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[raeny-thorns]

Philters and Revelations

POV: first person told in the present tense

232 words

GN/M pairing

Minors DNI

Plot:

The potions teacher instructs the class to give their concoction to the person they're sitting with. A lovesick MC fears the worst when they hand theirs to their seatmate and crush, Simeon. The supposed two outcomes are as follows: -If done wrong, the person gets food poisoning (bad) -If done right and the people don't already love each other, they become inseparable (morally questionable) But there's another third option. For if both partners are already in love...

Crying//love confessions//they're both in love, your honour//just kiss already!!//love potions

A/N: with only five minutes to spare...

Time slows a bit when there’s pressure; when there’s something you have to face that you’re not sure if you can. Part of me was excited to be able to confess my feelings to Simeon, while still having something to fall back on if it went haywire. Another part was just as anxious about that exact outcome. Despite the undoubtable tension coming from my direction, Simeon still looks at me with his soft eyes.

"Here's mine." He slides his over to me.

"Ah. Okay…" I nod lightly and hand mine to him, my nimble fingers releasing the glass into his hands. He gives a small smile, dashingly, before drinking it slowly, down to the last drop. As the teacher continues to drone on about what should happen next, the only thing I hear is my heart racing as I quickly take a swig of his.

"I love you." He coos, reaching for a hug. I reciprocate and bury my face into his neck, fighting back tears. This may be the only time it’s okay to say it to him.

“I,” I begin but pause. I’m not sure if I can say it back without meaning it. “I feel the same.”

"...that wasn't the potion talking, MC." He breathes softly into my ear. A shiver passes through me. I sink deeper into his touch and hiccup a sob, now fully crying.

"Me neither."

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Pride's Lapdog

POV: first person told in the present tense

501 words

GN/M pairing

Minors DNI

Plot:

Recently, Lucifer's been too exhausted from work to amuse his partner in bed. So, to get his attention, MC drinks a mysterious potion. Even though the new dog ears and tail won't pry Lucifer's eyes from his paperwork, his hands still wander the small inu-human seated in his lap...

Master/pet//Pet names?//MC is being a bratty lapdog//some thigh riding//dom!Lucifer//sub!MC//MC wears a collar//like a neko girl but dog and GN//(dog ears and tail but otherwise human(oid))//some degradation//but also some praise a little bit//cockwarming//kinktober 2023//rae's writetober//MC's in heat??//Lucifer teases them//MC wears panties//MC's being annoyingly needy and Lucifer's just tired of it LMAOO//Penetration (hole unclear)

A/N: Sorry for the hiatus. been mentally preparing for this. Uh, no beta since I'm running out of time. If it changes POVs sometimes, I'm sorry, I'll fix them tomorrow.

“Quit squirming.” He snarls in my ear, yanking my collar to pull me against him. “It’s your fault for being in this situation.”

I roll my eyes at that. The only reason I’m with these features is because he wouldn’t look at me in the first place. Even now, he still won’t. So despite his demands to sit still like a good little dog for him, I continue to dry hump his thigh through my panties, letting ragged moans out from under my breath. With a sigh and drop of his pen, he grabs my face forcefully, making me look at him. 

“Do you want me to scold you?” He asks as if he hasn’t been scolding me all night. “Do you think your bratty bitch behaviour is amusing to me? To not get anything done because my little lapdog isn’t very obedient?” My lack of remorse at his annoyance is evident with my tail, wagging as happily as ever. 

“Maybe I need to be taught a lesson, Master,” I suggest with a smirk. Any attention at this point was better than none, even if it meant sore legs and a horse voice by the end of it. “One that I’ll remember tomorrow.” He groans at my innuendos and pushes his chair back from the desk. ‘Finally’   I think and grip his knee for support but he shoves me lightly to get off. Disappointed I relent, ready to be sent to his room to play by myself again when he starts unbuckling his belt. 

“Don’t get too excited.” the bulge in his pants strains uncomfortably before being cupped out with his gloved hand. “This is still a punishment. Stay still. If you can’t do that much, you can stay in your kennel for the night.” He shifts around, laying back slightly and spreading his legs more. Lazily, he gestures towards the third drawer to his left on the desk for me to open. Inside is a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms from the last session we had in his office. When I retrieve them, he snaps his gloves off with his teeth and throws them on the desk. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.” I nod and crawl into his lap as he wraps his length in the rubber, coating it with a thick white lube. “I’ll be a good dog.” He pulls my panties to the side and pushes into me with a hiss. When I’m properly situated with him buried deep inside me, I throw my arms around his shoulders and nuzzle against his neck. 

His scent has always been comforting and accompanied by the soft classical he plays, it makes it hard not to slowly drift. Unfortunately, every time I begin to fall asleep, he thrusts into me, startling me awake and reigniting the fire in my core. Every time he did this, I’d whine that he was being unfair and every time he’d remind me, sadistically, that 

“This is supposed to be a punishment, dear.” 

[raeny-thorns]

Hi, I love your Kinktober Prompt list. (And several others from across several lists) Which is why I wanted to ask if you wanted to just be tagged in the prompts that only appear on your list? Or do you want to be tagged in all of them?

Aw thanks^^ you can tag me in all or just the ones from my list, whichever works best for you! I'd love to read what you do with the prompts! :)

[raeny-thorns]

Rae's Kink/Flufftober!

Wasn't comfortable with the official list so I made my own, if anyone wants to follow it!! If you need clarification, feel free to comment, ask or DM me!!

Kink || Fluff || Both

1. Petplay

2. Love potion

3. Phone sex/sexting

4. Picnic

5. Blood kink

6. Katoptronophilia

7. Priest

8. Sick fic

9. Wax play

10. Baking

11. Brat taming

12. Drink love confessions

13. Scary movie

14. Café

15. Forniphilia

16. Ghosts

17. Hand fetish

18. Apple picking

19. Size kink

20. Melolgnia

21. Praise/Degradation

22. Orionid meteor shower

23. Roleplay

24. Fairytale

25. Dacryphilia

26. Photoshoot

27. Voyeurism

28. Decorating

29. Electrostimulating

30. D&D

31. Free space!

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── imagine lucifer putting you in all sorts of sinful positions during sex as punishment for being ashamed when it comes to exposing your naked body to him—he didn’t like the way you clamped your legs together when he was going down on you, nor the way you crossed your arms over your bare chest. such feeble attempts at hiding your most beautiful parts from him. pathetic. so now lucifer has your legs up in the air, palms pressed against the back of your thighs to part you as he eats you out. it’s so lewd. the way he has you open like this is embarrassing—it also doesn’t help how loud he’s eating you out. wet squelches mixed with his deep groans. how naughty. you can forget about attempting to close them together because lucifer’s grip is unyielding. he doesn’t forget to pin your wrists above your head with one hand while he plays with your breasts—one mound in his mouth, and the other stimulated by his free hand. but this is nothing compared to when lucifer decides to use his favourite toys on you—the leg spreader bar, and metal cuffs. that way, you’ll be completely at his mercy, the parts that you’ve tried to hide before are out in the open for him—to see, and touch for as long as he pleases because with him, there’s nothing you can hide no matter how much you try.

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underrated way barbatos being a greed demon is shown pretty well is that he clearly has a thing about dressing mc up

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My heart....

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Now that we got the kinktober/flufftober thing settled

[raeny-thorns]

hihi there’s lots of posts like this out there but what’s one more lol anyway! it’s kinda hard to know if someone’s accepting ask/tag games etc sometimes, and it’s starting to take too long to find blogs for sts, wbw etc so rb this if you wanna be tagged in tag games or asked in ask games! feel free to use this post to find other writeblrs too! ok ty

[raeny-thorns]

Should also mention that it will all have a Halloween/autumn theme! The way it's going right now, I'm preparing a list of prompts for both kink and fluff-tober!

If these results are final I might do a full week of fluff and smut fics combined (fluff that leads to smut and vice versa) or something like that every Friday of the month!

I know it's rather early but...

When I get a result, I'll ask about what schedule would be best :) I'll probably make my own prompt list depending on the result^^

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Clit Play with Mammon

POV: Second person told in the past tense

300 Words

M/F!MC (referred to GN)

Minors DNI

Plot:

Mammon cracks a joke during the climax and it ruins the mood.

Clit play during penetration//double stimulation whammy//Top!Mammon//Bottom!MC//protected sex//implied multiple orgasms//just a quick drabble

A/N: this thought has ruined me. I will not suffer alone. Also be for real, this guy is totally insufferable in bed...

Clit play with mammon would be so... fun?

He'd be slamming into your stretched wet hole repeatedly, stimulating his favourite spot, the one that makes the most delicious moans rip from your well-used throat. He'd be claiming you as his when he rolls his hips into your dripping sex, and he'd be right. He may be a masochistic moron but he knew how to put you in your place in the most insatiably greedy way possible. It'd been hours of this, his condom nearly leaking with his cum, your own sex practically beaten raw, breaks practically unheard of. He'd spit on your cunt for extra lubricant, his fingers trailing down your trumbling leg to the bundle of nerves that make you arch your back, screaming his name even louder. While you're begging for him to fuck you harder, without mercy he leans in close to your ear, almost biting it.

And in a complete mood 180° he does the record scratching motion against your clit, going "eee-ER, eee-ER, eee-ER." like he's mixing a record. And fuck, it ruins the mood but you both can't stop laughing at the ridiculousness of it.

You try several times to finish what was started when you both calm down but you can't finish, everytime it sending you both into a hysteria and you have to stop.

"STOPP I'M GONNA PISS MYSELF" you practically scream-laugh.

"BAHAHAJSJAJ IT'S SO FUNNY! I'M A COMEDIC GENIUS!!" He roars out laughing, praising his own comedic fuckery.

"You're insufferable. Now I gotta piss, you asshole"

"I hope you think of that everytime you play with yourself BAHDJFBHA"

"IT'S NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY!! IT BARELY EVEN MAKES SENSE!!"

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Kissing Lucifer Awake

You giggled at having finally woken up before him. Lucifer may not be in a good mood in the mornings but he was almost always up before you. You tried not to wake him as you sat up. He stirred a little and groaned. You’d been planning this for days just waiting for a day you managed to wake up before his alarm. You kissed his temple, then his cheek, his forehead, the tip of his nose. Lucifer chuckled. You finally placed a kiss on his lips. He kissed you back slowly, still waking up. 

“That was a pleasant wake up call.” Lucifer said. He smiled, an uncommon sight in the mornings. “What about my-” 

The alarm went off and you flinched. You’d forgotten to turn that off when you woke up. Lucifer reached over and turned the alarm off. He cupped your cheek and gave you a long kiss before reluctantly pulling away and rolling out of bed.

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Diavolo Headcannons

Dia brainrot go brrrrrr (pls I love this man)

warnings: NSFW (MDNI), couple of kinks mentioned, Diavolo having a sub-par father, author not knowing how to take things seriously (aka, use of the phrase "dicked down crazy style"), uhhh I feel like I'm missing something but I can't think of it so if I am pls lmk

SFW

<3- He’s always been intrigued by humans; how such fragile creatures could have so much courage would never fail to amaze him. So when MC comes along, this sweet little thing who didn’t even know demons actually existed until a few weeks ago, he can’t help but be impressed on how little fear they show

<3- Immediately finds himself attracted to MC, but, of course, being the crowned Prince of the Devildom, he tries to keep things diplomatic. He didn’t want to risk a scandal, especially not now, since everything was finally working out to his liking

<3- MC recognizes Dia as the Prince, but because they didn’t grow up in the Devildom, they aren’t sure what that title exactly entails, so they stick to treating Dia like they would any other person, much to Lucifer’s chagrin and Diavolo’s delight

<3- With how casual MC is to Diavolo, he quickly finds himself falling for them, despite his best efforts not to. How could he be expected to not fall head over heels for them? Especially with their laugh when they’re caught off guard, or the side eye they give that seems especially reserved for Diavolo, when one of the brothers does something laughable. He feels special, as if their little silent conversations exist in a place no one can taint; its something just for them, and that’s something Diavolo has always yearned for

<3- As soon as he realized his feelings were something he couldn’t just brush over, he told MC. He’s a patient man, but he sees no point in hiding it from you, not when you two were already as close as you were. He swears his soul ascends to the Celestial Realm when you reveal that you feel the same

<3- Showers you in the finest jewels and gold (or silver if it matches your complexion better, cool toned shawtys gotta stick together FR). His father growing up only showed affection by gift giving, leaving Dia to lack any emotional warmth outside of material objects. While he tries to be better than his father, and is always praising you and showing love in any way he can, he especially loves giving you gifts, as that’s how he learned to show love

<3- He doesn’t mind receiving gifts from you, anything you give him he’ll cherish for the rest of his life, but he gets especially soft when you make him something. Little paper flowers? They’re the prettiest he’s ever seen. You bake him cookies? They’re the best he’s had in years (don’t worry, Barbs gets it). Give him origami you made in class when bored? He’s proposing then and there /j (/hj?). Just the idea that you thought about him and cared enough to make someone by hand makes him all soft and fuzzy inside. 

<3- Aside from handmade things, Diavolo adores quality time. Just having you sit near him while he’s doing paperwork or enjoying his tea send him over the moon

<3- Very protective. While he’s sweet with you, and would never let you see any other side, he is still a demon, and he would (and has) threatened or killed a few who wished harm on you, and he’d do it again without a second thought

<3- Loves loves loves pet names. Lover, My dear, Angel (ironic), Beloved, he hardly ever calls you by your name anymore

<3- Overall, very soft with his lover. He just wants them to know how much he loves and adores them

NSFW

<3- I know this is widely agreed upon fandom-wise, but I’ll say it again for good measure. Size. Kink. Seeing how small you are compared to him makes him want to rail you into next week. When you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours, having to crane your neck up to make eye contact? Done. He’s dead. He died. It’s over for him

<3- You know monster fuckers? That’s how he feels about humans. Human fucker? Idk, but his enamoration with humans doesn’t stop in the bedroom

<3- Tries to be soft with you, really, he does. But at some point he just breaks, and he needs to dick you down crazy style then and there

<3- Praise kink, going both ways. He’ll tell you how pretty you are and how good you’re being for him, and will nearly cum when you tell him how good he’s making you feel

<3- He’s open to a lot of kinks, but isn’t likely to bring them up. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love experimenting though. Actually, it’s you who makes him realize he’s into a lot more than he thought he was

<3- Loves giving head. Really, good luck getting him off of you once he starts. He’ll be down there as long as you’ll let him, accidentally overstimulating you pretty much every time. But when he paws at your clothes and looks at you pleadingly, you can’t help but give him what he wants

<3- Generally, Dia’s just a big boy who wants to make his little human feel good. Boy’s absolutely whipped for you, and isn’t afraid to show it. Anyone who has a problem with it will be taken care of

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After Study Snack

POV: First person told in the present tense

1,363 words

M/GN!MC

Minors DNI

Plot:

MC, needing a place to work, spends the day alone with Simeon at Purgatory Hall. When they finish, Simeon offers them a treat and MC asks about what he thinks of them.

Dry humping//poetic exclamations of love//love confession//domestic moments//top MC//bottom Simeon//some cute and teasing banter//vanilla

A/N: I love Simeon, I don't know if you guys can tell lol

"Andddddd, done." I punctuate the end of my sentence and sign my work. It's surprising how much someone can get done when there's no demons rampaging the place and fires getting started. While I love the boys, Purgatory Hall is much less chaotic to study in. 

"Good job!" Simeon praises from his desk. He's the only one at the house since Luke and Solomon are in the celestial realm for some errands. 

"Ugh, my brain feels like it's melting." I rub my temple.

"Let's get some sugar in you." He stands up from the desk, the chair pleasantly dragging on the carpet. "All that work deserves a treat." 

"Mmm I could use a treat." I note that he's not wearing his usual cape so his bodysuit is his main attire. 

"Oh, yeah? What would you like?" His back is turned while he fumbles some papers. 

"Can you sit in my lap and talk to me?" He almost drops the stack at my question but quickly puts them away to face me. 

"Ah…" His face flushes at my gaze, still taking in his appearance. "Y…yes dear." 

I scoot back so his legs straddle my thigh and he does so, facing towards me. He nuzzles his head into the crane of my neck and I breathe him in. His shampoo is still vanilla and coconut, the aroma much more sweeter than the basil and oakwood smell of his room. 

"Mm...You always smell so good." I sigh, sinking into his touch.

"I'm glad you like how I smell." He chuckles and plants a quick kiss on my shoulder. 

"Tell me, Meon. What do you think of me?" It's not like I don't know what he thinks. I just want to hear him say it. I kiss his ear and neck and rub his back. 

"Uh-I think. You're very. You." 

"Hm?" 

"I don't know how to say it, but you're really you. It's weird not to have my words to express how you are." He pulls back from the hug to see my face, his eyes not so subtly glancing at my lips. 

"You are quite good with your tongue, yes." I lean towards him, letting our noses brush. 

"That's what I mean. You're so… real. And funny. And you're a better tease than me." He closes his eyes. "To not have my word as my weapon, for it to be used against me like you do, I don't know how I couldn't fall in love with you" 

"You're in love with me?" His confession takes us both by surprise but he still nods.

"…Very."

"What about me?" He looks down at his hands. 

"It's nothing in particular, really. Like I said, I love you. Not just your personality, not just your looks, not just your talents or gifts. You're you and that's who I love. If someone said the same things you did or looked the same way you did, it wouldn't be the same because they wouldn't be you." He sighs tenderly. 

"There's no other word than 'you' you'd use to describe me?" 

"No. No words can convey who you are."

"Is there a word you'd call my kiss?"

"I… I don't know."

"Want to find out?" 

He stares at me, not looking in my eyes for long periods, usually darting around us or my body. He rubs his gloves hands against his thighs like he's wiping sweat from himself. His hand brushes some hair behind my ear as he leans over like he's going to kiss me, but gets lost looking at me.

"Take your time~" I tease and he stiffens and blushes deeper. 

When his lips reach mine, he sinks deeper into my lap, relaxing his body against mine, except for an increasingly hard region. His face is hot, though mine is as well. When he pulls away, it's with a small groan. I wait a second before tilting my head and asking him.

"What word would you use to describe that?"

"I… don't know. Can I try again?"

I kiss him this time and he moans my name in my mouth as I slip my tongue into his parted lips. He tastes like vanilla. How fitting. My hand reaches to his head and pulls at his chocolate strands, his hips grind into me.

I pull off and a string is saliva follows, snapping only when I wipe my mouth

"How about that?"

"Divine."

"How so?"

"Like lavishly overgrown libraries. Like freshly steeped teas. I see starless nights of midnight picnics and dimly lit morning suns that tempt us to sleep in until noon. I think I've fallen in love again. Absolutely divine."

"You're quite the poet despite your 'lack of words' as you say."

"Your mouth breathes my language back into my lungs. Kiss me again. Please."

I kiss him harsher, nibbling at his lips and pushing his tongue down with mine. He grinds harder against my thighs, drawing louder moans from his chest. 

"Has anyone ever told you your kisses are like mossy paths?" He mumbles, lips still brushing against mine. 

"Has anyone told you that that's barely a sentence?" I tease. 

"No, usually people know what similes are" we both chuckle and he doesn't stop grinding.

"Well, has anyone told you that your needy dry humping is a huge turn on for me?" I purr and rock my hips against him. He moans into my neck, rutting slightly. "Keep telling me about that fluff, dear."

"My mind isn't on fluff right now." 

"Oh?" I smile into his hair, his lips kissing and sucking at my shoulders. He sounds like an angel the way his breaths get dragged into ragged moans in his throat. I pull his hips down harder onto my thigh, slipping my fingers into the exposed part of his bodysuits and rubbing circles with my thumbs.

His rhythm gets more erratic and fast as he nears his climax and I pull his face from my neck. Open mouth, heavy lidded and teary eyed, he cries out my name one last time as he cums in his pants. I roll my thigh into him until he relaxes and I kiss his cheek.  

"Mm, yeah. In love is definitely how I'd describe how I feel about the face you made just now." I chuckle and run my fingers through his hair. He giggles and sighs.

"That's lust, dear."

"Mm, nope. Definitely in love with you."

"I love you too, honey."

"Speaking of honey, can I still have a treat?"

"Of course, what would you like?"

"That angel food cake sounded pretty good. Seriously, I don't get how your fridge is always full." 

"I can send you home with some snacks if you'd like?" He stands up, legs still wobbly as he heads towards the kitchen. 

"Nah, they'd get eaten right away. Besides, I'd rather come visit you for tea and biscuits whenever I'm hungry."

"You're always welcome here but don't neglect your family at the House of Lamentation." He lectures from the other room.

"Oo here's a fun idea, you come live with us and I won't have to miss you all the time"

"What about Luke and Solomon? They can't be left here." He comes back with a pot of tea, some cups and cake on a platter. 

"Luke can probably fit in one of the closets, Solomon can sleep in the attic and you and I can share a bed. Boom. Problem solved."

"Pfft" he hands me some tea and a slice of cake before sitting across from me. "Not sure how that would work out, dear. Luke wouldn't grow much if he was restricted like that." 

"Good, he'll stay our tiny chihuahua forever." I grin and he smiles back. 

"You'll stay for dinner, right?"

"Of course, I love your cooking."

We talk for hours, have a quick bath together and cuddle for a bit before Solomon and Luke come back from the celestial realm. In their arms, carrying groceries for dinner. Simeon and Luke make a glorious angelic dinner while Solomon tells me all about their busy day, running around for Michael. 

If I could describe Simeon, I think the word I'd use would be Simeon.

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~ THEY'RE MARRIED ~ MARRIED LIFE PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous

Feel free to use and reblog!

Setting/scenario:

more non-verbal than verbal communication

being the most endearing spouse, even though they're not the 'marriage type'

needing the other's presence, even if they're each doing their own thing, but they have to be with each other

having a shorthand for everything

fussing over the other

being able to predict the other's moves

being able to predict the other's words

having the same conversation in a certain situation all the time

sharing responsibilities

teasing the other just because they can

always arguing about the same things

being a chill couple when there are others around, but getting touchy/freaky behind closed doors

feeling like they're missing a limb when they're alone

playing with their wedding band when they're thinking about the other

always considering what the other would think if they would be there Dialogue:

"I didn't sign up for this."

"Why did I know you would do that?"

"You know what I'll say."

"Who else should I annoy if not my wife/husband/spouse?!"

"Come back! I'm not ready to get up yet. So you aren't either."

"One more kiss, please!"

"Oh honey, come here!"

*staring at their sleepy partner* "How are you so adorable?" *barely able to open their eyes* "I've never looked nastier."

"You can't escape. You're bound to me for life!"

"... You were right." "Say that again!"

"Did you miss me?"

"Not that gain! I can't believe we're discussing this again!"

"Is that my shirt?"

"Don't worry, I'll be there."

"I'm home, sweetheart!"

[raeny-thorns]

“I am in dire need of something only you can provide.”

“And what would that be?”

“Shutting the fuck up.”