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I really like the relationship between Kcalb and Yosafire. It's not like a father and a daughter, they're really good friends (Just like Kcalb and Yosaflame, I imagine). Maybe could I get something for them, like Kcalb trying to comfort Yosafire after a really bad discussion she had with Froze? Please?

“Stupid Froze!”

Stomp stomp goes the young demons feet, storming away from the house she and the angel shared. It was a particularly bad spat they just had, since a grumpy frown was on the demon’s normally cheerful face. And equally grumpy sounds leaked from the corners of her mouth as she angrily stomped away.

“Mmmgghhh...” Keeping it up all the way to the usual garden, her frustrated train of thought came to a screeching halt. Someone was already here, standing so familiarly stoic to Yosafire. “Old man!”

Flinching at the sudden voice, a sigh left the devil’s lips as he turned his head. Kcalb looked back at Yosafire for about one second before returning his attention to the flowers. ‘If I ignore her, she’ll bother me even more.’ He thought. He sighed again, biting the bullet and turning around to fully regard her. “How many times do I have to tell you: Stop calling me that.”

“Oh don’t be like that. ‘Kcalb’ just sounds too personal.”

‘So she can say my name’. The devil paused in his thoughts, blinking slowly as he looked at Yosafire. “That was an oddly cheerful shift in tone from how you were moments ago. Is everything alright, Yosafire?”

“What? I’m alright, Old man. There’s no way I’d be-”

“Yosafire.” She wasn’t the only one who could shift tones at the drop of a hat, Kcalb’s voice becoming much sterner. “... I won’t pry, but I can listen if you wish to open up.” And immediately softer. As he said that, he turned back around, sitting at the edge of the flower garden. He expected her to take a seat next to him, but wasn’t completely sure what she would do.

A few moments passed in silence, and Yosafire soon shuffled around, sitting in a way that allowed her to hide her face in her knees. And the devil knew whatever happened must have been pretty bad if she is like this.

“Stupid Froze and her dumb, stupid face.”

“..You had a fight?”

“It’s stupid.”

“...”

“...”

“Yeah, probably. But relationships, even friendships, can go through those sometimes. Or do you believe Etihw and myself get along all the time?” Oh if he had a record of all the times his cake was stolen.

Yosafire didn’t respond, just turned her head to hide her face even more. But she jumped a little when the devil reached out to pat her on the head. “Old man, what are you doing?”

“Comforting you. You obviously need it. What kind of Devil would I be if I ignored the plight of my kin?”

Finally, Yosafire let out a chuckle. “That’s so unlike you, old man.”

“...”

“Thanks.”

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Someone appeared to have closed the askbox, i don’t know who but because of this don’t send requests through submit! This means for now they’ll probably be clsoed!

- Mod Nadine

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Can you do a devilish threeway between ivlis, Reficul and Satanick? NSFW of course

“Scoot over already. I need room to join in at times, too,” acalm, severe voice whispered. She was nearly being shoved out of herrather large bed by her two bedmates, as handsy as one was and asavoidant as the other was, it was rather bothersome getting them bothto quiet down enough to sleep. At least, tonight, on this rainynight, she wasn’t too interested in sleeping next to them.

Nicky’s hands were anywhere but to himself. They pressed into hisother devils’ skin, massaging, fondling, groping at every inch hecould get a hold of. Every pinch was reacted to with a squeak byIvlis, every squeeze released a breath from Reficul, and every soundmade him giggle with glee. He was certainly the instigator to all ofthis, enough to fluster even the usually dead serious Reficul intowanting to join in.

Ivlis, on the other hand, was rather uncomfortable. He was tired, toomuch to do anything much to really stop his lovers from doinganything. He wanted to sleep, yet every time he closed his eyes hecould feel her lips against his eyelids and Satanick’s handstouching every bit of his exposed skin. He sighed, slowly feeling theheat of frustration coming over him, keeping him even further fromthe sleep he so desired.

“At least… make it somewhat quick,” he grumbled, scaled fingerswrapping around Reficul’s sides. “I would rather sleep tonightthan tomorrow.”

The tallest of the trio chuckled at that, pleased that his darlingIvlis was joining in now. Not too long ago he would storm away in afiery annoyance, sleeping at home or next to one of Reficul’s otherlovers, who were far less interesting than him. “I’ll think aboutit. How about you, Refi?”

“Mm… I don’t mind.” She leaned in, pressing her lips toIvlis’ to thank him for his embrace. “I would rather take mytime, but something rough is nice too.”

“Rough…? Whatever gets you off my back, then,” he grumbledmore, the embrace soon turning to gropes, bruising grips against hersides, and teasing. Satanick continued his own handsy nature, keepingeven less hidden as he humped into Ivlis’ rear, hard on alreadyevident. The flame devil couldn’t help his own with so muchstimulation, especially when Reficul grinded her hips against him,making it an assault on both of his sides.

“N-not so rough, hah...” Ivlis couldn’t help but complain,though this wasn’t unpleasant at all. They had, at least, askedfirst, after all, and Reficul felt nice and soft. Even Satanickwasn’t irritating him as he ripped off what little coverings he hadand pressed more directly. Every bit of the trio’s nethers were hotand needy for one another, and soon Satanick pressed himself in,forcing Ivlis to follow suit into Reficul.

Satanick chuckled darkly as he started to move, clinging tight to hisother as he dug his teeth into his back. The scaly devil was evenhotter inside, even if he could only take about half of his memberbefore whining in pain. At least for tonight, he would be politeenough to not make him bleed from this. It was dizzying, he mused,especially in this embrace of his two absolute favorite devils, toshare something akin to love in this lust.

Reficul would prefer to be on top, but allowed the clingy devil to dowhatever he wished to her for now. It would be a simple matter to getthe two on top of one another, but she couldn’t be bothered rightnow, shadowy hands reaching out and helping them both along in theirthrusting. His member was definitely hotter than what she expected,and she silenced quiet moans into Ivlis’ lips, letting hhis mindfill up with ecstasy from every possible angle. She groped along hissides, massaging along the scars and his ribs to tease him more.

Ivlis couldn’t keep it up for long within all of this, and soonfound himself at the end of his rope. He plunged deep into Reficul,growling out his climax, unable to stop his teeth from digging intothe devilet’s lip. She looked to wince in pain as he did, butsmiled as he relaxed, kissing him more as she thrust herself alonghis member as it softened. He felt Satanick continuing his enjoymentwith his rear, his own head getting dizzy from the thrusting and thegroping against his thighs before hearing the other devil cummingdeep within him.

The two pulled out, wrapping their legs and arms around each other,caging Ivlis in an even deeper embrace. He sighed, shutting his eyesto the first peaceful silence he had since he climbed into this bed.Satanick clung the tightest, enough to reach both of his lovers witha goofy smile on his face, while Reficul was rather reserved, simplyresting her hands against Satanick’s arm and Ivlis’ chest.

“… Goodnight, you two.”

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sorry if this seems like a weird question but im kinda curios over why you choose nadine and not chlomaki

I think it might be because i like using as my image character more then Chlomaki due to i’ve been called problematic for it before, it’s either Nadine or Emalf at this point

- Mod Nadine

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We’re still up! Go ahead and submit when you’re ready!

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I dont mean to be that person(tm) but a while back i sent an ask about fumlux about fumus staying over at elux's place and i was wondering if it got eaten up by tumblr or something like that

Hi anon!!  I can’t find it in the inbox, so tumblr might have eaten it, but I had a check on the blog and I think this might be it!!  If not, feel free to send in another request for it!!

- Mod Sagan

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Can I request If x Killisaki where If has been captured by KIllisaki's parents and given to him like a gift and to her face he's like "I'm as embarassed about this as you are" but once he gets her back to his room he's kissing and biting all over her despite her bitter blood?

As he approached the house, he paused, a familiar smell in the air.  That bitter, accursed blood.  She was here.  He bared his fangs, and rushed into the house, throwing open the door, and following the smell, before being greeted by a surprising sight.  The vampire hunter, who had feared was attacking, was bound up, and his parents were grinning like loons.  His adrenaline was still pumping, but he was calming as his parents spoke, a cruel glint in his father's eye.  

"Hey kiddo~  This pest popped by, apparently she was looking for you!  I was just going to kill her, but your mother had the most wonderful idea!  You always seem so lonely, so why not give her to you?  I do hope you enjoy her~  Try not to break her too quickly, ok?~"  Yatsuzaki gave him a wink which made his poor son cringe as he finished, before effortlessly picking up If, and pushing her towards Killisaki.  He caught her, and she glared up at him, a familiar fury in her eyes.  He sighed softly, leaning down to whisper in her ear, his voice a low growl. "Look, how do you think I feel about this?  This is really awkward for me as well..."  He trailed off as he saw his parents staring at him, before growling softly, and giving If a sharp tug, before picking her up bridal style, and carrying her back to his room.  The whole time, she struggled fruitlessly, until he used his shadow hands to restrain her.

Stepping into his room, he kicked the door closed behind him, before throwing If onto the bed with a low growl.  He all but pounced atop her, swiftly ripping off her bonds, before pinning her down, a low growl escaping his throat.  His previously feigned concern was gone, and he pushed If into the bed roughly, his fangs brushing against her neck as he breathed in her scent.  He felt her shudder beneath him, and grinned, pulling back with a smirk, before roughly biting her neck, growling as he began to drain her, her struggles just making her blood pump faster.  Her delightfully disgusting blood filled his mouth, and he greedily drank it, pulling back after just a moment, careful not to take in too much.  After pulling back, he gave the wound a gentle kiss, licking the droplets of blood that were appearing on her neck.

If, for her part, found this revolting.  As she felt her blood be drained, she found herself going red, struggling against her assailant.  Though she'd deny it, she was enjoying this.  As he kissed her neck, she bit her lip, holding back a moan.  She was a vampire hunter, damn it!  She shouldn't be into this!!  And yet, here she was, getting aroused from being bled!  If she just had her knives, this never would have happened...  She cursed under her breath, drawing a smirk from the bastard atop her, and prompting him to kiss her.  She only grew more red at that, before kissing him back, melting into his grip.  She shuddered as his hands gently eased down her clothes, his fangs sinking into her shoulder as he all but tore off her dress.  She covered her chest, cursing louder and wincing in pain as he tore into her shoulder, and pretense of politeness gone.  He knew what he wanted, and he was taking it.  The huntress let out a small moan as she had her blood drained, and melted against him, shuddering with pleasure as he greedily gulped down her blood, ignoring the bitter taste.  She inadvertently let out a moan, and tried to hide it, her face going a darker red as he pulled back, kissing down her chest, tracing the shape of her collarbone, her hips bucking as he began to grind against her.  He smirked at her reaction, his fangs brushing against her collarbone, and she moaned softly.  He straightened up, before sliding his hands down her to her chest, teasing her softly with a smirk, kissing her gently as she moaned, before pressing in harder, growling as his demonic nature took over, his shadow hands finishing off stripping her.  He pulled back one more time, and she dove up, hissing as she pushed him backwards.

She was a hunter, damn it!!  She wouldn't lose here!  As he fell back in surprise, she turned, sprinting towards a large window, grabbing a heavy book from his side table and throwing it, shattering the window, before grabbing one of the curtains, delaying her fall just long enough for her to survive the drop.  She landed outside their house, naked, covered in blood and bite marks, but alive.  She took a shaky breath, and ran.  She hadn't enjoyed that.  At least, that's what she told herself.

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could i request some yonaka x moge-ko micro vore where moge-ko .... ya know, eats, yonaka, with some food play or somethin?? (like putting yonaka in a macaron) or something of the sort. idk. have fun. love u mods stay hydrated

Thank you ever so much!!  I hope you enjoy the fic, sorry it took so long!!

- Mod Sagan

Yonaka awoke to find herself in a bizarrely bright room, her pounding head cushioned by a red sofa.  She glanced about, trying to work out where on earth she was, before trying to get up.  As she did, she suddenly discovered her hands and feet were tied.  How long had they been like this?  She was finding it hard to focus, her head was throbbing, and the bright lights in the room weren’t helping.  She moved her mouth, and found herself gagged.  She froze, before taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself.  She just had to try and remember how she’d gotten here, and then she could get out.  What had she been doing?

As she was trying to remember, she suddenly heard a door open.  She tried to look around, attempting to find the source, before there was suddenly a strange girl looming over her.  As she stared up at her, something clicked in her head, and the panic began to set in.  She remembered now.  She had been running from Moge-ko, and then something had hit her.  And now, she was here, and Moge-ko was above her.

“Hi there~  Yo~Na~Ka~”  She spoke in a sing-song voice, her knife dancing in the air, far too close for comfort.  Yonaka didn’t dare move as the creature spoke, her teeth flashing dangerously as she did so.  "Now then, you gave me quite a run~  THAT REALLY ANNOYED ME.  But, it’s OK now!!~  Because you’re here, with me!!~  And you’re all mine~“  As she spoke, the fear began to set in, and Yonaka began to struggle.  She squirmed and writhed, attempting to break free.  She needed to get out of here, needed to run, needed to get away.  Moge-ko just laughed, and gripped her by her face, her dagger like teeth inches away from her face.  "Aren’t you happy, Yonaka?~  You’re going to be all mine~”  After saying that, she stepped back, before pointing her knife at her, and chanting softly.  She could barely make out what was being said, other than the mumble of prosciutto, and the occasional “Moge”.  Her vision began to fade to black, and she found her feeble attempts to escape fading.  Despite her best efforts, she fell asleep.

When she awoke, she found herself in another, very strange place.  She was no longer tied up, but she found herself instead on a large, slippery white surface, and there was an overwhelming smell of ham.  She struggled to stand, and when she finally did, she heard a loud, booming voice, laughing mockingly.  "Ehehe~  You’re finally awake!!~“  She looked up, and found herself looking up at an impossibly large Moge-ko.  She tried to run, but Moge-ko was faster, her hand scooping up the poor human, cradling her in her hand with a cruel grin.  "No no no~  You’re not going anywhere!!~”  As she said this, she picked up a piece of prosciutto, before wrapping it around Yonaka, giggling at her struggles.  Then, she carefully picked her up, dangling her over her mouth, taking a deep breath, breathing in the scent of fear, before dropping her with a smirk.

She caught her in her mouth, her tongue gently rolling against the meat, sampling and tasting it, smirking as she felt the girl inside struggle desperately.  She closed her eyes, sealing Yonaka’s fate, trapping her inside.  Even so, the girl struggled, escaping the ham and desperately trying to get free from Moge-ko’s mouth.  Every time she tried to run, the tongue rolled under her, unbalancing her, causing her to drop against it, letting the creature sample her delightful flavor more.

Yonaka began to cry as she realized how hopeless her situation was, but yet she still struggled, desperately attempting to escape even as she felt the movement’s slow, knowing what was coming next.  And, sure enough, the tongue rose up, pushing her further back, and she found herself sliding down Moge-ko’s throat. She screamed as she slid down, the hot walls of her throat pressing against her, forcing her further down, until she landed into the other’s stomach with a soft squelch.  She sobbed, curling up into a ball, and accepting her fate as the acid’s began to fill the stomach, knowing she was doomed.

Moge-ko let out a soft, satisfied sigh, relaxing on her sofa with a smile.  That was that dealt with~  She was in such a good mood, maybe she’d go kill someone!!  What fun~

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This Funamusea blog is amazing! Keep up the wonderful work, you guys!

We’ll try, I know we’ve been super slow for a while :death:

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Could I request Rigatona x Cranber fluff where Rigatona tries to calm Cranber with physical affection?

I hope you enjoy this, anon!!  Please let me know if this isn’t quite what you wanted, and I’d be happy to do an alternate version!!  Thank you for the adorable request though, it was a delight to write!!

- Mod Sagan

She spread her wings wide as she approached, lazily gliding down to where she had been summoned.  As she landed, her powerful wing beats kicked up dust around herself, before she strode forwards, her aura exuding confidence and power.  The other soldiers seemed to almost shrink away, and she approached the one who had summoned her.

"Report, soldier."  Her voice was cold and firm, icy and harsh.  She had important business to attend to, and better places to be than this dusty frontier plane.  The soldier stammered out something about a monster, a beast of blood and death, but in truth, she'd stopped listening.  She pushed past them, heading out towards the area the soldier had been blocking, taking off even as the soldier shouted for her to be careful.  She was only flying for a few minutes before she found what she was looking for - a trail of dead bodies, and at the end, a demon.  The angel landed a short distance away, and approached slowly, one hand outstretched.

"Hey Cranber...  Look at me...."

The demon spun at the words, an arm in their hand, which they threw away as they saw the angel.  Her eyes were ravenous spirals, and she stalked forwards, leaned over, spiked wings spread wide.  Her tongue flicked out, tasting the air, and Rigatona folded in her wings.  "Come on now, no need to be like that.  Let's play nice, OK?"

Cranber surged forwards, and Rigatona sighed.  "I guess we're not then."  As the demon reached her, she turned, grabbing the demon's arm and rolling her over the angel's back, slamming her into the ground on the other side of her.  Then, she pinned her down, sitting atop her and pressing her wrists into the ground above her head.  She stared into Cranber's eyes even as the demon writhed beneath her, sighing and holding her there.  After what couldn't have been more than a minute, Cranber seemed to tire, and Rigatona relaxed a little.  She moved one hand to gently stroke Cranber's hair, softly petting the demon.  In response, Cranber surged up again, wrapping her wings around Rigatona, the spikes digging into the angel's wings.  She put up no resistance, and instead simply stroked Cranber's hair, even as demon's fangs sunk deeper into her wings, and her claws attempted to slash at the angel's arms.  She ignored the pain, moving a hand to softly stroke Cranber's cheek, petting her lightly.

As she stroked her cheek, she saw Cranber begin to calm.  Her movements became less erratic, and her blood-soaked hands gently came to rest on Rigatona's arms.  The angel continued to gently calm her, stroking her hair, petting her softly, before she began to whisper.  "It's OK now...  It's OK...  You're safe now..."  

The angel's voice was soft, barely audiable, and yet it seemed to envelop Cranber's mind, drowning out the pumping of her blood, the beating of the angel's heart, the chaos and violence and death.  Cranber began to calm, to come back to herself.  She looked into Rigatona's scarlet eyes, and found herself becoming calmer and calmer.  She looked up at her, before gently pulling her wings back, the fangs disappearing as her hair shifted forms, instead becoming a pair of wide wings.  "Rigatona...  I'm...  I'm sorry..."  She began to cry, tears cutting a path through the blood on her face, and Rigatona held her close, gently stroking her hair, rocking back and forth softly, and whispering sweet nothings to her.

They sat there for what seemed like an eternity, but eventually, Rigatona had to move.  She pulled Cranber back, before pulling a red and green handkerchief from her pocket, and gently wiped away Cranber's tears, and the blood.  She smiled softly, before kissing her, and standing.  She let out a small groan as she stretched, wincing a little when she tried to move her wings - she'd need to see Ciel when she got back.  She helped Cranber to her feet, before hugging her softly.  "Come on dear, let's get back, OK?"  She gave the demon's hand a little squeeze, and they set off, back through the wasteland, back towards home.

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ABSOLUTELY LOVED THE SALWADA!!! you had some kind of au in mind? (not criticizing, just super curious!)

Ahh, thank you, I’m glad to hear it!!  And I went with a post-war AU, with Sal being locked in the dungeons until they could find a way to cure him!!  I figured you’d want Wadanohara to have feelings for him, and I thought this would make for a nice way for her to take care of him!  I’m glad you enjoyed the fic!  Thank you for the feedback, it means a lot!!

- Mod Sagan

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(Hiii! Could I request Blue Sea Wadanohara x Red Sea Sal fluff/smut? I just want Wadda to give him some love, please!

Putting it under a readmore so it doesn’t clog up your dash!  Sorry it took so long, life got in the way!!  I hope you enjoy it!!

- Mod Sagan

The Sea Witch slowly made her way down the stairs, her footsteps echoing as she descended deeper under the castle.  She hadn't known about the existence of this area before, but Uomi had opened it recently.  It had apparently served as a dungeon, before the Sea King had abdicated.  It was cold, and and shadowy, barely lit.  As she reached the bottom of the stairs, the guards stepped aside, nodding respectfully.  

"The usual, Wadanohara?"

She nodded, though they needn't have asked.  She came down often, but always visited the same prisoner.  As she reached his cell, one of the guards unlocked the thick metal door, and she stepped inside.  "You know what to do when you want to come out.  We'll be here."  The witch nodded, the heavy door clicking closed behind her.

Inside the cell it was dark, almost pitch black, and she stepped forwards cautiously.  She heard the movements of his clothes from the far side of the cell, and then a small, weak cough.  He laughed, his voice strained, weak, lacking the confidence he had carried before.

"So, my dear Wadanohara, you're back again?  How long has it been?  Four, maybe five meals?"  He let out a strained laugh, and Wadanohara stepped towards the sound, raising a hand and summoning a small ball of pale light, casting tall shadows from the both of them.  She looked at him, sighing softly as she strode over.

He was a pale shadow of the shark he had once been - his suit, once pure white, was now dirtied, his hair a mess, his smile stained faintly red with blood.  She slowly approached him as his legs shook, and softly embraced him.  He scoffed, but accepted the support, relaxing a little before she lead him over to his 'bed', though in truth it was little more than a sack on the ground.  She lay him down gently, and embraced him softly.  The shark held her with what little strength he had, and Wadanohara simply sat there with him, for a moment.  Then, she turned her head, and kissed his cheek.  Her face flushed red as she did that, and he froze, struggling to understand what had happened.  He moved to gently cup her chin, smiling softly as he kissed her, holding her close with his other arm.

"Well now, this does make for a pleasant surprise.  Is this your way of telling me you wish to join the red sea, dear?"

The witch scoffed, but kissed Sal again, sighing and gently stroking his hair.  "No.  But... I do care for you.  I don't like seeing you hurt like this, Sal."  She sighed softly, shifting to lie next to him, gently holding Sal, kissing his cheek and just lying there, thinking.  As she did, she felt his hands roaming, but made no move to stop him, enjoying his surprisingly gentle touches on her back, the way he touched the edges of her hair.  She sat up, before gently stretching, and placing her small hands upon his chest.  With a gentle chant, she began to spread her magic through him, and he sighed, feeling his aches fade as she healed him.  He sat back up, gently holding her close, and then he burried his face into her shoulder.  She said nothing, and simply held him there, stroking his hair as she felt him shudder and cry.  Neither spoke a word, and she simply let him weep.  

Time passed, though neither could say how much, and then he pulled back.  Wadanohara gently wiped away his tears,  before gently smiling at him, and stepping off him.  He let out a short breath, before carefully standing, his voice surprisingly soft.  "...Thank you, Wadanohara.  I love you, truly, I do."

She gave no reply, and instead simply stood there, watching him, conflicted.  Then, after a few moments, she stepped forwards, stood on her tip toes, and kissed him again.  He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, before his hands started to roam.  He traced the form of her through her clothing, sharp fingers trailing down her back, brushing along her back, one moving to gently grope one of her cheeks as the other moved up, gently gripping the back of her neck, a soft sigh of pleasure parting his lips as Wadanohara made no move to stop him - instead, her hands moved to his waist, fumbling with his belt, before easing down his pants.  Sal raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, instead pausing for a second to strip, removing his dirtied suit from him, exposing himself to his beloved.  She ran a hand down his now naked torso, and he grinned, moving to gently strip off her clothes as she examined his scarred body.  His muscles rippled beneath his skin as he lifted her dress off her, and she paused for a second to help him remove it.  She shivered as she was left in her underwear, sliding off her panties as Sal watched, drinking her in as she shyly undid her bra.  Then, with one hand, she lightly slid down his underwear, gasping softly as his claspers were exposed, her other hand moving to gently stroke one of them, her blush just growing.  They twitched under her touch, causing her to let out a small squeak, and a soft chuckle escaped Sal.  His hand moved down to gently caress her slit, kissing her cheek as his now soaked fingers teased her, a smile spreading across his face at how red she was becoming.  He teased her more, gently pressing kisses into her neck as she moaned, her other hand teasing his other member, causing him to shudder, faint moans escaping him as his teeth lightly grazed against her neck.  He paused as she pulled away, before she gently pushed him down, causing him to smirk as he lay down, gazing up at her as she straddled him shyly.  He gently stroked her waist, gripping it softly as he guided her upon his members, causing her to let out a small squeak as they pressed against her entrance.

A moan escaped Sal as Wadanohara lowered herself onto him, a shudder passing through his body as he drank in her image, his hands moving to gently stroke her waist, sliding up her sides to gentle tease her chest, before being rewarded as she tightened up around him, a moan escaping the witch.  He shuddered as she rode him, tears pricking at his eyes as he reached up to draw her close, holding her tight as his hips bucked, and his tears began to fall.  She kissed him softly, and held him close.

He must have fallen asleep, since he woke up some time later, his head resting on Wadanohara's lap, the sea witch gently stroking his hair.  She smiled as she saw him wake up, gently easing him off her lap and helping him up.

"Morning, sleepyhead.  You've been out for a while...  Guess you really needed that sleep, huh?"  She giggled, and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.  Tears threatened to spill forth once again, but he blinked them back, instead smiling softly and kissing her.  She kissed him back, before pulling back regretfully.  "I've got to go now though, I'm sorry.  I'll be back soon, OK dear?"

Sal nodded, and sat on his bed as he watched her leave.  Such a beautiful sea witch.  His Sea Witch.

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Can i ask for smut with Lzet and Mors (technically Mors is grown up) where Lzet just snaps and starts fucking him?

Annoying. Every stack of paper he had neatly organized by date, color coded by importance, signed (with his mistress’ signature, one he had long learned to freehand), and set in a box to be sent to.. Wherever they needed to go. Servants usually took them after Lzet was finished with them. Unfortunately, today’s servant was annoying. The boy. The one who always fucked up all his work, making it take twice, three times as long.

Now Lzet’s office was an avalanche, no, a sea of paper and ink, the boxes strewn every which way, and his day’s work now needing… a week? At least. Which would compound into two weeks tomorrow, and if he cannot finish today and tomorrow’s then, another week…

“Annoying,” he grumbled. He had gone for a simple break, a power nap, even, and now this. The demon yawned, scratching his head shakily, the most he could muster. Even with this, it was difficult to be angry for any amount of time. Not enough energy to go around anymore.

Lzet turned about and lumbered through the stony halls. The rain, endless as it was, pitter-pattered about the walls, impossible to escape but in the deepest chambers of the castle. Even so, it was never humid, by the grace of his dear mistress.

“Annoying… Little brat.” Lzet caught himself saying. Any other day, he would simply return to his work, as there was no time to delay. Any other day he wouldn’t spend any time hunting down that demon. It was a waste of time, as it would simply repeat. “... But today I’ll make you scream.”

The demon unlocked Mors’ room, entering it quietly. He was lounging on the couch, lazy brat, not paying any mind to his surroundings. Everything in Lzet’s vision was blurry and dark, even after his usual power nap, but it was enough for him to see his target.

His hand grabbed and covered Mors’ mouth, muffling a panicked scream, before ripping off his slacks and pinning him down with one of his others. A sadistic smile, shaky and strange looking, crossed over his face as he undressed himself, just enough to present what he was going to do to the skeletal demon.

Mors’ eyes went wide, his weak arms struggling now, though to no avail against the older, exhausted Lzet. No amount of effort would work against him when he was this deprived of sleep. He forced Mors’ legs open, treating what little skin showed roughly with his free hands, marking and bruising the paper-white flesh. With a dark chuckle, he pressed his member in, forcing himself right inside Mors’ rear.

Lzet relished in the gagging moans below him, emotionlessly watching his other demon’s red eye, the other still covered as usual. He debated brushing Mors’ hair away, maybe marking it more permanently, though decided against it, as this cruelty was adequate as it was. He had his way with this brat, and smiled his toothy smile as he did, only getting rougher, pounding into the demon violently.

“S-stop…” He heard him saying. Begging, even, barely able to speak with Lzet’s palm digging into his teeth. The older demon only grinned more, getting rougher, deciding to take one hand and wrap it around Mors’ member and stroke. He was anything if not reciprocal.

“Brat... “ Lzet growled, pressing himself as far as he could and holding himself there, now enjoying teasing his lesser with his ever so deft fingers. “The next time you do that, I’ll tie you up for a week.”

His eyes widened again, before closing, the demon nodding in acceptance. He let out an embarrassed, gagged moan as he came, coating Lzet’s fingers. The fly sighed, pulling himself out, now emptied, cleaning his hands with his tongue, as vestigial as it was. “.. Irritant. I’ll comfort you until it’s time for me to work again. Maybe I’ll drag you along to organize it as well,” he whispered, setting Mors into his lap and drifting off to a short nap.

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request: Minami trying to learn to play a really hard song on the piano to surprise his mother.

The house was quiet, nearly empty, but for one small, warm presence. A young child sat at the great instrument, fingers barely reaching the keys, and the width far too much for his arms to reach. But, he saw when his mother played that she didn’t need the entire spread of keys. The boy puffed up his cheeks, taking a deep breath before reaching out and starting to try and play.

The dissonant sounds of unpracticed play started to echo through the house, dulled by the water that filled it. Yet, every unknowing step started to bring in a melody, a beat. Minami had watched his mother play many times before, and mimicked her, pressing one key in a shaky rhythm, He wanted to hear her song, at this time. It wasn’t often that he was home alone, and he missed her, even if she would be home in a short while. He thought and thought to himself, trying to recall how it went.

Minami tested every key he could reach, finding the ones that sounded close enough to Wadanohara’s song, and then tried his hardest to remember how they would be played. Melody eventually followed rhythm, his small fingers straining to follow her movements in his own way. It sounded silly, rather childish and slower than hers, but the child eventually got the hang of it, not even hearing as the door to the house opened.

His mother listened to the tune of the piano, eventually settling down to watch him as he played. Samekichi joined her, watching from the doorframe. Every sound was filled with love, and even if it wasn’t the best of arrangements, it sounded just like how they felt Minami was. She smiled, especially seeing how focused he was on the piece; usually he would come running right to the door, but he was buried in his work. He wanted her to be proud of him, and she definitely was.

When Minami felt he had finished his first ever composition of his mother’s song, he sat back, sighing heavily. His arms felt heavy, but he hadn’t a moment to rest before he heard clapping echoing through the small room, just behind him. He jumped in his seat, turning around in a panic before he saw his parents, smiling down at him.

“Did you learn that by yourself?” Her loving voice asked.

Minami managed to nod, curling up a bit on the seat. Wadanohara headed over, ruffling his hair before drawing him into a hug.

“You did wonderful. But I think you should make your own songs, as well,” she whispered, smile still painted on her face, heart swelling with joy.

Minami nodded, clinging to her. It was fun, and this feels nice, nice enough for him to keep trying.

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Kyou and Aconita make love to each other, with fluff please.

The thumping of her heartbeat, rhythmatic, beautiful, brought a tear to his eye. He looked up towards her soft smile, unmoving otherwise, her soft skin on his cheek. Aconita reached, setting a hand on his head, eyes closing ever so slightly, obscuring their dark color with a pure white. He nestled in, returning to his listening, hands clinging tight to her, so that she may never disappear.

This embrace was filled with a warmth unlike any other in this dark room. Though they looked so different, they fit in each others arms as if they were always meant to be there. Kyou looked upon her again, so happily, every bit of exposed skin just a tiny bit more of his lover, who was so much more than just what he saw. It was heaven, to be joined together like this, so completely.

And she, who was so much smaller, didn’t need words to describe him. He was a light to her darkness, though what darkness that amounted to was a drop of ink on a paper. Her small smile sized him up, and she watched him watching her with glee. Eyes only for him, and eyes more than enough for her.

Her heart raced as he moved, even if it was slow, so pleasing it was. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging ever tighter, eventually pressing her lips to his, not wanting him to let go. He nodded into the kiss, keeping it slow, just enough so he could feel every bit of her, and every muscle moved teasing a tiny breath into him. She was even hotter like this, especially with how he felt her heartbeat, her warmth and love mixed in with a wonderful, heavenly rhythm.

Kyou pulled away from the kiss to grin at her, just to let her catch her breath, before pressing right back in, wrapping her up in his arms and in the bedcovers, so small in this world, yet all he would ever want to see. She softly gasped as he came, though giggled nonetheless, happy to be surrounded and filled with such warmth to last a lifetime. But this was only one night together, with so many others to come, Aconita couldn’t wait to share each and every one of them with him.

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Could I request Fukami, memoca and Dolphi trying to bake something as a surprise while wada is gone? How would it go?

Silence was in the room as Wadanohara had just left and now it was just Fukami, Memoca and Dolphi.

“Maaan this is boring..” Memoca said, breaking the silence and startling Dolphi. “Can’t we just do something?” She added. Fukami put down the book he was reading and looked at Memoca.

“Well then what would you like to do?” He answered. The seagull really had no clue so she started to spout out random ideas and one caught the little dolphin’s attention.

“I… I liked that idea with baking… maybe making a cake for Wadanohara as a surprise for when she comes home… or… something like that…” she mumbled.

They all picked up on the idea and agreed to it. After a while of looking through recipe books in the kitchen they found a recipe for chocolate muffins which they decided to do. Fukami got the ingredients and put them on the table, telling the other two to put on aprons and wash their hands. They both struggled with reaching the sink and tying the knots to the aprons but got help from Fukami.

They looked through the instructions multiple times each one of them but now it was time to actually start making the small desserts.

Memoca seemed overly excited for this and wanted to dump everything in the bowl while Fukami wanted a perfect amount of what they needed. Nothing more and nothing less. He wanted perfection for Wadanohara after all. While dolphi was struggling keeping up with them both. After some reading errors and confusion they got the muffins into the oven and now it was just to wait and see if it would come out right.

After 15 minutes the alarm for the oven went off and the familiars gathered while the octopus picked out the iron plate that held the cupcake forms.

The desserts did not look like what they did in the picture and their surroundings smelled a little bit… burnt. Fukami told the two that they should wait till the muffins had cooled down. And more tedious waiting ensued.

Memoca, after the wait, went to the kitchen and picked a muffin, removing the paper form around it and took a bite. Chills ran down her spine over the taste. It was worse than imagined.

“Hey it’s not too bad! It just needs… uh… SPRINKLES!! Let’s put sprinkles on them!!” Memoca said to the other two behind her, putting hers away and getting glittery sugar sprinkles.

“There we go! And now we save them for Wadanohara!”

And they did wait till Wadanohara came home. The table was decorated with the desserts in the center. Her familiars explained what they had been trying to make and she happily agreed to take a bite.

Upon tasting, she seemed to have a hard time eating and swallowing it. She was quiet for a moment, putting it away.

“Heheh.. at least you did your best.. thank you so much guys” she said with a smile.