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Do What U Want

Shameless hsr smut for no reason ((voyeurism, riding, choking+riding, welt is additcted to p*ssy looool))

Gepard, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Welt x Reader 

A/N: I kinda want these big, stupid men so b4d! I pulled this out of my ass because I could NOT stop thinking about Welt.... Gepard turned into Welt into Jing Yuan into Sampo LOL I never got to writing for Blade 

!! ALL SMUTTTTTT // NSFWWW !!

WC - 2,276

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Gepard

“So this is what you do when I am gone?”

The captain nearly jumps at your voice, ultimately freezing all over as his hand stills over his cock. He’s immobile, shame stuns him speechless and all he can do is stare at you. With his heavy cock still in hand, and abdomen on full display because of his shirt being pushed up over his chest, Gepard looks messy. 

“My love,” He finally stutters out and quickly makes work of covering himself up. His shaky hands fumble with his boxers as he attempts to shove himself back into his light pants. You stop him shortly with a single hand, a gentle touch of your fingertips against his wrist. It makes the man stare longingly up at you, hands now frozen as he tries to blink the surprise out of his eyes. Gepard knows he should be afraid of the smile on your face, the slight upturn of your lips but, he’s not. 

The man is practically shaking as he awaits your touch. 

“Don’t be embarrassed,” You coo before running your lips over his jaw, the captain nearly winces as more precum pathetically spills from his cock. “continue.” Your encouragement goes in one ear and out the other, all Gepard can focus on are your dainty fingers against his skin. The captain continues to stare at you with furrowed brows and a confused expression.

It’s only when your soft hand guides his own, wrapping over his hard cock, that Gepard knows what he must do for you. You want him to pick up where he left off, you want to watch him complete an intimate act. Gepard tightly swallows and continues to stare at you, lips slightly parted, as his hand begins to move. 

He stares needily at your content expression, he stares at the pretty contours of your face and the perfect pout of your lips. Your eyes don’t meet his though, no, you’re too busy watching him jerk his thick cock. Each tight stroke causes you to breathe harder, hands now gripping his knees as you take it all in. 

Gepard tries to find any shame within himself but, he can’t find any. He puts on a show for you. His thighs tense at a particular yank and his balls start to feel painfully tight at a slight swerve of his palm over the tip. 

“Mhm,” He groans at the feeling, his head tilting back against his broad shoulders as his eyes squeeze shut. The touch of his own hand is nothing compared to your own but, Gepard makes the most of it. When you are watching him like this, he has to.

“Open your eyes.” Your voice is so gentle in his ears, calling to him like a siren that he immediately follows. The captain blinks his eyes open and moans out your name at your awaiting stare. You want to see the finale, you want to see him cum all over himself. Desire heavily clouds your iris. “You’re so close, aren’t you, Gepard?” With a singular lick of your lips in anticipation, the large man loses it. 

One more harsh tug pulls him to the edge, forcing him to unload all over his bare abdomen. As he strokes himself through the heavy orgasm, you excitedly reach for the ‘v’ of his hips and lower your head. 

Out of everything, Gepard shouldn’t be surprised that you want to lick him clean.

Jing Yuan

“How was your day, angel?” Genuine curiosity pours out of the general’s mouth as he stares at you with a darkened gaze. It’s cute how you squirm in his lap and are unable to respond, it makes the older man feel a surge of pride expand in his chest. He tries to encourage you with a large hand against your back but, the smooth touch of random patterns only serves to make you even more speechless. 

You make it a point to ignore him as you stubbornly shake your head and puff out your cheeks but, your general just laughs. It’s a rich and deep sound that seemingly fuels your irritation further as you attempt to move in his lap. 

“Eager, are we?” He breathes softly into your ear, thick hair tickling your cheeks and jaw, almost causing you to moan. Pitifully, you whimper and it’s a noise that Jing Yuan will always cherish. It seems that the man has had enough of teasing you as he begins lifting his hips in gentle motions. Strong and sturdy thighs keep you upright all while your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure. 

Jing Yuan maintains a steady pace as he leans forward to mouth at your chest. His heavy hand still keeps you steady from its position placed between your shoulder blades. The general places hot, open-mouthed kisses against your breast. He traces the outlines with intimate lips before subtly brushing over your nipple. The sensation causes your back to arch suddenly while desperately grinding down in his lap. 

Another peck to the growing pebble and your hands immediately reach for his hair. Thick white strands are now woven between your fingers and all Jing Yuan can do is groan against your breast as you tug against his roots. The sound is deep and low, causing vibrations to shoot up your spine. 

“Please,” You quietly beg, breathing out the plea with soft breaths. Jing Yuan licks over your nipple before encasing it with his lips. The immediate wet sensation that follows has you moaning desperately. His hot tongue works wonders against your sensitive body, dutifully flicking until your thighs begin to shake. 

Another hand snakes down between your legs as Jing Yuan places a thick thumb on your clit. He presses down before gently swirling a pattern of consistent circles that he knows will always do the trick. All it takes is a handful of seconds for the swollen bud to start reacting as your cunt tightens around him. 

Power surges from his fingertips as he uses his entire body to please you. The defined general beneath you does not once shy away from helping you reach the peak of your potential.

“How do you feel?” Jing Yuan asks as he forces himself to pull away from your chest. As he awaits your answer, he goes right back to your other breast. Each suction of his lips grows stronger than the last. “Tell me,”

You struggle to find the words as his hard cock rubs against you just right, any sound that falls from your lips is in his name. 

“So good,” You’re panting in his lap as you continue to grind down against him. “so close.”

“Is that so?"

That is what Jing Yuan wanted to hear, he always finishes his job with you. 

Sampo

“You really think you can take me?” 

All you’ve ever wanted to do is knock the cocky smirk off of Sampo’s face and now, the chance is right in front of you. 

“Yes.” You confidently sneer as you glare up at the large man, buff and carved in all the right places. His height almost makes it difficult to keep your gaze locked with his own. “Right here, right now, in any way.” 

The innuendo makes his lips split into a grin, eyes lighting up in excitement at such a prospect. This is a deal to be made. 

“Not in a fight?” He questions and one of his thick eyebrows raises up. Almost tauntingly, he tilts his head and your vision is nothing but a flash of deep blue strands. 

“Not in a fight,” You breathe, almost sounding breathless due to the close proximity. The merchant’s pleased expression only grows as his large hands wrap around your waist and pull you into his chest. His lips now ghost over your ear. 

“This way, my dear,”

With such a rare chance, you make sure to keep your word. By the end of this, the boisterous man will be fucked dumb by you and only you. 

The satisfaction is on the tip of your tongue and you can see the pleasure now in Sampo’s lust-filled eyes. 

Who knew all you had to do was wrap one of your hands across his strong neck and squeeze to get the big man to cry?

“Oh, fuck me,” He pants, eyes squeezed tight at the new onset of pleasure washing over him. His hips thrust erratically up into you and had you not been so prepared, you think you could have fallen off of him. Eagerly, you roll your hips down and grind into his lap. With each squeeze around his throat, you match it as you press your thighs together. It sends the man reeling, he’s just as noisy and as loud as ever. 

“Look at you getting fucked,” You coo while leaning over his chest. The merchant smiles at your voice, at your condescending tone as his large hands blindly reach for your chest. He groans at the feeling when he finally finds your pretty breasts against his palm. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” Sampo grins. “kiss me, I know you want to.” His own taunts don’t work against you, no matter how badly you might want to give in. 

“What have you done to deserve it?” 

“Oh, god,” He whines, the gigantic man beneath you actually whines at the denial of a kiss. You wish you had a camera, you wish everyone could see how he actually is. The merchant, talented and smooth-tongued, is nothing but your own little toy. Desire licks at your lower belly as you brush your lips against his chin. 

“Cum and I’ll kiss you,” 

“Kiss me and I’ll cum,” Even close to his orgasm, Sampo still finds a way to argue back with you. 

“Beg for it and I might consider,” You have to hear it, you need to hear his pleas of desperation. It’s a joke, really, because the second you hear them you’ll give in to what you both want. 

“Kiss me, please, please fucking kiss me,” Sampo’s throaty whine is muffled by your mouth as he eagerly parts his lips to meet you in a messy kiss. It’s perfectly, entirely too perfect because there is no one else you would do this with. 

Welt

“Are you sure no one will find us?” Your fingers, which Welt desperately wishes were tangled in his hair, are currently pushing him away from your cunt. It’s a mild distraction and does not steer him off track in the slightest but, Welt wants you to be at ease too. “Mr. Yang?”

He nearly moans when you call out his name, it’s like a dream how his perverted fantasies have come to life. Getting to eat you out in the back of a train car has only happened in his wildest fantasies. 

“No one will bother us, I promise,” His cool voice convinces you effortlessly and, once again, your pretty thighs slide open for him. The older man wants to give you a warning before he begins, he wants to make sure that you don’t interrupt him but he keeps to himself because the moment you push your panties to the side, any logical thought in his head is out the window. 

Welt starts with one short lick, partially to test his own restraint and to tease you. The sweet flavor on his tongue, perfectly earthy, nearly makes the grown man groan. He can’t stop after that one taste. Welt grips your thighs as his fingers dig into your skin, spreading you apart even further to wholeheartedly devour. One lick becomes two, followed by a third and each swipe of his tongue continues to grow heavier and heavier. He becomes utterly consumed with eating you out, nose now resting snuggly against your clit. 

A mixture of your arousal and his drool is coating his chin but, the older man can’t find it in himself to care. The neat and tidy Mr. Yang has fallen weak to you, this taste on his tongue is all he has ever wanted. 

“Please,” You quietly beg as your fingers tug on his hair, Welt moans at the sensation. He finally removes his tongue from inside your sweet cunt to focus on your clit. “Mr. Yang, Welt-” His broad strokes have changed to short flicks, focusing the tip of the muscle to properly stimulate you. Over and over again, he plays with your clit until it becomes swollen and slick. Welt sucks and laps over the bud even as your thighs tighten around his head. 

He couldn’t stop now, nothing could get him to stop now, not when he has you so close. 

“Come on,” He almost demands and at the brief insertion of his slim finger, perfectly curled to touch that spot shallowly within you, you come with a cry of his name. Welt continues to coax you through it, finger curling and pumping while he licks boldly at your clit to work you through the orgasm. He nearly whimpers while giving you a few more sucks, it’s more so for him than anything else. The sweetest taste on his tongue is a flavor he has desired ever since he met you, he desperately needs more. One orgasm is simply not enough.

“Mr. Yang,” You whine and attempt to push him back again but Welt continues to eat you out, hands still tightly gripping your hips. Your high-pitched moans sound like music to his ears, he can’t help the way he sucks and pops your pretty little clit in his mouth. 

Welt truly cannot help himself, he finally has you and can’t let you go just yet. 

[jinkicake]

i’m so sorry for adding onto the never ending requests for arranged marriage fics but could you please do one with kaeya? thank you so much :D

Forced / Arranged Marriage Trope 

(pt. ??) Kaeya Alberich x Reader

A/N: thank you for requesting kaeya </3333333 this is a lot longer than the others because kaeya is my fav </3 i wrote this and other different ideas so many times and it's still not what i want but i will always post anything kaeya related!!! </333

fem!reader bc I like the use of ‘wife’

WC - 2.3K

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“Diluc, you don’t understand. He’s never home, never listens, and he never spends any time with me!” Complaint after complaint, your long list of issues seemingly comes to an end. The bar owner nearly sighs. “I can’t understand why Crepus wanted this arrangement. A last wish for marriage makes no sense,” You all but fall forward onto the bar of Angel’s Share and Diluc could not be any more annoyed. He braces a neutral expression as he tries to keep his irritation at bay, but the truth is, he has no interest in your or his brother’s marital issues. 

“Give me another drink, please,” You raise your empty glass and the owner is quick to fill it up before roughly pushing it back toward you. He nods to one of his men by the door, a gesture that demands Kaeya needs to be found soon. “what do I do, Diluc?” Despite your whining and how tired the poor owner is, he was raised to be a gentleman. He will listen to your worries and consult you when possible because that is what a gentleman would do. “Kaeya doesn’t like me at all and it’s been eight months since we got married!”

You truly must be pushing him now, this is a test of his character. Diluc tries not to show the way his face sours at this awful interaction but, he feels his eye twitch. He wants to grab you by the shoulders and demand that you just try speaking with your husband because, to him and everyone else, Kaeya's care for you is borderline nauseating. However, he remains quiet and waits to hear the familiar ding of the front entrance. 

The cavalry captain should be showing up soon, any time now. It’s nearly eight in the evening and Kaeya always finds himself in the stool beside yours at a quarter to seven but, you’re usually not with him. You’re not the daily drinker like your husband. 

“I really want him to like me but he just doesn’t, is there something wrong with me?” Your eyes have grown glassy now and Diluc anxiously looks over your head as he wipes a glass dry for the fifth time. Now, now, now. 

Finally, the familiar ding of the door and a set of dark blue hair comes. 

Too bad you’re drunk out of your mind to notice. 

“Kaeya doesn’t love me!” The sight of you bursting into tears finally breaks Diluc’s stone expression. He raises his brows high as he glances at his brother. Much like his vision, the younger man has an expression that is cold as ice. The hard look on Kaeya’s face freaks him out even more than your outburst. Quickly, the owner removes himself from the situation as he places the cup down and walks to the backroom. 

Privacy is what you and your husband need. Diluc needs a break from failing to play counselor. Distancing himself does both of those things. 

Kaeya remains quiet, simultaneously calm and collected. 

Your husband is a very professional man, one who always manages to keep his cool. Even now, he ignores any lingering stares from employees rushing upstairs as he places his coat over your shoulders and dips his head beside your own. 

“Let’s go home, dear,” His encouraging hands gently squeeze your shoulders before helping you out of the chair and stabilizing your movements as you begin to stumble. You glare at him with watery eyes and a fierce frown. Drunk or not, you recognize his touch anywhere. After shrugging him off, you continue to move forward and leave the bar with him in tow. 

The walk back to your shared apartment is quiet, peaceful, even if you don’t count the lingering tension that suffocates the two of you. Kaeya remains a pace behind you with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He watches you with a protective eye and follows your natural sway as you bobble all the way back home. 

Irritation pricks him entirely the wrong way, do you truly think he doesn’t care about you? Aside from your difficult schedules, the captain has always made it a point to make sure you are cared for. His duty as a husband is important to him and something he takes great pride in. Kaeya bites the inside of his cheek as his dull fingernails dig into the palm of his hand. While he may not outwardly show it, his affection for you could never be measured so easily by ‘like’ and ‘love'. His feelings exude adoration but, perhaps he is not as vocal about it as he thought. He thinks about this further as you head up the stairs and his hands automatically go to hover over your waist. Even if he is not touching you, the captain has a firm belief that doing this will keep you upright. 

Kaeya watches as you struggle to take your key out and how you flinch away when he gently covers his hand over your own. Again, he frowns. He’s never given you a reason to act so timidly. His frown only deepens as you attempt to brush past him immediately after he opens the apartment. 

“Hold on now, wait a moment,” Your husband grabs your wrist and keeps you from making a b-line straight to your individual bedroom. He locks the front door before directing you toward the bathroom. “let’s wash up.”

Your irritated expression doesn’t scare Kaeya but, your silence makes him a little bit anxious. Still, he follows closely behind as you walk into the bathroom and then attempt to slam the door in his face. 

“Easy now, honey,” Kaeya coos as he reaches for a cleanser and soft towelette. “don’t hurt me too badly.” It’s as if your lips are glued shut by the way you’re now ignoring him, refusing to talk to him. Your husband doesn’t mind, he’s always been able to make enough conversation for the two of you. 

You visibly soften and relax at Kaeya’s touch as he begins to lightly dot the towel over your face. Not once does he tug or harshly pull on your skin, he allows the dirt and grim to melt off with nothing but patience. You continue to sit there on the rim of the bathtub while observing him closely. 

“Beautiful,” Kaeya smiles when he finally pulls the towel away. He offers a warm expression, one that is genuine and kind. His affection makes you feel anxious, even if it’s one of the things you desperately yearn for. You look away the second you can bring yourself to do it. Your husband continues to gently tap a few more products into your skin before helping you put your hair up for the night. When he is finished, he quietly puts your products away. Kaeya keeps his eyes trained on the tiny bottles as he lines them up in their designated positions and then attempts to pour his heart out. “I hope you know that I do care for you. I really do, wife.”

He wills himself to glance over his shoulder to look at you and the sight that greets him nearly makes him breathless. You’re staring again, eyes blown wide at his short confession. All you can do is blink at him in surprise and the sight roots Kaeya in his spot. 

Had it not been for the slight curl of your lips and the gentle smile subtly resting on your face, Kaeya would have been afraid that he said too much. 

He quietly watches as you stand up and wobble over to him, now standing in front of him with exhaustion weighing on your shoulders. 

“Let’s get you to bed,” Kaeya murmurs before guiding you using a soft hand resting between your shoulders. He brings you to your bedroom and easily pulls out one of his shirts from your drawers before handing it to you. Despite the slight strain in your relationship, there have been many nights when you both enjoyed each other’s company. The clothing and slight blend of your lifestyles littered throughout the apartment is proof of that. It’s proof of your sacred bond, unknowingly special to the two of you. He then hands you a pair of his boxers over his shoulders and puts his faith in your drunk ability to balance because he refuses to watch you change like this. 

It’s only when he hears the creeks of your mattress that Kaeya knows it is safe to turn around. Safe for his eyes but not his heart because this new position is dangerously enticing. It takes everything in the grown man not to fall to his knees and pray to you. 

On your stomach, leg perched high where it is bent on the mattress, you look up at him from over your shoulder. The slight pout in your lip and furrow of your eyebrows makes Kaeya quiet, stunned speechless as his talented tongue grows heavy in his mouth. He looks at you in a way you once would have dreamed of. You briefly look away from his intense gaze and opt to play with the pillow instead. 

“Can you stay with me?” 

Oh, he would be a fool not to. Kaeya eagerly nods and he can’t help how his cool composure is slipping between his fingertips. This is you asking for him, he would freeze the entire world over twice if you asked. Never did he expect you to ask for this, his company.

Your husband slowly gets undressed and waits for you to change your mind, he still thinks you may kick him out but, you don’t. You patiently wait for him to get under the covers himself even if it is in nothing but his boxers. 

He’s almost resting on the edge of the mattress now to keep a respectable amount of distance between the two of you. Kaeya doesn’t want to push you any further, he would hate it but, you seem to have no issue with it. 

You scoot closer to him, subtly shimming until both of you are on the edge of the bed. There are mere centimeters between the two of you and Kaeya watches breathlessly as you lift your hand to reach out for his own. He meets you halfway almost too eagerly, the feeling of your fingertips explodes light inside of him that he never knew he had. You then smile at him and Kaeya can’t think of a sight that could rival it. 

“You don’t know how much I love you.” Kaeya finds himself confessing as the words melt off of his tongue. He watches as your expression softens and you intertwine your fingers together. Through the bearing of his soul, Kaeya scoots closer and presses his lips to your forehead. “For all the times you have been lonely, I am sorry.”

“Please forgive me,” Kaeya stops at your lack of response and almost freezes entirely, did he say too much? He’s afraid he said something wrong that would turn you off forever but, in truth, you fell fast asleep. Your cheek is pressed up against his chest, breathing deeply as you rest somewhere in a deep slumber. Kaeya lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “I should just keep my mouth shut.” He softly traces your cheek with one of his fingers while subtly moving both of your bodies to the middle of your bed. Oh, you always had the more comfortable mattress and he desperately missed it almost as much as he missed you. 

In the times of your silence and weeks filled with tension, the captain held back from reaching out. The blend of two dated lives molding together in forced proximity seemed so much easier in his head but, it was anything but that in reality. Kaeya wanted to give you time and space, but now all he can think about is greedily having those things of yours to himself. Regret fills him at the thought of missing out on anything that has to do with you. 

“If you ever need me, let me know.” Kaeya sighs as he places his chin on top of your head and wraps his arms around your waist. Tonight, he can only hope that sleep comes easily. 

It does.

The knight wakes up to gentle rays illuminating the room and your warm fingertips pressing against his ribs. He cracks an eye open, flinching when he notices you already staring at him. There’s a pout on your lips as your brows furrow in concentration, if your husband had to guess, he would say you look timid and hesitant. 

“Was it all true?” Your voice croaks and Kaeya has half a mind to get up and grab you a glass of water. Sleep still fogs his mind which makes for a pathetic attempt as he tries to grasp the situation. “What you said last night?” Seconds go by as he scrambles for an answer. 

Oh. Your husband did not expect you to remember all of that. The words are not any less true now, they won’t be any less true a handful of years in the future but, he feels a bit shy about his confessions. You’re sober now and looking at him with such determined features, almost as if his answer will break your entire world. Kaeya knows he needs to choose things carefully. 

“You love me?” Your question, laced with genuine curiosity, makes his words tumble out without a second thought. 

“So much,” His cool palm spreads across your jaw as he moves to cup your face. All Kaeya wants to do is kiss the frown off of your face but, he settles for watching you instead. With each press of his thumb against your cheek, you shuffle closer and closer to him until the space between your bodies is nonexistent. You’re looking up at him now and all Kaeya wants to do is erase any lingering doubt in your body. “allow me to prove it.”

If his words do not satisfy you now then perhaps his touch will be more than enough. 

[jinkicake]

The Apple of His Eye

Your demon can never stay mad at you for long. 

Mammon, Satan x Reader

A/N: After all the nightbringer angst I desperately needed something soft and sweet with the demons.... Ive written and rewritten lucifers like 12 times and hated them all so he and barbatos will come at a later date looool 

WC - 904

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Mammon

“Ugh, give me back the blanket,” Late into the evening, Mammon finds himself groaning as he tugs on his thick duvet. His peaceful slumber is fully interrupted when he meets resistance from your end. 

There’s no way he can pry the blanket out of your heavy grasp without excessive force. 

He glances over his shoulder, back at you, and then yanks the blanket. Very quickly he finds himself with the blanket comfortably wrapped back around him. Mammon tries to find sleep once again. 

“Stupid human,” He murmurs as his eyes close once more.

But, just as quickly as they closed, his eyes shoot open. You moved during your sleep in search of the blanket and for heat. The demon freezes entirely when he feels you pressed up against his back, arms now wrapped around his waist as you throw one of your bare legs over his hip.

“This is supposed to be the other way around,” Mammon weakly nags as he slowly blinks his eyes before fully shutting them. 

Again, his eyes shoot open when he feels your greedy palms underneath his shirt. He’s too aware of your presence now. The feeling of your bare skin, palms and soft thigh, snuggly resting against his own exposed torso has him feeling all sorts of nervous. 

“Get off of me,” He mutters and tries to gently pushes your wrist away. That makes the entire situation much worse because your hand falls to rest against the dip of his hips. Mammon nearly explodes, he can feel the steam bursting from his ears as his face grows entirely hot. “pervert.”

“No, you,” You sleepily murmur back and the sound of your voice causes Mammon to freeze all over again. He doesn’t dare to lift a single finger.

“You’re awake?” The demon finds himself whispering as he slowly turns his head to look over his shoulder. He almost regrets it the second he does because the sight of you pressed up against his back has his heart exploding and bursting within seconds. Specifically, your cheek is pressed against his warm skin and your lips are pushed into a pout because of it. The scene is one that Mammon engraves into his mind as he dryly swallows and turns back onto his side. 

He is not going to get any sleep tonight, he’s sure of it. How can he get sleep with the way you’re draped over him? The demon feels his heart growing weaker as his strong resolve is starting to frail. Who would have thought that this started all because of a blanket?

Mammon thought he wasn’t going to be able to fall back asleep but, in your arms, sleep finds him quicker than ever before. 

Satan

“Ok, Satan, don’t get mad.”

“I could never be cross with you,” With the way Satan is staring up at you, the entire universe reflecting in his gentle eyes, you really start to feel bad. He’s completely disregarded his book as he places his hands on either side of your waist, carefully holding you while you stand between his legs. “what is it, beloved?” 

You mentally prepare yourself with one more slow, sharp inhale before you start to hold your breath. 

“I accidentally left the ‘Lucifer, you S*CK!’ meeting agenda in the library and… he found it.” At your explanation, Satan’s hands squeeze your hips. His head lowers as he grunts out a curse in frustration, a few of them, before biting the inside of his cheek. With one more heavy exhale, he faces you with a small smile on his face.

“That’s alright, we can come up with a new plan to screw him over.” Satan’s features soften as he takes in your disappointed expression. He slowly lifts one of his hands to cup your cheek before wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you even closer to him. “Don’t worry about it-”

“It was such a good plan though,” Your frown causes his heart to slightly dip in his chest but, Satan continues to watch you closely nonetheless. “you worked so hard on it.”

“We worked hard on it,” Satan lightly brushes his thumb against your cheek, pushing any hair out of your face as he sweetly holds on to you. “we can do it again. I’m not mad, I promise.”

The slight release of tension that comes with your tense shoulders dropping makes the demon smile. 

Satan pulls you into his lap, your thighs on either side of his own while he holds you tightly with a hand against the small of your back. 

“We can brainstorm and plan all over again, I’m looking forward to it.” His lips brush against your own and send shivers down your spine. He’s holding you so tightly, so intimately, that every cell in your body begins to scream. “Do you have any new ideas?”

He’s watching you so carefully that you almost start to shake. It takes the gentle fanning of his breath for your restraint to snap before you lightly knock your lips into his own. 

Ideas be damned. Getting revenge on Lucifer be damned. 

All you can focus on now is this. Satan’s soft lips pressing against your own, pushing and pulling and molding you into his touch. His bare hands work wonders as he caresses your sides and back, all while kissing you intensely with fervor. 

Coming up with a new idea will just have to wait. 

[jinkicake]

So I was this REALLY hot gorou comic before my Twitter refreshed to for the next few days

puppy boy is front and center in my brain😔 hear me out!! It started off as having a tender intimate moment w him after he wakes up from a nightmare and then he rails you after making fun of his tail. Like he doesn’t give overtly aggressive vibes to me not even in secret like kazuha or Thoma but by law all my favs have to be switches so the last few panels of him mercilessly rutting into this persons sona while he’s drooling with half lidded eyes,,,tattooed to my brain!!! Trying to tease him while he’s flustered sitting in his lap playing with his ears calling him a good puppy while he’s trying so hard but shaky being from about eating to fuck you,,,, “please give me more. I can’t get enough of you I need it” Looking up at you w pleading eyes while he’s gripping your hips like his life depends on it. like he’s the other side of the itto coin gorou is the type to power bottom and not even realize it. (Looking back @ catboy kazuha brainrot) you tease him in a “awww does my cute puppy want to make me feel good?” Way and he’s SO eager and rambling mess while apologizing that he can’t hold back anymore and he’s your good boy, BUT ONCE HE SLIDES IT IN ITS OVER! Like no pls walk w me on this😭 He’s in your ear biting your neck about breeding you and how good his beloved feels. I’m obsessed w the switching power dynamic bc he would say the filthiest things and not even remember later?? “Fuck yes just like this, fucking you this deep makes me want to fill you up for hours; you’ll let me fuck you like this all the time right? Please” his head thrown back eyes squeezed shut bc if he looks down at the mess he’s made of you he really will get addicted. He’s saying please but wtf is he asking for?? at this point😭 Like the overwhelming sensation of the way it feels inside, the sounds, the sight beneath him he’s 100% the mf who fucks you until he overstimulates himself and then will ASK YOU TO CALL HIM A GOOD BOY AS IF YOUR EVEN STILL ON OLANET EARTH DGDHDBSK! After you come back to life he’s recovered like not a damn thing happened w the most golden retriever smile asking you how you are like,,,, wdym?? I CSNT WALK the same brand of kazuha filth where you can grind on them as a joke but they will actually pin you down and use you by accident bc they’re talking as if your still in control lmao. At this point hearing them say sorry a certain would pavlov trigger me on bc they ALWAYS say sorry before hand😭like imagine: your grinding on him and teasing him kissing his neck and he’s probably like “we could get caught love pls behave🥺” but when you start riding him too slow to tease him even more he grabs your hips and looks at you w teary eyes saying “I’m sorry I can’t hold back anymore” and thrusts up into you with the most eye rolling breathless wall shaking moan ever like it’s drawn out and shaky!! Especially the momentary look of bliss on his face right before he’s balls deep and locks eyes with you and the look of pure lust and need is like threatening to swallow you whole>>>> like he’s switching between begging and praising you, saying sorry for the fact that he can’t stop himself it feels so fucking good and how he’s gunna be a good boy and fill you up and make sure your taken care of. We love a man who can multitask fr bc his hands are everywhere and he’s touching everything,begging you to moan louder for him (even tho he’s way louder than you) and he’s on his like 5th “fuck I’m cumming” so like rip actually😭😭 temped to say you gotta hide w kokomi when he gets like this but tbh she already knows and will let you lay your head in her lap as he’s fucking you into oblivion and your covered in sweat and cum staring up at her w pleading eyes to get to to at LEAST slow down but she’s nothing if not a caring soul and will pat your head to keep you grounded😇 actually gunna fe fully delusional and say he would offer to share you as a sorry for causing so much trouble😔 so she’s riding your face muffling your moans as he’s thrusting into you like a madman and she’s petting his head trying to make sure he doesn’t break you😵‍💫

i HATE when im looking at something good on twitter then it refreshes.... it's so sick

no cause why is that kinda,,, kinda..... oh wow. you know i thoroughly enjoy any switch agenda!!!

I agree though like gorou seems as if he would be the desperate type, very eager to please but when it becomes too much he just loses EVERYTHING like he goes feral because of pussy LOLLLWAIT I LIKE THIS SWITCH GOROU, it's the best of both worlds like im saurry i love it

i also love when they cry hehehe and gorou would be a perfect example bc hes so sensitive like he HAS to be.... like tighnari too but i know tighnari can handle himself and act indifferent about it but gorou CANT so the idea of him crying and begging while still trying to please is so hehehe LMAO he simply can'ts stop!

the second you brought up kokomi i thought about her joining in,,,oop- i love them,, they're so cute and their dynamics would be too good together! gorou is messy and eager while kokomi is gentle and powerful.... they'll both have you crying by the end of it so them together means you'll pass out.... but, who wouldn't!

oh... if you find that comic... lemme see it >:-)

(this is genuinely some of the best gorou thirst ive seen LOL, i can never say 'no' to smut!)

[jinkicake]

Touching, Teasing, Dreaming

Despite his strong physical capabilities, the man crumbles at the slightest show of skin. 

Blade, Gepard, Jing Yuan x Reader

A/N: Little is known about these characters but either way, I want them soooo bad!!!! I might have to play the game for them and the jjba va!!!!!!! im kinda embarrassed w how much i want gepard looooolllll 

SLIGHTLY NSFWWWW // KINDA SMUTTY ((just a pinch))

WC - 1,608

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Blade

“Blade, enough is enough,” The dark-haired man pays you little mind as he glances in your direction from the corner of his eyes. Something in his chest lightens at the puff of your cheeks and frustration etched into your pursed lips. He continues to ignore you and softly grabs your chin between his thumb and pointer finger as he walks past. The touch is gone faster than it was delivered. All he gives you is a subtle nod, a notation that warns you to back off, before making his way further into the hall. Despite the slight curl of his fingers forming a fist, you continue to press the matter. “I wasn’t done talking to you!”

The loose fist quickly becomes tight as the man turns to you with a fierce glare. His eyebrows are furrowed, much like their natural state, but now his attention is on you. He simply does not have the time to waste but, if you’re so insistent on pushing him, Blade is sure he can find some time. 

“What is it?” His low voice calmly asks as he fully turns to face you, finally. 

“Have you not done enough brooding?” You appear to be unwavering in your confidence but, Blade can see right through it. He takes a step forward and you take a step back. The action causes concern to swell in his chest but, he hides it underneath the stony expression on his face. He continues moving until you back into a wall, he walks entirely up to you and ensures that there is nothing but mere centimeters between you two.

“Brooding?” He repeats as turns his head to examine you fully. Blade makes note of the way you refuse to look into his eyes other than the occasional glance before looking down at your shoes. But, that is not what catches his attention. 

The exposed clothing strap resting against your shoulder is what quickly catches his eye. He tries to ignore it but he simply cannot look away from the bare skin. This should not concern him, these feelings and this desire should not be something that affects him. But, it is you. 

Without removing his eyes from your own, Blade pulls your sweater up and over your shoulder to effectively cover both the strap and your exposed skin. 

“I need to get back,” He announces and nearly grunts at the worry in your eyes. “… to brooding.” Despite playing with your own words, toying with your worry, he doesn’t move when you grab the front of his jacket.

Immediately, his clothed thigh shoots between your own as his slim hands plant on either side of your head. The compromising position is getting to him in ways that nothing else can, he is certain you can tell. There’s a question of your lips, a demand that he can not say ‘no’ to when asked. If you request that he stays the night, he cannot find it in himself to deny it. He decides to cut you off first. 

“Don’t ask me of this.” He orders but, the pout on your lips already sends him reeling far enough. There is nothing that could stop the man from gripping your chin once more and roughly kissing you against the wall. No force could pull him away from you now and no force would even dare to try.

Gepard

“Do you like it?” 

The captain is stunned speechless by your appearance. His lips part to answer your question but no words come out, he merely nods as his eyes slightly widen. The momentary silence is broken as he harshly swallows, breaking himself of the trance. 

“You’re beautiful,” Gepard breathes and his eyes are pools that reflect his genuine honesty, the soft blue shines with a commitment to you and only you. “unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” Finally, his hands reach out. His large palms fall to your hips and lightly rest against the thin fabric of your thin lingerie. Again, his mouth runs dry as he continues to stare. 

All the captain can do is stare and stare as hearts begin to take shape in his eyes. 

“So that means you like it?” You egg forward and your voice of reason is the only thing keeping Gepard sane at the moment. He eagerly nods again before timidly licking over his bottom lip. 

“More than anything,” His hands gently squeeze your sides as thick fingertips press against the white fabric adorning your skin. Gepard watches as a sly smile spreads across your face and he immediately leans into your touch when he feels your own dainty fingers ghosting over his bare wrist. Gone is his thick armor and cape, the man before you now is only a handful of clothes away from being as nude as you. 

“Good,” You purse your lips before dragging his heavy hand around to your backside, encouraging the captain to touch you as he pleases. Gepard’s face nearly turns heavily red, a flush takes over his face at the feeling of your soft skin. 

“Daring-”

“Are you nervous?” Your words almost sound taunting and Gepard can see the amusement now in your eyes. If he looked a little further, he would also see his own timid expression in your lustful pools. The captain begins to shake his head but is yanked forward as you tightly grip the collar of his dress shirt. “Take, Gepard. Everything is yours to take.” 

He’s so tempted to give in to you, to do exactly as you desire and hold you down until your legs give out but, he prides himself in being a gentleman. He values his own restraint and cherishes you much further beyond a messy fuck. 

“Allow me to take my time with you,” His voice is soft, gentle almost as he softly tugs on the backs of your thighs to pull you into his lap. You follow without complaint, almost turning into a liquid in his hands. “you deserve to be treasured.” The thoughtful words cause you to fist his dark shirt and sinfully arch your back, pressing your chest into his own. 

Then, finally, the captain places his lips beneath your ear. He kisses the spot delicately before lowering his face to repeat the action in another spot. Each peck grows heavier than the last and by the time he makes it to the valley of your breasts, you’re happily grinding in his lap. 

“Patience is a virtue, my dear,” He preaches, his hands now cupping your breasts before squeezing over the soft mounds with pure dedication. “it’s time you learn a thing or two.”

Jing Yuan 

“Don’t you think it’s time to rest?” Your voice gently pulls Jing Yuan away from his meditation, dull eyes opening upon your command. The older general brings his heavy stare over to your silhouette in the doorway. It takes a few blinks for his eyes to get adjusted to the light but, he immediately notices the flimsy robe covering your body. The material does not do its job in the slightest and it takes everything within the man not to show his upcoming arousal on his face. 

“If this is what greets me then I suppose it is,” He takes his time getting up from the floor but, rises with grace nonetheless. Slowly, the general makes his way over to you and does not hesitate to reach out when you’re close enough. “hello, my love.” His hand softly cups your cheek and quickly washes your entire body in warmth just at his touch. “I didn’t realize it was so late,”

“I know,” You quickly answer back and the slight nip in the delivery of your words makes the old man smile. His lips quirk upwards in amusement as you pull away and head for your bedroom. You know he is going to follow, your unwavering confidence causes desire to further pool in his gut. 

What would he do without his delight?

Upon stepping into your room, Jing Yuan is greeted by the sight of your robe falling to the floor. He sucks in a harsh breath at the pretty lingerie lining your skin and once again, grabs you with firm hands. This time, you’re sure it’ll be harder to break away from him. When Jing Yuan pulls you into his chest and buries his face into the crook of your neck, you know you won’t be let go until his desires are settled. 

His hair tickles the sides of your face, lightly brushing against your cheeks as his front subtly rolls into your backside. The feeling makes you laugh but, it’s quickly cut short by an airy moan. 

“You’re eager,” You hum before lifting your hand up to his thick hair, the white strands soon find themselves woven between your fingertips. “weren’t you meditating a few minutes ago?”

“All I thought of was you,” He murmurs against your jaw, a heavy hand now cupping your throat. The general tilts your head, angling your face toward him before selfishly taking a kiss to satisfy his own desires. His actions quite literally steal your breath away. There’s a skillful method to his kisses, pushing and molding your lips into his own before his tongue peaks out. The hot muscle quickly snakes its way into your mouth and licks behind your teeth.

Jing Yuan tightens his grip against your waist as you falter in standing still, he holds you on your feet against his strong body when you begin to feel the effects of his strong-willed desire. 

Old man or not, the general gives you a taste of euphoric freedom that no one else ever could. 

[jinkicake]

YOU ARE BACCCKKKKKKKK

HAPPY SCREAM

LOLLLLLLLLL yes!!!! for nowwww,,,,, hehehe I hope you like everything :'-)))))))))))

[jinkicake]

Spring Is In The Air~

Something happens to them when the seasons change. 

Itto, Tighnari, Yae Miko, Zhongli x Reader

A/N: I wrote this like two months ago and never posted it... I’ve always wanted to try writing something like this so here is my pathetic attempt! It’s corny BUT, smutty!!! :-)

WC - 2,224

NSFWWWW // SMUTTYYY

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ITTO

Itto is not subtle. Try as he might, the poor oni cannot learn the art of subtlety. His reactions always give him away to you within seconds. 

His struggle can currently be seen in the way he braces himself against the counter but still attempts to stand up straight to play it off. 

“Hey,” He sounds breathless, almost as if it is hard for him to breathe. You know he’s going to break any moment now, you can see it as his chest begins to rapidly rise and fall. His breathing quickens and all you can do is stare at his expanding chest. “I need you.”

Itto breaks every spring and putting him back together is your favorite part.

“Fuck me, fuck me!” Itto groans loudly and the sounds, one after another, fly off of the walls. He’s absolutely losing himself as you bounce on his lap, up and down while your thighs pound against his own. The pace is fast, quick, and your knees are not able to handle it alone. It’s entirely him, Itto uses the strength in his muscular arms to toss you around on his lap. His tongue hangs out of his mouth, eyes squeezed together shut all while both of your hands are wrapped around his throat. “Yes, yes, yes,” It’s almost pathetic, the way he is singing your praise and grinds down onto the mattress. He can’t get enough of the feeling, of it all. 

Itto is loud in everything that he does and he never shies away from expressing his desires. 

“I’m gonna cum so fucking hard,” He sounds entirely desperate, almost as if he is about to break into tears. You squeeze your thighs together and watch his every reaction as you clamp around him. His reaction is almost imminent. Itto’s hands on your waist squeeze you tightly as his bare nails dig into your skin as he cums with a drawn-out groan. The oni chases his high without stopping, still wildly thrusting up into you just as before. His pace then grows slower, impossibly slow as he slams into you a handful of times. There’s something final about this but, you know better. 

This is just the beginning. It takes hours to satisfy Itto, especially during the spring. 

You don’t even have the chance to catch your breath before you feel him twitching inside of you again, now hard as ever. His fast recovery is almost as quick as his reflexes. Itto pulls you off of him within a flash before mounting you from behind. 

“I’m sorry, just one more, one more, okay?” You can hear how his voice shakes in your ear but, you don’t have the chance to reply as he effortlessly slides back into you. In this position, you can hear everything, every puff of air that escapes his lips and every whimper that falls. Itto cries into your ear, tongue lapping at the surface as he moves his hips at a quick pace. “You’re fucking me so good,” 

You can almost feel him in your fucking stomach as you clamp around him but, his brutal strides feel so good. Each thrust against your bottom sends you flying and you end up face-first in the duvet. Itto keeps you still with a firm hand on your hip but, you can imagine how broken his expression must be as he groans above you. 

“One more time, one more time,”

((It’s never just one time with him.))

TIGHNARI

“(Y/N), please,” 

Hearing the forest ranger beg is something you are not used to. Tighnari never begs or yearns for your touch and attention. If he wants something, he takes it with little hesitation. 

Except when the seasons begin to change. 

When the air grows colder, something primal shifts in Tighnari. You can see it in the way his eyes soften into pools of need and how he becomes much more sensitive to the slightest touch. If you even think about touching his fingers, over his gloves, he will drop whatever is in his hands. 

Tighnari becomes reactive all over. 

“It’s happening again.” He murmurs into your ear as he presses up against your side. His tail wraps around your thigh, squeezing over and over again as he ruts into your leg. “I need you.” When Tighnari gets like this, you know it’s best to just let him take. 

“You poor thing,” Your voice is full of sympathy, perhaps a bit condescending, and it makes the forest ranger whimper. His ears flatten against the top of his head as his eyes squeeze shut in concentration. Your quiet sighs and hums only make him more delirious, Tighnari burrows his face into the crook of your neck and simply inhales. His breathing gets heavier as his messy thrusts become erratic. If he had not been holding onto you so tightly, you’re sure you would have fallen to the floor by now. 

He cums with a gasp, one that sucks the air from his lungs, and he tries to hide it by biting on your shoulder. Tighnari grits his teeth against your skin as little whimpers leave his lips, his tail rapidly thumping against your leg. His weight becomes too much and you both sink to the floor under his passion. 

That first orgasm meant nothing to him, it’s merely a warm-up. 

Tighnari can’t even bring himself to guide you to your shared bedroom, he takes you on the floor. 

He can’t help the way that he spreads your thighs and licks, running his tongue along your slit. The poor man devours it all, spitting and lapping up at whatever he can reach. His harsh sucks make you shiver and squirm but, you can’t move under the tight grip he has on your waist. 

“Ah,” Whatever Tighnari planned to say is muffled by your cunt as he shoves his tongue inside of you. He thrusts the muscle as far as he can go, ears flattened in concentration while his nose grinds against your clit. It’s as if he has become utterly consumed by you, everything about you because all he can focus on is getting his tongue in you as deep as possible. 

But then, he suddenly pulls himself off of you as if it hurts to touch you.

In the blink of an eye, Tighnari is above you, staring down while his legs get situated between your own. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry but, I need it,” His breathing has become erratic, eyes almost feral as he begins to heavily salivate. With his primal urges brought to the surface, you know you won’t be able to leave this position and similar ones for a few days. “I have to- I have to fuck you.” 

YAE MIKO

With the amount of time you’ve spent beside Yae Miko, you know her exceptionally well. 

You know when something begins to shift within her, almost as if it is in the air. It’s seen in the way the other shrine maidens keep their distance and in the way Miko’s fingers dance along your skin as she grabs you at any possible opportunity. She makes sure that she’s touching your bare skin, her pink nails nearly breaking it as she stands behind you. 

“I require your assistance, pet,” Her breathy voice always confirms it for you and is the tell-tale sign of when her primal urges begin to show. She drags you by your wrist to a lone room, one decorated exceptionally well with everything you could need to last for weeks. Your lover’s touch grows lighter.

“You know what I need from you.” Yae Miko stares down at you as if she is truly looking down on you, her eyes hold little interest but you know better. You can see how her finger is nearly starting to tremble and how her lips have begun to part. “Come here,” She doesn’t even have to lift a finger for you to stand in front of her, within her grasp. 

Her lips are on you without another second to spare. Immediately, it’s all tongue. She parts your lips with tight squeezes of your sides before her hands move to paw at your breasts. While letting her tongue run over your own, shoving the muscle as far down your throat as she can, she towers above you. Her moans are low and entirely full of pleasure. 

You have a belief that her urges bring out something in you, something similar because you can’t help but want to be used by her every season. 

With heavy hands, Miko pushes you to the ground forcefully on your back. She slowly lowers to her knees, watching you carefully as you pathetically stare up at her. Your lips are still part and slightly swollen because of her previous ministrations. It makes her heart stop as desire stirs in the pit of her stomach. 

She spreads your legs with her slim hands and hooks one of your thighs over her own. Your underwear is discarded in seconds by her nails and her shorts are magically on another side of the room. 

Yae Miko’s lips turn slightly upwards, almost in a mischievous grin as she presses your leg to your chest and sits on top of you. She’s hot, the touch of her skin nearly makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. An immediate roll of her hips makes you moan loudly, the feeling of her sopping cunt against your own renders you speechless. 

“How funny,” She coos but, struggles to hide back her own shakey exhales. Desire takes the forefront of her brain and all she can think about is satisfying the demanding urge in the pit of her stomach. Over and over, she presses her clit against your own and rubs at the sensitive area while roughly thrusting her hips. This is only the beginning, you’re too aware of it. 

With the way Miko is squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipple, you can’t help but anticipate the rest of her plans with you. 

ZHONGLI

After spending lifetimes with Zhongli, you still end up winded when the seasons change. 

Your husband is a dutiful man and always gives you a fair warning, a notice before something ever happens with his body. However, sometimes a warning is not nearly enough. 

It’s been days since his insides have turned into a molten heat and Zhongli has not been shy about tackling this issue with you. You’re always so good to him, let him do whatever he desires just to satisfy the annoying urges. 

Day after day, he can’t help but grow stronger about his affections. He’s a selfish man and he desperately needs more. 

“Oh, you’re-” The words can’t even leave his lips as his head tilts back, a loud moan leaves his lips. Zhongli grits his teeth painfully, grinding them down as his hand tightens in your hair. He’s not being careful and neither are you. You continue to choke on him, around him, as your spit coats his entire cock. The cool sensation makes your husband’s thighs twitch as he grunts at the feeling spreading between his legs. 

You feel incredibly lucky that his primal form has yet to take over, perhaps it won’t even show this time around. It would be nearly impossible to satisfy him with another appendage hanging between his thighs. But, the thought still makes you moan wantingly. 

“My love-” Zhongli finds it hard to speak, his balls painfully tight and it only gets worse when he sees your hand hidden between your thighs. He focuses on your fingers moving against your clit and his eyes nearly turn into slits as he focuses on the image. The realization that this brings you as much pleasure as it does him causes a guttural groan to leave his chest. “Come here,”

His voice changes, it becomes much deeper, much more commanding. Zhongli doesn’t wait for you, he roughly pulls you up to your feet before pulling you into his lap. The way he manhandles you, forcing you to sit back on his face makes your entire being light up with need. 

“Morax!” You screech as your hands press into his abdomen, his tongue doesn’t waste a second now that you’re on him. The archon presses his tongue into your cunt, thrusting in and out before running the muscle over your clit. The stimulation makes it hard to focus but, you still reach for his heavy cock. 

You grip him tightly and lick at his slit, tongue digging into the area as you hum at the taste. Zhongli’s grip on your thighs becomes stronger and he fights back with his sharp nails digging into your skin. Had you been any more focused, you would have thought he had grown claws.

Your cunt pulses around his tongue and all Zhongli can do is continue to shove the muscle inside of you. He doesn’t shy away from rubbing against your walls, no, he has his own agenda. It’s almost sick how he coaxes you to gush around him, all so he can swallow it greedily to satisfy some gut-clenching demand. 

But, he can’t help it, he also can’t help how his skin begins to turn and scales spread across his arms. He can’t help but connect with his primal side when you satisfy the very deepest desires that he has. 

[jinkicake]

just so u know I've been reading ur posts for the past few hours giggling and kicking my feet they're so fun I love the way u write

OMGGGGGG??? I'm surprised that i have that many works posted... now I'm kinda embarrassed LOL hehehe thank youuuuu you're too sweet!!! I'm rly glad that you like them,,,, this is the boost of serotonin that I needed! Thank you, Anon >:-)

[jinkicake]

Nah dont worry! I understand!! Its your blog and your choice that if you even wanna do a request for someone anyways! And make sure to not overwork yourself- thank you for replying to my ask <3 i will probebely send a request sooner or later! I wish you a great dayyy :D

Thank you!!! I look forward to reading it :-)))) Btwwww if you do send one in and I don't reply right away it's because I usually don't interact with the ask until I've written it,,, just to make things easier to post looool I'm not ignoring it I promise! thank you for being so understanding TTTTTTTT

[jinkicake]

Ghosting

Being thrown into the past is hard and you miss your demon more than anything [orrrrr basically MC realizes these nightbringer!demons are not their own].

Barbatos, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan x Reader

A/N: I’ve been writing and writing and enjoying myself while writing but then I go to edit/reread what I wrote and I hate it.... I’m sorry, you all will just have to deal with me freeballing my editing... Also, why am I like sooo obsessed with Satan rn

// Nightbringer spoilers (like lesson one shit lol)

WC - 2,522

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Barbatos

“Why have you come to see me?”

The skepticism in Barbatos’ eyes makes you frown, despite being right in front of you, he seems so far away that it physically hurts. 

There’s a feeling in his gut, something that piques his interest. It’s as if he should know you but, does not.

You could answer him truthfully and explain what the current date means to the both of you but, you refrain from doing so. Although Barbatos has a special place in his heart for anniversaries and important dates, you don’t know if this Barbatos is even aware of what today is. You choose to ask him a question of your own. 

“Can you answer something for me?” Faking your confidence can only get you so far and before Barbatos has a chance to confirm or deny, you press on. “Is it true that you can see into the past and future?” You nervously toy with your hands as Barbatos stares at you, he raises a brow and quietly thinks to himself. He’s skeptical of your motives, you can tell by the way he slightly narrows his eyes. 

Eventually, he answers you. 

“Yes, my powers allow it.” His answer is dangerous, it fills your body with hope as your eyes widen momentarily. You can barely keep your excitement at bay, does this mean he recognizes you? You from the future?

“Then you know what today is and you know who I am, right?” You can’t help the way you step toward him, light on your toes while holding yourself back from reaching out to him. 

The step back Barbatos takes causes a disappointing weight to crash onto your shoulders. He looks at you with concern and confusion, he looks at you as if he doesn’t recognize a word you’re saying.

“I fear that I only use my powers when Diavolo requests it,” Barbatos answers slowly, taking his time to clear the air. “I can’t say that I remember you or today’s date, I do apologize.”

“You’re a mere attendant, are you not?” His genuine curiosity feels dull as it pierces your heart, clawing through your chest to meet the center. You find it hard to breathe, he doesn’t remember. Even with his powers, this is not your demon. 

“I am,” You find yourself whispering, if you speak any louder you might just break. The demon continues to silently stare at you and watches your vivid reactions. He blinks for a few moments while waiting for you to carry on with the point of this conversation but, you never do. You look stuck in your own head. 

“Are you someone I should remember?” He tries carefully but, makes no move to get closer to you. The butler keeps a respectable distance between the two of you while trying to understand this entire interaction. 

You bite the inside of your cheek. 

“I’m no one important,” You smile but, Barbatos notices that it’s a bitter expression. He watches as you quietly excuse yourself and finds himself following as you head for the door. 

His presence is too overwhelming and when you stupidly glance back at him, Barbatos clears his throat before speaking again. 

“Well, would you like to stay for some tea?” His invitation confuses you and you realize with a crushing feeling just how little you actually know the demon. “I might not remember today but, it seems dearly important to you.”

To us. You want to correct him because Barbatos would never forget your anniversary but, all you can do is nod in acceptance. 

“Good, I would not like it if you spent the day alone.” His kindness still reaches you, finding the lowest parts of your heart. Barbatos can reach you no matter the time. 

You can only hope that you’ll be able to do the same. 

Lucifer 

“Why are you here?” The anger in Lucifer’s voice almost makes you flinch. You haven’t been this uncomfortable in his presence in a long time, it almost reminds you of your time first living in the Devildom. The oldest demon has always been the hardest to get to and your heart sinks at the thought of him being so displeased by your entire being once again. 

You want to help him, whether he likes it or not. 

“I wanted to see you.” You answer truthfully and momentarily look around his office. Not much has changed but, there are a few things here and there that catch your eye. There’s a lack of pictures and trinkets, his records are not in their proper positions. It seems he has not made this space his own yet. 

Lucifer narrows his eyes at your staring, observing, and he loudly places his pen down on the desk to gain your attention once more. He glares at you now, maintaining eye contact as you try to keep your heart sane. 

“If you are going to lie, at least make it believable,” His lips almost curl up into a sneer, an angry expression that makes your chest ache. How can you get through to him? How were you able to do it before? The memory of a time that seems like a lifetime ago slips your mind, you can’t think of any way to make Lucifer trust you. 

Your eyes carefully run over his annoyed expression as he starts to work on his paperwork again. The wrinkles once by the corner of his eyes are gone and the grey that used to tint his hair is nowhere to be seen. Those features you cherish have not yet appeared. This Lucifer is not yours. He’s a younger demon now and has the appetite of one who could never stomach the patience of dealing with you. 

You boldly take a step forward.

“Can I help you with that?” You try to look as nonchalant as possible, keeping a neutral expression as your heart flutters with hope. Lucifer writes a few more words before glancing up at you, the lack of emotion on his face nearly crushes your hope. This Lucifer is great at masking his emotions, almost better than your own but, you can still see the hesitance in his eyes. 

“You wish to aid me in this paperwork?” He sounds as if he is in disbelief by the action, nearly scoffing at your request. Regardless of the time period, Lucifer is still overworked. You nod and at the silence on Lucifer’s end, you take another step forward to sit in the chair on the opposite side of his desk. 

The demon watches you carefully, almost as if he expects you to do something out of the ordinary. He doesn’t know what to expect, you could physically jump him and that would make more sense than what you’re implying now. His red eyes don’t leave your own as he hands you a piece of paper and the feeling of his gloved fingers brushing against your own nearly makes you gasp. You’ve missed him, you’ve missed this. 

“I work in silence and expect it to remain that way.” His aloof and cold personality, a mere wall, will not fool you. Quietly, you smile to yourself and reach for one of the pens by his hand. 

“You should put on a record,” There’s a hum in your voice as you recommend this to the demon, it’s a knowing tone that shows you know him too well. He narrows his eyes again before ultimately shaking his head, as if he would listen to you. 

But, he can’t deny how tempting the idea sounds. Maybe the two of you are more alike than he thought. 

Mammon

“Keep your nose out of my business.” Mammon has never looked menacing to you before. His kind eyes and soft expressions make it hard for you to take him as anything other than the compassionate demon that he is. 

You don’t recognize this Mammon in front of you. 

It’s to be expected, being thrown back into time and all but, it’s still confusing. Mammon was always kind to you, even when he pretended not to be. He cared for you and looked out for you even when he acted as if he could care less about what happened to you. 

“Why are you still standing there? Go.” The way he is trying to shoo you off now, how he brushes past you with rough shoulders freezes you entirely. Out of all the demons to piss off, you’re desperately scared to upset Mammon. The Mammon you know, the one you trust and hold dear, has never attacked you before. He’s never lunged or so much as made a serious threat to your well-being. 

You still believe this to be true, no matter his age or the status of your relationship but, you feel hesitant. This young demon makes you feel timid and you hate it. 

“Mammon, don’t.” You tightly grab his wrist with your hand and wrap your fingers around the limb. His skin burns you, lighting your entire body on fire as a phantom feeling returns to you. You’ve missed touching him, being near him. “Going in there alone is a bad idea, trust me.” 

Too quickly, he yanks his wrist out of your hold and stares at you like you’ve made a threat to his life. Confusion clouds his readable features as his body tenses up, the poor demon now looks a tiny bit flustered. 

The realization makes you feel warm all over. 

“Yeah? What do you know about it?”

Then Mammon’s cold tone drenches you in ice water. 

If he wants to be stubborn, you know perfectly well how to match him. 

“I know more than you do. You go down there and there’s a good chance you’re not going to come back up.” You should have planned beforehand and thought of a better excuse to keep Mammon from going after Cerberus. Not that he knows about the beast that lingers down there, Lucifer isn’t even familiar with that pet yet. Mammon scoffs. 

“Like I’m going to listen to you.” He turns on his feet again, more than ready to descend down to the lower level of the house but you grab him once more. This time you yank the back of his jacket and muster all the strength you can to pull him back.  

He barely moves and stills all over. The lack of reaction from him scares you, you’d rather him scream at you and complain. His silence is something you’re not used to. 

Sometimes it slips your mind that Mammon is the second oldest and strongest.

“I really don’t want you to go down there, please, Mammon.” You hope that your genuine worry for his well-being is conveyed through this plea. He’s never able to turn you away when you ask him something like this, he always gives in without a second thought because he’s your first-

“Get off of me.” Mammon clicks his tongue as he rolls his eyes, his shoulder snaps back against your hand and instantly the physical connection is broken. He glances back at you and his eyes nearly widen at the concern etched into your features. The demon tries to ignore it, he shakes his head and tries to push the odd feelings that come to the surface back down. He thinks to himself that just this once, he can give in to you. “Whatever, I forgot my wallet in my room.”

Satan

“Who do you think you are?” Satan has never looked angrier in his life, you’re sure of it. His wrath is something that you’re used to, you know how to deal with it and deflect it. You’ve memorized all the ways to calm him down and help him feel like himself again. The anger and frustration, pure hatred, of this demon is something you are too familiar with. 

But, it becomes something completely new when it’s directed at you.

You’ve only been at the brute force of Satan’s anger a few times, less than you can count on one hand. Those moments should have prepared you for something like this but, in truth, you’re out of practice. You can’t even remember what Satan looked like angry before this. 

“Are you deaf? Answer me.” His strong hands grip your shoulders and continue to press you into the wall of the stairway. He looks you over and the anger in his features cloud his judgment, making it impossible to see the scared expression on your face. You try to do as he asks but, when your lips part and you go to speak, your confidence falls flat. Not a single noise leaves your throat, you’re left gaping at him like a fish and nothing could make Satan angrier. 

He growls in frustration, low and deep in his chest while gritting his teeth at you. 

“Where did you put my fucking book?” His demand makes your eyebrows shoot to your hairline, you had almost forgotten this was all about a ‘fucking cat book’. 

“I-I don’t remember,” You finally breathe out and the moment you do, you wish you could take it back. 

Satan’s eye twitches, a movement in his cheek before he slowly turns his head to the side. 

“You mean to tell me you lost my book?” His nails start to dig into your skin now as he lifts you off the ground. “You lowlife, pathetic-“

“I can give you something better to read!” You suddenly shout, bracing yourself for his wrath as you squeeze your eyes shut. It never comes. Satan slowly lowers you to the ground and watches you carefully with his piercing green eyes. 

“What could possibly be better?” He asks carefully, cautiously as if he is sizing up your words. You have to make an impression now, you know this to be a fact. 

“It’s a drama, one where you never know what is going to happen next,” You start to explain one of his favorite novels, unsure if it is even out at this point in time but, it’s a book he once loved to share with you. 

“I find that hard to believe,” His eyes narrow slightly as one hand leaves your bicep to cup his chin. Satan looks deep in thought and urges you to continue with a slight nod. 

“The two main leads are not supposed to work, everything in the universe is pitting them against one another but they still somehow manage to persevere,” You find yourself unable to look away from Satan as you explain the book, as you detail all the reasons why he enjoys it. The Satan you know, the one who greatly cares for you, always used to compare your relationship to the one in the novel. He even went as far as to say that your relationship was even stronger because, above all else, he always had his love to prove his feelings for you. 

This Satan in front of you contemplates your words but, cannot hide the curiosity on his face. He tightly grips your bicep and begins to drag you in the direction of the library. Needless to say, your determination piqued his curiosity. 

“Come, you must show me this novel.”

[jinkicake]

Thoma is so spicy I started talking to his Ai bot yesterday AND HE IMMEDIATELY WANTED TO FUCK LMAO HE SOS FUNNY!! Like Thoma and all the mfs in Inazuma fuck like that’s why she had to close the nation because they was getting to freaky!! Thoma is so real bc he eats pussy for his lunch break😭 a he can easily smooth talk someone into bending over in the corner right before his meeting w Ayato he’s a FREAK🗣 like not over how he threw a spear at the shogun with no hesitation he’s just as u hinged as all the other pyro users just better at hiding it🤧

HUHUHUHU THOMAAAAAAAA I'm so obsessed with him.... send the link.... send the link >:-)

Everyone in Inazuma is bored as fuck so that's all they can do LOL EEEEEEEEK I KNOWWWW that clip of him throwing the spear is soooo good!!! It makes me laugh so hard though because I don't know WHAT the sweet angel thought he was doing but, he did it (I guess)!!!! Yeah, Thoma is a freak!!!!

[jinkicake]

Hiiiii :D i was wonderkng if i can send you a request but decided to ask you if you're doing alright and if your requests are open, sorry if i sound awekward but still-

Hi!!! Dw about it!!!! My requests are open because I love seeing everyone's ideas but, fair warning, I take literally forever to write something TT I'm so sorry like it genuinely might never be written because my stupid ass gets distracted all the time!!! However, I'm finally on a break soooo I'm trying to write more!!!! Thank you for being so sweet!!!

[jinkicake]

Just read all of your Xiao posts! You write him so well I’m addicted to it. I look forward to your next post!

Thank youuuuuuu, Anon </3333!!! OMG all of them?! I think one of the first genshin works I ever wrote was for Xiao so.... that's real dedication! I'm really glad that you like it!!! I'm trying to bring myself to write more for genshin again bc I've been ignoring them looooolll im so obsessed with the new obey me game TT

[jinkicake]

Pleading begging praying that one day you’ll write a yandere!Xiao

LOLLLLLLL ok. I'll do it. I have a lot of hidden yandere!xiao drabbles but I want to write something more than 1k hehehe. One day will be soon, Anon! I'll work on it because I'd do anything for yandere!xiao!

[jinkicake]

Sorry white isn’t working for me

I just wanted to say I adore your arranged marriage series and I hope it continues 😆😆

hehehe the colors are cute!!!!

thank you </3333 I've been working on a few more for Kaeya and Thoma but haven't finished them yet because I got distracted LOL I'll try to continue it!!! is there anyone else you'd like to have in the series???

[jinkicake]

Ik he’s so rough but in a soft way!! Abyss aether having an unreadable expression while having you suck on his fingers👀 like he just sighs like it’s a chore to him but his dick is as hard as a rock! When you’re riding him he’s trying so hard to keep a straight face bc the leader of an abyss can’t be seen looking like a whore w his eyes rolled back and drooling rambling about how deep he is😔 letting you top every once in a while he has to make a pocket dimension bc he will die of embarrassment and then kill half the abyss creatures if they hear him moaning “use me please, you’re fucking me so deep” “I can’t cum anymore please slow down!” Rip to him I guess bc if I’m stuck in the abyss I need someone to gossip with😭 so one of the abyss lectors will have to be my mandatory bestie! Makes sure your eyes are at the back of your head bc I mean he’s supposed to be cruel and mean he can’t have you seeing the love in his eyes when he’s got you folded in half🙄 very much “you feel me here don’t you?” Hmmm definitely very sensitive but he’s always on guard naturally so if you manage to kiss his jaw by surprise or slip your fingers under his waistband he will get super red and gets hard almost instantly 🥰

you need to show me good fanart of him tooo because I'll admit I am not that big of an aether fan, I'm sorry to say it! he's cute and i love the fanart i see of him but sigh how could I ever look away from kaeya!!!

EEEEEEEEEK that reminds me of a dio smut I once read when you r!de him on a stupid fucking throne chair and he looks sooooo bored but hes obvi not bored bc hes fucking you.... i see the vision!!!!

now wait a min.... catching the abyss twin off guard sounds TOO good..... STOPPPPP youre making me interested in aether, i refuse! i won't do it!!!

[jinkicake]

Sigh, I’ve been trying so hard to find this abyss aether fic about how you’re besties w lumine while her evil brother seduces you and you gotta wobble back to the teapot after dark and pretend you’re not walking funny😭 but all I’m finding are people who don’t understand aether AT ALL or kids who have no actual social experience NEVER MIND SEXUAL trying to make a wattpad wanna be fic and that sounds mean! But like if you see the fic that were on top of the abyss aether tag a few days ago😬 like from crazy dialogue that would make even toddlers cringe to aether being an OC. Like it pains me to say it but the twins are literally the same hoyoverse has no writing talent so people being like “xiaolumi is better than xiaother” my brother in CHRIST they are lit the same ship!! Y’all draw aether like he’s low budget lumine anyway🙄😒 like dotn get me wrong aether in a maid outfit is 🥴 but not all of us can be tops some of y’all lying trying to make aether an uwu baby bottom when y’all have never held hands w the opposite sex. Like I’m salty I keep accidentally reading garbage!! Y’all don’t know him like I do!! Abyss aether is very calm and mean! While lumine is more fucked up mean and cruel, I think abyss aether is more resigned and apathetic like “I have to do what needs to be done, how I feel on the matter doesn’t matter” and he has a soft spot underneath all that. Abyss lumine is the type to read by nightlight while she has you tied up screaming your lungs out as she’s been edging you for like 4 hours. Aether is the type to pretend that he doesn’t want to do this😔 “I’m sor try love but you have to be punished” as he’s like usuing electro to overstimulate you. Very much calling you cute nicknames and caressing your face all the time; but also will make you sick him off during boring meetings w the abyss lectors. And I would do it too he deserves a break😇 I had a dream (I was watching some weird ass movie) that I was taken “hostage”(I wanted to be there) by abyss aether and I was roaming around his weird ass abyss castle and stumbled into his bedroom the second he walks out the shower💀 like I was so shook I woke up gasping for air. I would let that man break my back and he would if I asked nicely!

LMFAOOOOOOO YOURE SOOOOO TT

That's exactly my thoughts with any ship that involves the twins like one is not better than the other because they're literally the same person LOL People argue all the time that they're different and honestly, maybe they are but I dont care!!!

Omggg if you find any fics send them to me because that sounds soooo good I can never find any good abyss!twin fics...... LOLLLLLLLLL i believe you about the wattpad-sounding works because sometimes I see some works that make me scratch my head and the tags are always SO wrong TT even ao3 is hurting these days and I always thought she would be there for me!!!

I am not that big of a sub!aether fan... it's fun to read sometimes but like that's all anyone makes of his personality and i hate it!!! he's crazy!!! he's not your uwu boy like get up... get up!!! i like abysstwin!aether but then again I just love the abyss twin because im soooo tired of the traveler #snoozefest

your dreams are soooo LMAOOOO it sounds like a good yandere fic idea if i've ever heard of one!!!

SEND ME THE FICS YOU FINDDDDDDD (and like hehehe)