#Circle Avatar Flutter

[taifenggg]

love Language HC’s for the brothers? Like love languages that if you do certain things they’ll fall harder, like spending time with mammon when you don’t have too. Or getting new books for Satan that he couldn’t budget.

I love you more than words can convey.

CW: none

Characters: GN!Reader, Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

Authors Notes: ahhh this is so cute <3. Based on what you said, I'm assuming that this is the brother's favorite love language to receive lol

Lucifer [🦚💙]

Lucifer's favorite love language is quality time, but it can be argued that acts of service are his love language as well.

Lucifer is fairly busy in his day-to-day affairs, and it pains him whenever he's too busy to spend time with you. He's always busy working on paperwork that has been piled up so high that you can barely see him behind all of the papers. However, your presence brightens up his day as you make your way into his room. You don't say a word as you plop onto the sofa in his room, absentmindedly scrolling through your DDD or reading a book that you brought yourself. Just your presence is enough to get him to relax and get right back to work so that he can go to bed sooner to cuddle with you.

Furthermore, if you just so happened to brew his favorite Hell Coffee, setting it down on his desk, he'll feel himself soften even more in your presence. The coffee you make for him is always especially bitter, not that he minds. Lucifer is always looking after everyone, his brothers, Diavolo, and you. So going out of your way to do things just for him makes his pride swell. This man is so whipped for you even if he won't outwardly say it LMAO.

Mammon [💰💛]

Mammon's favorite love language is physical touch, but it can be argued that words of affirmation are his love language as well.

Always the tsundere, Mammon is not one to ask you for your attention directly, instead implying it and waiting for you to take action. Being the Avatar of Greed, Mammon is determined to hold onto every shred of attention that you give to him, which contributes to how possessive he is over you. Somehow he always has a hand on you, whether it's his hand wrapped around your shoulder protectively as you two navigate the bustling streets of the Devildom or the way he holds your hand tracing circles against your palm as the two of you lay together in bed. He can't keep his hands to himself, but thankfully you don't mind.

Mammon's self-esteem always takes a hit whenever his brothers berate him for being a "greedy scumbag". Please reassure him and tell him how amazing he is. Brush your hands through his hair, and press a gentle kiss to his forehead as you tell him how much you love him. Tell him about how he's your favorite, how he's the best thing that has ever happened to you and he's putty in your hands.

Leviathan [🐍🧡]

Leviathan's favorite love language is quality time, but it can be argued that receiving gifts is his love language as well.

Levi enjoys the company you provide. If he could, he would spend hours upon hours holed up in his room, playing video games, or watching anime, or reading manga. Of course with you at his side at all times. Perhaps maybe the two of you could even do matching couple cosplays together, but alas Levi is too shy to even bring it up without his face flushing 5 different shades of red at the thought. Really, he just enjoys doing things together with you, and he cherishes all the little moments you have together.

He's always doing his best to get his hands on the latest anime merch, or the newest release of his favorite manga, but he appears crestfallen whenever he can't get his hands on what he wants despite waiting in line for 5 hours. His face lights up however when he finds that you managed to get your hands on the exact thing that he wants and he feels his heart flutter when you hand it to him, telling him that it's a gift for him. Levi swears that he just fell more in love with you than he was before.

Satan [😾💚]

Satan's favorite love language is words of affirmation, but it can be argued that quality time is his love language as well.

To Satan, words are the best way he can convey his emotions, especially if it's written down. He struggles a lot with who he is, without feeling a surge of anger whenever he feels that he's starting to be a little too similar to Lucifer. He wants to be his own demon without constantly feeling like he's just a copy of Lucifer. Tell him about how smart he is, how he always knows what to do, or how reliable he is. He'll have the smugest smile on his face as he listens to your praise, and he shoots it at Lucifer because he knows that he's your favorite and not Lucifer.

At the end of the day, Satan just wants to spend as much time as he can with you, unwinding with a book in one hand, and preferably with you sitting in his lap reading with him. Not many words are spoken between the two of you, but just the feeling of you resting against his chest is enough to help Satan relax and forget about his troubles. As much as he enjoys listening to your voice, and hearing you ramble about your day or things that interest you, he also enjoys the silence with the two of you basking in each other's presence.

Asmodeus [💋🩷]

Asmodeus' favorite love language is physical touch, but it can be argued that acts of service are his love language as well.

Asmo can't get enough of you. Asmo is so open with his affection towards you and he's not afraid to show it when he openly holds your face in his hands and coos about just how adorable the two of you are together. Whether it's in class, when you're out and about, or when the two of you are hanging out together, Asmo either has his fingers threaded into yours or has his leg pressing against yours. You don't mind though, his presence is comforting to you.

Asmo loves it whenever you get all fussy over him and do things for him. Don't get him wrong, he's independent and can do things on his own, but he enjoys being pampered and taken care of by you. Yes please do his nails for him, please paint his nails for him while the two of you have your regularly scheduled gossip sesh, please massage his shoulders, he was feeling a bit sore around his neck.

Beelzebub [🍔❤️]

Beelzebub's favorite love language is acts of service, but it can be argued that words of affirmation are his love language as well.

Beel loves you and the fact that you're so willing to indulge him and his hunger. He knows that he has a voracious appetite, but does that stop you from making more than enough of his favorite foods? Hell no. You wanna make this man melt even more? Offer to help him whenever he works out, maybe sitting on his back so he can use you as a weight, or stay there by his side and hand him some water whenever he finishes working out so he can stay hydrated.

Beel struggles with conveying his emotions and ever since what happened with Lilith, that has worsened exponentially. He's not the best at saying how he's feeling and at times he can get depressed and insecure over things that happened in the past. Reassure this gentle giant, tell him that what happened was not his fault and that no matter what happens, you'll always love him unconditionally. He's so, so soft for you.

Belphegor [🐮💜]

Belphegor's favorite love language is physical touch, but it can be argued that quality time is his love language as well.

Belphie is clingy, that's an established fact lmao. He always has his tail wrapped around you to ensure that you don't suddenly leave him. Pillows don't have legs after all! He's such a little brat too, he would totally slip his ice-cold hands underneath your shirt right as you're about to fall asleep and would blink sleepily at you unapologetically as you jump and squirm to get away from his freezing fingers. Belphie discovered that he couldn't sleep without keeping his hands on you. He'll pout and whine until you oblige and slide into bed with him.

He loves taking naps with you, and he'll keep you trapped there for as long as he can. There's just something that's so comforting about you and him lying together in bed. He'll press his forehead against yours and squeeze you so tight to the point where you can't breathe. Sometimes Belphie wonders how he got so lucky, managing to get the chance to call you his own. It's only when he watches over you, cuddled up to him that he feels his heart melt. He wants to keep you with him like this forever, no matter the cost.

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[se-sissy-lina04]

Sissy’s Masterlist

The Water Crisis continues

Setting: Afternoon. Blistering heat. CT-Cassa, 12th floor balcony.

You, in sunglasses and a floppy sunhat, sit back in a lounge chair you definitely bought on sale. Your toes swirl in a bright inflatable kiddie pool. There’s a citrusy cocktail in your hand. A book rests face-down on your lap. A fan hums behind you. You are, in a word, thriving.

Across the building, chaos brews.

On the 212th balcony

A sweaty, shirtless Boil stomps in circles between potted plants, shaking a caf can full of pebbles.

Waxer, holding a misting bottle: “Boil. It’s not going to work.”

Boil: “The plants respond to positive delusion! I read about it in a… book. Maybe.”

He throws his arms wide and yells to the sky: “OH GLORIOUS WATER SPIRITS—SHOWER US WITH YOUR BOUNTY!”

Nothing happens.

A leaf falls.

You sip your drink and click your tongue. “Tragic,” you murmur.

Down on the 501st floor

Jesse is duct-taping a “WATER HERE” sign to a fake puddle drawn with chalk.

Fives lies nearby like a collapsed poet, muttering: “We were born in tubes of water… now we die in the absence of it…”

Tech, standing in the courtyard with a scanner: “There is a 0.3% chance of precipitation in this district today.”

Wrecker: “THAT’S STILL HOPE!”

Back on your balcony

You slide your sunglasses down and raise your glass in their direction.

You: “To the Republic’s finest. May they never discover bottled water.”

You kick up a small splash with your foot. A stray droplet flings through the air and lands on Boil’s arm.

He gasps. Drops to his knees.

“…the spirits heard me.”

You: Smug level: MAXIMUM.

Later:

The sun is a merciless tyrant, and the clones? A bunch of increasingly dehydrated war criminals in desperate need of hydration and a functioning central A/C.

You? Queen of shade. Literally.

Setting: Blistering Afternoon — CT-Cassa, Balcony of Civilization

You have upgraded. You now got two fans pointed at you (“for variety,” you claim) and a pineapple-shaped floaty bobbing beside you with snacks on top. The pages of your book flutter in the breeze. You’re not reading it anymore. You’re watching. Observing. Documenting the downfall of clone society via heatstroke.

You reach for your glass.

You: “They’ve begun the descent into madness.”

212th Battalion Balcony – Heat-Induced Ritual Hour

Boil has fashioned a crown of leaves. Waxer is now using the misting bottle on him, not the plants.

Boil, whispering to a succulent: “Only you understand me.”

Waxer: “Your sunburn has developed sentience. Please stop licking the condensation off the windows.”

A flash of movement—Boil darts to the edge of the balcony, holding a bowl.

Boil: “WATER RUNOFF! I SAW IT! FROM THE AIR CONDITIONER!”

You (from across the way): “That’s freon, sweetie.”

Boil sniffs the bowl. His eyes cross slightly. He drinks it anyway. Waxer tackles him mid-chug. Screaming ensues.

501st Floor – Despair and DIY

Jesse has built a shrine.

Not just a fake puddle anymore. No. This is performance art.

A chalk-drawn lake, a fold-out lawn chair, a sad beach umbrella, and a single, glorious sign that reads: “Bring Back Kamino.”

Fives, still sprawled across the hot concrete like a dying poet:

Fives: “The water called to us once… now it is but a dream. A puddle in the mind…”

Kix (entering): “YOU NEED ELECTROLYTES, YOU DRAMA LEECH.”

Jesse, holding his own sweat in a plastic cup: “If I cry hard enough, will it form a pond?”

Courtyard – Tech’s Lost Hope & Wrecker’s War Cry

Tech, scanning the sky again: “The odds are now down to 0.1%.”

Wrecker, hoisting a tarp like a flag: “THEN WE CHARGE THE SKY! WE MAKE OUR OWN STORM!”

Echo (sitting in the shade of a garbage bin): “This is how civilization ends.”

Suddenly, a loud buzzing noise—Hardcase zips by on a repurposed cooling unit with fans strapped to his back. He screams something about being the “WIND AVATAR” and clips a clothesline mid-flight. Boxers rain down like flags of surrender.

You, your Balcony Throne of Smug

You lift your cocktail glass.

You (to yourself): “I am not the hero of this heatwave… I am its observer. Its chronicler. Its survivor. Not my fault they are too proud to go to the corner store.”

You dunk your feet again.

A small, plastic palm tree floats by. Attached to it is a sticky note. A message.

Note: “dear goddess of water & shade – please spare us one cube of ice. - 212th”

A second note beneath: “also. do you have sunscreen? Boil looks like a boiled Boil.”

You sigh. Stand up. Wander inside.

A moment later, a small box sails across the courtyard attached to a parachute made from an old T-shirt.

Inside:

– One mini bottle of SPF 50

– One cube of ice

A note: “Only one of you may drink. Choose wisely.”

Chaos erupts.

[loakstahni]

tell her she's pretty while you're inside

Summary; how the avatar men would say "you're pretty" while fucking you❤

Featuring; colonel Miles Quaritch, lieutenant Lyle Wainfleet, Jake sully, Tonowari, Oliver Mansk, Ao'nung, Neteyam, Lo'ak, and rotxo :>

Warnings ⚠; nsfw, all of the younger boys are aged up!, unprotected sex, mentions of marking, mentions of tsaheylu, daddy kink, tail pulling, biting, mating press, shower sex, missionary, doggystyle, cowgirl, i think thats it! :3

Jake sully;

Jake would have come home late one day from his duties of Olo'eyktan, coming home to his perfect little mate.

He would have you bent in a mating press, his hips snapping against yours sharply. “Such a pretty girl..” He coos, bending down even more, pining you into the mat with all his weight, making you squeak underneath him. You whine, head dropped back and teeth gnawing on your puffy bottom limp. “You look so pretty, baby..” Jake grunts, nuzzling your cheek with his nose. You whimper softly, your walls clenching around his shaft, making Jake chuckle.

Miles Quaritch;

His hand was placed over your mouth, keeping your sounds muffled as he rutted into you from behind, your chest pressed into the wall of the shower stall, water running down both your hot and sticky bodies.

“That's it..” Miles pants into your ear, pressing his face into your nape, nipping at the soft skin there. You mewl, drool coating the palm of Miles’ hand as you clench around him, drawing a strained moan from your boyfriend. “Such a pretty girl.. Fuckin’ hell..” He grunts, angling his hips upwards, making his tip slam into your sweet spot every time. “M-hp!” You gasp, your head dropping back against his chest as your orgasm hit you like a wave of hot pleasure. Drawing Miles right over after you. “Good girl..” He grunts against the shell of your ear.

Lyle Wainfleet;

Lyle had you laid out on the bed, laying on top of you with your legs hooked around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back. “Fuck.. Y-yes..” He moans out, dropping his head into your chest, his hips sloppily slapping against your thighs.

You cup the back of his head, holding his face against your chest. “Lyle-.. Mhm..” You mewl, back arching and pussy squeezing the life out of his cock. Lyle whimpers, gripping your hips tightly. “You're so pretty..” He pants, pressing his face against yours while rubbing your clit between two fingers, sending you over the edge quickly with a strained whine, lyle followed right after.

Oliver Mansk

You were riding him like your life depended on it, sticky thighs meeting his while he held your hips. You moan softly, cupping the back of his head and lifting his face up towards yours and kissing him messily.

Oliver only broke the kiss for air, panting heavily while his hips rutted up to meet your downwards thrusts. “You feel so good.. Fuck.. So, so pretty..” He pants out, hiding his face in your chest, moaning along with you.

Tonowari;

His massive form had you pinned under him, body pressed firmly into the mat below you while his hips slowly pumped in and out of you. Praising you and hushing you little cries.

“That's it,  ma oeyä Sumtsyìp..” He mumbles against your ear, gently holding one of your hands beside your head. “W-wari..” You mewl, your walls fluttering around his massive length. “fìtxan sevin.. fìtxan, fìtxan sevin..” He praised, making you squirm.

Neteyam sully;

He had already drawn three orgasms out of you so far, aiming to make you squirt. His hips not stopping even after he had came himself.

“Come on, ma sevin ‘eve.. One more, I promise..” He coos, lifting your knees up and placing them over his broad shoulders. “C-can't! Te-teyam please!” You whimper, your hands grabbing at his forearms, nails leaving behind marks. “Yes you can,” he coos, leaning his head down and pressing his forehead against yours, pressing kiss after kiss over your face. His left hand trails down, rubbing circles around your over sensitive nub while his hips shove deeper against yours, each thrust kissing your cervix. “cum for me, oeyä sevin ‘eve.. You look so, so sevin.” And that's all it took to have you clenching around his length, whimpering loudly as you finally squirted like he wanted, coating his length and thighs with your slick release. “Sìltsan ‘eve..” He coos, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Lo'ak sully;

“cm'on mamas,” Lo'ak coos, bending over your back, pressing his chest into your back while rutting into your from behind. Giving your tail a few tugs,

“Lo..” You whimper, your head dropping down onto the soft grass below you, back arching downwards, leaving your rear up in the air. “Such a pretty girl.. All for me..” He coos in your ear, nipping at your earlobe before changing his pace, leaving you a squirming and whimpering mess.

Ao'nung;

His big hands held the sides of your head, looking deeply into your eyes while slowly thrusting into you, the overwhelming feelings of being bonded with you, feeling what you felt through tsaheylu. “M-ma n-nung..” You whimper, tears bubbling in your pretty eyes; those eyes weren't meant for tears.. Ao'nung gently shushes you, pressing his nose against yours, soothing his hands through your pretty hair. “fìtxan, fìtxan, sevin.. Ma oeyä muntxaten..” He coos tenderly, gone with what was the childhood bully and now your mate that you truly saw..

Rotxo;

Soft and breathy whines filled the marui as rotxo gently lifted you up and down on his cock, trying his best to be gentle even if he wanted more. “roro..” You whimper, pressing your face into his chest, grinding your hips slightly. Rotxo whines gently, Nibbling on your already marked neck. “Yes, sevin..?” He coos gently, drawing you in for a soft kiss while picking up the pace of his hips, thrusting them up into you.

[puddle-nerd]

The Magic Touch

Summary: Apparently the Na’vi had an erogenous zone at the base of their tails. Go figure. It now explained why Jake was always grabbing Neytiri’s tail. That horny f– (Tsu’tey/Female Avatar Reader)

Prompt #8 for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.

Story Tags: No Use of Y/N, Tail Play, Female Reader, Na’vi/Avatar Female Reader, Na’vi Biology, Na’vi Language, Omatikaya | Blue Flute Clan, Established Relationship, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

Na’vi Translation:

Nìsyep sìltsan, vrrtep – so good and tight, little demon (this one is stolen from @pandoraslxna)

Tewng — loincloth

Yawne – beloved

Zakru — a gigantic creatures that live with the Zeswa Clan in the Upper Plains and akin to the Earth’s elephant

There’s one line in here where the reader speaks English and it’s highlighted in green with ~ on either end, just FYI.

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You swatted at Tsu’tey, giggling as you stretched your Avatar’s lithe striped legs further and managed to run past him only to yelp as you felt his hand wrap around your tail and drag you back into him. You squealed once more as your legs and his tangled together and the two of you fell forward in a pile of limbs, rolling a bit over the grassy ground until you both came to a stop. Shifting onto your knees, Tsu’tey settled himself into the lush vegetation and you both grinned before you leaned down to kiss him.

Only to squeal when you felt his hand wrap around the base of your tail, his thumb pressing into a cluster of nerves on the underside.

The warrior’s grin turned into a lecherous smirk as he rubbed his thumb carefully over that soft spot, watching as sensation that was similar to having your sensitive nipples or your clit tweaked crawl up your spine.

Apparently the Na’vi had an erogenous zone at the base of their tails.

Go figure.

It now explained why Jake was always grabbing Neytiri’s tail.

That horny fucker.

As if she could get any further pregnant already.

“Feels good, no?” Tsu’tey’s voice snapped you back to reality as he pressed his thumb gently into the nerve cluster once more, drawing a quiet mewl from your throat. You nodded, feeling heat sink low into your belly. He chuckled, his lips pulled back to reveal his fangs, musing aloud, “I wonder if I could get you to finish just by this alone.” You shook your head but then realized your mistake as he raised a brow bone, having accidently rendered a challenge. “You doubt me, ma’yawne?”

“Nooo,” you moaned, your legs trembling as he circled his thumb over the base of your tail, rubbing the little spot that had shivers racing up and down your spine. “But I want you entirely.”

Tsu’tey sniggered and suddenly yanked your tail, the pleasure highlighting with a spark of pain just enough to heighten the sensations. “Perhaps,” he hummed, “but first, this.” He gripped your hips to make sure you didn’t settle your weight upon him determined to see if he could in fact get you off with just the erogenous zone at the base of your tail. He pressed and rubbed at that spot, watching you shiver and listening as you released continuous whimpers, rutting your tail into his eager hand, his ego slowly but steadily inflating, much like his cock beneath you. You wanted to grind against him, your slick building between your thighs and coating the inside of your tewng into a sticky mess. You noticed his flat nose flare before he teased, “I can smell you, ma’yawne.”

“Please, ma’Tsu’tey,” you whined, again trying to grind down upon your lover’s erection only to be thwarted by his tight grip on your hip. “I need you. Feel so empty.”

“Greedy, vrrtep,” he laughed but pushed you up to undo both of your tewngs. You nearly sobbed in relief as you virtually slammed yourself down upon him, welcoming his ribbed shaft into your warm, wet depths. He groaned, “Greedy indeed. Nìsyep sìltsan, vrrtep” In retaliation, he pressed his thumb into the base of your tail once more, causing your inner walls to flutter and clench upon his length, drawing the pointed tip deeper into your channel. “You are close, ma’yawne. I can feel it in the way your cunt clings to me.” You leaned down, sliding your pussy up his length to nearly the tip so you could also bite down upon his shoulder. He grunted and pushed your hips back down to meet his own, both of you groaning in pleasure.

“More, ma’Tsu’tey,” you begged, switching to English. “~You always make me feel so good.~”

Your lover complied, sitting up slightly and helping you to rock back and forth over his pelvis, his cock stimulating you with the movements, making you cling to him. The heat was building up within your cunt as the ridges decorating the underside of his shaft rubbed your gummy walls with every movement. Your slick was leaking out of you to trickle down his pelvis and slowly watering the lush grass beneath his backside. His one hand resumed its place at the base of your tail and suddenly yanked. You wailed as your climax slammed into you like a rampaging Zakru, your nails biting into your lover’s shoulders as your cunt clamped down upon him voraciously, drawing him to pump you full of his seed.

Tsu’tey laid back and allowed you to cuddle into his scarred chest, swallowing tightly as you kissed the whitish markings where the bullets had nearly taken his life. He pressed his lips to your forehead and you reveled together in the closeness.

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Originally Posted: 21 December 2023

Word Count: 798

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[blakeswritingimagines]

In My Head (Kinktober)

Word Count: 2.5k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Avatar The Last Airbender characters nor do I claim to own them, I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to.

Sokka and you sat together on a soft, grass-covered hill, overlooking the beautiful, vast river below. The sun was slowly setting, casting a warm, golden hue on the surroundings, and the soft, sweet scent of wildflowers filled the air. Sokka wrapped his arm around your shoulder, the two cuddling close together while enjoying the peaceful moment. You leaned against Sokka’s strong arm, your head resting comfortably on his broad shoulder. The sound of the flowing river below, combined with the gentle breeze, created a soothing melody that accompanied the peaceful silence.

A soft smile played on your lips as she inhaled the sweet scent of the wildflowers around you both, the warmth of the setting sun caressing your face. Feeling the comforting weight of your head on his shoulder, Sokka smiled down at you, taking in the sight of your contented expression. He gently squeezed your shoulder, his other hand reaching out to trace small circles on your back, offering you comfort and support. His gaze shifted from you to the breathtaking view before them, a feeling of tranquility washing over him. "It's beautiful here," he murmured softly, his voice carrying a hint of awe. You hummed in agreement, the gentle touch of Sokka’s hand on your back sending a ripple of contentment through your body. The tranquility of the moment was almost tangible, with the sound of the river blending harmoniously with the occasional whisper of the wind through the grass beneath you. "It really is," you murmured back, your gaze fixed on the river, its surface glistening in the golden hues of the setting sun.

As the last rays of sunlight danced across the water, casting long shadows behind the trees lining the riverbank, Sokka turned his attention back to you, his eyes meeting yours with a tender gaze. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your cheek ever so lightly. "I'm glad we could share this moment together," he said softly, his voice conveying a deep sense of appreciation and affection for you. "You make everything more beautiful." Your heart fluttered at Sokka’s gentle touch and his heartfelt words. The way his eyes met yours, filled with tenderness and affection, made a warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your chest. A soft blush dusted your cheeks as you smiled up at him, your own eyes sparkling with happiness. "I feel the same way," you replied, your voice barely audible above the rhythmic sound of the river. "Being here with you, sharing this moment…it's perfect." Sokka’s eyes held yours for a moment longer, before he leaned in closer, pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead. The gesture was intimate, yet filled with a profound love and care. He then looked back at the sunset, watching it paint the sky with hues of orange, pink, and purple. "I never thought I'd find someone who makes me want to stop time just to enjoy these little moments," he confessed, his voice low and sincere. Your heart swelled with a mixture of tenderness and joy at Sokka's words and gesture. The feeling of his lips against your forehead was warm and gentle, sending a shiver of contentment down your spine. As the sky around you was painted in a breathtaking array of colors, you reached out for Sokka's hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "I know what you mean," you replied, your voice soft and filled with emotion. "Being here, right now…it feels like time stands still, just for us."

Sokka tightened his grip on your hand, pulling you even closer if possible. The warmth of your skin against his felt comforting, and familiar. He watched the sunset with you, the beauty of nature mirrored in the depth of his eyes. After a few moments of silent contemplation, he spoke again, his voice a mere whisper carried away by the evening breeze. "I think we should make more moments like this… maybe just a little bit better?" You looked up at Sokka as he pulled you closer, your heart racing at the intensity in his gaze. The fading light of the sky bathed his features in a warm glow, making his eyes even more captivating and mesmerizing. As he made his suggestion, a playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Oh, really now? And how exactly would we do that?" you asked, a hint of anticipation in your voice. Sokka's smile grew wider, his eyes twinkling with mischief and desire. He leaned in closer, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "Well, for starters, we could get a little more comfortable." With that, his hands began to roam your body, tracing the curves of your waist and hips before sliding up under your shirt to caress your skin. "And maybe," he continued, his voice husky with arousal, "we could find someplace a little more private to watch the stars come out…" You let out a soft gasp as Sokka's hands roamed your body, sending shivers down your spine and igniting a flame of desire within you. The feeling of his touch, firm yet gentle, left you craving more. As he whispered in your ear, suggesting a more secluded spot, your heart skipped a beat. "That sounds promising," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, your own desire palpable. "Lead the way, warrior."

Sokka chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin, adding another layer to the growing heat between you. He stood up, pulling you along effortlessly, his strength evident in every movement. As he led you away from the riverbank, Sokka led you towards a secluded area surrounded by tall grasses and dense foliage, ensuring your privacy. "This should do," he murmured, his voice laced with lustful intent. You followed Sokka, your hand still in his, as he led you away from the open area to this more secluded spot. The tall grasses and dense foliage provided a natural cover, allowing you both to bask in a cocoon of intimacy. When he spoke, confirming that this would be the perfect spot, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and anticipation. You turned to face him, your eyes locking onto his, "Seems like you've got this all figured out," you teased, your voice low and sultry. Sokka stepped closer to you, his large frame towering over you in the most tantalizing way. He brought one hand up to cup your chin, tilting your head up to look directly into your eyes. "Not all figured out yet," he admitted, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "But I have a few ideas on where to start." With that, he leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all of his pent-up desire and need into it. His other hand slid down to rest on your hip, pulling you flush against him, letting you feel the evidence of his arousal pressed firmly against your stomach. The kiss was hungry and demanding, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to claim you fully. It was a promise of the pleasure to come, a preview of the ecstasy that awaited you both in each other's arms.

Your mind went blank as Sokka's lips met yours in a searing kiss, his hand holding your chin in place. The feel of his strong frame pressing against you, combined with the hard evidence of his arousal against your stomach, set off a wave of desire within you. You returned the kiss with equal fervor, your hands gripping his arms to anchor yourself to reality as his tongue dominated your mouth, claiming you in every sense. You let out a soft moan into the kiss, surrendering yourself completely to him and the promise of the pleasure that awaited. Sokka broke the kiss, panting slightly, his breathing ragged. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust and desire. "Gods, you're amazing," he breathed out, his voice thick with arousal. Without wasting another second, he bent down and scooped you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest. He started walking deeper into the secluded area, his strides determined and sure, carrying you towards the promised land of pleasure. You clung to Sokka, your body pressed tightly against his chest, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. As he carried you into the depths of the secluded area, you felt a mixture of anticipation and excitement coursing through your veins. The way he held you—determined and sure—sent shivers down your spine, and you buried your face in his shoulder, taking in the scent of him. "You're not so bad yourself," you managed to murmur in a hushed tone, your voice dripping with desire and longing.

Sokka carried you until they were well hidden among the tall grasses and dense foliage, far enough away from prying eyes and ears. He gently laid you down on a soft bed of moss, his eyes never leaving yours. "Now, where were we?" he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He began to undress, revealing his muscular torso inch by delicious inch, his movements deliberate and slow, designed to draw out the tension and heighten your desire. You watched with hungry eyes as Sokka undressed himself, revealing his toned muscles and tanned skin. Your heart raced as he moved, his actions slow and deliberate, the air between you two charged with a potent mix of desire and anticipation. When he spoke, his voice deep and gravelly, you couldn't help but respond with a breathless gasp, "I think we were right…here." Sokka's grin widened at your response, his eyes gleaming with triumph and hunger. He shed the last of his clothing, standing before you in all his naked glory. His erect manhood jutted proudly from a nest of dark hair, a testament to his arousal and desire for you. He knelt beside you, trailing his fingers lightly over your exposed skin, sending tingles of pleasure through your body. "Then let's pick up right where we left off," he purred, leaning in to capture your lips once more in a searing kiss. You melted into the kiss, your body arching instinctively against his touch. The sensation of his bare skin against yours was electric, sending waves of pleasure rippling through you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer, desperate to feel more of him. A soft whimper escaped your throat as his fingers danced over your sensitive flesh, stoking the fire within you higher and higher.

Sokka's skilled hands explored your body, mapping every curve and contour, learning what made you tremble and gasp. He cupped your breasts, thumbs teasing over hardened nipples, drawing forth needy whimpers from your throat. One hand trailed lower, fingers delving between your thighs, finding your slick heat. "So wet already," he groaned appreciatively, rubbing circles around your clit, coaxing out more of your sweet juices. His erection throbbed against your hip, a reminder of the pleasure to come. Your back arched as Sokka's fingers found your aching core, your hips bucking involuntarily against his touch. Pleasure coursed through your veins, setting every nerve ending alight with need. "Please," you gasped out, the word torn from your throat, a plea for more, for everything he had to offer. Your nails raked down his back, urging him closer, silently begging him to take you, to fill you, to complete you. Sokka growled in approval at your pleas, his fingers working magic on your swollen clit, driving you closer to the edge. He positioned himself between your legs, his throbbing member poised at your entrance. "As you wish," he murmured, pushing inside slowly, savoring the tightness that enveloped him. Inch by agonizing inch, he filled you, stretching you beautifully, until he was buried to the hilt within you. "You're absolutely gorgeous."

Your breath hitched as Sokka entered you, filling you completely, stretching you in ways you hadn't known possible. The fullness, the pressure, it was overwhelming, yet it only served to fuel the fire within you further. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper if such a thing was possible. "Don't stop," you begged, your voice choked with desire. Sokka began to move, setting a tender rhythm, his thrusts deep and powerful. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, threatening to pull you under. He leaned down, capturing your nipple between his teeth, biting gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. "Never," he promised, his voice rough with lust. "You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen." The combination of his words and his actions drove you wild with desire, your entire being focused on the sensation of him moving within you. Every thrust hit just the right spot, sending sparks of pleasure radiating outward from your core. "Sokka…" you moaned his name, lost in the moment, clinging to him as though he were your lifeline. Hearing his name on your lips was all it took to push Sokka over the edge. He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. He could tell you were close, teetering on the brink of release, and he wanted nothing more than to send you tumbling over. He reached down, his fingers finding your clit again, circling it rapidly, determined to bring you to climax along with him. "Your body drives me crazy. You're absolutely irresistible."

Sokka's words, combined with the relentless stimulation of his fingers and the deep, powerful thrusts of his cock, proved to be too much. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your vision blurring, your body convulsing around him as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through you. You screamed his name, the sound torn from your very soul, as you came undone in his arms. The feeling of you coming apart beneath him, clutching at him, was enough to tip Sokka over the edge as well. With a few final, deep thrusts, he found his own release, spilling himself inside you, marking you as his. He collapsed onto you, both of you panting heavily, sweat glistening on your bodies. "That was incredible," he breathed out, his voice husky with satisfaction. Panting and spent, you lay there beneath Sokka, feeling utterly fulfilled and satisfied. You ran your fingers through his hair, stroking it gently, basking in the afterglow of your shared climax. "You're amazing," you whispered back, a smile curving your lips. "Thank you." Sokka lifted his head to look at you, his eyes shining with adoration and contentment. He brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his touch gentle and loving. "No, thank you," he said softly. "For trusting me, for letting me love you like this." He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, a promise of more to come. "I adore every inch of you." The kiss was sweet and lingering, a stark contrast to the raw intensity of moments before. You savored the taste of him, the warmth of his body pressed against yours. There was no rush now, no need for urgency. Just the simple joy of being together, of sharing something so intimate and profound. "I adore you too," you replied, your voice a whisper of affection. With a content sigh, Sokka rolled off you, lying beside you on the soft moss, his arm slung possessively around your waist. He pulled you close, your backs pressing against each other, your bodies still joined in a way that felt natural and right. "Let's stay like this forever," he murmured, his voice drowsy with satisfaction.

[kitsunefaux]

All Ships Week - Day 4

Fandoms: Yu-Gi-Oh, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Ship: Gemshipping (Bakura Ryou/Thief King Bakura)

Prompts: Crossovers & Fusion AUs, "Do I know you?"

Enjoy!

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Moonlight glowed, a reflection on still water, a perfect circle, peaceful and serene, more beautiful than anything bound to the earth. Sometimes, Ryou wished he could be like the moon, nestled among the stars, protected by the night. For now, he would make do with the power flowing through his veins and honour her teachings. Push and pull. What was more simple than that?

It wasn’t simple, and water slipped through his grasp.

“You’re doing it wrong.”

Ryou squeaked, and liquid splashed, disturbing the moon’s visage. There shouldn’t be anyone else here, just him and his secret pond, his little forest hideaway. 

A figure sat on a fallen log less than a metre away, an arm braced under his chin. His Earth Kingdom style clothing helped to put Ryou at ease, allowing for a more in-depth inspection. White curls tumbled from his head, his dark brown skin marked with scars, one of special prominence criss-crossing his right cheek.

His eyes were the purest of Fire Nation gold.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” the stranger said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Ryou swallowed, clasping his hands in front of him to hide their trembling. “Do… Do I know you?”

The stranger hopped to his feet, shifting his weight evenly between them. “I should hope so. You’ve been coming to my pond for months now.”

Indignation stirred in Ryou’s gut, his fear forgotten. “Your pond.”

“Yup.” He leaned forward, invading Ryou’s space. “I have squatter’s rights.” He stepped out onto the water and didn’t sink. Spirit flames, white as the purest lunar light, sprang up around him, dotting the surface of the pond. He turned to face Ryou, his hair catching the moon’s glow. “My bones are here.”

Ryou’s heart fluttered in his chest, excitement in place of terror. He reached out without thinking, and water moved, the smallest ripple. A name rose to meet his tongue, like a half-remembered dream. “Bakura.”

Bakura smiled, and the flames brightened, flickering like little heartbeats. Then, all at once, they went out, light turning to darkness as a swath of clouds covered the moon.

The pond was empty, and Ryou was alone.

[To be continued]

[zukosdualdao]

to leave the sun behind

summary: the gaang is about to leave the sun warrior civilization after aang spends a few weeks learning there. katara has a goodbye to make. she really doesn't want it to be goodbye.

other notes: didn't come up in the fic itself but this is an au in which ozai never gave the stipulation that zuko could be un-banished if he captured the avatar, which is why he did not do All That. instead, iroh took him to the sun warriors. also, yes there is a work study joke in here. if atla can make jokes about not qualifying for vacation time then i can do this also! (i think i am much funnier than i am.)

It's their final night staying at the ruins of the Sun Warriors—not so ruined, as it turns out. They had planned to stay for longer, and Katara still thinks maybe they should—Aang has been training every day, with the warriors and with the dragons, but there's still so much more he could learn. With the comet still months away, though, Sokka had finally pointed out that there were people searching for them, and if they didn't want this secret, ancient civilization to be destroyed for real as Azula and company pursue the Avatar, then it’s time for them to leave.

There's a banquet being held in honor of their departure tonight. They pull out a large table of stone and set with golden and orange gems, and the rice and kimodo chicken is piled high atop it.

It's genuinely a lovely evening—she smiles as she watches Sokka and Aang try their best to pretend the spices aren't getting to them, and as Toph answers questions about badgermoles from Iroh—but Katara can't help but notice someone missing and ducks out a little early, making an excuse out of an imaginary headache.

Really, though, Katara is making her way to a familiar room of stone, preparing to say a final goodbye to the Sun Warriors' apprentice.

When she and the others first arrived, it was him that found them stranded after Aang first set off a floor of spikes and looked back at the rest of their group with alarm.

The apprentice had looked at them with an unimpressed, quirked brow but didn't seem otherwise perturbed, reversing the trap and leading them to the warriors and to his uncle. From there, Aang had been judged worthy to study under the dragons and the warriors themselves.

Zuko trains with them, too, every day, diligent. All these weeks, he'd barely said three words in front of the others, but the second night, unable to sleep, Katara had stumbled across him late in the evening, practicing on his own. When he'd spotted Katara, she had reeled back at first—he seemed like too much of a loner to want company—but he'd raised his brow again, like a challenge. They'd spent the evening sparring with their respective elements, water meeting fire blow for blow, the blood in her veins soaring as they did.

After, they'd spoken until the sun was nearly risen. She'd regaled him with the stories of her travels, and he was mostly quiet, still, but when she asked questions, he answered.

Yes, he and his uncle used to be royalty, and his father was the Fire Lord as the Warriors said. No, he didn't leave home because he wanted to; he was banished. No, he no longer wanted to go back. No, he didn't want to talk about it. Yes, he'd been training with the Warriors for years.

Katara didn't ask about the scar, but her thumb ran gentle circles over it when she first kissed him.

Things have gone on like that for a handful of weeks they've been here, sparring and learning new moves from each other, talking, and kissing, sneaking away moments in the dead of night or when the others are distracted.

And now...

"I'm going to miss you," she sighs against his lips after he lets her in. His eyelashes flutter open.

"Don't say that," Zuko says wryly. "You'll give me the wrong idea." He leans back down.

"Maybe it isn't so wrong," Katara says, a little breathless as he kisses down her neck. "You could come with us, you know." She pauses. Wait. That's brilliant. Then, Aang could keep learning, and it wouldn't feel like half her soul was being torn in half as she left. (How did things happen this quickly? How does it feel like she aches wherever and whenever he's not touching her?) "You should come with us!"

Zuko freezes, looking into her eyes searchingly.

"What? Why?"

"I'm serious," Katara insists, placing her hands against his chest. Maybe he doesn't want that. "Aang's learned a lot while he's been here, training with you and the other sun warriors," she adds, feeling a little pathetic even as she hopes the argument convinces him. Zuko now looks unsure and rigid.

"I'm not a teacher," Zuko insists, his voice sounding sort of hollow. "I'm not even officially a Sun Warrior yet."

"Oh, you are in everything but name; all the elders say it," she points out. "You're just not old enough yet. You'll be of age soon, and then you will be." Katara purses her lips as he takes in her words. "Maybe this will help. You know. Hands-on experience. Like a work-study?"

Zuko laughs, some of the tension bleeding out of his gaze as he does. The sound of it is light and breathy and lovely. Katara likes that she can make him laugh. She's only ever seen his uncle accomplish it, otherwise.

"You can teach Aang," Katara promises. "You're better than you know."

His eyes don't quite meet hers, but they haven't let go of each other's embrace. "Don't say things you don't mean."

"Zuko?" She uses her fingertips to tilt his chin up, though he still avoids her gaze. "I mean it."

His eyes swim with an emotion she can't name. Katara waits for his answer, hopefully seeming more patient and less desperate than she feels.

"I'll come," Zuko says finally, the words wrapping around her like a promise. "I'll teach the Avatar. If that's... if that's what you want."

She sighs. Oh. He thinks that's all she wants. That's easily solved, then.

Katara leans her forehead against his. Time dwindles down. It is just them in here. "I want you with me," she admits as his hands tighten ever so slightly against her waist. "That's what I want."

Zuko captures her mouth in a long, gentle kiss before pressing their foreheads together again.

"I'll go wherever you are."

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

The Ramshackle Boys have a calming exercise morning [Vil and Azul, there will be no abducting your spouses. Back up! Back, I say!]

[Ramshackle - Front Yard]

[Malleus, Vil, Azul, and Jamil were heading to Ramshackle after being invited to for breakfast, but they were surprised to see the calming exercises the Ramshackle Boys were doing. All the Ramshackle Boyw were wearing Black Tights without their shirts or shoes; they were even wearing Black Metal Bands around their arms.]

Yuu & Jayden: *Doing the Dragon Dance (The one from Avatar) with Green & Red Long Dragons following their movements in perfect sync*

Darius (Blindfolded): *His Silver Wolves were running around him in a circle while each one took its turn to lunge at him but he danced around them to avoid their attacks with rose petals of magic fluttering around him. A deadly dance with his wolves*

Marcus: *Doing Tai-Chi with Grim while balancing an orb of concentrated magic on his panther tail*

All the boys, except Jamil, staring at them:

Jamil: Pick your jaws off the floor. *walks through the gate*

[novorehere]

Bite-Sized Tidbits:

A snapshot/character of what life might look like with the seven avatars of sin. Contains a lot of fluff, a little angst, and soft/safe vore with you and the seven Obey Me! brothers themed around their respective sins. I’ve been working on this on and off for quite a while now, so I hope you enjoy.

Written for Vore Day, 2023

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Pride

“I can give you your punishment now, or we can wait until later.”

The edges of the demon’s lips crept up into the beginnings of a smirk. All without breaking his gaze from the stack of documents which he straightened against his desk with a tap tap tap.

“However, I will be leaving for tea with Lord Diavolo as soon as my work is finished. So unless you’d like to spend the evening with Barbatos’ chiffon cake, I’d recommend making up your mind in a timely manner.”

Both of you knew very well that “punishment” wasn’t the right word. Lucifer’s infrequent office calls were less of a punishment and moreso a game, an unspoken routine in which you continuously tested the Avatar of Pride’s patience by indulging his younger brothers’ schemes.

It was a game that toyed with the balance of power, one where you pretended like he couldn’t just shrink you down whenever he wanted and that you couldn’t order him to stop with a single word. It was a game that indulged his pride, one that Lucifer would always win in the end.

It was only a matter of minutes before you were seated in his gloved palm. His ruby eyes lording over you with a gaze that anyone else would find annoyingly high-handed. But after playing his game for so long, to you the affection hiding behind them was obvious.

“Are you ready then, my Lamb?”

He was the morning star, eldest of the seven rulers of the underworld.

Yet despite all of this, Lucifer knew it was you who had him utterly wrapped around your little finger.

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Greed

Reclining his head against the arm of his couch, the Avatar of Greed kissed his fingertips in mock satisfaction at the burp that rolled up his throat. A barely audible complaint of “gross” only caused him to chuckle and pat his stomach triumphantly.

“Maybe ya shoulda thought about that before bein’ so damn filling.”

A sound like “Guh” escaped the demon’s mouth as a swift kick to his liver interrupted his musings.

“Oi! The Great Mammon’s gonna start chargin’ 10,000 Grimm for damages every time ya do that!” Ya oughta learn some basic respe-”

And there it was, the familiar flutter of tiny fingers rubbing circles into him from inside. Perhaps it was your way of saying sorry… though more likely you just wanted to shut him up. It was annoying how easily you could reduce him to a blushing mess without uttering a single word.

“Hey… ‘s not fair. You’re playin’ dirty…”

Mammon rolled onto his side in an uncharacteristically gentle motion. He couldn’t help sneaking an indulgent glance at the scene reflected in his mirror. There he was, splayed out amongst piles of his belongings with his shirt ridden up and his belly rounded in his lap. If any of his brothers saw him like this, he would never hear the end of their teasing. But luckily for Mammon, not even you could know the way his face became soft as he teased a finger around his navel too gently for you to feel.

“Why’d ya stop? C’mon, now… keep goin’.”

It didn’t matter how much Mammon gambled away or how many centuries it had been since he’d hit the jackpot at the casino. When he was with you, Mammon felt like the luckiest demon in the three realms.

But sometimes it was hard to put it into words. Which is exactly why he treasured moments like these, the moments where his greed got the better of him. The moments where he could steal you away to be his and his alone.

After all, it was much easier to express how madly in love with you he’d become when he didn’t have to meet you face to face.

—

Envy

“You know, this is just like that one scene in ‘My Life as a Shut-In Reincarnated as a Worker in the Shopping Mall Dimension’ where Prince Alfonso goes to the food court kingdom and-”

Leviathan groaned, burying his face into his body pillow as if that could somehow hide him from the voice in his middle.

“You can’t use my own otaku tactics against me, it’s… *hic-* it’s not fair!!”

Your muffled laughter reverberated off the walls of his bathtub, accompanied by the occasional hiccup and the tip of a serpentine tail nervously thumping against porcelain.

He didn’t mean for his horns to sprout from his head when you tried to leave his room that night. He didn’t mean for a serpentine tail to wrap around your ankle, wordlessly begging you to stay. And he certainly didn’t mean for his stomach to loudly vocalize the thoughts that had been plaguing his mind the entire night. What was this, some sort of tropey romance manga?

But here he was, face as red as a bouquet of queen of jealousy and stuffed to the (decidedly metaphorical) gills in his own bathtub. The Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, reduced to a blushing, hiccuping mess. And he had nobody but himself to blame.

But really, how could he have resisted? Especially with the visions of what could have happened instead playing through his head on repeat. Asmo whisking you away to some club filled with normies who could actually hold a real conversation, Mammon snatching you up for an unauthorized night drive in his Demonio 666 Lexura, Beel getting a little too peckish and… he couldn’t bear to think about it.

Leviathan knew wanting to be your one and only was unreasonable. He knew that he was a terrible, horrible friend for thinking these thoughts and becoming so troubled at the prospect of anyone else showing you affection. After all, no one would want to be with a gloomy shut-in that wasn’t worth the scum in Henry’s tank-

But as soon as they had come, the negative thoughts washed away like a speck in the ocean as you snuggled closer to his hand, a muffled voice reassuring him that there was no place you’d rather be tonight.

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Wrath

“With a flourish the detective tipped his hat to the dame, as he disappeared into the evening fog like the curls of smoke which danced from his pipe…”

The demon’s inner monologue was cut short as a violent squirming sensation roused him from his novel. Your ears detected the unmistakable sound of a huff and a book closing, muffled by layers of flesh and fabric.

“Restless as ever, I see…”

Normally, Satan would be more than offended to have his attention ripped from the pages of a good book. But this time the annoyance that swelled in his chest turned not into rage, but affection as the fire settled in his stomach and melted away… You tended to have that effect on him.

It was a relatively new sensation. Having been birthed from wrath in its purest form, emotions such as happiness had to be taught to him by his brothers. And for that Satan was thankful- he had long since accepted them as family. But as a human, you were a better teacher of peace than any demon could be. Though a cat curled in his lap was a close second.

The blonde sighed fondly, gazing down at the bump in his sweater.

“…Would you like me to read aloud to you? Perhaps that will help you settle some.”

Pulling the covers up a bit higher around his navel, he tucked them in snugly around his sides. A rare smile crossed Satan’s face as he admired his handiwork. The man reached over to his nightstand, finding there exactly what he was looking for in the dim light. A paperback atop the haphazard piles of hardcovers strewn about, placed there with care as not to crease the art on the cover he knew you loved so much.

With both of you tucked in for the night, it was easier than ever to melt into the gentle rumble of his voice.

“Our story begins in a world of monsters…”

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Lust:

Asmodeus knows that true beauty comes from within. How could it not, when the skin of the human that emerges from his lips always feels so much softer and smoother than before? He makes sure to bring it to your attention every time, doting over how the glow of his inner beauty rubs off on you so easily. Despite everything, he thinks you look so gorgeous lying in his palm. Layers of mucus, tired bags under your eyes, and all.

But sometimes it’s hard to feel beautiful inside or out with wings dyed black and pointed horns replacing the light of your halo.

—

A delicate, painted fingertip wipes a stray bead of drool from your face. The other hand is busy at your head, gently combing the tangles from your still-damp hair with the tiniest heart-shaped hairbrush. Asmodeus had been ecstatic the day it arrived, practically bowling over Levi before snatching the Akuzon package from his arms with a squeal.

It was a ritual at this point, the way he pampered you after letting you out. Swaddling you in a soft, lilac-scented hand towel warmed by the gentle breeze of his hairdryer, wiping you clean as he hummed a familiar tune.

“Baby, you want my love


No matter who you are


I want you to show me


I fell in love with someone


Besides myself for the first time”

He didn’t need to be the “Jewel of the Heavens” with you as his jewel, a precious pearl to tuck away beside his heart where all the things he loves live.

And he had so, so much love to give.

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Gluttony

Beelzebub was on the verge of snapping when you came to him.

He was breathing heavily when you found his monstrous, horned silhouette hunched over the empty refrigerator. Frightened eyes were glazed over with a hunger that threatened to swallow you up with their very gaze. His mouth opened in a silent plea- perhaps an apology for eating your favorite pudding- but it was drowned out by the roar of his stomach.

Sometimes it felt as if no amount of food could put out the fire that raged within him. The burning sensation could only be briefly dulled by each cooling mouthful that slid down his throat. But then it was gone, claimed by the emptiness inside him that demanded “more.”

But you… you were different.

Simply being around you made him feel full, and for that he was ever grateful. But sometimes he needed more than a feeling. He needed to be sure you were there, to know that you were alive. To feel the weight of that missing piece that left him the day that he fell, your warmth reassuring him that his choices were the right one.

But despite what he needed, he still required your explicit permission to take it.

“Can I…?”

“Of course.”

With your words, Beelzebub gave himself over to his gluttony. He didn’t mind the demon he had become, as long as his strength could help protect you. Or perhaps you were the one protecting him? He wasn’t sure. But one thing was for certain.

No demon in hell could devour you as lovingly as he did that night.

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Sloth

Beneath the attic room comforter, an incoherent mumble could be heard from a demon-sized lump in the sheets.

Belphegor rolled onto his stomach as he nestled deeper into his nest of blankets. It didn’t take long at all for a lazy smile to crawl across the Avatar of Sloth’s face. Even though you were undoubtedly squashed in this position, he could still feel your tiny hands working their magic just like he had asked.

Oh, how you spoiled him rotten.

It was hard not to with the way Belphegor expressed his desires so plainly. To borrow your jacket to use as a pillow, to keep quiet to Lucifer about skipping classes, to stroke his hair while he lay on your lap. The others weren’t too thrilled with your coddling, but Belphie couldn’t care less.

After all, they had gotten so much more time with you than he had. They got to know you, to love you, to taste you… all before you even knew his name.

Belphegor was the Avatar of Sloth, not envy. But there was once a time when the unmistakable tingling warmth of his twin indulging in you left the bitter aftertaste of jealousy on his tongue. It was a strange feeling, his brother’s affection for a human. One that, until recently, he couldn’t quite understand. And at the time, he had no desire to.

Nowadays the sensation was far from unwelcome. But ever since that night at the castle when he gifted you his pact, Belphegor had found that he much preferred having you all to himself in person. All to himself…

A small yawn escaped the youngest’s mouth as mind wandered to his twin. Could he feel it too, he wondered? The phantom weight of your touch?

…Perhaps he’d ask Beel about it later. But for now, he had a very important nap to get to.

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Neither of you were conscious enough to know it, but that night as Beelzebub carried his brother down to his own bed and tucked him in, he whispered not one, but two good-nights.

[kinokom]

The Patron of Gluttony

[Any Gender] MC / Beelzebub, Reader x Beelzebub

⚠️ > slightly suggestive

🍄🐌 || This is just me simping for Beel and waxing poetic about it wwww

I consider him. Rosy-cheeked. Lashes fluttered shut. The unsure line of his lips. A demon wearing the face of an angel.

He is in my hands, the cream plushness of his chest fitted in my palms. I am digging crescents into him, while his own hands are petal soft and gentle, thumbing circles into my hips. My fingers draw along his strong arms, his broad shoulders, and circle around the delicacy of his pulse. When his eyes lock with mine, they are bigger than I've ever seen them. Wide with trust and a feeling that poets have not given a name to yet andー

I have never been so hungry before.

I rest my eyes and nuzzle along his collarbone. But his face is pressed to my vision. There's a tenderness to him: the sharp angles of his face softening under my touch. His ears pinking. His boyish flush.

No matter how large he is, he is small in my embrace. Beel loves me, and I know he loves me, and it is a bit too much; to love and be loved in return.

I love you. I press it into his neck. Against his warm cheeks. Wherever my lips can touch. I love you, I love you, I love you.

I run my tongue over Beel's skin, tasting salt and flesh and the remnants of his divinity. I even taste the hiccupy gasp that leaves him. He trembles.

"Be still."

Beel nods. So good and so cute, like he always is.

I can't help it. I cup his face in my hands and kiss him. His lips feel like the sun, and I soak in his warmth. I can feel his honey sweetness in my throat, it warms my chest.

When poets speak of sweetness, this must be what they mean. They must be talking about Beel. I feel like I could lay him out like a platter of pastries and feast.

I've never been so hungry.

I look at him, and Beel is grinning. Almost knowingly.

Something dawns on me. No one knows hunger more than the avatar of gluttony.

Beel giggles. As bright as the sun's reflection on water.

"Feeling hungry?"

Well.

I know nothing of heaven now, anyways.

I open my mouth,

And I bite down into him.

FIN 。

🍄🐌 || よ!!!! thanks for reading my barely held together rambling... i'm not the best writer but beel is on my mind and won't leave...

[yaboyyjay]

Nightfall. Planet Provia.

Catgirl Dot is kicking back on a narrow catwalk, thousands of feet above her resident arcology's largest bioreserve. With so many body modifications transforming her into a feline, she's able to slink around the protected area undetected.

The irises of her electric green eye implants are glowing as they extend out from their corneas to project a quantum computer-generated reality into her lens, directly stimulating the retinal cells that transmit visual information to her brain. Using a true-to-life virtual avatar, Dot searches the simulated world for her newest long-distance beau, Clu, who dwells in a cubicle apartment on one of 15 surface colonies scattered about the planet's only natural satellite.

Clu is standing outside -- or what passes for outside on the lunar superstructure -- and gazing up through the colony's semitransparent radiation and micrometeorite shields.

Provia fills the sky.

The irises of his bionic eyes are flickering as he switches to their shared simulated reality to generate a private, self-furnishing loll room. Then, he invites her to join as the room auto-populates itself with a random assortment of simulated Provian pets.

Dot's avatar spawns in next to a fuzzy moffbat that's been programmed to flutter around her in circles.

"Hey," she grins, baring custom fangs. Her tail dances to the simulated music.

"Hey," greets Clu. "Nice mods. You actually have fangs?"

Back on Provia, Dot flicks out her tongue and a barbel pings against an incisor, amusing Clu to the point of distraction. Finally, she purrs, "Why don't you come down here and see for yourself?"

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Art by Jelle Atromitos

[cursedmystic]

A golden, ghostly image appeared before Matsuba, exuding warmth and a sense of familiarity. Like seeing a mirror, yet also not; yet it boiled down to the same thing -- he was looking at himself. Or, at the very least, how Yuri saw him. Fluttering and glittering, the spectral avatar floated around Matsuba in the form of a Mismagius with large glowing eyes filled with the light of the sun.

He reaches out instinctively to touch the fabric of the Mismagius's cloak, but his fingers pass right through it. Ah - of course. He should recognize a guardian spirit when he sees one. This one was obviously his - the golden ring he wore glittered brightly when it floated around him in circles.

So, this was how he was watching over Yuri. How fortunate.

"You better take good care of her."

[loakstahni]

`under the blanket´

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Day 7 of #avatar12daysofkinkmas thanks to @neteyamsyawntu for putting this together 💕

Lyle wainfleet x colten little (oc)

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Warning ⚠: smut, soft and gentle sex, unprotected sex, p in v, bitting, dirty talk, cockwarming, having sex while others are in the room(?), under the blanket.

A/N: sorry it's so short, I kept jumping around with the plot-

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Lyle's big hands grip colten's small waist, holding her on his lap as he gently held her hips still, Colten kept her face pressed into lyle' neck, trying her best to keep herself muffled.

The two were in the recom/avatar lounge, sitting on the sofa in the Conner with a huge gray fluffly blanket drapped over them, it had started off as soft kissing and touches and ended up with Lyle's cock stuffed deep inside Colten's pussy, while z-dog, quaritch, fike and mansk were lounging around the room.

Colten squirms slightly, making a strained whine fall from her already puff lips. "Shh.. Your doing so good, bug." Lyle coos, rubbing soft circles into colten's hipbone with his thumbs. "If you be a good girl I'll make sure you get all the lovings and breeding tonight." Lyle growls against her ear, nipping at the tip.

A shiver makes its way down colten's spine and tail, her walls fluttering around lyle's thick shaft. "L-ly.." The whine she lets out is almost too loud, making lyle placing his lips agaisnt colten's to hush her. "Hush," lyle grumbles, his big hands gripping her round ass, kneading at the flesh.

Colten's ears droop and she pulls back from their kiss, pressing her face into lyle's shoulder. A deep shade of indigo dusting her cheeks and nose bridge, her heart pounding in her chest as she heard the others start to call it a night and leave. Leaving only lyle and Colten, alone in the lounge.

The second the metal door hisses shut Lyle snaps his hips upwards, diving his cock deeper into her heat. "L-Lyle!" Colten gasps, her ears shooting upwards. "I promised you'd get it." He growls before flipping her over into her back, pinning her into the sofa.

It was gonna be a loooonnnngggg night..

[sultanaislammow]

With 17 million fans, middle-aged and elderly people also love to "chasing stars"

A piece of news with a strong sense of contrast broke through the information cocoon shrouded in short video algorithms and attracted middle-aged people to watch. This article analyzes the role of middle-aged and elderly people in short video and live broadcast platforms. Through two typical accounts and related data, it analyzes the strong consumption power and broad HE Tuber market potential of middle-aged and elderly people. For content operators and brands, this article provides certain reference ideas.

A piece of news broke through the information cocoon, and we got to know two middle-aged and elderly top idols. From this, we became curious and interested, and then we began to understand their video style and the group of fans behind them who were always excited.

A piece of social news a month ago caused a Douyin celebrity to leave the circle. The content of the news is that a 72-year-old Jilin old lady took a train alone to Bozhou, Anhui to "chasing stars" and found a male internet celebrity named Xiucai. Passers-by worried about her safety and called the police.

This news made netizens wonder who "Xiucai" was. Someone searched and found that a male Internet celebrity named "Xiucai" has accumulated 9.628 million fans on Douyin. His comment area is crowded with middle-aged and elderly aunts and uncles whose avatars are posing with flowers and whose nicknames are "Blooming Flowers and Riches" and "Quiet Times". Fans affectionately call him: "Brother Xiucai."

Many young people who followed the trend and came to watch were stunned and stunned by the "scholar brother" filling the screen, and what they discovered next gave them a "blow in the head". Many people accidentally bumped into their mothers in the scholar's comment area.

After some digging, another account was also discovered by everyone. Compared with this account has a higher number of fans, reaching 17.11 million.Judging from the comment area, the fans' enthusiasm for it is quite explosive across all platforms.

A piece of news with a strong sense of contrast broke through the information cocoon shrouded in the short video algorithm. We became interested and studied the video styles of these two middle-aged and elderly people, as well as the people who stood behind them and always had their hearts fluttering. A group of fans. How many Internet celebrity accounts can middle-aged and elderly people achieve if they chase stars? How much effort do you have to put in to get them to follow you willingly?

[mothfinite]

rambling abt my tma s/i's appearance and attributes cuz im having trouble drawing them

generally, they are of short stature and heavier-set, with a rounded face and kind eyes behind cat-eyed glasses. they always dress comfortably, typically wearing flowing dresses and long skirts with leggings underneath with fluffy black ankle boots that click with every step, and cycling through the same few oversized cardigans. their hair is fluffy and cut short, styled in a mullet and always brightly colored. their eyes, however, have distinct dark circles beneath them, and they often seem fatigued. beneath their coat, their arms are littered with various colorful tattoos as well as various scars and scratches caused either by their pets or their own clumsy nature. they often use a cane due to chronic illness, which is a distinct sky blue color with abstract floral printing.

in later seasons, after theyre marked/claimed by the vast and become an avatar, their appearance changes. their eyes take on the appearance of a cloudy sky, and the average person can no longer look them in the eye without being overcome with a sense of vertigo. the smell of petrichor clings to them, follows them around, and their hair seems to flutter on an invisible breeze. their hair probably changes, seemingly unwilling to take to the same colors it used to, but they adapt. they still use their cane, but more often than not they opt to float around, carried by an unseen wind. they have a lighter and more airy and dreamy energy. theyre probably the only person in the institute who actually doesnt really mind becoming an avatar

[solisvidentis]

The colossal woman- lashes fluttering demurely as she angles her face slightly away, nestling into the soft plump wall of her own check, smirks, tittering softly before giving an exaggerated gulp that send the ghost of a tremor through the pliable softness sollux was standing on.

"Oooh Sollux you do not disappoint a girl!' she purrs, pale skin flushed with crimson excitement, "Not often you find yourself able to really let loose, I take it~?"

She eyes his naked bulge in a somewhat predatory way, biting her lower lip- before circling him with her svelte avatar, revealing more than just hands grasping at his bulge for the first time. Like a snapshot in time, the second rose is almost a wisp compared to the stellar mass of the woman below him, and she's clothed in a far less stretched version of her seer clothing.

Sidling herself over his cock and pressing close to him, thighs squeezing gently on grey flesh

"You aren't done though, I hope?" She says softly, slyly through the lips of her rose puppet, "It's just that I'm still ever so parched..."

Grinning mischievously, between her smooth, slim hands holding gently to his cock in front of her, and the striking, intense lavender color of her avatar's eyes looking into his own, rose hoped the over endowed troll wouldn't notice the separate constructs, mere ivory hands, investigating his cast off garment...

@contaiinedarmageddon2

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