#the demon: please stop teasing me i had my heart set on this

[oc-cinematic-universe]

kind of obsessed with the way joe just doesnt care that people are trying to kill him until its becoming more annoying than not. Then he gets mad

[ohdeerfully]

Man, I just need some more sleepy Alastor x reader. Honestly, I don’t know what the plot would be or whatever but I am a literal magnet when it comes to sleepy characters😋😋

Lazy Morning

Alastor x Reader (fluff)

TW: none!

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You stretched your arms up and out as you woke up, eyes flickering open at the bright red of Hell’s sky filtering through the curtains of your room. You let your eyes close again for a moment, sighing and going limp under your covers again. You had a long night, and just… a few more minutes…

Your consciousness started slipping again, and you felt so comfortable under your fluffy duvet…

Knock, knock knock

Your eyes cracked open and you couldn’t stop the groan that escaped your lips. You knew exactly who knocked on your door, because he had a particular way of doing so every time. You weren’t upset that he was here, but you were upset that he was rousing you from your comfortable bed.

“Let yourself in,” You called, unintentionally sharp. You tugged the blanket around your face tighter, staring at the door as it opened softly.

Alastor peeked the top half of his body in, looked at you, laughed lightly, and fully entered the room. 

“My dearest,” He said through a gentle grin. His head tilted to the side, as if he was confused to see you laying there. “It’s… rather late in the morning! Don’t waste your eternity lying in bed!”

You simply hummed in response, and you didn’t move an inch. He stepped forwards towards your bed, looming over you. You had trouble seeing his face in the long shadows cast by the violently bright morning beaming through your curtains. But, you could tell there was a disapproving look in his features. He hated unproductivity. 

“Could you close the curtains tighter,” You pleaded, ignoring his earlier comment. You were growing irritated at the light, and shoved your face into the pillow.

Alastor ‘tsked’ and walked towards the curtains. His sharp fingers dug into the fabric… before he sharply pulled them apart, blasting light into your room.

You shouted wordlessly at him, though an intelligible ‘you dick’ was heard in your otherwise mindless yells. Alastor only cackled at you, dramatically wiping a fake tear from his eye—the sound of a laugh track on his cane joined him. He was cut off when a pillow hit him square in the face.

“Fucking close them!” You practically screamed. Your voice cracked, still dripping with sleep. You were squinting in the light to the point your eyes might as well be shut.

Alastor obeyed with a hum, a pleased look in his eyes at his own antics. The room was swamped in darkness. The demon walked towards your bed again, his eyes slightly glowing in the darkness. You watched him as he watched you.

“Now, when do you plan on not being so lazy?” There was a hint of a tease in his voice. “It’s a wonderful day in Hell.”

You slid your arms out from the blanket and reached towards him. He looked at your arms strangely. You rolled your eyes at his cluelessness.

“I’ll get up if you stay with me for a few minutes.”

Alastor thought for a moment before gingerly setting himself down on the bed near you. “I’m not going to babysit you,” He began. “Just b-” You cut him off with a whine. His eyes narrowed at you.

“Get closer,” You demanded, your arms still outstretched. Alastor wasn’t the biggest fan of your childish attitude, but he bit back a comment and scooted a couple inches forward. You lifted yourself up slightly and slid your hands behind his back, tugging him forward.

With anybody else, Alastor would have probably yanked off an arm, or something. His heart held a strangely soft spot for you, though, and he was able to fight off his instincts to let himself get dragged by your hands. He caught himself from falling completely forward, his hands placed flat on either side of your head.

You smiled up at him, a sleepy look still affecting your eyes. He felt his chest squeeze while he looked down at you. It took him a while to get used to the strange, alien emotions you made him feel in the months after he confessed to “feeling a strange way about you”, but he was starting to become more acquainted with them. He clenched his jaw, his smile becoming low and watery as his eyes watched your hand drag a light finger down his cheek.

“You curse me,” His voice was low and intimate, and it lacked the sound of radio frequency. His face inched closer to yours as he spoke. “I feel so weak near you.” He kept the fact that he hated it to himself.

You gave him a lazy, lopsided grin. “I consider myself more like a hex, really.” This made Alastor smile a bit wider. He pressed his face into your neck, and you laughed lightly at the sensation of his hair tickling your skin. He inhaled sharply before sighing, settling his body next to you.

What a change in mood, You thought to yourself as Alastor snaked an arm under your head. You saw a tired look in his eyes, something that he would tend to hide in his day to day. You knew he didn’t sleep much. 

“It’s been a few minutes,” Alastor commented. His voice had a twinge of exhaustion in it, likely brought on by laying down. It was no surprise that sleep would jump on him like a rabid animal since he kept himself awake for seemingly days on end.

“Just a few more,” You pleaded. You pressed your face into his chest, and felt it rumble slightly when he hummed an ‘okay’ in response to your request. You curled your arm around his torso.

You don’t know when you fell asleep, but you know you did when you crack open your eyes and your body feels heavy, still waking up. You lift yourself, but stop when you feel the weight of Alastor’s arm around you. You smile when you look down and see a soft, sleepy smile on his lips and a relaxed look on his features.

You slip yourself from his grip, and his eyes crack open. His eyebrows furrow for a moment, and you watch as he stifles a yawn.

You wordlessly blinks his eyes open and looks at you.

“Ready to get up?” You ask him, leaning over to stare directly down at him.

He closes his eyes in response again and sighs, simultaneously lifting an arm to lightly wrap around your waist.

You watch him for a few seconds, before looking up and around your room. Your eyes settle on your curtains, an ominous glow of light emanating from the edges. A sinister smile peaks your lips, and you weigh the pros and cons.

It was a brief thought, though, because when you looked back down at Alastor all evil intent left your body. This guy never slept, you shouldn’t interrupt this just to get back at him.

Plus, how endearing he looked, so vulnerable underneath you. The Radio Demon, sleeping, guards lowered, trusting you. You leaned down and pressed a careful kiss against his forehead before lying back down. He was quick to swamp you with his arms once again, and you suddenly wondered if it’d be so bad to sleep the day away.

[rae-writes]

vampiric

om brothers x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings : nsfw, vampire things aka lots of blood and blood drinking and biting

synopsis : new vampire event, am I right?

a/n : I know the event is set in nightbringer and not og, but you can read it as either version

“Your scent…forgive my lack of a better word, but it’s absolutely heavenly, Mc.” Lucifer has his face buried in your neck, fangs scraping against the skin delicately. 

You sighed, head tilting to give him more room as your fingers carded through his hair, moving to rest at the base of his neck when they were done.

It made him shudder; he knew the power you held over him, and yet— “So compliant for me, so willing to give up control. All for me, hm?”

Humming in return, you let your head roll back against his shoulder, looking up at the first born with eyes practically in the shape of hearts, “Trust you.” 

“You trust me?” 

“Uh-huh, please bite me.” You felt him twitch from where he was buried inside you- and had been for the past 10 minutes. To place a little more incentive on your words, you wiggled around until he let out a sharp growl. 

Lucifer could feel his composure fraying, however you just looked so delectable staring up at him like that; his jaw opened, teeth brushing over you one last time, before they sunk into the flesh of your neck just enough that blood pooled into his waiting mouth. 

Moaning in unison, both your hips began moving in tandem with one another as he choked out an actual whine at your taste. Throwing all sense of pride and bravado out the window, Lucifer pushes you on your back against his desk and sets a frantic pace. 

His mouth hangs open at the feel of it all, drops of blood dripping down his chin. He might’ve been moaning louder than you, it was hard to tell, but as he bites you again and again, the avatar of pride can’t bring himself to care— especially not when you’re letting him cum inside. 

“More- don’t stop, Luci, want you to ruin me. I can take it, promise I can take it, ‘m yours—“

†

“Slow down there, vampire. Don’t be greedy.” your tone was entirely teasing, knowing damn well that Mammon couldn’t help himself when it came to greed. 

“‘M not a vampire, ‘m a demon!” His complaints were half-assed as he continued lapping at the blood flowing from your shoulder, “y’r demon, ‘m y’r first, first ‘n only— my human, mine, taste s’good, makin’ me go crazy.” 

The muffled and senseless babbling only served to make you chuckle. You leaned further back against the pillows, watching with amusement as he followed without hesitation. “Take it all, then.” 

Mammon’s eyes flashed gold, hands scrambling to yank you into his lap while his fangs busied themselves with biting again for the fifth time since you started. He accidentally ripped your bottoms in his desperation, but his fingers slipped inside you and immediately began abusing your spot as an apology. 

“G’na take it all, Mc, s’good to me, my human’s so, so good t’me- i’ma give back, yeah? G’na make you feel good— please cum f’me, wanna taste that too, please, ‘m beggin ya-“ 

You responded with a loud cry, hips jerking when he didn’t even slow down after you’d given him exactly what he asked for. “Mammon-!“ 

His free hand ran through the mess you made, bringing it up to his lips so he could suck it off his fingers, “not enough, ‘s not enough, give me more, Mc, cum again and again—“ He bit you for the sixth time, and then for the seventh, “—not stopping till y’r as light headed as me, so give me more.” 

†

“D-don’t—! ‘m filthy- don’t deserve it, don’t deserve you, I can’t-“ the heightened urges this virus brought made Levi feel dirty, especially when you were so sweet to him like this. 

You pulled his back flush against your chest, resting your head on his shoulder to watch as one of your hands jerked his cock. “Don’t tell yourself that, Levi…you’re so cute when you’re desperate, it’s okay.” 

He whined, embarrassed at your words but rutting his hips against your movements nonetheless. “Am not-!” His pupils dilated when you nudged the palm of your free hand against his mouth. 

“Go on…” your lips brushed over his ear, moaning lowly against it, “Take it, Levi- take what you really want.” swiping over the slit of his cock with your thumb, you giggled when he bared his fangs involuntarily. 

“Mc!” Levi choked out another whine before burying his teeth into the flesh of your palm, whining even louder when your blood hit his tongue. 

“Aww, there you go, baby. Good boy, Levi.”

He was fucking your fist himself now, hips jerking frantically as a familiar tingle began creeping up his legs. “Yeah, yeah, yeah— ‘mma good boy, y’r good boy, g’na cum, g’na cum!” 

You winced slightly when his jaw locked, thumb targeting his slit once again, making him shriek and spill the rest of your blood that was in his mouth as he came. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you- again, please, again! More, Mc, please, please!”

†

“I’ve spent centuries learning control, so tell me…” Satan holds your bleeding finger gently, staring down at the now splattered page you’d cut yourself on, “How do you manage to make me lose every bit of progress so easily?” 

You watch him with lidded eyes, not paying any mind to your stinging injury. “Isn’t it special to find someone that makes you lose your mind like this?” 

He only chuckles, allowing his tongue to poke out and lick at your papercut. The taste makes him groan and shift closer to you as he switches to sucking the pad of your finger instead. 

“Tannie…” 

Satan closes his eyes for a moment to tug at the last strings of his composure before laying back, yanking you down with him quickly. 

Gasping, you do nothing but let him maneuver you until you’re hovering above his face, jumping slightly when his claws tear the crotch of your bottoms. 

With a desperate growl, the fourth born pulls your entire weight onto him as his tongue thrusts inside you, “Gonna make you feel good first— I’ll get my fill after.” 

You respond by wiggling your hips (slightly distracted by the feel of his fangs against your thighs), “Can have as much as you want, Tan- give everything to you— fuck!”

†

“Mc, don’t tell me you’re just gonna leave me here~” Asmo’s voice was airy and teasing, but it was easy to pick out the desperation coming from him. 

You laughed, slitting a small cut in your lip before moving to stand in front of him. The satin blindfold you’d made him wear looked so pretty against his complexion. 

“Mc?” He restrained against the material holding his hands behind his back, “I smell blood, darling…” 

Your tongue came out to poke at his lips briefly, making him gasp. Just when he was about to speak again, you crashed your lips over his, making your blood smear over both of you like shared lipstick. 

He moaned loudly, keening unabashedly when you plopped down in his lap. His wrists broke free of the restraints, hands sneaking up your shirt, while his sharpened teeth rolled your bottom lip between them, making the blood pour out more. 

“Azzy~” you pulled away from him, letting out a breathless laugh when he whined at the loss of contact. “Patience brings good things, you know.” 

Asmo’s head spun when you began bouncing over his lap teasingly, tongue swiping out to lick at all the excess blood on his lips. “I’ll be patient, just kiss me again—“ 

His cock jumped when you bit at his lower lip instead, eyes fluttering behind the blindfold as you pried his mouth open with your fingers.

“Careful what you wish for.” 

†

“M-more!” 

You tut at Beel, lifting your arm higher so he doesn’t try to bite at it. There was a cut across your wrist dripping blood into his mouth— the compromise you’d given him. “Don’t be ungrateful,” you chastised. 

He only moaned, hips bucking from where you were settled over the bulge in his pants. “Not ungrateful, I promise-” his tongue lolled out of his mouth to catch your blood better, “-You just taste so fucking good, Mc…” 

Your free hand came up to his face, fingers curiously spreading the blood that’d missed his mouth across his cheeks. He looked ravenous like this, only making the heat in your belly swirl even hotter- “Fuck, Beel…”

Bringing your arm back down, you grab at his jaw, “Only use your tongue, okay?” your hips jerk over his, making him respond in a choked groan. Slowly, you lowered your wrist towards his mouth.

And when his tongue flattened against the cut, mouth flooding with your blood, his eyes rolled back in his skull. Both hands came up to grab at you, pulling your arm even closer to where he was now licking at it like a dog. 

“S’good, you taste s’good, Mc, more, more, more, please! ‘M so hungry, please let me keep tasting you-!” 

Your mouth dropped when you felt warmth pooling underneath you, moan echoing his own when you realized Beel came in his pants from just tasting your blood. This was going to be a long night, but, “Don’t worry, bub, I’ll take care of you.”

†

“Gentle, Bel, gentle…” you pet his hair softly as his head moved between your thighs, mouth placing small bites around to show you he could control himself. 

Belphie whimpered back at you, tongue licking at the spot he bit a little too harshly, “‘m trying, you just smell so good…can practically taste it through the skin…please, can I?” 

You watched him hump against the bed for friction, taking pity when he whined again, “Alright, alright. Gently, or I’m pushing you off and you won’t get anything.” 

The word ‘promise’ left his lips like a mantra before he was nosing at a spot on your inner thigh, licking a stripe up the area before sinking his teeth in. 

The reaction was instant— the harsh jerk of his hips against the sheets, the high-pitched moan that would’ve embarrassed him had he not been in ecstasy right now, and the harsh tug you gave his hair that sent shudders wracking through him. 

“Good boy, Belphie, take what you want, go on.” The sight of your blood dripping past the corners of his mouth from how messy he was drinking it made you coo, “Cum, Belphegor.” 

The command shocked through him, making him choke out another whine as he made an even bigger mess in his pants. There were stars in his eyes as he watched you maneuver him on his back and settle above his face.

You used your fingers to shove the blood dripping down his chin back in his mouth, “My turn, and then I’ll let you have more blood, okay, baby? Goood boy, my good little demon.”

[fullofbees]

Anon requested Diavolo with prompt 76 from the smut prompt list.

CW: Sexually suggestive, nothing else!

»»----------► GN!Reader

"Young Master...? Young Master!" Barbatos's voice calls down the hallway.

The closet smells of chemicals and ancient dust, though it is too dark to read any labels. Diavolo has silenced you with a hand over your mouth, holding you in place as footsteps near your hiding spot. You try to will your wildly beating heart into silence when they stop in front of the door.

One moment... and then another... until you hear the butler sigh heavily and continue down the hall. You can feel Diavolo relax, letting out his own sigh of relief. You take hold of his hand, remove it from your mouth, and spin to face him.

"Forgive me, I may have been running from my work," he whispers, though his apology does little to hide his excitement at not getting caught.

You're silent with awe. Diavolo's golden eyes shine through the darkness, his irises glowing softly, reminding you of the wide-eyed nocturnal creatures back home. You try to step closer to get a better look, but your foot collides with a bottle and nearly trips you.

Diavolo quickly steadies you before bending down and moving the offending bottle out of the way. You hear him fidget with a few other items, setting them on the shelves beside you.

"Are you... able to see?" You ask, watching the disembodied eyes of the demon look up at you.

"Yes...?" He responds, eyes narrowing when his brow furrows in confusion as he stands up.

Without thinking, you reach out and make contact with his torso. You carefully pad your way up his chest until you can finally feel the warmth of his neck. His eyes are ever watchful, ever curious, never daring to part from your face. Even as your hands briefly trace his jawline, Diavolo waits with bated breath, eager for your next move.

Cradling his face, you make the future demon king hunch down to your level. You turn his head this way and that, inspecting his eyes from each angle, watching as the light waxes and wanes within them.

"Absolutely fascinating," you whisper, "None of the brothers' eyes glow like this. Is this typical of all natural-born demons?"

He nods, the action making you giggle when your hands move with him.

"Has this not been covered in RAD's anatomy class? I'll have to adjust the curriculum-"

You boldly cut him off, "It has. I had yet to see it firsthand. It's gorgeous."

"I'm happy to hear that you think so," Diavolo says, the burning of his reddening cheeks heating the skin of your palms, "Please, feel free to look as long as you like."

"Just look?" You ask with a teasing tone.

His wonderful laugh rumbles in his chest, and though he regretfully removes himself from your appreciative touch, it is rectified when his hands find your waist to hold your hips flush against his. "Barbatos can't be upset if I'm helping our dear exchange student with a private anatomy lesson."

Your laughter joins his, followed by a light gasp when his hands slide to the back of your thighs. He picks you up like it's nothing, pressing you against the wall with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Even through the layers of your uniforms, you can still feel the heavy outline of Diavolo's hard cock pulsing between your legs.

"Do I turn you on that much?"

You already knew the answer. He does a terrible job of pretending he isn't undressing you in his mind whenever you walk into a room. It's funny how quickly he comes undone with one compliment from you; but you promise to use your powers responsibly. Still, you want to hear him say it.

"You don't even fucking know," he groans, rolling his hips so you can feel every needy inch of him.

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A/N: Another flirty intro for another gentle giant lmao

[aestrayla]

driving you crazy ft. mammon

summary: you make a bet with a certain white-haired demon to see who can last the longest without touching the other. let's see how long you can last. ft. mammon x f!reader

cw: 18+ SMUT and sexual themes. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT interact.

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this was my first time writing smut LOL. i had to stop myself from cringing while writing this but my fingers just kept typing away.. anyways enjoy!

You had made a bet with Mammon to see who could last the longest without any physical touch, and of course, he agreed to it. Making bets was his playing field after all and after mentioning the little reward you'd offer if he won... he was not going to lose. This was mere child's play for him.

Now of course you had to play dirty to win. The odds that he would win were more or less in his favour. Here and there you would try and tease him, wearing short little skirts and staring at him with your pretty eyes. He knew when you made that stupid little sultry look with your eyes it could struck any guy dumb. He knew this, because he experienced it firsthand and still remembers the day you laughed at him after leaving him dumbfound.

Your teasing was extremely fun on his part though. Mammon could honestly fuck you whenever he pleased but being able to watch you play this silly little game and planning your next "big move" was far too entertaining for him. It was like watching a child learn to walk, seeing how pouty you'd get after the game dragged from hours into days.

The lack of physical touch was burning your insides. How was he able to handle this so well? It was surprising how good his restraint was when he, at the same time, has terrible impulses of blowing thousands of grimm within seconds.

As the days dragged on, it got quite obvious to the others that you two were up to something ridiculous once again and Lucifer was starting to get quite fed up of the back and forth teasing you two would do. "Guys just- get a room... Please," he would say.

You were both shooed away by everyone, making it into Mammon's room. "Can't you just let me win already?" you pleaded, as you plopped onto his bed, lying onto your stomach. Mammon watched as his gaze followed your figure, until he couldn't take his eyes off of something.

As you landed on the bed, your night gown slightly lifted at your waist, revealing a pretty lingerie set you had on underneath. Thoughts were swirling around his head. He had only seen you in lingerie once, on his birthday. This was no special occasion but you definitely had his heart racing and his mind pacing.

"Did you hear me?"

"I-I... U-um... Yeah I uh..." he stuttered. You got off of your stomach to rest your back on the headboard. He clears his throat. "Let ya win?" He makes his way to the edge of the bed and takes a seat. "I didn't play this lil' game of yours just to let ya win, princess."

To be honest you were needy, really needy at this point. You've been craving him the entire week but you just had to play it cool and you were starting to get really frustrated. You pouted at his words.

"Hm? What's that look on ya face?" he questioned.

Although you were desperate, you still didn't want to lose to the likes of him. Your brows furrowed as you pleaded him with your eyes, your glossy lips pouting.

"Ah, now ya makin' me feel bad! How could I say no to your pretty little face?" He leaned back into the bed, his arms holding him up. "Well, if ya want me so bad, then go ahead princess. I'm all yours."

He had the stupidest smile plastered to his face. You frowned. It was obvious he wasn't gonna let you win. When he wanted something, he got it- no matter the cost.

"Just admit ya lost and I'll give ya whatcha want."

Easier said than done. You were a petty little brat but you were craving him so bad, you needed him right now and all this chatter was getting you all hot and bothered. "Mammon..." you whined, "Please..."

He sighed. "A bets a bet. If I'm not gonna lose, and you're not gonna lose... then I guess we're waitin' another week," he shrugged as he got up from the bed. You tugged at his shirt before he could fully stand. "Hm?" He paused as he turned to face you. As you stared down in defeat, you could feel him staring back at you with the biggest smirk. "Is this your way of sayin' ya lost to me?"

"W-whatever... just- just tell me what you want," you mutter.

The reward you offered for winning, was that the winner could do whatever they wanted with the loser, pretty simple.

"Get ridda the dress, I wanna see how pretty ya dressed for me."

He takes your place, resting his back against the headboard while you remove the silk gown. He admires you for a moment, the intricate lace hugging the curves and folds of your body beautifully. He's always amazed at how he managed to score you. Of all demons, you chose him and he could never be happier.

He motioned for you to sit on his lap and you do so. Settled over him, you can feel a hard bulge beneath you. You look up at him and meet with his deep blue eyes. "Well, whaddya waitin' for, princess? Ride me." You both frantically toss your under garments away into oblivion.

Once again, you're settled above him. You gulp as you stare down at his growing member, already flowing with pre-cum. You use your hand to guide him to your entrance while your other hand rests on his chest for support. He never fails to surprise you with his size and there was no way you could ever get used to it.

You slowly lower yourself down, feeling your walls stretch around him. You groaned. You weren't even halfway down and you were already having difficulty taking him in. He watched you carefully as you attempted to lower yourself, his dick twitching from the lack of friction. "Fuck, y/n... ya actin' like ya ain't take my dick before," he grumbles.

"I'm sorry you're just... so damn big..." you muttered. He brought his hands to your hips to help guide you down and once you made it all the way down you took a moment to adjust. You slowly started to raise your hips to bounce on him, pressing your hands against his bare chest to hold yourself up. He watched as you rode him, scrunched brows, half-lidded eyes, mouth agape. You were so damn pretty.

You started to pick up the pace, earning a few groans and grunts from him. His hands found their way to your hips, slamming you down while he bucked his hips up into you. Your gasps and moans were music to his ears. "Mammon... Mammon I..." You were starting to come undone and felt a tightening knot in your stomach. You were going to reach your high soon. "Fuck... fuck y/n..." he groaned, "You're so... you're so damn slow!"

You sharply gasped when he grabbed you by your wrists and threw you onto your back. He was now hovering over you. The look he had in his eyes looked as if he was going to devour you, whole. He started to slam his hips into you mercilessly as if some kind of monster had taken control. Your moans grew louder and much more whiney as he rammed into you, over and over again.

"Do ya know how fuckin' crazy ya drove me this entire week?" he breathed. You could feel him smile beside your ear. "I woulda fucked the shit outta ya first day if I didn't hafta put up with ya lil' game."

The only response that left your mouth were your stupid little whimpers and moans of his name.

"You're gonna make up for all the time ya wasted." His pace only got faster, his tip hitting that same sensitive spot again and again. You wanted to tug and pull at his soft white hair, but your wrists were in restraint by his large hands. "Mammon... I can't..." you whimpered.

"Can't what?" he smirked.

"I... I can't take it... ‘s too much..." Your words only made him go faster and it was pulling your insides into knots and twists. "Well I'm sorry princess, but the winner gets to do whatever to the loser, right?" he grinned.

He was abnormally faster than usual today, but it was because of how much he was dying to fuck you. Just because he could restrain himself, did not mean that he didn't wanna fuck you dumb. If anything, the game made him even more hungry for you.

Your fucked-out face had him smiling stupidly as he rammed into you. "Mammon I'm... I'm gonna..." you mumbled.

"Hm? Whaddya gonna do?"

"I'm gonna cum!" you whined.

"Already? But we've only just started princess," he teased, as he placed a sloppy kiss onto your lips. You were seriously about to finish, especially at the pace he was going at.

"Please... let me cum. I can't take it anymore!" you begged.

You looked so good right now. Brows furrowed while your eyes were rolled back, tongue slightly out. "Fuck you're so pretty... do ya hafta finish right now?" he groaned.

You were a moaning mess and it was a struggle to even speak right now. He removed his hands from your wrists and found purchase of your hips. His thrusts were starting to get sloppy and he was also close to finishing.

"Fine," he huffed, "You can cum."

As if on command, you came undone almost instantly while grabbing ahold of his soft hair. The tightening of your walls around him pushed him over the edge and he released into you. "Fuck..." he groaned as he filled up your insides with his hot seed. He continued to thrust into you, not allowing a drop to be wasted.

He started to slow down his pace, and he finally pulled out of you. You smiled as he looked down at you, you were completely worn out. He leaned down to place a soft, but sweet kiss to your lips.

"You happy now baby?" you asked, while wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Mhm, really happy," he smiled.

You lean in for a second kiss and as he pulls away, you notice his smile turn into a devilish smirk. You frown, confused at what his face is for.

"Mkay now turn around, we goin' for round two baby!"

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[anemonelovesfiction]

Petal

Ronal x Human! Reader x Tonowari

Warnings⚠️ : smut, bc who would I be if it wasn’t there… Threesome ish. Face riding, thrusts, holding thighs down, AFAB reader bc I have no originality. Not proofread bc again, depressy.

A little shorter than my long ass stories for my peeps on the run or have a busy day and need their smut sensors topped off :)

I don’t think I used Y/n in here as their nickname for you is “Petal”

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Getting on the island was officially a job. I had no reason to even think about studying the differences between the reef people and the forest people I was used to back home. I didn’t come here to dilly-dally and oogle any of the muscular men I had caught staring- due to my intrusion in their daily lives- but to check in on Kiri and make sure we could wake her up.

I’d told Norm to shove my airway tubes up his ass since Kiri was somehow protecting her airway. He got pissed at me and I walked out, knowing the tsahik was bound to make her way over, almost bumping into her as she walked close. I bowed my head in respect as she walked in and miraculously healed Kiri.

But I was there for the conversation that followed. I could tell how torn Jake was upon hearing that his daughter could never connect to the spirit tree with the reef clan and could feel my heart break at the news. He’d asked me to stay behind, that he’d get permission from the Olo’eyktan and the Tsahik somehow, he just wanted his daughter safe. I barely knew the language but I knew how to do my job.

But being bent over, knee’s spread on the floor to fit this massive Metkayina man behind me, and having my arms splayed out doing nothing as he continuously pumped his thick cock in me wasn’t what I had pictured when I was allowed to stay.

“How can a little demon like you take so much?” I couldn’t bring it in me to answer that question, I kept biting my lip to prevent any sounds from slipping, I had to keep quiet. But the squelching sound being made by the constant thrusts of his cock in my slick cunt was speaking volumes.

“Speak.” He demanded and I whimpered, unable to trust my voice as I knew I’d babble some nonsense or sound desperate. His giant hands were on my hips, moving my body toward whatever tempo he’d set.

“Do-don’t know.” I managed to slip out and I could hear the smirk in his voice as a dark laugh rummage past his lips.

“You’re taking me so well, petal.” He slides out completely, leaving my pussy to close around nothing, the cool breeze blowing past making me shiver. He surprises me by turning my entire body around, laying me on my back, my knee’s were already covered in sand and I knew the slick that slid from my pussy down toward my ass was attracting even more sand, but I could only focus on the pleasure to come as he teases the head in.

“Please-“ I whine just after he’d pushed the head in and stopped to look at me.

“I’m sorry, petal, I just have to see you beg for it.” He says it in a playful tone, as if he couldn’t help himself, rubbing his thumbs lovingly on my hips, I’d forgotten he’d reached down to grab me again.

“Ca-can’t,” I gasp as he shoves his length in roughly, the friction felt delicious, and he only did this when I’d come beforehand, he was always a thoughtful lover.

“Yes you can.” He grunts.

“Need it, ‘Wari-“ I moan as he slides out and goes back in, but he smirks after stopping.

“Doesn’t sound like you do.”

His ears perk up at the voice coming from behind him but maintains his composure, never letting his hands leave my waist, but I whined loudly. Ronal was the first to initiate anything, allowing her husband to find me many moons ago, telling him to have his way with me if I was agreeable. She had a hard time moving around with the baby she carried but still wanted her husband to feel the pleasure she didn’t feel like providing, said something about her kid draining her energy.

“Do that thing she likes, ‘Wari,” She places a hand on his shoulder gently and he turns his head, eyes looking right up at her, and leaning his head down to kiss the hand she had on him.

“N-no,” I could feel the shock coursing through my body as she said that, her eyes were shining as if she had hit the jackpot, I hated when they tag-teamed me. I could feel Tonowari’s determination as he started thrusting me at the pace he’d set earlier, Ronal kneeling down beside her husband, bringing her own hand toward my glistening cunt and collecting my slick and begins rubbing it on my puffy clit, sending multiple shock waves through me.

“Too rough-“ I try to back away from the overstimulation as Tonowari holds my hips still effectively stopping me from pushing away.

“This is how you like it, Petal.” Ronal states as if she was reasoning with me but also in a mocking tone. “Did you need a kiss to make it better?” She coo’s and I felt like I was getting closer.

“Ple-please,” I moan and close my eyes just to have them both stop all movements, Ronal took her hands off my clit, and it wasn’t until that very moment that I had realized she wasn’t being rough at all as my body felt like I was about to come, but it slowly dwindled away and I let out a frustrated grumble.

“Why don’t you have a little taste, my love.” Tonowari says as he gently pulls out of me, making sure to settle my legs down slowly, scooting to the side to allow her to sit between my legs.

“I want her on my face.” She looks up at him through her lashes and a quick flash of worry runs through his eyes. “I will be fine,” She reassures him and lays on the sand herself. He lifts me up pretty easily and settles me down on her mouth, her warm tongue slipping out almost immediately. She finds my clit without trouble and groans at the taste, she’s never really in the mood for sex, but when she was, it hit her tenfold, and usually right after a nap.

“Ro-nal, fuck-“ I whine as I grasp her braids gently, moving my hips along her tongues ministrations, feeling my lips getting caught in her fangs, but not caring about it as I was getting lost in the pleasure. I’d typically have Tonowari in my mouth at this point but could feel his kisses on my neck.

“No English in bed.” He warns after hearing me cuss and I nod. They usually took longer to let me come the more english I used, it was their plan to get me to learn their language faster- but it was working.

“So-rry s-s-sir,”

Ronal manages to hook her arms around my thighs and keeps me captive as she moans and licks my pussy like a starved woman eating her first meal in months, I turn to catch a glimpse of Tonowari lining himself up at her entrance and shoving himself in, I moaned along with Ronal as he thrusted into her cunt. I could hear the sounds coming from behind me and it managed to turn me on even more.

“Can you hear the sounds you are making with your pussy?” I asked Ronal while stuttering and moaning in between most words. But she looks up to make eye contact with me while continuing to eat me out and nods.

“You sound so fi-filthy-“ I stutter as she’d taken the liberty to circle the tip of her long tongue around my sensitive puffy bud. I could practically feel her lips forming a smile across mine.

“Dirty girl,” Tonowari grunts while thrusting in his wife, her moans muffled by my pussy.

“I’m close-“ I close my eyes and my nails dig into Ronal’s forearms, still wrapped around my thighs.

“Look whose filthy now, Petal,” Tonowari speaks evenly, but based on Ronals movements, and my inability to turn at the moment, I could tell he was still thrusting. I had let a couple of moans slip past my lips, gasping, releasing one of my hands from Ronal’s forearm as I bring it toward my mouth to muffle my moans but failing. My hips were grinding over her mouth.

“Come on her mouth, Petal, cover her face,” Tonowari urges on and I could feel Ronal bite my clit lightly and my body seizes on top of hers. Tonowari grunts and curses at the tightness of his wife, she’d probably just came as well, and his steady thrusts were loudly revealed by his come squelching in her pussy.

“Oh,” Tonowari says as I wobble terribly while trying to get off his wifes face, I’ve never done that before.

“She squirted.” Ronal stated excitedly, her eyes wisened with newfound lust, licking her lips and gathering the juices from her face.

“Let me taste-“ He immediately brings her face forward to lick her forehead, but seeing them desperately consume my come was turning me on again, overstimulation be damned, I had to come again.

“Fuck-“ I sigh breathily as I swipe my own fingers inside myself, still feeling sensitive from when Tonowari was inside me.

“Looks like she’s able to go another round tonight. How many was that so far?” I hear Ronal asking her husband.

“Thats her third orgasm.” He responds and I can feel his arm swat my own away.

“Come on, Petal, I want to sit on your face next.” Ronal crawls over to me with a hungry look in her eyes. Her belly hanging low and something about it was driving me wild.

“Then we can let our ‘Wari breed you again, hmm?”

“Yes, yes, please-“ I nodded.

“Looks like she’s tongue drunk, doesn’t realize she’s switched languages on us.” Tonowari chuckles but I’m too far lost with the possibilities of pleasure and the many positions Tonowari would put me in, how Ronal would probably amazonian trib the fuck out of me, and the come that’ll stick on my skin- we might not sleep tonight.

[keithpaladin05]

stolas x reader in which the reader is a lower class demon who isn’t used to all the fancy stuff stolas has and gets frustrated with all the magic

YESSSS OFC LOVE! STOLAS IS MY BABY I WILL PROTECT HIM AT ALL COSTS 💕💕💕

A Little Magic, A Lot of Heart

You had never seen anything quite like it. The palace was a magnificent labyrinth of opulence and extravagance, a far cry from the dingy, cramped quarters you were used to. From the marble floors that gleamed with an otherworldly sheen to the ornate, magical chandeliers that floated above, the palace was a testament to a world you had only glimpsed in fleeting, envious glances.

You were a lower-class demon, accustomed to the simple and often shabby accommodations of the underbelly of Hell. But here, everything was over the top, from the celestial décor to the glittering spells that adorned every corner. You had been invited by none other than Stolas, the powerful and illustrious Goetia prince, for what was supposed to be a simple dinner. However, navigating this world of magic and grandeur had proven to be anything but simple.

"Could you please help me with this?" you called out in frustration, struggling to hold onto the floating napkin that refused to stay in place as it danced around your head like an uncooperative butterfly.

Stolas, perched elegantly on his gilded throne with a bemused expression, flicked his wrist casually. The napkin stilled and gently floated down to your hand, neatly folded as if it had never been a nuisance. His eyes, the deep crimson of a setting sun, twinkled with amusement.

“Ah, it appears the magic is giving you trouble,” Stolas said, his voice a melodious blend of sympathy and mirth. He glided over to you with a grace that made even the air around him seem to sparkle.

You huffed, trying to mask your embarrassment with a scowl. “It’s not just the napkin. It’s everything! I can’t seem to get a handle on any of this magic stuff. It’s like it has a mind of its own.”

Stolas chuckled softly, a sound that felt like a warm embrace. “Indeed, the magic in this palace can be a bit temperamental. It does have its whims and fancies, much like its master.”

You couldn’t help but crack a small smile at his playful self-deprecation. “Is there a way to make it just… normal? You know, like regular objects that don’t float around or change color?”

“Ah, but where’s the fun in that?” Stolas teased, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous light. “Magic is meant to be enjoyed, not just tamed. But if you prefer simplicity, I can arrange for that.”

He raised his hand, and with a swift motion, the magic around you began to settle. The napkin rested calmly in your hand, the floating candles stopped their erratic dances, and even the walls seemed to quiet down, their vibrant hues softening.

“There,” Stolas said with a satisfied nod. “A touch of normalcy for your ease. Though I must admit, I do enjoy the way you handle these challenges. It’s quite charming.”

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at his compliment. “I just don’t want to embarrass myself in front of you.”

Stolas stepped closer, his presence warm and reassuring. “There’s no need to worry about that. You could never embarrass yourself in my eyes. If anything, you make this grand palace feel more... grounded.”

His words, delivered with such sincerity, made your heart flutter. “Really?”

“Absolutely,” he said, offering you a soft smile. “Your genuine nature is a breath of fresh air amidst all the enchantment. It’s one of the reasons I wanted to spend time with you.”

You looked around at the opulent surroundings, now rendered simple and manageable thanks to Stolas’ intervention. “Thank you. It means a lot, coming from you.”

The prince took your hand gently, guiding you towards a cozy corner of the palace where a small, charming table was set with simple, delectable dishes. “Let’s enjoy a meal together, without any more magical fuss. Just you and me.”

You took a seat, the ambiance now pleasantly unpretentious. As you shared stories and laughter, the weight of your worries lifted, replaced by the warmth of Stolas’ company. The palace, once an intimidating labyrinth of enchantment, felt like a cozy haven.

As the evening wore on, you realized that perhaps it wasn’t the magic that made this place special, but the genuine kindness and affection of the demon who resided within it. And in that moment, you knew you’d cherish both the prince and the little bit of magic that made him who he was.

The night ended with a lingering smile and the promise of more simple, heartfelt moments to come. In Stolas’ company, the grand palace was no longer an overwhelming maze, but a place where love and understanding made every bit of magic worth it.

[little-diable]

Summer Storm - Dean Winchester (smut)

Written for my lovely @smellingofpoetry 400 followers celebration – congrats again, love! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean and the reader are sworn enemies, enemies that keep hunting together. As Baby runs out of gas the two find themselves trapped at a beach, waiting for the summer storm to pass. Perhaps it is finally time to let go of their hatred

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, car sex, enemies to lovers, please don't be like these two idiots and go for a dip in the ocean when a thunderstorm is raging

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (about 2k words)

header by @deathofpeaceofmind

There was an uncomfortable silence lingering in Baby, filling the thick tension that grew with every breath exhaled from Dean and (y/n)’s lips. Dean had his green eyes focused on the road ahead, while (y/n) tried to follow the dark clouds moving by, gaze flickering between the ocean and the sky. They were on their way to a new town, set on finding a demon that seemed to keep the town’s citizens on their toes, forcing them to abide by its games. 

It wasn’t the first time (y/n) and Dean were on a hunt without Sammy near, wasn’t the first time both were forced to spend time together, and yet they still clung to the hatred simmering deep inside of them, calling one another their worst enemy. It was pathetic, bound together by a strange kind of hatred they’ve fuelled ever since they’ve met as teenagers, sticking to their routines, trying to avoid one another at any given cost. 

“What was that?” An unfamiliar sound echoed through the air, eyes snapping towards Dean to figure out why Baby was suddenly slowing down. A silent “Fuck” ripped from Dean’s plush lips, hands tightly grasping the steering wheel as Baby came to a halt on the side of the road. 

“We’re out of gas.” It took (y/n) a moment to reply, eyes wide, full of annoyance as she watched Dean close his eyes, head pushed against the headrest. “Shut it, I don’t have the energy to bicker with you right now. I’ll call the nearest gas station, it shouldn’t be that far.” 

With her lips parted, (y/n) gaped at Dean, not used to him speaking with words this rough, dripping with an unfamiliar annoyance. Both were all too used to their back and forth, to the words they’d growl, knowing that the other would react with matching energy. Not once had Dean backed down from a fight, not once had he pulled away, feeling a sick sense of pride in seeing (y/n) growing angry, fueled by his teasing words. 

While Dean pulled out his phone, googling for the right person to call, (y/n) stepped out of Baby, letting the warm Summer air engulf her. Before she could stop herself, her feet had already started walking, sinking into the sandy beach, drawn closer as if the ocean was calling out to her, forcing the woman to embrace the salty air stroking her limbs, eyes meeting the black sky above. 

It took her a moment to notice the raindrops falling from the fast moving clouds, dripping onto her frame. It felt as if the sky was crying, begging the woman to find her way back to Dean, who kept watching her from Baby. (Y/n) was all too oblivious to the way his eyes kept moving with her frame, always watching out for the woman he hated – at least that’s what he forced her to believe. 

“(Y/n)!” Dean called her name, hoping that she’d find her way back to the Impala before the rain would drench her clothes, but she didn’t move. Her eyes didn’t leave the sky once, feeling a strange sense of safety, with the summer rain resting on her shoulders and head, with the roar of thunder breaking through the afternoon. For months they’ve travelled from one town to another, hunting supernatural creatures without getting a day or two to breathe. This right here is what her heart had been aching for. 

“Didn’t you hear me? Come, before you get sick.” Dean’s growling voice forced her to turn towards him, watching the hunter with an almost stoic expression. For a few seconds all (y/n) did was stare at him, studying his handsome features, a face she’d curse at any given chance, not wanting to give into the pull she felt deep inside her chest. Only now did she seem to realise how tired Dean looked, exhausted just like she was, graced by the past months. “Alright, then stay here and get sick, see if I care.”

He turned from her, frozen in his step as she whispered his name. Slowly he turned back towards (y/n), watching her with raised eyebrows. “Let’s go for a swim. We haven’t been near the ocean for months, I don’t want to miss out on this chance.”

(Y/n) had started undressing before Dean could reply, wide eyes following the quick movements of her fingers. Even though his mind screamed at Dean to turn away, to find shelter inside his car, his hands started moving, pulling his shirt off his head. With only her underwear on, (y/n) moved towards the ocean, gasping in surprise as she felt his hand finding her wrist, pulling her further towards the rising waves. 

Both didn’t seem to care about the danger laying ahead, bodies lured into the ocean with aching lungs and trembling limbs. The cold water engulfed them, wrapping itself around them like a second layer of skin. Neither of them dared to speak up, bodies not parting as Dean pulled (y/n) into his chest, arms tightly wrapped around her middle.

“What are you doing, Dean?” She whispered her words, eyes trapped by his piercing ones. Another roar of the strong thunder echoed through the air, followed by more drops falling from the sky. 

“Not missing out on any chances.” Before she could even begin to realise what Dean was talking about, he had pressed his lips against hers. Their lips moved in sync, drawing a soft moan from (y/n), arms slung around Dean’s neck. The kiss was soft, testing the waters as the waves kept clashing against their bodies. Only as their lungs begged them for more air to breathe did they part, eyes not daring to break contact once. A bolt of lightning danced across the black sky, finally forcing the two to leave the ocean, grabbing their wet clothes.

With their fingers interlaced they ran towards the shower placed near the Impala, washing off the sand sticking to their bodies. Not one word was spoken, caught in their racing thoughts, unsure what to make of the past moments, wondering where their confidence had come from, breaking through their old patterns. The kiss had felt all too right, as if their bodies had been aching for this to happen ever since they’ve crossed paths, pushing them into their anger to protect their hearts from ending up broken in half. 

“Here, this should work as a towel.” Dean pushed a clean shirt of his into (y/n)’s hand, helping her into the backseat before he rounded the car. With another shirt of his Dean also started drying his shivering body, not yet ready to break the silence. Both were sitting next to one another, just in their underwear, with their eyes focusing on anything but one another. (Y/n) was shuddering in the seat, hands moving up and down her arms in a desperate try to warm herself up as she watched the raindrops roll down the windows. 

The whisper of her name filled the car, eyes slowly moving towards Dean, meeting his eyes that were filled with pain, wordlessly begging her to give in, to stray from the hatred they’ve clung to. As if their bodies knew how to tear down their walls, they moved closer, tangling them in a mess of limbs and lips, kissing one another as Dean pushed her down on the seat, towering over her. Perhaps it was their try to warm one another up, forgetting about the cold lingering inside their bodies, but perhaps it was their lust they’ve tried to bury six feet under years ago, finally giving in. 

“Fuck, let me touch you, please.” Dean murmured his words against her slightly swollen lips, fingers dancing up her sides, toying with her bra. Wordlessly (y/n) nodded her head, unable to use her words with her tight throat and her dry mouth. She wasn’t used to feeling something this intense, wasn’t used to her body reacting like this to Dean’s touch, but fuck, she never wanted to let go of this feeling ever again. Her bra was tossed to the front of the Impala, long forgotten as Dean’s mouth found her chest, kissing every inch of her body, making sure to love on every part of her. “So beautiful, fuck, been wanting to touch you for years.” 

His words drew a moan from her lips, eyes fluttering close to focus on his touch, on the way he kissed his way down her stomach, pushing her panties down her legs. With trembling hands (y/n) pulled Dean back up towards her for another bruising kiss, gasping as his hardening cock rubbed against her dripping cunt, giving her just the right amount of friction. 

“Fuck me, Dean, need you inside of me.” Her voice trembled, struggling to form any words as Dean kept grinding his middle against hers, distracted by the heavenly feeling. With one last kiss pressed to her lips, he let go of her, reaching for his wallet to pull a condom free. She watched him free his cock, watched him roll down the condom before he aligned himself, eyes searching hers. He pushed into her slow at first, allowing them both to adjust, not used to their bodies meeting like this, moulding together.

With one hand placed next to her head Dean moved his other hand down her body, fingers finding her cunt, rubbing circles on her bundle of nerves, drawing sinful moans from her. (Y/n) was trembling beneath Dean, eyes struggling to stay open, drawn in by the intense sensation, clinging to the newfound mixture of emotions filling her veins. Her head was spinning, unsure what to focus on, on the groans leaving Dean whenever she clenched around him, on the way his eyes were filled with such an intense gaze, or the nearing orgasm he forced her closer towards. 

“Feels so good, shit, don’t stop.” (Y/n) kept blabbering away, gasping for air whenever his cock met her swollen spot, unsure how long she could keep holding on. Both were urged on by the tension that had grown over the past years, bodies begging them to touch one another, finally allowed to do so, thanks to the summer storm and the gas Baby was aching for trapping them here. Her fingernails left scratches down his arms, clinging to him, needing to feel every part of him close. 

“It’s okay, baby, let go, I got you.” Her moans filled the car as her orgasm clashed through her like the waves rolling ashore, a beautiful spectacle Dean couldn’t help but marvel at. He gave it a few more thrusts, letting go with a moan rumbling through him, trying not to collapse on top of her. 

“Fuck, whatever that was, we need to do it again.” Dean murmured the words against her neck, face buried in the crook of it, deeply inhaling her sweet scent, mixed with the salty water still somewhat clinging to her. Her body shook beneath him, soft laughs filling her as she combed her hand through his hair, still trying to catch her breath. 

Both would have enough to talk about, needing to figure out where to go from here, but for the next few moments, they’d just listen to the sound of the summer storm, to the waves roaring near, and to the singing of their racing hearts.

[yanderesimp2000]

Asmodeus x GN reader

ANOTHER NON YANDERE POST WOW

Be prepared for lots of posts im on my grind

also my request are open :)

tws None since Ozzie is also perfect

first time righting Ozzie please give feedback

tags, established Relationship,snuggles,fluff,fur, not public relation ship,teasing,care, and just good vibes as usual

also theirs a un mentioned time skip between leaving the house and breakfast

You woke up to sound of sizzling bacon and eggs Ozzie had woken up early as usual to make breakfast for the both of you, You were still tired but hungry stumbled into the kitchen "thanks for making breakfast your a life saver" you say in a happy tone Ozzie giggle and said "Of course.~ I can't help but dote over my little lovebird~" he giggled playfully. He set your plate of breakfast down in front of you, then set his own down besides it. He sat down, grabbing his fork and knife to eat. You start to eat it and as usual it's delicious you tell him "it's delicious as usual" in a high coo "I'm glad you like it baby~" he chuckled, taking a bite of his own food before leaning over and kissing your cheek. you get flustered in a instant and start and start blushing

He giggled, noticing how red your cheeks were. "Aw, are you blushing, babe?~ You look really cute when you get all flustered." He took another bite of food "s-stop" you say playfully "Im sorry your just adorable" he says in his low soothing voice Ozzie chuckled, grabbing your chin with his other hand before leaning in to kiss your lips gently. "You're to cute~" he smirked. as you two start passionately kissing once you two are done you eat breakfast while talking about what ever crossed your mind until you cleared both of your plates

AT 19:35

while you were on your phone you hear ozzie calling you "You need to do something for me, babe." "what" you reply "Come here." He got up, taking your hand and lead you away from the kitchen table and into his office - closing the door behind him. He leaned against the door, pulling you close before wrapping his arms around you. He smirked, looking down at you. "I have a question I need you to answer for me." you giggle and said "what" playfully "do you think I spend enough time with you or should I cut some time from working" you just laughed and said " babe you spend plenty of time with me" Ozzie had always been insecure he was always worried he was being a bad partner but you tried to support him "Are you sure?~" Ozzie smirked, brushing his thumb over your cheek. "yessssss" you said Ozzie smiled, leaning down to give you another gentle kiss. "Alright then.~ That's good to hear. He kissed your cheek again, ruffling your hair a little before letting your go. "Is there anything you want to do tonight?" He asked with a smile. "whatever" you replied just happy to be with him you were never really demanding since he's just a high ranked demon and your just a hellborn you always just listened to him even though he hated how you never shared your opinions but at the moment He just chuckled, grabbing your hands. "So, how about that picnic we've been promising each other?" Your heart melted you guys have always been talking about it but you thought he forget "y-you remembered" you said surprised

"Of course I remembered cutie." Ozzie chuckled, kissing your forehead. "Do you want to get ready now?" You giggled and replied "yes" He smiled and pulled you closer to him, kissing you softly. "Alright, then let's go." Ozzie let go of your hands, heading to the bedroom to finish getting ready. after you two get ready you guys leave his penthouse. The two of you left the Penthouse, heading down to the park which was nearby. It was a beautiful day and seemed to be devoid of anyone else. Ozzie was holding your hand and smiling softly, humming a little song as you walked beside him. After a bit of walking he finally came to a stop in the middle of the park, underneath a beautiful tree as he set his picnic basket down on the grass. "Here we are, baby." you looked at the spot a perfect place "aww its perfect" you cooed "Just like you." Ozzie was a very flirty partner he always was complimenting you and it felt soo good and you tried to praise him just as much he smirked, taking one of the blankets from the picnic basket and spreading it out in the grass. "aww your to nice" you said gently

"You deserve me being nice to you." He chuckled, taking out some food from the basket and laying it out on the blanket. There were sandwiches, chips, some fruit, bottles of soda and water, and of course some desserts. Ozzie was also laying out all the plates and utensils. Your mouth was watering as you said "oz it look so good" "Only the best for my little love bird." He laughed, sitting down on the blanket after he finished setting out everything. You blushed and gave him a kiss on the cheek Ozzie blushed then smiled, patting the spot next to him. "Sit down darling, it's time for us to eat." you blushed and sat down next to him Ozzie started to eat some of the fruit before he stopped to look at you. "So, how are you feeling?" you smiled and said "this is amazing" Ozzie smiled, finishing off his piece of fruit before grabbing a sandwich and starting to eat it. "I'm glad that your enjoying things~" You smile and rest against him He puts his arm around your waist, gently holding you close. "Are you comfortable?" he asked. "yes" you purr "Good~" he chuckled, going back to his sandwich as you did too. Soon he was finished and he looked back at you and smiled, "Done?" "yes" you said finishing up with your sandwich "Great then come here~" Ozzie chuckled as he opened his arms for you to come closer. You blush and snuggle against him He smiled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you more into his lap before hugging you tighter. "I really do love you, you know that?"

"yes I love you too" you say lovenly "You might not realize it but, I'm really blessed to have you as a partner." Ozzie said in a gentle coo "and I'm even luckier to be with you" you giggle "Ah stop it, your going to make me blush~" he laughed, kissing the top of your head. You giggle and say "I love you oz" Ozzie blushed "I love you too, love." Ozzie smiled, leaning his head down to kiss your forehead. He pulled you a bit more onto his lap before rubbing your back. you move onto his lap completely

Ozzie smirked as you hopped onto his lap, kissing your cheek as you did so. "So comfortable in my lap, huh?" you laugh and say "its comfier then a pillow" Ozzie chuckled "Yeah?~ well then, do you think your going to fall into a deep sleep in my lap?" He smirked, looking straight at you. you playfully laugh and say "stopppp teasing me" he laughed, squeezing you a little tighter. "What? Are you sleepy?~" He teased. you get all flustered and try to hide your face Ozzie laughed, squeezing you a little tighter. "What? Are you sleepy?~" He teased. "no" you say playfully "Oh yeah? You sure about that?~" ozzie smirked while still squeezing you tight. "yes" you say in a playful manner "Aww its okay I'll carry you back home If you fall alseep" Ozzie teased

He started to hum a little tune again as his hands moved to rub your back, giving you a small kiss. you chuckle a little and blush he continued to kiss your cheeks before kissing your forehead. "You're so cute when your flushed." He pulled you a little tighter to him, wrapping his arms around you. You yawn starting to get even more tired He smirked and kissed you on the tip of your nose. "Your my sleepy little love bird~" you blushed digging your face in between his legs Ozzie giggled, kissing your hair. "Is my love bird a little embarrassed~?" He kissed your forehead again, patting your head and ruffling your hair a little. "You really are adorable you know that?"he laughed before saying "its okay you can fall asleep I'll carry you back" Ozzie has always been supportive and kind so this was nothing new you deicide to stop fighting it and allow yourself to doze off Ozzie smiled as he watched you, his hands moving down your back to hold you even more closely, cuddling you against his chest. "goodnight sweetie he teased as you dozed off"

AFTER YOU WERE ASLEEP

ozzie giggled and said "their our like a light" while picking up all the mess and putting it back in a basket he eventually was finished and he picked you up and walked home "don't worry babe I'll be with you in bed when you wake up" he cooed

THE END if you enjoy please like and follow

[delusionalwings]

I have a quick suggestion for your fics, MC finally breaks down and starts crying for being in the situation they’re in, just a suggestion

― synopsis -> when you finally break down and cry

― characters -> lucifer, solomon, leviathan, diavolo

― gender neutral reader

― headcanons

― warnings -> yandere content, not comforting, cruel

― a/n -> you didn't mention the characters so i just chose on my own :^)

LUCIFER

He watches you calmly with a smirk plastered on his face for a while before boredom sets in. Listen, he enjoys tormenting human beings just as well as the next demon, but there are finer distractions in life. How long are you planning to cry? He is a busy demon, you know? It's fine to moan and whine when he gets mean, but know when to stop. Now, he can't really have you getting traumatized and broken and dehydrated and hell knows what happens to that fragile body of yours. Who will he play with then? You are quite convenient to tease, quite the intelligent little pet he loves to amuse himself with.

So, he scoops you up in his arms and sighs disappointingly. He expected better but it's fine. It's his responsibility to train you to always please him. Once in a while, he can indulge you and take care of you too. He lulls in your ear in perfect coordination with your sobs. It would have been sweet if only he cared for you, and if he hadn't torn you apart from your loved ones.

LEVIATHAN

He moves as far away from you as possible. Fear overtakes his limbs till he feels that he can't breathe on land. Oh, you wretched noob! You know that he can't work under pressure. Why should you break down in front of him? N-N-Now you are shaking like a baby. He w-w-wants Hell to open up and swallow him.

"[Name], d-d-don't cry. I will cry with y-you otherwise."

It's supposed to be a warning but in your delirium, you pay him no mind. You just can't. So, he begins crying too and somehow your bodies come nearer followed by him hugging you. Your warmth calms him down, your scent makes the world a worthwhile place to live in so he tries to pat your back.

He sniffs, "I-It's g-g-going to be fine. I w-w-will take care of you like you took care of me. So p-p-please stop crying."

SOLOMON

Shhh, little one. When he hears you sobbing, his delicate heart shatters. Nevermind that it is partly his fault. It is always his fault, just the tiniest bit but he doesn't focus on that. With a flick of his fingers, he can make your situation better but no. Watching over in a neutral capacity isn't enough either. He needs to make it worse. Human beings are so fragile - he was one too a long time ago - that he can't help but be amazed at their portrayal of emotions. He wants to own every tear, every smile that you bless him with. You are his to make and break, just like his social experiments. He wants all of it, to comfort you, to look after you after he had made you cry. Surrender yourself to your master. Now, he coos in your ear.

"Little bird, don't cry anymore. Shh, I am here. It will be fine as long as we are together."

There will be more instances of you crying in the future. Solomon just likes to be the reason behind your mood.

DIAVOLO

Oh, marvellous! What grand tears fall from your eyes! He has never cried in his life, well not publicly, so he is more curious to know about your experience. Without approaching you, he stands in his spot and admires your shivering body. It's very unbecoming of a noble but that doesn't matter. You are his lover, so he can just be his true self. You will feed his curiosity without considering him cruel, won't you?

When you try to cocoon yourself in a corner, mostly because you feel his hungry eyes on you, he sulks. He wants to see the expressions that you make. Don't rob him of the delight. One would think that you were in the wrong for feeling pain. The Devildom can be indeed cruel, and the prince even more so.

The sad part is that Diavolo knows that he should be there to make you feel better, and he mostly is, but sometimes, his curiosity gets the better of him and he just likes to stand there and watch you. Watch you till your sadness morphs into discomfort.

The questions are resevered for when you feel better.

Later, to make up for his behavior, he likes to light scented candles (learned from Asmo) to help you relax and buy you whatever may comfort you.

[anikasheep]

YOUR CATLIKE SHEEP wants your attention The Almighty Three (Lucifer/Diavolo/Solomon)

warnings: mc as your name, fluffy and kissing, don't like don't read

REBLOG AND LEAVE COMMENTS ARE WELCOME!!

COMMON

Today you decide to be alone with him! With your homework, the book you want to read, headphones, charging cable, and DDD, you ask for his permission and enter his room.

Time passes slowly as you write, finish your homework, and read the books you want to read, today’s Devildom is a bit boring, then you look at him on the other desk with a frown on your face.

He doesn’t realize you're looking at him, or even if he does, he doesn't care. He continues to be immersed in the paper in front of him and in his own inner world.

However, you are too bored, so you pick up your headphones and DDD, and come to his seat…

Lucifer

“Lucifer.” You whisper his name.

He gives you a confused glance. The moment he saw you, those irritations and unpleasing seemed to melt. His shoulders relaxed a bit, and his eyebrows didn’t knit together anymore.

“Hmh? What’s wrong, MC? Do you need something?”

You shake your head, and point at his lap.

“Could I lay on your lap, please? I want to be close to you.”

Lucifer raises his eyebrows, and then he slowly nods his head.

“I didn’t expect that you’re that bold, but I don’t have any intention or reason to say no, am I?”

He pats his left thigh, his voice is low and full of seducing and musing.

“Now come here, if my sheep want some attention, who am I to say no to them?”

Be careful, MC. You would get his hand without gloves to keep stroking your hair from time to time.

Lucifer might ask about your opinions so you’re actually the one who needs to pay attention.

He would hum some melody only you two could hear, and those melodies might lull you to sleep.

If you fall asleep, his coat will shelter you, this would make him feel like you’re under his wings, and there’s nothing that would make him feel more satisfied.

Maybe his other brothers would try to sneak into his room, but he’s set a whole spell already so that wouldn’t be that easy. He won’t let his brothers interrupt his time with his sweet little lamb.

Diavolo

He raised his head up before you called his name. The tired smile almost paused you to ask the request you’ve had for a while.

“Aaahh, MC. Can I do anything for you?”

You nod and point at his lap, while you ask him the favor.

“Can I… accompany you like this? I’m too bored and kind of miss you.”

You are both shocked by your blurry, you swear that you saw Diavolo’s pupils turn thinner for a moment but return to normal after you blink your eyes.

He shows you his hearty laugh once again, and then he leans his back onto the back of the chair.

You shift your feet to the other one when he just smiles.

But you feel yourself pulled to a warm and firm chest in the next moment.

The vibrations of his chuckles send to your heart and spread to the whole body.

“My my, look who I’ve found myself. A pure and totally innocent sheep who doesn’t know what they just said to A DEMON.”

Diavolo rests his cheek on the crown of your hair, his left arm engulfs your waist, and his thumb starts stroking the delicate skin through your clothes.

“…Lord Diavolo?” You nibble your lips to attract the urge to wiggle out of his grasp and giggle cause of the tickle feelings.

“I won’t let you feel bored, MC. However, I still have some papers that need me right now.”

Diavolo nuzzles his cheek on your head again, he grins when you move to a comfortable position on his lap, your arms around his neck, your plump lips brushing over his jaw making him shrink and growl lowly.

“Tempt me more, MC. The dance would continue until tomorrow… I assure you.”

Solomon

This sorcerer is too focused on his study to notice you, so you sit beside him simply, find the perfect timing, and lay your head on his lap.

His surprised eyes glanced down at your pouty face and chuckled.

“Are you a cat, MC? Need your teacher’s attention that badly?” His teases didn’t stop the blushing on his face.

“I’m not a cat, but I still want your attention. But don’t mind me, just give me a kiss and keep working.”

He mumbles something before he shares a soft kiss with you.

“So bossy, my apprentice is a boss cat is not what I could expect, but I love them anyway.” ”Heard that and I love you too, my not-a-sheep-but-more-like-a-demon teacher.”

“Heehee, oops. But I’m hurt that you call me not a sheep, now let me attack you by kissing you more.”

“Solomon, aren’t you should finish your report.. umph…”

[abiggerphrooblem]

Five Times Jonathan Was a Gentleman

Synopsis:

“When have you ever been a gentleman?” they whined anyway.

His eyes flashed with another predatory look. “You have no idea how many times I’ve been a gentleman.”

-- Mutually Assured Destruction, Part 10

All the times Jonathan had very impure, ungentlemanly thoughts about civilian.

CW: Explicit thoughts about sex, some dark fantasies that edge into dubcon.

Part one

Jonathan was considered many things: utterly ruthless, mercurial, manipulative, greedy, paranoid. All traits society considered despicable and he considered necessary for survival. But one thing he and society could agree on was the importance of being a gentleman.

There was a distinct difference to him in hurting someone for kicks and hurting someone because it was necessary. And just because he was willing to do the latter didn’t mean any other time he couldn’t value manners and decorum.

But Civilian tested that theory ever since the first moment they spoke.

Of course, he had noticed Civilian long before the elevator ride. He noticed how much they noticed and yet no one noticed them. They had the exact unassuming, quiet aura he tried so hard to project, slipping underneath everyone’s attention. And yet Jonathan did not slip underneath theirs.

It drove him a little mad trying to figure out the reason why, assessing his behaviors, his look, his clothes, for any hint to his true nature. But he had never even spoken so much as a “good morning” to Civilian. They had no reason to avoid him and yet took great pains to do so.

It made that confrontation in the elevator so much sweeter for it.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re doing here and I don’t want to know. If I tell anyone about you, it will blow my secret too. So just . . . let me stay out of your way?” Civilian pleaded, the sweet sound of his victory. “Please?”

Having  Civilian backed against the wall, feeling the jackrabbit beat of their heart, the breath stuttering in their lungs, the blood racing through their veins, he had a very ungentlemanly thought flare up in his mind.

He wondered what would happen if he leaned his body against theirs and kissed them. If they would let him, too afraid to stop him. If they would whimper, the sound vibrating in their throat.

If they would kiss back, pliant as putty against him.

A ridiculous thought, honestly, not to mention a little disturbing. He was a ruthless bastard, yes, but even he had limits of the kind of tactics he used for intimidation.

And yet, when he opened his mouth again, the offer of a date came spilling out, unprompted and unplanned. Of course, after his split second of horrified shock, he spun into a perfectly logical plan, so airtight he almost fooled himself.

That evening he paid for dinner, let them set the pace and boundaries for conversation, and escorted them to their car, because he was a gentleman. Deep down. In his own way.

He couldn’t stop himself, though, from teasing them about a goodnight kiss. Just as he couldn’t stop himself from imagining that wide-eyed flush on their face as he took that good night kiss.

Part Four

Did he enjoy horror movies about vampires and demons and other impossible creatures? Absolutely — ever since he was a kid. But watching Civilian squirm in their seat as they ripped the napkin to shreds proved far more entertaining.  Just as watching them take in Rothke for the first time, Jonathan found himself rather mesmerized with their reactions.

At work Civilian tried so hard to pass as a boring, timid little mouse. They hid all the best parts of themselves — their wit, the spark of their anger, their bravery. And now, every Saturday, Jonathan looked for more and more ways to uncover vibrant parts of Civilian, like digging for gems in a coal mine.

He could feel the artificial fear coursing through them. Their heart leaped with each jump scare, their blood pounded with the thick anticipation of the monster on screen. Sometimes they even forgot to breathe until Jonathan sent their lungs stuttering as a reminder. He could even feel their teeth grin in their clenched jaw.

They felt so alive.

It took nearly a half hour before their self-restraint broke and they screamed at the sight of long black tentacles bursting through someone’s chest. Jonathan felt merciful, so he traced his fingertips lightly over their inner wrist, reveling in the pounding rush of their blood, before tangling their fingers together.

“Should we leave early, before you wet yourself?” he found himself murmuring against their ear.

They shuddered, spine trembling, teeth biting against their bottom lip.

Fascinating, he thought.

“Why did you pick this movie?” they hissed, sounding like an angry cat.

“Maybe that’s my power — I’m not afraid of things that aren’t real,” he retorted, making sure to brush his lips against their ear as he did so.

“Maybe your power is being an obnoxious prick,” they muttered, scrunching further down in their seat.

He wondered if they would shiver again if he bent down and pressed his lips against their ear, if the tip of his tongue darted to trace the curve of it. Or would they just bite their lip harder as he traveled down their neck, scraping teeth over their pounding jugular and feeling the flush bloom in their bloodstream.

What would it take to get them to gasp, knowing they were in public surrounded by a hundred people? Sucking hard at the junction of their neck and shoulder. Licking a stripe back up to their jaw? Murmuring low in their ear exactly what he could do to them in the back of the theater while everyone stayed distracted?

He’d never know, of course. He was a gentleman.

Part 5

The truth had to come out sooner or later. As much as he enjoyed their little guessing game, it couldn’t last forever. He had to admit he got uncharacteristically angry at their clear dismissal of his power. As if he were one of the dime a dozen telekinetics on the street corner moving pennies and bending spoons for spare change. As if being one those telekinetics wouldn’t have made his life infinitely more bearable. 

He may have lost control of some of his perfect self control revealing to Civilian just exactly the kind of person they were dealing with. Their heart fluttered like a bird beneath his power, moving more and more sluggishly as he slowed it down and then thrashing as he sped it up. 

There was nothing more intoxicating than having someone completely at his mercy. It satisfied the darkest parts of his mind, as did the sudden vision of pressing Civilian further against the rock and kissing them until they couldn’t know if their lack of breath came from his power or his touch. He could slip into their jeans and their synapses and make them come uncontrollably while they shivered against him, fear and arousal mingling into a maddening cocktail. 

Those thoughts evaporated when Civilian collapsed to their knees. That was when he realized he may have gone too far. He stood by his reasons -- Civilian’s cavalier attitude was dangerous to them both and he had grown rather fond of them. It would be a shame to have to kill them to protect himself and his interests. 

But perhaps he shouldn’t have played with their heartbeat. 

“ . . .Civilian?”

Now, he could feel the symptoms of their panic attack gripping their body. Worry fluttered in his chest. What if they had a weak heart already? Fuck, what if he caused their heart attack right here?

Kneeling down beside them, he took hold of their heart and lungs, smoothing out the staccato jerks of their pulse and breath. 

“Breathe, Civilian,” he murmured. 

What was wrong with him, comforting Civilian so soon after threatening them? He should have left them on this mountain top. He should have killed them in their car that night in the elevator. 

Instead his thumbs reached out to wipe the tears from their cheek, almost as if someone else was piloting  him. His powers tilted their chin up to look at him, as if he needed reassurance. 

“I’m not getting out of this alive, aren’t I?”Civilian whispered. 

Guilt left a sour taste in his mouth. He didn’t feel it often, had made it a habit not to in fact. Now it twisted in his gut like a snake. Civilian shook at his feet, having no idea how much power they had in their hands over Jonathan’s future. How much fear they cultivated in him. 

“That depends on you,” he said, trying to be kind. It wasn’t their fault he didn’t trust anyone. It wasn’t their fault that he  picked their bank to work at, that he noticed them despite their best efforts to hide. 

“I like you, Civilian,” he admitted. It wasn’t even a half lie or an obscured truth. “I have no desire to hurt you. But I have a goal I must complete and no one can get in my way, not even you. If you don’t fear me, you may feel emboldened to do something stupid and reckless and heroic. And then I would have to kill you. Do you understand?”

They nodded and relief broke inside him. Civilian would go home, sleep this off, and they could resume the comforting routine of their false relationship.  And maybe Jonathan would sleep better, no longer worried about Civilian running their mouth to the wrong people. 

“Good.”

He offered them a hand and they took it, to his surprise. They swayed on their feet, rising too soon. Jonathan steadied them with an arm around their waist the urge to kiss them again flashed like a camera bulb in his head. A soft kiss, sweet and reassuring with just enough filth to distract them from their fear.

“Civilian?” he murmured, unsure of what he was even asking. His face leaned closer to theirs an inch or two, without even thinking. A stray tear glittered in the corner of Civilian’s eye, sparking the harsh reminder of what he had just done to them. 

A kiss would not fix this. 

“Shall we head back?” he asked instead.

He was a gentleman, after all. 

Part Eight

The guilt on the mountain could not possibly compare to now, with Civilian dead asleep on his couch, fighting off a high grade fever because of him. Because their fear over what he might do to them overpowered the sane decision to stay home sick. Because they thought him a murderous psychopath that would kill them for the slightest hint of paranoia. 

Any hope had about things returning to normal was obliterated in that first painful work lunch on Monday. Civilian acted like a wooden cutout of themselves, giving him one word answered, eyes flickering to the door, looking as if he had already signed their death warrant. 

But he had hoped, given time, the chill could melt back into their previous camaraderie. 

And then they showed up to work with a 102 degree fever. 

Jonathan believed in necessary suffering. Especially if it were necessary for his continued survival. But this was not necessary. Civilian making themselves sick with the constant fear of their uncontrollable and impending death was not necessary. 

So he had no guilt about essentially kidnapping them and keeping them at his apartment so long as they continued to improve. It had been a very long time since he had taken care of anyone else but himself, and those memories were kept locked away in a box that hurt too much to think about. 

But he found it easy to keep them hydrated, cook them soup, let them watch their stupid, infuriatingly addictive design show. 

As the show progressed and he gave up any pretense of pretending not to watch it, he couldn’t help the thoughts that slowly crept in, how else to care for Civilian:

Washing their hair in the shower, rubbing the soapy loofah over their back and thighs and chest in sure, slow passes. Getting on his knees and pressing them against the shower wall and not stopping until he could taste their orgasm on his tongue, even if he drowned. Sitting them on his lap on the couch, cradling them against his chest as he fucked them with sweet and steady strokes. 

The sound of Civilian struggling to sit up snapped him out of his daydream. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, somewhat exasperated. 

“I’m getting more tea,” they said.

“I’ll get the tea. You start the next episode. I need to see that prick get eliminated.”

“I can make my own tea by now,” they protested. 

He snatched their empty mug regardless. 

“Sit. You won’t lift a finger while you’re here, whether you like it or not.”

A gentleman always takes care of his charges. 

Part Nine

As much as he loved Shakespeare, as much as he loved watching the sheer unadulterated delight on Civilian’s face as they watched the play, Jonathan wanted nothing more than to drag Civilian out of the theater. He wanted nothing more than to find a darkened hallway or a bathroom or even their car in the edge of the parking garage. 

He wanted to kiss and lick and bite them, he wanted to hook their leg around his waist and buck into them, he wanted to take them with a hand over their mouth and his mouth on their neck with a ferocity that quite frankly worried him. 

He had to reckon with himself, as Benedict and Beatrice reckoned with their own feelings, that he wanted Civilian. Not as a distraction, or a manipulation, or a way to stroke his own ego and live out his own twisted fantasies, but just wanted them. He liked them, liked simply being around them. 

Ridiculous. 

The horrifying realization followed him into the suspiciously sticky interior of the old arcade he let Civilian drag them to because he didn’t want the night to end just yet. 

And he had reason to suspect that maybe Civilian would let him fuck them, that part of them wanted him even though it went against their precocious morals and complicated dynamic. 

He had a feeling, judging from the spike of heart rates when he got near, the stolen glances at him, the way they hugged that hideous frog plush, that if he pushed them against the door of their car and kissed them senseless they would have no objections. 

But he didn’t fuck them in a darkened hallway or kiss them in a parking lot because Jonathan would be leaving soon. And a gentleman didn’t kiss and run. 

But goddamn, did that restraint take all his self control that night. 

[hitomisuzuya]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN?! NO WAY.

SO.... I've been in a complete Xiao kick lately, for some reason. Could I request a fluffy confession followed by smut?

I really don't have many preferences, just afab reader and preferably dom Xiao.. I'm just down bad for anything related to him right now.

~ 🫧 anon

Dom!Xiao x fem!reader. Smut. Fluffy love confession.

a/n: I am keeping a close eye on the poll, everyone. It seems like Scara is gonna be the clear winner with Nagito in second😌 I'm curious to see who wins tomorrow. And hello there, Bubble anon (I couldn't find the cute bubble emoji on my phone😭). I hope you enjoy, and I hope you don't mind that I wrote the reader confessing😌 and Happy Easter, everyone who is reading this.

Tagging @xxventiswindblumexx and @kichikichiko

It all started with you asking Xiao to go on a walk with you. The sun was starting to set, and what Xiao didn't know is that you had a small handful of almonds in your pocket.

You had it all planned.

You asked him to come with you to Wuwang Hill, what you thought was the prettiest place in Liyue.

Your heart started to pound when Xiao abruptly asked you, "What are we doing here, y/n?" You looked so beautiful standing underneath the purple red clouds. He couldn't help but marvel at the sight. "You look pretty, by the way," He breathed out in a shy tone

"I'm glad that you asked, Xiao," You replied, blushing in a way Xiao found totally adorable. You reached into your pocket, and cupped your hand around the almonds.

They were kind of almonds you would put in Almond Tofu. His favorite.

"I love you, Xiao," You confessed, fidgeting nervously, holding out the almonds to him. "Please, accept these almonds as a token of my love for you."

Xiao stared at the almonds in your hand. He blinked once, twice, then three times before he spoke, "You love me?" He asked in quiet disbelief. He didn't think anyone would ever fall in love with him, much less someone like you.

"Yes, Xiao, I do love you. I have awhile now. I mean, I know there are much prettier girls out there than me.." You trailed off, biting your lower lip in a way that made Xiao almost moan outloud. How many times had he fantasized about biting your lower lip as he kissed you?

Xiao's body moved on it's own, his lips crashing against yours in almost an instant. One hand cupped your jaw, his thumb skimming over it. You felt his other hand on the back of your head, pressing your mouth against his.

He pushed his tongue into your mouth, curling it around yours. "Don't say that about yourself," He mumbled against your mouth, his teeth grazing across your lower lip.

Moaning, you.wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his. "I want you, Xiao," You said, reluctantly pulling away from the kiss that left you both breathless.

There was something about your tone of voice that made his cock harden. He swore his brain stopped working a moment. "Then, get down on your knees, and serve the Conqueror of Demons," He growled.

Nodding, you sank to your knees, palming your hand over his hardening cock outside his pants. Xiao groaned, tangling his fingers in your hair before gripping it tightly. "Your mouth is going to look so pretty wrapped around my cock."

Once you took his cock out from his pants, you pumped your hand along it a few times, making him rut needily into your hand. Your swept out to lick the precum off the tip, teasing the tip of your tongue before sucking on it.

"Suck just like that," Xiao commanded, pushing his cock all the way into your mouth, making your throat spasm around it when you coughed. He gave politely gave you time to start breathing through your nose before setting the pace for you, using your hair as leverage to bob your head up and down on his cock.

Your moan vibrated along his cock, making it twitch and throb in your mouth. You flattened your tongue as you sucked, keeping your eyes on him the entire time.

The wet noises your mouth made as you sucked made both of blush because of how lewd it sounded. It turned Xiao on more, making his thrusts sloppy as he fucked himself into your throat.

"I have always wanted to ruin your throat first before I take you back to Wangshu Inn and fuck you raw. I'll make you scream for me while I cum inside of you," He babbled, his eyes transfixed captivated at the drool pooling from the corners of your mouth onto his pelvis.

When his cum painted his throat, Xiao's fingers loosened on your hair, letting you suck until he felt he was spent. You gagged a little before obediently swallowing.

[rengokuswif3]

Meet Me When the Sun Meets the Earth (Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader)

A/N: This is a prompt I came up with long overdue, so here is some angst to fluff! I kind of hate it and it’s shorter than I wanted it to be, but yeah it is missing the Flame Husband hours-

The sunlight always soothed you, it felt like a warm blanket keeping you safe, and it reminded you of your dear husband. Bright, warm, and safe. His hugs felt like sitting outside on a summers day, being enveloped in the comforting rays of the sunlight.

You sat in the beautiful gardens of the Demon Slayer Headquarters, enjoying the serene spring air as you waited for your husband to be finished with his meeting. The meetings usually lasted for some time, but you were prepared to wait as long as it took. After all, he had promised a nice, romantic dinner once he was done. So to pass the time, you admired the gardens that no doubt the Ubuyashiki girls tended to in their free time. Bushes of colorful flowers and trees of hanging wisteria swayed in the breeze, filling the air with their sweet fragrances. Kasugai crows flew above you, delivering messages to and for their masters. You found a bench further into the gardens, sitting on it to bask in the beautiful setting. A couple hours passed, occupying your time with reading and tending to some plants yourself.

“My love!”

You turned when you heard the boisterous voice of Kyojuro Rengoku, the highly respected Flame Hashira of the Demon Slayer core. He strutted over to you with such confidence in each step, as if he were on top of the world. He flashed a bright smile at you when you looked up from some bright colored flowers. You picked a bright orange lily, standing up to tuck it into his hair behind his ear.

“Stopping to smell the flowers, I see?” He teased, touching the lily with his fingertips as he grinned at you.

“Well I had to occupy myself somehow.” You beamed up at him, standing up on your toes to kiss him on his cheekbone. His eyes softened from their usual intense stare, as he leaned down to give you a sweet kiss on the lips. “So how did the meeting go?” You asked once you pulled away, holding his arm that he held out for you as he began to walk you out of the gardens.

“It went splendid! A young new slayer managed to knock Shinazugawa down a peg, even! It was very amusing!” He shouted in his loud voice now, rather than the soft one he used for you and your private conversations. “Ha ha! He even got physically knocked down!”

“Impressive!” Your eyes widened, but you couldn’t help but giggle at the idea of the grumpy Hashira falling on his ass and getting angry from the embarrassment. “I hope that slayer goes on to do great things.”

“I’m sure he will!” He nodded, leaving it at that. “Now, how about that dinner that I promised you, my Y/N?”

“Please, I’m starving.” You nearly drooled, making Kyojuro laugh.

Your heart dropped when his Kasugai crow flew down to the both of you, hovering to tell Kyojuro that he was needed on a mission. You eyes widened when the crow said there was most likely an Upper Moon demon killing people off on a train. He listened carefully to the instructions, before nodding his head. He sighed as the crow flew away, leaving you with a heart filled with dread.

“Kyojuro, please don’t go! You just got here!” You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Y/N, you know I have to.” He said calmly, trying not to upset you further.

“But you promised-“

“I also promised to keep people safe and go when and where I am needed.”

“You’re needed here.” You grabbed his hand and held it to your chest, right above your heart. You desperately tried every excuse you could think of to keep him with you. “Please, we haven’t had a meal together in months now!”

“My love, please.” He said softly as he took his hand from your grip and used it to cup your face gently. His thumb rubbed your cheek, causing you to lean into his touch. “One day, we shall have every meal together. But for now, you know I use go help.”

“Kyojuro, the crow said it was an Upper Rank! What if…What if-“

“Y/N L/N.” He said seriously, before kneeling down before you. “I promise to return to you. No matter the cost. I promise that we shall have that dinner together as soon as I return. Do not worry, I will not leave you so soon.”

Your lip shook as you tried not to let ay tears fall. He hadn’t fought an Upper Moon before, only Lower Ones. You knew he was a strong, courageous and a capable swordsman, but that didn’t ease your mind. Not one bit.

“…Fine. But if you don’t come back, Kyojuro Rengoku, I swear…” You trailed off, a teat slipping past and falling down your cheek. Kyojuro held your hand with both of his, kissing your knuckles before rising to his feet to kiss the tear off your face.

“I will be back. No more than 5 days time. I promise you.” He assured you, voice filled with seriousness and genuine love. “Do you trust me, my Y/N?”

“I…I do.” You nodded, wanting to believe him. But something in your gut told you otherwise.

“Rengoku? Heading out for a mission now?” You both turned. When you heard the cheery voice of the Insect Pillar, Shinobu Kocho.

“Yes!” Rengoku replied in his shouting, confident voice.

“Could it be the Twelve Kizuki?” She asked.

“Most likely! It might even be one of the Upper Ranks!” Rengoku crossed his arms proudly over his chest.

“It sounds like a difficult mission,” she said, noticing your beautiful, normally cheerful features were now filled with sorrow. “But as long as you’re going, Rengoku, there’s nothing to worry about!”

“Yes!” He turned to leave, a hand going to hold your face tenderly. “Meet me when the sun meets the Earth, my love.”

“I will, Kyojuro.” You promised, holding his hand tightly as he walked away, eventually letting go as he left you.

You stood with Shinobu as you watched your husband walk away, until he was out of your sight, off to the Mugen Train.

“Goodbye, my love.”

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-a-Long, Queen of Shadows, day 9

I’m so normal about this chapter set you guys

Ch 52

"Not yet," he said roughly, his own breathing uneven. "Not now.”

BOO

BOOOOOOO

Rowan you TEASE. How dare you.

Please, my crops, they’re so dry. Please. Chomp down on her neck. Mark her up, be a beast, I know you want to do it, SO DO IT! You think Aedion has never heard the sound of people having sex in the next room?!? It’s fine! He’s a big boy, he’ll get over it!

You can be as loud as the hell you want when you’re making love, don’t let the neighbors stop you from having fun; they’ll have peace and quiet when you’re good and done.

Ch 53

AGAIN?!?

(SJM: hey are you turned on? Excited to read a chapter about Rowan and Aelin dancing around the idea of maybe potentially consummating?)

(Me: yeah yeah gimme gimme!)

(SJM: *writes about Dorian filled with doom and gloom and sorrow instead*)

(Me: *sigh*)

Who edited this. Who let her get away with this. I need to know where to send the bill for my whiplash.

Ch 54

Heyyyy well this is a surprise

Kaltain beat back the demon

(With fire) (mmmm)(sounds good I’m pretty sure we can muster some fire)

Good job Kaltain, can you tell our baby boy Dorian!

Ch 55

Lysandra god damn it

How dare you get kidnapped, my crops are turning to dust in the field and I’m so thirsty, I can’t be concerned for you right now

You better not be about to be killed violently like Nehemia

(I can’t keep going through all this intensity) (I CAN’T)(my feelings are all over the place)(what is even going ON)

Ch 56

I feel like I am actually being pranked right now

There is no way

There is no way she can keep getting away with this

Is the next chapter going to be another sad Dorian chapter, SMH

how much longer can these two possibly hold out! Another temptation and another postponement… yeesh

Ch 57

I’m getting so sick of all the war and high stakes stuff happening in this book

I AM IN HELL

Like genuinely I can tell this is important and I should care about what’s going on right now and yet, HEAD EMPTY, DON’T CARE

I WISH I CARED

BUT I DON’T

Ch 58

Plot!

I care a little bit

It made me kinda excited when Dorian managed to talk in his own voice, Dorian, what the hell have you been waiting for? The right moment when Aelin happened to be watching?

Lol

Is grandmother Matron fucking the king?

Probably not, since he has a wife

I just want to see Manon eat everybody, actually

Ch 59

My how the turn tables, CHAOL WANTS TO KILL DORIAN NOW

Chaol, are you fucking kidding me? This whole time you have been the only one holding onto hope

How could you let your hopes die now? Don’t you believe in good triumphing over evil? Weren’t you fighting for a better world, for humanity or whatever? What happened, Chaol? I thought you were on my side.

I thought we were doofuses together

Don’t leave me here to be a doofus by myself

I find Manon so sexy especially how she just effortlessly holds Chaol captive. I still think Baba Yellowlegs is the silliest name for any villain, it just rolls off the tongue in such a funny way. Shouldn’t Manon be glad that Baba Yellowlegs died, though? I mean maybe it’s bad when a witch dies because they’re so strong, but the fact that she died is what caused her and the other clans to join together and rival for a new Wing Leader, sooooo actually, Aelin did you a service, baby. If you look at the bright side. If you are capable of looking at the bright side.

Lol

Yeah! fight each other

Hot!

Ch 60

“If he had been one inch farther behind, it would have hit his heart.”

Aw shit be careful Rowan! You can’t be out here getting mortally wounded! I am so sick of it! Get your act together, what do you think this is, an action novel? NO, dummy, it’s a steamy romance, I don’t have time for your bleeding heart heroics! Literally!

The Manon x Aelin fight is pretty hot actually

I am here for it

Guys this chapter set gave me hell

IT GAVE ME HELL

It wasn’t a very LONG set but boy was it hard for me to pay attention lmao, and I KNEW, I KNEW the stuff happening after the Rowaelin tease was important but I was like what the actual fuck is this! Get back in bed! No! I hate myself - I hate everything!

[wepsi]

Eyes on the road Mammon(smut)

Gender neutral reader, established relationship

Tw: 69, car sex, public sex, exhibitionism, riding, power struggle

Scenario: Lucifer finally releases Goldie from captive, and Mammon decides to take you to the human world and show you a good time!

"The waves on the beach were killer today!"

"Haha just don't splash me like that again!"

"Say, I'm starvin, let's go grab a bite real quick."

There was soft music playing on the radio, and the sun was setting, the beautiful colors decorating the sky. Mammon was driving laxly with one hand on the steering wheel and the other draped over the seat. Occasionally glancing at you and flashing a toothy grin. With his white hair flying in the wind, and tan skin illuminated by the sunset. He looked so handsome, and each glance sent butterflies to your stomach. You've been dating for a while now but he still makes your heart flutter with each glance your way.

With your hand resting on his thigh a wicked idea emerged in your mind. You creep your hand up his thigh, earning a questioning look from Mammon but he also has to pay attention to the road. You sneak your hand finally to the forming bulge.

"Oi! What are you doing!?"

"You want me to stop?"

a evil smile on your face

"I..I never said that!"

You fondle his member through the shorts, making him hold his breath while trying to concentrate, nearly missing his turn. You tell him to continue to drive to the fast food place, and have no intention of stopping. The sun is set by the time you reach the joint, but his cock was definitely not set. Mammon knew not to question you, and decided not to say anything about your hand torturing him.

With the angle on the car and the sky being dim there was no way the lady at the window could see, but the thrill is still exhilarating. Mammon pulls up to the mic and tries to order, but his words were stammering and his face was getting even redder because of it. You calmly place your order, and inch your hand under his waistband.

Mammon pulls up to the window to get the food, his heart is beating so much he thought he might die. Your hand is now firmly grabbing his unclothed length. You strategically pump as he was grabbing the food and had it between the window and the car and almost drops it. You take your hand away, and make him wait impatiently after turning him on.

Mammon speeds off definitely not the speed limit after getting the food, finding a remote corner on the beach. The sun has almost completely set, and just about everyone has packed up their things and gone home. He climbs on top of you in the passenger seat and flustered,

"Oi, what was that all about!"

"Because I love teasing you baby boy."

"Well then you better be prepared, my treasure!"

Mammon clashes his mouth into yours, and starts roaming his hands on you. Pushing a piece of hair behind your ear, brushing his hands past the back of your neck, circling to your chest to give your stiff nipples a flick. Then down to your ribs and thighs which he gave a squeeze. Because there wasn't enough space, he throws you over his shoulder and puts you in the back seats of the car.

Did he forget who was in charge? You get on top of him instead, and clash your mouth onto his, nibbling his lip and dancing with his tongue. This time it was your turn to feel him up, you immediately went for his delicious chest, and gave his nipples a tug which made him moan in your mouth. What can you say his chest is full on displayed. You trance your hands down to his firm abs, tracing them with your finger. Hands finally roam down towards his crotch but his hand grabs onto your wrist.

"Don'tcha think you've played enough baby?"

Mammon sits up and easily picks you up, he is a demon after all, and rotates you so your parts was at his face,and your legs caging his head, he pulls at your bikini strings on the side and your bottoms fall off, he licks a streak up your crotch and starts to please you. Mammon pulls away a second to say,

"D..dd..do m...me too."

You oblige and pull his throbbing length out, and start sucking, struggling because of the position. It tasted slightly salty from the ocean, with the sweat and muskiness he tasted intoxicating. Mammon expertly licks you, causing you to whimper and wiggle, and clamp your thighs around his head. Reaching your limit, you struggle out and push Mammon to lay on the car seats, straddling him. You line him up with your entrance, not being able to wait anymore and have to have him right this instance. You sink down onto him, earning a satisfied sigh from both of you.

Between his precum and saliva it was sliding in and out with ease, he grabs your ass and helps you with relieving himself, The rhythm almost matching the music that was still playing on the radio,

"What if someone sees us, goldie?"

"So what Mammon, let them see, I'm yours."

"T.t..tt..that's right! Your the great Mammon's! I hope they see how good I can please you."

"Oh my devildom! Mammon it feels so good, you're doing such a good job!"

Fueled by the praise, Mammon holds onto your waist and starts thrusting up into you. Both of you moaning loudly now, without the restraint of one of the brothers hearing,

"You feel so good baby!"

With the sweet words and the excitement of possibility of being seen, combined with the car and the love of all your worlds, you quickly reach climax, beckoning Mammon to join.

"Cum with me Mammon, be my good boy."

You throw your head back, and with your walls spasming around him Mammon cums up into you, with the cum spilling out of you. You fall over onto him of exhaustion, riding isn't always easy. Mammon cuddles you sweetly, nuzzling his face into your hair and smelling the faint salt from the sea, then panics

"Ah shoot! We can't get any cum on these nice leather seats!"

He scrambles up to clean both of you up, but don't worry he'll be pleasing you all night at the hotel ;)

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