#the action scenes are delicious

[ohtendril]

colin & pen + text posts

[theotherpacman]

"my lover, my maker, my breaker, take me by the hand"

a farcille edit to miles by mother mother, inspired by this iconic gifset by @pink-vacancy !!!

I used this and this from youtube... idk how else to get my hands on clips...

[bloodymyhands]

aegon and alicent being mirrors of each other in a twisted sort of way, he's the son most like her but also the one she "likes" the least. what an interesting, delicious dynamic, i absolutely love it

[renamusing]

heaven knows everyone is miserable now ch24: ffnet | ao3

it's evil of me to wish you all a happy 2025 with this update, but then it's not like i plan these things to the letter. mayhem chapter with lots of povs, lots of things happening at once, which was actually hell to write. hang on to your seats, folks!

[darcyolsson]

the puss in boots movie was very good btw it made me cry lol

[alien-insomniac-05]

I tried watching Murder Drones a few days ago, got to episode 3 and.. um.. I don’t understand a single thing that has happened.

It’s almost too fast paced for me to understand. Do I just have slow processing or is it just actually that fast paced?

[windor-truffle]

God I love writing paragons. Good Intentions McGee out here absolutely trampling over his friends' feelings out of the wholeheartedly sincere desire to do the right thing. Characters whose virtues are also their vices is just *chef's kiss*

[seiwas]

@soumies

Megumi for knife to the throat but the blade can't seem to cut this weird sexual tension we've got going on

you're the only one that's holding me down, megumi fushiguro ;

pairing megumi fushiguro x f!reader word count 1.3k synopsis pressing a blade to your ex-fiance's throat, and other loving, tender moments content contains exes still in love, slight angst

Staring directly into someone’s face is such an intimate act. 

You don’t realize this fact until you’re straddling Megumi’s annoyingly slim waist, the glint of your blade against his throat causing the sunlight to beam right into your eye. 

Everyone claims that Megumi Fushiguro is the ultimate pretty boy. Mai claims that his bone structure is undefeated and that any sane girl would commit atrocious crimes against humanity to get lashes as nice as his natural ones. Momo says that she’s never seen a shade of blue eyes as pretty as Megumi’s (her only frame of reference, by the way, happen to be her own bug-eyes and Satoru Gojo’s, whose eyes are so freakishly, eerily icy blue that you’re thankful he wears the blindfold twenty-four/seven). Even Miwa, who is too busy trying to earn a living, can take the time to admit that Megumi Fushiguro is the exact type of person the ancient Greeks model gods after. 

You want to blame their admiration of Megumi on the fact that thanks to their attendance at the Kyoto school, interactions with cute boys were few and far between. Todo’s fine, if you’re into loudmouths who could also pose as the poster boy for steroids — or, even better, those clickbait ads on shady websites that tell you if you take this magical pill, in three days, you can be as shredded as him! Noritoshi is so stiff and aloof that no one can view him as hot. Mechamaru is a fucking robot. 

So, the bar for the Kyoto girls’ rating of attractiveness is damn near hell. You examine Megumi’s face and eagerly search for a flaw to hold against him. There’s a faint, barely noticeable scar above his lips. It blends into his skin seamlessly, and you think your eyes could be tricking you. However, you latch onto this scar. Megumi Fushiguro is not the perfect specimen, you think smugly. 

“Let me go,” he snaps. “If anyone’s acting under the effects of the curse, it’s you.”

“You’re not exactly in the position to be ordering me around,” you point out. You have one hand pressed against his chest to steady yourself, the other gripping the knife. 

“Clearly you still consider me a threat.” His eyes flicker downwards, even though he can’t possibly see his hands. They’re bound behind his back, his cursed energy sealed from the specialized handcuffs you managed to lock on him. The last thing you needed was for him to sic his wild animals on you. 

“Maybe I just like this position.” 

A momentary truce forms when you don’t tease him for his cheeks turning pink, and he pretends not to notice that when you realize your accidental underlying innuendo, your grip on the dagger loosens considerably. 

Megumi is fully aware that your bark and your bite are on the same level of batshit insane. He figures this is just how all women sorcerers have to be in order to survive this environment. If you say you’re going to slit his throat at the first sign of him being compromised by a curse, he can trust that you would keep your word. 

You didn’t threaten him, though. Instead, when the curse nearly got a good touch on him, you had screamed out his name. You let the curse get away in favor of tackling him to the ground, and the frenzied look on your face as you searched him for any sign of possession makes his insides twist and heat rise to his cheeks and paint the tips of his ears a flushed pink. 

For a second, it still felt like you cared about him. 

Then, you slapped those restrictive cuffs on him and got on top, as a means to restrain him. He had frozen up when he realized how close your bodies are, how he can feel the warmth from you traveling and enveloping his own body. 

This is bad, Megumi realizes. Not because the curse got to him — it didn’t. It’s bad that his heart still goes pitter-patter every time you’re near, and that he’s hyper aware of the way your body fits nicely and neatly against his own. He knows that it’s wrong to be feeling this way, to want to savor every last scrap of you that he can get. The jujutsu world is small. Nearly everyone knows about the broken engagement between you two. Having the both of you paired up for a mission, especially since your territories are so far from each other, is a sick and twisted joke. 

The curse thrives on couples, intertwining itself with its victim and twisting their host’s love into hatred. There’s been a recurring theme of lovers murdering their significant others. The more love in their heart, the stronger the curse’s manipulation. 

It just goes to show that too much love is a fucking burden, a curse in and of itself. You know that it is, because if it came down to it, if Megumi were truly compromised and wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t have it in you to kill him first. 

“I told you, I haven’t been hit by the curse.” 

“How can I know that this isn't just a trick? You’ve always been good at self-restraint and hiding yourself from me.” The comment is petty, all things considered. In the end, when Megumi asked you if breaking off the engagement was what you truly wanted, you remained expressionless and impassive. We can’t ever go back to the way things were. There’s no point in not breaking it off. 

He scoffs. “Don’t you think I’d kill myself the minute I felt something in me shift?”

You know Megumi. He doesn’t say things just to say them. He means it, every word, and you don’t know why, but it makes the part of you that longs for him — the part of you that is always in a constant state of wanting him, needing him — intensify. Multiply. Takes over your whole entire system until you are reduced to a being whose hunger can only be satiated by Megumi. 

“Idiot. You always go to the extremes.” You opt for saying this, instead of commenting on the fact that Megumi is very much implying that he would rather end his own life rather than take yours. 

“Do you really think I’d ever want to hurt you?” And suddenly, you realize that the two of you are no longer discussing the current matter at hand. Like with all things that involve the both of you, the root of the problem always leads back to your engagement. He was meant to be the one you married, and then he refused the Zenin name, refused most of the traditional jujutsu society, and when it came down to his freedom or you, he—

—gave you the option to choose. 

Him or comfort. Him or safety. Him or family. 

You didn’t realize it at the time, but all choices lead to him. He is the one you are most comfortable with, he is the one who would die to keep you safe, he is the one who you could see yourself creating a happy family with. As happy as a family can be in this fucked up society. 

He hurt you, but it was you who handed him the blade. You, who took his wrist and guided it straight to your heart. Just looking at him right now reopens that old wound. 

“The curse can only change you if there’s love to destroy.” You point out.

“I know.” He says. “Lucky that it didn’t get to me. It would have ended badly for the both of us.”

[allpiesforourown]

Bingqiu actors au where shen yuan plays the role of shen qingqiu, the evil fucked up man who abuses his white lotus disciple and is eventually murdered brutally. Of course off screen shen yuan is super sweet, to the point people see him smile and realize holy shit he is a REALLY good actor, his personality is the exact opposite of his character

Anyway since binghe and shen yuan are coworkers they're always being so cute with each other. The whiplash people get is insane when they watch an episode where binghe dismembers shen qingqiu, then they open up the official TV show's social media and see bhind the scenes footage where he's in his full costume but instead of his usual mean face he's licking sauce off his lips with a smile and gushing "binghes cooking is as delicious as always!"

Obviously people would pick up on the clear infatuation binghe has with his co-star and start writing fics and making fanart like crazy

Shen yuan: ohhh my god this is why I said a pidw live action adaption was a bad idea. The show cut out too much of the pain the protagonist went through during his disciple years and now people are shipping him with the scum villain!

Binghe, who has personally commissioned like 50 of the most popular art pieces in the fandom just so he can see pictures of him and his yuan ge kissing: um. Right. Ahem it's so silly

[rae-writes]

if you could do r trying on a new pheromone perfume and the brothers (separately) are js like 👁️👁️ and suddenly pounces on them and readers js so confused you’d literally be godsent😫

(my inspiration was that one Rafayel scene from lds-)

suggestive || bonus characters bc harem || whether or not Mc knew it was pheromone perfume is up for debate || 1.k wc

Lucifer pauses for a brief second while not faltering in what he was doing, subtly trying to detect the cause of the scent invading every sense of his. He's one of the quickest to figure it out, eyes darkening as he empties his hands before gripping your waist and pulling you as close as physically possible; his face is in your neck before you can even blink and you both stay like that for a moment before he's silently tugging you to wherever he can sit down with you on top of him

Mammon's head snaps up so fast it almost hurts, eyes zeroing in on you. He knows where the scent is coming from, but he just doesn't understand why you suddenly smell even better than usual...he ain't shy as he slides his fingers over your wrist, up your forearm, going until he's caressing the slope of your neck. His breathing is shaky and his voice cracks a little when he whispers how intoxicated you're making him feel. He's got you laid down against the closest flat surface so he can run his hands over you, nose buried against the underside of your jaw as he breathes you in until he's damn near drunk off it

Levi's tail acts faster than he does, curling around your thighs and yanking you closer before he catches up with the action. His embarrassment is cut off when he finally registers the smell, too, and suddenly his face is red for a different reason. He'll fire off a million questions, adding his own jumbled thoughts in between, subconsciously latching every possible limb around you; his face is buried against your chest, fangs accidentally brushing the skin as he stutters out apologies, but doesn't stop

Satan perks up much like a cat, intense blue-green hues staring you down like he's ready to actually pounce. He approaches slowly, trying to figure out the source of your new scent on the way over, but ultimately decides to bury himself against you— your neck, chest, shoulder, nape— breathily asking what you were doing to him. He feels like he's been drugged, almost like a feline with catnip, but it's so dizzily good that he can't complain. Drags you off to where no one will be able to find you, so that your scent won't find anyone but him

Asmo is giddy the second he catches a wiff, easily pinpointing the reason for your scent change, and the exact listing of the brand you used. He's shameless as he requests a thorough product review, rubbing his frame up against yours as he holds you from behind, eyes peering over your shoulder with a bright pink hue. Cheekily insists that you’re better off without so many clothes on, wanting your scent to rub off on him so you can match (and so he can smell it for the rest of the day).

Beel is confused when the food in his mouth isn’t tasting as good as it should. The scent invades his nose, making his eyes search for what has to be a delicious source, only to find you instead of something edible. He’s all over you, mumbling out apologies and that he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, asking won’t you please let him just…be near you? He trails after you like a puppy, not really sure why you’re captivating his entire being with just your smell. His mouth eventually finds your neck, nibbling and sucking as he tries to get a ‘taste’ of that scent.

Belphie, while unwilling to get up out of his spot, is instantly at attention with eyes following you around the room. He’ll whine and complain until he’s got you at his side, trapping you in his arms and against his lounging form. He’s almost tense, as he inhales that new scent, like a ram waiting to charge. His tone is lazy and drawn out, but tinged with a need that he’s confused about, yet so willing to dive into. He’s surrounded by you, literally and figuratively, as he keeps you tight in his arms, not above begging to get his way.

Diavolo is so fucking clueless, wide eyes blinking up at you almost innocently as he asks if you were wearing a new perfume. He finds himself inching closer to you, gaze never leaving your figure for long— a gaze that get darker and more lidded as time passes. He’s still clueless as ever, yet doesn’t mind the mystery since he’s always willing for an excuse to be with you. His cheeks are flushed and his touch a tad hesitant, but it all flies out the window when you allow him to bury his face against your abdomen, kneeling on the floor, letting his mind swim.

Barbatos takes one glance at you after catching on to the scent and knows, but unlike the pudding incident when he fled the scene, he’s coiling you up with his tail and keeping you impossibly close, unwilling to let anyone have you this time. Unabashedly, his nose is trailing along the slope of your neck, lips brushing the skin as he places slow kisses over all the right spots. Whether or not he does or doesn’t have time to spare, he’s whisking you away and trapping you against his frame, almost begging you to let him be selfish and improper as he inhales your scent with an abandon that would usually make him pause; he can forgive himself, if it’s because of you, unwilling to let go of this opportunity at your eager answer of ‘yes’.

Mephisto almost trips as he passes you by in the hallways of RAD, whirling around to gape at you rather dumbly. Stubbornly fights the urge to follow you for all of thirty seconds before he’s trailing after you with urgency. Manages to simply walk alongside you and keep polite small talk just until you’re both out of eyesight, because then he’s pulling you towards him and groaning, asking what the hell you thought you were doing walking around other demons while smelling so good. It’s a struggle to keep a dignified facade when he’s rushing you down the corridor— but once he gets you in a room, it’s all crumbling as he latches his lips to your neck’s pulse point. The Newspaper Club’s office is closed until further notice.

Solomon doesn’t really register the smell at first, both because it’s more subtle for humans, and because he was playing around with various potions— but once he did catch the smell after you’d gotten closer, he’s swiping everything to the side and placing you on the table instead. He is allll over you, not even hiding the flush on his cheeks as he inhales your scent; practically panting in the crook of your neck. Apologizes if you had something planned later, because he’s keeping you for the rest of the day, wanting to experiment with your new perfume. He knows he’s being overly touchy and a…bit desperate, but just indulge in his whims, yeah?

Simeon’s pretty sure that his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest. He couldn’t understand why he felt so warm and fuzzy all the sudden, but had a feeling it was probably because of you (because only you could make him feel this way). Shyly asks if he could sit closer to you, pleasantly surprised when you tug his head to rest in your lap. His fingers lift your shirt up just enough for him to press his nose against a sliver of skin, face buried against your stomach as his hands grip and massage your thighs. Genuinely content to just lay there and let your scent consume him, though he won’t argue if you ask to help him out.

Raphael…thinks he’s sick. Which is odd, because he hasn’t been sick in a few centuries, but then again..you make him feel…odd. Which is why he walked straight up to you and flat out asked if you were doing it on purpose— why did you smell so good? Why was it making him like this?? He’ll have to be guided, your hand leading both of his to your hips, his head tucking into your neck. He’s still confused, but more than willing to investigate. You’re so..enchanting…he can make idle complaints all day long, but he refuses to let go of you now. He likes how it feels. And he likes the way you react to him.

[hoshigray]

suguru and choso making the reader squirt for the first time via reader receiving oral... please and thank u sm hoshibutt 👅

၇͜ᩘ𑁍 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto + Choso x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - breast fondling + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - first time squirting! - pet names (baby, cutie, good girl, sweetie) - reader is a bit self-conscious - mention of saliva.

“How is it, baby? Feeling good?”

“A-Ahh…y-yesss, feels good…Mmmm, so good.”

“Ya hear that, Choso? Keep doing what you’re doing!”

You throw your head back to Geto’s shoulder, who’s stationed behind you, his hands nestled inside your shirt to grope your chest. Meanwhile, Choso kneels on the floor, the pony-tailed man going to town between your legs.

It was meant to be a typical date, spending the afternoon in your boyfriends’ apartment. You could’ve sworn that today entailed some delicious slices of local pizza, video games, and an action movie. However, you might have guessed somewhere down the line that the two men would eventually derail their attention from the television screen into a film of their own…

All three of you were in the living room, your back glued to the front of Geto’s red flannel shirt. The long raven-haired man’s hands fondle your chest lovingly while Choso feasts on your cunt, wet with his saliva lathering your folds with his tongue. He holds your legs apart so the focus on your chasm is easier to maintain.

You screw your eyebrows together at the flick of your clitoris by the wet muscle. “Ohhh, ohhh…!”

“Making cute noises for us, cutie?” Geto kisses your cheek and tweaks your nipples pleasantly. “Your nipples are getting stiff, too.”

Choso sucks your essence after spitting on your labia, flinging his tongue around to gather as much of your taste as he can. He then peers up to see that Geto has lifted your shirt, exposing your chest to the open. He swallows thickly and removes his lips from your vulva, bringing his lips to capture one of the buds of your mounds. You mewl at the contact of his tongue, now swirling around your nipple as he sucks sluggishly.

“Heh, must taste good everywhere, huh?” Geto doesn’t expect an answer from Choso sucking on your tit. Instead, he coats his middle and ring finger with his saliva and travels them down to your folds, pushing them inside with ease and immediately wriggling them around to feel your gummy texture. 

You cry out at the insertion, his digits going faster after a few jagged pushes and pulls. He dwells them further, scraping your insides with his blunt fingertips. And the pace becomes frantic, digging them knuckle-deep at a fast rhythm that has you gripping on Choso’s black tee for support. 

“Gaaahhh, w-wait, slow down!” You’re wailing in pleads. There’s too much going on: Choso sucking on your tit relentlessly, pushing your nipple to the top of his mouth, and grazing it with his teeth. And Geto, playing with the other mound while he pleases you with vaginal stimulation. “N-Naaahh, Christ, wait!” Your body wishes to jerk, but your legs are pushed to your chest, leaving your lower half squirming to no end. Something’s coming! “I-I caann’t—Dahaahh!” 

Geto’s sporadic movements have you whining until he removes them to lick, and Choso releases your nipple to return to your vulva, sucking on your clit and lapping around your urethra and inner lips. Shivers rock your core, and you–unforsakenly–let loose.

Between your legs, you unleash a clear, watery substance, ejecting it into Choso’s mouth. It takes him aback, tilting back to let the liquid spray slightly. However, he returns to lick the glands after a moment, secreting the surprising liquid that still exudes from your system and leaves a watery mess everywhere. Until it stops, it sprinkles all over your inner thighs and surely wets the giver’s shirt.

Violet eyes ventured down and witnessed the entire scene. “Oh, woah!”Three figures stay frigid for a few seconds, assessing what occurred within the past ten seconds. “…I had no idea you were a squirter.”

“Same here,” Choso agrees, licking his lips and wiping his cheeks with his shirt after straightening himself.

“Neither did…I?” You blink, a little too shocked to move. “I-…I’m sorry, I made your clothes wet!”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Geto’s hands leave your chest and come to your inner thighs to massage. “It’s normal.”

“N-No, really, though; I’m so sorry! I didn’t know I could even do that; it went in your mouth, and I probably ruined this whole—“

“No, no, it’s fine,” Choso palms your cunt to smear the substance you squirted. “That was…pretty fucking hot.”You open your lips to rebuttal, yet impossible as they stun you. The pig-tailed man takes off his shirt and slides his jeans down to his knees, and your breath hitches at his long cock springing out from his bowers. 

“Yeah, it was,” Geto chimes in while the other takes a seat next to him and takes you by the hand. “I’m kinda curious if you can do that again now.”

Awkwardness still has you by the neck, but Choso coaxes you while massaging your ass, sneaking his finger inside to finger. “Mmmph…You–Are you sure?”

“Totally,” Geto chuckles as he stands and strips his flannel shirt. His arms are now out from the white tank top. “Can’t let this opportunity go to waste, right?”

“C’mere, sweetie,” Choso guides you by the waist, the glans of his erect cock pushing onto the entrance of your asshole. You gasp sharply once you feel him add himself, leisurely bringing your ass down to sit on him. After a few seconds of a few bounces on his dick, Geto brings your legs for Choso to hold so your wet slit is out for his vision.

Geto licks his fingers with a dark snicker. “Stay just like that,” the digits skim around your labia until they’re pushed inside. 

You jolt with a shriek, Choso right there to soothe you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Good girl.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

[aeskairo]

We need to take a moment to appreciate the details of this incredible scene.

So Ogata looks surprised and terrified when Usami grabs his arm.

Usami flips him and he lands on his back.

He rolls over on his side and moans.

You'd think he's moaning in pain, but he's not.

He's intentionally doing it to distract Usami from the fact that he's taking the cartridge into his mouth.

See the cartridge?

In the next panel he has the cartridge inside his mouth already and begins crawling towards his rifle.

He continues to moan, which prompts Usami to stand there and gloat at his handiwork.

Usami is clearly enjoying seeing him like this, saying " What's the matter?! Get up!"

Ogata crawls right up to his rifle.

He starts to slide the cartridge out of his mouth, but as you can see from the flat end, the cartridge is backwards.

Ogata KNOWS Usami is a psychopath and gets turned on by torturing his victims.

By moaning and crawling pathetically towards his rifle, he gave Usami an erection.

Usami is really getting off to this and wants more.

He takes a pack of cartridges and throws it on the ground in front of Ogata, so he can prolong this delicious pathetic display.

He starts to really get into it and degrade and verbally abuse Ogata, calling him "son of a whore".

This gives Ogata the time to use his tongue to turn the cartridge around so that it's facing the right direction to be loaded into the gun.

Ogata gets the cartridge into the right position and slides it in.

Having gotten past the foreplay, Usami take the bayonet and goes for....penetration.

It's too late.

Ogata may be terrible at hand-hand combat but he's a quick thinker. The moment he was flipped over on the ground, he wasted no time and put his plan into action.

Ogata KNOWS Usami.

He intentionally put on a display that he knows will appeal to Usami to buy time and give himself the upper hand.

Ogata is so damn awesome.

Thank you @goldenkamuyhunting for posting the scans

[romanoffsbish]

Discovering Paradise

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Request | Sapphic best friends wrapped up in a familiar warm embrace, who knows, they might even kiss… | WC: 1,336

18+ | Minors DNI

Warnings: Idiots in Love

Smut: Dry Humping (Non-Con) | Wet Dream (R) | Mommy (N) | Hinted at Fingering / Oral

A soft blue light cast out into the otherwise dark living room of your shared apartment; Natasha watched your face in anticipation as an action packed scene broke off on the screen. You didn't even flinch, but had you been awake you would have buried yourself in her to hide from the bloody mess and to her that was amusing.

Natasha snorted softly at the recollection, then she settled down with her arms crossed on your chest, chin propped up to observe you over the film. This was the woman's favorite thing to do, movie nights where you never failed to pass out by the second film. Leaving her the time to appreciate your beauty and it not be weird.

——

Whenever you catch her staring, which is rarely, you always gave her a dopey smile and cluelessly teased her about the crush she very well did have. For Christ sake here she was lying on top of you, but you’d failed to get it and it was never clear to the trained spy if the look of adoration in your eyes was platonic or romantic.

Poor woman was head over heels for you and all she could do was to pine in the quiet moments like this.

Then you broke her trance as you whimpered softly, “Natasha,” and her eyes were wide and moving up. Natasha shifted ever so slightly, trying to see if your eyes were open now, but something about the way her hips moved made you moan loudly in your sleep.

“Oh,” she realized what was going on, her cheeks flushed red and her irises blew. You were best friends, but deep down it was clearly more than that, because what 'best friends' sleep with their fronts pressed together, in the tiniest sleep shorts and whimper their names and moan like that at the softest of touches.

Only the ones with a sapphic prophecy to fulfill...

"Fuck," Natasha groaned her frustrations, her core now alit with a throbbing need, one you seemingly share. The redhead rubbed her face against the exposed side of your neck and swiveled her hips more noticeably.

Once again she was rewarded with a moan, alongside a subtle twitch of your own hips. Natasha paused, pulling away to see your scrunched up expression.

"What are you dreaming of detka?" Natasha posed the question that couldn't yet be answered. "Is it me?" She continued to firmly press her covered pussy to yours, "Fuck, I really hope it is detka, I-I need this so badly."

With the sudden urge to cross the line and make you hers, well, the humping intensified; to a point where you were both far too wet to consider this encounter dry anymore. The intense course of pleasure that rolled through your body woke you with a frightened moan.

"Natty?"

The redhead practically squealed, your sleepy voice was too attractive and it made her entire body quake. "Good morning sweetheart," she husked against the shell of your ear, her wet tongue flicked over the warm skin and you whimpered so deliciously that she nearly came. “You were begging mommy in your sleep…”

Natasha chuckled as you whined, your hips now moving in sync with hers as your orgasms built. It was clear she had more to say, so before she could continue teasing you, you turned your head and sloppily kissed her lips, catching her off guard; rendering her silent as she met your eagerness with her own intensity.

In a matter of seconds she took total control of the kiss that had sent her heart and mind racing. It was exhilarating finally being able to taste and feel you. Knowing that you were not upset but eager to continue this made Natasha stutter in her movements, it was hard for her not to use her fingers on you instead but she knew you were both so close and it would be even hotter if you finished with her bare minimum touch.

To keep herself from giving into her urge Natasha's strong hands fell to your hips, and with the strength of a superhero she flipped your positions, using the moment of shock to slip her tongue into your agape mouth. All the while her firm hands began to help you roll your hips in sync with the way she jutted upwards.

"That's it detka," she murmured against the skin of your throat, you were now panting, breasts heaving against the redhead’s chiseled jaw with every breath you took in. The shuddered release against her cheek with every press of your throbbing core to hers.

“I-I’m clo—.” Natasha cut you off with a breathtaking kiss, she was in the same position as you but for some reason she just craved the simple intimacy to bring her to the edge. “Let go detka, come with mommy.” It was like a landslide the way that you fell over the edge with your roommates command, the abrupt release as you felt the entirety of your body tingle with pleasure.

The way you moaned against her cheek and wet her abdomen through your shorts made the redhead feel a returned stamina but she could tell you needed to rest so she guided your lips to hers for a kiss, just in case this moment was a once off test of chemistry for you.

For now Natasha would hold you close, and pretend that there’s nothing to figure out now. It was once she felt your lips lose their fight that she guided your face into her neck. “Mommy will take care of you, but first you need to rest..." You were lost in your head, unsure of the care she promised, but you unconsciously smiled against her skin at her soft attempt at reassurance.

Thoughts aimlessly swirled around your head while you steadily came down from your orgasm: ‘does she love really me too? — of course she does idiot’; ‘do I tell her? — who knew that dreams really did come true.’

As the haze faded one major thought remained, and it was that you wanted an entire life with Natasha. Not just one wet dream inspired encounter, it would break your heart but you also respected your friendship...

No matter what though, you knew you'd be okay, which is why you broke the metaphorical silence.

"We should probably talk," you chuckled against her neck and you felt the rumbling of her own laughter. "Or we can just finish the movie, take a nap, then I'll take you out to dinner then return to have dessert..."

You, begrudgingly, pulled back from the warmth to catch the look in her eyes. The resentment faded when you saw a deep, genuine swirl of affection in her eyes that was paired perfectly with a natural smirk. It was clear she was patiently waiting for your reply but it was delayed by your need to simply admire her beauty.

The freckles on her face had just begun to pop with the increased sunshine and they looked so pretty alongside her blush. The blush that the steamy sex with your best friend caused. It was unreal that you witnessed the reason for never harboring feelings. Because, yes, Natasha was always going to hold that title, it was never a question, but she's not limited to it either, and she's always been a self-proclaimed a jack of all trades.

So, if she was to be the love of your life you’d hoped she wouldn’t mind and would accept the offer with joy.

When her lips turned into a frown you leaned in to peck them briefly before nuzzling back into her neck where you left a smattering of lazy kisses. "I could use a nap."

Natasha pinched your hips playfully but it was all in good fun because she knew your teasing well enough. Her lips softly pressed to your temple before she shut the TV off and let the sound of your calmed breathing ease her into the best sleep she has ever gotten.

[racinggirl]

that's my girl

Lando Norris fic - requested

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a/n: it took me a bit longer as I have been quite busy this last week, but it's hereeee! I hope you like it, I have to say I love badass Y/N a lot, so thank you for the request! It's a bit shorter, but we need some variation in life, don't we? Let me know your thoughts! It's not proofread, so be aware for any minor mistakes, if there are some. Lots of loveeee. Don't forget to send in requests! I love all the requests I've gotten so far 🫶🏼

‘’What kind of snacks do you want?’’ You asked your boyfriend as you were preparing some somewhat healthy snacks before he would go live on Twitch. You were filling up a bowl with Maltesers because, let’s be honest, who doesn’t like those? You then decided to grab a knife and cut the cheese and cucumber to make the tray snacks somewhat healthier.

‘’Can you lay on the tray?’’ Lando wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, causing you to tilt your head when he planted soft kisses on your neck. ‘’You already had that snack not too long ago, mister Norris.’’ You teased, keeping your eyes closed as you felt his hands making its way under your shirt, close to your bra.

‘’Nah, ah.’’ You put down the knife and took both his hands in yours, moving them down and placing them on your hips before reaching back for the knife. Your action caused him to groan, and you simply smirked as you felt how much he needed you, because let’s be honest here, it was impossible to not feel him through his jeans.

‘’Grapes, mango?’’ You continued, focussing back on the tray of deliciousness in front of you. ‘’Chocolate covered strawberries.’’ He replied, walking to the fridge. ‘’Yeah, ehm, about those…’’ You bite your lip as you looked over at the – way too perfect – McLaren driver, who happened to be your boyfriend.

‘’No, you ate them?’’ He asked, turning 45 degrees to look at you with puppy eyes. ‘’Oh stop it! You ate my piece of cake the other day!’’ You laughed, feeling his hands on your body as he tickled you. ‘’Lando! Stop!’’ You managed to breathe out in between your laughter.

‘’You ate my strawberries!’’ He exclaimed; his arms wrapped tightly around you as you tried to somehow escape his grasp. But he was strong, of course he was, he was a Formula One driver.

Talking about his job, you were proud of him. The two of you had been dating for a few years now, the world only finding out in your 3rd year of dating each other. You had no idea how because you never purposely tried to be secret about it. You never went out in public, never really posted about one another on your socials, either. You only really started doing that when people noticed your relationship.

You were almost done with your degree now, though. Meaning you had more time to come to some of his races. You loved going there, not only to support your boyfriend, but also to learn about all the behind the scenes of the sport. It was something that fascinated you ever since you started dating Lando.

However, you tried to stay out of the camera’s as much as you could. You never held hands when you walked through the paddock with him; if you walked through the paddock with him. Most of the time you arrived after he did because you either had to finish some online work in the hotel room, or because you wanted to stay out of the spotlight.

You never really enjoyed being in front of the camera’s, hence why you were so invested in all the behind-the-scenes stuff. It wasn’t because you weren’t confident enough, not at all, because you were, and that’s something Lando always admired about you, especially when you started to receive hate. You just never thought being in front of the camera suited you, those cameras around you, people asking questions, it just annoyed you, and you decided you didn’t want to take a part of it.

It didn’t mean you never supported him, though. You were always there for him, and he knew. He never complained, he never told you you weren’t supportive, no. He loved how your relationship was different than the ones from all the other WAGS, he felt like he wasn’t sharing you with the entire world, that you were just his, and that’s exactly how you felt, too.

‘’Good evening chat! Long-time no see, ey?’’ You heard Lando’s smile through the words he just spoke, waving at the camera as he leaned back in his chair. He glanced over at you, his eyes gliding over you before quickly shooting you a wink. You laughed and rolled your eyes at his action, simply knowing the chat would comment on his wink.

‘’I’m good, enjoying the off season as much as I can.’’ He smirked. ‘’Aren’t we, babe?’’ He asked and you got up, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. ‘’I for sure am.’’ You winked before walking to the kitchen to get your snacks.

You always were seated outside of the camera’s view. As much as you loved staying out of the cameras at the track, you did the same whenever he streamed. You never did it purposely, though. You never hid away from the cameras; you simply never purposely were in front of them.

‘’Grabbing snacks!’’ You yelled from the kitchen when you heard Lando read the comments. ‘What’s Y/N doing?’ and ‘Where’s your girlfriend going?’

‘’She’s getting snacks, chat. You won’t believe it, but we actually prepared those for tonight.’’ He smirked, sipping his water as he read through the comments. ‘’We?’’ You asked, raising an eyebrow with a smile. ‘’Right, sorry chat, my lovely girlfriend Y/N prepared the snacks.’’ He said, watching you placing the tray of delicious food in front of him.

‘’I’m just missing one snack on here, but sadly there’s not enough room on the tray for that.’’

‘OMG HE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT’

‘HAHAHAHA Lando naughty naughty boy’

‘DUUUUUUDE LANDO WHAT LMAO’

You sat down next to him, your legs over his as you grabbed a Malteser from the tray. ‘’You’re very original with your jokes tonight, Norris.’’ You smirked, reaching for your phone before you opened TikTok, keeping yourself entertained when Lando continued his stream.

He loved this about you, he loved the fact that even though he was live, streaming and being in front of cameras, you never backed down. You never changed when the cameras were there, you always stayed yourself. That was probably the thing he admired most about you, and things he definitely learned from you.

As the hours went by, the tray of food was nearly empty. You got up a few times to go to the bathroom, get something to drink, get some more snacks and so on. Lando got up to go to the bathroom for the second time this evening, leaving you alone with chat.

You kissed his lips before he left the room, you simply deciding to pop up in front of the camera this time. You read some messages, smiling as they told you you looked beautiful. ‘’Aw, thanks guys, or girls, that’s sweet.’’ You replied, leaning your chin on your hand as you continued reading a few more comments.

The second you heard him coming back in the room, you commented on a question in the chat, Lando sitting next to you with a smile on his face. He loved it when you interacted with his fans, which you sometimes did. It’s not like you were completely offline when it came to the fame he carried with him, you just never really bothered to become an influencer like some others did.

‘’Nah, ah, Norris, they are asking me questions now.’’ You teased, holding your hand up when he started to talk again.

‘HAHA Y/N’s such a vibe’

‘Yeah Lando, we’re chatting with your girl now!’

He simply chuckled, pecking your lips when you looked at him and he then enjoyed the scenery he saw in front of him.

After a while, you got up from your chair, going to the kitchen to refill your glass of water for the fourth time that evening, and made your way back to the room when you heard your boyfriend reading some comments out aloud.

‘Y/N doesn’t love him, she never holds his hand in the paddock, what a supportive WAG.’

You furrowed your eyebrows at that comment, and just as Lando was about to say something to defend you, you put your glass of water on the table in front of you.

‘’Last time I checked, my job title wasn’t ‘WAG’. I’m an engineer, not a runway model.’’

Lando looked at you, amazed, proud, and smiling like an idiot. ‘’You heard her, chat.’’ He smirked. ‘’That’s my girl.’’ He whispered happily.

The end of the stream was nearing, and you got up to head to bed. ‘’Goodnight, babe, I’ll see you in a bit.’’ You whispered before placing a kiss on his lips, smiling against them as he returned the favour. You glanced over at chat one last time, feeling Lando’s hand on the back of your upper leg.

‘’Next time I’ll open the ‘WAGs Handbook’ to catch up on some of my duties.’’ You smirked at the chat. ‘’Goodnight chat, sleep tight.’’ You blew them a kiss before walking out of the room, heading straight to bed.

Not long after you positioned yourself in the king-size bed Lando had in his bedroom, you heard the door opening; your boyfriend making his way to you. ‘’You’re amazing, please never change.’’ He whispered and pressed his lips on yours, firmly.

Later that season

[sulumuns-dootah]

Waking up from a wet dream while sharing bed

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

Characters: Satan, Astaroth, Glasyalabolas, Beelzebub, Ronové, Belphegor, Gusion

Warnings/Notes: Beelzebub's part contains Somnophilia, Ronové's part was inspired by scenes from this official music video to a song Mein Teil by Rammstein

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊

    ༺☆༻

“Oh~!” a breathy moan turns into a gasp as the deliciously erotic scene in front of your eyes turns into a darkness with a faint light coming in through the window. 'So it was all a dream, huh? Well that's annoying. And just as I was about to finish.'

The irritation at your denied release seems to physically manifest itself as a faint red glow right next to you. Looking in its direction you realise that it's Satan's eyes glowing from your annoyance. A slight move of your legs to get a better look at his sleeping form reminds you of your very real need, which only seems to have become more intense from looking at the mostly naked demon next to you. Sleeping on his stomach,only in his underwear, the blanket covering his bottom half, exposing his toned back, and his head turned to your side.

Images from your dream resurface in your mind. The positions and the things he told you and had you in your dream. If only you could go back to sleep and continue from where it left of, or maybe replay it and this time without missing out on the ending.

“Do you have to stare at me like that? You know I'm awake, right... Fuck, you look like Beelzebub when he's about to devour the whole meal with the table and the waiter.” a voice, even deeper due to his sleepiness, grumbles at you while the glowing red eyes slowly blink.

“And how am I supposed to tell? Sleep like a normal person and I'll stare at you only when you sleep.” letting your frustration cloud your voice you lay back down and turn to your side, away from him. You don't stay in that position for long though, as a strong, muscular arm pulls you back into position on your back. With a grunt, Satan moves himself to lay on top of you with his hips between your legs.

“M'kay... Explain yourself. Why the hell are you awake at this fucking hour?” he mumbles and nuzzles his head between your tits. As simple and innocent as that action was, it made your ache for him even worse. A soft moan comes out of your neck and you try to use it as a subtle hint by following it by a long sigh.

“Oh?” a single-worded question turns into a chuckle as Satan's tired mind catches up. Even while barely awake, the demon can't help but tease you with few slow drags of his awakening dick against your thigh.

With a few grunts he pulls himself up to face you and align his now hard cock with your needy, but still clothed pussy. As sleepy as he still is, his hands are quick to move the fabric of your underwear away and plunge himself into you. Satan can't help but chuckle at how little resistance your walls give. So needy, huh?

Picking up a rather fast pace quickly catches you up with the bliss from your dream. Trying to anchor yourself you reach out for Satan's horns. His thrusts are forceful enough to make you move up the bed, making your hands glide on his horns. The stimulation from both ends makes the angry demon roll his eyes back and loll his tongue out.

God, he looks even better than in your dream. No, you don't wanna finish yet. You wanna enjoy this view for as long as possible. This time he's real and there's nothing that will take your release away.

Satan's strong arms travel down to your hips to slam you back onto his cock. His nails dig into the flesh, adding pain to the intoxicating mixture of pleasure and weariness. To return his actions, you trail your hands down his hair, by pulling on it, to end up scratching at his back. Your actions make Satan growl and increase his pace.

The demon's red eyes start to roll back again, but this time he decides to ground himself by biting down on your neck. All of this stimulation and pain together trigger your earth-shattering orgasm and as an attempt to not lose your sanity, your hand flies back to Satan's horn and squeezes really hard, in turn triggering his own orgasm.

While still inside you, Satan lies back on top of you and curls up to have his head back on your chest. ”That'll teach you to stare at me while I'm awake.” he murmurs at last and softly bites one of your tits before falling asleep again, you soon following after.

    ༺☆༻

“Y/N.” a deep voice calls out to you, shattering your very vivid dream about having your cunt stuffed full with just two fingers of a certain depraved demon. Your eyes open even slower than you'd like to. Why did he have to wake you up?

“My, my... How clouded your gaze is. Was the dream so salacious, you'd nearly forgotten that it's merely a dream?” a low chuckle comes from Astaroth.

“Yeah, I just wish someone didn't wake me up!” you're mad. You barely have dreams, and erotic dreams at that. And now that you finally experience one, it has to be rudely ripped away from you?

“I do apologise, but you were calling my name oh, so sweetly, doll. I'd hoped that perhaps it would be rather kind of me to allow you to experience such scenario in your waking life, rather than merely as an, albeit vivid, but still nonetheless a dream.” for someone, who seemed to have gotten woken up by your gasps and moans, Astaroth was still very articulate. It takes you a while to process what all those words meant. Well, at least he wants to make up for the scenario he'd robbed you of.

“Oh.. Um...” you try to form a response, but the demon doesn't really wait for it. You find yourself being positioned between his spread legs, your back against his chest. “Now, tell me. What wicked things did I do in your dream?” he murmurs into your ear.

“B-but you already know anyway...” despite being made to voice your needs every time, that one part of your brain made you feel embarrassed each of those times. A veiny hand travels up your inner thigh only to ghost over your clothed pussy. “I believe we've been over this many times, darling. I cannot give you what you crave if you don't tell me.”

“Uhm... Well... In my dream, y-your fingers were inside me and you were whispering to me the nice things you always do.” you close your eyes and rest your head on Astaroth's shoulder.

A small gasp comes out of you as the ghosting fingertips start to make a contact with the fabric of your underwear. The tickling sensation immediately sparks your arousal back to life. Letting out a shaky breath your hands move to Astaroth's thighs and squeeze them in anticipation.

“Now, that's a good girl. I do wonder, what exactly have I been saying to you to earn such lovely reaction. Seemingly, in your dream you've lost all shame, dirty girl. I've never heard you say my name so unashamedly before.” the long, slender fingers start to push onto your nub with slow, small circles.

“F-fuck...” you let out a breathy moan as your body quickly starts catching up to the point where it's been interrupted. And all of that before Astaroth even barely started doing anything.

“Mhm... Such a good pet. Just look at the way your legs are trembling already. My fingers are going to ruin you.” a low chuckle vibrates from the demon's chest as the slow circles start to pick up speed.

The delicious friction is interrupted when the pale fingers move your underwear aside, exposing your heated core to the cold air of the room. Running his fingers through your folds to collect your leaking wetness, the demon uses it to make a few more quick circles on your clit and then finally plunges them deep inside you. You're so aroused at this point, that if it weren't for Astaroth's amused hum, you wouldn't notice their entrance. Just the feeling of having them filling you would be enough for you to finish.

“How wet you already are for me, my dear. If this is how wet you get dreaming about my fingers, I wonder how ruined you'd be after merely dreaming of my cock.” he taunts as his fingers start to move. Your grip on his thick thighs strenghtens to the point where your nails are surely drawing some blood.

“Nnghh...” the knot in your lower belly is tightening at a dangerous rate and you know that once you finish, Leraye and Paimon in the rooms sharing a wall with Astaroth's room will know.

As the pace of the digits inside you picks up, so do your moans. Every so often they curl upwards and make you make you bite your lip harder. Your legs are ready to give up any second, until finally, you can feel yourself getting close.

“My, how wonderfully you sing, dove. I can feel you're ready to come for me. Come now, wake His Majesty Satan himself with your sweet voice.” the notion of having Satan break the doors down to the very same room where Astaroth's fingers are exploring your insides, makes you shiver. You don't know yourself weather from embarrassment or excitement. Either way, the added sensation helps you push over the edge.

With toes curling and your thighs snapping shut, a whine leaves your chest as the blissful feeling takes over your mind. The lips, previously talking to you in such an obscene way start to kiss down your neck to taste the sweat which had formed there.

With your eyes now closed, the world starts to slip from you again without a care for the position, you're falling asleep in. The last thing you somewhat remember is Astaroth pulling the cover back over you and laying down with you still between his legs.

    ༺☆༻

“My queen... What a way to wake me up, but we should rather sleep. His Majesty has asked us to do a lot of things tomorrow.” as your consciousness slowly returns to your body, you become aware of your hips slowly dragging themselves against Glasyalabolas' thigh on their own.

“Oh... I- I'm sorry... I think I just had an exciting dream...” you blush as you bury your head in the brutal demon's chest even more than it already was in your shared embrace.

“Ah, but I'm afraid your 'sorry' won't do much in this situation, pet.” Glasya responds and only now your core becomes aware of the situation it's caused. It just so happened that the thigh you were humping from your sleep also had now rock hard and already leaking dick in the same pant leg.

“I suppose the only way to make such thing up to me is by offering yourself to me.” a slight thrust against your heated core fully indicates to you exactly what the tall demon plans to do.

To your surprise, you're not rolled back onto your back and your clothes torn off. Quite the opposite, actually. Glasyalabolas merely pulls his length out and slides it between your thighs, which are resting on top of each other due to your sleeping position.

“You might as well finish what you've started. Well go on, get yourself off on my cock like you intended to.” he slowly starts to drag his shaft along your pussy. The tip teasing your clothed entrance and never entering. Your clit experiencing a delicious friction both from the movement as well as the fabric barrier between your heated flesh.

“M-my king, I need your cock inside me, please.” you grip onto his broad back and dig your nails in ecstasy. Sadly he seems to do the exact opposite as his hips are slowly coming to a stop.

“No. Think about this as your punishment. Now get to work or I shall punish you much worse tomorrow.” the thought of being spanked and whipped with a crop until you're sobbing sends a thrill down your spine. It almost makes you want to misbehave, but your body really seems to need this release, so you start slowly dragging your hips. The deep groans coming from the brutal demon are like music to your ears.

The closer you're getting the harder it is to keep your hips moving at a steady pace. A strong arm comes down to move your underwear to the side, unlocking a whole new intensity to your mutual stimulation. Glasya seems to also have picked up on your struggle and decided to help you out by grabbing your ass and moving your himself.

“My God, My king, this feels so good!” you sob into his chest as your walls clench around nothing.

“Hah, flattery won't make me go easy on you, dove.” a breathy chuckle leaves Glasyalabolas at your blissful babbling.

A large hand lands a few spanks to your ass, making you jump in surprise and fist the demon's sleeping shirt. You can tell he's getting impatient with the way he's moving you back and forth on his dick. His hips also seem to start thrusting again. All of this bliss makes you feel like screaming, but you bite your lip as hard as you can. If you woke someone up or even worse, made someone investigate, you'd surely be punished extra painfully.

The temperature seems to be only rising under the covers and you're starting to feel the familiar tingling, meaning you're starting to get close. The same hand from before now squeezes one of your ass cheeks, bringing you dangerously close, only for a low moan coming from Glasya to push you over the edge. As you cum, your thighs clench together stronger than before, pushing the tall demon to completion too.

“Good girl. Too bad it had to be me who finished us both off. I expect you waiting for me on the bed on all fours when I come back from my last errand tomorrow.” with his eyes already closed again, he grumbles. His softening dick is still between your thighs, but you don't really care. Now you have more fun to look forward to tomorrow.

    ༺☆༻

As your dream slowly slips away, the feeling of something wet against of your pussy and wet sounds mixed with moans takes over your senses. At first you think it's your, oddly, very early period, but then the wet thing starts moving. A sudden, brief wave of movement sickness takes over you as it seems that the bed is slightly moving back and forth.

A loud moan forces you to finally look between your legs and see Beelzebub having the time of his life there. His horn is fully drenched, making a mess of your oversized sleep t-shirt that bunched up above your abdomen. His green eyes are fully focused on the sight of your cunt, as if carefully deciding on which part of his meal he'll devour next. His hips are moving in a thrusting motion, rubbing his dick on the mattress, causing the bed to move like that.

A blissful whimper leaves your lips at the realisation of what's happening, when Beelzebub, who started to suck on your clit, slowly looks up at you, making an eye-contact. His eyes are clouded over with lust and his cheeks are red with blush. The sight alone is so euphoric, you close your eyes and allow your head to fall back onto the pillow.

Beelzebub licks a stripe from your hole to your clit and bites right next to it. “Wakey, wakey... Finally joining the party?” he chuckles and makes a trail of kisses down your inner thigh, starting at your knee.

“Mhm.. With a pretty invitation like this, one can't refuse.” your hand finds his golden hair and start playing with it. His hair is sticky with his horn cum, but you don't care.

“Exactly! You called my name so hungrily, smelling so divine, it led me right between your legs and you weren't even awake! Those are some bad manners, Y/N.” Beel playfully scolds you and pulls himself up so your faces are the same level.

You can feel his pierced cock throb against your thigh as he pulls you in for a heated kiss. The pierced tongue explores your mouth and makes you taste yourself. You hands travel from the demon's back to his ass to squeeze it, making him buck his length against your soaked core.

Beelzebub moves slightly down your body, to start playing with your nipples. He pulls one into his mouth, biting and sucking on it, occasionally running his cold piercing over it, making you whine underneath him. To tease him back, you start to run your tongue around the tip of his horn. His deep moans vibrate your nub back in return.

Lining up his manhood with your entrance, the king of flies only pushes in the tip, waiting for you to beg for him to push in even deeper. Instead of that, however you start stroking his horn slowly, to drive him insane.

Having provoked a reaction out of him, he starts slamming into your without a mercy. Stars start floating in the corners of your vision and you're pretty sure your neighbors are going to complain tomorrow, but who cares? It's not like you'll be able to go open the door to them, or go anywhere else for that matter.

The headboard of your bed is loudly banging against the wall and if you weren't having your insides rearranged by the strongest demon in Hell, you'd be worried about denting it or the bed falling apart.

You're both starting to reach your peaks. It seems like barely anything even happened, but who even knows how long he was between your legs, rutting against the mattress before you woke up. Deep growls leave the demon above you, indicating that he's holding back to allow you to finish first.

Your hand moves to rub fast circles into your clit. Finally arriving, you bite into Beelzebub's shoulder so your neighbors don't call the police on you. Letting loose, the demon stuffs his dick as deep as he can and fills you up with his cum with a loud moan.

“Wow... Stay the night?” you pull Beel into an embrace once he slips out with a few whines.

“Can't. Wouldn't be surprised if Bael or someone else was monitoring your place to send for me when I'm here. Besides, I don't want you to be in danger if angels decided to attack me.” he lights up a cigarette and offers it to you after blowing a cloud of smoke, ”I'll stay until you fall asleep, though, if it'll make you feel better.”

“Good enough for me.” you accept your small win with a smile and accept Beel's cigarette.

“Just make sure you don't have any of those dirty dreams of yours. If I have to come back here, I'll have you screaming the whole night without mercy.” he jokes, but you know his threat is real.

The two of you manage to once more sloppily make out, before you rest your head on his chest and fall back asleep.

    ༺☆༻

A thud startles you awake. Your eyes snap awake to see Ronove standing in front of the door to your shared bedroom. Even without being able to fully see his eyes, you can tell they're mischievously scanning your form as his leatherbound arms are crossed over his chest.

Why? You wanted to surprise your beloved demon by waiting for him, dressed up in a white lingerie complete with angel wings. Sadly, the lunatic infector took his sweet time and before you had the chance to present yourself, you apparently fell asleep. And only now, noticing the position of your hand, in your underwear, the realisation of having a wet dream completes the puzzle.

“Having fun without me, angel?” he enunciates clearly around the red ballgag in his mouth, his head cocking more downwards as if to meet your gaze more intensely.

“Well, what was I supposed to do when you were who-knows-where for so long?” the sleepiness fully leaves your body the moment he starts to slowly walk towards the edge of the bed. Ronove's strong hand yanks you towards him by your leg, making you squeak out. Your legs are forcefully spread out to expose the wet crotch of your lace bodysuit to the cold air of the room.

“So sassy, for a poor soul who's trying to clearly get ravaged by me. You must be really brave to dress as something I'm known to enjoy breaking apart. Or perhaps, you'd wish to experience the same, hm?” he kneels between your parted legs, leaning over your body, which is now completely at his mercy. Maybe you've actually made a mistake.

In mere seconds the large demon manhandles you into a kneeling position right in front of him with your upper body held against the front of his chest. A hand with black-painted nails comes from behind you to fondle your tits as the other one stays firmly around your waist.

“Ah, exquisite choice of lace, little one~” Ronove muses as the active hand moves down your body over the material, tracing the stitching only to arrive to your heated core. Instead of continuing his fondling there, however, he tears the fabric with one firm tug, eliciting a yelp from you at the sting of the action.

A slight chuckle leaves the lunatic demon and your upper body is roughly pushed forward, to leave you ass up, pushed against his growing hard on. The sound of a small clasp being undone is followed by his saliva-drenched gag landing next to your head resting on the bed.

“Now, when it comes to dismantling angels, I personally enjoy doing such while they're still alive. For me, the best part is, you see, the way they scream. So please, don't hold back.” his voice is now more clear as he purrs. The words he says make you even more nervous. What is he intending to do?

The sound of Ronove undoing his pants interrupt you from your slightly panicked thinking. His two large hands come down to spank both of your cheeks to rip the first scream of the night out of you. He's barely touched you and you can already feel tears well up in your eyes.

Another scream is pushed from your lungs when the strong demon's rather large cock gets slammed into you without mercy. You barely have the time to regain some air in your lungs when he starts punishingly pounding away. Your hands start fisting the sheets below you as each thrust pulls another small scream or cry out of you.

You can't see it from your position, but Ronove is very intrigued by the wings you'd chosen to wear. He reaches out to stroke them. The feathers feel nice against his hands. He really wants some of them in his collection despite not actually being from an angel. You're his angel and that's good enough for him. Still, the need to destroy is still present and so he can't stop himself from grabbing a fistful of the white, iridescent feathers and tear them off of the cardboard base and throw them into the air above you.

As the small fluffy things descent around and on top of you, you're shocked to realise, that Ronove's rough approach to you is already managing to start drawing out your first orgasm of the night. One of many. You cry out and writhe underneath the mountain of a demon, but there's not escaping.

“How deliciously you sing, my angel. If you keep this up, I won't be able to stop myself until the sun's come up.” he laughs hoarsely, almost like the brutal pace is not taking a toll on his stamina at all...

Sometime around your fifth orgasm you'd started hoping he'd finally be satisfied and allow the two of you to rest, but you did keep screaming and he did, indeed, keep his promise. By the end of the night you'd completely lost track of how many time's you'd called out his name on the verge of consciousness, barely holding onto your last threads of sanity.

As you passed out, completely exhausted, Ronove admired his work. Your bite and scratch covered form laying lifelessly, surrounded and covered by the feathers, which your wings few hours ago consisted of. He was starting to feel slightly tired too, but he had to yet add new feathers to his collection. And so he picked out few, which seemed practically unharmed and silently left the room to go update his collection room.

    ༺☆༻

Your blissful sleep gets interrupted by your body's involuntary twitch. If only there was a clock in the bedroom so you could tell how late at night it is.

“Oh, you're awake.” a simple statement forces your eyes wide open.

Rolling over to your other side, you're able to take in Belphegor, awake and watching some anime on his tablet. The light from his device gently illuminates his features from a low angle and interestingly highlights his peculiarly placed piercings.

“Some kind of dream you've had. Been tossin' and turnin' most of the time.” his eyes don't leave the screen for a second. With his head bent down, some stay strands of hair are loosely hanging in front of his face, but he doesn't seem to mind.

Images from of your dream suddenly start flashing in front of your eyes, reminding you of why your body kept thrashing around. You had a really hot dream. A vivid picture of the dream's Belphie's double-irised eye rolling back makes your thighs clench together. With that action more pictures arise.

Even dream you should've realised that it's a dream since the sleepy demon was uncharacteristically energetic. Tossing you around and bending you over various furniture that seemed sturdy enough at that moment before breaking it and moving on to another available surface.

“Must you glare at me, woman?” Belphegor interrupts your recalling. The vision of being pounded into while most of your body is in mid-air dissipates and you come too see him giving you a tired side-eye.

“Oh! Uhm... Sorry, just wondering how come you're awake.” you try to hide your embarrassment at being caught by squashing your face more into the pillow, still intently watching the demon's actions.

“Sure ya are,-” he pauses the anime, which only now you realise in actuality is a Hentai,”Y'know I gotta be awake sometime too, right?” a grumble comes out of Belphegor as he runs a hand through his hair to fix the stray hair back into place. With a slow blink his focus is fully turned towards you, expecting an answer.

“I mean, yeah, but why in the middle of the night? Why not during the day so we can do something together?” the three irises are staring at you intently, almost boring holes through you. Both of you know the answer why, but it's worth to try asking every now and then, right?

“'n why are ya awake then?” completely disregarding your questions, Belphegor sets the tablet on the nightstand next to him. His attention is fully on you and you know he knows. He has to. There were times he smelt your arousal before it even hit you.

You pull yourself up to sit and proceed to crawl on all fours towards him. Bringing your face extremely closely to his, you whisper: “I need your dick inside me.”

The demon's eyes slightly widen and he smirks. His hands find your hips and pull them into his lap, “Well you're lucky I'm in a good mood.” He's already hard, as if he'd expected your request. So he did know. “But ya still gotta do all the work.”

“Yeah, I don't think you need to tell me each time at this point.” you say with bitterness lacing your words. Was there even a time you haven't done all the work? Your hips at this point as if know from memory all the right movements to make you both feel good. Still, you want some variation, dammit!

“Hey, ya better be grateful that I'm letting ya have any. If ya don't like it, ya can use your fingers.” he grunts, his threat of leaving you needy only half empty. As you try to answer, he takes his length out and slams you on it, making you whine out instead. To his credit, his hands are guiding your hips this time, which already is more participation than usually.

“I-it's just that I'd like to change things up sometimes. Doing the same thing over and over again can get boring.” you try to answer him again, this time successfully. Belphegor doesn't answer anymore. From his movements, you can tell he's over this conversation. His head is tilted back as his half-lidded eyes watch you as you fuck yourself on his cock.

All of a sudden darkness starts creeping up into your vision, but it's not one of passing out or falling asleep. It's Belphie's power engulfing you. Your heart starts to race to the point where you're afraid it'll give out any minute. The building pressure of the void that's fully surrounded you and the king of sloth somehow makes the knot in your lower belly tighten with much greater intensity.

The very tips of your whole body tingle and are numb at the same time. The only thing that feels right is the movement of the pierced length that's dragging in and out of you. Your body seems to be moving on its own, as if he's the one moving you up and down despite not being able to feel his hands, or see them for that matter.

It's not long until you feel like you're either gonna die or have the most intense orgasm in your life. The sight of you must be one to remember. Your brain is so clouded over with pleasure and the sheer intensity of your surrounding nothingness, that the only thought you're able to muster up is 'This is it. I'm dying.'

The knot in your stomach coming undone hits you like a gunshot. Your eyes fly open as if there was something to look at in the void. The void doesn't last for long, though. The more you start feeling yourself move on Belphegor's still hard cock again, the more you're coming down and the room starts appearing once more, the emptiness dispersing until it's gone.

“How's that for changin' things up?” an exhausted question brings you back to earth and only now you realise, how much your thighs burn from the workout. Yep, you're definitely gonna have to be carried around for the next week.

Your body fully gives out and you slump right next to the demon. Only now you notice that he didn't finish alongside with you. You'd feel bad and offer to despite all your soreness help him get off, but looking up from his chest, you realise that he's soundly snoring away.

Oh well, maybe you can still put your fingers to a good use, just like he wanted you to. Unless you yourself don't fall asleep during it, that is.

    ༺☆༻

“Gusion?” your bare feet make their way through the hallway of your house. You're looking for your beloved demon, who you've failed to find sleeping next to you. Normally, you'd feel guilty asking for help with your problems, but you have the feeling he'll be glad to help out with this one.

A soft light coming from your office slash library reveals the location of the smart demon. Pushing the door open, it takes you a second to find him. The desk is covered in many scattered papers and some opened books, but the from of a tall demon is missing. Only after fully entering the room you spot him crouched down like a goblin, his back to you, intensely muttering to himself above a paper filled with numbers and symbols.

“Gus?” you call out to him. At first you're not sure if he's even heard you, but then his head slowly rises and even slower turns in your direction. His demeanor makes you slightly nervous. It's almost like you're his prey.

“I-I might have something I need your help with.” you squeak out but Gusion knew that already. When you interrupted him from his thoughts, the scent of your arousal hit him like a truck.

The demon's body triples in size as he rises from his crouching position. His sharp eyes are scanning your half-naked body, still clutching a corner of a blanket in your hands that's dragging between your legs on the ground. It almost makes you look like a toddler who had a bad dream and searches for its parents.

Each step he takes towards you helps him regain his composure despite wanting to do the exact opposite, but he can't, not yet. Once he's standing in front of you, his slender fingers lift your chin up to meet his gaze, ”Hm, and what can I help you with, love?”

He's teasing and you both know it. You drop the blanket and reach out to pull Gusion down to your level so you can look him deeply into his eyes. “You're smart. Figure it out.”

An amused laugh leaves the smart demon and his hands are quick to pick you up to lay you down on the paper-covered desk. A hopeful thought about all the ink writing being dry flies through your mind.

“Now, judging from how sweet you smell, I gotta deduce that you've had an interesting dream.” Gusion thinks out loud as he's undoing his tie. His hips slot themselves between you legs which have fallen open on their own. “Mmh... you're so soaked. Did you already try to handle your problem on your own?”

“Not quite!” you giggle on your little victory while you can, knowing that you probably won't be able to laugh once he's inside you. The smart demon hums contemplatively as he's pulling your underwear down, possibly coming up with the best punishment for your little taunt. Still, you decide to push your luck even further, ”Actually, I woke up with my fingers already inside me.”

“Semantics.” Gusion's head rises with a toothy smirk. Oh, you're in for a ride for sure. His hands spread your legs more than necessary until your thighs start to strain. As he's pulling his uncomfortable boner out, he contemplates: “Now, what am I working with here?”

You're about to respond with another witty remark, but all that comes out is a gasp from having the long, slightly girthier dick plunged inside. Just having it inside you is enough to reignite the fire inside your womb. The situation you're is just as hot as the dream you've had.

Gusion's thrusts are slow, teasing even. You could sound off and ask him to go faster, but you're smart enough to know it's just a ploy so that he can start pounding into you to the point the desk's legs will surely break.

“This what you needed?” the demon taunts you when he doesn't get the reaction he expected.

“Hm.. Not really. Guess you gotta come up with something else.” you mock pout in fake sadness. There's no way you'll let him win that easily. Your response lands perfectly as intended and only seems to rile Gusion more up.

“Well... Then you better hold on tight, because I'm not responsible if something happens to you.” a growl leaves his lips as he swiftly flips you over like you weigh nothing to him.

Your hands grip onto the edge of the desk just in time for Gusion to start pounding into you, making the desk slowly move on the wooden floor. Thankfully the desk's got those floor protectors or your floors would get ruined. Not that either of you care at the moment. Funnily enough, it was Gusion, who suggested them.

You can feel the papers underneath you get crumpled and wrinkled. Some of the book stacks start to topple from the surface on which you're on. The sound of the books hitting the floor interrupting the sound of your moans and Gusion's grunts.

A tattooed hand sneaks its way from your hips to your hair, tangling itself into it. It's not pulling, but it is firmly holding your head in one place as his hips force your body to move back and forth on the wooden surface.

The pain on you scalp, as good as it feels, gradually makes you wish you already finished. It's late in the night and you've got things to do tomorrow. Gusion can sense your frustration and his other hand moves between your legs to trace random equations on your clit.

Before he even manages to finish tracing the first one, you can already sense the cusp of your climax. To push you over the edge, Gusion leans down to your ear to deliver one more teasing line, “You've been quiet for a while now. Did I also manage to find a way to shut that smart mouth of your up?”

You finally come with a whine, making the demon above you laugh and with few more trusts he finishes as well. As the serotonin floods your brain, you're trying to catch your breath. A strong, inked arm hooks under your waist and helps you get up. Not for long though. The moment you're upright, your knees buckle as a warning that they're about to give out.

Sitting down on the chair in a short distance from the desk, Gusion sits you in his lap as well. His hand comes to your face to brush away any hair that stuck there due to the sweat. The demon gently pulls your face towards him so he can plant a soft kiss on your lips and mutters: “I just want you to know that this is my favorite problem to solve for you.”

[crypticminx]

I need rough sex Felix (maybe with a breeding link?!) but then he’s sweet and caring after :)

Ughhh you got it angel!! Ask and u shall receive <3 I’m not sure if I got the sweet and caring part nailed but :0

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Thunderous sounds of music blared throughout the festively decorated home, causing chaos between the shared drinks amongst all the happy partygoers. One could only hope they don’t wake up with painful headaches and sore ears, but that seemed like a tomorrow problem.

Catton house parties taken place at the luxurious castle were no disappointment and lived up to be the most thrilling event of year.

However, there was a certain host who was missing in action.

Bathroom door locked and shut to its full extent, Felix blocked out any sort of comotion happening outside as his full attention was laid on you. There were a few aggressive knocks followed by shouting for whoever was in there to hurry up, but the two of you didn’t care. If someone wanted to hurl the alcohol that didn’t sit well with their foolish decisions, they would have to resort to another option.

You looked far too delicious for him to carry you all the way up the long, dwelling staircase that lead to his bedroom—resulting in some quick action and a subtle drag into a nearby bathroom. It wasn’t the picture perfect scene for a quickie, empty beer bottles messily scattred on the countertop and white traces of powder on the sink, but you both worked with what you were given.

“Jesus,” he quietly moaned, loud enough for you to hear with all the chaotic noise. Forcefully pulling your head back to where his lips were waiting for another passionate kiss. His tongue collided with yours as the two of you became inseparable of unlocking your driven stamina. He could still smell the faint scent of your floral perfume, and with no shame, he moved his salivating lips onto your neck. Marking it with as many love bites possible, hoping they would show in full force tomorrow as a result of what the two of you got up to.

“Dress,” his voice was muffled from the contact that was his mouth with your neck, “off, now.”

He demanded with such assertiveness, you could feel your tiny thong growing wet with delight.

“Yes sir,” you bit your lip, knowing that your once neatly applied lipstick was all smeared because of his doing.

His hands fumbled as they undid the sheer dress he picked out for you, pulling it with as much care possible, trying not to ruin or strain it. If it was his way, he would rip it to shreds till you’d be naked.

“And these,” he trailed slowly to your thong, “though they’re so sexy, they’ve got to go, darling.”

He was so impatient—frantic even, not fully undressing himself. Only undoing his belt and pulling his jeans and boxers in unison, his long hard cock fully on display. Aching to go inside of you with full force.

He lifted your naked body onto the sink, letting you sit with your legs spread out. He eagerly thrusted into you, hearing you let out your first of many whimpering moans, the ones that made him never want to stop.

“Felix,” you tried not to melt as he inched his way further, toes curling as your legs wrapped around his legs that stood on the ground. You pulled him closer, digging your nails slightly into his back as your signal for wanting him to not hold back.

Lustful groans erupted from his hoarse voice, his cock twitching to no end once he felt your warm inner walls start to become more wet. He forced you deep into the crook of his neck, as you felt the heat from the exposed parts of his body latch onto yours, a warm sensation. You rode his dick to the best of your ability while sitting on the cold sink, breasts bouncing up and down in perfect harmony.

However, he was the one in charge.

In between pants, he huffed, “look s’fuckin beautiful tonight, baby.” Loving every moment that he embraced your pussy practically sucking on his gliding cock.

You inched yourself away from hiding in his chest, wanting to see his sweaty face as he made fiery love to you.

“But you’d look so much better if I filled you up..”

You clenched harder, finding it hard to speak when he knew what he was doing to you. You were on the brink of an orgasm, feeling shockwaves of pleasurable vibrations as his erection grew mad with every pounce.

“Gonna cum in me,” you dangerously teased to the best of your abilities.

And with using your pretty hypnotic voice, something in him snapped—and for a better word, released his senses to heatedly turn more rough. Dying to not let a single drop go to waste inside of you.

Roughly grabbing your hair with his fingers as you felt your head pour into a different direction. He yanked you to no avail, all with a devilish smile.

“M’gonna fill you up so good, princess,” he breathed. “So good that next time everyone here sees you, you’ll be pregnant with my baby.”

“Please,” you blurted out, begging for him to cum in you, while internally you failed to let yourself hold back. Coating his cock, which was still deeply in the depths of you, with your orgasm.

It was sinful the way he seductively declared what he wanted to do to you, but you pleasured every heated moment of it.

Heavily breathing while he waited, Felix couldn’t stand another second more, he jerked himself into you one last time, filling you up with all his delectable cum in a matter of seconds.

You both savoured the feeling of getting each other off before the haze of needy desire wore off. Love, however, was still in the air. He swung a towel off the hanger, cleaning you up first, making sure you weren’t stained with something somebody else need to see.

He was slow and patient while stroking your thighs with the fabric. when you finally made your way out of your position from sitting, he lovingly grabbed you, kissing the top of your head as he took you in.

Noticing that your dress and other belongings were still placed on the floor, Felix bent down, breaking free from your embrace to pick them up.

“Wouldn’t want anyone to see you with out this, hmmm,” he beamed, eyes twinkling as he helped you in dressing yourself.

Though you always had the most mind blowing sex, you felt tonight it was somehow cut short.

“Maybe I can take it off later again?” You purred, seeing his face grow wide with plenty of ideas.

He caressed your face, fingers gliding on your red, sweaty cheek that still made you look as beautiful as ever.

“Oh,” he paused for a mere second, “I’m not gonna stop till you’re actually pregnant.”