

“The lake.” You hummed. “Robin stopped me.” Yawning before continuing. “I would've jumped in first.”

“Yeah?” He asks, smiling softly to himself, easing beside you, brushing the loose strands of hair from your face. Spending a few more minutes tangled up in you, before the weight of reality would inevitably come crashing back down.

“Mmhmm. I'd go anywhere with you.” You confess, wrapping your arms around his middle as he pulls you into his chest. If he's being completely honest with himself, he's been in love with you for years. He would've jumped in head first if the tables were turned, he just didn't want anything to happen to you.

“I know, honey. I'd—,” a loud banging at the front door startling you both from your daydream, as he rose up ready for anything.

He hurried to get his clothes back on, throwing your bra and shirt up to you as he walked out into the hall leaving you to get dressed.

He could hear muffled voices behind the door. Your friends had circled back to find you.

Everyone stopped talking as soon as he threw open the door looking a little worse for wear.

“Oh thank God!” Robin was the first to speak, reaching out and grabbing his shoulders. “What the hell happened to you?”

“We're fine Rob,” Stepping back and letting them enter the small space, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “The bats chased us here, stuck around a while but we're fine.”

They were all chatting when you finally walked into the room clearing your throat as everyone whipped their heads around, eyes all going a little wide at your appearance.

Robin's gaze flitted your neck, as she sent you a knowing look, raising her eyebrows causing you to pull the collar of your shirt over the exposed skin as your cheeks heated.

“Seriously?!” She smacked Steve's arm, looking wide eyed back to him. “Down here? I mean, it's about time. You've only been dying to confess your feelings for wh—”

“Robin!” He hissed out, cutting off her rambling. “Stop!”

She slapped her hand over her mouth, looking over to your confused expression.

“Can uh, you guys give us a minute?” He asked, hands falling to his hips, as they all looked between each other before heading back out the door. Robin mouthed a “sorry” your way, shutting the door behind her.

“Feelings, huh?” Toeing at a small rock on the floor instead of meeting his gaze.

“Fuck. Well, yeah. It's you. How could I not?” He sighed. “But, we seriously don't ever have to talk about this again. Pretend it never happened and feelings aside, you're still my best friend.”

“What if I don't want to forget?” You bit the inside of your lip as your mouth curled into a shy grin. “And…” Taking a step toward him. “What if I told you I had feelings for you too?”

“Yeah?” He asked, reaching out to haul you in close, as you took another step.

“Yeah.” Your hands taking hold of Eddie's vest, curling into his chest. “And, once we get out of here, maybe we can try all of this again?” His face lit up, as you smiled at him. “Without the raging, horny sex pollen?”

You both huffed a laugh, relaxing into each other.

“Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that.” He nods, excitement blooming in his chest.

“C’mon handsome, let's get out of here.” Your hand found his, sending him a small giggle as you pulled him toward the door to rejoin your friends.

Despite the dismal cloud looming above he had a feeling that everything would work out this time.

Tagging a few mooties that might be interested (and please let me know if you don't want to be tagged!): @thecreelhouse @teen--marvel @bunnyhargrove @xxbimbobunnyxx

And also: @crybabyddl (since you asked!) 🙂

[r0-boat]

Hiii would you mind if I make a request :3

Soooo, I've been thinking, how would the 5 demon king's would react when their s/o or MC (she/her if it's possible, if not genderneutral is ok uwu) is ovulating and she is all needy but doesn't say anything~

Because these men are truly more feral, like Beel's always sniffing us and getting aroused by our smell, or Leviathan having some kind of rut/heat and getting all attached to MC; these boys are more wild and animalistic (don't know if it's the correct way to describe it haha)

Thank you if you accept my request :3

Actually obsessed with this Ask.👀

Natural Pheromones

Whb headcanons

Cw: scent kink, Breeding Kink, scientifically explaining in a porn game lol

summary: AFAB!reader is ovulating and the demons are acting weird

This is very interesting to me considering the fact that demons can't have offspring on their own with each other unless they pray to Lilith or something. But they can have offspring with humans so it makes me think

Since demons have better chances having offspring with humans, perhaps demons just evolved to react to what a human is ovulating.

Solomon was born male he doesn't have the same natural pheromones that AFAB has. Demons who had never been in the human world will never know why they start feeling such a magnetic pull to you.

Did you change your hair? Was it perhaps new clothes? Maybe a new lotion or perfume? because you smell slightly sweeter. And is it just them, but is your skin softer too?

Beel was the most affected by this change; He could practically find you from miles away. Uncharacteristically clinging to you as soon as he finds you. Burying his nose against your neck. You ask him "is there something wrong?" And he just matters that he misses you.

Levi has been taking up his aggressive antics a notch because he's too stubborn for you to find out that he has been jerking his cock ever since you stepped foot in his castle. You have been driving him and his devil's crazy, and he hasn't had the foggiest idea why.

Lucifer has been having a little baby fever of his own since you visited. He wants to know what the child between the child of man and fallen angel would look like.

Mammon is in fucking rut, And no matter how much he fucks you, it's not enough. Draining his balls leaving him still unsatisfied.

Satan is starting to become a resource-guarding dog.

Devils will not leave you alone!! Sure you've been always surrounded by devils but this time you draw crowds, And if it isn't for the kings always around you these devils will be bang and brushing themselves against you desperate for your attention.

[jayden-writes]

fragile

pairing: Lucifer x gn!Reader

wordcount: ~1.5k

genre: hurt/comfort, angst

cw: descriptions of an injury (sprained ankle)

summary: When you sprain your ankle, Lucifer doesn't appreciate your attempt at hiding it.

other notes: no name, Y/N or MC used // based on this drawing by @sbmlamb // AO3 // thanks again to @gravedwe11er for helping me so much with this fic!

There was no doubt in your mind that you must have been the clumsiest being in all three realms. Twisting your ankle because you simply tried to keep up with the long strides of a demon? How utterly embarrassing.

Gritting your teeth, you kept following the brother that was escorting you back to the House of Lamentation today - Satan. It seemed as though he hadn't noticed the way you were falling behind or your minor accident at all, being too engrossed in his rant about something Lucifer had done.

Despite the mixture of pain and numbness radiating up your lower leg, you managed to catch up with him, maintaining a mostly normal expression and a steady gait. Turning his head towards you, the anger drained from his features as he observed you. He took in your carefully masked suffering and how your shoulders were heaving with the effort it had required to get back to him.

“I'm sorry,” he said, slowing his pace and giving you a worried glance, “I hadn’t realized that I was too fast for you. Are you alright? It looks like you’re in pain.”

Cursing yourself internally, you racked your brain for a believable excuse.

“I… uhm… I just have a stitch in my side. No big deal,” you explained, shooting him a reassuring smile.

Satan nodded and visibly relaxed at your words, returning his attention to the path. From that point on, the walk back was spent in comfortable stillness with him occasionally glancing at you. When you reached the mansion and entered, you exhaled a quiet sigh of relief and waved goodbye, heading straight for your room as quickly as you could without putting too much weight on your foot while still walking normally. Finally inside your own space, you hobbled towards your bed, sitting down to take off your shoe and sock, which jostled your ankle, and caused you to hiss in agony. Once it was bare, your eyes widened at the sight of it swollen and bruised.

“Fuck…” you muttered and attempted to move it, which only made the pain worse.

Suddenly, there were knocks on your door, startling you.

“Oi! It’s your turn to make dinner!” called Mammon’s voice out from the other side. Right. Of course. You had completely forgotten about that.

“Give me a moment!” you yelled back and you heard him disappear again.

Sighing, you removed the second shoe too, and slipped into a pair that had a looser fit to reduce the pressure on your foot. Then you limped towards the doorway, biting your tongue to stifle the pained whimpers threatening to escape you, and opened it. Peering outside, you looked to your left and right, checking whether someone was around. Satisfied at not seeing anybody, you stepped out and silently shut the door behind you. Making your way to the kitchen, you put as little strain as possible on the ankle.

Aside from being embarrassed about your clumsiness, you also didn’t want them to worry about you or for them to start treating you as if you were a fragile thing. You weren’t. You really weren’t. You were a human and they were demons. Surely, you would be able to handle this just fine on your own, and wouldn't have to rely on one of the brothers.

It took you almost twice as long as usual to get to the kitchen, but once you did, you immediately started gathering all of the supplies you needed to prepare the meal. Still, you stayed vigilant, closely listening for any noises so you’d know when to stop limping.

What you hadn’t accounted for, however, was the practiced silence of Lucifer’s steps. You didn’t hear him arrive, rather, you felt his presence, the way his crimson gaze burned into your back. It made the hairs on your neck stand up and you whipped around to see him leaning against the doorframe, his eyes narrowed and fixed on you.

“And what exactly,” he drawled, pushing himself off the frame to saunter towards you, “do you think you’re doing?”

“Cooking dinner…?” you replied hesitantly, although it sounded more like a question than an answer. His tall figure loomed over you, and you tried your best to maintain a casual position that kept your weight off your foot.

“Is that so?” he hummed thoughtfully, scrutinizing you. “What made you think that this was a good idea in your current state?”

“Huh? Come again?”

“You are hurt, are you not?” Lucifer’s voice was calm and collected, in contrast to the displeasure evident on his face.

“I’m not, I’m totally fi-” you began, only to be cut off by him saying your name sharply.

“Do not take me for a fool. Answer me. What made you think walking around with an injury was a good idea?”

“It’s my turn to cook dinner…” was your meek reply, and he simply sighed deeply.

“Seriously. You are incorrigible. I can’t believe you sometimes. Sit down. Now.”

Reluctantly, you obeyed him. He kneeled in front of you, reaching for your ankle, and pulled the shoe off with careful motions that betrayed the ire he was exuding.

“It’s just a bit twisted. I’m sure it’ll be fine by tomorrow, there’s no need to make a big deal out of this,” you mumbled, grimacing as you watched your swollen and bruised foot become visible again.

“Twisted, you say?” Lucifer echoed, his gloved fingers delicately grasping your injured body part as he examined it. At first, it was painful, but soon a soft glow emanated from his hands, providing a cooling sensation that dulled the ache. “It is not twisted. You sprained it, if not worse.”

“Oh…” you responded quietly. “Well, that’s not good, I guess?”

“Not good…” he repeated, shaking his head in disbelief. “That certainly is one way to say it. Especially considering that you have foolishly decided to keep straining it.”

Standing back up, he hooked one arm underneath your knees, wrapping the other around your back to lift you up. Your brain short-circuited for a moment as you were held against Lucifer’s chest. He was already halfway to your room when you managed to recover yourself and glanced up at his face to study his stern expression. Red eyes darted down to meet yours, and you flinched internally at the combination of anger and disappointment swirling in them, swiftly averting your gaze. Once he had entered, he placed you on the bed and made sure to elevate your ankle, then he turned to leave.

“Stay here and do not move. I will return soon,” he said gruffly, and with that, he was gone, leaving you alone. Defeated, you let your head sink into the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Eventually, the door handle was being pushed downwards, and heels clicked across the floor as Lucifer approached you, pulling up a chair to sit on.

“I will perform a quick diagnostic spell. It may cause an odd feeling, just bear with it for a minute,” he informed you matter-of-factly, and you gave an affirming hum, only briefly glancing at him to catch a glimpse of first-aid materials before looking away again. Mumbling some words under his breath, he grazed his fingertips over the swollen flesh, the leather of his gloves barely touching your skin. It was silent for a while and your foot prickled until he withdrew his touch.

“You are lucky. Nothing is broken, however, one of the ligaments is partially torn,” Lucifer explained plainly. “You will have to stay in bed and rest for at least a week.”

“A week?!” you exclaimed indignantly, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him. “You can’t be serious! What about RAD? I have a presentation in two days!”

He huffed in annoyance and shot you a glare, taking out bandages.

“You have two options: either you will stay in bed voluntarily or I will have you tied to it. So, what shall it be, hm?”

Without offering a response, you sank back into the bed.

“Good. I’m glad you’re finally being reasonable,” he grumbled and started wrapping your ankle up carefully.

Turning your head away from him, you clenched your jaw tightly when the pain that he had dulled earlier with whatever spell he had used resurfaced temporarily. Lucifer heaved a faint sigh as he took note of your stubborn stillness and your tense posture. As soon as he was done, he put a cold compress on your ankle and sat on the bed next to you, the mattress sinking under his weight. He spoke your name; you didn’t respond.

“Come on now,” he whispered, his voice much gentler now, and he stroked a hand over your hair, “I am simply looking out for you, you know that, right? You are far too reckless with your health.”

“You’re one to talk,” you retorted, and pouted, but you turned your gaze back towards him, observing his softened expression as he hovered over you.

“Don’t deflect,” he chuckled, and cupped your cheek, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I will make up for it, alright? I am going to keep you company. Does that sound agreeable to you?”

“Fine…” you breathed.

“That’s my good human,” Lucifer cooed, tilting your face up to brush his lips against yours. “Now, rest.”

[wihellib]

Mammon was voted #1 in the Favourite H Scene poll here. Not really surprising. His H scene was quite good. Satan was 2nd and Foras was 3rd. I am surprised by Foras. I think there might be a bit of recency bias in this case.

Under the cut is my completely biased, quickly-written, kinda summarized opinions on each of the H scenes.

Satan

Satan staring at you without blinking while kissing and sleeping still throws me off.

I like that Satan reassures you that he’s doesn’t just like you because you’re the descendant of Solomon.

I don’t like hair pulling or strangulation, so not very fond of this scene, even though I like Satan a lot.

The CG is nice. I like how he’s grinning and the glow of his eyes.

Only features a little bit of spanking even though that’s his kink.

It’s mentioned that we’re feeling the pleasure that Satan’s feeling. This is done in several scenes. I’ve never liked it. It feels like a cop out.

The scene ends abruptly with you blacking out. I much prefer when there a bit of follow up/pillow talk afterwards.

Sitri

Sitri gives you tea to calm your nerves that makes your heart beat a lot faster and louder because of the caffeine… but I don’t think caffeine works to this extent, so creative liberty I guess.

His kink, hearing heartbeats, features prominently in this scene. Keeping his head near your chest, mouth on your chest, feeling your heartbeat through your intimate connection, and moving in time with your heartbeat.

You’re feeling turned on because he’s turned on, similar to Satan’s scene, still not a fan.

You feel more aroused as your heart beats faster and you think it might explode… I don’t see what’s arousing about that.

CG was good again. I liked that he’s showing a lot more emotion than his normal sprite usually does.

He calls you Solomon throughout, which is annoying, but does call you by your real name at the very end (the only time he’s done so).

Some pillow talk at the end which is nice.

Zagan

Zagan blushes and turns away when he sees your naked body, which is cute.

He’s quiet like usual, but does speak when you ask him why he wanted to help you, and says he wanted to do it with you and give you devils energy, while blushing. Very cute.

You get to take a bit more of a lead, be a bit more assertive, in this one, you’re not just manhandled around, which is refreshing.

I like that he seems to have a praise kink.

He tries to increase his muscle use, get a better workout, increase movement, which is his kink, which arouses him more, which arouses you. Fine whatever.

The CG is fine. Your foot looks wonky with its finger-like toes but Zagan looks good.

Some pillow talk again. Zagan has been mostly silent, but does say it was a good workout and he wants to do it again at the end.

Leraye

Leraye is completely overwhelmed by pleasure from hearing thunder, which is his kink. He basically tackles you onto the bed and glues himself on top of you.

I’m pretty sure this is the first time one of them play with your genitals during foreplay.

You are getting aroused from the thunder too, so we’re keeping the trend of whatever the guy likes you also like inexplicably.

MC comments he’s more like a growling wolf and not his golden retriever self.

I really like this CG. He’s completely on top of you, pressing you down on your stomach, while covering your eyes and biting your neck. His presence is overwhelming.

The thunder goes away and Leraye comes back to his senses. He’s so happy that it wasn’t a dream, smiling, lays down next to you, wishes you good dreams and kisses your forehead. I very much like this wind-down to the scene.

Paimon

We go to Paimon’s room instead of ours for this scene, which is a nice change of pace. His room is full of mirrors, which feature heavily in this scene. His kink, which is blood, isn’t included at all.

We’re also not naked right at the very start, which I much prefer. I like the undressing phase.

Paimon rubs your genitals and forces you to look at what he’s doing to you in the mirror, which he continues throughout the scene. I was surprised how dominant Paimon was in this scene, but I wasn’t against it.

Paimon says he loves pretty things and looking at pretty things from multiple angles. He says that you’re pretty and a devilish human.

He makes you brace your hands against a wall mirror and stuffs your shirt in your mouth.

The CG is good. For the first time we are shown a different angle than us on a bed. Paimon’s face seems a little off to me, but overall it’s good.

Paimon throws the mirror on the ground, so you’re forced to look at a different, more revealing angle.

Just a little bit of pillow talk. Paimon kisses us and tell us to come him when we want to play more.

Mammon

Back in Minhyeok’s room unfortunately. Mammon comes out swinging by immediately commenting on how skilled we look in accepting devil’s energy.

Mammon says that it was obvious since he first met you that he had to have you, but he also realized that he would just be one of many that would try that tactic. So, he decided to do something he’s never done before and let you have him. You will be his first master. He also reveals that he wasn’t as close to Solomon as the other Kings. You ask if he only likes you because you’re the descendant of Solomon and he replies that he just fell in love with you at first sight. This affection is clear throughout this scene, which increases its rank a lot for me.

Mammon’s kink is all about bottoms, and this scene reflects that. You’re both grabbing each other’s butts and getting more aroused.

Mammon picks you up and holds yours buttcheeks open while you wrap your arms around his neck. I like that Mammon is showing off his strength here.

I do wish that they had spent some time on Mammon using his fingers or tongue to prep you to take him. He is very large, evident by the fact that your first thought when he entered you was, ‘I am going to die’, so it would have been nice to see him care about making sure he doesn’t hurt you. He does hold himself still at first to let you adjust, but I still would have liked some prep beforehand.

The CG is good. No complaints.

Mammon flips you around, so you’re in a standing 69 position, showing off his strength again, and you give each other oral.

Longer pillow talk. He lays you on top of him, it was very nice.

Bimet

Bimet changes his tune about you real quick when Mammon declares you to be his master. He kneels before you and informs you that you became the being that arouses him the most with that declaration. He cannot covet Mammon, but now he can covet you, the only one who owns Mammon, and he is ecstatic about that. He wants to serve you. Bimet’s kink is wealthy people and you’re the wealthiest of all.

I do not like Bimet and I do not like his reasons for favouring you. It is shallow and fragile. He would be back to contempt for you the moment Mammon lost interest. I’m not a big fan of this H scene simply because I don’t like Bimet.

He licks your toes, which no thank you. He does oral on you and puts his conniving tongue to good use.

CG is good. I like how wet his mouth is because of you.

Some pillow talk. He gives you the first thing he truly owned himself, a coin from Solomon, and tells you to give it back to him if you choose him. I would have preferred if the first thing he owned wasn’t from Solomon.

Belial

You go to wrap your naked body in a blanket like you usually do, but Belial stops you and says you’ll end up taking it off anyways. The immediate assertiveness was surprising but interesting.

Because of his throat injury, Belial talks very little and Jjyu is not there to help him, so he communicates with you by writing on your naked body, which is his kink. It is a very good, intimate solution. He writes lots all over your body while fingering you.

You are against the wall, facing Belial, while he penetrates and writes adorations on you.

The CG shows that everything he’s written is glowing red on you. It’s a nice picture, but I could have done without him licking your armpit. I think I would have preferred a kiss in the lips instead.

Some pillow talk, you fall asleep with him inside of you.

Valefor

We have moved on from Minhyeok’s room, which is great. I felt it was much too restrictive, and caused repetitiveness.

Valefor reassures you and you tell him he is kind and reminds you of Mammon, which he approves of. When you see that he likes it, you lean more into the comparisons. Valefor is turned on by being compared to Mammon because he respects him greatly. You talk about Mammon a lot, but I wish it was a bit less, because this is supposed to be Valefor’s moment, not Mammon’s. His kink is supposed to be hearing explicit narratives, so I don’t think this really relates to it.

Valefor praises you for how well you know how to please a devil. And tells you to run away if you want to only know him as the kind relaxed Valefor.

Then we start going into exhibitionism territory, with him leading you to the closed door, where Bimet is just outside keeping watch. This is also not his kink.

Bimet leaves to check something, so Valefor increases the risk factor and opens the door while you’re both naked and penetrates you.

The CG is fine. The way you and he are positioned are a bit odd. It’s hard to tell whose body part is whose.

Valefor basically taunts you asking where Bimet is, then puts you in an even more embarrassing position.

Some pillow talk. He lifts you up, kisses your forehead, and you admire his chest.

Leviathan

Levi decides to give you devil energy even though he doesn’t like you. He hangs you and insults Minhyeok in an effort to make you mad so you hurt him, which will arouse him. So that’s what happens.

The CG is my least favourite of all of them. You start stomping on his lap and dick. Your toes are oddly long again and you have an oddly muscled thigh. Levi is not even naked. This is the only CG that doesn’t take place during some sort of penetration.

You straddle him and start strangling him and enough clothes have been taken off at this point that he penetrates you.

Then you kissed him for so long that you were both feeling oxygen deprived. He is in awe that you showed him there’s another way to suffocate. He thinks you’re talented. Only very little pillow talk.

I don’t like Levi. The way he acts and talks to you. I don’t like it at all. I also don’t like breath control, his kink, or anything to do with strangulation/choking, or beating people up. So this H scene was not for me at all.

Glasyalabolas

Glasy’s kink is necrophilia, and they include his kink in the H scene by making you as limp as a corpse after kissing him. Oh boy. I’m not fond of Glasy and I don’t like the idea of not being in control of yourself and unable to move at all. So this scene ranks very low for me.

He licks your toes, not a fan. He plays with your chest and nipples. He spreads you open and just stares, then performs oral on you, while keeping you spread open.

He makes your limp hand jerk him off, then uses your slack mouth. This is the second time you performed oral on a demon. This is what the CG shows, though I would have preferred if they picked something else.

Then he manhandles you into position to penetrate you. He cums inside you. Then he moves to your throat again and comes there too. This is the first time the guy has come twice in an H scene.

There is pillow talk. He wraps you in his cape, holds you and kisses you as the limpness wears off. He tells you he’ll fetch you when you die, but it’s good you’re alive now.

Foras

You realize you need devils energy, but none are around you right now, so you start masturbating. You hear the door open, but don’t see anyone. Foras is invisible, which plays into his kink.

He starts playing with your genitals while invisible. You realize who he is and call out to him, but he ignores you.

Finally he tells you to take off your clothes, pose embarrassingly, and just sit there in silence while he watches while still invisible. The dominance he’s displaying is unexpected, but fine.

Foras puts his dick near your mouth and you suck him off.

He penetrates you, again while all the while being invisible, so it looks like you’re being fucked by a ghost.

The CG could be better. His expression looks a little wonky and you’re clothed in it even though you’re supposed to be naked.

Foras informs you that he was there for every H scene. He really liked that you never noticed him.

He doesn’t let you see him afterwards, which I think he should have. He gets your permission to keep watching you having sex. Then he inexplicably cums on your face after you fall asleep. No thank you sir. And for some reason you don’t even comment on it after you wake up.

Overall

I liked Leraye, Mammon, Belial, Zagan, Paimon, and Valefor H Scenes the most.

[belphegorey]

⌜torture, leviathan⌟ no crime should go unpunished ships ⎯⎯ leviathan x afab!reader tropes ⎯⎯ masturbation [reader], cum, orgasms, squirting, polyamory, referenced unprotected sex, pact marks, perv levi ofc

First deep breath. Second. Third. Leviathan couldn’t stop his stare at the tub he called bed. Collected pillows, blankets and plushies that should be void of body warmth; all sat beneath your naked body. His cheeks were pink, scratching at the back of his neck he was frozen. A sly grin blessed him as you lifted a leg, resting your foot on the side of the tub. Glistening wet. Leviathan gulped and avoided eye contact. 

Fourth deep breath. You wanted to giggle at how he reacted. Sweet Leviathan, your shy pervert. Did he think he could just steal your underwear and get away with it? You slid your middle finger down your cunt, shivering in delight. He tried not to look at you. You could still see the orange light burning through his fingers. With two fingers, you spread your lips to let him observe more. Slick cum fell down your skin and gathered on the blanket beneath you. You were sure it wasn’t the first time cum slipped onto it. 

What was that? Leviathan did his best to hide from your naked body. He held hands to his face and everything! But, the glimpse of white cream slipping out of your pussy made him pause. It wasn’t… it couldn’t be! You wouldn’t do that! 

But you did. He could smell Mammon all over you. 

Fifth deep breath. “You don’t mind me being in here tonight, right? My room’s out of commission since Belphie and Satan thought it was the best hiding place for a troll.” You smiled and slipped a finger into your hole. Leftover cum made you squelch. Leviathan’s eye twitched behind his hands, you felt euphoric as the bulge of his tail lifted from his pants. “Sorry, I don’t have my clothes on. I just couldn’t find any of my underwear and then Asmo stole my pyjamas. Beel gave me his shirt to wear tonight so don’t worry!”

No. No. No no no. No no no no no no no no. Leviathan panted when you moaned over your thrusting finger. He abandoned trying to not watch. He couldn’t help it! You spoke absolute torture and your body whispered more. Beel’sshirt. Mammon’s cum. Why couldn’t you ask him? 

Levi would have done his absolute best to make you cum for him! He was the one who got all the best endings in his hentai games. He was the one you spoke with every night! He could have given you clothing to wear! He would give you everything in his wardrobe! What did they have to get to you first? Levi wanted you more. He craved you. 

His jealousy and frustration morphed into a soft whimper. You cooed at him and slipped another finger inside of you, scissoring them. Your other hand went to your mouth, thumb tugging on your lips. His blush only grew darker, but at least you properly had his attention. “Sorry about this, by the way,” you let your hand fall to your breast, pinching your nipple with a broken moan of bliss, “Mammon and I had a little fun together and I just think this is the best way to get all his cum out. You don’t mind, right?”

Sixth. Seventh. Eighth deep breath. You exaggerated your moan when he began to stammer in response. The tail you loved wrapped down his thigh tightly, the tip swaying in an attempt to touch you. Had it been another day, you would have eagerly let it. No! You reminded yourself it was a punishment for his thievery.

“I always find it easy to do,” you sighed and lifted your other leg to the lip of the tub. More slick spilled down your ass and onto the blanket, “I just need to think of Lucifer. Sometimes I just imagine getting on my knees for him while he is doing some paperwork at his desk. It’s so hot… maybe he would pull on my hair and make me take all of him,” you dramatically moaned again, bucking your hips into the air. Leviathan looked like a mess, his left eye twitched and his hands squeezed the top of his tail. 

He couldn’t help but picture it. Why did it have to be Lucifer? Levi was always at his desk, there was enough room for you! Yes, he could practically feel your tongue circling his tip and making him moan. He could pull on your hair too! Harder than Lucifer would!

Okay — maybe not harder but he would do it with a lot more enthusiasm! 

His lip wobbled beneath his teeth, you were writhing in his tub. Your body curled and your smile made way for blissful moans. Mammon’s cum kept slipping between your fingers and gathering on your knuckles. Did you even care? Did you like it?

Leviathan knew you did, it made him scream internally. Stupid Mammon. Stupid Beel. Stupid Lucifer. He wanted you most, not them! His mind wandered down a dark path: did you touch them? Did your soft hands scratch down Mammon’s back while he fucked you? Did your sweet lips mutter praise and ‘thank you’s’ to Beel when he gave you a shirt? Did — he nearly cried at the thought — did Lucifer think of you in the same ways?

Ninth deep breath. You were so close, and yet Leviathan hadn’t cracked? He kept staring at you, drool gathering in the corner of his lips. You were desperate to have him cry for your touch, his tail to slip between your folds and replace your fingers. Levi hadn’t even said a word! You knew the plan was working, but you still craved more of a reaction. You internally reminded yourself again that it was intentional torture. 

Your thighs shook and you whimpered into the room. Levi copied the noise as he tugged on his tail. You couldn’t stop staring at him. He was so cute like this. Desperate, needy — so perfect. You didn’t think you would enjoy torturing him as much as you have. You would need to do it again and again. Maybe you could plant the stolen panties next time. 

The finishing touches were in place. You curled your fingers and came with a cry; “Lucifer!” Even behind closed eyes, you knew that Levi was an envious spectacle. He didn’t need to know that all you were thinking of was grinding down on his cock until he came in his pants like a good boy. 

You squirted with a soft moan, body trembling from the sensations. It sprayed on his blanket along with the rest of Mammon’s cum. You revelled in how he watched you. Cum dropped on your hand and fingers, you were quick to stare him in the eyes and lick them clean. 

Leviathan was dead. That was what it had to be. He had ascended to heaven. Your eyes, pink from lust, bore in his own and your tongue dipped out to collect cut from your fingers. It pooled on the curve of your tongue, you swallowed it with an innocent smile. “Sorry,” you giggled, “I’ll wash the blankets in the morning for you.”

Tenth deep breath and the final nail in his coffin was aligned. “My darling human,” Asmo sang the words as he sauntered into Levi’s bedroom. He did well at ignoring your naked body and the bulge in Levi’s pants, as you had told him to do. Who better to help you torture someone? “I got some friends to fix your room up already! They even added in some alterations I requested! Let me show you!” 

His hand helped pull you from the tub and you smiled at him gratefully. It was good Leviathan was too lost in his mind to comment on the horrid acting between you both. Asmo’s own excitement regarding the lustful situation ruined his usual talent for theatrics. Yours was far worse if you were honest. 

“You did that for little ole me? Thank you, baby,” the deepest of kisses between you and Asmo hammered that nail in place. You could feel the burning of envy from his pact mark on your skin. “How about we go and I thank you properly?” You both walked out of the room, you could see your pyjamas folded in the hallway ready for you to wear. Asmo left first, you stopped in the doorway to tease your demon one more time. 

“You —” he started to speak.

Quickly you giggled, playfully swatting away at the hands on your waist. “Thanks anyways, Levi, but I think I’ll stay with Asmo tonight.”

© belphegorey 2024 ⌜18+ banner from @/cafekitsune thank you <3⌟

notes ⎯⎯ i have not slept but this was an idea that i liked hehe, perv levi for the win. lemme know if you want a part 2 cause i have an idea about levi getting some revenge… 👀

[sparkbeast20]

Don't take things for granted

The halls of the palaces of Hades was silences, as if there wasn't a single soul living in this well kept palace. However, tonight rare sound of foot steps echoes eerily through these halls as Leviathan, the king of Hades and the sin of envy walks down the halls of his palaces.

Oh these rare nights, Leviathan instead of taking the quicker route from his office to his bedroom, he took the longer path to his bedroom. Cause in this path, is where he can pass by the human's room.

His nobles notice this sudden habit that their majesty has been doing, however they dare not mention this. Cause it was clear that their majesty was doing this to check on the human staying with them here in Hades.

Often Leviathan will order some of them to take the human from Gehenna so they can test the human's power that they "inherited" from long past friend of the devils... Well some at least.

Leviathan feels conflicted at times whenever he takes the long path to his bedroom. On one hand, he doesn't need to check on you, because he doesn't care... however in the back of his mind, he knows that you are a fragile human in hell. If weren't for the tests and training you've been doing with Solomon's power, you will still be a helpless human and a world of devils and angels... beings that can kill you and-

Leviathan clicked his tongue at annoyance of that thought. Why does he care? He's only keeping you alive cause you agreed to help them protect hell. Nothing more.

He won't hesitant to kill you, if he sees even just 1% chance that you are a threat. Nothing would have been lost if he kills you.

Is not like he hasn't seen Satan's Wrath or Mammon's fury-

Suddenly, Leviathan stopped dead on his track... He can senses a presences in his palace. A strong presences that can rival his power.

Fury filled his eyes as he start walking, but he quicken his pace as if he is practically running.

He can feel that he is getting closer to the unknown presences, but it didn't calm his nerve. Cause he knew where the intruder is.

Made it to his destination, your room.

He scowled for a second before opening the door to your room with all his force, slamming the doors open.

"Shh~ You're going to wake them" Leviathan was not please seeing who is siting on the edge of your bed, gently caressing your neck, and brushed some of your hair off your sleeping face.

"What are you doing here Beelzebub" Leviathan said with a tone of annoyances

The other king was leaning close to you, almost as if he was ready to give you a kiss on your kiss when Leviathan asked. Only Beelzebub just glance at him before looking back at you.

"Just checking on MC" He casually said it as he caress your cheek.

Leviathan walk closer, angry in his eyes. Is bad enough that Beelzebub is in his region, but he is inside his palaces, in the room of his guest.

But deep down, he hates how Beelzebub refers to you by your name. That got to him more, than Beelzebub being here uninvited.

"How many times you'll hurt them" That made Leviathan stop dead on his track.

"How the hell did he just say?" Leviathan though. And quickly his face turned dark. "Rich coming from you." Leviathan spat those with a lace of venom.

That made Beelzebub pause before turning his head towards at Leviathan. The other king eyes widen slightly for a sec when he sees Beelzebub with a serious look on his face, before fade back to a darken look on his face.

"They're human Levi-"

"That doesn't concern you! You can barely run your region, so why are you concern about this human-"

"They are my concern Leviathan, if they die. We. Lose" Beelzebub looks at Beelzebub stood up, which made Leviathan involuntary took half a step back. Leviathan stare into Beelzebub's eyes. There he saw something that he saw only once, when Beelzebub killed a Seraph.

Often, the others forget that Beelzebub was the first of the kings who killed a Seraph, a accomplishment that Leviathan dreams of doing.

No one was sure what made Beelzebub killed a seraph, And only Beelzebub himself knows.

"If your concerned then stay by their side-"

"I wished that I could..." Beelzebub murmurers those words quietly, that surprise Leviathan.

There was silences for a good while, the two kings stood there looking at each other.

Suddenly shook his head to the side before flashing Leviathan a smirk before beginning to walk over to Leviathan, he stop when he was close enough to the other king and place a hand on his shoulder. He leans close to the other ear and whispered "I remember Solomon saying this... "don't take things for granted" or Something like that"

Before Leviathan could say anything, Beelzebub shattered into thousands and thousands of flies and flew around the room for a second before leaving through the window that open itself once the flies got near and closed itself.

A little baffled with what just happened. Leviathan face turn stoic once again before looking back at the bed where you were still sleeping.

He walked closer and saw that there was a dark bruise in shape of a rope around your neck. He stared of a second, reach out and gently grace his finger tips on your neck.

He then quietly leans down. slide his arms under your back and behind your knees and lift you up in his arms, bring you close. He looks down to see if he stirred you up, but you did the opposite you lean in close to his chest, and instinctually he brought you closer to him, he then proceed to walk out of the room with you in his arms.

He is planning to monitor you in his room. Nothing more.

Leviathan however, didn't realize that he was being watched by a fly on the wall, satisfied it flew out of the room when Leviathan left, and closed the door behind him.

[tkingfisher]

This is Lucky, with his lady Clotho. Lucky is a bantam Birchen Cochin, and Clotho was having a molt but we don’t mention that because chickens are sensitive about it. As you can see, they are small spherical borbs.

Now, Lucky is a perfect gentleman. His ladies love him, he never offers violence to chicks, he is resigned to Kevin picking him up and woogie-ing his wattles, and he was gracious to the ancient Rhode Island Red rooster that lived out his golden years in the same enclosure. (We have two, but they share a fence.)

Also his crow sounds like a kazoo solo.

But Lucky is also a bantam, which means that all the rage that lies in the heart of a rooster has been compressed into diamond-like ferocity. Case in point: we once had a fox going over the fence to grab hens. One day, the fox grabbed Lucky. We learned this when we found Lucky outside of his enclosure, covered in blood—only some of it his—and so hyped up on adrenaline that he immediately tried to fight Ninja, the top rooster, who immediately realized that he had pressing business under a rosebush.

We have not seen the fox or lost a hen since.

I tell you that story to tell you this one. Kevin has a very large Black Cochin named Pot Pie. He’s about three times Lucky’s size, and he doesn’t so much crow as roar like a T-Rex. He is huge. And every night, for months, he would go to the fence and flare his neck feathers out at Lucky—through the fence—going “If you were over here, I’d sit on you, little man,” to which Lucky would reply “Oh yeah? Come over HERE and say that.”* But they never leave their respective enclosures, because neither of them can fly for crap. Lucky because he’s too short to get over the fence and Pot Pie because he’s too heavy to get off the ground.

(Occasionally this standoff would end in someone trying to jump-kick the other one and getting tangled in the fence. I once had to sit for five minutes with a flashlight clenched in my teeth, untangling Lucky’s foot. But he is, as in said, a perfect gentleman and sat patiently while I did.)

Today, Kevin was on a work call and looked out the window just in time to see Pot Pie tearing across the yard at extraordinary velocity, pursued by a tiny wrathful rooster. Lucky must have found a gap in the fence at last, because he came over and immediately set about putting the fear of God into his giant nemesis.

When Kevin came outside to give everyone treats, Lucky was strutting around, calling the hens—there’s a little chuckle roosters do that means “Look, ladies, I found a treat!”—and surrounded by an admiring crowd of both bantam and full-size ladies.

Kevin escorts Lucky back to his own enclosure, where his own hens greet him as a conquering hero. He then searches for Pot Pie, and finally hears a THUD as the T-Rex jumps down from hiding inside the coop, pokes his head out, and is like “Is it safe? Is Satan gone?”

He did not go to the fence to threaten Lucky tonight. Pot Pie, as Kevin said, Found Out.

Meanwhile Ninja, far and away the most intelligent chicken on the property, decided it was another good day to spend some quality time under the rosebush.

*loosely translated from Rooster, a complex and idiomatic language consisting mostly of insults.

[hazbinshusk]

In everything you write, you characterize Blitzø so beautifully, I had to pass on the idea that came to me.

Blitzø with a partner who's very talented on missions, but just living their everyday life, they're actually very clumsy and he's so confused but also finds it so funny. Kiss prompt 34 or 21 🤷‍♀️❤️

interesting that you didn't go with the clumsy kiss prompt lol but this was really fun so here's...

prompt #34: a kiss after a bite

“My turn!” you call out with a grin, planting the head of the axe you’re wielding on the floor and using it to leverage yourself up to run along the wall. You do so just long enough to pass the bodies already bleeding out on the floor, planting both feet on the floor and spring-boarding towards the final target.

You swing in a high arch and bring the axe down hard, the blade sinking deep into the target’s back, right between the shoulder blades. You release the handle and land in a roll, neatly somersaulting a few feet and springing back up to stand.

The body met the floor behind you with a wet gurgling cry and a dull thump.

Tossing your hair back, you fix Blitzø with a bright grin. “Ta-da!”

The imp blinks as he takes in the performance, a fine spray of blood marking his face. A sharp-toothed grin grows over his features. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

You giggle, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek before turning to mosey back towards the body. You plant a foot on their back, jerking the axe back out of his spine. Blitzø follows you, and you grin as you feel him wind his arm around your waist and pull you back into him. His tail curls around the axe handle and pulls it out of your grip, and you turn in his grip to face him.

Your foot slips on the fresh blood pooling around your boots and you fall against his chest, your forehead knocking against his chin.

“Ow, fuck,” Blitzø sniggers as your grab at the lapels of his coat, slipping again as you try to right yourself properly. “Christ on a stick, you’re a fuckin’ mess.”

“Hey, I’m the one who—shit!” you slip again, and Blitzø’s laughter doubles. He rolls his eyes and bends down, hooking an arm under your knees and scoops you up into his arms.

“How can someone be so fuckin’ good in a fight when ya can’t even stand up, you clumsy bitch?”

“Shut the fuck—”

Blitzø cuts you off by kissing you, immediately sliding his tongue into your mouth. You moan lightly into the kiss, cupping his cheek in your hand, your thumb smearing the blood across his cheek. His claws tighten on the underside of your thigh and on your bicep, and you feel him shudder as your hand moves up to tease at the base of the spike at the back of his head.

Blitzø growls lowly into the kiss, and it turns to a hiss as your teeth sink into his lip.

“Ow! What the shit, you—”

You laugh, watching the fork of his tongue run along the place you’d bitten him. “That was for calling me ‘clumsy’.”

“Oh, yeah?” Blitzø smirks. “’n’ what are ya gonna do when I drop your tight ass?”

“You wouldn’t—” you yelp as he jerks his arms as though he’s going to drop you. You fling your arms around his neck in panic, and he cackles aloud. “Fucking dick!”

“Ooh, you promise?” he teases, and you brush your fingers over the crystal on his wrist. A portal opens up behind him, his office visible on the other side.

“Shut up and get me back to Hell, asshole.” you say, affectionate despite yourself. “And if you drop me, I swear to Satan I will—”

“Yeah, yeah,” he replies dismissively, bringing his face back to yours. “I get it.”

Blitzø kisses you again, deeply, walking the both of you back through the portal and into Hell.

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[devildom-moss]

November poll story - pt. 2

Denial - Mephistopheles

(Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (sub!Mephistopheles / dom!MC) (NSFW tags: denial; edging; ruined orgasm; no penetration; no orgasm; handjob; public why have I developed such an intense exhibitionist/risk of getting caught headcanon for him?; partially clothed Mephi, fully clothed reader; "good boy" for Mephisto he's such a good boy and I'll die on that hill)

(other tags: slight jealousy, slight angst, insecurity)

Word Count: +2,900

“Can I borrow you in the newspaper room, MC?” Mephisto nudged his way into your conversation with Satan about that mystery novel he had lent you last month.

“Not right now,” you dismissed him.

“I only need a few minutes of your time,” Mephisto insisted.

“But –”

“Go ahead,” Satan sighed, assuming you were declining on his behalf. “We can continue this later.”

“Excellent.” Mephisto placed a firm hand on your back and quickly pushed you towards the newspaper room as if he had been waiting for Satan’s approval to steal you away. Of course, that was because Mephisto assumed you wanted to go with him – and usually you did.

The second Mephisto stepped foot into the empty newspaper room, he shut the door and pushed your back against it. His lips pressed to yours in hungry, ravenous kisses. Those warm, gloved hands took hold of you by the back of your neck as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. A low growl left him, vibrating through you. The need was tangible. You could taste how much he craved you.

Yet, you pushed the starved demon back. Mephisto stared at you, breath ragged and eyes bewildered. “Again?”

You could hardly keep track of the number of times you had given Mephisto the slip over the last few weeks. If you had to take a guess, perhaps eight. Every time Mephisto tried to pull you into an empty classroom or the newspaper room when he knew no one would be there, you either refused to go with him or you pushed him away as quickly as he had gotten his hands and lips on you. It had grown frustrating. Just last month, you had five different secret rendezvouses throughout the campus – with no complaints, Mephisto would add. Not all of them ending in sex, but it was at least enough to satisfy his growing desire for you. Now, you scarcely let him kiss you before you provided a half-baked excuse as to why you needed to leave.

“I need to meet Solomon for –” you started with another excuse, trying to maneuver out of his grasp.

“No.” Mephisto boxed you in against the door, his arms planted firmly on either side of your body.

“Isn’t this a bit cliché: trapping me against the door?” You rolled your eyes at him.

“What’s up with you?” Mephisto huffed and inched closer to your face, searching your eyes for anything that would explain your sudden withdrawal.

~

The answer he was searching for was that this was, for the most part, a punishment of his own making. Three weeks ago, you overheard a conversation between Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Mephisto. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you had a report to drop off, and they were all chatting in the student council room when you heard your name leave Diavolo’s mouth.

“Are you friends with MC already, Mephistopheles?” Diavolo asked.

“I beg your pardon, My Lord?” Mephisto sounded like he had been caught off guard. You knew you shouldn’t have been listening from the hallway, but you were equal parts anxious, curious, and hoping not to embarrass anyone by showing up right as they were talking about you.

“You seem to have taken a liking to them, am I wrong?”

“I have to agree, Young Master,” Barbatos concurred. “I’ve spotted you two together on multiple occasions, Mephistopheles. Certainly, you must be on friendly terms by now.”

“Is that so?” Diavolo mused. “Have you noticed anything, Lucifer?”

“MC has not mentioned Mephisto once in my presence, although I have seen them together. Perhaps it’s one-sided, then.”

“I have absolutely no interest in that human!” Mephisto interjected – loud and adamant.

Your heart sank when those words left his mouth. Although you couldn’t fault him for trying to keep the details of your relationship a secret, there was something harsh and cruel about his denial. It was so extreme. He wouldn’t even say your name. He had reduced you down to “that human.”

“Oh?” Diavolo questioned him. “That’s a shame. I was hoping you would get along.”

“We aren’t enemies, My Lord!” Mephisto tried to course-correct. “We just aren’t that friendly, is all.”

You took a deep breath before entering the council room.

“Ah, MC! What brings you in?” Diavolo greeted you. At that, Mephisto turned to stare, his face flushed with shame and guilt.

~

“Are you suddenly worried about doing this in public? I’ve been careful to lock the doors. Or,” Mephisto paused self-consciously, “do you not want me anymore? Is that why you won’t touch me?”

“Is that really what you think?” You sighed and crossed your arms. You might as well be honest. “How would you react if someone asked how I felt about you, and I told them I had no interest in ‘that demon?’ That wouldn’t hurt you?”

Mephisto’s eyes widened. He had completely forgotten about that incident – after a few days of embarrassment that kept him up at night, of course. He was mortified by your sudden arrival at the time, as if your name alone could summon you, but he never imagined you had heard what he said – although seeing you had filled him with instant regret. Unfortunately, when that guilt and regret came rushing back, Mephisto became defensive. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, Lucifer. That human you’re all so fond of, well, I like them too now. Hope you enjoy more competition for their affection.’”

“That sounds exactly like something you would say.”

“And when has competing with Lucifer ever worked out for me, hm?” Mephisto ran his hand through his hair. “So, what, I tell him I want you, so he sinks his fucking claws in and takes you away from me? He hates to lose.”

“Fuck you.” His explanation irritated you. You understood that he was insecure, especially when Lucifer was involved, but Mephisto owed you more trust than that. By now, you thought you had proved that your feelings were not as fickle as he assumed them to be.

“Excuse me?” Mephisto furrowed his brows, surprised at your annoyance.

“Fuck. You,” you repeated.

Mephisto scoffed. “Yeah, that’s what I’ve been trying to get you to do for weeks.”

“Then get undressed.” You looked him up and down. “Now.”

“Really?” Enthusiasm bubbled up to the surface, and a grin bloomed on Mephisto’s face.

Mephisto yanked his jacket off and threw it over a nearby desk. His gloves, tie, and shirt quickly followed. Even your irritation with him couldn’t diminish the excitement you felt when watching him strip. Your resolution to avoid him had left you frustrated and wanting, too. Still, your lust didn’t nullify your anger, either.

When Mephisto put his hand on the side of your neck and tried to pull you in for a kiss, you pushed back on his bare chest to stop him. He was about to question your continued rejection of his advances when you leaned in to bite his neck. A soft whimper escaped him. With one hand still on your neck, Mephisto used the other to try to remove your jacket. His already clumsy efforts came to a halt when you traced over the newly-formed mark with your tongue and squeezed his upper thigh in your hand, massaging small circles into his leg with your thumb. Mephisto let out a soft, pleased moan and tightened his grip on your clothes.

You chuckled, tickling his neck with your breath. Your hand slid further up until you were palming him through his pants. Mephisto gasped and let go of your neck only to bury his face into your shoulder.

“Mm, fuck. I forgot how good your touch feels,” Mephisto whispered shakily against your skin. His stomach flexed as pleasure rose in him.

You kissed from his neck, along his collarbone, and down his chest, leaving Mephisto’s flushed face exposed to the empty room. The hand that clung to your shirt let go to hold the back of your head as you peppered his chest with kisses and soft licks. When you finally focused your attention on one of his nipples, biting it gently before sucking and swirling your tongue around it, the combined pleasure and anticipation left Mephisto whining. His free hand shot up over his mouth to muffle the sound.

Mephisto had always made a decent attempt to keep the noise down when you fooled around in public, despite being so noisy in bed. He enjoyed the risk, but he was usually so careful. You gave him one more soft lick before you pulled back slightly to look up at him. The back of his hand was pressed firmly against his lips, and his eyes were half lidded – with his long lashes further obscuring his eyes as he stared at you in a lust-filled daze. A deep blush stained his cheeks and ears.

“Are you more sensitive than usual?” you teased, feeling a twitch beneath your palm.

“It’s been a while. I’m pent up.” Mephisto admitted sheepishly. He pulled his hand away from his face, revealing a slick spot of drool on his skin.

Straightening your back, you leaned close to whisper in his ear: “good.”

You rubbed over his bulge a few more times before finally undoing his pants, dropping them around his thighs, and taking his cock out. He was so hard and had already started leaking precum into his underwear. Mephisto shivered and gasped when you used his precum to lube up your hand and tease his tip. Within a few strokes, Mephisto had made enough of a mess that you could forgo alternate forms of lube.

Watching his face twist in pleasure while he bit his lip, trying to hold his moans back, you pumped Mephisto’s cock and coated his entire length with his own slick fluids. His breath grew shallow, and the moans began to escape in short, muffled whines like the initial cracks in a dam. Mephisto’s legs trembled under him, threatening to give out. You used your free hand to support his back, but it wasn’t quite enough.

“Sit on the desk behind you,” you demanded, letting go of his dick to place your hand firmly above his pelvis and push him back towards the edge of the desk.

“But it’s not mine,” he protested weakly. When had that ever stopped him before? Although, now that you thought about it, whenever you fucked in the newspaper room, it was usually up against a wall when his body could handle it, or at his own desk. It was almost cute that he respected other members of the newspaper club enough to try not to make a mess on their desks.

“Do it anyway,” you whispered in his ear. “Or would you rather hold onto your cane instead of me?”

You could have supported him more, or dragged him over to his desk, but you wanted to push him – test his desperation. You removed your hand from his back just long enough to carefully sweep any papers and obstructions to the side so Mephisto could sit comfortably. He shook his head and sat up on the desk with a soft thud.

“Good boy,” you cooed and continued to stroke him. Mephisto moaned and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer. He unraveled just as quickly as before. Restrained whimpers echoed in your ear.

“I’m so close,” he panted. You slid your hand off him, earning an immediate whine. “W-wait. Why did you stop?”

“Why did you assume Lucifer could just take me away from you?” you questioned him. Your hand slid along his length, in slow, teasing movements. Mephisto throbbed at your touch.

“I, ah –!” You cut him off by sinking your teeth into his neck, causing him to writhe and arch his back. His yelp gave way to a guttural growl. “Fuck.”

“Well?” You licked over the bite mark.

“He’s just – he does that.”

“Mephisto,” you purred into his ear and gently scratched your nails down his chest. “Don’t I have any say in what happens?”

Once again, you started to tease Mephisto, stroking him at an achingly slow pace. Mephisto begged, “Faster. . . please?”

“Answer me.”

“I didn’t mean it that way.” Mephisto rolled his head back and groaned with no regard for anyone who could be walking nearby.

“Didn’t mean what?” You milked him for a proper answer.

“That your feelings don’t matter,” he admitted. You rewarded his acknowledgement by rubbing him faster. “Mm, yes. Please. Like that, don’t stop.”

“Then why’d you say it?” You slowed your pace down again, earning a whimper. Mephisto bucked his hips up to meet your hand, desperate for more.

“I –” he whined, still humping against your hand. “I’m afraid.”

The confession took you by surprise. When you pulled away, you noticed frustrated tears running down Mephisto’s cheek. His panting was labored and shaky. He was distraught. Using both of your hands, you firmly pressed his thighs into the desk.

“Of what?” you asked, watching the residual pleasure on his face give way to shame.

“I can’t. . .”

“Tell me.” You let go of one of his thighs to slowly rub his tip again. A sharp inhale preceded another muffled moan. He wasn’t trying to hold back his moan this time, though; Mephisto was trying to keep the answer bottled up in his chest. The glint of concern in your eyes and the continued stimulation was forcing him open.

“I don’t know why you want me. I don’t understand you. If I just – ahh, I’m gonna –” Mephisto interrupted his confession to warn you, lolling his head back and moaning. You stopped touching him again. Although he had expected it, Mephisto still groaned at yet another ruined orgasm.

“Finish what you were saying first.”

“If I – if I convince myself that it’s out of your control, then I won’t feel so bad when you decide to leave me – or stop having sex with me or don’t want to be around me anymore.”

You felt bad for him – not because it was stupid or pathetic to be worried about, but because it made sense. It was one thing to lose your partner because some bastard had the power and charm to steal people away. It was decidedly worse to know they left you because they just didn’t want you enough anymore. For the first time in weeks, you brought your lips to Mephisto’s and kissed him deeply until he was breathless. All the while, you thumbed his tip, teasing him just enough to keep him at the edge. Suddenly, you pulled away from him.

“Finish yourself off.” You kissed his cheek. “Or don’t.”

“Why?” Mephisto protested. “I told you the truth.”

“You told me that you think I’ll stop wanting you. So let me tell you something, too.” You leaned in, nearly pressing your lips to the side of his neck. “I want you so much. I can barely contain myself. I want you right now. I’ll want you tomorrow. I’ll want you for the foreseeable future. Can you trust in that much for now?”

“If you want me, then why won’t you finish me off?” It was humiliating for Mephisto, being so afraid to lose you, desperate, and hard all at once.

“I can want you without touching you. Actually, I changed my mind.” You walked over to Mephisto’s desk and pulled out the pack of wet wipes that you knew he kept in his bottom drawer. You wiped your hands off – still sticky with precum – and grabbed a few more wipes for Mephisto before returning to his side and handing them to him. “Don’t touch yourself. Stay like that – all hard and needy and desperate – for the rest of the day. I’ll walk you home later.”

A smile snuck up on Mephisto’s face, understanding your proposition. He agreed, “Okay, I’ll wait. But could you stay with me while I calm down?”

Confused, you studied his face. He was flustered and his eyes were damp with tears. Even his hair was a mess. “Why? I’m not going to change my mind and help you finish.”

“I know,” Mephisto chuckled. “I just want you to stay by my side for a little while. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is.” You kissed his cheek, wiping away the salt residue from his tears, leaving an interrupted fossil of a stream. You took one of the spare wipes from his hand and brushed it over his cheek. “And Mephisto? I’m really sorry that I made you think I didn’t want you. I avoided you because I was upset, and I wasn’t ready to talk about it – I didn’t know how the conversation would go, and I was worried it would only hurt. I should have said something, even if it was just that I was hurt and not ready to talk to you. I’ll try to do better next time. Is that okay?”

“It’s fine. You know, you play therapist too much for those brothers.” Mephisto laughed and nuzzled into your neck. He made no moves to get cleaned up and dressed yet, but he found the energy to tease you. “Please tell me orgasm denial and edging aren’t a part of your regular conflict resolution process.”

“You’re so cute,” you teased back, only exacerbating his blush and making his cock twitch. Dammit. He was so tempting, and he wasn’t even trying. You sighed, recommitting to wait until you got him home. With a gentle touch, you fixed his hair for him.

“Thank you, MC.” Mephisto grinned shyly. He still hadn’t calmed down completely, though.

As if you intended to test your resolve, you gave him another sweet, tender kiss. “You can thank me later.”

(November poll story pt. 1 - Lucifer version)

A/N: To be honest, I don't really know how I feel about this one. Hmm, but at least I can get back to requests after this, woo~ Don't forget that December's post poll is up and active for the first week of the month. While I do have opinions and preference, whatever happens is up to y'all. I never vote or look at the results until it's over, so I just wait around, hoping to be pleasantly surprised. As I've mentioned, this blog turns one later this month, so I'll do a post about that in a few days, so please look forward to it.

[simp-is-here]

Okay I’m definitely calling myself out here but

Obey Me Boys As Things I Find Hot As HELL!!!

Warning: Hella suggestive, mention of sex, hot shit

(Please do not post my work anywhere else without mentioning that it’s written by me)

Lucifer:

- When the two of you are (doing the do??? Having sex??? Shlonging??? Whatever you find comfortable saying) and you go to grasp the sheets and he puts his hand on yours and grips it tightly

Mammon:

- You come up behind him to tell him something and guide his head back by his hair to look at you, he’d be SO red

Leviathan:

- being on his knees in front of you while you sit down, he’d take your leg in his hands and kiss your ankle (the part before it becomes your foot) then kisses up your leg

Satan:

- Sitting on his lap while he’s reading a book and his hand in on your thigh rubbing up and down and occasionally going between your legs while applying a bit of pressure with his nails

Asmodeus:

- Lightly dragging his fingers up and down your arm while placing kisses on your shoulder, his other arm around your waist going into your shirt

Beelzebub:

- When you’re on the counter he comes up to you, grabs your knees, and spreads your legs then goes in between them so he can wrap his arms around you

Belphegor:

- Laying with him behind you when his hand goes around your middle and slips into your pants, tracing your bare hips with cold fingers

Diavolo:

- making out somewhere hidden when the sound of someone outside can be heard and he puts his hand on your mouth to keep you quiet while he continues on

Barbatos:

Being behind you and at first just wrapping his arms around you but then he slowly trails his hands up your torso and grabs your neck, slightly squeezing

Solomon:

- letting you take control and trying to be quiet before eventually holding you in his arms while tightly gripping your hair and whimpering into your neck

Simeon:

- being on his knees in front of you his hands holding your hips so tightly while also keeping your shirt up, then he kisses from your chest down your stomach, and lower

[vncannyvalleygrrl]

I'll get on my knees and beg

Alan with an incredibly tall reader (maybe more male leaning) LIKE AHHH

Ik requests are delayed but this is in advance

Alan red × like 12 foot tall reader, maybe a demon

Picture this, after the bosses wife kinda...yk and he got half of hell, he also received a trusty servant (Satan has many) and reader basically becomes Mr bosses like bodyguard, and therefor becomes security for smiling friends( we don't want another James situation) do whatever you like, NSFW is optional irdm

I need this sarcastic man I wanna take him to his Dr monster appointments

omg i lovee this request!! i'm just gonna make the reader like a super tall masc demon with like horns and wings and stuff. i love this idea tho, thanks for requesting!

Allan Red x Demon!Reader

includes: general, dating, and some 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎 Allan nsfw.

small warning for a bit of graphic content, just a little beheading (he'll be ok trust)

General

Okayyy... Allan was not expecting this. Or rather, you. I don't think anyone expected this.

Everyone was freaking out when this unnaturally tall, red-winged demon crouched down into the doors of the building, barely fitting without your knees pressing against the floor. Naturally, because of your height, the rest of your body was proportional. In other words, you were fucking huge.

Once Mr.Boss explained to the boys that you were nothing but a lowly servant to him, they seemed to calm down a little.

Slowly, over time, everyone got used to your presence. They even added a soft rug so your knees wouldn't hurt. For being a literal demon, the boys were surprised by how kind you were to them, returning your generosity. Allan though... was a bit weary.

He often watched you with squinted eyes as he performed his tasks, never completely turning his back on you.

This continued until one fateful afternoon. Somehow Charlie and Pim managed to piss off some insane client who ran into the office, guns blazing. You managed to control the situation (by twisting the gunman's head off), saving the lives of everyone involved (besides that one guy but he'll be okay tho).

Allan began to trust you after that. At first it was small things, like acknowledging your existence, but it evolved into small chats here and there. Soon, he began to treat you as another coworker, even a friend.

He was fascinated by how tall you were. Everyone was, but especially Allan because usually he's taller than everyone else. He isn't used to bending his neck up to look at someone in the eyes.

He's always been one for knowledge. Sit down with him, share a cup of tea, and tell him about yourself. It's not everyday that someone gets to talk to a demon, he's savoring this as much as possible.

Dating

Allan is already a bit hesitant on dating, so it would take a lot for him to date a literal demon, no matter how nice you are to him. But if you somehow manage to court Allan and make him yours, get ready for a few things.

He has attempted to set up a date in Hell to be romantic, seeing as that's where you're from, but he quickly realizes that blistering heat and the screams of the perished aren't that enchanting. Would much prefer a trip to the museum, or if you prefer, the park.

If you're a demon that has wings, he will ask at least once if you can fly him around the city. He says it's just to save on gas money, but you know the real reason. If you agree, maybe you can take him to his Dr.Monster appointments! (He trusts you not to tell Charlie what it means.)

He understands that being 12 feet tall (144 inches) comes with a lot of issues. You barely fit into any buildings, strangers gawk and take photos of you, horrible back problems, etc. Allan really tries to accommodate, bless his heart, but he cannot not be blunt about it. He doesn't realize it either.

"Babe-uh, I don't think you can fit in my apartment-tuh."

Unironically calls you his succubus/incubus to flirt and thinks it's romantic. If you think it is then you two are a perfect match.

🚨 NSFW 🚨

Ok maybe he was right about the succubus/incubus thing because wow you are a freak. And he returns the energy right back.

Willing to fuck anywhere anytime. Eventually you manage to Pavlov's Dog him with nothing but bedroom eyes and a small smile. He does not care what you do to him, just tie him up and he'll be happy.

Overstimulation? Yes. Edging? Yes. Face riding? You already know it's a fat yes from him. Gets a little too into it and tries asking you to do temperature play with your fire abilities (up to you if you want to accept or not.)

As a demon, you have inhuman strength, and Allan practically begs you to use it on him every session. Hold down his hips while he grinds on your thigh, pin his knees up to his chest as you eat him out, Good Lord he does not care how you use it. Whatever makes him have the best orgasm is fine with him.

If you two are dating and it happens to heat up, he's much more considerate of your needs during intercourse. He learns what your body needs, how to properly stimulate you, etc. He's even open to the idea of some butt stuff. (Not fisting/anal on him, he's scared that would rip him a new hole.)

He is a 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀

A/N: sososo sorry about the late request! something irl has recently come up and i kinda got sidetracked, requests will be slowed for a bit but i am writing them! also for those waiting for the charlie tits drawing it's gonna be awhile (like maybe a week i'm doing it for anatomy practice) (i'm telling myself it's for anatomy practice) (i just like man boobs)

[crimsonxcloverr]

writing this because everybody deserves some dale porn and i yapped about this idea before… also some of this WILL be in my fic! not exactly the same cause i don’t wanna spoil anything, but i didn’t wanna keep you guys waiting :) i did proof read several times, so if i missed anything, S O R R Y!

anywaysss, i decided to give you all a little something until the fic is released!

my asks are open! send requests or whatever you’d like! <3

ENJOY LITTLE ANGELS! i hope? :’)

NSFW WARNING (18+ ONLY): blasphemy, oral (f! receiving), fingering, size kink, degrading, praising, edging, minor satanism.

WORD COUNT: 1,897

DALE KOBBLE X FEM!READER.

THE POLAROIDS.

you’re getting ready for the monthly doll delivery for dale, but before exiting the basement, you stealthily take dale’s polaroid and head to the bathroom. he was too busy upstairs fixing ruth’s brown nun veil which gave you the perfect opportunity… you lift your pretty little church dress and snap a photo, smirking at the masterpiece as it develops. you nonchalantly place the camera back on his work table where he normally keeps it, putting the polaroid picture of your pretty cunt in an extra birthday card he had lying around.

you set the card where he can see it and head upstairs, standing next ruth as you patiently wait for him to fix your veil. he could read the look on your face, a look he’s seen plenty of times before— a mischievous grin and sly look in your eye.

“you aren’t so innocent under this pretty little dress, are you?” he whispers in your ear, wetness forming between your thighs already. your breath hitches at his words, dale booping your nose with a slender finger. he knew damn well you had no panties on. what a filthy fucking girl…

“okay, get going,” he sighs, opening the door and gesturing his long arm out for you both to leave and make the deliveries. you walk over to the car shed where he had his 1966 chevy caprice wagon parked. dale had already gone back down in the basement, his brow raising when he saw the birthday card. he peers over his shoulder as he opens the card, both his brows now raised when he saw the polaroid of your pretty pussy. by the time you took the heavy tarp off his car and set it aside, dale was already outside running towards you. you went to turn to see what his deal was and let out a gasp as dale threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes without warning.

“dale! you fucking jerk!” you hiss at him, his slender hand giving you a few teasing spanks as ruth watches, your cheeks turning pink from embarrassment.

“mm, little angel, i’m gonna have so much fun with you,” he giggles opening the front door and kicking it shut with his foot.

he takes you to the basement and puts you down, practically wheezing at this point. not because you were heavy, but because the multiple nose jobs fucked with his sinuses. he looks at you from under his brows while undressing you, your tits jiggling from the rough movements. he takes in your naked form, his sweatpants growing tighter and his cock aching for you. he lets out a pathetic moan, grabbing your tits and squeezing them in his large hands, his mouth connecting with yours. your cunt begins to throb, practically dripping. you were clenching around nothing, needing filled up.

“dale, please,” you beg, his kisses traveling from your mouth, to your neck, until his tongue began to swirl around your stiffened nipple, his index finger and thumb toying with the other. you moan softly and hop onto his work table as he continues to suck and play with your nipples. he was obsessed with your tits, always has been. the way they sat perfectly on your chest, how warm and soft they were, and how they ballooned when he squeezed you into tight corsets, straining against the garment ready to burst out. he pulls away with a soft popping sound and moans at your beautiful body. he pulls his orange wheeled chair over and sits down, another moan escaping him when your pretty pussy was now in front of his face. he looks at you from under his brows again, his slender hands pushing your legs up and holding them for you before inhaling your scent deeply. your was heart pounding, needing his tongue in you immediately.

“ooooh,” he whines before diving in, staring at your dripping cunt. he uses his two slender fingers, opening your lips, his breathing now heavier as he admires your tight, wet hole. he pushes your legs back some more and his tongue laps up your wet folds, pushing his tongue inside you. you moan loudly and push his face deeper into you, his nose rubbing against your clit as you grind against his face.

he growls deeply while tongue fucking you, his tongue feeling like wet warm silk as he laps over your cunt again. he flicks his tongue against your clit, gripping your thighs to keep you in place. “d-dale,” you whimper and moan, legs shaking while he devours you like a juicy peach, his gaze piercing through you. your core tightens and your clit throbs— you’re so close. he groans when he feels your hands gripping his curly locks, pushing his face deeper into you. he sucks your swollen lips before pulling away, smirking at how pathetic you look. “my pretty little nun,” he teases as you sit there completely naked with your veil still on.

“you fucking asshole,” you groan on the verge of tears knowing damn well this fucker was teasing. you let out a whimper as he grips your chin forcing you to look at him.

“ooooo,” he chuckles, gripping your chin tighter. “we have a mouth on us today, don’t we?” he growls as he pulls his sweatpants down, just enough for his throbbing cock to spring free.

he taps his thick cock against your throbbing cunt, trailing the tip up and down your wet folds, the two of you whining and shuddering. you gasp softly and look up at him, brows knitted and mouth agape as he slowly squeezes himself inside you, filling you to the brim. you moan loudly, your tight hole stretching to accommodate to his size. you clench around him tightly as dale pushing your legs to your chest, folding you in half like a lawn chair. he growls like an animal claiming what’s his, pounding in and out of you causing some of his work supplies to fall off the table. you moan like his own personal whore, his entire length buried deep in you as you took it like you were suppose to. you continue to moan, pleasure and pain coursing through you as his tip brushes against your cervix. you can feel yourself getting closer, your back arching and body shaking.

“please,” you whine as dale pushes on the back of your thighs for more leverage, pounding into you, the old table creaking under his rough movements. you cry out in pleasure, your climax so fucking close. you spit on your fingers and look up at him while rubbing your clit for more stimulation.

“my, my, you're getting quite worked up, aren't you? such a naughty toy, my little devil,” he chuckles in a patronizing tone, letting out a grunt and groan, his cock twitching for release. “don’t cum, you know the rules,” he hisses at you, moving your hand away from your swollen clit.

tears of frustration began to fill your eyes again, your poor cunt throbbing for release, your walls convulsing like crazy. he growls as you squeeze around him, a plea to let you bust. you can feel his cock twitching inside you, his movements becoming for aggressive, pathetic whimpers and tight-high pitched moans coming from dale as he tries to hold back. he gently slaps, his curly locks dangling in his face as he glares at you from under his brows.

“i’m. so. fucking. close,” you groan between gritted teeth trying your absolute best to hold back. you watch as he shakes his head while biting his botched lip.

“i feel you squeezing,” he grunts trying his best not to nut. “be a good little whore and hold back. don’t fucking do it,” he hisses between his teeth, grabbing the polaroid camera next to you. “hold those pretty legs up for me.”

you moan trying not to cum, holding your legs open as he snaps photos of his cock pumping in and out of you. he whines and moans enjoying the sight through the lense, the images falling on your stomach. the way your wetness and his precum seeps out of your overstuffed cunt was too much for him to bear, causing dale pull out before you could finish.

“mm, fuck,” he moans loudly as he cums on your stomach, his large load spritzing all over your skin while taking pictures. he looks down at you and breathes heavily, smirking softly knowing you just want your release. “must be hard... being so delicate and fragile..." he whispers, his breathing still shaky while setting the camera down, his fingers trailing over your thighs.

he pushes his middle and ring fingers deep into you, letting out a high pitched moan as if he were mocking you. you whine and whimper as dale slowly fingers you, his thumb stimulating your clit. “f-fuck,” you whine while holding your legs open, staring down at his fingers that are working at you. you look back up at him with pleasure all over your face, your pussy squeezing his long fingers and your clit throbbing against his thumb. your climax starts to creep up causing you to arch your back and ride against his thumb as he fingers you.

“such a good little angel,” he whispers over your moans knowing it’ll set you off, his movements nice and slow so you can enjoy every ounce of pleasure. you let out a series of moans and your legs shake as dale pounds his fingers into you.

“fuck!” you cry out, your walls clenching and your clit throbbing uncontrollably as you cream all over his fingers. he doesn’t stop. he places his free hand on top of you pelvis and his fingers aggressively toy at your g spot which makes you squirm and shake, your moans becoming louder.

“there ya go, such a good little angel,” he coos, praising and taunting you while trying to get you to squirt. “make a mess for me. i know you can do it,” he groans loudly over your moans, coaching you through it. “that’s it… there you go sweet girl…” he whispers. “you’re being so good for me, but you know He’s watching too. make a mess of us.”

the urge to cum washes over you again, your whines and moans growing louder from desperation. you grip his teal tshirt and pull him closer, dale trying to pull away to keep his rhythm going. he wasn’t letting up until you exploded. you cry from the overwhelming pleasure, your forearms ready to give out and your legs still shaking. he pushes on your pelvis a little more after pressing the button on the polaroid for the timer. dale breathes heavily watching your movements and listening to the pretty sounds you’re making. he lets out a gasp as you squirt everywhere, your moans filling the basement once more and the polaroid snapping a picture of the mess inaction.

“you did so well, my little angel… i’m sure He’s so proud of you too,” he whispers while removing his fingers. he inhales your scent and sucks on them, watching you lay there on his work table completely spent. “now, maybe next time you’ll think twice before teasing me like that again and taking off,” he scoffs, tossing a photo at you.

it was the picture of your pussy that you placed in the birthday card.

[sentientgolfball]

Two Stars

I hope ya'll are still thinking about Aether bottoming for Sunshine cause I sure am

Word Count: 2569

Tags: filming, light bondage, Aeth is just a little subby if you squint, size kink

Summary: Sunshine wants to make a gift for the pack to show them how much she and Aether missed them.

“I have an idea.” 

“That’s never a good sign.” 

Aether looks up from the book he was reading. He gives the ghoulette excitedly bouncing from one foot to the other a pointed look. A Sunshine idea usually ended with something on fire or covered in glitter or both. 

“Come onnnn Aeth you trust me don’t you?” 

“Do you want me to answer that?” He laughs a little. 

“No not really, but I promise you’re going to love this.” 

He carefully debates her. It was rare he had a quiet night since taking over the duties in the nursery from Omega and he was very determined to finish his book. Satan knows when he’d have another opportunity, but the glint in Sunshine’s eye tugged at his curiosity. Plus if she was going to vandalize something he could make sure she wasn’t caught with a pop of quintessence. 

He sighs “I’m not agreeing to anything, but what exactly is this idea of yours?” 

“That’ll ruin the surprise! Just come to my room and I’ll explain everything.” 

“Convincing” he says sarcastically, turning another page. 

“Pleeeeeease if you don’t like it you don’t have to help me with it.” 

“Help you?” 

She nods with a massive grin. On the one hand he could shoo her away and let her get into whatever little deed she wanted. On the other…

“Alright. Show me what it is.”

She trills and immediately bolts off to her room. Aether smiles and shakes his head with a laugh. He takes his glasses off and sits them on the nightstand next to his book. He stands from where he had been laying in his bed and stretches, back cracking as he does so. He takes one step out of his door before Sunny is right in front of him again. 

“Come on come on come onnnn” she grabs his hand and practically drags him along to her room. 

“Slow down there’s no rush” he laughs fondly. 

“That’s where you’re wrong my dear sweet Aether” she pushes him into her room and closes the door. 

“You know you really need to clean in here.” 

“I didn’t bring you here to lecture me. Plus it’s not even that bad” she takes a step towards the bed, flinching at the sound of a can crunching underfoot “that doesn’t mean anything.” 

“Alright if I’m not here to help you see your floor again, then what is it?” 

“I wanted to make a gift!” 

“Oh?” 

“For the pack! Tonight’s their last show so they’ll be coming home soon. I wanted to make something for them to show them how much we missed them!” 

“Oh. Oh Sunny, that's so thoughtful.” 

She steps over to him, wrapping her arms around him to the best of her ability given his size compared to her. He purrs deep in return. 

“What did you have in mind?” 

She snickers and grinds herself against him. Aether sucks in a breath feeling her half hard cock rub against his thigh. 

“Sunshine.” 

“Aether.”

She continues to press herself against him, circling her hips in quick little motions. She looks up at him, grinning. 

“What do ya say Aeth? Wanna help me make their present?” She flicks her head towards the desk across from her bed. Aether immediately zeroes in on her phone propped up and pointing at bed. 

“Little devil” he bends, capturing her in a kiss that quickly turns filthy. 

“I knew you’d like it” she giggles before slipping him her tongue. 

She bullies him back toward her bed and Aether lets her. When his knees hit the edge of the mattress he sits, pulling Sunshine into his lap. She slowly rolls her hips against him, letting her cock drag against his coaxing him hard. His hands wrap around her waist with his fingers nearly touching to help her bounce. 

Sunshine reaches up and grabs a horn, pulling his head to the side to expose his neck. She latches onto the junction of his neck and ear, sucking, biting, kissing. He sighs heavy, hips twitching up against her. She grunts into his ear. She nips at the lobe and trails kisses down his neck leaving dark marks in her wake. 

Sunny slips her hands under his shirt. She rubs his chest tugging at the hair there grabbing his tits and squeezing his nipples. 

“Not wasting any time?” He sighs, pulling her even closer. 

“You know how impatient Dew is. He’ll probably already have his hand around his dick at this point.” 

“Please, we both know it’ll be Swiss first” he says as he throws his shirt who knows where. 

“If we’re talking about firsts then I know exactly who it’ll be” she follows suit, Aether hisses in satisfaction when her breasts bounce with the movement. 

“Who do you have in mind?” He greedily sucks a nipple into his mouth, biting down softly. 

“Come on smart guy, it's so obvious.” 

Aether licks across the scars right under her tits and laughs. 

“Phantom” they say in unison. 

Sunshine pushes him to lay back and he easily falls. She slowly drags her claws down his torso to his pajama pants. She kisses across his belly before hooking a hand under the waistband. She lifts off him just enough to be able to pull his pants and boxers off, throwing them to be lost with his shirt. Aether watches her move the whole time, biting back a groan. He decides to sit back and let her have her fun before he grabs her, flips her over and shoves his cock so deep into her ass she’ll be able to taste him. 

She shucks her own pants off before snatching the bottle of lube out of her drawer and climbing back onto Aether. She bends to kiss him again, arching her back and throwing her tail over her shoulder to give the camera a perfect view of her hole. 

“You ready big guy?” She slowly drags her claws up his forearms. 

“Gonna sing for them?” His tail starts to wrap around her calf. His muscles flex in anticipation. 

“Yeah” she huffs “you know how much they love your voice.” 

“Sunny you’re so-what? Huh?” He moves to try to grab her, flip her over like he wants, but he can’t move. 

He cranes his neck to see his wrists tied to the headboard with red rope. He tugs his arms against the restraints but the knot holds. Sunshine laughs at him. 

“Better sing nice and loud so even Mounty hears you.” 

She licks a path down his body. She buries her nose in the thick hair at the base of his cock and breathes deep before kissing along the shaft. 

“Sunny” his voice shakes, dick twitching against her lips. 

She doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t need to. All she does is drag the flat of her tongue up the vein on the underside. She gives the tip a few little kitten licks before sucking it into her mouth. 

“Oh fuck” the bed creaks with the force Aether pulls on his restraints. 

She flicks her eyes up staring at him as she sucks on the head of his cock. She circles her tongue over the slit, drinking down the little pearls of pre collecting there. She wraps a hand around the base giving him a few firm squeezes. It takes every bone in his body to not thrust up into her mouth. 

Sunshine pops off of him, continuing to stroke him as she rubs small circles into his thighs. 

“The pack is going to love this so much, Aeth. They’ll be so happy to see you unwinding.” 

She thumbs the underside of his head and he almost chokes. 

“You fuck you really thought this through huh?” 

“Oh I’ve been thinking about this for a long time” she starts jacking him in earnest “just had to figure out how to get you under me big guy.” 

He chews his lip to stop the moan from bubbling up. If he thought too hard about Sunshine’s implication he’d blow and he’s barely had five strokes. He tries to distract himself by looking towards the cameras and oh was that a mistake. All he gets is a clear view of Sunny as she pulls at his cock. Her hands don’t even fit all the way around the damn thing. He throws his head back against the pillow and ruts up into her fist, dribbling more pre onto her fingers. 

“Sunny. Sunshine. I’m gonna- too close, too soon.” 

She immediately pulls off of him and sits back on her legs. Aether’s head snaps up, staring at her with big eyes. 

“What” she giggles “said it yourself, it was too soon. Plus I don’t think Dew would appreciate seeing you blow your load faster than he could ever make ya.” 

She turns her head and blows a little kiss to the camera. She knows she’ll pay for that later. That was a problem for future Sunshine though. 

“Sunny…” he growls a warning.

“Whaaaaat I’m just teasing. Besides, I think he’ll really like this next part.” 

She places her hand around his throat. She doesn’t squeeze hard, just enough to hold him there really. Her other hand easily unties the rope from his wrists. Even through his haze of lust and near orgasm, he’s coherent enough to know now’s his chance to flip the script. Aether tries to surge forward but he’s stopped by Sunshine’s hold on him. He tries again and this time she grabs him and flips him onto his stomach. He knew Sunny was strong but this is unbelievable. He couldn���t comprehend how someone half his size was throwing him around like a doll. He hated how it went straight to his dick. 

She quickly reties his hands behind his back, forcing his head into the mattress. She grabs him by the hips and pulls his ass up until its level with her. She grabs his ass and rubs little circles into the meat before she nips one of his cheeks.  

“What are you—Lords below” 

She spreads him open and licks a long hot strip over his hole. She leisurely flicks her tongue over that tight ring of muscle and Aether groans. She tentatively presses a finger to his hole. She laughs feeling him try to clench around it. She slowly pushes it in, gently petting upwards as she continues to lick around the rim. It’s not long before she’s slipping a second inside of him. She fucks him with her fingers until he’s bucking back onto her, desperately trying to search for more. 

She gives it to him. He actually fucking whines when she pulls her finger out of him. 

“Holy shit” she laughs “you’re really into this aren’t ya?” 

“Just…shut it and fuck me. Please Sunny” 

She trills “Hey Cirrus did you hear that? I actually got him to ask for my cock.” 

She turns her attention away from the camera and back to Aether. She flicks open the bottle of lube and squirts a generous amount into her hand. She jacks herself a few times, spreading it over herself. Aether gasps when he feels her head against his hole. She pushes inside and nearly keens. 

“Gods Mounty you gotta put it in him more, he’s tight.” 

Aether clenches involuntarily around her and Sunshine hisses. She slowly slides the rest of the way in. Both of them moan when she’s fully seated inside. She pauses letting Aether adjust to the feeling, but also to steel herself. She’d never hear the end of it if she blew her load in one stroke. But fuck was it hard with Aether moaning like a whore underneath her. 

She begins to fuck into him, slowly at first, searching for the spot that makes his eyes rolls back. She adjusts her hips and she can hear his fangs tearing through the pillow. 

“There, Lords below, I need you to stay right there.” 

She drapes herself over him, trying mouth at the back of his neck as she thrusts in harder. Aether squeezes around her and she sees stars. She gets lost in him. She fucks into him as hard and as deep as she can go, desperately trying to pull more sounds from him. The room is filled with the sound of skin against skin as Sunny screws her eyes shut focusing solely on the feeling of Aether all around her. 

“Oh shit” she huffs, quickly wrapping a hand around Aether’s heavy cock “sing Aeth. Let them hear how much you missed them.” 

With every thrust Aether huffs out little cries of Dew. He pleads for Cirrus. Begs for Cumulus. Whines for Swiss and Mountain. Gasps for Rain. Pants for Phantom and Aurora. 

She strokes him faster, desperately trying to get him to cum before her. She pulls at his dick, thrusting deep into him until she feels him tense under her. He grunts as he spills hot, coating her knuckles and dripping onto the sheets. It only takes about three more pushes into him before Sunny throws her head back, mouth hanging open as she cums deep inside Aether’s ass. 

She pants heavy, taking a moment to catch her breath before untying the rope from around his wrists. She kisses along his spine as she slowly slides out of him. Aether chews his lip when he feels her press her fingers to his used hole, shoving the cum that dripped out back inside. 

When he feels her move away he flops down onto her stomach. He rolls his shoulders with a sigh at finally being able to stretch. He lets Sunny rub his back for a little before he shifts to lay on his side looking up at her. She leans down and gives him a quick kiss. 

“Think they’ll like it?” 

“They’re going to love it.” 

“I just hope Papa isn’t around when they decide to watch it.” 

“Please” he snickers “Copia would be into it.” 

“Gross” she wrinkles her nose. 

Aether just laughs and pulls her down to cuddle with him. They like that for awhile, drifting in and out of sleep with their tail entwined. Sunshine lets her little bit of fire rise to the surface. Aether purrs in thanks. They share a few soft kisses and excitement that the pack will finally be home soon. Sunny’s eyes start to droop and Aether pulls her closer. She presses a kiss to his neck and lets herself give into sleep. Its quiet. It’s nice. 

Until she jolts upward. 

“Oh fuck did I hit record?” 

~~~

The ritual was over. The last one of the year. The ghouls had used what last of their energy they had to run straight to the tour bus. Now they all sit curled up in the little lounge area, slowly being rocked to sleep as it drives them to the hotel they’ll be at for the night before leaving in the morning. 

There’s a little ding and Phantom’s ear twitches. He picks up his phone and squints at the brightness. His tail thumbs against the couch when he reads the message. 

“Guys look! Sunny and Aeth sent us a video!”

Swiss leans over and reads the message “Miss you guys. See you soon with a winky face.” 

The others shift closer to Phantom wanting to see what those two could’ve possibly sent. 

“Come on, play it!” Aurora calls. 

Phantom leans his head against Rain’s shoulder as he presses play. 

[xoxo-sarah]

I Wanna Be Yours || Part 10

Part 9 | part 11

↝a/n: it's officially been over a year since I started this series. That is just insane to me. Sorry it's taking me so long! Much love 🩷

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Wheeler!reader

↝Warning: possible spoilers, cannon events, throwing up, the 'demo'bats from the show, Steve getting hurt, cursing, blood, slightly proofread, pinning,

↝⎙ 6.13.24

You flopped on the ground, soaking wet and panting. Particles that resembled that of dead embers swirling up from a fire flew around, making you blink.

Nancy got to her feet, running towards Steve, who was struggling to breathe.

Two bat-like creatures were biting at his sides, another having its tail wrapped around his neck. He tried grabbing at them and at anything that could possibly help. You followed suit, seemingly having telepathic powers with how you two moved to do the same thing. Nancy picked up an oar right as you heard two thunks behind you.

Eddie cursed, moving to stand. He leaned against a boat, grabbing the other oar. He yelled your name, the wooden tool flying through the air, landing at your feet. You yanked it up, swinging at anything that let out a squeak.

Nancy wacked one of the squeaking creatures with the oar, causing it to fly away with a whine. “Hey, there.” She leaned over Steve's body, and he registered that there were other people. That you all jumped in after him.

Nancy's arms moved automatically, swinging every which way, at anything that was coming toward her.

Robin ran to stand on the tail that was choking Steve.

Eddie stood, not knowing what to do. It was all so overwhelming. All the weight of the last few days sat on his chest like an elephant. A whisper of his name had his eyes focusing on you, blinking quickly as you ran towards him. He didn't have time to register you swinging at his head until he was pushed back, a wail ringing on his ear as one of Satan's spawns flopped at his feet.

He straightened his head, turning towards the other group. “Nancy! Behind you! Watch out!” At Eddie's exclamation, you turned, seeing one attach itself into the back of her neck. She yelled, dropping her oar. Yours fell out of your hand, and you were right at her side, yelling and pulling at the slimy yet scaly body.

“Oh my god, Nancy!" Robin tried helping you, pulling and prying.

“Get it off of me!” Nancy shrieked.

Eddie picked up the oar you dropped, hitting anything that was flying.

Steve ripped the tail from his neck, moving to sit up.

Nancy fell forward on her knees as her neck was finally freed. Your grip loosened, letting Robin have full control as she slammed the thing into the ground over and over.

Eddie used the broken part to stab, yelling as he impaled one in the air.

Steve threw his against the grind, until he put his foot on its upper body, ripping its tail from its body. He panted, throwing the tail somewhere, before spitting out blood. You looked Nancy over, your eyes moving to Robin, frantically searching her for any injury, doing it quickly so she- or anyone- wouldn't see you. She caught your eye, heaving.

“Fuck!”

“Steve!” Nancy frantically made her way to Steve, “oh, my god.”

“ Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie's oar clattered to the ground as he began pacing around.

“ Are you okay?” Nancy gawked at Steve's body, noticing every injury. She gasped, as he moved his hand from his side.

“Well, they took about a pound of flesh, but other than that, yeah, never better.”

You stepped closer to Robin, inspecting the bat in front of her.

“ Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies?”

“What?”

It's just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear. And I think we should probably get you to a doctor really soon because once the symptoms set in, it's too late. You're already, like, dead." Robin's breathing became shallow.

You quickly stood, grabbing her face. Maybe it was to comfort her, or yourself-as your hands were shaking against her cheeks. “Robin. Robin, he doesn't have rabies.” Your voice was soft, yet stern. She stared into your eyes, switching between them with her own doe eyes. The other three watched, until a loud squawking echoed in the distance behind you. You dropped her face, turning toward the sound.

More bats flew toward you, stopping around where you fell through the glowing gate.

“Aright, there’s not that many.” The bats began this awful screeching, ringing in your head like a headache.

“We can take ‘em. Right?”

More screeching came from the distance, where the bats had flown from. “You were saying?” Robin glanced at you. You didn’t dare look in her direction.

Nancy frantically looked around, “The wood. Come on.” She began running, Steve and Eddie in tow.

Robin sighed, “Great. More running.”

“I should’ve stayed with the kids.” you said quietly, only loud enough for Robin to hear, before running toward the wood. If Nance had heard you, she would never let it go. Even if you did help save her from bats. It wouldn’t matter in the end.

After running like your life depended on it- probably because it did-, Nancy noticed a rock, quickly realizing it was Skull Rock. She halted, pointing at the rock for Steve and Eddie to go ahead and get under. When Robin caught up, Nancy searched behind her, “Y/n, c’mon!” You didn’t hear her. Your focus was on the ground and making your feet move.

You all huddled under the rock, trying to catch your breath, but it didn’t do any good. Your hands squeezed at the flesh of your thighs in your crouched position. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let your head fall against the rock behind you. You gave no min to the tingling it caused.

You could hear the bats stop- or at least move far enough away. Robin stood, moving from under the rock, exhaling, “Oh, okay. That was close.”

“Yeah,” Eddie’s voice broke, “too close.”

Rapidly blinking, you lifted yourself up, catching Steve losing his balance and leaning against one of the rock walls out of the corner of your eye. “Oh, sh-shit.”

Nancy turned, “Steve? Jesus…” She leapt forward, looking at his wounds.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” he whispered, not wanting to worry anyone.

“No, no. No, you’re not. You’re losing blood. Come on, sit. Alright?”

Steve grunted, but obliged, his body dropping against the hard round. Nancy squatted in front of him. He moved his hand that was covering his side. Blood coated his hands, and trailed from his wound to under his waistband. Robin gasped, Steve grunted, and Nancy internally panicked.

You, on the other hand, felt sick. Your eyes were glued to where the blood was gushing out, your empty stomach feeling like it would come up as a whole any second.

Nancy ripped the bottom of her shirt, as Robin kneeled at Steve’s side. “Okay, so the good news is I’m pretty sure wooziness is not a common symptom of rabies, but if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms, or you start feeling aggressive-like you wanna punch me or something-you should totally let me know.”

“Robin?”

“Yeah?” She looked at him, worry clear in her eyes.

“I kinda wanna punch you.”

Robin laughed, “Sense of humor still intact. That’s a good sign.”

You silently made your way out of the opposite end of the rock, walking away from the others. Sinking to your knees, you began heaving. You tried to be as quiet as possible, as to not alert anyone.

“Where’s Y/n?” Nancy looked around, not seeing you. She locked eyes with Robin, silently asking her to find you. As Nancy stood and began walking around the rock, Nancy glanced up at Steve, before she wrapped the torn shirt around his waist.

“Y/n?” Robin knew you couldn’t have gone too far. Coming around the corner, she saw you hunched over. You were dry heaving, leaning against a much smaller rock. She quickened her pace, dropped beside you. “Oh, y/n.” She whispered, grabbing the hair that was falling in your face, pulling it into a make-shift ponytail.

When you were done, you wiped your mouth, although nothing had actually come out. You fell back, sitting on your knees, as Robin undid the loose ponytail you had thrown your hair in, trying not to pull at the knots the water had created. She threw your hair in a messy ponytail, just to get it out of your face. It wasn’t at all flattering, but you really couldn’t care less. You both sat in silence for a minute. You sighed, wiping sweat off your forehead.

“God-sorry.” the embarrassment hit you as you motioned to where you had been hunched over.

Robin only shook her head. “It’s no problem. One of us was bound to throw up soon. I mean, did you see Steve? Gross. I’m just glad it wasn’t me.” She offered a little humor behind her words. You could only offer a small, amused smile in return, before your attention was brought to Eddie, who had made his way onto a rock, looking into the eerie sky.

“So, uh…this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?”

“Pretty much.” Nancy answered Eddie, helping Steve walk. Eddie pursed his lips, starting to step down. “Wait! Watch out for the vines. It’s all a hive mind.”

Eddie froze, “It’s all a what?”

Robin offered her hand for you when she had stood up, but something inside you made you shake your head, offering a thankful smile. You got to your feet, stepping away from her.

Steve answered Eddie, “All the creepy crawlies around here, dude. They’re, like, one or something. You step on a vine, you’re stepping on a bat, you’re stepping on Vecna.”

“Shit.” Eddie tried walking down the rock, avoiding the vines.

Robin walked forward, away from the awkward air you had created. “But everything from our world is still her, right? Except people, obviously?”

Nancy nodded, “As far as I understand it, yeah.”

“So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate?”

Steve glanced at the girl, “yeah, I highly doubt the Hawkins PD had grenades, Robin. But guns, yeah, sure.”

“Well, we don’t have to go all the way downtown for guns. I have guns in my bedroom.”

Eddie jumped off the rock, landing with a thud. “You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns - plural- in your bedroom?”

“Full of surprises, isn’t she?” Robin grinned, thankful for the woman at the moment. You felt the same sick feeling in your stomach, but for a different reason than before.

Nancy ignored her, “A Russian Makarov and a revolver.”

Steve stepped forward, right by Nancy to whisper in her ear, “Yeah, you almost shot me with that one.”

Nancy turned to him, a playful tint in her eyes, “You nearly deserved it.”

Eddie chunked his vest at Steve’s bare chest, ruining whatever tension that was building in Steve and Nancy’s little bubble.

“For your modesty, dude.”

A sudden rumbling of the ground had everyone stop talking. You tripped over your feet, moving to the left to avoid landing on a vine, but ended up landing on somebody else, causing a domino effect. Robin caught her breath from under you, her hot breath fanning against your ear. A mean growl sounded from the distance.

“It sounded like a dinosaur.”

“Don’t…even.” Eddie glared at you from under Robin, moving his legs, that half of your body landing on, to kick you, no bite behind it. Truly, he wouldn’t doubt there was some kind of dinosaur creature lurking. He didn't appreciate the teasing. “Guns seem like a pretty good idea to me.”

“Yeah, me too.” Robin puffed.

You stood, offering your hand to Robin this time. She stared at it, seemingly understanding that this was your silent attempt at apologizing for earlier. She took your hand, taking your apology in the process.

Eddie wiped the sweat from the palms, before taking your outstretched hand.

“So, what are we waiting for?” Steve threw the vest on, grabbing his flashlight, and began leading the way.

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RIBBONED LACES! ♡

synopsis : ballet had been a far along dream you’d never indulge in, never have the time to perfect. he brings that dream a little closer to you, day by day.

cw : reader wears heels , character unnamed , gender neutral reader

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intertwined hands swing as you walk, eyes dancing from each store window you pass. he squeezes your fingers once, just to let you know he’s still there — to let you know he loves you. you oooh at a pearl necklace, eyes twinkling as much as the jewels do. he smiles, but turns his face to hide it from you.

a bit later, a hot beverage is in your hand as you sip on it contently. he’d finished his already — always too quick to enjoy the smaller things in life — his hand still being warmed by your own.

he pauses in front of a bench, “sit down for a second.”

you stop blowing on your drink, quirking up your eyebrows, “why?”

“just do it,” he rolls his eyes. he disconnects your hands to nudge you onto the bench. when you look up at him, he softens. “i got you something, is all.”

“a surprise?” you’re intrigued ; interest piqued ; but still suspicious. your eyes narrow. “…why?”

he doesn’t answer, simply laying his hand over your eyes. he mumbles, “keep them closed.”

you do as he says, sipping on your drink as you feel your right foot being lifted. the cold air brushes against your socked feet as you wiggle your toes in discomfort. a new shoe is placed on — tight and fresh out of the box. you frown why did he get me shoes i don’t need?

“i know the show last week was nice,” he begins to speak. you can feel his breath brush against your knees as he laces the left shoe. “but, you wanted something more. something personal ; closer.”

he lets out a huff, adjusting the shoes only he could see. he taps your knees lightly, signaling you could open your eyes. “this was the next best thing.”

they’re ballet slippers, that’s your first thought. pointe shoes you’d never trained in ; would never have the chance to dance in. they’re laced up your calf, tied into a perfect bow. when you turn your foot, you realize they’re heels — shoes you’d been wearing all your life.

your lower lip wobbles as tears cloud your eyes. you can barely look at him, “[character name]…”

his cheeks are flushed, the tip of his ears turning rosy as he keeps his gaze away from your own. “don’t make it a big deal, or anything.”

you leap up at once — only after steadying your cooling drink — wrapping your arms around his neck clumsily. you sniffle into his ear, “you didn’t have to do this.”

he stays kneeled down, arms slowly and softly wrapping around your waist. “i wanted to.”

chifuyu, kisaki, inupi, tsukishima, kageyama, kyotani, kuroo, sakusa, kyoya, hikaru, lucifer, satan, simeon

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idk where this came from but those miu miu shoes stay on my mind so <3 this was written w felix graham de vanily in mind but have no idea what account to post miraculous stuff on so !!

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I’m close to 400 followers! It’s crazy! This idea started as a 300 followers celebration, but suddenly… where did all these people come from? WELCOME!

Thanks y’all! I’m happy we’re so many loving our fictional hubbies and going crazy over these games. Thanks to all the reblogs, likes, comments, or even you ghost reader. I see you! (no, not really, but you got me)

To celebrate it, I’m throwing this little event. And it’s gonna be my first time opening requests. So, please, read the guidelines and be patient with me :3

Places to Kiss & Their Meanings:

♥ Forehead: you mean a lot to me ♥ Neck: I want you, I love you ♥ Tip of the nose: fondness ♥ Cheek: affection, support ♥ Lips: deep passion, the epitome of love ♥ Hips: possessiveness ♥ Fingertips: I vow my life to you ♥ Top of the hand: appreciation, respect ♥ Top of the foot: devotion

Rules & Guidelines:

♥ Requests will be open from May 8th to May 31st. I will try to write them during the event duration, at the latest by mid-June. Keyword: try!

♥ Choose 1 suitor and 1 place to kiss, and you shall receive little scenarios/drabbles.

♥ They’re all gonna be “x reader” with the only exception being Isaac/Arthur. This one can be with or without reader.

♥ I’ll only write for the listed suitors. I already selected the ones I’m more confident and comfortable in writing.

♥ We’ll keep it SFW so everyone is welcome to participate. I’ll ignore any kind of request that asks to spice the scenario, it doesn’t matter if it comes as anon or not.

♥ It can be an established relationship, pre-relationship, platonic, or even unrequited love. If you want a specific relationship, specify it on your request.

♥ I usually write with a female reader in mind, and sometimes it can have some insinuations about that. I always tag it.

Fandoms & Characters:

♥ Ikemen Vampire: Isaac, Mozart, Arthur, Isaac&Arthur, Jean, Comte, and Mitsuki

♥ Ikemen Villains: Roger, Ellis, William, Liam, Jude, and Kate

♥ Obey Me: Levi, Simeon, and Satan

Most of the prompts here were based on an Ikemen Vampire event (Cover me With Kisses). Big thanks to the lovely Mo (@/kissmetwicekissmedeadly) for checking all the stories she had saved for this event to help me out with this! I only had Shakespeare and Sebastian, so it was a great help (and a great laugh)!

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