#young demon!reader

[dearest-painter]

I have lost count of all your wonderful tags for each reader. May we please get a list of all of the tags??

Oooo Okay i can try! There might be a few I’ve forgotten but here’s a post with each AU!Reader I remember! (And if there’s any IVE forgotten and you know it pls tell me). I know there’s definitely more but these are the ones off of the top of my little brain! part 1

Part 2 here!

[cursedwretch]

Another Drop

young!Silco x AFAB!Reader; Word count: 1706 Words; Rating 18+ MDNI AO3

It’s early days in the Zaunite’s smuggling empire, and you’ve tagged along for a deal.

Deeply, deeply inspired by the young!silco concepts.

Contains: Public Sex, dom!silco, smoking, rough sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, exhibitionism/voyeurism, gun play (if you squint?? The FMC is never threatened with it).

Another drop.

Silco and I sat in the alley, waiting for Vander to finish the sale inside, which was pretty fucking novel, if I’m honest. I rarely joined runs, and Vander playing the businessman was even rarer. Unfortunate for us all, the fucker we were selling to happened to hate Silco—Shocker, I know—though clearly not enough to avoid our business entirely. I was reminded of why as I watched the man before me fish a cigarette out of his pocket. The little pill.

“You shouldn’t do that,” I narrowed my eyes at him. He froze, hand cupping the air as he cocked his brow.

I shot a leading glance to the crate he was seated on. He knew full well what manner of shit was stuffed within. One wrong ember…

“Life’s short,” he shrugged, fixing me with a wicked grin as the lighter sparked to life.

I scoffed, shaking my head as I watched him take a languorous drag. His head tipped back, eyes fluttering closed as he exhaled, fighting the tug at the corners of his mouth. Show off.

He held it up, level with his eyes, perched carefully between his fingers, “it was worth the effort.”

Right. He’s insisted on that foolish fucking run for a crate of these the week prior. I let out another exasperated laugh. “You’re an idiot.”

His answering snicker was low and treacherous, “unfortunate for us, seeing as I’m the brains of this little operation.”

“We’re doomed,” I held my hand aloft, “give me a hit.”

“You don’t smoke.”

I cast a quick glance over my shoulder, rolling my eyes, “life’s short, isn’t it?”

I heard the crunch of boots on gravel as he hopped down from the crate, a saunter in his step. As always. I keep my eyes forward, smirking towards the alley entrance as he approached.

“Close your eyes.”

My breath hitched; that I didn’t expect. Still, I wasn’t one for giving him what we wanted. Not easily, at least.

I glared his way instead, “we’re working.”

“Oh, I’m well aware,” his eyes sparked as he closed the remaining distance, dashing the ashes with a dramatic flick.

I stared back, eyes narrowed.

“Let me give you what you want,” his eyes landed on my mouth as he drawled.

Fine. I’ll bite.

My world went dark, save for the remnants of that Zaun green that made its way into every crack and crevice of our city, stamped to the back of my eyelids. A constant reminder of where, and who, we were. Another crunch of gravel alerted me to his movement, followed by the warmth of his body, inches from my own.

“Head back,” he murmurs, “just a little.”

I hesitated. His laugh was rumbling, amused. My fingers gripped at the crate beneath me as I felt his fingers on my chin, tilting my back. I let him guide me.

The warmth of the cigarette hovered over my cheek, setting my nerves alight, followed by his lips ghosting over mine. His fingers pull at my lower lip, an instant little tug. Them smoke, warm and acrid and intoxicating, streamed from his lips into my mouth. I took in all the air he was willing to offer, greedy fingers threatening to make their way into his hair. My lungs burned as he retreated, just barely.

My eyes fluttered open, and I swallowed back the urge to cough.

“Good?” His mouth quirked up, eyes dark, roaming down my body.

Divine. But he didn’t need to know that.

I nodded.

“More?”

My own eyes betrayed me—fixed on that little scar on his upper lip. Another nod.

“Good girl,” he purred, shifting closer. His eyes burned into mine as dropped the cigarette to the ground, stamping it out. “Too bad.”

My legs parted automatically, making a space he eagerly filled. “Silco,” I warned, my words cut off in a gasp as his fingers tangled in my hair with a sharp tug.

His lips brushed from my ear to my jaw as he murmured, “Corvin’s a haggler. That wordy little shit will keep Vander busy for time enough.”

He punctuated his sentence with another tug, muffling my sharp cry with his lips. My hands found the lapel of his jacket, tugging him closer as he rolled his hips against me.

He was all tongue and teeth as he pressed me against the crate, mouth trailing down my neck. Fingers dipped beneath my collar, shifting the material to expose more skin.

He smelled of cedar, smoke, and sin.

Another treacherous whine escaped my lips and he let out one of his trademarked wicked, rumbling laughs. He held my hips against him, pressing against the divots with enough force to bruise. I try to buck out of his grip, desperate for more.

His hand found its way to the front of my pants, sliding beneath the waistband with practiced ease. I let out a ragged gasp as he found my core.

“Silco,” I gasp.

He smirk, “shh, I’m working.”

“Fucker,” I said between gasps.

He laughed, “yes, you know I think you’re right.”

He brought his fingers up, glistening with my slick, to pop them into his mouth. I pant as I watch.

“Open,” he instructed, pressed my lips apart and slid those very same fingers inside, they’re firm against my tongue.

He purred, “you always taste so good.”

With another sharp tug I was pulled of the crate entirely, feet hitting the ground. My legs unsteady as he turned me around, bending me over the crates until I felt wood kiss my cheek.

“You want more?” He teased, pressing himself against me. My back arched automatically, grinding my ass against the unmistakable hardness pressed against me.

“Please, Sil,” I whispered. “‘S not enough time.”

One hand tugged my pants down my thigh, his other hand at the small of my back, holding me in place. His cock, hard and teasing, slid between my folds.

I let out a cry as he buried himself inside me – the stretch making my head spin. I relished it.

“Sweetheart,” he shushed me, fingers sliding over my mouth as he pulled me up.

He wasn’t soft. No, he fucked me viscously. Bottomed out with each thrust, pressed against me until the wood bit the skin of my hips. Each snap sending indecent sounds ricocheting through the alley. Fire began to pool low in my core.

He mouthed at my ear, whispering while he fucked into me, “always so good for me.”

I whine, back arching against him.

He started to ramble, as he always did when he was close. Voice rough, gravely, “gods. When we get back, fuck, I’m going to take my time with you. Fuck you until you forget everything but my name—“

There’s a noise at the end of the alley, a crunch of gravel that freezed my blood over. Followed with the click of a gun. I whip my head in its direction, blinking past the haze.

A man stood frozen at the mouth of the alley, equal parts afraid and intrigued. Some poor idiot who stumbled down the wrong alley.

I pant against Silco’s hand, his other held the gun aloft—towards the stranger.

No one moves for a moment. Silco is the first to break, thrusting into me. He lets me fall forward, and my eyes snap closed with a needy moan.

“Hear that?” He sneered at the stranger, voice a low growl, “she’s occupied. Find another alley.”

I turn my head, wood scratching against the skin of my cheek. “Piss off,” I grit out at the stranger, eyes sliding closed one more.

And he must have listened—I hear the clatter of the gun against the crate, feel Silco double forward, chest pressed to my back. His teeth sink int my shoulder with growl, hips snapping against mine at a renewed pace.

His breath peppered my skin as he husked, “such a perfect little cunt.”

My legs shook, “Silco I’m—I need to—“

“Not yet,” he hissed, though his fingers found their way to my clit.

I blinked back tears as I whined, “I can’t—“

“Wait,” he barked, voice growing huskier.

I clawed at the crate, the wood collecting beneath my nails.

“Do you know? How. Fucking. Hard. It is?” he grit out, each word punctuated with a hard thrust, “to pretend I’m not thinking of your perfect fucking cunt every moment we work together.”

I moaned, babbling incessantly—his name, pleas, apologies, anything. Whatever would let him stop fucking torturing me.

“You were made for me,” he panted, grinding his fingers against me, “you understand?”

“Yes,” I cried out, “only you. Silco, please—“

“Good girl,” he gasped, thrusts growing uneven and breath growing ragged, “come for me, darling.”

I fell apart at his command, vision going blurry at the edges, each grind of his hips sending me further past the edge. Gods. Fuck. He let out a low groan, hips stuttering as he growled my name. He rocked against me until my legs ceased their quaking and my moans quieted. Until the world around us started to resume. Back to reality. He pressed a kiss to my cheek as he slid out, murmuring, “divine.”

I panted, propping myself up to turn around. I needed to face him, as the cold chill of the undercity air suddenly sinked into my skin.

He knew. He received me with open arms, pulled me into a deep kiss, and fingers finally, finally found their way into his soft hair. Long hair freshly fallen free from its usual bindings, dusting against his neck. He smiled against my mouth as he pulled back, blue eyes warm and full of light.

“Sap,” I laughed, batting at his chest.

He pressed a soft kiss to my neck with a quiet hum.

The door to the building cracked open, revealing Vander who quickly cycles from surprise, confusion, to an all too knowing smirk.

One last word to Corvin and we were on our way. Silco looped a lazy arm around my shoulder, a freshly-lit cigarette perched between his fingers as we walked. Vander kept quiet until we had a few blocks distance, looking down at his partner to tease, “On the merchandise? Animals.”

[filthygalli]

All He Ever Wanted

OneShot: Fem! Reader x Gwi Ma

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Warnings: MDNI! +18, Possesive! Gwi Ma, Creampie, P n V, fingering, choking, praise kink, manipulation, Dom x Sub dynamic, Gwi Ma in a human form, mention of mental illness, blood, size kink if you squint, squirting, pet names, nipple play, licking, shower sex, pure filth tbh.

Word Count: 2648

Author’s Note: This was so fun to write, i have seen tons of Gwi Ma related art on X and they’re all so beautiful! Btw credits to @/morphoiogist on and @/Artist_artibear for this masterpiece! Go support the artists! 🧑‍🎨

You’ve been married to Gwi Ma for over 10 years, you know his secrets, that he’s a demon king who thrives on the souls of humans to be free from the demon world into the human world, your world.

You were in huge debt when you met him, scared that you might not make it a day, you have no money, barely getting enough food, but then you started to hear these voices inside your head, you thought you’re just being paranoid because of stress and lack of food in your body, but you weren’t. One night, you were looking at yourself in the mirror, eyes full of dark circles, lips chapped from dehydration, you sighed to yourself as you sobbed uncontrollably, wishing for it all to end. Then you heard a voice, a warm and powerful voice, “Aren’t you tired from all of the suffering?” It echoed through your head as your eyes widened as you looked behind your back, no one was there, “Who– who’s in there–?” Your voice is trembling in fear, the voice speaks again, “Someone who might end your suffering,” you looked around—eyes widened, “I- show yourself!” You yelled as your voice echoed through your small apartment, “If that’s what you want, little one.” The mysterious man spoke again and then a sound of deep chuckle filled your head as a glowing flame appears in front of you, suddenly your heart skipped a beat���you couldn’t move, it felt like you were frozen, eyes widened as your pupils dilated as if you were staring into the abyss, “Happy now?” A tall man towered your figure, he slowly walked towards you—as if he’s walking to his prey, his eyes glowing, purple marks inked in his skin, “Who- who are you..?” You managed to speak, he didn’t answer, you hit the cold wall behind you as he continued to walk slowly towards you—closing the gap between you as he pressed his body to yours, he grabbed your chin between his digits, his nails sharp, it graze your skin like a needle, you hissed, “I’m someone who can help you,” he confessed, eyes never leaving yours, “someone who can get you out from all of the sufferings,” he continued as he traced his fingers on your cheeks as you dared not to look at him, “You’re safe with me, I’ll make sure of it, little one.” He added as he leaned down to place his lips on your jaw, “I’ll make you mine,” he muttered against your skin as he pressed his lips against it, “Mine to worship.” He muttered, licking your skin all the way up to your cheeks, you hissed, heart racing, “Please–“ you begged as a tear rolled down on your cheeks, the man chuckled as he tasted your tear, the sound of his chuckles sends shivers down your spine, you felt like you couldn’t breathe, “Mine to protect.” He muttered as he leaned back up, eyes never leaving yours, “Look at me, Y/n.” He growled as he clamped a hand on your throat, a force that was enough to catch your attention back to him, “Pl-Please—“ you choked a gasp, “Look at me when i talk to you.” He muttered, eyes still glowing orange, You were holding his hand, to let go of you—your eyes are getting blurry, you’re about to pass out when he lets go of your throat.

Your body collapsed on the floor, choking and gasping for air, he looked down at you smirking to himself, “You should be thankful, little one.” He scoffed, you glared up at him, eyes filled with tears, “Fuck you.” You spat on him, he grinned darkly, “As you wish.”

You moaned like your life depends on it as you ride the man who told you that you will be saved from all of your sufferings, Gwi Ma, as he said. His nails dug deep on the flesh of your hips as you cried out his name, “That’s it little one, such a good girl.” He praised you as you bounced on his cock, You were fully naked, your body displayed beautifully in front of him, his eyes trailed on your breast as it bounced perfectly, your skin, your soft skin that glows under the moonlight, he leaned down to suck one of your nipple, “Don’t you dare stop.” He muttered before biting your nipple as you gasp, he flicked his tongue as he looks up at you, his eyes glowing, you did as you told as your hips grind against his, the tip of his cock never fails to hit the spot inside you—it made you see stars, it made you shake uncontrollably, his hand found your throat as he leaned back up, watching you ride him, “Be a good girl and cum for me little one, make me proud.” He praised you as his lips crashed into yours, you gasp as you feel yourself getting closer, it feels so wrong but yet it feels good, his cock filled your velvety walls completely, “Gwi Ma..” you moaned in between kisses as Gwi Ma slid his tongue inside your mouth—exploring the depths of it, he moaned as your tongues danced on each others mouth, he thrusted his hips up to meet yours, “Say my name.” He moaned, “Say my fucking name when you cum, i want you to moan my name.” He begged, his cock twitching uncontrollably inside you, “Gwi Ma, Gwi Ma—!” You cried out as he hold on to your hips to fuck you completely, his thrust were rough, rough enough to make your eyes roll from the back of your head, “Gonna cum, Gwi Ma– please–!” You begged as his nails dug deeper on your hips, you wince in pain—his long sharp nails was now coated of your blood, “Fuck, Y/n, Little one–“ his thrust is now getting sloppy, “Want me to fill this pussy up, hmm?” He growled as he roughly cupped your chin against his hand, while the other was still digging on your hips, “Please–“ You cried out, “Please, what little one?” He mocked, “Fill me up, i- i need you, please!” He chuckled deeply, he groaned as one final thrust he painted your walls white with his seed, spilling every last drop he could give to you, he moans your name in repeat like a fervent prayer, while you—you were a shaking mess on top of him, you squirted around his member as your pussy walls clenched around him, he groaned, “That’s it little one, give me everything you have, that’s it—such a good girl.”

After that night, he promised that he would come back for you, and he did. You’ve been married to Gwi Ma for over 10 years, he left his life behind as a demon king as he vowed to you that he will never go back there since he already have you, his life, his woman, his to worship. He told you everything that you needed to know, how did he become a demon king, how old is he—which, by the way, shocked you the most, he's over thousands of years old. When he said that, you choked from the water that you were drinking. You can see that Gwi Ma loved you, he trusted you and you trusted him too. He gave you everything that you could ever ask for, hell—he will give you the whole universe if you ask him to, he will burn everyone who looks into your way, you’re his, only his.

——

Gwi Ma kissed you softly as the two of you lay comfortably in your shared bed, his hands trailing down on your stomach, “Hmm, Gwi Ma,” you whimpered, “Yes, little one?” He murmured against your lips, “I have to shower,” you confessed, “Later.” Gwi Mwa whispered against your lips, “I have to, I'll be quick.” You promised, as Gwi Ma nodded—a slight pout displayed on his lips as you chuckled playfully, how can a demon king be this clingy to his woman? You gave him one final kiss as you disappeared and went in the shower.

The warm water touched your bare skin, it made you calm and content, you took a deep breath as you savor the moment under the warm water, closing your eyes as you run your hand on your damp hair.

You were showering when Gwi Ma stepped in without a word, A warm water ran down your spine as Gwi Ma pressed his bare chest on your back, you jumped a little, “I told you i’ll be quick.” You muttered, his lips already trailing on your shoulder blades. ”I know,” his fingers already trailing down on your stomach, “I couldn’t wait, I missed you.” He confessed as he sucked your skin gently, earning a whimper from your lips, you felt him smile on your skin, his fingers found your clit as he circles middle finger on it, you pressed your lips together, “Wanna hear your sounds, little one, let me hear them.” He commanded, voice soft and gentle, “Let me hear how much I'm gonna ruin you.” His voice was now dark as his eyes glowed, you opened your mouth, letting your whimpers let out as Gwi Ma praised you in return, “There we go, such a good girl.” He teased your entrance with his digits, “Please, Gwi Ma–“ you begged for his touch, “Tell me what you want, little one.” He asked, his eyes focused on you, pupils dilated—“I need you, Gwi Ma, please, I want you,” you begged as he chuckled, “I love it when you say my name like that, so eager for me.” He said as he slowly inserted his finger, his middle finger, it filled you completely, He grabbed you on your nape as he swung you around to face him, hitting the cold ceramic walls behind you, you opened your mouth to moan but his lips crashed into yours, owning your moans like it’s his, he swallowed all of your gasp and whimpers as his finger curled up inside your tight walls, not long after—he inserts an another finger, groaning in his mouth as his tongue tangled to yours, your hands found his damp hair, Gwi Ma’s erection stood proudly, you can feel it rubbing on your stomach, tip angry red as it beaded with pre cum, “Cum for me, little one.” He said pulling away on your lips just enough for him to speak, “Soak my fingers with your juices.” He commanded, “Now.” With that, you let yourself completely go as you came around his digits, your body quivering as your walls clenched around his digits uncontrollably, “such a good girl for me.”

You did as you told as you let the fingers of Gwi Ma satisfy you as you let go and became a shaking mess against him, you quivered and moaned his name like it’s the only thing you could say.

“You’re not getting any sleep tonight, just so you know, little one.” He pressed a kiss on your temple, fingers still curling slowly inside of you, massaging the bundle of nerves inside of you, “So good for me,” he breathed out, “You always have,” he kissed you again, more gentle and calculated, “Ever since the day i laid my eyes on you,” he kissed his way down on your jaw to your throat, “I knew i have to have you. All by myself.” He growled as his mouth captured your hardened nipple—while the other pinched between his fingers, he flicked his tongue on your nipple—eyes never leaving yours—you moaned at his action, your hands grabbed his hair, “Gwi Ma, please…” you plead as you felt Gwi Ma smirked on your skin before his mouth left your nipple, “Tell me what you need, little one, i need your words.” He murmured, “I need you, all of you.” You replied, voice shaking as the warm water splashed the both of you.

Gwi Ma wasted no time as he ordered your to wrap your legs around his waist, pressing up your body against the cold ceramic wall of the bathroom, he aligned his length on your entrance, your slick juices coated his bulbous tip, “I’m going to ruin you, and you’re going to thank me for it.” He growled as he roughly forced himself inside of you, you choked a moan as Gwi Ma breathes heavily, “Still so tight around me,” he murmured against your lips as you wrapped your hands around his neck—while his hand wrapped tightly around your throat, He moved his hips with such precision, it was gentle and soft, you moaned beautifully as the tip of his cock hits your spot senselessly, “Faster–!” You begged, nails digging deep on his broad shoulders, he bit your neck as you groaned, pain turning slowly into a burning lust. “Ask nicely, little one.” He commanded, as his tongue flicked on your sweet spot on your neck, you whine as Gwi Ma halted his hips, waiting for your please, “Faster, Please, Fuck me faster.” You begged, your eyes turned up to him, eyes looked so innocent. “Good girl.” He praised you, “Hold on to me.” He breathed out as he held on to your hips, nails digging deep—as the past mark of his sharp nails still ghosted against your skin, a reminder who you belong to.

He rammed his hips against your core, earning a moan after moan from your lips, “Fuck, sweetheart, I can’t get enough of you–“ he growled, “Gwi Ma–“ you whispered his name like a fervent prayer, “That’s it. Say. My name.” Each word is equal to each deep thrust into your core, you cried out as if you couldn’t take the pleasure anymore, “Don’t stop, Please, Don’t stop.” You whine as Gwi Ma chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving your gaze, “I’m not planning to, little one.” He said as your body shook against him, cumming around his length, “That’s it baby,” he praised you, his hips slowed its pace, letting you catch a breath, “Can you give me another one? Hmm?“ he asked as he kissed your forehead with such care, “I- I can’t, it’s too much, i feel sore–“ you begged as you felt his cock twitch in response inside of you, “You will give me another, I know you can.” He encouraged you, caressing the flesh on your hips, cock twitching inside of you as you cock warm him. “If you can’t, I’ll make sure you will.” He whispered darkly in your ear as he rammed his cock inside of you again, he looked down to see his cock splitting you open, a bulge shown in your belly, “Gwi Ma!” You moaned as he chuckled, “Shh, I'm right here little one, where I need to be,” he murmured as he pressed his other hand on your stomach, putting pressure on the bulge appearing in your stomach, “Inside you.” He growled, He didn’t stop fucking you as he pulled out an another orgasm out of you as your eyes hit the back of your head, making you moan his name louder than before, “Want my cum inside you, little one? Want me to fill you up?” He wrapped his hands on your throat, “Answer me!” He growled, eyes glowing orange, “Yes–!” You begged, eyes filled with tears as Gwi Ma looked at you with a lustful gaze, “That’s my Good girl.” He said as he thrusted his hips a few times before filling you up with thick spurts of cum, he groaned, growled, and moaned your name as if it’s the only thing he needed to do, you came around his cock, clenching your walls around his cock.

He stayed there inside of you, as if he belongs to be in there, inside your velvety walls where he feels warmth.

“You’re all I ever wanted, Y/n.” He panted as he ghosted his lips against yours.

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[threepandas]

Bad End: Classic Deals

The answer was still "No", he still can't fuck me.

(But that won't stop him trying to persuade me. How long have we been in this limbo? How long until I give in?)

Overbearing cologne and cigar smoke seeps, like smog, into the room. Just as dirty and cloying as the chuckle that follows. It's a deep sound. Sleazy, masculine, and with a hint of growl. The drawling amusement of a man who knows he's the biggest threat in whatever room he stands in.

And enjoys it.

He's an absolute bastard. I hate him. I'm scared of him. He wasn't even the Demon that was supposed to show up. But? What's done is is done. And now I have to figure out a way to escape... somehow.

Because I Refuse.

Refuse! To let him eat me. In any sense of the word.

When I was... not so much "reincarnated", as that would require my memories be lost, but? I guess, Reborn? I found myself inside a story. It had just come out, before I died. So I never got to finish it. But I had seen play-throughs. Spoilers. Watched the trailers. I recognized everything, and realized what "role" as it were, someone wanted me to play. A frankly? Near psychotic, bully of a girl.

I refused. Utterly.

Not only because the Protagonist was, frankly? Just a child. But because the girl's end was a horrifying one. My character, dragged to hell. Tortured and tormented forever. Granted, they didn't call it hell. No, no, it was the "Shadow Dimensions". You know... where Demons come from. But, come on, it was clearly hell!

Instead? I trained. Ate my veggies. Did my homework. I went to fantasy church each Sunday, and dutifully prayed, to the fantasy Otome Gods. The very picture of a perfect child. Frankly? I aimed for obnoxiously so.

Just so I could get through the plot, then get the hell out of dodge.

But then? THEN? The Protagonist crashed into my life. And made me a horror story. Suddenly I was pushing innocent girls down stairs and into ponds. Spreading rumors I'd never spoken. Taking things I'd never touched. Sending men to do unspeakable things, from which she must be saved. The monster in her fairytale. From which? Her knights must surely protect her.

I'd done none of it.

Had witnesses to prove that.

But what use was the words of my friends? When the sons of powerful houses were forming a mob? For Justice, of course. Because I was Evil, obviously. I deserved it, they howled. Terrified... I ran. My friends helping break out. Smuggling me as far as they could. We split up. Them, running to their parents for help, and me? Simply running.

All the while... wondering. Horrified. Did She? The original? Suffer the same? Was the Story equally so twisted? Distorted truths and inconveniences erased? Had... gods, had she ever even been the villian? I would never know.

None the less, I fled to the one place I knew the Protagonist couldn't enter. Not yet.

Her ancestors cursed Manor. Where the final act would reveal how our families intertwined. History repeating itself, etc etc. I couldn't remember. All I knew? Was that my character met a Demon there. Some secret romance-able. But if I could convince him first? Maybe... just maybe? I could protect myself from that psychopath in pink.

What I didn't count on? What I SHOULD have remembered? Was that spells depend on material, power, and payment. The difference between getting a cup of water and a lake? Can often be how much you sacrifice to get what you need. What chalk or ink you use. How much POWER you pour in to the spell.

I don't know what the Original did. But the materials were likely the same, given I found them there. High grade, if old. However...? However? I was panicked. Foolish. Did the one thing our magic instructors told us never to do. I Cast with emotion, instead of a clear head. Poured bucket of power into the spell, like a hemorrhaging wound. Did not prick my hand for mere drops of blood, no... no I dragged the blade shallow but long.

Spilling FAR to much. Paying FAR more then the Original ever dreamed too.

Would ever DARE.

Fear makes people stupid.

What answered? Was NOT who I expected. Who I expected. It was like the house, and everything in it, was suddenly under the crushing pressure of some great boot. Walls groaned. Pillars creaked ominously. Dust rained from the ceiling as windows popped and cracked. My back, forced to bow, under the mountainous pressure. Face pressed to the blood and ink stained floor. I could barely breathe.

Pressed to the filthy floor, it was like I was being ground into it, for my audacity. Even as space itself warped and imploded, into the shape of a man. A hole in reality. Emptiness, that stepped forward into being, as casually as others go for a strole. I could barely see... but... but...?

W-was...?

Was he wearing a fucking suit‽

Lazily, cigar smoke drifted through the air. Thick cologne commanded the room. A moment, as whatever I summoned considered, whether or not to humor me. Before just like that? The pressure released. Like a bubble popping or a joint, cracking backing into place. I gasped for air. Desperately filling my lungs. Light headed from my still bleeding arm.

Weakly, I dragged my fingers along the edges and muttered a healing spell. It wouldn't be pretty, but... fuck it. I had other concerns right now.

It was only when I looked up, managing to lever my self into a sitting position, that I realized I fucked up. Really, really, fucked up. Even as I watched, classic ram horn whisped away, clouding the demon's head in a mocking halo of smoke. His thick whip of a tail, lazily coiled back and forth, before passing once more behind his back, to seemingly disappear. Leaving only black tipped claws behind. Teeth, far too sharp.

An old school Demon.

One of the Classics, as they called them. Old, strong, and impossible to kill. Notorious. The so called kings of the Shadowlands. The came from the generations before the great Demon Wars. The ones that basically slaughtered the entire existent demonic population for about twenty or so generations. Classic Demons didn't have to rapid evolve to survive like the rest.

They were just too god damned powerful to kill.

Fuck.

The Demon's vaguely bored expression oozed into a deeply amused, wolfish grin. My horrified realization must have shown on my face. And, really, what was more amusing? To a Demon. Then that moment of terror and awe? Seeing them realize that you are the Big Nasty here? Ha ha... apparently, nothing.

"Well aren't you cute, bitty Meat? I could eat you right up." He drawled.

FUCK.

There... there was no way to fix this. I could reverse the summons... but that? That only works if he decides to go quietly. Normally, you can firmly enforce these sort of things, if they refuse to disperse, but... but-! Ha ha... oh fuck. There was no way in hell, my will could possibly win out. That I could force him through a metaphorical doorway. At best, I'd be letting him free as the summoning broke down.

Shit. Okay. S-Seal a Dea...?

No. That's an incredibly fucking stupid idea.

No one has ever, on record, survived making ANY deals with an Elder Demon. The Classics were both fucking vicious and effectively Demonic warlords! Bad idea. Very Bad Idea! But it's not like I can just wait him out. What's a few weeks to is effectively an immortal? Maybe I could...?

"Aaaw, bitty Meat. Are you... panicking? How cute." A claw tipped hand holding his cigar brings it up, to meanly grinning lips. To be trapped, like prey, between predator sharp teeth. Freeing his hand, even as the other never leaves its place, casually, arrogantly, tucked into his pants pocket. "Gotta say, it's not often I get such an adorable little meal."

"Certainly adds a bit of... spice to things~" he chuckled. A deep, curling sound. Like smoke in the lungs and terrible drunken mistakes.

Then? The horrifying. Holding my eyes with his. Smirk growing, wider and wider, as the terror set in and the reality of my situation unfolded, he casually... reached out. As though it was nothing at all. No spellwork, no barriers. No thousands of years of safety measures going up in smoke. As though the breaking of cardinal rules meant nothing, and it was as simple as a breeze.

He reached out. A Demon, before any Deal was struck, past every layer of containment and protections, to ever so lightly? With those lethal, empire ending claws... grip a few strands of hair, that had escaped my careful up-do. Hanging wild, in front of my face. His finger pinched the strands. Deadly. Just in front of my eyes. Close enough to nearly feel the heat of his skin. And..?

Yank!

Sharp points of pain on my scalp. A few stands of hair, plucked free.

I all but stop breathing. It was one thing, to be powerful enough, ancient and experienced enough, to shrug off an inexperienced Mage's restrictions. After all, I was no Demon summoner. Had never studied the dark arts or Forbidden ways. It was entirely possible my restrictions were mediocre. Complete shit. But...? But-! Even I‽ knew there were certain inalienable RULES. Enforced by Reality itself. For all intents and purposes, God.

He shouldn't be able to hurt me. Not directly.

No Deal had been made. I hadn't tried to send him back and failed, thus allowing him to break free during the "you are no longer needed" portion but before completing the "Now go home". The most he should be able to do? Is threaten my environment, mental state, or emotions. Indirect attacks. Not... not direct...

Desperately I look down at my work. Looking for where I fucked up. But... but there's nothing. How? S-So, HOW?! Any harm to me, should-!

Oh.

"Well look at you, itty bitty~! Figure it out so fast, did you? What a clever little Morsel. That's right~..."

He can tank it. Even returned a thousand fold. What mortally wounds a human? Inconveniences a Demon like him. He could be down right atomized and he'd walk it off. That... that's why there's so many warnings. To keep them from ever setting foot in the Human realm. Old school Demons are all but impossible to get rid off and... and the last one that got through? Nearly wiped out two seperate Holy Orders. Took five hundred years to send back.

Finally... I let myself cry.

God damn it. I.. I messed up. This is all so fucking messed up! I just... I just wanted to travel! Visit the coast with my friends. Cute little shops. Those flower fields I'd heard about. How... how the fuck did I-? Why did I have to..? What was the POINT of all this!? If I was just going to end up HERE!? Curling into myself. I sob. Fuck it all. I'm... I'm done. Enough! I can't anymore. E-Enough...

"Hmmm..." the worst mistake of my life says, humming like he's considering something. Grinding my spellwork to smears and ruin, beneath expensive boot leather. As he strolls past me to consider the room at large. Lazily circling me like a shark.

"You know... I think I recognize this wreck. Hmmm, oh yeah. Big tits, terrible attitude. Too many bows. She tried to play the damsel in distress card, like she wasn't just as guilty as the rest. Thought I burned this place down..."

"That bitch was a real arrogant piece of work. Some Saintess. Ha! I've met actual Demons more holy." My tears had faded, dispite myself. Curiosity dragging my attention to hang on every word. The actual, original, Tragedy At The Manor had never really been revealed. As far as I knew.

"So, let me guess," his voice as he circled behind me, was sneering as he spoke of the Protagonist. Like he'd stepped in something that been left to rot. "Greedy little shit, who wants more then she deserves, and was willing to take it from everyone else. No matter the cost. Because she is the victim. The pretty little princess, forever to be saved. And fuck whoever she has to destroy to get it."

I stare up at him with shocked, tear reddened eyes. Face a mess. Uncaring how pathetic I must look by now. Covered in dust, blood, and tears. Was... was the pink horror's behavior... fuckin genetic?! This had happened before!? Oh God.

Glancing down at me, the Demon's face shifts from annoyed disgust to amusement. Something curling through the expression I can not possibly hope read. Deeper. Darker. No longer just the surface flickers of passing fun. As though settling back on his heels, from where he had been balanced on the balls of his toes. Ever ready to move.

"Shit." He breathed out sharply through his nose, a near silent snort. Grin spreading like a beast baring its teeth. Eyes dancing with something I couldn't name. "A cute little snack... no, a sweet lil Treat~ and a fight? Happy fuckin birthday to me, huh? Don't I just get all the fun? Might even decide to keep you, sweet Treat. Make you a lil pet. We could make a Deal~"

"I eat you up, you get all you could ever dream off. It'll be great, itty bitty! Power, prestige. Wealth beyond your wildest dreams. Sex with the hottest fucking demon to ever live~ C'mon, Pet. Let me get a taste~"

"Promise I only bite a little."

[rimzaaa]

I want more human Gwi Ma art pleaseee 🥺

[mlm-writer]

Tears of Lust (Dick Grayson x M!Reader)

Pairing: Dick Grayson aka Nightwing (YJ ver.) x Demon!Male!Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 3447 POV: Second Summary: If a demon is not majority of their time in hell, they get a rut once a year. You try to keep your human boyfriend out of your ‘weird’ demon things, but Dick has never wanted to be involved more. Note: Writing so many Young Justice fics and I don’t even remember the plot anymore. Should rewatch that some time. Sequel here. Tags: smut, ruts, heavy dacryphilia, we are entering monsterfucker territory, established relationship, super long tongue, anallingus, deep penetration, bit of magic, overstimulation, degradation, slight dumbification (?), maybe a bit humiliation???, breeding, throatfucking, pleasure dom reader, begging, anal fingering, anal fucking, and still sweet I promise, reader is so in looooove

Hell could go fuck itself. The cold of Earth was easy to deal with when you had three blankets wrapped around you. Usually it took that and a thick hoodie to keep you at your preferred temperature, but as your eyes stayed trained on the TV in front of you, sweat gathered on your back. You frowned and removed one of the blankets, only now noticing your leg had been bouncing this whole time. A sigh left you as you saw what time of the year it was again. 

You had no time to think about the arrangements you needed to make. You could hear Dick fumble with his keys outside the door. From the way the keys jingled, you could tell he had his hands full of groceries again. You paused the TV with a snap of your fingers and strutted over to the door, blankets around you like a cloak. When you opened the door, you were greeted with the exact sight you were expecting. 

Grocery bags hung from Dick’s wrists. You took them all with one hand, the other holding the blankets around you. “Are we hosting a dinner party? Why did you buy so much,” you questioned as you easily carried the bags inside and put them on the kitchen island. You pushed one of the plastic bags open to peer inside, seeing a lot of ice cream inside.

“Because this year, you are spending your rut here with me,” Dick replied in a matter-of-fact tone, like you had already agreed to do that, but you had forgotten. You froze. With a slow breath you turned around to see Dick leisurely taking his shoes off. The idea alone was enough to shorten the time for your rut to arrive. 

“Since when do you know about that?” Your words were all carefully picked, spoken slowly with a weight hanging on each of them. When Dick approached you to give you his usual welcome kiss, you took a step back, not allowing him to change the subject. 

Dick looked hurt, but his patience seemed to be endless with you. He did not try to get closer and instead walked over to the kitchen island to get started on putting the groceries away. “It is kind of hard not to notice that you have a ‘business trip’ every year around the same time. I did some digging in the Justice League database…” Dick paused, staring at the canned soup in his hand as if it offended him. “Why did you never tell me?” His eyes raised up to meet yours, the look of disappointment no longer directed at the chicken soup, but at you instead. 

You swallowed and sat down at one of the barstools, unconsciously picking the one that put some distance between you and your partner. “The ruts just occur because I don’t spend the majority of my time in hell anymore. I know how much you value monogamy, so I just go back and tough it out,” you defended yourself, afraid Dick thought you were secretly fucking people on the side. Now holding a huge bottle of lube, Dick gave you the side eye. You understood immediately that you were not answering his question. “I was afraid you would think it too much. You’ve been dealing with so much. I was afraid another demon thing would be asking too much of you.” You held your head high, owning up to your shortcomings. The fact that Dick had bought all this stuff was enough proof that you had been wrong. “I’m sorry, I should have thought more highly of you.” 

Dick sighed, putting down the cup noodles he had just retrieved from one of the plastic bags. “Apology accepted,” he muttered, before looking at you again. He then paused. “But wait, you’re not gonna tell me your rut is dangerous or something? No ‘oh I might lose control and I don’t wanna hurt you’ or something? You’re just going to let me?” You chuckled and shed the blankets, so you could more easily circle the kitchen island to wrap your arms around your lover’s waist. 

Dick twisted his head to kiss you and you happily complied. After a short kiss, you started helping Dick with the shopping. “You’ll be fine. I’m centuries old now. I won’t be an unstoppable animal. 

The apartment was made rut-proof by Dick and you did not have the heart to tell him that the Justice League database might contain some anti-demon propaganda, because some of the preparations were even beyond your comprehension. Dick had stored away all breakable items. Your cabinets were full of cereal for some reason. What was up with that? 

You enjoyed the cold temperature Dick preferred for once as you lounged on the couch with Dick snuggled up beside you. You wanted him ten minutes ago, but he was so cosied up that you felt bad if you were to turn off the TV just to fuck him senseless. You thought you were doing well until Dick spoke up. “You’ve been hard since like five minutes into this episode. When are you carrying me to the bedroom?” He had said it so casually, like he wanted an actual answer like ‘oh around 10pm’ or ‘after this episode ends’. However, you knew better than that. This was your lover’s way of saying ‘take me now’. 

You did not even bother turning the TV off. In a flash, you had Dick off the couch and in your arms. With a shadow dash you were in the bedroom in an instant. Dick bounced on the mattress as you threw him onto the bed. There was no room for words as your clothes ripped and you captured Dick’s lips mid-transformation. “Sorry,” you mumbled between filthy kisses, “I can’t maintain my human form during the rut.” 

“I know,” Dick replied, hands grabbing at the muscles that tore through the fabrics. He helped rid you of the confines you found yourself in. He reached for your cock, but you grabbed his hand, gathering the other one as well to pin them both above his head. “Holy shit, this is so hot,” he said in a breathy chuckle, his face stretched in an excited smile. 

You held his wrists above his head with a single, large hand, while you took his lips between your fangs. You gently toyed with them, before sliding your long, thick tongue into Dick’s mouth. He moaned like a pornstar. You could smell his arousal, his excitement and his precum leaking inside his underwear. 

Normally you would play with him more, but not today. You had a hunger that had to be satiated, so you penetrated his throat with your tongue and with a snap of your fingers, got rid of Dick’s clothes. The textiles evaporated like water on the stove and you were pretty sure Dick had no idea you could even do that, but he was too busy deepthroating your tongue to care. You fed him your saliva, thinking he could use the aphrodisiac effects of it to get through the night. When you finally let his mouth go, Dick was gasping for air. He looked happy as he was panting on the bed.

You grabbed his ankles and flipped him over like a pancake. Dick was giggling like a school girl seeing her crush. He followed your lead, allowing you to put a pillow under his hips. Your huge hands could fit a round cheek in each of them as you pulled them apart, revealing Dick’s plugged little hole. “Why does it seem like you’re the one going through a rut?” You scolded him teasingly as you lightly tugged at the plug. You pulled a little bit out, just to push it back in. Dick was humming in reply, loving the nails that were leaving animalistic marks on his bum. 

“I am promised a whole couple of days of endless fucking. How can I not be excited?” You gave his butt a light slap as a sort of reprimand, but Dick just seemed to enjoy it. Eventually, you had enough of just watching his hole stretch over the plug and you pulled it out roughly. Dick gasped, the sound dissolving into a cry as your tongue entered his slick hole. Your senses got filled by your lover. His scent was like gasoline on the fire that produced your hormones. His cries, as you swirled your tongue around inside him, were like an open tap above a clogged sink that was already full of lust. His taste… My god, his taste was like the first time you hit the high on drugs and everything feels so good and you feel like you could stay in the moment forever, never wanting to return to normal life. 

Little by little, your tongue penetrated him deeper and deeper. Dick was humping the pillow underneath him and letting out small cries of pleasure. You did not know how long it took for Dick to take it all, but by the time you had all 20 inches of your tongue inside him, Dick was desperately humping the pillow and your face. “Feels so good, so good,” he kept muttering, body overtaken by pleasure. He seemed to be unable to think of anything else but his upcoming orgasm. You helped him fuck himself on your tongue, your claws leaving bruises on his ass. When you could feel him on the edge, you pulled him close and started violently wiggling your tongue inside him. 

Dick groaned as your tongue milked him through his first orgasm. No amount of twitching and squirming could free him from your grasp. His cum had long stained the pillow, but you did not stop, pressing on all his sensitive spots repeatedly. “Please, baby! Mercy! Please!” None of those words have ever been your safeword, so you kept going. 

Dick’s voice reached a crescendo as you kept stimulating him. He was near-screaming when you smelled it, the thing you needed most. You retracted your tongue and climbed over Dick. He fell on the bed like a puppet with its strings cut. You grabbed him by the hair and forced his head up. There they were, glistening on a line from his eyes down his cheeks. You licked the tears off his cheeks, before giving him an appreciative kiss on the lips. “Why?” Dick shuddered, eyes hooded and a quiver in his lips as he struggled with just a single syllable. 

You grinned down at him and caressed his pretty face. “I’m disappointed you didn’t study better,” you mockingly cooed at him as you moved. You sat down against the headboard, gently lifting Dick to sit in your lap. “You just read you were gonna get fucked and your dumbwhore brain just turned off, didn’t it?” You whispered as you scooted him forward until his dick was flush against yours. He was fully flaccid, but you did not need him to be hard at all. Dick nodded with his mouth slightly open, arousal painted on his face. You morphed one of your clawed hands into a more human shape, something without any sharp edges. You did not harm Dick as you inserted a single, thick finger inside him. His breath got stuck in his throat and he fell forward against you. You held him cradled against your chest as you thrusted that single finger inside him. “I’ll try to explain in a way my dumb little slut will understand,” you whispered, adoring how he had his hands in fists resting against your chest. “If I spend a rut with a human, the only thing that will satisfy me are tears produced during sex,” you entered another finger, “now most demons would choose some barbaric way to get those, but me… I have you.” You curled your digits, finding Dick’s prostate with ease. Whether it was your hellish nature or due to how well you knew him, you were not sure, but you always found it right when you were looking for it. 

Dick writhed against you as you rubbed his prostate relentlessly. “I’m going to make you feel so good, my love,” you promised, “I’m going to melt your brain with pleasure, so all that is left of you when I’m done is a pretty, mindless, little fuckslut.” Your dirty words hurled Dick towards his second orgasm. He was biting his lips until the very end, where a loud moan broke his silence. His limp cock poured his cum over your hard length, but even when that little bit of cum ran out, you held him in place with one hand, while violating his prostate with the other. 

Dick wailed in pleasure, but you could tell he was on that border of where too much pleasure was indistinguishable from pain. He gripped your shoulders, blunt nails digging in you as he seemed to hold on for dear life. He raised his head, eyes big and pleading. “Please, please, please,” he cried out. It did not take long for his limp cock to twitch in another attempt at spilling cum over you, but it was too soon and Dick had nothing to give, except the big, juicy tears that started pouring from his eyes. You leaned down, lapping them up as you continued your assault. Dick’s whole body was shaking at your onslaught. “Stop, please!” Dick eventually screamed. That was not the safeword, but you understood he needed a break, so you pulled your fingers out of him, while licking the last of his tears off his face. 

Dick leaned against you, still sobbing. You wrapped your arms around him, stroking his back gently. Everytime a tear escaped him, your tongue automatically darted out to lap it up. “Shh, you did well, rest a little,” you cooed. You waited patiently as his breathing slowed, until Dick eventually let his hand wander down to take a good grasp of you. He stroked your cock lazily, spreading his own cum over your length. 

You lifted your lover up and turned around, sitting him against the headboard. You stood on the bed, looming over him with your big cock pressed against his cheek. “Ready for more?” You asked with a wolfish grin. Dick responded by taking the head of your cock in his mouth. You let Dick ease into it on his own, watching as he went from sucking the head to licking it all over, eating his own cum off your cock. However, your patience was not endless. You grabbed him by the jaw and let a finger trace along where his head and neck connected. Dick felt the tingle of the spell that temporarily disabled his gag reflex. He understood and his mouth fell open, eyes looking up at you expectantly. 

You braced yourself against the wall and leaned forward to shove your cock inside Dick’s mouth as far as it would go. Though he could no longer gag, there were still limits to his human body, so it was simply impossible for him to take you balls deep. Not that it mattered. His throat bulged and you moved back again, gently fucking his throat at first. Dick kept looking up at you with those obedient eyes as if he had accepted his fate as permanent cocksleeve. It was hard to keep the pace gentle. Before you knew it, you were fucking his throat like it was all he was, just a cocksleeve. “Look at you, just taking my cock down your throat like you’re a human fleshlight,” you grunted as you pushed in a little past what you knew was Dick’s usual limit. His eyes watered, but he could not gag. When you pulled out, he gasped for air. While he was panting, you leaned down to lick the tears off his face that had formed. 

Then you did it again and again, alternating between degrading Dick while you fucked his throat and letting him breathe while you sated your hunger with his tears. It was so hot, your lover taking it so well. However, you did not want to cum in his mouth or on his face. There was only one place your cum belonged. You pulled out and grabbed his hair, savouring the tears, before you roughly manhandled him onto his back. You bent him in two, knowing how flexible he was. Dick put his feet behind his head, hands on his ass to show you the best view. With a swipe of your thumb over his hole, Dick’s ass started producing slick based on how aroused he was. It was unsurprising that he immediately started leaking like you had already bred him full. 

“Such a good, dumb, bitch. Look how fucking horny you are, even after I made you cum 3 times. You’re leaking like a slut.” Dick had no reply, not that he would have been able to say anything while you rammed your cock inside him. The slide was easy, but the stretch was so sudden. You did not start out with gentle thrusts this time, wanting it to hurt a little. 

Dick had been prepped, but there was no amount of fingering that made taking your cock not bordering between pain and pleasure. He threw his head back, moaning and whining. “Breed me, please, please, I need to be full, please,” he begged and begged in between your harsh thrusts. The wall got a beating too as the headboard slammed against it and the bed creaked under you. Dick could not stop begging. You were tethering on the edge, but you wanted to see him cum once more. 

Dick’s hard member twitched against his stomach. Not a single touch had been required. You grabbed Dick by the back of his head and pressed your foreheads together. “Cum for me, now.”

Dick shook his head as much as he could in your grip. “Together, please,” he begged, tears already forming in the corners of his eyes. You gave him an evil smile that showed your disagreement. “Please, you’ll keep going, I don’t know if I can…” 

You cut him off with your free hand that grasped his cock. “I said now,” you growled. He howled as you mercilessly fucking him to orgasm with your hand and cock. You were impressed by the two drops of cum that still managed to come out of his cock. And then, of course, you kept going, fucking him balls deep while you stroked his cock. Dick screamed, his legs coming down, but between your foreheads pressed together and your cock in his ass, he had nowhere to go. He begged, a string of “please” endlessly spilling from his mouth. He writhed. He cried. His tears were delicious, filled with lust, desperation and pleasure. 

You could not get enough of it, the flavour consisted of the most exquisite mixture of emotions that you ever tasted. However, you were not untouchable yourself. Dick came again, his ass spasming around your cock and your knot inflated, locking you in as you spilled your seed deep inside Dick. He could feel it, crying out as his walls were even stretched more by the influx of cum. You let go of his cock, watching his belly that clearly showed the outline of your cock inflate a little. 

You wrapped his legs around your hips, trying to make him as comfortable as he could be, while waiting for your knot to go down. Meanwhile, you licked the remaining tears off him and stroked his hair. “There you go, so good for me, my love,” you whispered. You pecked his cheek, concerned by how Dick was still shaking and looking like he fought seven planets worth of evil aliens at once. His eyes were still closed, mouth open to catch his breath. “Say something, my love,” you murmured, concerned by his silence. 

Dick’s body went slack and he finally opened his eyes to look at you. “Promise me something,” he spoke softly, voice a little hoarse. You nodded and let your hands wander, giving him gentle touches all over to comfort him. “I can’t actually die from too much pleasure, right?” 

You tried to hold back your laughter, knowing that too much movement would be really hard on Dick’s ass right now. “Silly boy,” you mused as you leaned down for a loving kiss. Dick could not do much right now, but he still tried to reciprocate. “I would never let anything happen to my special human.” 

Dick smiled and nodded. “Good, good…” He clearly wanted to say more, but did not have the energy for it. You did not press; he needed his energy for later.

[loserabby]

supernatural au with vi and jinx as dean and sam, end post.

[undermine-the-instinct]

would love for u to go into more detail about ur sesshomaru headcanons hehe <3

Okay bestie, I woke up from my nap for food so rapid fire- *cracks knuckles*

Sesshoumaru's teeth can extract and re-tract, but he doesn't do it often unless he's transforming or really mad. He thinks it makes him look undignified and sees how scared it makes Rin.

Same thing with his nails, and he can control the level of acidity in his poison claws. He can also turn it into a gas (smh chemical warfare in warring states Japan)

He's a very done or none kind of guy. He doesn't know what he wants from you- actually, gods be damned, no, he's infatuated. Alright. Alright. You're both getting married. No kids yet, you already have Rin. You're marrying a demon so you'll wear white and red. I think White for death, since he's still a youkai, and red since it's a common color for Chinese brides. Even though he's Japanese we see him wearing that patterned Chinese robe, so I assume he spent some time there on his conquest trials.

He was always in a superiority complex with his dad, and so when he was younger he so upset with his father, before Inuyasha, that he tried to cut and dye his hair. His mother was so angry she transformed and almost ate him. He's never cut it since.

Very dry and rare humour too, but If you don't like spice he will purposefully find something to eat that's ridiculously hot, and then kiss you like nothing's wrong. Why do you keep squirming? Hold still.

I also have a headcanon where eventually, they meet Inuyasha's group and he's SOOOO MAD about how much you love his brothers ears. He only weathers through it bc of how happy you are seeing items from your era (you asked if your children would have his pointed ears or fluffy ones and the idea endeared him horribly.) You and Kagome have meetups every few months or so and you keep getting strange and stranger things.

Kagome gives you a camera with plenty of film, but you forget to turn the flash off, so accidentally flash bang jaken and Sesshoumaru when you first went to take a picture. Jaken's eyes are more sensitive so he went blind for a few seconds and now, if Sesshoumaru ever sees the thing in your hands, he's going to snatch it and flashbang you 😖🤣.He says he doesn't know how it works in that dry voice of his but you know enough to take a picture right? You always have show him and to beg for it back before he gives it to you.

He took and keeps a half formed, blurry photo of you and Rin picking flower heads for herbs. Jaken and A-un are in the blurry background. He knows how to work a camera he just likes how you laugh when you hide your face from it.

[dearest-painter]

Just wanted to put this here!!

Imagine Yoriichi and Kokushibo’s reaction to young demon!reader getting a demon to spill info on the anomaly that young demon!reader is chasing down by holding the demon over the edge of a cliff threatening to drop them knowing the sun is coming up!!!

Oh I love this! Their just choking them out and dangling them over the edge of the cliff as they listen to the information needed, they only bring the anomaly back when Lyla appears and says “Yo! Kiddo! Miggy wants you back! Also, don’t kill the anomaly. We need it” then disappeares

[filthygalli]

[beastenraged]

If there's ratings and viewers that Braun has to cater to, do you think he gets calls complaining about the loss of his guest host?

[mlm-writer]

Tears of Lust pt. 2 (Dick Grayson x M!Reader)

Pairing:  Dick Grayson (YJ ver.) x Demon!Cis Male!Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1113 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 16 - Dacryphilia Note: The writer juices really ain't flowing lately. Part one here. Tags: reader is in a rut, established relationships, nipple play, monsterfucker territory, cereal, spanking and so much consent we love it

You figured out what the cereal was for. It was your human lover who wolfed half a box down. Something about ‘fibres’. When your knot had deflated enough to pull out, you had made him a bowl and when he finished that, he just started eating out of the box like they were crisps. You tried to be patient, but Dick was naked on your bed and your eyes fixated on the crumbs on his chest. With each breath, you watched those crumbs go up and down. “Are you finished?” You eventually snapped. Your body was thrumming and there was only so much self-restrained in your demon blood. Dick nodded and put the box aside. As soon as his mouth was empty, you had your tongue on him, licking the crumbs away and very intentionally swiping over his nipples. Dick gasped and squeezed your arm. 

“I need more,” you growled, voice laced with a hellish overtone, “but if you can’t, I need you to leave now.” You looked up into your man’s eyes. He was clearly a little fearful if he could handle another round so soon. You understood, but for the sake of your sanity, you needed him to leave you alone if he needed rest. 

“Hurt me instead,” he suggested out of the blue, voice hoarse and breathy. You cocked up a brow, unsure of what he was implying exactly. “Bite me, spank me, get a whip from the closet. I need a break, but there are other ways to make me cry and enjoy it.” Your concerned expression morphed into a smirk at his filthy words. You went back to licking his chest, digging the tips of your claws into his soft pecs as your sharp teeth played with a nipple. When Dick started squirming too much, you took his arms and pinned him down onto the bed with one hand. With your free one you started pulling and pinching the nipple that wasn’t occupied by your mouth. 

Dick mewled in pain and pleasure. You could smell precum dripping from his soft cock. It didn’t take long for his nipples to turn a bright red, every touch to them aching in the most exquisite of ways. The scent of his salty tears was like gasoline on a fire. You only momentarily stopped to lick them off his face, your hand and teeth switching places every time you stopped to feed on his tears. When the flavour changed, you knew he couldn’t handle much more, the pain in his nipples too much. The sore buds had gone through enough. 

You let go of Dick’s hands. They immediately flew up to grab you by the back of your neck. Dick kissed you feverishly, needing your lips on his to retain his sanity. His skin was hot against yours, the heat radiating off him reminding you of home. He whispered pleas against your lips. “Hurt me more, please. I need you to spank my ass red and feed on my tears,” he urged you in hushed words. How could you deny him, when he begged so intimately? 

Your bulging arms lifted him up and manhandled him across your lap as you sat on the side of the bed. “Comfortable?” You inquired as you groped his round rear. When you pulled a cheek aside, you could see his hole was still red and puffy from your previous romp. The sight made you salivate. 

“Very,” Dick sighed as he put his hands behind his back, relaxing with deep breaths. His voice drew your attention away from his glistening hole. The first smack barely got a reaction out of him, except for a small hitch in his breath, followed by a small sigh of content. It was not unexpected that Dick had a high pain tolerance, but after a few smacks, you got impatient, your force increasing, the intervals decreasing. 

Dick got louder when your methods changed. “Take it for me, baby, you’re my human toy. You’re being so good for me. I can’t wait until I can fuck you again.” The praise made Dick only louder. One of his hands left his back to reach out to one of yours. “What is it? Too much already?” He shook his hands and led your hand down. He wrapped your claw around his neck and then returned his own hand to his back. “Oh,” you mused in surprise. You were gonna go insane. He was nonverbal on pleasure and still asking you to choke him. 

Your digits dug in right where he loved it as you continued to spank his bottom. Dick sang a symphony of pleasure from every contact between you. When you tilted his head up and bent sideways to look at his face, you saw he had his eyes rolled back, red-bitten lips fallen open. It was like he was possessed by pleasure, the forceful slaps pulling the tears right out of his eyes. The angle was no longer in your favour. You needed a better view of his face. You lifted Dick up and scooted back a little. You put him on his knees, his thighs straddling yours. One hand found its way back to his throat, keeping a tight grip as you forced his face to stay right in front of yours. 

Your textured tongue ran over his face as your free hand spanked the tears out of him. His cock was oozing precum over your thighs, but you ignored it. You knew Dick’s hips would signal when he was ready to be touched there again. You were impressed by Dick’s constitution. In spite of trembling the moment he was on his knees, he took his like a good boy. He endured your exquisite torture for longer than you had thought he would, but eventually he whispered a soft ‘please stop’ as he wrapped his arms around you. His whole body was aflame, scorching to the touch and twitching in the aftershocks of pleasure. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him down as you lowered your upper body onto the bed. When your back hit the mattress, Dick collapsed on top of you, wincing when his cock got trapped between your heated bodies. 

Your hand rubbed over his sweaty back, avoiding the reddening skin lower on his body. “You’re doing so well,” you cooed with your eyes trained on the ceiling. If you avoided looking at your special human, maybe you could keep yourself a little longer from spreading his ass and fucking the tears and cum out of him. 

Dick only replied with a long, exhausted moan and some mumbled words against your hellish flesh. “I need more cereal.”

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[everlastingleuthymia]

Always the Mist Hashira , never a child .

You know I pity all the Demon slayer characters that went through so much . Imagine how it had been for everyone knowing Muichiro had to fight for life so young which everyone in the anime had gone through but Muichiro is still a child . Living his life to kill young , Even to Ṃ̴̵̢͔̖̗̻͚͉͔̫̘͇͔̃ͧͣ͆̐̍̃̍̓͐ͮ̍͠͡Į͎̠̇ͧ̅S̷͍̱̠̼̲̣̞͚̘̗̩̩ͥͯ͐ͪ̔̒͂̆ͧ̓ͬ͊͛̉ͯ͂́ͤͣ͂ͣͨ͢͟͡͝͞͡͞ͅS̥͓͆I̸̸̛̙͙̣̮̣͙̦̯͚̞̼̯̖̿ͩͩ̀̌ͤ́́̌̈́̊͊̀͗̀̅̅ͫ͘͢͜N̻̪ͪĜ̥̫͘͡͝_̸̴̸̷̛̭̘̠̣͖̗͖̫̭͓̜̬̱̞͗̏ͫ̃̿̅̉ͭͪ̏ͦ̓̽ͫ̈͘͢͢ Ĭ̧̛̮̳̭̺͕̞̳̩͎̦̳̞̭̻̙̯͒̾ͣ͋̽̂̉̑̈̀̔̋ͭ̚͘͟͢͝_Ņ̙̲͙̥͓̩̫͕ͤ̔̄ͧ͂̎̆̀̾̊ͧ̕f̵̵̵̵̜͓̤̜̞͎͎͍̞̜̘̙̙͍̟ͣ̂̽ͬ̊ͥͩ͛́̂͜͞͝o̭̼̫̲̦͉̤̱ͧ̎̔ͪ̽̽̕͟͟͝͝ͅr̷̗̟̝͙̝͈͛̔ͩͮ̑͝m̴̢̘͖̻̼̞̝̝̳͔̅̒̏̓̍̉͐̃͊̈́̓ͦ͞ạ̴̸̴̵̗̙̼̫̖̲̼̥̟̰͗͋̈́̋̈̾ͫ̔̒͆̾̒͂͑̅̏̂̂̕͜͟͝͠t̙̥̲͐ͬỉ̧͕̬͔͉̫͆͒͛o̸̵̴̷͙̝̘̺ͨ͌ͥͬͭ̄̂̌̎̍͢͜͝n̫͓̋̉̊͢͝ young .

[jaeminvore]

I was rereading some chapters of demon roomie and man is it such a gold mine for jokes like i was really killing it in almost every single chapter? 😭 I don’t think anything will top it imo like I’ve exhausted that one part of my brain responsible for being funny and will never be the same 🤕

[devotedlystrangewizard]

the school arc to me is so good because it drags ciel out of his position as a powerful figure and literally places him in the shoes of the person he could have been. the circus arc ALSO drags him out of his position as big bad queens watch dog/head of the phantomhive estate but the school arc feels like a mockery of a future that never was. this is what he could have been had his parents not died. and even then its NOT because he will never be that kid.

he never was.

[violentdelightsproductions]

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