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[brights-place]

Hi! It’s me again :3

If request are still open can I request another part of that My inner demons but Nsfw/ smut hc’s.

I love angst with all my heart but fluff and Nsfw are close second. And I may have become obsessed when reading it ���️

[My Inner demons ] Daemos x Reader (seperate)

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DO NTO INTERACT

A/N: Sorry for being late to write this anyways! funfact about me I'm a person who is obssessed with zoology and fantasy... so I wanted to add courting rituals from creatures and connect them to the daemos guys TEEHEE. I’d also like to state if you are a minor and continue reading and Im getting blamed for it I am NOT your babysitter I cannot control what you do

Summary: My inner demons but Nsfw/ smut hc’s and small scenes ideas Plus your lovely writer to rambling

A General headcannon I have is that well daemos are kinda like faes. Faery marriage is about unity of consciousnesses into one being. Full of romance and adventure and passionate love. So obviously they'd do the normal courting before you guys ya know Here's the thing though they are freaky they only thought it was to create heirs but here you were showing them you could do it without having to do procreation and they LOVE it DAEMOS MEN ARE FREAK IN THE SHEETS

Asch Smut Headcannons

- Your not royalty you aren't suppose to be with a prince but god how addicted he is to you - royal or not he loves you even if he's shit at talking to you - It's already known if you TOUCH their horns they all get defensive plus you shouldn't touch your partners horns in public... So UHM IMAGINE THAT

- Literally Is trying to understand how to ya know make you feel nice cause all he know is that it's for procreation and to create a heir - But the way you told him it isn't needed for procreation - he was happy to know you'd show him how to do it but still had his scowl - The moment he tried out he was trying not to show his flustered face as he was heaving -  Asch is favorite part on your body is either your ass or your thighs - He likes being able to grope it and hold your shaking thighs during sex - He whimpers like he’ll bury his face in your neck while holding you in a mating press and whimpers in your ear - Does his best to keep it down when needed absently compliments your body as if talking to himself - Oh how he loves when your back laid into his chest as he shoves his fingers into your cunt panting into your neck - Loves when at times you push your fingers into his fisting his cock as you stretched him so well

Rhys Smut Headcannons

- Would you believe me if he's good with his fingers? because he IS - Rhys is a softer dom meaning he is sometimes rough and controlling but he won't hurt you or degrade you... though he does enjoy having power over you - He likes leaving hickeys on less visible spots like your inner thighs, breasts and stomach - He loves your stomach for some reason he enjoys it so much how he can feel himself and see himself inside you - Whenever Rhys sees your body covered in hickeys and love bites while you two are together to study do experiments etc. Rhys would instantly get turned on - He doesn't really have a type but people who are bigger or chubbier and shorter than him interest him more than others but everybody is shorter to daemos - This man when he he's busy would have you on his lap or his thigh riding him/dry humping him

- His favorite position is doggy style obviously though sometimes he loves seeing you sprawled out below him with your tongue out and eyes rolled back in pleasure as he hits that spot inside you every time he thrusts his hips - Would be surprised if you touch his horns when you two are kissing and making out - He doesn't like being sloppy or messy but holy shit when he's stressed you'll be in heaven and also hell because you aren't going to feel anything anymore

Pierce Smut Headcannons

- You like hair pulling? You got it. You like spanking? You also got it. Like choking? Guess what, you got it. He likes being rough but at the same time he's worried he'll hurt you - He likes fucking you doggy style, and choking you from behind the noises you make when he does it drives him wild for some reason - Though he tries not to hurt you...much - man doesn't moan he grunts and if he is close to making a noise he'd bite into your neck -  He enjoys bondage the first time he tried it with you he was quick to use his sord but explained it all to him and was awkward to try it out but gave a small thumbs but

- He is awkward at first but he enjoys how you both seem to find comfort in doing this together trysting eachother though his nails did dig deep into your hips - When he tried it on you enjoyed seeing you in it especially when their tied around your chest the way it makes them stand out more with red rope - WHEN YOU PUT IT ON HIM HE WAS CONFUSED but how he saw you were drooling at how his chest was popping and breaking the rope scared you but heyyyyy you guys now have to make sure to get stronger ones... he may or may not flexed when you asked if he still can move slighty and uhm the rope snapped loudly gave you whiplash - He's big... Very big... - Grip his horns and use them as you wish he’d wince in pleasure

- Of course after care is head pats and small kisses though he is concerned if he hurt you but at the same time he enjoyed how you were sniffling still as he watched your thighs have something drip between them as you panted - of COURSE he doesn't admit nor talk about it but he is majorly into size kink, he keeps thinking about manhandling you with his larger frame as he makes you go up and down on his cock

Leif Smut Headcannons

- He likes to bite, and because of his pointed teeth he will normally leave marks. They heal very quickly but he likes the look of them peppered across your skin. - Leafs favourite position is cowgirl you showed him what it was and he enjoyed the fact of you riding him - Leif drools at how your walls clench and unclench around him - Blood play is a thing for him - He likes seeing the pleasure of your face as you slide down onto him, the first experimental thrust and the moment you feel your orgasm claim you. - He likes to watch you touching yourself, especially from the shadows such a sweet assassin that seems to.. enjoy the way you look and react until you see him - He bites down on your roughly more when you touch his horns when you need to grab on something as he curses in his native tongue - You find out the leif is abit more... possessive during sex if he hasn’t killed anything in awhile bloodlust is soemthing he enjoys - His appetite for blood is huge but heres a thing he loves biting yes flashing his shark like teeth but his favourite part to bite is your tummy whether you're chubby or not he loves how soft it is, how soft you are in general. - Which means he also loves your thighs often laying his head on your thighs or stomach THIS INCLUDES EATING YOU OUT/SUCKING YOU OFF - Man will enjoy overstimulating you leaving marks and grinning like a maniac - Aftercare? whats that when you tell him he grumbled and cuddles you before he goes take care of you in the human way - when he's lazy though? nah just use magic though he enjoys when you kiss his cheek after and his horns too right after which makes him grin again... yeah no your fucked

Noi Smut headcannons

- "Noi is submissive noi is sweet" YEAH SURE BUT AT THE SAME TIME NAH I BET YOU THAT HE'D PAMPER YOU BEFORE AND ASK IF IT'S ALRIGHT BUT RIGHT AFTER HE GETS SO INTO IT THAT YOUR IN BLISS - I don't care if everyone babies him yes he's a good and complex character but OH SHIT HOW HE DOES EVERYTHING CORRECTLY - He'd be stiff at first not getting how to do human courting - Once he gets the hand of it he's kissing you pampering you and teasing your entrance with two of his slender fingers.  - He would finger fuck you slow and would grin at how your face shifts, and when you start making noises he would speed up - Loves how your eyes roll back and drooling Fav position that you showed him? well he loved missionary it's basic but thats the one he learnt first

- He would grab both your legs over his shoulders to start with while he looks at your fucked up face - Fav body parts is probs your man tits/boobs - The fact that they fit just right inside his hands is just perfect to him

- Aftercare he'd do it properly and smile at you happily thanking you for accepting his courting and being with him

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[carapaced]

I’m putting “mansplaining” on a shelf with the other terms the internet isn’t allowed to have anymore like trigger and gaslight. Mansplaining is a specific phenomenon that happens within certain contexts and I feel it’s just been turned into “any conversation that’s mildly annoying you are having with someone who happens to be a man/masculine.”

[alieune]

trying to figure out how to draw the gang in my style

commissions open !

[short-for-jules]

[greykolla-art]

My favourite thing about Alastor is his hoard of gal pals!

He’s just a cool and charming dude that women feel comfortable around…And is also a power hungry eldritch horror.👌👌👌

[gondwana]

Nine inch nails is so funny because its music about how you're the most sick and twisted jokerbastard on earth but he's like definitely just talking about being bisexual and submissive

[disgracefulthings]

Luo Bingge: Mobei-Jun, I'm getting married and I want you to be my best man

Mobei-Jun: No.

Luo Bingge: What?! Why?!

Mobei-Jun: This is the 602nd time you've been married, and I'm sick of being your best man. Each time you want me to make a speech about you, I don't know what to say that I haven't already. "Oh the last time I saw Lord Luo he didn't have 602 wives, but now he does". I'm done, I'm never going to another wedding again

Luo Bingge: Fine! I'll go find someone else to be my best man!

Mobei-Jun: Good luck finding a man that you haven't already killed

Luo Bingge: Well, maybe I think gender roles are bullshit and I'll ask a woman!

Mobei-Jun: ...Good luck finding a woman that you wouldn't immediately marry

Luo Bingge: Fuck you!

[likesomeoneinlovee]

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐣𝐚𝐰

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Summary: A frustration fueled Joel comes back from scouting with a very prominent issue.

Warnings: PORN NO PLOT. Teasing, thigh riding, throat-fucking, oral m!receiving, Joel calls himself daddy (my bad 😵‍💫), pussy & dick pronouns my absolute love.

A/N: this was all written within the span of an hour so my bad, this is what ovulation does to a bitch.

Home alone. For three whole hours.

Joel went out scouting.

Your eyes that whole time had been staring holes into the floral wallpaper of the flat, without much to do -or, more realistically without the man you’ve been thinking about doing all fuckin’ day. It was a draining experience. Your fingernails peeling up the flesh of your thighs as you sunk further, deeper into his living room couch. It smelled like him. The musky scent he wore all seeped into the upholster.

The sound of the front door’s lock clicking once he had inserted the key made your ears perk, hours of listening to your own heartbeat the time you weren’t desperately trying to stimulate your accumulating thoughts about him. The touch, the feeling of his body that you’ve only felt one whole time in which you had never gotten it off your brain. Thick fingers running along the puffy, sopped folds of your pussy, stretching you. Running his free, spit slicked palm over and all the way down his cock to get himself ready. The feeling of his girth forcing into your hole.

You’d never forget.

The door would creak open before you locked onto him. A thick hand wrapped around one of the straps of his supply bag before he dropped it onto the ground next to the door, a long exasperated sigh escaping past his parted lips. Running thick fingers through the greying curls on his head.

“Fuck.”

Cursing, Joel would walk past you and to the kitchen, opening the first cupboard which to his luck had some booze in it. A stale, half empty bottle of said booze. Popping the cap off, taking a swig.

Finding it difficult to look away while the man did something as simple as drink, the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat as the bready liquid moved down the pharynx.

Satisfied from the liquid quenching his thirst he walked back over to the couch, sitting down directly next to you, his thigh touching yours. Hadn’t been able to notice earlier whether it was the angle or how fast he walked through the house, his cock was writhing tightly against his jeans. Sunrays shone through the windows, curtains open. Yellow hued light outlining the bulge. Clearly he had been like this for a while. His worn palms running down his face.

Your lips parted, tongue tied by the sight. It was a test, surely.

With little-to-none resistance your hand reached out to place on his thigh, one of your fingers would stretch to touch the curve sticking out in his jeans, the pad of your index hardly applying any pressure before tracing his dick, watching it jump before you felt Joel’s hand grab your wrist.

“All day- All fuckin’ mornin’, baby.”

Fingers twisting over the skin on your arm, another twitch from his cock would draw in your attention. He’s been waiting.

“You didn’t have to come all the way back here. You have a hand.”

Stating as if there wasn’t a pool of your own slick in the middle of the lace underwear you had only dug through your drawer to find earlier in the day. On your mind all day was this very moment, you had been counting every tick from the clock as you waited for him to walk into the room and fuck your face.

“I swear to fuckin’—“

His legs spread open over the cushion, tapping his boot against the hardwood. Impatient.

To reiterate again, waiting all fucking day. Now with you here the thought of waiting another second had him struggling. Wearing loose boyshorts around your hips as you sat there he’d lean over you, hooking his finger to the hem before yanking them off those pretty legs. A palm he had placed on your low stomach now sliding til his hand was underneath the white, lace panties he oh-so-loved. His tall finger slipped past your clit, into your swollen slit. You’d mewl.

Soaked.

“Knew it.”

He yanked you onto his thigh, moving his hand down to your ass, squeezing, fat spilling between his fingers. Luckily his second hand had been lazily resting at his side now had a purpose, up your back and to the back of your head to hold onto your hair. His lips slamming into yours. No mercy behind the kiss.

Your hips began rolling at a quick pace, your cunt slowly coming un-covered with every thrust down into his jean clad thigh. His tall finger finding his way back to your hole beneath your underwear, tracing it with his thick digit. Pulling his lips back from yours with a wet smack.

“She’s fuckin’ droolin’.”

He’d drawl, to no avail you’d try to force that finger into you by a buck of your hips downward. Thus, he’d withdraw. A reward game, you’ll earn his fingers later.

One more long grind down into his thigh that’d surely serve you a friction burn later and you were off his leg. Dropping onto your knees in front of his lap. You’d swear you’ve only dreamt of being in a position like this. Your smaller hands started at his calves before resting on his thighs. His coffee eyes staring into yours.

He wouldn’t waste precious time now, unbuckling his belt to toss it away. Unzipping his jeans to shove them to his upper thighs, the last article of suffrage being his boxers, a dark wet spot painfully obvious on the grey cotton. He’d tug on the elastic that rimmed the top before tugging his briefs to his upper thighs, with the quick pull his cock sprung up slapping against his tummy.

His shaft was turning red. Tip pulsating. His thumb ran down to spread the bead of precum over him, laminating the dark pink bulb til’ it looked like glass. A flutter in your stomach at the sight.

“Stick your tongue out.” He’d just barely manage to groan.

Control now gained with his fingers wrapped around his base. Your knees now hitting the base of the couch, it was as close as you could get. Obeying the commands you opened your mouth, your pink, saliva slicken tongue sticking out.

His cock slapped against your tongue, driving it into your wet hole with his free hand as his other worked into your hair, his fingers forming an O around your thick locks as a makeshift hair tie. Though, you’d find this was better.

He was fuckin’ big. Even taking him into your pussy didn’t do him justice, only truly able to fit him halfway into your small mouth.

It wouldn’t be enough for him.

His hips would buck forward, his cockhead hitting the back of your throat. Involuntarily your throat would clench - teetering the lines of a gag and a spasm of your muscles. Though, your eyes began to gloss over.

The knot in your pelvis tightened while Joel craned his neck back against the back of the couch letting out a long, rough groan. Such a tough girl, he’d figure a few good thrusts wouldn’t be the thing that’d ruin you.

Another buck of his hips sent a wrack through his body, fucking his thick cock into your throat. Your drool dribbling down his shaft. Your eyes hadn’t unlocked with his own ‘less they were going to roll back into your skull with every hit to the very back of your tongue. A moan bubbled up from your tightened throat, vibrating up the thick length of his dick. You could taste how his vein would throb and pulsate against your cheek. No doubt he was close.

With your mouth managing to take every. Last. Inch. Of him so deeply. There was no way he could last.

Your own thighs would clench together as your eyes finally took a break from straining upwards to now clenching shut. Your juices collecting all in the middle of your panties. Your clit throbbing excruciatingly hard. You knew better than to touch yourself. Focusing and giving your body up to the task at hand.

Joel’s breaths turning into deep pants. His balls tightening, drawing up. Though he had a better idea than just cumming straight on the spot despite that just being the thing he’s been pining for all fucking day. Tugging on the hair falling between his fist he pulled your head back, his cock extruding from your mouth with an audible, wet ‘pop!’ sound. Glossy eyes gazed into his as his flickered down to his cock, jumping straight up once released from your mouth one big mess of his precum mixing with your salivation.

“Makin’ such a mess of him, huh?” He’d grunt. Completely gawked by the sight. “Such a fuckin’ mess of daddy’s cock.”

You could’ve sworn this man was giving your pussy a heartbeat.

Before you could give any sort of catty response his cock was shoved back into your mouth, giving you no time to readjust, to get used to the feeling of his burning tip knocking at the back of your throat. Managing by the grace of God to stowaway your gag reflex seemingly just for the evening. His pace slowing, beginning to get sloppy quicker. You’d have a lot to say if you didn’t have a mouthful. Though, deep down you knew that your unhealthily cock-drunk brain would be unable to formulate a coherent sentence. One with both sense and grace.

“Just. Like. That.” He punctuated.

Thrusting deeper til your nose was bobbing up and down against his pelvis. Nuzzling into the scent that came within the dense thicket of greying, wiry hairs. All curled around and crowing his base. You felt the thick vein that traveled all the way down the girth of his dick pulsate against your overstuffed cheek. A whine from you would only shake up his shaft. His tummy tightening up, hips spasming. Another violent thrust to the back of your tongue those built up tears to freely fall down your cheeks.

Again.

Sliding his cock from your lips to shove it back in again. Every time taking the split second to admire all that drool dripping down the line of his strained cock.

“Fuck! Baby—“ Absolutely strained.

He’d throw his head back, bumping it against the back of the couch as he let out a long, throaty moan. He pulled out of your mouth, the overused motion you’ve grown so very accustomed to, though this time your tongue stayed out, perfectly so as he was able to paint the pink muscle with hot, thick ropes of cum. Pumping his fist over his cock as ropes of semem shoot down your tongue and straight to the back of your throat. Painting his own perfect masterpiece on the fleshy canvas of your mouth.

Swallowing every last droplet as if it were liquid gold.

His stomach rose and fell heavily with each breath, his hand reached out to grab your chin, the pad of his thumb pressing down on your glossy bottom lip. Every. Last. Drop. Though, he just had to make sure.

“That’s what I like to see, babygirl.” He’d praise. Lazily tugging up his boxers so he could conceal his freshly mouth-fucked cock, concealing with another layer courtesy of his unzipped jeans. Sure, you finished him the fuck off but that didn’t mean he was gonna soften up anytime soon.

You’d just hardly make it back onto your trembling legs as you looked at him, panties slid to the side from unconsciously grinding against the cold, wooden floors. A droplet of that warm, glue-like slick trickling down your inner thigh once you stood up. Joel’s eyes followed the stray tear.

“Goddamn, baby. Lemme take care of that for you.”

That’s what you like to hear.

Standing up from the couch with a long grunt he’d lift you off of your feet, carrying you straight to his bed. Soon enough he’d be two knuckles deep into your aching pussy, giving you all that sweet pleasure you so deserved after earning it so fuckin’ well.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

New Purpose | Yandere Saja Boys x Reader

“You want me to do what?!”

The call from your awkward and friendly acquaintance in the idol-managing business leaves you in an unreadable ball of confusion. Typically when Bobby did call you it was to brag about his girls or about the latest resort he was gifted by the girls. But this time he needed your help and you weren’t sure if you were going to give it. 

“Please please (Y/n)! You taught me everything I know; if there’s anyone who can handle them it’s you.”

Bobby pleading on his knees doesn’t change your reluctance but the pleading gazes of the boy-band in question made you slow to voice it. It also was harder to refuse when you could see the shining blue shackles on each of their wrists. A marked hand slides onto your shoulder with a stealth you haven’t felt in a long time and instinctively you reach for the holster under your coat, locking eyes with the one you once deemed to be an enemy.

“It can only be you. Mx. (L/n).”

It’s the purple-haired idol who not only was rumored to have once endangered the Honmoon but mended it with strength that surpassed her ancestors. Here she was glowing with her shining demon marks in broad daylight. A part of you still found it wrong.

She took your blatant staring in stride; sending Bobby out of the room,”Mind giving us some space? I think it might land better y’know? Idol to idol?”

“Oh, sure thing Rumi! In fact, I’ll go get the celebratory ramyeun now!”

He dashed as if his life depended on it, leaving you and Rumi with the shackled demon idols. Looking warily at the hunter you slowly pulled your hand away from your holster. The fakely wide smile on her fades into something more concerning. Pressing her purple-painted lips together, it’s time to address the real elephant in the room. 

“Why are they still here?! I thought you killed them all when you made the Honmoon golden.”

She nervously smiles, “I–thought I did too. But it seems that they were sealed in the upper world instead. The only one who….didn’t make it was thanks to Gwi-Ma.” She steps away from you, putting her hand out as if to pet the “baby Saja boy.” Previously he looked as though he was dead; standing with a face that epitomized boredom. That all changed when Rumi came close. His eyes glowed that sinister yellow and his fangs were bared as he chomped at the air her hand used to be. The blue chains clink with golden chains that shine in a ripple like the Honmoon itself. 

“You must mean the leader. Jin.”

You were playing with fire. For all the shipping edits that the idol leaders were put through, anyone could’ve guessed that they were close. While you don’t have eyes and ears close to her domain, it still got back to you just how close she’d gotten with him. During Huntrix's report of the event, Jin’s returned soul was what gave the trio the power to completely exorcise Gwi-Ma. A feat that was impossible even for the first hunters to exist.

“Yes…Jin,” she spoke his name with a heavy resonance. A respect that hadn’t dulled at all because it still felt raw.

”He saved me by showing me how to accept this part of myself rather than hide.”

She held her hands in front of her playing with the light against her marks, “Still he’s showing me there’s more to this side of myself I never really understood before.”

You watched her close her hands into fists and turn to you with a fierceness in those brown eyes you’ve never seen in person,” Which is why I think we should try helping them before we kill them.”

Stopping your laughter you finally spoke, “We?”

“We. Huntrix can’t do this on our own. You’ve been handling the otherside of the hemisphere well and now that both sides are sealed all that’s left is to care for the demons that slipped through.”

“Then why not just kill them?” The one with abs tries to jab at her which she skillfully dodges,” They clearly aren’t fond of you.”

Pausing she looks at them and then at you. 

“I have to try…if Jin saw something worth using maybe…maybe there's more to them that I haven’t seen yet. That no one’s seen. I’m hoping you can do that.”

“I’m retired. I don’t think I can do much of anything now.”

Rumi gives you a look. That glare of determination that makes you feel exposed.

“I’ve heard you before. You can do this.”

You turn, prepared to refuse but she grabs your hands.

“Please (Y/n).To protect our reign of peace….please.”

______________________________________________________________

“Alright, Saja boys. Listen up you live and breathe to be the idol group I demand you be, you hear me?!” 

The collective groans of the demon boy band, the sound makes you smirk. In an instant, you begin to hum an old song you used to sing unsheathing your whip from its holster. Romance is the one who perks up, the only one who seems to catch on that you are about to obliterate them.

“AcK!”

“OW that burns!”

“Please don’t!”

“Okay okay, we’re all listening p-please contine.”

It’s over in seconds. Everything but their faces is covered in disgusting blue welts. 

“As I was saying. I expect my perfect idol boy band to be smiley, friendly, and to say 'yes (Y/n)' whenever I ask you questions. Is that clear?”

“Yes (Y/n)!”

“That’s good now have a good show just like we practiced!”

It’s been interesting taking on the Saja boys. Their image that had Jin be their cool and calm collected leader was very much the truth. Without you breathing down their necks you found they were quite awful to all around them.

“Abby did you or did you not hit that PA with a button of yours, on purpose?”

“I mean they were looking too hard anyway it’s not my fault.”

“It is your fault that they went to the hospital thanks to your stupid little stunt.”

“It’s whatever they got a souvenir they’ll never forget!”

CRACK!

“Not the whip please, I’ll make a public apology! Sorry!”

You’ve dealt with idols that had a kamidere complex or outright narcissism but you haven’t dealt with literal demons who barely grasped that humanity was anything more than a population of overgrown bugs. 

“Alright, Bae Bee what’s going to be the right response if someone asks how you feel about the subject of turtles?”

“Goo Goo Gaga?”

“No. Try using real words please.”

“It’s…whatever?”

“I did that whole slide show and you didn’t gather anything from that?!”

“....”

FWHIP!

“Their…mid?!”

CRACK!

“Wahhh!”

But you wouldn’t continue with this farce if you didn’t realize there was a learning curve to be had. The first time it dawned on you was when Romance came to you in the dead of night, clutching the book you’d gifted them your second day: How to be a Human for Dummies. You were lounging on the large couch watching your shows when he walked in. He stood awkwardly by the door like a child who’d come to woefully inform his parents he’d wet the bed. You pretended not to know he was there; gauging if he’d actually ask for help like you offered.

“Why should we try?”

You muted the TV. Giving the pink-haired demon your full attention, you turned as he stood at the opposite end of the couch.

“Because you’ll die if you don’t.”

His nails dug into the paper cover,” no I mean why do we have to…I’ve already tried doing that before. I don’t want to go through that again.”

His marks flashed and you couldn’t see his face clearly; his hair making a curtain you so desperately wanted to peek past. 

Sighing you stood, “Follow me.”

Doing as he was told he followed you over rooftops, skillfully swinging through the concrete jungle to end it bumping into your back. He opened his mouth to insult you, to whine about how you couldn’t just answer the question to following your gaze. Down below in a window that flashed with all matter of colors, was a girl surrounded by friends singing terribly into the microphone as they cheered her on.

“You see her” The girl with the red bow in her hair?”

“...yeah.”

“She used to wonder that too. She used to walk home every day from school to her room. Locking herself away because she once listened to the same voices you do. Frankly, if she had continued listening she would have ended up just like you.”

“Then why isn’t she…like me that is?”

“Because she kept trying. Worked hard to find those she could care about; though it was hard she found them. Only because she tried.”

“So what?! I try and everything will be fixed?”

“I didn’t say that but no matter what you’ve done. Trying to make amends. Trying to be better is what makes it, you, worth it in the end.”

“Even if it took 300 years?”

“Even if it took 300 years.”

They certainly had their moments and that was enough to not exorcise them when their third month existing in the idol world rolled around. Much to your displeasure, you had no choice but to inform Rumi you’d continue to manage the Saja boys. If only to help them reconcile with themselves. To instead use their talent and influence to strengthen the Honmoon and continue to keep the positive energy that the fans permeated alive and well. 

If you worked hard, you could save the remaining Saja boys.

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“I hate this.”

Mystery was the first to voice this opinion. Finally left alone and unsupervised the Saja Boys were able to speak without the threat of being whipped, stabbed, or otherwise ground into a pulp on the shining golden Honmoon. Backstage just before another performance.

“Yeah, this just such a bummer. It was more fun when we worked for Gwi Ma!” Abs spoke leaning against the walls of the hidden stage. 

“Was it actually fun or were we just happy not to be reminded of who we are?” 

Romance turned still maintaining the front position of the band just as they’d been instructed, looking into the golden eyes of his fellow demons. Looking for the same confusion he’d been saddled with since they started this.

“I don’t really care, I just don’t like feeling…like this.” 

“Like what, Myst?! What exactly do you feel?” 

Abandoning his position, he closed in. Holding the quiet demon by the neck and slamming him into the wall. The infrastructure of the stage shook and dented but Romance was careful. He wasn’t certain why he cared so much to know his answer. He’d been asking the same thing of himself for all this time.

Mystery pursed his quivering lips. Romance growled and threw the demon to the ground, rolling into Abs’ feet. The muscular demon deflated when Romance turned to him expecting an answer, his eyes darting around as if the moving walls would have it scrawled somewhere. 

The lack of response only made the pink-haired demon angrier. Fangs beared and marks on full display he charged narrowly scratching at Abs’ face. Mystery got up to intervene, fully prepared to bite the neck of the completely wild Romance. Until his voice broke the silence.

“Purposeless. That is what we are feeling.”

His real voice was much deeper than his human one which is why when the late Jin led the group he was specially instructed to keep it hidden. But they had no leader. They have no Gwi-Ma. All they have in this hidden stage is each other. 

Romance retracts his claws, the marks still glowing bright, and he pulls at his locks.

“He’s right. W-we have nothing anymore! All we have is ourselves and that’s worse than nothing. W-w-we can’t even go back!”

His shaky declaration makes everyone unsettled. Placing a name to their fear—to their reality made it far too true. Their marks all begin to glow with an anxious throbbing. Mystery retreats into himself huddling into the corner. Abs freezes, willing his body to move and failing miserably. Even Baby lets the cap he’s wearing cover his face as he slowly slides to the floor.

“What’s the use of trying to change if I don’t even know why I’m here?! You’ve seen these humans!? They don’t know so what am I supposed to do?!”

The Honmoon throbs at his cry. 

“How can I try when I don’t want to face who I am?!”

Demon marks flaring in tandem with the flickering gold.

“What good can come from someone as far gone as I?!”

The Honmoon dangerously touches the color pink. 

“What am I supposed to do with myself!? Without any voice what am I supposed to do!?”

Multiple tears of the barrier are forming and joining at the seams around each of the separate Saja boys. Each one is influenced by their pain and about to damage the sanctity of the Honmoon.

~kzzt~

Like a heaven-sent. The comms in their ears buzzed to life.

~kzz~He~kzztz~

The pink fades and the healing blue returns to the barrier.

~kz~Hey can you guys hear me in this thing? It’s me (Y/n).kzztz~

It’s your voice. Their guardian. Their manager.

“As expected these walkies are crap. Anyway, I expect you boys to give me your best because I know you can do it. Can you do that for me Saja?”

The voice in their ears answered the only remaining questions.

“Yes, (Y/n).” “Yes, (Y/n).” “Yes, (Y/n).” “Yes, (Y/n).”

“That’s what I like to hear. Now wow that crowd and no soul stealing.”

The silence of the stage was lighter. More defined. The long turned-off comms burned into their ears. All of them replaying the echo of their manager’s voice—soothing, uplifting, commanding.

“It is them. That will be our purpose.”

Baby’s voice spoken with clarity confirmed what they all decided. As the stage begins to rise and the cheers of their fans increase even more. The Saja Boys are in position, prepared to perform just as their manager demands it. 

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“So how’s it gone, managing them?”

All of Huntrix was over for the day, enjoying some bubble tea as they looked at the golden-covered city. The barrier glowed strong with a healthy pulse fully powered by their fans.

You were glad that you’d convinced the boys to attend their shoot solo. Otherwise, you would’ve risked having this conversation with them around. Which wouldn’t have been a good idea considering how close they’ve gotten.

“It’s going great. They haven’t had another incident since I last called.”

The girls shared a look. 

Mira sneered at the promotional material for the group scattered on the table, picking it up like it was dirty laundry. 

“By great do you mean, like the Honmoons not broken great or that there's an uptick in murders in the last month—all where you guys were going on tour–great?”

Zoey chuckled anxiously, “We don’t want to accuse but the numbers don’t look great.”

Shooting a look at Rumi, you settled in your chair. Looking out at the city below carefully putting pressure on the plastic cup in your hands.

“Look I wish I could definitively say it’s just a coincidence but I looked into those cases myself and most of them seem airtight. But I’m not entirely sure there wasn’t some demonic influence.” Zoey and Mira shared a look before turning back to you with a grimace.

“I’m saying there’s just no way to tell for sure if it was them and without evidence I can't exactly ‘convict’ anyone.”

“So you're saying there’s no way not one of those boys slipped through your grasp?”

“Yeah (Y/n)...we know you’re technically retired and there’s five demons and one of you…it can’t be easy.”

Rumi finally looked ready to speak and you had a feeling you weren’t going to like it. 

“We were thinking maybe you should take a break!” She didn’t look entirely convinced, looking between Mira and Zoey. “We’re going on a break for a little while so maybe we can look after them for you.”

“I’d love that,” you studied their faces for some kind of joke,” but I don’t know if you can handle the boys any more than I could.”

The girls confidently laughed.

“Are you kidding?”

“We nearly killed them the last time we met!”

“Yes, Huntrix has got this in the bag!”

The girls cheered with pride as they whooped and hollered at one another. You admired their spunk, something you felt came far too less now that you’ve outgrown the group you used to hunt with. 

“Alright then girls, I’ll take you up on your offer–”

“Yes!” “The-Best-B-ab-y Sitters in the wooorldd!” “Yeah, this is going to be a piece of cake!”

“---a word of caution girls.”

Your words had them stopping in their tracks, their triumphant smiles only softening to acknowledge you. The only one it completely faded from was Rumi, who almost looked afraid to see you step on the elevator.

“The Saja Boys are a lot more determined than you’d think. Try not to be an obstacle for them.”

With that, the metal doors slid closed, and for once in a long time you were alone. Now came the hard part—telling them. 

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“You have got to be kidding me!?”

It was Bae Bee taking his usual spot at your back, his fanged sneer hissing into the side of your head he was previously nuzzling against. His nails had gotten longer penetrating the T-shirt you were wearing, a single flick to his wrist had him retract his claws but not loosen his grip.

Speaking of claws you could feel the demon on your lap allowing his to emerge and grip at your jeans all the tighter. The practiced action of oncoming tears soaking through the denim told you, Mystery was having a similar reaction. Across the room were Romance and Abby both dressed in their custom robes were drying with their respective blow dryers after using the dressing room’s shower. Both appliances were crushed and melted onto the floor within seconds of your announcement. The demons-responsible, flashing their marks and fangs at you. Romance immediately straightens up, adjusting his hair and robe before glaring down at you.

“I thought we had a deal.”

“YEAH A PROMISE! WE’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BREAK THOSE.”

Abby was worse for wear marks and teeth on full display; you mentally noted to pay the venue for the damage he’d cause. Already a partition was torn through, a wall successfully punched into, and a microwave was effectively torn apart. If you didn’t ease his worries the staff would be next.

“I’m not leaving you guys. The deal was that if you all made an effort to change, I’d never leave.”

“Which is what you’re trying to do,” Mystery muffled protests had everyone nodding.

Romance stepped forward again, arms crossed and amber eyes glowing deviously down at you. 

“Then that would mean our deal is off!”

“No, it’s not! We never said anything about time off or leaving and coming back.”

“Didn’t have to,” Bae whispers into your ear with a smirk on his face, ” You are the one who agreed.”

It’s then you feel the need to reach for your whip, reaching for your beloved weapon underneath your coat. Searching for your saving grace next to your waist you only to find its empty holster. Looking over to Abby who’s suddenly stopped his violent tirade to pull at the much sought after weapon. 

“Then if you go that means we don’t have to abide by the rules anymore.” He looks at you like a puppy, one who’s done something awful and hopes you understand. The boisterous Abby was no longer there, a serious look on his face. 

You want to soothe him. To deny it. But the truth of the matter was just that, you had to leave and at this point,t it wouldn’t do you any good to demand they accept otherwise. Your whip across the room, your body held in place by a smirking demon, your legs held down by another, and your attention on the one you were sure had made the most progress. 

“We have changed if it helps. We’ve upheld our end of the deal. For you to go against us now…well we’ll just try to preserve our purpose.”

By now you were in no place to make demands.

“So go enjoy your…trip. We’ll be waiting and by then we’ll have changed some more just as you commanded.”

No trip to the Maldives would erase those words from your head.

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When you return from any kind of holiday there’s a moment of great depression. A crushing sense of reality from the joy you experienced comes in full force as you unpack and reenter your tiresome schedule. In your case it was no different, for two whole weeks you could ignore the haunting reactions of the demons you guarded to lounge with a poolside cocktail in hand. Of course, your return would be tumultuous. 

In the darkness of the condo you’d begun to call home, was Rumi. Sat crossed-legged in the mess of sliced furniture, just as worse for wear as the decor around her. You called to her, almost unsure it was she until she looked up. Her eyes were swollen, her marks an ugly black and the typically brown and golden eyes were red. 

“I…didn’t think anything would change,” she finally spoke carelessly musing as you tried to nurse her wounds, “that I would still be strong enough to beat them…I just wasn’t ready for them to…change like I did.”

You want to question her. To ask what she meant but the four pairs of golden eyes smiling back at you explained more than anything she could have said.

“A deal’s a deal.”

Out of the darkness limp bodies clattered to the floor. Battered and bruised it was Zoey and Mira. Unconscious and scarily still you watched Rumi struggle to carry them both, limping to the elevator. She spared you a single glance; eyes filled with too many apologies to ever speak.

“I…can’t be an obstacle to you anymore. Goodbye (Y/n).”

With the broken jingle of the elevator, you were left with your boys once again. Gripping the handle of your whip, you wait for them to reveal themselves to you…fully. Without a word, they emerge in their original forms circling around you with smiles on their marked and purple faces.

“So what are we doing now that I’ve returned?”

Their distorted chuckles don’t settle your unease.

“You said you changed do you plan to show me?”

“Of course, (Y/n).” Abby’s voice was the loudest and when you turned prepared to strike, your arm was held in place by the demon. 

“Whatever you demand of us.”

You dropped the whip catching it with your opposite hand, rearing to strike again only for your other hand to be caught and pried open. Your whip forcefully fell into the hands of Bae who smiles cruelly as he snaps your beautiful weapon in half with a ripple of magenta smoke. Of course, you struggle but the hands holding you in place are firm, warping your struggles so that you fall to your knees. Your chin is being held so gently by the new lead of the Saja Boys.

“We are always at your command, (Y/n). Because you are our purpose.”

You open your mouth to speak, to finally give a proper command since they demand it of you. Only for your lips to be covered in Dutch tape, which is played with as Romance comes even closer. The dark blue blush on his face shows just how much he relishes the glare you have for him.

“Since you broke your deal with us, we are free to change. To finally be free to serve our purpose however we see fit.”

It’s then you feel something monstrous intertwine itself with the barrier of the Honmoon pink and orange demon hands replacing the idol demons’ hands. Allowing them to look down on you as well all of them casually caressing your sealed lips.

“You right (Y/n), we have changed.”

There were hands in your hair.

“We’ve grown stronger and it’s all because you gave us a chance. Because you taught us to care.”

There were hands on your back.

“Encouraged us to try.”

Somehow they were in your brain.

“Even if it takes 300 years.”

You sleep in the arms of the Saja Boys—Your boys because you’re all they work for. All they try for. All they’d think to change for. 

You are their purpose and they’ll do anything you they demand.

Totally forgot some of these guys died on screen Whoopsie!

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[nim-rambles]

CONFESSION!!

“…you like me? Tough shit..” He muttered under his breath as his cheeks turned pink.

“I guess we could give it a try…” He said to you, a hand on your shoulder.

-Wanderer, Katsuki Bakugo, Dabi, Michael Afton(Teen), Sanemi Shinazugawa, Iguro Obanai, Tyler Hernandez, Muichiro Tokito(Before S3). /+Your Favourites

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i need more of t h o s e headcanons for the MID boys🕴️on my desk by morning

[My Inner demons ] Daemos x Reader (seperate)

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: Sorry for being late to write this anyways! as usual I am not your parent I am not your gaurdian if your a minor and continue to read this with warning that it is minors DO NOT INTERACT NO MATTER WHAT it is not my job to look after a minors action for continuing to read this as we are ONLINE and I have no control other then a warning. Tt isn't my issue I am not a parent I am not in charge of a minors action. I write and that is what I do I write so again if your a minor and are reading this and not respecting or understanding that this isn't for you GET OUTTA HEREEEE other then that I hope you enjoy the My inner demon smut headcannons and sorry for again being late please enjoy this hell hole of a writing piece!!

Summary: My inner demons but Nsfw/ smut hc’s and small scenes ideas it's only a small amount though because I'm tired

DAEMOS MEN FREAK IN THE SHEETS

Asch Smut Headcannons

- Bite marks on your body as he leaves marks pampering you with lust - Has such a huge breeding kink. Like he’s downright obsessed with how pretty you look all cockdrunk with his cum just leaking out of you. Makes him feralll. - Male or Female he doesn't care he wishes to breed you - He gets so Pussy/Dick drunk that he can't think straight as soon as he’s sinking his cock into you, repeating and slurring over his words and cursing in a different from daemos before he bites into your shoulder - If you were a girl he has you teach him how to use his tongue all over your cunt eating up your juices yet his fangs make it slightly more harder as he notices how you shiver at the fangs

Rhys Smut Headcannons

- Think he'd love to fuck you till you go dumb thats where the dumbification kink comes from loves fucking you until you're so dick drunk that all you can think about his him and his dick pulvarizing you - The more you two get intimate, the more he learns to please you, still unsure about what he’s doing he has you to teach him - If you were AMAB he'd copy what you have done to him and grin excitedly always watching your reaction to know if he did good or wrong - loves seeing how flustered you get by him just doing the smallest things, like when he flexes his arms or lowers his voice a little just to see your thighs clench and face get all red

Pierce Smut Headcannons

- He looks well maintained and calm but this man is a FREAK calling you pet names praising you while he dry humps you over your vanity -He loves your moans especially when he leans up and pushes up your thighs, and his huge, veiny length is hitting a certain spot that had you drooling - He has to grip onto the headboard nails digging in and is close to breaking it yet he would focus on your reactions heaving - Kisses your thighs before he eats you out grinning quietly to himself - He has a thing for whenever you touch his hands or muscles, like when you massage them gently and tell him how pretty they are or how nice they look - Cumming in you worries him so cumming on you is his choice. He can't help but smile slightly when he sees his seed shot across your stomach or thighs. Your flushed skin and post-orgasm twitches getting him so turned on he can’t focus.

Leif Smut Headcannons

- Loves watching you try to hold in your moans and whimpers, the way your face gets all puffy and hands start shaking and squeezing him desperately makes something primal awaken in him - Sobbing into his arms like a giant mess as he degrades you while enjoying seeing you suffer because of him in many ways how you grab anything you could hold onto before trying to cover your moans with a hand - Orgasm denial/control and spanking are his go to's. 'He just loves how needy and whiney you get from him not giving you what you want. - When you start whining and whimpering from the overstimulation, he’ll just cup your face giggling and not even bothering to slow his pace

Noi Smut headcannons

- Noi is the typed of guy that would be gripping your thighs panting heavily flushed face staring down to your messy and dishevel appearance before he grins at you asking if your alright - Wrap himself around you swiping kisses and nuzzling into the crook of your very sensitive neck while his cock continuously pounds into you - Noi gets so greedy sometimes that he’ll be too impatient to even take your underwear off first toying with your fabric covered clit he pays no mind to you gasps when your dripping with such a delightful treat - When you both do small quickies with him just putting in the tip it becomes a inch, then another and then there's the two of you trying to keep quiet - He whimpers, like he’ll bury his face in your neck while holding you in a mating press and whimpers in your ear.

[usernose]

Guys, please hear me out on this one

Jung-Bae can be Fiddleford

[rationales]

[pyrlemon]

My friend asked me to make her Jinu headcanon real so here it is guys

[animeglitch]

[c0ffeejelly1]

when its their first time

Multiple character headcannons

Authors note: NSFW content! m!receiving! this was going to be AOT based but i changed my mind hahahahahahahha. ill make a second part

Summary: they’re virgins and you want a piece of that meat.

MEN who can only fantasise about feeling your touch, longing for your presence, your body, everything about you that just captivates him, yet the same man who can't silence the insecurities that swirl chaotically in his mind. He’s dreamed of the point in your relationship where he would finally take the initiative, acting as the man he believes he should be, though those aspirations remain mere fantasies as he hesitates to seize any opportunity given. He’s still a virgin y'know?

MEN who are shocked yet turned on at your sudden assertiveness one day, taking the lead and pushing him onto the couch just to complain how you've had enough of his ‘innocent act’, “W-what are you talking about?...”. He curses at himself with how vulnerable he sounds, the deep crimson hue spreading across his cheeks as he looks at you with docile eyes, your face radiating determination. Shit you were hot.

MEN whose head recline against the couch, eyes squinted and dazed, his mouth slightly ajar with babbles of “thank you” and noises he never knew he could make falling out, maintaining a firm but gentle hold on your head while you explore him in the most pleasurable manner. He's only dreamed of moments like this and now they're coming true, “I really don't deserve you…”

MEN when they're finally close to cumming who beg and beg for you to stop before he makes a mess on your face, only for you to focus on his leaking tip  prompting his cock to twitch and a soft whimper leave his lips. “F-fuck…its too good…” You were so evil.

MEN who can’t stop the crack in their voice when they finally reach their peak, whining your name like a prayer over and over again, his brows furrowed up in such an erotic way you've never seen before as spurts of cum spill from his hot tip, “Don't stop baby- please dont stop..”

MEN who after experiencing the sensation of your touch, crave even more. More of the pleasure you give to him, sadly, his body is already tired out. So much for having an impressive physique, if he lacks the stamina to fully express it like the virgin he still is. But he can promise you this, next time he’ll make sure to reciprocate your actions.

characters: REIGEN, serizawa, GIYUU, REINER, armin, nishinoya, HINATA, kageyama, BOKUTO, Tendou, CHOSO, gojo, MAMMON, leviathan, ITTO, LAIOS, rafayel