#﹙ cupcake rush. ﹚: jingyi versless 𖹭 ݁

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a berry crumble please?!

[Afab reader]

Just thinking about being Jingyi's little angel! Being his little helper in the shop and keeping you very close and safe! He wouldn't be so happy if even a single feather was plucked from the small wings behind your ears by some demon that decided to trifle with him. Following him around constantly like a lost dog. An angel, thinking so highly of a demon, a cute one he thinks of you. He'll always hover over you and the customer that hangs around you a little too long. As if the mark on you meant nothing and the feather hanging from his neck meant not a thing. Once the customer leaves though, he'll pull your panties down your legs and get his cock nice and comfortable between your wet walls!!

-🍄

˖⁺. ﹙ the greedy demon alchemist  x afab reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . this pretty cunt is mine, let them know. !! 🍒 :  demon ˖ alchemist ˖ cw : rough smut ˖ slut usage ˖ so much demonfuckery ﹙ verseless jìngyí. ﹚

jìngyí fucks you over his counter to make sure demons remember who you belong to <3

“j-jìngyí w- ah -”

there’s no point in prepping you. you’re always so wet for him after all. the way your walls welcome him in almost immediately. clamping down on that one pulsing vein that has him groaning and roughly bucking his hips up into you.

“say it louder slut. I would like for them to hear.”

he positions you over the counter. pulling your hips back to fuck back on his cock that splits you open as always. stretching you out even more in this half-demon form of his.

“need to make sure everyone knows who this pretty pussy belongs to - huh?”

he parts from your walls. interrupting your sob with a sharp clap of his palm to your leaking cunt. all before his hand pushes your head down onto the surface and bullies his throbbing dick back into you. dripping his black, translucent pre-cum all over your insides.

he makes sure his thrusts are hard. shallow. hips slapping against yours audibly to alert any customers that - we’re closed ! come back when I am done pounding my angel ! -

the moans he pulls from your lips as just as loud. like the greedy demon he is - his hand reaches around and fingers swirl at your clit after shrinking his sharp claws.

he knows just how to make you cum immediately. yet of course he has to scold you for making such a mess.

“are all angels this messy? or are you just a slutty little thing?”

a spank to you ass. he grabs onto the plush flesh and squeezes tightly before snapping into you roughly. all while he leans his towering body over yours. crushing you into the counter and fucking your poor cunt until it remembers who it belongs to. even if it never forgot.

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a berry crumble please?!?

[Afab reader]

Just thinking about looking at yourself in one of those long body mirrors!! Being abruptly pushed against by something you can't see!! But the invisible hand on your back and the hand lifting your hips up feels so familiar!! Your toes are barely touching the ground, and you realize it's Jingyi!!:D How you missed him so!! And then you feel a kiss on your neck and it's definitely him!! And if you weren't sure before, the familiar stretch of his cock entering your cunny would definitely make you!!

-🍄

˖⁺. ﹙ the greedy demon alchemist  x afab reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . watch as I devour you, dear !! 🍒 :  demon ˖ alchemist﹙ verseless jìngyí. ﹚

mirror sex with jìngyí is something else

"j-j -! - ingyyyyiiii."

your excited hum turns into a long, whining moan of his name. not that he minds. if anything it makes his snap his cock into you with greater enthusiasm.

the demon’s hands feel as they always do on your thighs. even if you cannot see then. large and powerful. pulling you back against the wonderful stretch of his cock that has you parting your lips.

a chuckle fills your ears. deep and dark, oh you wish to see his face in the mirror. alas all you can witness is your little body being played with by an invisible force that you can only feel. the squishing of your breasts against the glass. the way that your slit gapes at the way he keeps humping into you.

“mi - missed - missed you - miiisseeddd you ah - ah!”

you feel his claws against the plush of your thighs. a thumb swirling at your clit as his dick pounds harder. eager to make up for the time that he has neglected. the weeks he has spent without feeling your perfect, warm cunt.

oh he needs to make you cry. needs to make you cum. and he will. he’ll keep fucking your tight pussy full of his seed that you can feel, can’t see - but feel. so deep and cold inside of you until you are begging him to show himself.

and while he might not in the moment. you’ll wake up in the middle of the night - flooded by ebony smoke and feeling both of your holes full of him. his face just being physical enough for you to kiss as he fills you up until the morning. your head angled to the mirror at the side so that you might see the way he devours you whole.

[valentine-cafe]

having a baking date with verseless jingyi, where you teach him how to make your favorite cookies together. accidentally getting a little messy, which turns into something to laugh about later... all while you enjoy your hard work with each other's company. what's better than warm cookies, milk, and someone you treasure ? <3 (gn reader)

˖⁺. ﹙ the demon alchemist  x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . you got a little cookie batter there- !! 🍒 :  demon ˖ alchemist﹙ verseless jìngyí. ﹚

you try to make cookies with jingyi

the two of you had been so peacefully making the dough for your cookies. kneading it properly and then putting it into the mixer.

the mixer.

that.

dreadful.

mixer.

admittedly, jìngyí had not paid too much mind to the volume he put it on. . . and suddenly there was cookie dough everywhere.

on you.

him.

the walls and some of the lamps.

everywhere

and he would only stare in shock, eyes locked in on the mixer, until he started laughing when he caught glimpse of your expression. still processing and slowly morphing into shock.

“jìngyí!” you exclaim with worry clear in your tone the second you come back to your senses. making your way over towards him as fast as possible. “are you okay?!”

“i— i am okay- i am okay gods, i apologise dear- i had not looked upon the speed of the mixer-” he says, sharing the same shock and surprise as you. with a hand on his forehead, as he watches the mess around the kitchen.

you are quick to turn the mixer off and immediately collect the dough that could be reused. while he begins making some new dough to mix with the old.

it is safe to say, after cleaning, and many laughs, the two of you got to sit and finally eat your family favourite cookies. enjoying them with milk and tea, whilst chuckling about the incident, and exchanging fond and funny kitchen memories with one another in the mix

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a berry crumble please?

[Afab reader]

Just thinking about being angel reader again!! That gets all jealous whenever someone flirts with Jingyi! Little wings behind your ears fluttering and stomping your foot on the floor because can't they see your feather around his neck? It's the same color as yours!!>:[ So the next time these customers come in, the hickeys you left all over his neck are more obvious to them! You're also there hanging onto his arm, huffing and puffing with fluttering little wings. Giving them your best glare through your pout!!

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˖⁺. ﹙ the greedy demon alchemist  x afab reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . why should i look at them when you are here? !! 🍒 :  demon ˖ alchemist﹙ verseless jìngyí. ﹚

being his little angel assistant has its perks

“Head alchemist. . . who would this be?” The demon to the left asks, with the clearest hints of disgust on their face.

Mere sightings of angels within the abhorration makes most of it’s denizens wish to barf up yesterday’s dinner and today’s hunt meals.

“My assistant and partner,” he replies with no interest in the customer.

He rarely does show any interest, what is the point of doing so? There is work to be done and potions to be made. Though there is a deep mutual understanding for your agigtation when demons cannot catch the hint.

Power hungry, that is what they are. They see his position in rank and believe they have a chance to rise in demonic hierarchy.

It is a blatant thought to have. As if he would even let them try.

With a loud scoff from the demon on the right, you look over at them. Eyebrows knitted together, while angelic eyes stare back with wide irritation.

“What?” You snap quietly, cocking your head to the side.

Unfortunately, there is no fight to erupt. All it takes is one flick of his hand and the two demons are forced to leave. Feet dragging across the ground. They whines and cries for him to forgive them following them out of the door.

Deep breaths sound from your lungs as you watch the scene unfold and end as quick as it was put on. A clawed hand wrapping around your chin delicately to make you look up at the demon next to you.

“My pretty little darling bird.” He mutters, dipping his head down to meet your lips. Taking away your breath again and pushing you into the counter.

“I am yours.”

A whisper full of such love. Back in the day, you would have believed fully demonic descent would be incapable of displaying such emotion. Let alone feel it.

Yet you realised it was very much not what you had thought when you first met this charming man during your fall.

“And you are mine.” He groans against your lips, pulling you close by your collar with the claw of his index. Tearing away at the fabric of your shirt.

You let out a small squeak at the sting that meets the feathers behind your ears as he bites down. Hands roaming possessively.

“Now.” He tuts, pulling away and gazing back at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Get back to work hm? We have a busy day ahead of us.” The sight of your wings drooping slightly left the already boiling cauldron from within his heart spilling over completely. Such a beautiful sight to admire. The frown on your lips and the desperation in your eyes growing.

“And please wake Alessio up too, baobei.”