#demon!sly

[catkindness]

✨ everyone is dumb ✨

[ovalitana]

omg I fell in love with this couple let the old people live quietly on the outskirts of the city, drinking tea and listening to jazz

[colourstreakgryffin]

Bartender! Iguro Obanai

A new bartender? You internally asked yourself as you elegantly walked up to all-so-familiar bar-counter and sat down on the nearby clean cushioned barstool, flipping a leg over the other whilst your heel tapped against the base of your tall stilettos, waiting for this unrecognisable employee to serve you

Single and lonely is something you have become use to. So to try satisfy your infernal boredom, you begun spending weekend nights at the nearby bar to try have a better time as recovery from finishing your stale teaching job. You’ve never found drinking all that enjoyable, but ever since you decided to be more adventurous, you became a frequent customer of the bar and ordering as many drinks as you wish, not caring about the alcohol in them

Your eyes locked curiously on the new bartender, back faced to you. You were beyond use to Dale, a older sweet soul who stirred up random conversations with you after he served each new customer, alongside you. You saw him like a second father in no time and you wouldn’t deny that you miss him, the second you realise he didn’t work at the street bar anymore. When he finally turned around, your body felt like it was boiling like a kettle

The new bartender, replacing your old dear friend, was actually quite attractive so you were definitely not complaining as much as you suspected; turquoise and yellow heterochromia, black straight-edged hair tied up in a small low ponytail, a strange white bandage mask over his mouth and a real snowy white serpent wrapped around his collarbones, almost near his neck. You sat quietly, jolting up in surprise when the bartender’s beautiful mismatched eyes scanned over you, it felt different as opposed to catching Dale’s attention

Your sexy sleek favourite colour party dress caught his attention, a glittery silky dress that hugged your curves and left a small window over your breasts. The only thing keeping warm or covered was a clean white denim jacket whilst the strap of your fluffy pink handbag snuggled inbetween the crack of your perky breasts. The bartender smirked from underneath the mask at the sight before him, picking out a nearby champagne glass off the long stash, and flipping it over his palmer so it slides into his hand like a snake slithering into it’s burrow

“What would you like, Ma’am?” He asked smoothly, his voice as enticing as your dress and matched his looks very well. You giggled gently, shuffling forward so your arm would lay on the solid wood counter and your twinkling eyes gazed at his uniform, simple but gorgeous. “A Cosmopolitan, please” You chirp in response without a mere thought, your cheek resting on your fist as your eyes returned to experience him get to work

He was definitely a lot faster than Dale. In a blink, he had the needed four bottles in front of him, pouring millilitres of both lemon vodka and cranberry juice into a opened cocktail mixer, with the bottle of lime juice and bottle of triple sec right besides him. He lidded both bottles being used to put down, picking up the last two in one smooth sweep to repeat the process with those bottles, bottling all four and pushing them to the side to give himself more room

Closing the strangely-shaped container itself, he begun shaking it himself manually to better mix the liquids. None of this was surprising to you, it became a routine to see how bartenders created drinks with how much time you spend at the bar. You were beyond familiar with the process of making a Cosmopolitan but Dale was more careful, slower. Obanai was faster and almost made it into a glamorous show

Obanai couldn’t help but smirk, underneath those bandages whilst his pretty eyes gazed up and down your sat frame, as he slid the mixer across the smooth wood, crouching down to pluck out a whole lime slice and a clump of citrus orange skin from a mini-fridge hidden from behind the counter. Standing back up, his snake reached out and grabbed the top of the mixer to pop off the lid with it’s fangs

Your eyes sparkled in admiration, quietly watching Obanai catch the container when the reptile dropped it, the same serpent reached over to hold the lime slice and orange skin inbetween the fangs. It carefully stabbed the lime onto the rim of the champagne glass and dropped the skin in whilst Obanai poured the scarlet red concoction until it filled up the glass at the exact same time

“Your name?” You asked, your glittery eyeshadow-decorated eyelids fluttered with a cheeky smile growing on your face. “Iguro Obanai. Snake is Kaburamaru” Obanai answered calmly, precisely pushing the filled glass towards you with his free hand gesturing in the direction of Kaburamaru, propped up casually as he always did. The bartender may have only met you a few minutes ago but he already found himself loving your overall image; polite, sexy, interesting

A elegant, appealing wine red beverage sat in front of you, touched up by the thin lime slice and the strip of citrus orange laid on the round of the glass. It was your favourite drink to order from this bar as it was rather sweet and dulled the burn of strong liquor like Triple Sec much better than all the other options you’ve tried

“Anything else?” Obanai asked again, crossing his arms and leaning up against the clean counter as he watched you raise the glass up to your lipstick-painted lips. Kaburamaru, the snake wrapped around his shoulders slithered forward to better watch your actions, his eyes were as red as roses and his tongue flicked in sync of Obanai’s blinking

“N-no, thank you” You manage to muscle out after a few seconds of hesitation, taking another deep sip as to try hide your vigorously blushing. Obanai grinned pleased, pushing himself back up with a single arm whilst one of his eyes closed in a sly wink. Your lips quivered once the cool glass touch your soft warm skin as you felt intense warmth rush around your bloodstream at his subtle flirting

Obanai still had a cocky smirk, leaning forward with that devious glare too as you were certain his eyes were glowing over the shining golden lights blaring from above. “Would you enlighten me for a bit?” He asked smoothly, seemingly materialising a tall bottle of Mojito Rum from literally nowhere in which he placed on the counter. Your cheeks growing nearly as red as your half-finished cocktail that you left sitting before you

You knew you had a hefty bill to pay when you saw the glint of eagerness in his eyes but you couldn’t stop yourself from enjoying the excitement and potential fun behind the idea. You could pay the tab later, you wanted to see what he had planned first. “Tell me” You bit your tongue to try avoid gasping all inappropriately like some sexual fiend as his overall presence made you shiver, you’re like the prey being glared down by the predator and the predator was Obanai

“How well can you hold your liquor~”

[hotpriestsinurarea]

My mantle is usually pretty empty but I always like to leave little trinkets on there from time to time.. Usually from when I visit the church.. priests are easy to pickpocket yknow!

[evenlyevi]

It’s been a while since I drew Demon Temmy! Here’s an updated look for him.

[divinekangaroo]

DA: 4 vignettes

-after Malcolm’s unexpected death, Leandra insists secretmage!Garrett marries for acceptance into lothering so they can finally settle

-carver’s POV of his secretmage!big sergeant-brother during the ‘flee from ostagar’ sequence up to the opening scene in the game

-aveline’s fatalist, selfish and guilt-free POV of the deserter Hawkes and their mother as she attempts to nurse Hawke’s wife through a fatal illness on the two week crossing to Kirkwall

-hawke’s POV after an early job for Athenril where she intuits he’s a mage; in ordering him to strip and get in the bath, she discovers the many deep cuts on his arms

[wolfisland]

i think thats definitely a factor in why i flipped out so bad on my ex friends last year too bc its like if i try to disengage from something and you fucking follow me around i will straight up curse you the fuck out.

thats probably something i should be more ashamed of but if i tell you to leave me alone and you keep pushing and prodding me and ignoring my boundaries (especially when i am so fucking clear about wanting to be left alone to calm down) i will flip the fuck out. i will bite your fucking head off and i will get so evil and personal about it because im just constantly swallowing back bile to try and function as a normal chill nice person.

like id feel bad for those people if they hadnt continuously fucking ignored me saying "dont do that, leave me alone, youre making me uncomfortable" like if you corner a wild animal it will bite. leave me the fuck alone

i do wish anger wasnt seen as like evil or whatever. or like if you get angry youve immediately lost bc you should be Above being angry or whatever. very frustrating

[theastronovastarlight]

Info Post!

✨💜Hey, My Name Is Starlight!💜✨

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[getscaredhellyeah]

these two albums coming out on the same day the day before halloween did a lot of mental damage to fifteen yr old me

[derp-lemon]

Hey yall been a while since I posted on here, but I wanted to post something to get rid of the silence. lol I hope you all are doing well and are having a great day.

This drawing is thanks to my mom answering me 3 questions I asked her for one of the seven deadly sins a crime related to it and an animal she chose gluttony canibalism and a tiger and I made a hazbin oc out of it his name is Kaplony this drawing took 15 hours and it was made with 86 layers ^^" lol took so long to draw it I tried to make the background hazbin like as much as possible with my skills lol so hope yall like this ^^

[transgenderdragons]

home depot ✌

[the-noisiest-pumpkin]

dimitri is babygirl but like. in an unhinged way

[death-rebirth-senshi]

RIP to our early theory that we never saw Jeanne and Bayonetta in the same room because they were from different universes and Viola was their go-between trying to save their alternate selves 💀 they're just straight up never together on screen.

I mean also rip to the early thought that we were getting a team of Bayonetta's together to kill the big bad rather than watching every Bayonetta come on screen for 2 seconds then die lamely and with no real point

[blinkyeyeuwu]

2023 Pfp!

New year, hopefully not the last lol

[screampied]

Hii vegas!! Lil request 🙏🙏 brat taming w jealous!Sukuna BUTTTT with Sukuna doing it in front of his servants(if u already did this u can ignore this request!!)

—Sukunas no.1 glazer

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, jealous kuna, heian era! sukuna, exhibitionism, cōckwarming, dirty talk, praise, mdni.

it’s become known that sukuna doesn’t like when other eyes are all on you.

the moment he spots his servants laying their filthy eyes on his beloved favorite human, he scoffs in vex. the audacity, he didn’t like people staring at what’s his. but of course out of all days, you decided to be a brat. “c’mere,” a simple word and you were at his usual beck and call. the demon pats a hand against his manspread lap, ushering for you to take your rightful seat. his seat was his throne whilst yours was right on his thigh. taking your sweet, precious time and dragging your feet against the slick marmoreal floor, he snarls. “woman, don’t waste my time. my lap, now.”

“you all, c’mere,” he snaps his fingers with a sly eyebrow raise.

sukuna’s got a vicious gaze at his low ranked servants, a good dozen of them nearly shivering at his command. they create haste, standing in front of his throne, awaiting for his next orders.

“and lastly, you,” and his voice pitches a deep low. you merely gulp, feeling one of his arms sling around your waist, another creating a teasing trail down your nape. bringing a chaste kiss toward the outer part of your earlobe, he whispers salaciously. “you love testin’ my patience, huh. i was watching you earlier. i don’t like you giving my pathetic servants your precious attention.”

“oops,” you hum, and he’s not so fond of your cheeky attitude. as your back lies against his bare, broad chest - you’re facing the eyes of the fearful lackeys. still, they’re looking at you, some desperately wishing they were in your shoes.

oh, to be lucky enough to take a throne on the sukuna ryomen’s notorious lap. anyone who tried without his word would have easily been caught dead. alas, you were the exception. “was jus’ sayin’ hi, ‘kuna.”

“tch. don’t make me laugh, princess,” he murmurs, and your breath hitches once he sprawls your legs open a bit. “saying ‘hi’ doesn’t take you fifteen minutes, but i’ll spare you,” and with the way his voice delivers, it was a snarky growl underneath. timbre and haughty, you felt the sudden twitch between your thighs almost immediately.

he wasn’t gonna spare you,

in fact— you figured he’d do something else like maybe bend you over his knee and spank you. but sukuna had another thing in mind.

a thing where you’d be taking his cock right in front of his servants. staring them dead in the eyes as you’re creaming down their righteous king’s shaft.

as you’re barreling his hefty length, you shudder the moment you feel his second cock brush up against your sopping folds. they were stacked upon each other but your pussy’s main focus was on the one directly in front, not behind.

“good girl, easy. don’t go down too quick or ya might break,” and your body twitches in rapture once his feverish breath dances against your skin. “heh, ‘s that what you want? to be broken?”

“y- yes,” you mewl out, making a failing attempt to rock your hips against his lap. his servants claw their nails into their thighs, the awkward tension wafting against the air like wind as they just stare. the fact that dozens of eyes were seeing you like this made you throb. convulsing pulses multiply and shoot through your folds before a big hand wraps around your throat. chortling in a raspy manner, sukuna spanks your ass for you to hurry. sinking down on his thickset dick makes your toes curl - he’s big. chewing on your lip, you moan. “kuna, ‘s fuckin’ big, fuuuuck.”

“what a nasty fuckin’ mouth,” he growls, and another one of his hands goes toward your drooling, weeping cunt. a palm swiftly swats against your entrance, allowing your legs to sprawl wider and you whimper. “mhm, brat. this is supposed to be a punishment but y’er just turned on, huh,” and as you’re all the way down on his cock, feeling the tiny pressuring prod and pierce through your tummy, you nod against his chest. “thought so,” he chuckles lowly, stern ruby eyes leering toward his servants. “look at her. none of you will be this wet for me, acknowledge that.”

as he’s speaking to them as if they’re below him, and in this case—they were,

while another one of his hands toy against your folds, your slit dribbles with slick and you’re happily coating his base with your juices. your legs were about to collapse and you moan whilst sukuna’s pitchy deep voice rumbles in the background. his voice,

it’s heavily intimidating. booming and loud, no one dared to defy him.

it’s so gruff and smothered with authoritative baritone that it rings and reverberates throughout the sacred walls of his domain. his scent, his rich cologne scent clogs through your nostrils as your legs struggle to maintain its stillness. “f- fuck, ‘kuna ‘m not gonna l- last,” you whine, chest deflating within each breath snatching out your lungs. with a hand gripping his thigh, yanking on the silk made fabric of his kimono—you whimper. “s- sukunaaa.”

“such a sensitive little thing,” he tsks, cockily shaking his head side to side before one of his arms wraps around your torso. the demon’s cock, fat and all, buries itself completely into you and you moan the moment you try to grind back on him. it’s pathetic, all that bratiness earlier and now, you were already creaming. it comes quick, so quick that you barely even have time to react. his peeling foreskin that’s attached near the crown of his dick tickles against your gummy walls, relishing in your goopy grip. “oh,” he murmurs, feeling your sweet slick drench him from the base down. the entire time, the king’s got the most haughty grin, feeling your human body slump against his soft tatted chest in its defeat. “that was early, princess. a bit too early.”

you whimper, still coming undone and the white noise ringing in your ears only intensifies. panting repeatedly, you squeeze against his thigh before the only words you could sputter out was, “s- sukuna, ‘kuna- more.”

“heh, always a greedy girl,” he grunts, feeling his cock twitch at your simple plea. the pesky servants were appalled, witnessing such lewd activity before them. sukuna ryomen and his favorite human. with a titter, one of his hands gives your cunt a good squeeze, snickering at how you easily gush all out on the center of his palm. “who’s pussy does this belong to though, tell me,” and his eyes dart toward the little audience, his former jealously subsiding a bit. “tell our friends too, let ‘em know, princess.”

his touch was so sharp—you gasp, feeling an extra limb of his grab against your neglected breasts, a thumb flicking against your perky nipples that poke out of your cottony blouse. “ngh, belongs to y- you, ‘kuna.”

with a single hand, he turns your head, glancing near his extra peripherals of the incoming drool that’s seeping from the corners of your mouth. once he cranes your head, he makes you stare straight at his servants. “uh huh, tell them. tell them who’s pussy ‘s my favorite.”

“m- mine,” you moan, his touch making you shudder in utmost pleasure. glossy eyes meet the dozens of people - secretly sucking their teeth and growing envious of you, of you getting off to this entire thing. a few of them shamelessly yearned to be in your place, but they knew with you in the picture, they never stood a chance. “my p- pussy’s your favorite, ‘kuna. ‘m yours.”

“good girl,” he praises, and you’re still on his lap with his twitching cock shoved deep into your clingy walls. with a hand again, he turns your head to the side to face him briefly - sneaking a wet kiss near your lips for a few seconds. you moan, feeling the edges of his fangs and his forked tongue collide and mash inside of your mouth.

all hands of his feel and wander and roam against your body at such a slow pace, you whimper before he gives his unworthy servants one final side eye.

“show’s over. get lost,” he snarls, and they all scatter like flies. the large darkened room’s finally empty, and it’s just you and your king.

sukuna hums in amusement at your state, the brat within you nowhere to be found before he whispers against your ear. the final words of the demon not only makes your cunt twitch but a shiver runs down your spine. “seems like my girl needs a bit more training. now now, since we have some privacy, we should try one of my favorites. full nelson,” and he purrs.

“i wanna see you take both of me, princess. be a good girl ‘n bend over for your king.”

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Constantine Is Having Fae Problems

Not as in 'problems with the fae', but as in 'the Batfam don't understand shit about fae and it is somehow Constantine's problem'

"Thank you."

Whatever thoughts Constantine had before come to a screeching halt. He slowly turns around, praying he's misheard, but, unfortunately, no. He heard that right.

The black-haired kid - he looks like a kid, but, really, he is not, and he is not even human to begin with - is smiling at Nightwing, who just laughs and ruffles the boy's hair.

"Don't worry about it, it's nothing," the moronic eldest batkid says, like it's not a big deal, and Constantine just... can't. He is not dealing with this right now. He needs a drink.

And then it happens again. Not with the Nightwing, though. This time, it's Black Bat. Now, in all honesty, Constantine is not so sure about her being human either, what with her appearing out of goddamn aether and being silent as a ghost, but the point still stands. The new addition to Bat's menagerie of children, the fae boy, the changeling who insists he is Robin's brother, thanks her.

It's quick and easy, just like a human would say it, and Black Bat just nods back at him, but Constantine knows what it means. He knows the weight of fae gratitude.

The big question is, do the Bats know it?

He promises himself to address this issue later with the Big Bat himself. But every time he encounters the man, he just forgets to bring it up. Constantine strongly suspects it's not his bad memory at fault here, but a certain fae. Not that he is going to outright go and blame the damned creature, of course, Constantine values his life, mind, and consciousness. Also, he is very aware of the consequences of talking to the fae, unlike the furry brigade.

Alas, he can't forget something if he witnesses with his own eyes. So the next time he is in the Batcave, he makes it a point to wait until the same thing eventually happens. And, score for Constantine, it does.

"Thank you," the kid - again, not a kid, not a human, but whatever - tells Red Robin, and Constantine immediately snaps his head to him, pointing a finger at the smiling fae.

"I mean no disrespect, but what are you doing?"

The kid - Danny, as he insists to be called, although Constantine knows better than to call a fae by any name - tilts his head to the side. He looks confused, but there's a sly glint to his blue eyes. Oh, the fucker knows exactly what he means. He just doesn't want to admit to it.

"What do you mean?" It's not him, but Red Robin asking, and Constantine turns to look him in the eyes. Mask. Whatever.

"He is thanking-" a terrible thought crosses Constantine's mind, and he stares at Red Robin with horror, "Oh, don't tell me you were all thanking him and apologizing to him like he is a human being."

"I don't see how this is your business," Red Robin scolds, and his eyes narrow. Constantine can't see his actual eyes through the mask, but he knows the Bats well enough to know the kid looks as deadpan as he can.

"You can't do that!" He reaches down to the pocket where he keeps his cigarettes, but stops halfway. Right, no smoking in the Batcave. Wait, he never obeyed that rule! Constantine turns to glare at the fae boy. Danny appears as innocent as a newborn baby. Little bastard.

"Quit making a scene," comes another voice, and this one John recognizes, turning to look at little Robin. Now that he thinks about it, the demonic child claimed the fae as his brother, and he definitely should know how to talk to fae!

"Why didn't you tell them about the rules?!" He asks Robin, and the kid doesn't even bat an eye at him.

"You will not accuse me of incompetence in front of my brother," Robin huffs, not stepping closer and keeping one hand on his hip, "I did."

"You-"

"Okay, how about you calm down?" Danny interjects, and John is positive this is the first time he's heard the boy say anything other than 'thank you'. He turns to the fae, facing him, and, oh, Jesus, those are not human eyes. Or teeth. Or face. Holy fuck how do Bats live with this, it's like uncanny valley but hundreds times worse.

"If I tell you I use it for easier access, will you leave it be?" The fae tilts his head again, and this time it is not in confusion, but in the eerie manner of how all very much not human beings do it. Constantine swallows, but doesn't back down.

"Access to what, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Transportation," Danny provides. This does not explain shit and he knows it. Red Robin groans and rolls his eyes.

"We use it to summon Danny if we need him. It's faster than calling or texting."

Constantine freezes.

These fucking kids. Are using the fae debts. To summon him. Because they don't like texting.

Do they know that they can literally ask a fae to destroy a small country to fulfill a debt like that? It's not just a small favor, it's a gratitude. Fae take their gratitude very seriously. They value it. A lot.

Actually, you know what, no. John is not going to be explaining that part to them because God knows the batkids are all batshit crazy and this is an opportunity he is not willing to give them.

So he just nods stiffly, turns around, and heads to the zeta tube.

"Thank you for caring about my family," he hears a voice behind him, full of mischief and joy. Constantine feels the weight of the newly acquired debt, or better call it a favor, bind itself to his soul, and, great, he now has the power to part the sea like Moses, but only once.

He needs a drink. No, correction, he needs a whole bar to himself.

Wait, that's an idea.

"Get me a bottle of good bourbon, and we're even," he throws around his shoulder, stepping into a zeta tube.

When he steps out of it, there's an unlabeled bottle in his hand. John sighs and opens it, foregoing the glass or cup and drinking straight from the neck.

...It's good bourbon.

Inspired by @blackfoxsposts

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