#afab mc?

[random-twst-things]

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: You came

Malleus: You called, my child of man

[trophyclown]

Please stop using AFAB if you just mean cis female.

I’ve noticed more and more writers are misusing the term AFAB and using it as a shorthand to say the reader is a cis women. This is a bit disheartening to see as the term was coined specifically to include trans and nonbinary people. AFAB is purely a physical description and has no bearing on the gender of the reader. It’s a gender neutral term. So please tag accordingly. Continuing to use it like this just further alienates trans people from a word made to include us. Please, just tag female if that’s what you mean.

[another-lost-mc]

Desperation

There's something wrong with Asmodeus.

ASMODEUS x afab!Reader 7.4k Words | NSFW | Smut with Feelings | Angst with a Happy Ending | First Time Summary: You were bullied by another student at RAD. Asmodeus hasn't been the same since. Content Warnings: Mentions of: anger, unhealthy coping mechanisms, possessive thoughts/behaviour, arguing and threats of violence, blood, brief bullying/harassment, bathing together, vaginal fingering, PIV sex. Reader uses gn!pronouns. ➤➤ Obey Me! Masterlist

The tub in Asmodeus’s private bathroom is more like a pool than any bathtub you ever used prior to coming to the Devildom. It’s as enchanting and mysterious as the demon himself. You’re not even sure how he fills it - it must have some magical charm that keeps it full. The fresh petals he adds to the water never seem to wilt or lose their scent.

You’re sitting with Asmo near the edge of the pool. You skim your fingers along the surface of the crystal-clear water and it ripples gently at your touch. Asmo sits behind you on the marble step and supports your weight while you lean against him. He hums gently into your ear while he runs his fingertips through the ends of your hair. His chest is warm against your back. He’s naked from the waist up, but he left his boxer briefs on - for your comfort more than his. 

Normally you wouldn’t let Asmo see you like this - naked, vulnerable - in the bath or out of it. But earlier when he said he wanted to take care of you, his eyes burning with an intensity that left you speechless, he swept you away to his private bathroom. You were both still reeling from what happened earlier that afternoon, and you realized you wanted his comfort as badly as he wanted yours.

It was supposed to be an ordinary day at RAD: classes with the demon brothers, a student council meeting with Diavolo and Barbatos, perhaps breaking up a fight or two depending how well they got along today. You were sorting through paperwork near the front of the room while the demons bickered in their seats on the dais behind you. 

What you didn’t expect was Solomon bursting through the doors, grinning when Thirteen followed him inside. He ducked behind you while he asked for her to be reasonable and you knew things were going to end badly. She screeched at him as she pulled some sort of black, metallic orb from her bag and tossed it with all her might. 

The trap missed Solomon but it hit your arm instead before it dropped to the floor. It beeped menacingly at your feet and you felt the twinge of pain shoot through your arm when you raised your hands to cover your face. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for whatever was about to happen. 

Thirteen ran over and disarmed the orb before it did whatever else it was supposed to do. She apologized to you but glared venomously at Solomon who was still hovering behind you. He rolled his eyes and tsked, completely unbothered by her fury when she continued threatening him for trying to break into her cave again.

Asmo came to your side before any of his brothers could and shouted at Thirteen and Solomon for involving you with their squabble and putting you in harm’s way. Lucifer followed him and reprimanded Thirteen for her irresponsible behaviour, and he blamed both her and Solomon for disrupting the meeting.

While Thirteen was being lectured by a very grumpy-looking Lucifer, Solomon turned to you with a sheepish smile and apologized for involving you in their little disagreement. You shrugged your shoulders to brush off his apology - it could’ve been worse, after all - but his eyes narrowed when you winced in pain.

“Are you alright? Here, let me take a look—“ he offered as he reached for the lapels of your blazer.

Asmo nudged you back, pushing Solomon’s hand away and effectively shielding you from him. “I think you’ve done enough,” he gritted out angrily. His expression would’ve scared anyone that didn’t know him better - he looked terrifying, and even Solomon must’ve thought so because he raised his hands placatingly and stepped back.

“Come on, let’s go home,” you suggested quietly, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket to get his attention. Your arm throbbed and the room felt uncomfortably tense as tempers flared; you didn’t want to be there anymore.

He looked at you over his shoulder and the fire in his gaze softened. He put his hand over yours and squeezed, turning from Solomon without another word and guided you towards the exit. He paused outside in the hallway long enough to murmur a quick healing spell to lessen the pain in your arm.

The walk home was quiet and uneventful, a blur of typical Devildom nighttime noise but the demon at your side had a scowl on his face that had others on the street giving you a wide berth. It wasn’t typical for the Asmo you know. He draped an arm over your shoulders to keep you tucked into his side but you could feel the tension in his body when you walked together.

When you arrived home, you started to walk towards your room for a shower and a nap, but he held onto your hand and seemed reluctant to let you go. No matter what you said, you couldn’t convince him you were fine; maybe he knew you were lying to yourself.

Let me take care of you.

When you agree to use his private bath, you don't expect that it’s going to be both of you bathing together. You’re too tired to argue -  and you’re genuinely worried about him too - so you finally relent and start to strip away the layers of your school uniform.

Asmo is visibly displeased when you ask him to dim the lights in a moment of self-consciousness. He reminds you that you have nothing to be ashamed of, but he does as you ask because he wants you to be comfortable.

While you undress, he gathers fluffy towels from a cabinet and sets them on the edge of the bathing pool. He grabs an empty basket and picks out bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. He even picks up a small bottle of fragrant oil and adds a couple drops to the water, satisfied when the steam from the warm water starts to diffuse the light floral scent. 

By the time you’re naked, he is standing in the tub, his underwear still on - you felt guilty that the silky material was probably being ruined by the water. He doesn’t seem to care about that or anything else except you. When you approach the pool hesitantly, a small smile graces his lips for the first time since the incident at school and he holds out his hand to you. When you place your hand in his, he keeps you steady while you step into the pool and wade through the water towards him. 

You want to sink below the surface of the water or shield your body from him with your hands, both desperate attempts to hide as much bare skin from him as you can. He senses your nervousness because he pulls you into a gentle hug that feels warm and soothing.

When you finally start to relax, he pulls away and reaches for the basket of toiletries floating nearby. You dunk your head into the water to wet your hair while he grabs the bottle of shampoo. He rubs his hands together and massages the suds onto your scalp. He hums quietly and your body sways gently in the water. Your eyes slip closed at the pleasant sensation of his fingertips working through your hair, rubbing at the back of your neck and melting away the tension between your shoulders. He does the same with the conditioner next; he seems to enjoy the sensation of your soft hair between his fingers while he pampers you.

You recognize the scent of the hair products and realize he’s using his own. His taste in cosmetics is luxurious and expensive, more than what you would ever dream to spend on yourself. You feel spoiled, like you’re someone precious. You’re distracted by how relaxed you feel, and you realize too late that he’s pouring body wash into his palm and sudsing it up between his hands.

He reaches for your left arm first, lacing your fingers together with one hand while he smooths the fragrant bubbles over your skin with the other. He does the same with your right arm, pausing before he accidentally touches the purple bruise forming where Thirteen’s trap struck you. He stares at the mark, barely brushing his fingers across it like he’s afraid of hurting you even more.

You squeeze his fingers to pull him out of the worried trance he’s fallen into. “It looks worse than it feels,” you say quietly. You try to reassure him but he doesn’t look like he believes you. He bends his head and brushes his lips over the mark before he continues with his task.

He washes your back, kneading the skin gently with his hands as he moves them across your body. He doesn’t stray below your waist, and he only washes the delicate column of your throat and shoulders before turning around to give you privacy. He gathers his basket and sets it on the edge of the pool while you quickly wash your chest.

You rinse the soapy layer off your skin by the time he turns around and pulls you into another hug. The water was a bit tepid now and it’s covered with a thin layer of film from the bath products he used.

“We should probably get out soon,” you murmur, resting against his bare chest. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he says and he holds you a bit tighter. “No one is going to bother you tonight.”

You run your fingertips across the water’s surface. “But the water’s getting cool and it’s soapy.” It’s one of the reasons why you normally don’t like taking baths and prefer to shower.

But Asmo holds his hand above the water and starts whispering an incantation you don’t recognize. His hand glows and the water around you ripples gently before it settles. You nearly gasp at the odd sensation of the water instantly warming up again. The bubbly residue from his bath products is gone too.

“Well, that’s a neat trick,” you say with a quiet laugh. He watches your delighted reaction with a smile.

Asmo walks back towards the edge of the pool and pulls you with him. He hops back onto the marble step and scoots backwards. He spreads his legs and pats the space between them where he makes room for you. After a moment of deliberation, you follow him and settle against his chest. His thighs are bracketing your hips and one of his arms is crossed over your front.

He smooths your hair back and brushes it out of the way, hooking his chin over your shoulder with a sigh. He nuzzles your shoulder with his cheek. When you glance at him from the corner of your eye, you realize his eyes are closed.

“How do you feel?” you ask him in a near-whisper.

He turns his head towards you, humming in contemplation. You can feel his warm breath on your neck. “I should be asking you that,” he replies. He’s dodging your question.

You turn to face him properly - or as much as he allows with his arm still wrapped around you. “You were very upset with Solomon earlier,” you remind him. “You didn’t seem like yourself.”

Asmo’s eyes are open and they flash at the mention of the sorcerer’s name. “Did I frighten you?” 

You shake your head because it wasn’t fear you felt in that moment. “No, I wasn’t scared of you. I was worried.”

Asmo rests his forehead against your shoulder and sighs. “I don’t think you understand how hard it is when–“ he starts to say, then he makes a frustrated noise in his throat. "I don't like it when someone else hurts you.”

Asmo is protective of you the way all the other demon brothers are, so his answer doesn’t surprise you. But you’ve known for a while now that something between you has changed, like there’s some gap neither of you are able to cross. Most of the time he seems like himself - carefree, happy, excited by all the wonderful things in the world that he loves. When he’s not himself, his eyes are cold and his tone is sharp.

Sometimes you forget that Asmo’s capable of rage or violence as much as his brothers are, even though he tries not to show you that side of him. The anger in his eyes earlier when he faced off against Solomon in your defense was very real. You’re surprised he didn’t shift into his demon form; perhaps he would have if you hadn’t gotten him out of there in time.

“Does this have to do with what happened a few months ago?” you ask hesitantly.

His body freezes for a split second but it’s enough for you to notice. His arm tightens around you ever so slightly.

“We never did talk about that, did we?” he sighs. He sounds nervous, uncertain - you know he’s trying to avoid having this conversation with you, but you don’t know why. 

“No, but maybe we should. I wasn’t lying earlier when I said I’m worried about you - and not just today. You’ve been…” you gesture vaguely with your hand, “…different lately. After what happened.”

The water is still warm but it feels like you’ve both overstayed your welcome. Asmo relaxes his hold on you and leans over to grab a towel for himself. He stands and quickly dries himself off. The boxer briefs he wears leave little to the imagination when the water-soaked fabric sticks to his skin. Your cheeks burn when you turn away quickly to give him privacy, and you hear him chuckle under his breath.

He sets the towel over his shoulder and grabs a second one for you. He holds it open in front of him and you stand quickly, stepping out of the pool and letting him wrap you in the towel like a blanket.

He tips your face up with a finger under your chin and looks into your eyes. He leans closer and his eyes dart to your lips for the briefest moment. Before you can even ask what he’s doing, he shakes his head and gestures for you to follow him to his room.

You dry yourself off quickly while he steps into the privacy of his walk-in closet. Your RAD uniform is in a crumpled pile somewhere and you wait for him to return, wrapping the towel tighter around yourself so you don’t get cold.

Asmo steps out of his closet wearing a bathrobe that’s tied loosely at his waist. You catch brief glimpses of his bare thighs when he walks towards you; it’s obvious he’s not wearing anything underneath. He hands you a spare bathrobe to put on as well, and he collects the discarded towels and tosses them in the laundry hamper while you shrug the robe onto your shoulders. 

Asmo lays on his bed above the covers, sinking into the pile of ornamental pillows against his headboard. He raises his arm invitingly and you settle on the bed beside him, tucking yourself under his arm and letting your head rest against his shoulder. One of your hands is on his chest and he covers it with his own.

He peppers the top of your head with a few brief, barely-there kisses then sighs warily. He’s delayed this conversation long enough.  “What would you like to ask first?”

You think back to nearly three months ago when a loud slam woke you up in the middle of the night. A yell echoed down the hall from your room and it prompted you to get out of bed quietly and tiptoe outside. What if someone was hurt? you worried at the time. The sound of hushed, frantic voices led you to the front hallway. 

“Asmo?” you whisper, staring at the demon you barely recognized. Blood was splattered across his arms and face, his clothes stained and torn. He was speaking to Lucifer, but his eyes met yours for a moment before he looked away again. You took a hesitant step towards him, but Mammon appeared out of nowhere, blocking Asmo from view and gently pushing you back towards your room.

“You can talk to him tomorrow,” he said quietly, glancing at his brothers over his shoulder. “He wouldn’t want you to see him like this.”

“What happened that night when I saw you in the foyer?” you ask.

“Diavolo finally agreed with Lucifer’s recommendation that the demon bothering you should be expelled from RAD.” Asmo hides his smirk in your hair. “Lucifer decided his punishment deserved a personal touch, so he sent me on behalf of the student council to make sure he went back to the corner of hell he came from. He might’ve been a little worse for wear, but in one piece.” Mostly one piece, anyway.

“Why did Lucifer ask you to do it?” you wonder, looking at him curiously. A thought suddenly occurs to you, and you push up so you can look at him properly. “Does that have to do with the fight you two had?” You weren’t sure what happened, but in the days leading up to that night, Lucifer and Asmo barely seemed to get along; they ignored each other at mealtimes and exchanged icy glares when they were forced to speak about official school business.

Asmo smiles and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Of course it does,” he says. “You tried to hide it from us, but I knew that demon was harassing you. I was worried about you but Lucifer insisted on following protocol. I found his lack of urgency frustrating.”

“I think we need to reconsider allowing the new student to study at RAD,” Asmo said from his seat in Lucifer’s office, his voice quiet and serious. 

Lucifer sighed warily. It wasn’t the first time Asmo spoke to him of his concerns regarding the new demon on campus but his accusations were vague and unsubstantiated. “I already told you that my hands are tied unless he does something actionable.” When Asmo opened his mouth to argue, Lucifer added quickly, “something actionable with proof.”

But something in Asmo’s tense expression made Lucifer hesitate. “What’s wrong?”

Asmo shook his head. “I don’t know how to explain it. That demon is dangerous.” He doesn’t say that he’s terrified something bad might happen, that he might not be there in time to save you if it does.

Lucifer leaned back and rubbed his tired eyes with the palms of his hands. “I believe you, but Diavolo needs some sort of evidence to justify expulsion if we want to to avoid any political repercussions. Your intuition simply isn't enough.”

Asmo stood from the chair with a frown and strode away. “If you don’t do something about him now, it could be too late.” He pulled the door open and glared at Lucifer over his shoulder. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he snarled before slamming the door closed behind him.

Asmo pulls you against him and rolls you both over. When you’re both laying on your sides, he wraps an arm around your waist. He smiles when you copy him. 

“I thought it was something I could handle on my own,” you finally admit outloud. “I hoped things would get better with time. I didn’t want to involve anyone else if I didn’t have to.”

But since you didn’t tell Asmo about anything that was going on, you still have to wonder, ”How did you know what was going on if I didn't tell anyone?”

Asmo cuddles a bit closer to you and his eyes slip closed when he tightens his hold on you. “Call it a hunch.”

Mammon tried to explain it to you during your early days as an exchange student. You were curious about Asmo’s fixation on beautiful things - including himself. “It’s not just about beauty or sex with him - it’s about passion. Anger, hatred - he can sense those feelings too but that sorta passion’s ugly to him. That's why he focuses on the feelings that make him feel good. That’s why when he sets his mind to something, he puts in everything he’s got, every time. It’s all or nothin’ with that guy. He doesn’t do half measures.”

It was fortunate that you were still at RAD the day things spiraled out of control. The demon that was bullying you had you cornered in an otherwise empty classroom. He pushed your shoulders against the stone wall and hissed with explicit details how he planned to decorate the room with your insides. Despite all your power and education, you froze in the face of real danger. You were naive to think that there weren’t demons left in the Devildom that would still want to harm you.

Whatever the demon was about to do next was interrupted when the classroom door opened suddenly. The passerby yelled for help and within moments the demon was pulled off you. You slumped to the ground, overwhelmed by the adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins. 

Afterwards, you would remember it was Asmo who picked you up and carried you to the infirmary, who sat at your side and held your hand while you were examined for injuries. It was Asmo who slept in your bed that night to help fend off bad dreams, who stayed home with you the next day while Diavolo and Lucifer finished their investigation.

You had all the pieces to explain what happened, the truth that you were too blind to see: it was Asmo that asked to carry out the demon's punishment because he threatened to kill you.

“What have you done?” Lucifer snapped angrily when he confronted Asmo in the front hallway. He expected his brother home hours ago.

“I did as you asked,” Asmo said in an eerily calm, detached voice. “He’s on his way back to the outer ring and we won’t have to see him ever again.” 

Lucifer grabbed Asmo’s arm when he tried to walk away. “When I gave you permission to do this, I stated very clearly the limitations of what you could and could not do. We all feel the way you do, but–”

“I warned you this would happen!” Asmo cried, aura burning as his rage flared. He quieted himself, remembering the late time and not wanting to wake the others, or you. “He’s still alive. If I ever see him again, he won’t be so lucky.”

You knew Asmo was a powerful demon - he was a demon prince of the Devildom, after all - but you never realized his potential for anger or violence could match the intensity of his love and admiration for the things he held most dear. It overwhelmed you to think that he considered you something worth protecting.

But the more you thought about it, the more you realized you underestimated the depth of his feelings for you. He tried to tell you so many times in so many ways that you were important to him. He brought his manicure kit to your room so he could do his nails while you did your homework. When you finished, he would reward you by doing your nails too. He invited you on spontaneous trips to Majolish or your favourite cafe, refusing your offers to pay for the gifts he bought for you. He was always trying to take your photo, or he’d pull you to his side for selfies together. When you asked him why none of the photos ended up on Devilgram like most of his other pictures, he just winked and said he wanted to keep those pictures for himself.

He teased you playfully if other demons tried to ask you out, and he even encouraged you to accept sometimes - not that you ever had interest in any of those other demons, and he knew it. That didn’t stop him from giving you his usual pep talk before all of the dances you were invited to attend at Diavolo’s castle or The Fall:

“If anyone tries anything with you that you don’t like, blast them with some of that magic of yours. Or better yet, summon me and I’ll take care of it. No matter where I am, I’ll come to you. I promise.”

The realization dawns upon you and you feel like you’re drowning, emotions choked by the truth you’ve always known about his feelings for you, and your feelings for him.

“How long have you felt this way about me?” you ask him, your whispered voice breaking. 

When he opens his eyes, they begin to glow as he gazes at you with so much love - it’s hard to breathe. His cheeks flush just the slightest bit pink when his lips slowly tick up in a small smile. “Oh, my precious darling, when have I not?”

You bury your head against his chest to hide the tears spilling down your cheeks. You’re sobbing and shaking your head, whispering apologies over and over again while your fingers clench the silky material of his robe.

“It’s alright,” Asmo says quietly, his hand rubbing your back in an effort to calm you. “I’m here. Everything is going to be fine from now on, I promise.”

You look at him through blurry, red-rimmed eyes when he pushes you back gently so he can see your face. “But y-you did all that for me and I didn’t know. Or I-I-I think I knew but I pretended I didn’t. Things have felt so off between us and it’s my fault. If I wasn’t so weak, maybe I could’ve—“

Asmo frowns slightly and puts a finger to your lips to quiet you. “Nothing that happened was your fault. I did what I needed to do to keep you safe. I’ll save you as many times as I have to.” He cradles the back of your head and leans forward to brush his lips against your brow.

“I love you,” he says when he lowers his head and kisses your cheek.

“And I’ll never let anything happen to you,” he whispers when his nose brushes against yours and he presses his lips to the corner of your mouth.

The kiss is soft enough that you can ignore it, giving you the chance to turn away, to pretend it didn’t happen. He’s giving you an out, you realize. But when you’re this close, all you can see is the faint glow of his clementine eyes.

The kiss you offer him in return is soft and sweet.

His eyes flutter closed as he moans quietly, and the way he tilts his head so he can slot his mouth against yours reminds you this isn’t a dream. 

“Please,” he murmurs repeatedly against your lips. The quiet, needy pleas are muffled but you understand him perfectly.

When you nod, he doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, groaning when his lips move against yours harder and with more urgency. When you part your lips, he licks into your mouth, moaning between swipes of his tongue like he’s devouring you, starved for everything you can give him. His hand slides down your body, squeezing your waist gently before he pulls you tighter against him like he’s trying to blur the lines where you end and he begins.

When you start to roll onto your back, Asmo follows without hesitation, sliding a knee between your thighs and pressing his chest against yours. His kisses become sloppy and the soft, wet sounds are punctuated by your breathy moans.

You’re able to touch him more easily in this position and you tentatively skim your hands along his arms and across his shoulders until your fingers find purchase in his hair. There’s a rumbling noise that vibrates in his chest, and when you tug on his hair with just a bit more force, he breaks the kiss with a groan that makes the dull throb between your legs ache with need.

His hands are everywhere when he drags his lips across your jaw and down your neck. He’s panting between fiery, open-mouthed kisses against your skin. When he latches into the junction between your neck and shoulder and sucks with just a hint of teeth, you gasp.

He hums when he pulls back slightly to admire the mark he’s left on your skin. He raises himself up on his hands so he can look at you properly. You take the opportunity to explore him too, hands sliding down his chest slowly until they settle at his waist. You feel him shudder at your touch. 

“I should be doing this properly,” he says suddenly. When you tilt your head in confusion, he explains, “getting dolled up for you, taking you out for a romantic dinner, seducing you afterwards.” He grins when you flush with embarrassment, but his smile falters after a moment when his gaze pierces yours. “You deserve that. I can give you that if you want. We don’t have to go any further tonight if you’re not ready.”

You cup his cheek. “Do you want to stop?” you ask curiously.

He turns his head so he can kiss the inside of your wrist. “Fuck, no,” he breathes, shaking his head. His hair falls over his eyes, totally unkempt. He’s beautiful like this.

Earlier it was hard to ignore the weight of his cock hardening against your hip, the stilted movements when he kept himself from grinding against you while you kissed. It makes you feel less self-conscious of your own desire, the way his pleased sounds made you feel hot with need. The insides of your thighs are damp with slick and you’re desperate for some kind of friction against your clit. You’ve been clenching around nothing, secretly wanting him to fill you but not having the courage to ask for more. 

“I want you too,” you whisper, staring into his eyes and it feels like you’re finally being honest, trying not to let fear ruin the promise of what his love can offer you. You’re emboldened by the way his eyes are smoldering when he looks at you, the way you’re both trembling with need and the way your voices shake with so much emotion. You don’t want him to have any doubts about how you feel about him or about how desperately you want him too.

He only hesitates a moment before he pushes himself to his knees. One of his knees is still wedged between your thighs, not quite close enough to give you the friction to grind yourself against him. He undoes the knot holding his robe closed and slides it off his shoulders. The sight of his naked chest leaves you breathless.

Your eyes roam across his smooth, unblemished skin. Your fingers grasp the blanket when you feel the itch to grab him and pull him back down. You’re close to begging for him to touch you, and something must flicker across your expression because his gaze darkens. The sweet, somewhat bashful tilt to his lips sharpens into something a little more hungry. 

He leans down, one hand clenching the sheets for balance while he slips his other arm between your bodies. You feel his fingers pull at the thin fabric of your robe and pry it apart and the sudden chill causes goosebumps to spread across your exposed skin. You resist the urge to cover your breasts when you feel your nipples harden. 

“You’re lovely,” he whispers, kissing your cheek softly. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, I can barely stand it.” You tilt your head back when his nose grazes along your jaw and he scrapes his teeth against the sensitive skin below your ear. He pulls your earlobe between his teeth and tugs, licking the skin in a mock apology when you gasp and arch your back against his chest.

“I bet you say that to all your dates,” you whimper. His desire is intoxicating but you can feel the self-doubts bubbling over, your inhibitions threatening to spill from your lips and ruin everything. Before you can say anything else, Asmo sighs his head and tilts your head so you’re forced to look him in the eye.

“None of that matters anymore, not when I finally have you,” he says quietly, like it’s some sort of oath. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” He gives you a hard, quick kiss. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long.”

He shuffles closer and his cock hangs heavy against you. The tip is dribbling precum and it feels warm and sticky on your thigh. His head tilts back with a moan and he slowly rubs against you, painting your skin with his desire and leaving no room for doubt that he wants you.

You can’t stop yourself from reaching for him and you pull him closer as you spread your legs invitingly. “Asmo, please–”

He growls quietly and in an instant his lips are around one of your nipples while his hand snakes back down between your bodies. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud, and he sucks it into his mouth at the same time his long fingers dip between your folds. Your hips jolt when he brushes against your clit, puffy and wet with your desire and it’s all for him.

Asmo moans around your nipple when he feels the wetness between your legs. He kisses across your breasts as he starts grinding against you a bit harder than before.

“You’re almost ready for me, aren’t you?” he asks, amazed by how utterly perfect you are, bare and needy under him. He licks his lips and you can see a hint of his fangs when he grins.

The way he looks at you makes you squirm underneath him. You move your hips and try to chase his fingers as he explores the soft skin of your folds. The delicious pressure of his fingertips rubbing against your clit is enough to make your thighs quake. You feel the beginnings of your release, but you whine when he suddenly moves his fingers away. Before you can ask him to touch you again, he slips a finger inside you and the sudden fullness makes you groan. 

He’s hypnotized by the way your body moves in tandem with his, arching your back and undulating your hips as he pumps his finger inside. He’s being slow and deliberate, studying your face for every reaction, and when he adds another finger he thrusts them both in deep. You take the intrusion so well, like your body was made to be his, and he knows you're close when your moans pitch higher and your hands scramble for purchase in the sheets.

“You feel so perfect around my fingers,” he murmurs, watching with half-lidded eyes as his fingers move faster in and out of you. He bites his lip when he feels you clench around him, and he’s nearly mad with the desire to have you finally wrapped around his cock. “You’re so responsive.” He strokes your clit with his thumb as his fingers stretch and tease your gummy walls, crooking his fingers inside you like he’s inviting you to sin.

The sensations drive you to the edge and you’re chasing your release, eyes closed and swallowing thickly after you choke on a moan that sounds suspiciously like his name. “I want you so badly,” you beg, and your voice sounds breathy and pathetic to your ears but you can feel the heat of his gaze on you when your body tightens around him. He keeps brushing over that spot inside that feels so good and you don’t want the feeling to stop, you want more. “I want you to come inside me, I want–” 

You cry out as the orgasm crashes through you out of nowhere, wave after unrelenting wave of pleasure setting your body ablaze as his greedy fingers coax every last breathy moan from your lips. He savors the way your body flutters around him, like you’re overwhelmed by the feeling of his fingers still pumping inside you but your pretty little hole’s too greedy to let him go.

Asmo finally pulls his hand away when you try to clench your thighs closed to stop him from teasing your oversensitive nerves. He sits back on his heels and waits patiently while you catch your breath. Your skin glistens lightly with sweat and he can’t stop staring at you.

When you finally open your eyes, he brings his slick-soaked fingers to his mouth, licking your essence from his fingertips before sucking them both into his mouth greedily. Once they’re clean, he releases them with a quiet pop.

“You taste delicious,” he coos appreciatively. He’s so tempted to dive between your legs, to lap up every last drop of slick that clings to your folds. He wants to breathe in your intoxicating scent until it’s seared into his memory forever, to plunder your hole with his tongue until you can’t possibly give him more. 

But as much as Asmo wants to make himself a new home between your legs buried tongue-deep inside you, or to pull you on top of him so you can grind against his face so he’s drenched in your slick, he knows that will have to wait until next time.

He’s been with hardly anyone else since what happened a few months ago. He was overwhelmed by the intensity of his feelings for you - the fear of losing you, the need to claim you properly - and it sent him into a tailspin. He tried to pretend there was nothing wrong and he went to his usual haunts, but he didn’t want any of those other demons: none of them were you. 

Now that he has you, he’s not sure anything can possibly be better than this: the way you looked swept away by pleasure; your loud, high-pitched sounds like music to his ears; and the way you fucked yourself on his fingers and begged for his cock inside you - it’s too much temptation for even the Avatar of Lust to bear. 

When the sensitivity has ebbed and you’ve caught your breath, you let your thighs fall open again and Asmo doesn’t hesitate to shuffle between them properly. His cock bumps against you and when he lowers himself to his forearms above you, he teases you with the glide of his cock along your folds. He rolls his hips slightly so that the tip of his cock grazes your clit and then he pushes even lower, letting the head of his cock tease at your hole. He adds just enough pressure at your entrance that promises more, and that has you moaning in anticipation and spreading your legs even wider for him.

You lift your thighs so they rest against his hips to keep him in place, to encourage him to come even closer, to fill you so you never feel empty again.

His head tips back and soft sighs fall from his lips when he finally pushes inside. Neither of you seem to care about the way your body squelches obscenely with the slow drag of his cock along your walls. It’s a smooth glide until he finally bottoms out and he moans, but he blinks his eyes open rapidly, surprised at the sudden wetness clinging to his eyelashes. One of your hands is clutched to his back, the sharp grip of your fingernails a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain.

You cup his face with your other hand and wipe away the rogue tears that roll down his cheek. “I love you so much,” you say in a quiet, shaky voice, because there’s nothing more perfect you can say in this moment, not when his body cages yours and you feel so utterly wanted. When his cock twitches eagerly inside you, you wonder why it took so long to do this together; it feels like you were both fighting inevitability.

He nuzzles against your hand and kisses your palm before he rolls his hips with a few shallow, exploratory strokes. You both moan, and your other hand leaves his cheek so you can grasp onto his shoulder to brace yourself.

Asmo bites his lip when he rocks into you again. “You feel—“ he breaks off with a groan, wincing when your walls squeeze around him. “You feel so fucking good, I don’t think I’m going to last.” 

Despite the pleasure gripping his senses, he feels the faintest ripple of embarrassment too. He’s worried about disappointing you after finally getting to have you after all this time. The longing for you festered so deep within him that even touching someone that wasn’t you didn’t really satisfy him anymore. He’s overcome by his desire for you even though he tried to ignore it, because he didn’t know if you wanted him, if you were ready for what he wanted to give you so badly—

But you breathe out his name and the unabashed lust in your eyes is unmistakable. You’re panting lightly, wetting your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue and he tracks the movement greedily. “I just want you,” you say when you tighten your legs around his waist, urging him even deeper. 

That’s all the invitation Asmo needs. He braces himself on his hands and starts to move inside you with slow, controlled thrusts. The heat of your walls wrapped around his cock and your soft, needy moans and whimpers overwhelm his senses, and it’s hard to maintain the gentle rocking of his hips against yours when he feels the tethers of his self-control start to snap.

He puts more power into his movements, answering your whimpered pleas for him to fuck you, to give it to you harder and faster. You’re not commanding him, but you don’t have to; he obeys willingly with the rough snap of his hips as he fucks you into his mattress. He growls approvingly when you toss your head back in submission and pleasure, whining and choking on the moans he drags out of you with every push and pull of his cock claiming you from the inside-out.

The bed frame creaks from the force of his thrusts and the headboard bangs against the wall, but Asmo doesn't care, not when it feels like you’re both teetering on the edge of an abyss and he’s so close to falling. He’s determined to drag you down with him.

“Touch yourself,” he whispers in a rough voice when he feels his orgasm approaching.  “I want you to come with me.” He doesn’t remember the last time he felt so desperate, but you reach between your bodies and start stroking your clit in time with his powerful thrusts. Your body clenches around him almost immediately and your back arches, and his cock is suddenly enveloped with even more slickness when you come for him a second time, his name falling from your lips in a broken cry.

He can’t possibly last after that and he doesn’t want to, and your pleasure rips the orgasm from him and he cries out when he spills inside you, marking you as his in a way no one else possibly can. His hips stutter as his thrusts become sloppy and shallow, and the desperate haze clears from his mind when satisfied exhaustion takes its place.

You both groan when his softening cock finally slips from your body. He collapses at your side to avoid crushing you with his weight, and he pulls you against him. You’re both hot and sticky and the air smells like musk from sweat and sex. Asmo knows there’s a wet spot drying on his sheets where your slick and his come pooled between your thighs.

He knows you’re both exhausted, but he hasn’t felt this content in weeks.

You nuzzle into his shoulder and sigh, trying and failing to stifle a yawn. You’re still trembling slightly, but you melt into his embrace and it makes his throat thicken with emotion. 

“I think we need another bath,” you murmur sleepily. Your lips tickle where they graze his skin and he smiles.

“Later,” he promises and he wraps his arms around you. “Stay with me tonight,” he whispers.

Stay with me forever, he thinks and doesn’t say out loud. But when you nod and cuddle even closer to him before sleep claims you, Asmo believes he didn’t have to.

[messycunt]

So.. I just red your Hucow Collection on Ao3 and that alternate AU where MC is the Breeding Cow had me well.. Listening? Reading? Blushing, Screaming? Ahem. No because imagine Cow Hybrid! MC as the farms breeding Cow🗣

All the Bulls fawn over her and just want to breed her silly. Of course, crowley would make immense Profit from having his bulls mate with such a pretty little cow! Or the rivalry that would blossom between the boys! Oh and not to forget MC's best selling Milk! It just tastes so sweet that everyone wants some💕

Just wanted to share that thought with you! (feel frew to write about it)

May i take the place/role of 🎀 - Anon if it isnt taken already?<3

Eat enough and stay hydrated Lovely💋

WELCOME BOW ANON I whipped this up in like 15 mins just throwing stuff out there 

characters: Cater, Trey, Ace, Deuce, Crowly, Vil, Rook, Epel, Riddle, Idia, Kalim, Malleus, Lilia 

cw: hybrids(hucows), lactation, breeding kink, exhibitionism, three/foursome, double penetration in one hole, dumbification, afab reader

so so much can come of this like just go along w me here kay?

Ace and Deuce being too impatient to take turns with you like usual but too horny to bother properly fighting so they resort to trying to shove themselves into your dripping hole at the same time. Stretching you almost to your limit but it's ok because you'll endure it for them right?

Cater and Trey share you often as well but not in the way you'd think, usually their "shared quality time" with you involves Trey doing all the actual pussy pounding and Cater off to the side or in a corner somewhere(taking a few pics and vids for later) at his own personal insistence. He'd rather enjoy the view and Trey knows how to get you worked up better anyways in his own words.

Riddle's favorite thing about you is your breasts, especially drinking from them. It's warm and comforting and he enjoys cuddling up close to your chest and suckling from you after sex more than he does the sex itself. He would die before he would admit that to you tho.

You didn't think Crowley would let the boys have all the fun without having his own fill from time to time did you? Sure he keeps you all more than taken care of and well fed out of the goodness of his heart but it gets so tiring and stressful sometimes. Surely you wouldn't mind keeping him "company" under his desks while he works would you?

Kalim thinks you're adorable! Your eyes are so pretty and your ears are so cute and soft to the touch, well his are too but yours are special cus they're yours! He just loves touching and licking and kissing you all over.

The Pome trio oh boy. Whether it's making out with Epel as he desperately gripes at your body while you're both pounded by Rook and Vil respectively or innocently taking Rook and Vil up on their offer to service you with a full body oil massage they've always got something that they thoroughly planned beforehand ready for you.

Idia's intense infatuation[read obsession] with you is more than enough to have him act out of character from time to time. He is unexpectedly blunt with you about all the almost grossly kinky things he'd like to do with you, or what he'd have you do to him in most cases. Unsurprisingly tho he loses most of his tack in the moment, poor boy gets so deliriously pussy drunk you'd think he's the one getting their guts rearranged.

Malleus is rather possessive, shocker I know. It would be delusional of him to think he could have you to himself in the traditional sense but he at very least likes to have you to himself in the heat of the moment so sharing you is completely off the table… with one exception. Lilia finds the love Malleus has for you cute and has inclined himself to join in on your endeavors once or twice. Bringing his hands to your chest from behind you to pinch and pull at your leaking nipples while you ride Malleus like your life depends on it. Whispering cheeky things into your ear before locking eyes with the large black pelted bull and urging him to pump you full of his seed and impregnate you with his calf. 

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[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.

[Twst x Obeyme!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 1.1: The start of the Blood Rose Tyrant.

Thank you, my amazing readers, for all the likes, comments, and reblogs🥹 It makes so happy, like– almost nothing can top the joy of seeing y'all liked my work :)

Btw, If you have any questions about my tagging and/or literally anything you wanna ask me bout the fic, just reach out to me and I'll try my best to answer you.😊

CW: Cursing, Idk what else... There's also the pronoun schtick I've been yapping about since pr. 1. (i.e MC will get mistaken for a pretty guy a lot -Mc is AFAB referred to as they/them- because the NRC cast have come to expect only boys to be in the school. Excluding the paintings ofc.)

(My pic)

Fun fact: While all of your ornaments act as containers to very *nom*-able amounts of magic, such a thing can be dangerous as it may give away your location if you need to hide or run away from someone.

Therefore, all of them were cast with a special spell developed by Solomon that makes it so that people can't sense that magic unless they're really close to you physically.

(Not to mention, only exceptional mages can actually have the hope of picking up on that magic as your all jewelry were also cast with a heavy magical concealment blessing from both Micheal and Luke.)

• • •

'What the hell is this?'

You think as you fiddled with the fancy pouch in your hands.

You had opened the gift box to find the pouch containing some basic skincare products and just went; ( •_•)..?

Like– What the hell? Who does that?? Are they saying that you're ugly and needed to start taking care of your face?! Well excuse you, I'll have you know –whomever you are– that this face was approved by Asmodeus himself you rude lil' shi—

*Ehem*

So like any sane person is supposed to do in that situation, you checked if the products were cursed or charmed and then pocketed it to maybe sell it in the future for some cash. (Lovely gift but you were taught never to use/ingest things given to you by strangers.)

Leaving the infirmary, you venture into the botanical garden, hoping you'd find some edible plants that you and Yuu can nibble on until you can procure other food options and some all important moneh. (Ugh, if only that damn crow didn't escape and hide away from you, you would've extorted his cowardly-ass and bought some food instead of needing to resort to this bs.)

'Trying to find a stone in a long abandoned mine is simply a fools errand.'

You thought as you absent-mindedly skipped past a certain tall, dark, and handsome man with horns, unknowing of the look of pure curiosity pointed at your back as you continued your musings.

'But oh well, they wanted to try so they might as well be those fools.'

You're not gonna stop them if they wanna try to fix things even though you've mostly stabilized the situation. (Not that they know.)

Damn, you also need to go to the library later so that you can learn what changes you'd need to do in order to adapt and know the problems you'd likely experience in this world.

Knowing yourself and your history for being a magnet of chaos, It'd probably involve almost dying more times than you have fingers and unearthing some deeply-buried soul-crushing trauma in which the only thing you'll get in return are the friends you've made along the way.

Aside from that though, you'd need to gain yourself a foothold in this society.

Preferably, there would be a lot of rich and influential people in this school to suck up to, but if those aren't enough then maybe you can venture into industries where you can kiss-ass in peace.

As much as you'd love to be optimistic, Crowley is the almost literal embodiment of a dead-beat dad barely pays child-support and your own search for a way home may take years before coming to fruition.

Tsk. You can feel your stress levels transcending the mortal plane of existence again as you can already envision the figurative mountain-range you'd need to climb just to achieve stability in this place.

$°\•m°n.. p/€∆$3.. H€\₱ m£...

Times like these just make you wanna curl up onto the floor in a fetal position and let the earth consume you whole.

Oh! And you also need to obtain a stronger blackmail material against Crowley to make sure he won't try anything remotely against you.

'Hmm... But maybe...'

You think as you took a quick and discreet glance to a security camera that had been "coincidentally" pointed at you.

Well, not really a coincidence.

If the mf behind these creepy-ass cameras —that have been watching you since your arrival here, mind you—, can lend you a hand then that would be the optimal outcome. There are a lot of security cameras after all...

Though there's also a large possibility that the fucker wanted you dead because of either boredom, simple bloodlust, money, vengeance (for some reason), your organs or all of the above.

You sighed as you entered the botanical garden, telling yourself to just worry about that later and focus on finding food.

If you get in trouble for taking plants here, you'll just throw Crowley under the bus. (figuratively and literally if he decides to be a bitch about it.)

• • • •

Yuu, Grim, Ace, and Deuce stumbled out of the mirror, finally away from the creepy forest and back into the college.

They all flinched and turned their heads back when they heard a dramatic 'Tsktsktsk–' from behind them.

"Well well well~ Look who finally decided to show up at–"

*checks imaginary wrist watch*

"46 minutes past midnight.. Huh.. If you all got any curfew for your dorms then you're both toast. Can't believe y'all spent more than five hours looking for a single rock..."

You said, referring to the two first years who flinched under your words and judgemental eyes.

"You all look like shit by the way."

Yuu awkwardly scratched their head.

"Thanks?"

*Sigh...*

"You're welcome, bbg."

"Just hurry up and give that rock to the fuckin crow already so that you all can spare the world from having to witness anymore of your gross, sweaty, homeless-lookin selves."

Deuce shrunk even further behind Yuu. (funny because Yuu was at least half-a-head shorter.)

Ace meanwhile, has too much ego to not say anything back.

"We wouldn't be looking like this if you at least helped!" He snarked.

"Why should I?"

You Dwayne-the-rock-Johnson raised your eyebrow at him.

"I don't owe any of you a smidgen of literally anything so why should I help?"

It wasn't a question, but a statement. Because why should you help? They should be grateful you even talked Crowley out of expelling them immediately. Not that they know but still...

But of course, audacity is gonna audacity. Because, Ace really had the nerve to look offended by your words, as if you weren't saying something as truthful as the sky being blue, the grass being green, and your ass being a literal masterpiece from god.

"Don't even try to pass off the blame, Weasley-wannabe. I know it, you know it, your mom knows it, your dad if you have one, your entire bloodline and your non-existent cow knows it, there's literally no point."

Ace literally almost snarled at you like a damn dog, pft– That's what he gets from pissing you off by existing earlier.

"Oh shut up!"

He then looked like he was about to start a rant of how unfair his life was and how he totally didn't deserve any of this and blahblahblahblahblah–

You swear on Diavolo and Luci's fruity man-boobs, you'll hang this bitch upside down like a bat if you had to hear another complaint about things being unfair for him.

What about you? or Yuu? Isn't life more cruel and unfair to you two? Taking you both away from loved ones and shoving you into a world where you two need to fight for a temporary sanctuary as you both try to go home with no real proof you'll actually be able to make it back?

Isn't life more unfair to you? Right when you almost finally achieved the start of your happy ending.. You were taken away from the people that you fought tooth and nail to be with.. And now, they're all too far away for you to reach... again.

Deuce elbowed Ace, thankfully making the jab to the ribs painful for the annoying ginger.

You dramatically sighed again, turning to Yuu and Deuce.

"Remember kids, don't copy Ace's attitude okay? Lest you want to end up single and with no bitches for the rest of your life."

Ace's right eye twitched erratically, shouting at you to shut up and to stop messing with him.

• • • • •

Talking with the crow is an annoying affair as expected. At least now, Yuu is finally an official learner of the school. Even if they're just half-a-student with the loud talking cat. (That kinda reminds you of Mammon, now that you think of it. Also very funny because the cat's name is grim of all things..)

Oh, and you're a prefect now. You're definitely going to make that everyone's problem. Hehehehehe~

"So the abandoned dorm we were supposed to live in is fixed now? How? Hasn't it only been like– a day?"

You ominously beamed at the question, releasing a sinister little giggle that caused Ace, Deuce, and the now wide-awake Grim to subconsciously shiver while Yuu refrained from asking further questions and just wisely snickered instead.

Unseen by everyone, you sent a quick devious little smile to a wall where a certain electrical device was mounted, biting down a snort when you saw the security camera suddenly snap into another direction, as if it was a person embarrassed that they got caught by someone they were staring at.

You then had to hold back a cackle as you remembered how easily this newly made stalker friend of yours snitched on the headmaster, like– you literally didn't even do anything, the flustered boy just gave you the blackmail material that you needed. Well, maybe you did corner him a little bit by using his own electronics against him but you're pretty sure he enjoyed it for some reason if the way he literally blurted out 'mommy-' at you was anything to go by—

Haha, the benefits of having a hacker as a fren :3

• • • •

Kicking away the two idiots and telling them to go back to their dorms already, you dragged Yuu inside the now newly fixed dorm.

The two of you needed to talk about a few things and arrangements..

• • • •

Quickly opening the door in hopes that the fucker that was banging on it gets mash-dabbed face-first, you saw nothing but disappointment as the bastard — Ace — had actually moved away from the door in an impressive display of intuition and spidey-sense before you had even wretched the door open.

"What the fuck do you want, you ugly punyeta?"

It hasn't even been a few hours since this mf parted ways with you and Yuu, so what could be the problem now?

. .. . . . . ..

"No, you're sleeping on the couch."

"What?! But why?!! There are perfectly good rooms here!"

"All the other rooms besides the one we're using are still unfurnished. The beds in them are yet to be assembled and the floors are dusty because of the quick renovations." Yuu stated, rubbing the bridge of their nose.

"Ughhhhh! Just let me squeeze in, I promise I won't take up too much space!"

"Nice try but no."

"Tch, You're all so stingy and inhospitable.."

"Yuu, Do you hear that?" You said, theatrically cupping your ear with a hand.

"Yes, It seems that a forever virgin is talking." Yuu answered with a smirk.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, you oompa-loompa lookin ass— we unfortunately can't understand the language of people who can't pull."

"You guys are the worst."

"Thanks bbg." you and Yuu paused.

"Pft–"

"Oh dear~ It seems you're starting to take after me."

"Indeed it seems." Yuu replied, even subconsciously copying the fancy accent you used.

"Oh no, you're multiplying. :0"

"Haha, we're still dragging you to apologize to your Housewarden later."

"Aww shucks.."

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INCOMING!—☆

Your S/O makes you squirt for the first time

Time-Skip Takemichi/Howl Pendragon/Sebastian Michaelis/Son Goku

Female reader / Reader with a vagina

Minors do not interact cause I know you gone read the shit anyway 🙎🏾‍♀️

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Takemichi—

TAKEMICHI’S EYES WERE WIDE AND BLOWN OUT

the space between his brows wrinkled as he panted. His beige skin was heated to the touch as his sweat began to dampen his feverish skin. The man’s heart thundered and reverberated within his eardrums as his blue eyes focused on where the two of you were connected.

You were on top of him.

Your upper body was leaned back, your hands on either side of his spread legs. Your breast bounced with vigor, your skin just as sweaty as his. Your legs were parted, exposing your most intimate parts to your lover as you bounced on his cock.

Takemichi’s wide eyes drunk at the sight of his cock spearing into you each time you dropped down on his cock. He could hear the lewd squelching of your pussy welcoming his cock each time, and the slapping of your ass against his pelvis and upper thighs. Your meaty thighs and ass rippled as you bounced on him, and your head was thrown back in ecstasy. The male’s hands gripped your hips for something to hold onto, occasionally gripping your soft flesh, or pulling you harder down on his cock while he lost himself in the feeling of your velvet walls hugging him, and sucking him further inside of you. The crown of his cock jabbed at the soft spongy part of you, provoking you to chase your orgasm as the sensation fluttered through you, the turmoil building in your lower belly began to grow.

Takemichi couldn’t understand what came over him.

But his dominant hand let go of your hip so he could harshly flick his fingers back and forth against your swollen clit.

“Fuck—yes!” you sputtered as you felt as if you were coming. It was an intense feeling that rushed over you as a sudden spurt of wetness sprayed Takemichi’s lower half. At the same time, he bucked his hips upward, cumming deep inside of you.

The man tensed, eyes wide as he halted, looking down at what had happened as you flopped back, your back over the lower half of his legs.

He seemed to marvel, slightly gasping as his hand grasped the top of your thigh to lightly shake your leg. “_,” his brows raised, “babe!”

You were out like a light.

He sweatdropped, still in awe at what happened. He hadn’t anticipated you to cum as hard as you had done.

He could hear you softly snoring.

For now, he would pull out, clean you up, and then tuck you in.

His mind was still racing about what happened. He felt his lean chest swell with pride that he had managed to make you squirt like that. Usually, he’d see that in porn flicks or on those ridiculous porn ads that pop up on other websites. He had never seen it happen in person with someone else until now.

TAKEMICHI WAS MENTALLY PATTING HIS BACK

Howl—

HOWL HAD YOUR ASS HANGING OFF THE FOOT OF THE BED

he had your legs raised as his hands grasped tightly to the back of your knees, bending them back slightly. You swore he thought you were some sort of contortionist the way he would bend you in odd angles.

You’d think complaining about being so sore and not so flexible to the man he’d ease up a little.

Your toes curled as one of your arms extended above your head on the bed, gripping the soft blanket and sheets of your shared bed. Your unoccupied hand furiously rubbed harsh circles against your clit as Howl unrelentlessly jutted his hips against your ass. Your skin rippled as his balls slapped against your ass from how harshly he was stuffing his cock into you. He kept your legs spread to watch you rub your clit eagerly, his blue eyes wide with excitement.

The two of you were doing your best to remain quiet amid the night so as to not wake anyone else in the cozy castle.

Your hand loosened on the sheets and you clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the sudden cry that wanted to flee from the depths of your throat.

“Right there,” your shaky voice spoke through your fingers after spreading them.

With your legs in his hold, he was gripping onto you tightly as he raised them a little higher, the lower half of your body going up as his cockhead began massaging against that soft spongy spot within you. Repeatedly pressing against it with the roll of his hips. You stopped your hand momentarily as your legs began to shake and a rush went through your body. Your lower belly tensed, and your walls clenched around him, holding him snugly in place, making it difficult for him to pull out to push back in as he started cumming.

Howl’s blue eyes sparkled in awe at the rush of wetness that spattered against his lower belly, dripping from his skin now. Your mouth parted in a silent scream as you arched your back and turned your head slightly, your whole body trembling in account.

You were panting, your chest heaving. Your eyes were cloudy and somewhat teary, and your hands were limp at your sides.

Howl couldn’t help but chuckle, he brushed gentle kisses against the inside of your calf. “Beautiful,” he praised you, continuing kissing your feverish skin.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. You were so good for me,” he murmured, striving to keep quiet still. Glancing at a window, he noted that the sun was gradually ascending through a beautiful haze of orange and pink clouds.

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AS DEMONS

you and Sebastian were pretty smug, especially when it applied to showing one another up. Whether it be in front of the Phantomhive staff, in front of the young earl—and especially in bed.

Sebastian tangled a hand in your locs, tugging a few of them in his grasp. His other hand raked his black fingernails against your naked back, leaving red thin lines in their wake. The disrupted skin welted with small beads of blood but they would eventually heal by the time morning rose.

FOR NOW

Sebastian’s sharp teeth harshly bit into your shoulder, staking his claim on you as your sharp nails scratched his broad chest. His dark hair was a mess, strands sticking upward, and in odd directions, if anyone saw him with such imperfections in his hair they’d think it was uncharacteristic of him.

You, however, were much more used to the sight of his ruined state.

He was on top of you, lapping at the blood that surfaced from your bitten skin. He brushed his red lips against the wounds as small apologies, his hips recklessly rutted against yours, his cock plowing inside you provoking your walls to spasm as you raised a leg.

In his ear, he could hear the sharp gasp that pierced from your throat. He could feel the way your body pulled tautly and your breast pressing against his naked chest as you arched your back from the black abyss that was your nest. Dark feathers gradually showered the area, some landing on your lover’s head or brushing against his back. A few landed on your chest when Sebastian would lift his upper body, or landed in the wake of your locs that pooled around your head.

HERE, YOU COULD BE AS LOUD AS YOU WANTED

You could scream, you could be as rough as you wanted with him, and the same applied to him for you, without interruption from concerned staff members.

Your head leaned back, your chin raised, exposing more of your neck as you choked out a cry. Your plush lips were parted, sharp teeth gleaming from an unknown light, and your triangular tongue slightly lolling from your mouth. Sebastian watched with sadistic glee, his eyes squinting slightly as a smirk smeared his bloodied lips.

With one last thrust upward, jabbing into a spot he knew all too well, he watched in fascination as his balls tightened and began cumming—filling you to the brim with his seed—as your hips stuttered and your essence sprayed the lower half of his stomach.

He was far too used to the lewd sight of you squirting.

HE WAS OBSESSED WITH GETTING YOU TO DO IT

OVER AND OVER AGAIN TO BE FRANK

He felt a sense of pride watching you writhe beneath him as your body would jolt. In reaction to so much pleasure, that it was almost painful, your hands would push at his chest, one eyelid hooded, and lower than the other, as you hissed.

He gave a deep chuckle, tilting his head to kiss your cheek.

“Asshole,” you murmured when your body settled. A purr rumbled from your throat, basking in his warmth as his chuckling proceeded.

“Now, now, let’s not be harsh. What sort of mate would I be if I couldn’t satisfy you so immensely.”

He laid on top of you on purpose, his face hovering over yours as that smug expression haunted you for the remainder of you being underneath him.

“Don’t you dare-”

“I’m simply one hell of a lover.”

He beamed as you groaned at that stupid catchphrase.

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Goku—

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SAIYAN MEN WERE A DIFFERENT BREED

you knew that for a fact with the way Goku acted behind closed doors within the privacy of your cozy home.

Normally his eyes were wide with glee, puppy-like happiness that would swirl within his dark eyes. His smile could light up an entire planet, presenting those pearly whites.

HOWEVER

Your back arched as your fingers gripped onto the sheets of your shared bedding. The bed squeaked under the pressure of Goku’s relentless thrusting. His vast hands were practically bruising your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, hooking into you to pull you back onto his cock. His narrowed eyes would often ascend your arched spine, watching sweat glide down your skin. His dark eyes descended your spine anew, a dark purr grumbled at the base of his chest, watching his length slick into you. There was a white ring of your juices coated around the base of him, his heavy balls slapped against your slit, and the sonance of your whimpers was like music to his ears.

You were drooling, completely drunk off the bliss of his cock stuffing you full. Your head was perched on a pillow you pulled closer to your person.

Your hips bounced as his cock continued its assault, and with each bounce, your breast followed. Goku was hypnotized with the way your ass rippled from each buck of his narrow hips. Your thighs were parted, and your knees would shift, in an attempt to crawl away as the tempo of his hips fucked you quickly.

He roughly pulled you back, forcing his knees on the bed, on either side of his.

“Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!Fu—ck!” you babbled, chanting the curse word as quick as his hips were moving.

Your lips parted as thunder rumbled in the sky outside, lightning brightening the dark clouds as you cried out. Messily, his cock slipped out of you, cum spurting on your lower back and one of the cheeks of your ass. In unison, your hips twitched, cumming harshly as you squirted with a force, dampening the sheets of your bedding, pooling between your knees.

Goku jerked his hips slightly between the cheeks of your ass to get out of his rut, cum leaking from the crown of his cock.

He huffed, still holding a tight grip on you.

His chest was still rumbling as he watched his cum gradually descend your outer thigh and roll past the cheek of her ass. He felt as if he were marking his claim on you further, his purring growing louder as he licked his lips.

He barely acknowledged the dampness under you both, his hand smearing his cum on you further in satisfaction.

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Anonymous asked: obey me brothers + undateables with a s/o that's insecure of her stretch marks? specifically by the lower stomach area and a little on her thighs. thank you!

Lucifer

•He didn’t know stretch marks were a thing, nor did he know they were a thing humans were insecure about.

•He’s not the type of demon to have many relationships, so he never came across them.

•So he was a bit startled the first time he’d seen yours, and how you’d shied away from him.

•It’s your skin, there’s bound to be “imperfections”, though he wouldn’t call them that. You aren’t porcelain, no one is.

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Lucifer like to kiss your stretch marks, and he likes how you skin feels under his fingertips as he runs his hands down your body. He often greets you by hugging you from behind, kissing your temple with that sly smirk on his lips, after which his hands slide down to your stomach and squeeze lightly. Also really likes biting your thighs, gently (or roughly if that’s what you want) when he goes down on you.

Mammon

•He secretly watches get ready with me/clothes hauls/domestic life videos on deviltube, so he’s come across humans talking about stretch marks and insecurities from time to time.

•So when you pulled him aside before you all go to the beach to tell him why you won’t be wearing a bathing suit, and thus asking him to try and keep the others from asking why when you got to the beach, he already knew what you were gonna say.

•Tried to play the cool guy, hands in pockets, yeah it’s whatever act, but kinda revealed too much.

•”Yeah I get it, you’ve got stretch marks you don’t feel like showing yet, girls talk about it all the time online”.

•Cue huge blush on his cheeks and a very knowing teasing look from you.

•In the end you two goofed off enough to raise your confidence and he’d convinced you to go in at least a cute high cut one piece.

•Totally didn’t choose it so he could show off his humans legs, whhaaattt, nooo perish the thought👉🏼👈🏼.

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Mammon likes your legs the most, not to say he doesn’t like your tummy because he certainly does, but your legs are truly something else. He loves having Harrison Porter marathons with you on his couch, him sitting and leaning back against the arm rest, you laying on top of him, head on his chest and arms wrapped around his middle, legs straddling his just right so he can run his hand up and down your thigh. He likes missionary, with your legs pressed as far up as you can so he can feel your tummy and thighs on his skin as he thrusts into you.

Leviathan

•The first time he sees your stretch marks was when you two were cosplaying together.

•Your skirt hiked up a bit too high and he caught a glimpse of them. He thought you had ocean waves on your thighs. That’s what they looked like to him.

•So he asked you about them. Literally, he said “do you have waves tattooed on your thighs?” With a heavy blush on his face.

•When you confusedly asked him what he was talking about he gestured to your legs.

•When you understood what he was talking about it was your turn to blush. When you told him what they were and that you were self conscious about them he could see you were closing in on yourself.

•He grabbed your hand and told you if you didn’t want to talk about them you didn’t have to, but that he wanted you to know he thought they were pretty.

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Levi REALLY likes seeing you in more exposing clothes or cosplays, because he gets to see your stretch marks and tell you how much he loves them and how beautiful they are to him. Likes when you wear skirts or shorts and straddle and sit in his lap when he’s gaming, because he can feel the bumps and curves of your skin on his. He’s a sea serpent, and a strong swimmer, so his thighs are pretty muscle-y and sensitive. Contrary to popular belief, he wears shorts pretty often when he’s just in his room, so that makes it easier to feel you. Likes when youre on top because, though the both of you may be shy during it, he loves the feeling of your tummy and thighs jiggling when you ride him. If you’re unsure of how well you can ride him, he’ll take you missionary, because he loves seeing how you become less shy and so lewd under him. You two are always hand in hand during this as well.

Satan

•He’s one of the brothers who knew what they were, and that it was a common cause for insecurity. He’d always meant to bring it up with you once you started dating, he just never found the right time.

•The first time he saw them was when you had forgotten your uniform in his room (after having changed there for a movie night) after a shower so you ran to grab them. you didn’t expect him to be there, since he was usually at breakfast by that time but you ran inside and there he was.

•Your towel had ridden up just enough to show the smallest bit of stretch marks and he smiled. you hadn’t noticed until his hand came to cover a small laugh from his mouth and he gestured with a small “cute”.

•When you yanked it down to cover them and your face flushed red he told you it was alright, he didn’t mind seeing them, if you didn’t mind showing them. “Didn’t mind” wasnt really the right phrase, but they didn’t make him love you any less.

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Satan likes when you sit in his lap while he’s reading, legs swing over his, so his hands can rest on your legs, stroking the outside of your upper thigh. He likes to tie your hands above your head so he can see you bounce and shiver as he rocks into you.

Asmodeus

•Knew about your stretch marks the moment you started dating. When you finally confessed to him and told him you liked him he hugged you so fast and his hands kind of went everywhere. They grazed your thighs beneath your school skirt and your hands caught his very quickly.

•You tried to mask it as you just wanting to hold his hands but he knew it was because you weren’t sure whether you wanted to talk to him about that yet.

•The first time he finally saw them was when you finally agreed to a bath with him. His bath was huge, more like a hot tub, and he told you there’d be lots of bubbles, so you figured there’d be tons of bubbles to hide behind.

•But the bubbles began to pop and asmo began to pull you closer. He eventually got you to straddle him as your hands laid on his shoulders. You were hesitant, and when his hands began to slide from your hands to your thighs, you lightly stopped them.

•When he asked if you wanted to talk about it, you didn’t answer, so he started. He told you that they meant everything to him, as did every part of you, and he loved you so much. When you slowly let go of his hands and nodded he placed them on your thighs and stroked your stretch marks with his thumbs.

•The first time saw your stretch marks was also the first time you had sex, and the first time he saw you cry. When he initiated the first kiss he pulled you closer in his lap and pulled you down on his cock he told you how much he loved you and how perfect you were.

•When the tears starting falling he stopped and asked if you were ok, and when you told him they were happy tears he’d almost cried with you.

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Asmo loves every part of you, and every mark, but your tummy and arms are his favorite. He likes getting you clothes and having you dress up for him. If you’ll let him he’ll take pictures of you and if you’ll ALSO let him he’ll post about you on his devilgram. At some point he ends up making a separate devilgram just for pictures of you. (He is WHIPPED for you) He never knew he was one for slow gentle sex, but he definitely is. It’s his favorite. Loves you see you unravel and become a whiney mess beneath him. Also likes mirror sex, if it’s something you’re ok with it.

Beelzebub

•Another brother who knew what they were. He’s a very muscular guy, and with rapid muscle growth comes stretch marks, believe it or not.

•The first time he say your stretch marks was also the first time you saw his. He invited you to work out with him, or even just spot him while weight lifting. When you showed up in long sweats and a tshirt he asked if you were ok or if you were going to over heat.

•When you said you were fine and didn’t want to change, he asked if it was because of your stretch marks. Since he has his own he didn’t really think about it being a sensitive topic. When your eyes started to water a bit he quickly told you it’s ok, he has them to.

•Cue beel removing his damn shirt and flexing his muscles. “You see? Right here. You can touch em, I don’t mind.”

•Is ALWAYS willing to listen if you want to talk about them, whether the tone be good or bad.

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I don’t think beel truly has a favorite place on your body, he just loves all of you. He does like to watch how your tummy moves when you do basically anything, he just thinks you’re so cute and soft. He likes seeing your tits move with your heavy breathing as you adjust to his cock

Belphegor

•This brother really doesn’t care. His other brothers don’t either, but he’s different. Almost like he doesn’t notice them. He’ll acknowledge them if you want him to but other than that he has no “favorite spot” on you.

•He’s so nonchalant about it you can’t even remember the first time he saw them.

•If anything he likes holding you while you nap and rubbing circles into your tummy, but he did that before he knew about your stretch marks.

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There isn’t much else to note for Belphie, your stretch marks don’t change anything. He loves you and your stretch marks don’t add or subtract from that love.

Diavolo

•Diavolo LOVES your stretch marks. And I don’t mean this in a fetishy way, he’s not a guy like that, he just loves you and any part of yourself you might be insecure of, he loves twice as much for you.

•He’s also not gonna lie, he sees a future with you, definitely a long one, with babies and kids, so he knows that stretch marks come with pregnancies. And BOY does he want to see you pregnant. He won’t push it on you of course, and won’t even bring it up until/if you become Queen of Devildom alongside him.

•He loves holding you and feeling your warmth, I feel like though he is the prince of hell essentially, he has cold hands. Please warm them up.

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Diavolo’s favorite part of you is your tummy. You will definitely often find yourself in his lap as he peppers kisses all over your face in between chuckles and laughs as he tickles and pinches your tummy til you’re both out of breath. Another thing he loves about the stretch marks on your tummy is how they also are on your back as well, he likes that he can see them when he’s taking you from behind and he gets to grab handfuls of your hips.

Barbatos

•Like Belphie, Barbatos isn’t bothered my your stretch marks, theyre part of you, and he loves you, there’s not much else to it.

•Though he will not let you talk bad about yourself because of them, or any other insecurities. He will not stand for it.

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Because your stretch marks don’t affect his love for you in a negative or positive manner, he also doesn’t have a favorite part of you based on your stretch marks. If he has a favorite part of you it’d be your hands, always so warm in his own.

Simeon

•All humans, demons, and angels come in different shapes and sizes, and he sees the beauty in that. So although he gets that insecurities are common place among almost anyone, he doesn’t understand why they have to be.

•You’re his little bird, why don’t you like your differences, your variances, the things that make you you. Though he wouldn’t call what you two do together to be “sinful”, it’s definitely not completely “pure”

•WILL kiss every mark until you’re both flustered yet completely calm in each other’s embrace.

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Doesn’t have a favorite part of you, because there’s too much of you that he loves to place a preference on one part. Loves holding you close and listening to you breath, and feeling your chest and tummy move against his with every breath.

Solomon

•I wouldn’t say he’s been with MANY lovers, but he’s a damn attractive human, and a powerful sorcerer, so he’s definitely not inexperienced, so he’s seen a wide range of bodies and what they come with.

•Is more nonchalant about it than the others. If you want to talk about them he’s all ears. If you want to say that you love your stretch marks but want a bit of encouragement and love from him as well he will surely give it to you. If you want to discuss ways of decreasing the amount or hiding them, he’ll tell you you shouldn’t feel like you have to, but will help you if you really need it and if it’s what you really want.

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He loves that you and your body, but loves when you feel at home and safe with him that you can let expectations fall from your shoulders the most. He’s a very curious and experimental guy, so if you allow him, he likes to bring something new into the bedroom any chance he can get. He loves to see how your body reacts to new forms of pleasure, and how you look at him fills his heart with such pride and it’s absolutely an ego boost and a turn on.

(*Sorry that some are shorter and less descriptive than others, I was having a very hard time trying not to sound repetitive, but also not to stray from loving your body into fetishizing it, as I know weight and how it’s perceived in romantic and sexual setting is a sensitive topic for many, myself included. I hope this was good however! Writing for this many characters at once really took a lot out of me, so I hope you like it!*)

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Reaction to mc saying she's pregnant? Like they had NO idea. It's their child, maybe she hide it with magic or something and they generally couldn't tell, if that is okay! It's okay if not,

I just think it's a cute conecpt, like just pretend barbs doesn't look into the future,

Again it's okay is not! No pressure,

Wolf !

Hi, wolf! Of course it's okay! I hope you like it

they find out mc is pregnant after hiding it

-> brothers and side characters x mc (no luke)

mc's gender is not mentioned, but is pregnant, not proof read (somebody lmk if the tag is wrong)

content warnings: pregnancy, mild angst

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Lucifer

he's a little offended (??) hurt (??) that you hid it from him, were you afraid of his reaction or was he scary?

regardless, lucifer loves both you and the child to death from the moment he finds out they exist

he's going to take great care of you (though he might come off as a little overprotective)

if you are standing up for a minute too long he will let you sit down

Mammon

oh no, you were play fighting just yesterday, did he accidentally hurt you or the baby?

when those worries ebb away, mammon is so happy he's telling everyone at rad about it

yes he's sad you hid it for a long time but the happiness is way stronger than the hurt

'mc I'm gonna go to the mall to get baby's first gold bar' 'mammon the baby isn't even born yet-'

Leviathan

of course you hid it for a long time, imagine you're the child and you find out your dad is a gross otaku

you're gonna have to calm him down

it takes levi a while to warm up to the idea, but when he does he's really excited for his baby

he's going to want to read tsl to your stomach as a bedtime story (if the baby is a boy he wants to name him henry too)

Satan

satan is kind of in denial, if you were pregnant he would have known right? why didn't you say something?

he's never thought about being a father, he needs a moment to let it sink and do research on babies

but he warms up to the idea eventually, and he'll be the softest you've ever seen

satan got little children's books and those cute music boxes for when the baby comes

Asmodeus

out of everyone, asmo would me the most upset you tried to hide it

but he loves you and the baby so he forgives you soon

asmo might not know how to be a father at first, but he's willing to learn and raise the baby with you

plus he's going to want one of those maternity photoshoots, but if you don't it's okay

Beelzebub

yes he's not happy you kept it from him but baby :))

beel would do anything to make you and them happy

he's really worried you're going to get hurt though, if you're cooking together beel does not let you pick up a spatula or get close to the stove

also beel loves to hug your stomach, it's basically what he does every night now

Belphegor

he's not happy about it at first because he honestly did not want a child

but seeing you pregnant, realising you'd make a great parent, it changed his mind

belphie gets the best pillows and blankets so you can be comfortable while sleeping

if the baby is keeping you awake belphie will try to calm them down

Diavolo

he understands why you hid it from him, imagine getting pregnant with the demon prince's child- oh no are you scared?

it doesn't matter whether you are actually scared or not, diavolo will take his time to show you all is well, he's really happy to welcome his child

he took a picture of you and your cute baby bump, made it his ddd wallpaper and stares at it when he doesn't want to work

Barbatos

it took him by surprise, but barbatos can adapt quickly

he's really happy to be having a baby with you, he's ready to give you anything you need to make the pregnancy easier

do you want tea, a massage or something else? barbatos has got you

he can't wait to meet his baby, he doesn't want to use his powers and spoil it for himself

Simeon

...so that's why you could eat solomon's soup last week without getting sick

he forgives you for hiding it, surely you had a good reason

simeon loves the baby so much he sings lullabies he used to sing to luke for them already, this man's face physically softens every time he sees the baby bump

but really, maybe you should stay away from food that randomly appears in the fridge that simeon didn't make

Solomon

he's a little upset but that's okay, in all his years he's never felt this happy

he can't wait to hold his little baby for the first time

being a human too, solomon knows plenty of stuff about human pregnancy so that's great

'simeon why are you stopping me I'm just going to offer mc a sandwich I made'

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✧Rating: Smut

✧Characters: Simeon

✧Word Count: 4k

✧Summary: On one faithful evening while you and Simeon are hanging out in his room like normal, you notice the revealing clothes this supposed angel of has on. How ironic, you think. It would be a shame if… someone were to, well, run a hand over his exposed sides… maybe a finger down his lovely back… if he didn’t want to get touched, why does he keep everything out in the open, huh? Simeon has to just sit there and use all his strength he has to fight back against these impulses. What kind of angel would he be if he gave into sin? But… it’s just so tempting… Why must you be so alluring….?

Times like this really made you appreciate the life you were blessed with. You, a normal human, were sitting in the bedroom of an Angel. Not metaphorically, a literal, real-life angel. But you were pretty used to it at this point. Ever since you discovered the worlds of Devildom and the Celestial Realm, you’ve been met with otherworldly encounters with strange beings one after the other, beings humans don’t even have the mental capacity to understand. But, as Solomon always told you, you were special. Your attention suddenly snapped back to Simeon as he gently tapped your thigh.

“Is everything alright, MC?” He asks kindly.

“Yeah I'm fine, just kinda got distracted. Anyways, what were we doing?” You turn your body to the right to face him.

He chuckles, “We weren’t doing anything in particular, but I can find something for us to do if you'd like,” He stands up and walks over to the large darkwood bookcase over in the corner of his dimly lit room. As he examines them, your eyes unintentionally fall on the exposed state of his back, just barely covered by the see-through material of his robe. His muscles were so defined, like an intricately sculpted marble statue. For an angel, you would have thought he’d do his best to cover up and look presentable in a formal sense, not wear the most scanty outfit known to mankind. You giggled to yourself as he returned carrying two identical books.

“You seem rather happy about something. Wanna tell me about it?” He smiled at you while laying one of the books on your lap.

“On, it’s nothing,” you stifle another giggle and pick up the hardcover book. The title reads, If the Orchid Petals Fall, in fancy, shiny letters. The cover is decorated with numerous ivory petals, surrounding the hunched figure of an angel, its wings seemingly transforming into the flurry of petals. It was quite a beautiful cover.

“What’s this book about?” You flip it over and admire the back.

“It’s something Micheal gifted me a while back. He told me it reminded him of me for some reason, but even after reading it on my own, I still can't quite understand his reasoning,” Simeon hums as he glances over the first few pages, “I thought maybe if we read it together I could get a second opinion and decipher what he was trying to tell me.”

“I see. Reading isn’t really my thing, but this book does sound pretty interesting. I’ll give it a shot,” You flash him a smile.

“Thank you kindly, MC. I do have to warn you, Micheal has a very… Interesting choice in books, and that doesn’t exclude this one. I think it would be best if I just wait here while you read,” He scratches the back of his neck shyly.

You raise an eyebrow, “What do you mean by interesting?”

“You'll soon discover for yourself,” A faint blush dusts his cheeks. You cock your head at him and continue reading. It isn't long before you discover what Simeon was hinting at. This book seems to be dealing with some very sinful topics for having such an innocent looking cover. The angel next to you peeks over at the page you’re on and immediately looks away, his blush only getting deeper. It’s almost amusing. Could this be Micheal’s plan all along; give Simeon an inappropriate book and tell him it has some special meaning so he has no choice but to read it over and over again? What a trickster…

“Maybe it would be best if we do something else, something we both can do together?” He laughs nervously and stands up, reaching out a hand to take back the book. You quickly finish the page you were on and give it back to him. As he puts it back on the shelf, a rather exciting idea comes to you. If Micheal really was doing this to prank Simeon, it wouldn’t hurt taking part, would it? He reaches up to the top shelf to insert the books in their rightful place, unknowingly flexing his back muscles all for your enjoyment. With a devious smirk, you slowly stalk up to him and run a light finger down the middle of his spine. A large shiver runs down his back as he releases a small gasp.

His head whips around to face you, “W-What was that for?”

“Hehehe, my bad. It was an accident,” you shrug it off.

“That didn’t seem like an accident,” he narrows his eyes and turns around to face you, “Are you playing some sort of prank on me?”

“Of course not, who do you take me for? Mammon?” You cross your arms confidently. Your eyes wander over his body, soon locking onto the small side windows his shirt can’t seem to cover up. He follows your eyes and tilts his head curiously.

“I gotta question, Simeon…” you slowly inch closer, causing him to inch back and lean against the bookcase, “Why do angels like to wear such immodest clothes?”

“That seems rather inappropriate, don’t you think?” He chuckles softly and looks away, unable to meet your determined gaze. He felt almost helpless.

“It’s an honest question. You and Raphael both seem to wear clothes that I thought were unbefitting of an Angel. Don’t you get in trouble or is it normal for an Angel to wear very little?” You lean closer to his ear, making his body twitch slightly.

“Well uh… it’s kind of a sign of purity for us angels to wear outfits that might be seen as… um… revealing. It’s not something I usually mind, to be honest, it’s a lot more comfortable than wearing large amounts of bulky clothes,” he smiles, sweating nervously.

“I see… I guess that makes sense. But it kinda leaves you a bit vulnerable, doesn’t it? What if someone came around and… did something like this,” you finally rest your hands on his tantalizing waist, causing him to let out a small, surprised gasp. He tried to flinch away from your touch, but you stayed persistent. That’s as until he peeled your soft hands off of him and held them on his own.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you but I can’t really allow you to t-touch me there,” he looks at you apologetically.

“And why not?” You whine, looking back to his gorgeously exposed skin.

“Because I’m an Angel. I’m not really allowed to engage in such private acts like that. It’s… uh…” his voice trails off as your hands slip out of his grasp and cup his face. It feels very warm, obviously caused by the wide blush on his cheeks.

“Come on, Simeon. Do you think I don’t see the blush you’re trying to ignore? You like this, don’t you?” You tease and rub your thumbs over his cheeks.

“I-it doesn’t really matter if I like it or not, it’s not allowed. In order to represent the goodwills of the celestial realm, all angels, no matter their rank, have to abide by the same rules. It’s our law,” his voice almost makes it sound like he’s begging you.

“But it’s just a small touch to your waist. Why is that so prohibited?” Your hands somehow find their way back to his sensitive sides, making him shiver yet again, “I’ve hugged you here many times before, why is this any different?”

“B-because this obviously is way different than a hug, this is… this is… this is dangerous,” he bites his lip and grabs your wrists to pull your hands away yet again.

“Why is it so dangerous? It’s just a touch~,” you whisper teasingly in his ear.

“You know what you’re doing. I told you, you can’t do this, it’s… ah…” he freezes as a small moan leaves him. Did he… did he really just? You smirk sinisterly, “Oh?~ what was that noise for?”

“I-it was nothing, now please, let go of me,” he tries even harder to get your teasing hands off his body, but it’s clearly unsuccessful. He gets more and more frantic as your fingers inch up his body.

“Ah! P-please, you can’t do this, if the higher ups find out I gave into something frivolous like this, I’ll get in so much trouble,” he begs and squirms under your touch. It felt so wrong, so clearly wrong. A pure angel like him being touched in such a risqué way like this, he had to do something before he made an even worse mistake.

Suddenly, you feel your hands yanked off his body as he darts out from the vulnerable position against the bookcase in a symphony of fluttering feathers. You look over to your left to see a very flustered Simeon racing for the door.

“Simeon, I wouldn't do that if I were you. If anyone else sees you like that, you’ll ask questions. And besides, I know you’ve got to be at least curious,” you state quickly in hopes to catch him in time before he escapes. He freezes yet again, you were clearly right. His breathing was ragged, his cheeks were stained wine red, his pupils were dilated. The only thing he could do was try to escape but risk bumping into someone else, or stay here with you and risk falling into your advances. But… your advances… Even though he knew it’s dangerous, he seemed rather intrigued. He weighs his options and reluctantly lets go of the door handle.

“Just… don’t go around telling any of the others about this. I don’t want to lose my position,” he sighs as he walks over to the couch and sits down.

“Fine with me. This can just stay between us,” you smile sweetly and rest a hand against his thigh. It was pretty exhilarating thinking that you’ll be this Angel’s first taste of something sinful. He looks at you with fearfully innocent eyes as you shift over onto his lap. You were so close, he swears he could almost feel your heartbeat. As your hands found purchase on his waist yet again, his mind called out to him. This was clearly wrong, clearly inappropriate for an Angel like him. He was supposed to be a being above desires and vices, he was supposed to set an example for humans and angels alike. Maybe, just maybe if he held out a bit longer, he could find another opening to escape. He could quickly run out of the door and hide out in the kitchen for a while until his aroused body finally calmed down. Yes, that’s just what he will do-

His thoughts dissolved like melted butter as your sinful fingers slid under his skin tight black shirt and by the gods did it set his souls alight. His breathing picked up as a whimper escaped his lips.

“Wha.. what… are you…” he could barely stammer out a complete sentence as your fingers inched further and further up. He looked completely dazed, biting his lip, eyes unforced, chest heaving. It was absolutely gorgeous.

“Oh? Has the pure angel Simeon lost the ability to speak already? Too lost in the feelings of desire?” You teased him. So cruel, worse than cruel; he was helpless and vulnerable under you and you were enjoying it. He felt weak, like such a weak angel for allowing a human to come onto him like this and even go so far as to enjoy it. His body was sending mixed messages to him, to both run away and give in at the same time.

“Ngh,” he gasps as he realizes how dangerously close your fingertips were getting to his chest. No, no no he can’t let this happen. If you touch him there, there’s absolutely no way he’s going to be able to fight back. His trembling hands try to reach up for your wrists.

“Please… don’t.. n-not there…” he begged with an airy voice.

“Shhhh pretty angel, just relax. There’s no use fighting this, just let me show you the world of pleasure you’ve been missing out on,” you smirk down at him, causing him to gulp nervously. Pleasure? H-he can’t, he can’t give in to one of the major deadly sins like pleasure. He has to be strong, for him, for his friends, for every being in the celestial realm.

He whines and tries to squirm free, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Can't give into this, I’m an Angel, I’m an Angel, I’m an…” his eyes almost roll back as the pads of your fingers finally reach his delicate chest, gently swiping over his nipples. An elicit moan finally leaves his mouth as his brain turns to mush.

“See? Isn’t it good?” You coo and cup the expanses of his chest. Is this really what he’s been fighting against for oh how many years? This feeling… it’s euphoric… so strangely euphoric, like nothing this poor angel has ever felt. Why does it feel so good? It’s just his chest. Another louder whiny moan escapes him as you press harder.

“You really haven’t been touched anywhere like here before, have you? Have you been fighting it back or have you just never felt the urge to have these places touched?” You whisper vulgarly in his ear.

“Angels… are supposed… to suppress these feelings… never give in… or else it’s a sin…” he explains in between heavy breaths, “When I… would feel… like touching… I… would just read a book… until it goes away…”

“Aw, that sounds so annoying. Have you been close to giving in before?” You smirk as you give a small squeeze to his chest, delighted as the moan you're gifted with.

“Nghhh... hah… mhm. I’ve gotten… close… on days where uh… uh…” he stammers, looking away shyly.

“Come on, if you tell me the truth, I’ll reward you?” You coo to him. Reward…? That sounds interesting.

“Well uh… on days where I would feel… especially p-pent up, I… I would… sometimes have thoughts… of… someone… helping me with it…” he admits, clearly ashamed of himself for having such fantasies as an Angel.

“Ohhh?~ So you fantasize about someone coming along and relieving you of your impure urges?~” You hum fondly, a spark of excitement enters your mind. Could it be possible he had a…

“Would you like to tell me more about this particular idea?” You ask sweetly, rolling his hardened nipples in between your fingers.

“Aghh… hah… that feels… ah, a-anyways, it’s not really something I think I should say out loud. It’s rather… profane…” he mumbled with embarrassment. What kind of angel was he, being groped by a human and telling them his dirty fantasies? It’s so wrong but… something about the wrongness of it all causes him to twitch desperately in his tight slacks. Your eyes widen as you feel the twitch and press right against your backside.

“Hehehe, you’re a dirtier angel than I thought,” you tease as you squeeze his nipples, “Don’t tell me you like being touched like this? Does it excite you?” You tease as you give his nipples a light squeeze. His eyes shut tight as he whines.

“Mmm… I wonder. You’ve had your chances to escape and you’re definitely capable enough to overpower me, yet here you are, laying still as I taint your pure body. Why could that be…” you faint a curious expression as you tease the poor angel even further. You're pretty sure you know the reason why, but using the truth against him to exploit him a little more is far more interesting. You press your thumbs harshly against his nipples.

“Aghhhhh.. p-please…” he has no idea if he’s begging for you to be gentle or rougher.

“I think I’ll just let actions speak louder than words~” you smirk devilishly as you finally give an experimental grind of your hips down onto his aching erection. Simeon feels every nerve in his body light on fire with a burning passion, releasing an embarrassing loud moan as he grasps your waist. Your smirk widens as his lovely reaction; it was everything you could have hoped it would be. Desires of lust surge through his body, all the temptations he's resisted for millennia return to him full force to leave his poor, desperate body aching for relief.

“Mmmm someone’s pent up, look at how hard you are,” one of your hands sneaks down to pull down his white pants and expose his throbbing dick. He groans, it’s so fucking hard and leaking everywhere, it’s so embarrassing.

“You've been trying to resist it for so long, what would happen if I…” you sinisterly brush a finger over the tip as it twitches even harder.

“Aaghh… ahhh…” He moans.

“Oh? Did that feel good?” He coo.

“Ahhah… ahhh… y-yeah… d-damn… I can’t believe… this is happening…” he internally curses himself for falling victim to you. He watches weakly as your hand wraps around it and starts pumping him slowly. This feeling, oh gods, this feeling is something he’s dreamed about for so long. He knew he shouldn’t but having to ignore it for so long has put some rather perverted thoughts in his mind. And all those daydreams and fantasies were finally coming true. He couldn’t hide the goofy smile on his face as your hand squeezes harder.

“Hehehe~ I guess instead of fantasizing about an unknown face helping you with your urges, it will be my face instead,” you cooed, greeted with a deep groan in response.

“Oh? You like that? Like it when I say you’ll only be able to think of me and this moment from now on?” You chuckle as his hips jump up to catch your strokes. He nods, completely lost in the pleasure.

“Am I going to make you obsessed? Is that what it is?” You move your panties to the side as soon as his head leans back.

“Yeah… ahh… ah! Aghh?! W-wait, is that your?” He whines loudly as your dripping, gorgeous pussy rubs over his tip. He hates to say the lords name in vain but god fucking damn it… it felt so, so good. He wants to push in, he wants to feel it squeeze, he desperately wants to go in. His poor, one pure mind is only filled with thoughts and urges to sink his aching dick into your mouth-wateringly tight and wet pussy. He wants it, so, so bad, please, please give it to him. He doesn’t care what happens, he needs it too bad. And as soon as you grant his wishes and sit down on him, he keens. His nails dig into your hips as he thrusts into you like a desperate animal in rut. He doesn’t even know fully what he’s doing, he just needs to fuck, more than anything this world has to offer.

“Aghhh someone’s being eager, couldn’t even wait Ahh, a little bit longer. Aghh you’re so big… aghhh, just keep going,” you wrap your arms around his neck and ride his dick with all the strength you’ve been holding back, lifting your body up and sliding back down.

“Nghh- Hahh, Aaghhhh!!~” Simeon moans in between sobs and heavy pants, flipping you over so your face presses into the velvety couch and your ass is raised right into the air. You look so alluring, so vulnerable like that… he can’t control himself as he mounts you and pushes his twitching cock into your quivering pussy. He sobs and cries as he clings to your hips. Even if this stopped for just a second he thinks he might die. It’s just so good, so tight, so warm. He just needs more, more, more, he can’t help himself anymore.

“Aghhh please please please, I can’t stop, can’t stop!!~” he cries out as he goes impossibly faster, making your eyes roll back as he fucks right against your cervix. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he pushed in further and further, losing the last remaining traces of purity.

“I’m sorry… aghhhhh I-I’m sor… sorryyy… aghhhh!~” His voice cracks as he humps your pussy faster and faster, toes curling each time it squeezes around him. Could this be the message the book was trying to give him? What kind of message even was this? He doesn’t even know anymore, all he knows is he needs to keep thrusting into you until his desires finally relax.

Little did he know this was just the start of it all. He realized it as soon as his hot cum stained the walls of your cunt. This wouldn't be enough for him. It would never be enough. He fucked you over and over and over again, on almost every since surface he could find in his room, trying to relieve the prominent desire that itched just below his skin. He just couldn’t stop, the poor angel was completely enthralled by you, he just couldn’t control it. As your blurry eyes, aching with tears looked back up at the once sweet face that would always smile back at you, you instead saw a darkened, lustful face staring back at you with new light green and black horns standing proudly on his head and a pair of jet black feathered wings fluttering behind him. Maybe playing a prank on him wasn’t such a good idea, you thought to yourself as you felt his dick growing inside of you.

“Aghhh… so good… never… gonna stop…” He heaved as he squeezed your hips harder.

But you gotta admit, it felt good as hell. Its length stretched you out so well, reaching the deepest parts of your pussy your fingers could only dream of touching. You couldn’t stop cumming, over and over again, you were honestly beginning to lose consciousness.

In your delirious state of ecstasy, you pick up on the slight turning of the door handle out of the corner of your eye. On the other side of the door, Solomon was mere seconds away from walking in on an angel falling victim to sin.

“S-Simeo- aghhh simeon t-the d- nghh the door!!” You stammer out between strained moans but it’s already too late.

“N-ngh?” Simeon’s head snapped over to the white haired man that entered the room. His wings immediately wrapped around the two of you to block your leaking bodies from the intruder's view. His scared, sharp eyes peeled from in between his feathers as they ruffled in intimation, releasing a soft growl. Yet through all of this he kept up the same back breaking pace against you poor, abused pussy.

“Uhhhhh… is this a bad time?” Solomon snickered bashfully as a sweltering dark aura surrounded him. In retaliation, a blinding light radiated from Simeon’s eyes and glittering white feathers circled around him. You whined nervously at the impending fight that seemed ready to explode at any second, till suddenly, in a flash of dark red and pink energy, Simeon was wrapped tightly in thorny, blood tinted vines. He groaned in pain before his thrusts came to a halt and his head slumped over.

“Phew, that could have gone a whole lot worse. I have no clue what you two were doing in here and I don’t think I wanna ask. Hope it was fun though,” he started walking back out the door, “Oh, one thing. Because of the magic I used, he might be a bit… ‘excited’ when he wakes up. Just give him a good ‘release’ and he’ll knock right out. When he wakes up again he'll be right back to normal. Good luck, my pupil~” he gave a delightful wave before leaving you all alone with the problem you created. With a shiver you gently tried to cup his cheek, only to jump back at the bright pink eyes that flashed open. He easily ripped apart the vines and smirked at you with a look of pure dominance, a look in pure contrast to the sweet smiles he used to give you.

His voice came out as a low growl, “You… look… delicious. I… need you… so fucking bad right now…” a terrifying shiver shook your body in place.

As Solomon blissfully skipped down the hallway with his hands in his pockets, he chuckled to himself when he heard your screams of fear and pleasure rattling the walls.

“Hehe, those two must be having fun. Maybe I’ll get to join them next time~”

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[writingfool001]

Why Aren't You Scared of Me?

Author’s Note:   I had some trouble, but figured something out for each character. Pairing: Idia, Azul, & Malleus x Female! Reader   Warning: Female Reader & Established Relationship

You both were working together in Alchemy class and were making a truth potion which you volunteered to test the effectiveness of the potion itself. He had to ask standard questions then ask the one question of their choice.   

You trusted that your boyfriend and you made the potion correctly, hardly anything to worry about. Once the entire class was finished, everyone was testing their attempts with their partners. There were some difficulties and hiccups. You look down nervously at the small vial before exhaling then drink it all in one go. Both of you waited for a couple of minutes before he started to ask you each question which you were magically forced to answer honestly. He got to the final question and nervously looked at you before asking,  

“Why aren't you scared of me?”  

“Your beauty never ever scared me.”  

Azul  

He sputters a bit before clearing his throat, trying to collect himself and give you a bewildered expression. He was frozen as he processed what you told him. You weren’t scared of him because you thought...he was beautiful. 

“How could you possibly say that?” 

“The potion has me telling you the truth. You asked a question, and I answered it,” you said, finishing up the remainder of the assignment before looking back at him. “Or are you doubting your skillful potion making?” 

He blushed with his eyes widened before taking the paper and the sealed vial away, leaving you to chuckle over how cute he was being. He calmed himself and straightened his appearance before turning the assignment in. You held his bag out to him before you both left, walking down the semi-crowded hallway. 

“I hope you’ll never forget how much I adore you.” He whispered, watching you out of the corner of his eye. 

Malleus  

His eyes widened before a soft smile appeared on his face as well as a slight blush.   

"Quite a bold statement, my dear." 

"It's the truth!" You tell him, laughing at his reaction. 

"I don't doubt you, I just wanted to double check." 

Once you both turned in your assignment, you both headed back to Diasomnia and Malleus was staring at your hand. Noticing his behavior, you asked him what was on his mind. 

"I'm thinking of which ring would look stunning on you." 

Idia  

He let out a small peep as his hair turned to a slight pinkish tone as his face reddened. He would assume you were joking or talking about someone else, but it was the potion that was helping. As he was still collecting himself, you turned in your assignment before taking Idia's hand then headed back to his room. 

"Are you sure you're not scared of me?" 

"Nope, I love you so much." 

You both got back to his room and cuddled a bit while watching something. He looked down at you before cuddling closer, cherishing your warmth and presence. 

[sweetlikehny-archived]

Can I get a face sitting with Lucifer and female mc??

kink prompt ask game!

Lucifer says bon appetit 😋 🍽

CW: NSFW (minors DNI), AFAB reader, mentions of pussy and clit, language, a bit of overstimulation? (Luci can’t get enough 😳)

You believe Lucifer to be an organized person.

No matter the situation, he’s always been a neat , orderly conducted person. Well put together, in control of everything- nothing expected less from the Avatar of Pride.

So it always surprised you when you got to see his control unravel, and his true urges take over- but you couldn’t help but be a little…hesitant.

“Are you sure Luci?”

“Why would I not be?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow as he kneaded your hips, ruby colored nails lazily rubbing circles on your skin.

“I don’t know…I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable-“

“Darling, how would you be making me uncomfortable if I’m the one that requested this?” Lucifer then leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, eyes half lidded as he softly held your cheek. “Do you not want this?”

“I-I do.” You felt a bit of warmth spread throughout your body.

“Then relax my love, and let me take care of you.”

With that, Lucifer laid down below you, and slowly brought your form towards him. Your breath caught when you felt him kiss your slit, body jolting as he chuckled beneath you.

“Nngh- Luci- ah!” You moaned when you felt him lick your clit, soon giving it a suck before his tongue entered inside you, his arms tightening and pulling you in closer.

You covered your face with your arms, lips parted in a silent scream as Lucifer continued, the sounds of slurping filling the air. Your hips bucked against his tongue, crying out as it went even deeper inside- any restraint either of you had before was gone, his pace quickening as you felt yourself growing closer to the edge.

“F-fuck Lucifer! Don’t stop, don’t stop-“ you begged, toes curling and eyes crossed as you felt him give your clit another harsh suck that left you crying out. You couldn’t focus- had his tongue always been that long- and you practically squealed when he moaned, the sensation sending constant shivers of pleasure down your spine.

Lucifer didn’t let up, even encouraged to go faster as your whines grew louder, bouncing and riding his face as you finally felt the warmth boiling in your stomach spill over,

“I’m cumming!”

Your eyes rolled back as you became undone, body convulsing as you rode out your high, hips bucking involuntary against Lucifer’s face. You whimpered as he held you tight, drinking in your release and only letting go after he had his fill. Your thighs quivered in overstimulation, whining when he left a parting kiss on your slit.

You fell forward, panting and body twitching from the aftershocks, mind left reeling as Lucifer sat up and licked at his lips, smirking. “Mm, delicious.”

You were a bit embarrassed by his words, and you went to hide your face in the pillow- but he already stole it away before you got the chance, always the sadistic one. “There’s no need to hide- did you enjoy yourself?”

“Ye-yes, I did.”

“Good. I told you there was nothing to be concerned about.” His smile was genuine and his words were truthful, but there was something about it that still had you a bit on edge- like an underlying sense of…danger? Not life-threatening, but-

You gasped when you felt his fingers prod at your pussy once more, brushing your clit and chuckling at your reaction. His smile soon turned into a smirk, eyes growing darker, “Now then, let’s continue, yes?”

Judging by how strained his pants were, it seemed like he didn’t want to waste another moment.

“The night is far from over.”

[random-twst-things]

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is because you’re not going to like it

Leona: Just rip the bandage off.

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: It’s Malleus...

Leona: Put the bandage back on.

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*Malleus who somehow heard the conversation trying to seduce (rizz) Mc/Y/N/Yuu* (Malleus Rizzconia)

(("Malleus Rizzconia" the name was inspired by @liliafucker !!))

[hetalia-pol]

Mammon getting ready to finger afab MC for the first time

Mammon, smirking: already wet from just a few touches, huh?

MC: no that's my discharge

[another-lost-mc]

A Good Morning

LUCIFER x afab!Reader 1.3k words | NSFW | Some Sexual Content | Mostly Fluff and Silliness A/N: This is attempt #1 to cope with the release of Nightbringer. I woke up feeling very sad after playing through the first couple lessons last night, so I wrote this to cheer myself up. obey me! masterlist

When you wake up, there’s an arm thrown over your waist and warm breath ghosting across back of your neck. The sheets are silky and cool, and you’re enveloped in the comforting scent of him.

It’s still early in the morning and you stifle your yawn so you don't wake him. Your alarm hasn’t gone off yet, but it will soon. You stretch your arm so you can try to reach the D.D.D. on the nightstand, but he adjusts his position slightly and moves closer, trying to mold his body against yours.

“Too early,” the sleep-thickened voice rumbles behind you. “Go back to sleep.”

Lucifer never was a morning demon. You smile and keep trying to reach for your phone even as his grip on you tightens. “I was going to get up and make us some coffee.”

The demon behind you murmurs something indecipherable into your shoulder and says nothing else, his soft snores filling the empty silence.

You arch your back into a lazy stretch, but you bite your lip when your ass brushes against a familiar hardness. 

Perhaps this will wake him up.

You wiggle your hips and pretend to stretch again, making sure to grind with the slightest bit of pressure against his cock. He grunts, and you bat your eyelashes innocently over your shoulder when you feel his gaze on you.

His eyes are still a bit hazy, but specks of ruby-red glitter like jewels when they catch the candlelight in his room. “Do you think teasing me so early in the morning is wise?” he warns you, his voice thick with sleep as he nuzzles against your neck. His teeth nip the column of your throat and he hums when you tilt your head back to give him more room. He slides his hand across your belly and holds your hip, preventing you from grinding against him again.

It's amazing how quickly he catches onto your game and uses your own tricks against you. Your cheeks grow warm, but there’s a familiar sensation deep inside you that craves him now. You can’t help but glance at him over your shoulder and hope he knows what you’re silently asking for. Even after all this time together, you still get shy sometimes.

You can't see his face very well from this angle, but you glimpse the teasing tilt to his lips and know it doesn’t bode well for you. His fingers slide down your body and across the top of your thigh before he reaches the mound between your legs.

“Didn’t I satisfy you enough last night?” he murmurs before kissing your neck and nosing his way up to your jaw. He sucks the sensitive patch of skin under your ear and flicks the lobe with his tongue. He grins devilishly when you shudder in his arms.

Oh, he's definitely awake now.

“I always want you,” you whine softly, and maybe you wouldn’t be as honest - or sound so needy - if his hand wasn’t exploring you lazily, his long fingers teasing apart your folds and spreading the wet slick gathered between them. He circles your clit with feather-light pressure that’s nowhere near enough to satiate you, and you lean back against his chest in a silent plea for more.

You might’ve started this little game, but it feels like you’ve already lost and he's barely touched you. You squirm in his arms and try to coax his fingers where you want them, searching for even more delicious friction, but he keeps you still.

He’s teasing both of you when he starts grinding against you, his cock hard and heavy between your bodies. You manage to reach back behind you and grasp his cock clumsily in your palm, and you tighten your fist around him just enough to pump his cock. Your grip isn't perfect, but it works - his breath hitches, and there’s a familiar rumble deep in his chest. It's the calm before the storm.

You brush your thumb over the tip of his cock to smooth the fluid already gathering there, and it's like he's frozen in place when you bring your thumb to your mouth and suck it between those perfect lips of yours.

His dark eyes drink you in, and you raise an eyebrow as if to say, your turn. He doesn't move for a moment, but then the world seems to spin and suddenly you’re on your back. You’re caged underneath him, and there’s a canopy of darkness spreading behind him as his wings unfurl and snap open wide.

You can't see anything but him. There’s pools of black-red ink swirling in his eyes and any thoughts of going back to sleep have long since been forgotten. He’s settled comfortably between your thighs and he uses his hands to push them apart even wider, and he smirks when the tip of his cock nestles between your folds. He slides his cock against you, teasing your entrance before pulling back and savoring the moans that fall from your lips each time he does it.

You're soaking now and his cock glides smoothly in that warm, soft place that's his and his alone. You whimper when his cock catches on your clit and you're desperate for him, the same way he's hungry for you. You lift your legs around his waist to help guide him inside when he positions himself above you on his forearms–

The alarm on your D.D.D. starts blaring, some upbeat song from an anime you and Levi have been watching. The interruption catches you off-guard, and you both fumble awkwardly in surprise. He startles so badly he has to brace himself before he collapses on top of you, and your legs slide off his hips and fall limp onto the bed.

Lucifer drops his head against your shoulder and groans in frustration while you tilt your head back against the pillow and laugh. He can’t help the smile creeping onto his face at the ridiculousness of it all, and he chuckles quietly too. 

“I wanted to turn that off earlier, but someone wouldn’t let me,” you chide him teasingly when you run your hands through his hair. His horns and wings have vanished as quickly as they appeared, and if it weren’t for the sickeningly sweet hint of love in his eyes, you’d almost believe the glare he shoots you is serious.

“Don’t remind me,” he grumbles before kissing your cheek and rolling off you now that the moment between you is over - for now.

He wants to be annoyed, but all he can feel is fondness when he watches you shuffle clumsily over to the side of the bed and reach for your phone. The awful racket ends abruptly, and you wave your phone triumphantly in the air like you’ve just won some epic battle. He’ll never understand how you can be so adorable doing the simplest things.

“You can make it up to me later,” you suggest with a smile, but then you squeak in surprise when his arms shoot towards you and he tries to grab your waist. You giggle and slide off the mattress, dancing away from his half-hearted attempt to pull you back to bed. 

It might not be the game you wanted to play with him this morning, but these silly moments are just as precious to you (and to him).

He sighs (loudly, and dramatically) when he rolls over and stands up. He slips on his housecoat and pads across the room to join you just as you put on a nightgown of your own. He kisses your forehead and pulls you into a hug, the last bit of intimacy you’ll be able to share together before his brothers and the rest of the world demand your attention. 

“So long as you promise to change that awful alarm music,” he suggests almost too casually, with a smile so fake it practically screams, or so help me, I’ll destroy that phone of yours myself.

Your response is one last kiss, your sweet smile pressed against his own, before you both begin preparations for the day ahead.

[minteyeddevil]

“Ease”

Lucifer x Afab!MC, Smut.

“You know you can back out at any time if you want to.”

He gave a wide smirk, using it to hide his nervousness behind it; though he would never admit that. “Might not be the best idea to back out now, considering you already have me on my back, MC.”

Lucifer was splayed out before you, his arms resting behind his head, while you were set between his legs. The fact that he actually agreed to be in this position astounded you; he wasn’t lying when he said he was willing to try about anything you wished, when you wished for it.

Being the Avatar of Pride, he literally prided himself on never bowing down to the whims of anyone he felt was below him; but with the amount of love he held for you, you were surely a different case.

You smiled to yourself, heart beaming that he trusted you as such.

You ran your hands up and down his thighs, feeling them tense underneath your touch. At the apex of his thighs sat his cock, half hard and leaning against his lower stomach, and your hands slowly came up to cup him. You gave him a few small pumps, eliciting a deep groan from him as his cock fully hardened at your touch.

Once satisfied that he was worked up enough that way, you scooted back to grab up the bottle of lubricant you had brought, and placed a generous amount in your palm, coating the silicon member protruding from the harness you were now wearing. You put some extra lubricant on two of your fingers, and scooted closer to him, looking up towards his face before going any further.

“Are you ready for this part?” you asked softly, your other hand gently rubbing his thigh.

Ever the confident one, he nodded; though it was not lost on you that he sucked in a slight breath when your hand moved down. You brought your fingers to his puckered entrance, gently drawing circles. He winced away at first, but with your coaxing, he was able to relax, and allow you to press a finger into him, curling it ever so slightly to begin stretching him. A second finger soon followed and you began to move your fingers in a ‘V’ motion, helping to stretch him further. You pressed in a bit deeper and his breath hitched when you came in contact with something a bit solid and gummy.

Another sharp intake of breath was his response, but he attempted to cover it with a clearing of his throat.

“Found it,” you teased, and despite being breathless from your work, he rolled his eyes at you, giving a deep chuckle.

“Well get it to,” he growled out and you simply smirked at him, pulling your fingers away from his entrance and replaced them with the silicon toy.

“And you call me impatient.”

Another chuckle left him, but the retort in his throat merged into a groan as you slowly began pressing the member into him. He tensed at the intrusion, and you soothed him with a hand on his thigh, the other massaging the tense muscle of his stomach, trying to get him to relax. He sighed through his nose and allowed himself to relax a bit, giving you a small nod to continue.

Once you were pressed into the hilt, a hiss left him through gritted teeth and he bucked his hips almost of their own accord. You figured the tip must be pressed against that sensitive spot of his, and you gave a small roll of your hips.

He groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillow, his hips pressing back against your own this time. You continued to move your hips slowly, until you felt his hands gripping your knees.

“Go…go faster…” he whined.

Lucifer…whining?

You gave a small moan of your own at the sound and picked up the pace of your hips. Your hands cupped the back of his thighs, lifting him a bit to adjust the angle, making sure the tip was hitting his prostate directly. He gritted his teeth at the sensation, fighting to hold in the moans that threatened to escape him.

“Let me hear you,” you moaned, hips speeding up further.

He swallowed once more and let out a low groan that dissolved into a growl as he gripped at the bed sheets beneath him. You released one of his legs to free your hand, and wrap it tightly around his cock, pumping it in time with your thrusts.

“Fuck,” he hissed lowly, almost inaudibly, hips bucking more as you continued to fuck him. You took in his black hair clinging to his forehead, chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath; he was absolutely gorgeous.

You teased his tip with each pump, pressing flush against him so that the tip was snug against his prostate. The closer he seemed to get, the more you noticed the change in him, as onyx horns began to sprout from the top of his head, and black feathers spread out around you. His wings seemed to enshrouded you as he legs wrapped around you of their own accord, pulling you as possibly close as he could get you.

He was so close. So very close. And you helped by changing your angle, hitting that sweet spot over and over again, making the Avatar of Pride see white.

He let out a deep growl as he came, long white ropes painting his stomach and chest. You continued to milk him through his high, until he was sated, and slowly pulled from him to allow him to relax back on the bed.

You climbed from the bed and walked into the bathroom, removing the harness and returning with a warm towel to clean him up with. He gave a small whine, yet again covering it with a clearing of his throat, when you moved him so his back was pressed to your chest, cuddling him close.

“No need to coddle me. I am perfectly-”

“Oh hush. Let me have this,“ you teased, leaning close to plant a kiss to his temple.

He huffed in mock annoyance, but let his wings rest against you as you held him. He would never admit it, but being the little spoon was definitely something he found himself enjoying.

“I see why you enjoy taking me in that position so much,” you teased openly, making hm turn his head to grimace at you. But he simply huffed and turned in your arms, a hand coming up to cup your cheek as he smirked down at you.

“Oh, I intend to show you why I enjoy it and so much more. So best prepare yourself for round to, where I take the lead.”

[anikasheep]

Replaced MC AU

Warnings: afab mc, chubby mc, short mc.

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When Diavolo announced that the new human exchange student would come.

After hearing about the arrival of a new human exchange student, MC is looking forward to making new friends.

Whether they are regular humans, witches, or warlocks, the MCs want to maintain friendly communication with each other.

Of course, they won't force each other, they just want to help them not to be lost in the magic world as they were at the beginning.

The seven brothers have mixed emotions at the beginning on the contrary, they might look forward to new humans under the MC's influence, but after seeing the MC's reaction, they don't want the MC's attention to be completely drawn away from them.

If the new human attracts the brothers.

Asmo is probably the first one to be friendly to the new lamb. He has the ability to see the beauty inside a person and he would be the bridge between his brothers and the new student. But if the new student thought that Asmo would trust them so easily, then they were wrong. Asmo is picky and he knows only MC and his brothers would love him no matter what. Since he’s the queen of gossip, he’d know the moment if the new student dared to say some misinformation about MC. No one could hurt or slander the second most beautiful creature in the three worlds under his watch.

Levi would be the second one since he actually has the urge to meet new people. However, he would be struggling because he felt guilt for betraying MC unless MC could comfort him that it’s not betraying and he’s just gonna have a new friend not replace them for the new student. But this sensitive and shy boy would remind himself that he can’t let MC feel they’re neglected. The Lord of Shadow wouldn’t forget and neglect Henry even though he has a new friend, and so does he.

The twins might be the third ones if the new exchange student is kind enough to give Beel some delicious food or be nice to sleepy Belphie. But they won’t give their trust credits soon, the twins would show their friendly but it’s not because they trust the student or like them already. They still need more time to ensure that this human wouldn’t threaten their family. It’s hard for the twins to replace MC with the new human unless they’re Lilith, but even though the new human is Lilith herself, the twins make sure that they enjoy MC and Lilith’s company. Beel and Belphie wouldn’t waste the chances with both of their favorite humans and they believe that MC are irreplaceable.

Mammon is proud of himself that he’s MC’s first demon. He’s greedy so he would be hostile to the new student and assumed that the human is trying to steal MC’s attention. He’d love to see if other brothers have less time with MC. He’d tried to threaten the new student for money and be scolded by Lucifer. He only hangs out with the new student sometimes when they ask him nicely or for goods. He might start thinking the new human is not bad but the intimacy level wouldn’t be higher than Luke. You better believe that you and Mammon belong to each other or this sweet idiot demon would cry, MC.

Satan though would be the SECOND one to act nice to the new human, but that is just all for polite and act. It’s hard to earn his trust, even though the new human also loves cats so much, the trust wouldn’t be the same as he trusts you. Still, would try to pull the new student to join the ANTI-Lucifer League. He knows the pain and the wrath when your whole being vanishes and only exists for someone’s replacement. You’re one and only, MC. He would remind you every single day if you forget that.

As the Avatar of Pride and the eldest, Lucifer who’s the last to trust the new student is predictable. Of course, he would supervise that his siblings wouldn’t harm the new fragile student or be harmed if the new student is a witch or a powerful sorcerer. He wouldn’t tolerate some mere human toy with his brothers and try to tear his family apart. Like Mammon, he is secretly glad that if you have more time alone, you’ll spend more time with him. If you feel lonely, the door of his room is always open for you, MC. And don’t assume that he’d easily replace you for some human, you’re one of his family members and that’s decided in his heart even before he knew you’re related to Lilith. It’s what you’ve done for them and your kindness makes you a family, not just some bloodlines. And he won’t let anyone forget that, not even you.