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nsfw alphabet | zekhan

content warnings: mdni. mentions of sexual activity including rough sex; dom/sub dynamics; kinks and kink negotiations; scenting/marking; demon form sex mentioned; mentioned previous partners/relationships.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It takes a lot to wear him out, so he's going to take care of all your needs before his own. He's not the greatest with healing spells but he keeps potions and salves on hand that he rubs gently over any bruises, scratches, or bites that he made. Once you've healed and you assure him you're not in pain, he carries you gently to the bathroom so you can sit in a bath and rest. He'll change the bedding while you soak in the tub, and then he'll slip in behind you once that's done. He likes to wash your body and your hair if you'll allow him to.

He keeps spare clothes, toiletries, and medicine in his office at the club so that if you do anything there, he can take care of you properly afterwards.

No matter where you are, he's very attentive and gentle and a bit clingy. He'll want to stay close to you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands and arms—he's not known for being a very capable fighter, but he's strong enough to carry you easily.

He loves to kiss and touch all parts of you, but he's especially fond of kissing your neck and the insides of your thighs; his marks bloom beautifully across your skin and your scent is so lovely in those particular spots.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It has a very light, salty taste and it's a little bit thicker than you might expect. He can smell the scent of it when he comes on or inside you, even after he washes (or licks) you clean.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If you fooled around with anyone at the club before you started dating him, it's almost guaranteed that he eavesdropped on those little encounters. It's amazing how good his hearing is.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's fairly experienced, although he's very particular about the types of encounters he has with casual hook-ups. It's not that he's a selfish lover by nature, but sex before was a pleasant way to relieve some tension and get rid of those pesky urges to claim something. He loses interest in seeking out casual flings once he starts to develop feelings for you. He'll take his time once he's in a relationship with you though. He's very interested in exploring how and where you like to be kissed and touched and fucked.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Most of the time, he wants to be face-to-face with you. Variations of missionary (you or him on top) are his go-to positions. In certain moods, he might prefer to take you from behind instead. He likes the intimacy of positions like prone bone so he can mark and scent your neck while he grinds deep inside you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Usually he's more serious, but his dirty talk might have a teasing edge to it. Having sex at the club is always a risky gamble because of all the potential interruptions. He gets a little flustered when that happens and it can be so adorable.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It matches the dark-blue hair on his head. He doesn't have much hair on his chest but he has a hint of a happy trail. He keeps his hair trimmed for comfort's sake more than anything else, but he'll ask if you have any preferences.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sometimes he doesn't talk a lot during sex, especially if he's in a very rough or needy mood, but he tries to be sweet with you in other ways. He likes to look at you and hold your hands, and between his grunts and moans, he lavishes your skin with kisses and nips of his teeth. He nuzzles his head against yours as a sign of affection (in bed or out of it). He likes taking his time during foreplay too, and it's almost worshipful how he touches you. He doesn't want to come until you're completely satisfied.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you he didn't do it that often, maybe once or twice a week. He usually sought out a fling at the club if he had an urge, and that was more satisfying than his hand was. Once he starts developing a not-so-platonic interest in you, he's having those urges a lot more. He stops seeking out other people and takes care of himself instead. He has some of the filthiest fantasies of you when he jerks off, usually in the shower before work or in his bed before going to sleep.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

A lot of his kinks involve some sort of sensory deprivation and/or sensation play:

Amaurophilia: His vision is worse than average as far as demons go, and being blindfolded and completely sightless enhances his other senses even more. Even if he wears a blindfold of some kind, he might rip it off just before he comes so he can see you.

Hyphephilia: He's not used to being touched by other people in an intimate way and his skin is a bit sensitive. He sleeps in a nest of soft, fluffy blankets and furs. It's his favourite place to fuck you.

Endytophilia: When he had casual sex before, it was usually at work and he'd be wearing one of his suits. All he did was undo the zipper of his slacks and pull himself out. He likes the way it feels when the fabric rubs against him. Plus, clothes are a useful shield for him and being totally naked makes him feel extremely vulnerable. If you're with him at the club and he's wearing a suit, he prefers to leave his shirt on and partially or fully unbuttoned so it hangs open slightly. For his trousers, he'll let them sit low on his hips. He's more likely to want to be naked/mostly naked in bed with you where the darkness helps hide the scars he's insecure about.

Primal/Fear Play: He's very good at hunting prey and blending into the shadows. He's happy to play these little games with you, especially if you're interested in seeing a rougher side of him once he catches you.

Misc: He loves biting and it's almost instinctual for him to do it when he's fucking you. He's extremely careful when he does it because he doesn’t want to cause any serious injury. He keeps a thick blanket nearby so he can cover you and bite into the plush material instead. (Outside the bedroom, he might slip his coat or jacket onto your shoulders for his teeth to sink into.)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bed is his preferred spot, anywhere else in his house comes second. His office has some very nice furniture to bend you over or lay you on top of if you get too frisky at the club. Car sex is possible too since he offers to drive you around the Devildom so you don't have to walk. He may resort to fucking you in the shadows of some dingy building out of sight from potentially prying eyes, if he simply can't wait long enough to take you anywhere else first.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Proximity to you is enough of a turn on, honestly. Wearing a gift of his or giving him something as a surprise makes him feel so affectionate and needy for you. His ears are an erogenous zone, so teasing him with a breathy whisper or brushing your lips against them is enough to make him hard for you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won't play a submissive role in the bedroom.

It will take a long time for him to consider fucking you in his demon form, but he'll offer when he's comfortable enough to try it.

He doesn't like edging (for himself). You'll learn quickly what his tolerance for playful teasing is before it's too much for him.

He might like being rough with you, but he doesn't want to do anything that would cause serious or permanent damage.

While he's not opposed to outdoor sex or sex in semi-public spaces, he doesn't want anyone to catch you in such an intimate position either.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

With casual flings, he preferred to have them suck him off while he used his hands or fingers to return the favour. Once you start being intimate together, he prefers to be the one giving you pleasure that way. He likes how you taste and all the little noises you make. He might overstim you by accident so you might have to let him know when it's too much before he finally stops. If you want to go down on him, he prefers to do it while he's sitting up or standing. His office at the club ends up being his favourite place for that (he likes when you push him against the wall with your body before you sink to your knees).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood and where you are. He prefers to be slower with you, but that's not always possible. Even when his thrusts become a bit rougher and deeper, he still tries to maintain a slow pace. He wants to draw it out until you beg him for more.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves them on nights when he has to work and you visit him at the club. He makes time in his busy evening to pull you into his office or another private room if he can't wait until he takes you home. He's usually the one that initiates by gauging your interest first.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's open to experimenting with things (within reason) that aren't on his list of hard-nos. These are conversations he's happy to have with you. As his trust and intimacy with you grows, he may be open to trying new things he hasn't considered before.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He prefers a longer, drawn-out session than multiple short sessions in a short time frame. Once he comes, he needs a bit of time for the sensitivity to go down before he'll want to go for round two. He spends a lot of time teasing you with foreplay, making sure you come at least once by his mouth or hands before he fucks you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't have toys and doesn't have much experience using them. He's open to buying and using toys that you like, and he might consider some for himself. He'd rather use toys on you or watch you use them on yourself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can have surprisingly playful moods where he murmurs filth into your ear or he sends you dirty texts when you least expect it. Sometimes he draws out those little games to see how desperate you are for him. When he's actually touching or fucking you, he doesn't like teasing you too much.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not very loud. He makes lots of noises though, and the sounds are muffled when he buries his face against your skin. He usually grunts or groans deep in his chest to start. The sounds get a bit more desperate and breathier when he's close to coming, and he usually moans your name when he comes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Although they never had a romantic relationship, Zee and Azra have had sex during their very long history together. Azra's probably the only demon he would be willing to share you with under very specific circumstances.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His cock is average length and girth for a demon. He has a lot of scar tissue on his left shoulder/chest. It doesn't hurt if you touch him there, but the sensation (if any) is a bit odd.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He doesn't need or want to have sex every day. He's content being close to you and showering you with other affectionate gestures that aren't sexual in nature.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sometimes it can take him a while to fall asleep but he'll be very relaxed and a little clingy. He'll hold you or snuggle close to you while you talk afterwards, and he'll drift off to sleep sometime after you do.

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content warnings: domestic fluff and intimacy; sexual content mentioned but not explicitly described; possessive/jealous behaviour; scenting/marking; mentions of previous partners/relationships; implied anxiety/insecurity.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s not going to be very affectionate in public, at least not when it comes to physical touch. He’s noticeably softer with you though. He gazes at you with unmistakable fondness, he actually smiles when you’re around (and not in the sly, menacing way his staff are used to) and his text messages to you are littered with pet names.

He's more affectionate and spontaneous in the privacy of his home. Lots of gentle touches as he walks past you, if you're doing some chores in the kitchen he might just have the urge to hug you from behind, or he'll turn you around for a kiss (or two or three). If he has a record playing, he might try to coax you into a slow dance with him. He knows the Devildom's popular dances and he'd love to teach you in case you both attend a party at Diavolo's castle together.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s a bit awkward at first. He comes off a little cold because he doesn’t have many friends and it’s hard for him to trust people and let them get to know him that well. Eventually you’ll notice the ways he tries to be more open with you where he might've tried to push you away before. It’s a lot of small, thoughtful gestures that he does for you when he wouldn't normally offer to do them for anyone else. What most people don't realize, and what you'll learn eventually, is that he’s a loyal best friend. He trusts you with his darkest secrets and his fears, and he hopes you'll do the same.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

SO MUCH CUDDLING. Once you get to a stage where he’s comfortable with physical intimacy, you’ll realize that he loves being close to you somehow. Snuggling side by side on the couch, cuddling or spooning in bed, he’s not picky as long as he can be close to you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Settling down with a partner is not really something he imagined he would have in his future. Whatever romantic notions he has usually get stomped down at soon as they resurface—he’s nervous about letting people get that close. But once you prove that you care about him and genuinely want to be with him, the thought of sharing his home with you becomes more and more appealing.

He’s an average cook and eats a lot of the same meals everyday. He doesn’t like eating at restaurants but he doesn't mind takeout or cooking for you. He won’t hesitate to try and learn how to cook foods that you like. His home is lived in and comfortable but he likes keeping it tidy.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would be very tempted to ghost you if you did something breakup-worthy that betrayed his trust or hurt him. He’ll tolerate an in-person breakup as a last courtesy. He won’t want to remain friends or talk to you. He’s going to avoid you after that.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment is very important early on in his relationships, but it would take him a while before he considers proposing some sort of binding ceremony or pact. It would take him even longer to build up the courage to ask you, while he secretly hopes you bring up the topic first. He’s so scared of rejection, he won’t ask unless he’s absolutely certain it’s what you want too.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, he’s very gentle with you. He knows how dangerous he can be and the last thing he wants to do is hurt you or cause you pain.

He wears a mask of confidence that skirts the line of arrogance. He’s smart and witty and relies on a dry, sarcastic sense of humor when he talks to most people. It might seem rude or mean at first, but he tries to scare people with his cold demeanor on purpose. You realize the mask for what it is once you become friends. With you, he’s more genuine, more complimentary, and more vulnerable.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs but he’s a bit shy about being intimately touched in public. He’d rather wrap an arm around you or tuck you against his side instead. In private where hugs are not only welcome but encouraged, he holds you in a way that’s warm and comforting but firm. He can be a bit clingy and nothing helps him decompress faster than hugging you while he buries his face against your neck.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It’s going to take him a long time to say that he loves you. He will act like he loves you long before he actually says it. Part of him hopes you’ll say it first so he knows how you feel about him too. The first time he says it will probably be accidental, but depending on your reaction, he’ll either deny it/pretend it didn’t happen or he’ll say it over and over again because he's so relieved and happy.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn’t get jealous easily. He’s more protective—he’s worried about you getting hurt. If you’re spending time with friends at the club, he’ll keep an eye on you personally so he can make sure no one bothers you or ruins your night. He gives you space to have fun with your friends, but you might find some messages from him later asking how your night was and making sure you had a good time. He doesn’t want to be too intrusive. All he’ll ask is that you let him know you got home safely (but he’ll always offer to drive you home himself as a way to spend time with you).

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

In public, his kisses are very chaste - a quick peck on the cheek at most. He might kiss the back of your hand when he greets you if you’re attending something as a couple like a date or party.

In private, his kisses are slower, hungrier and more passionate. He’s rarely satisfied with just one little kiss, and he can’t resist teasing you while his tongue dances across the seam of your lips. He likes nipping your bottom lip with his teeth before he stops kissing you.

He likes to kiss your face, neck and chest the most. For him, he’s most affected by kisses in the same places: on his face, on/near his ears and his chest. He gets a bit nervous if you want to show his scars special attention—it doesn’t have the same feeling or sensitivity, but knowing that you’d give them that same care and attention makes him a little emotional (in a good way).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Zero experience, unless you count his boss. He’s never had children, doesn’t know anyone with children, and doesn’t interact with children at all. It’s not that he’s opposed to the idea of potential pups in the future, but it’s such an abstract idea that he just doesn't think about it.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He works late and will usually arrive home around the same time you’re waking up. Sometimes he’ll bring you home takeaway from that little café you like, or he’ll offer to make you something to eat while you get ready. He spends as much time with you as he can before he offers to drive you wherever it is you need to go. After that, he gets ready to sleep and curls up on your side of the bed where your scent is strongest.

If he doesn’t have to work that night, you wake up with arms around you and a softly-snoring demon pressed against you somehow. He doesn’t sleep in late but he’s more than happy to stay in bed with you if you want to sleep; he likes listening to all the little sounds you make. He reads the paper and helps make breakfast while you discuss what to do with the rest of your day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Most afternoons are spent resting before he has to work at the club later that night. He's going to find time in his very hectic schedule to make sure he spends time with you before work: picking you up from RAD, making dinner for you (or helping you make dinner). He's always curious about your day and what your plans are for the evening. Before he goes to work, he wants to make sure you're relaxed and fed.

While he's at the club, he sends you text messages and he'll call you when he takes a quiet break in his office. If it's not a school night, he'll invite you to the club with him so you can eat dinner together in the lounge or his office before the evening crowd shows up. You're welcome to visit the club as much as you like, and the staff are attentive to your needs when Zee is busy with his own responsibilities. He'll drive you back home so he can make sure you're safe.

When he's not working, he prefers quiet evenings at home with you. He doesn't mind going out for dinner if you want, but he'd prefer to get takeaway so you can eat at his house instead. He's happy to read or do some paperwork if you want alone time to work on your own hobbies or go out with friends. Otherwise, he'd love nothing more than to curl up on the couch with you with a movie or cursed record playing in the background.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It's a very slow process to learn much about him. You'll probably learn more about Zee from other club patrons or employees (or his boss) which might form your initial assumptions about him. There are parts of his past he won't feel comfortable telling you about right away. You'll learn more about him and pick up vague hints about those things slowly over time once your friendship builds into something more. He'll share his secrets with you once he's sure he can trust you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He might be a wrath demon, but it takes a lot to cause him to snap. On the outside, he seems very calm and collected. He's not easily rattled and it takes a lot to trigger a noticeable response from him. He's usually very good at identifying his worsening moods and what he needs to work through them. He'll also make sure you know what it is he needs and how you can help him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He has an excellent memory. Part of his job is identifying security risks or flaws at the club, so once you arrive in the Devildom and start following the demon brothers to parties at The Fall, he's already done research about you on a very basic level. Every time you visit, it's a new opportunity to get to know you better. He learns your preferences for the club's music and events and he learns which food and drinks you order. The more he watches you and gets to know you, he might learn other things that aren't strictly professional: the types of clothes you like to wear to the club, how you like to dance, the types of demons you seem to favour, whether you like indulging in more sinful activities in the club's back rooms or not.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you see his demon form. He tried to warn you it wasn't like most of the others you'd probably seen before, didn't he?

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

By the time you're in a relationship, security at the club knows that your safety is one of their main priorities. He prefers to keep an eye on you himself when he can, and he would rather leave work and drive you home than leave that task to someone else. There's not many demons he would trust to keep you safe in his place. He insists that you can call him for help with anything, no matter what time it is or if he's working or not.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He might go a little overboard with planning things because he's scared of disappointing you. He puts a lot of thought into special occasions and he likes surprising you with spontaneous gifts too, little gestures or tokens to show that he thinks about you often. It doesn't really matter what he does - he has a keen eye for detail and he knows if he wants it done right, he should do it himself. He doesn't want to be thought of as lazy or neglectful.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's a workaholic. He doesn't have a good work-life balance when you meet him and it's a big adjustment when you eventually become friends. He might try to take on your burdens and responsibilities to help you, but he doesn't want to overstep either. Communication can resolve or prevent most of these issues from getting out of hand though.

He can be a little stubborn. He's used to being very independent and not relying on anyone else for anything. He will gladly help you with anything you ask, but asking you for help in return is something he'll struggle with because he doesn't want to trouble you.

It can be difficult for him to speak openly about his feelings. There may be times when he seems a bit guarded or cold even. It's hard not to put on that mask when he's with you because he's worn it for so long with everyone else. Negative emotions are more difficult for him to process and talk about than positive ones, so he'll try to reassure you however he can that even if he's having an off day, it's not because of you.

Depending on how you feel about Azra, that could be a negative aspect of being with him. They've been friends for a long time and that's not likely to change. He will prioritize you over that friendship in many circumstances, but expecting them to stop being friends (barring some horrible conflict between them) is not going to happen. His secret hope is that you two can be friends too.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He dresses professionally for work and wants to look confident and put-together. He's not convinced he's a very attractive demon physically. Others consider him unapproachable and a bit intimidating - he can look very serious (and honestly, a little dangerous) without meaning to. I didn't want to say resting bitch face but basically that

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Once you're in a relationship and he's made space for you in his life and his home, it'll be difficult for him to imagine you not being there anymore. if you were suddenly gone for whatever reason, he would probably go back to his former lonely existence. The comfortable silence he enjoyed before feels less welcoming now that he knows what else you offered him in its place.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He makes soft chirping noises when he's happy or relaxed. He gets a little embarrassed about it at first until he knows you're not going to tease him (meanly) about it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't drink Demonus/alcohol.

He doesn't like angels but can grow to tolerate them with some time and a lot of patience.

Sunlight in the human world bothers his eyes so he very rarely goes there (he tries to schedule unavoidable visits during nighttime hours only).

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

His bed and linens are an example of personal luxuries he doesn't mind splurging on. He loves big, soft, fluffy blankets to make a little nest with when he sleeps.

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I have a question about your OCs…what can turn their rough mode (on a bed) on? 👀

biggest turn-ons

featuring: azra, karasu, zekhan

cw: nsfw / mdni. gn!reader. soft incubus!azra; horny!karasu; feral!zee; demon form sex mentioned (all three); pet names (baby, dear one, darling, bunny, beloved); oral sex (reader and karasu receiving); rough sex; sex in semi-public places (karasu's office and the fall); mentions of sexting (dirty texts and videos or audio); costume play (mc wearing a bunny outfit); teasing; consensual predator/prey kink and fear play (tame and intense scenes); dom/sub undertones; monsterfucking (zee’s demon form specifically).

word count: 6.1k (thank you meg and daisy for supporting me in these dark times)

a/n: some of these ideas are plucked from their nsfw alphabets and expanded on: azra / karasu / zekhan.

AZRA

Azra can easily control when he shifts into his demon form and he wears it often. For ordinary work nights at the club, he prefers his usual suit and coat. As a powerful lust demon, he naturally feeds off the sin radiating off the patrons in the club and he shifts forms naturally when the lustful feelings start to build up inside him. He is usually in his demonic form during casual sexual encounters and reverts back to normal once the afterglow subsides.

He's more conscious about wearing his demon form around you. It's not the most frightening or extraordinary demonic appearance you've seen in the Devildom, but he is still nervous about what you think of him. He doesn't want to scare you.

Azra has a lot of sex but he is starved for genuine affection and love from others. Demons use him for his money or his body, and in the past he did the same.

Taking the time to get to know him and still being able to love him the way he is? Nothing affects him the way you do, a rare vulnerability he allows himself to indulge in because it means he gets to have you. Even the smallest bits of kindness get his heart all twisted up, and he can't resist the urge to return his feelings the best way he knows how.

The first thing you learn about being Azra’s lover is that a single kiss can quickly spiral out of control. The sweet glide of your lips against his leaves him thrumming with desire that darkens his eyes, and his fingers tremble as his hands roam eagerly across your body. His demon form is on display in its naked glory when he starts backing you carefully into his bedroom until you bump into the edge of the bed.

He resists the urge to rip your clothes to pieces and forces himself to take them off slowly, one layer at a time, until they’re scattered carelessly on the floor and your naked body is bare and pinned beneath his. The soft sheets cushion you as he lowers his body gently onto yours and he positions himself between your legs.

He groans into the open-mouthed kisses he smears across your skin while you whimper his name and card your fingers through his unruly curls. He's hard and leaking against the inside of your thighs and his tail twitches in the air behind him.

He slides slowly down your body, leaving a trail of kisses and the faintest marks behind as his mouth slots itself over your arousal and he strokes you eagerly with his talented tongue. He grinds his hips against the mattress to try and relieve the pressure of his throbbing cock, but he doesn’t want to come unless it’s inside you.

Your soul is consumed by fiery lust and it satisfies him in a way no one else’s sin has ever affected him before. He groans your name between soft, sucking kisses and gentle flicks of his tongue against your entrance, and it sends shivers through the rest of your body. His hands hold your shaky thighs steady where they rest on his shoulders, and by the time he drinks down the release you spill across his tongue, you're stretched and ready for him.

You're still reeling from your orgasm when he moves up the bed and positions himself between your legs. He hooks one of your legs against his hips and pushes it up slightly, giving him the perfect angle so he can sheathe himself inside with one smooth stroke.

"I’ll go slow next time, baby, I promise," he murmurs against your lips, lifting his hand to brace himself against the headboard. "But I don’t think I can wait anymore."

He starts fucking you with deep, heavy thrusts, and each one draws a little hiccuped gasp or moan from your lips. He crashes his lips against yours and moans and pants into your mouth. The wooden frame cracks slightly from the pressure of his fingertips and the headboard thumps against the wall, but all you can hear are the strangled groans and curses he muffles into the crook of your neck.

His rhythm picks up speed and his thrusts grow wet and sloppy with his cum when he finally spills inside you with a growl. He tosses his head back and his eyes wince shut from the sensitivity, but he can’t resist the urge to fuck his seed back inside you, not when you writhe helplessly against his sheets and dig your fingers into his back and beg him to keep going.

You’re smothered beneath his body as he stuffs you full with his cum, and his tail coils around the leg wrapped around his waist to hold you in place so he can reach between your bodies and stroke you in time with his desperate thrusts instead.

By the time you come around his cock, you’re both drunk from lust and love and utterly insatiable.

“Don’t stop,” your broken whimpers plead where you press your forehead against his shoulder, and you lave your tongue across his hot, sweaty skin. “Want more of you.”

“I won’t stop, baby,” his raspy voice promises as he rises to his knees and brings your legs up to sit on his shoulders, and he folds you in half so he can fuck you properly. “I can’t.”

KARASU

Karasu uses his wings often, but he rarely shifts into his full demon form. He usually has excellent control over that part of himself, except when he's in bed with you. If things get particularly intense (or if he's in a more dominant/aggressive mood), he might shift to his full form without meaning to. He's so careful with his talons that you might not even realize it at first, unless he clenches the sheets on either side of your head or you catch a glimpse of sharp, black claws before his hand disappears between your legs.

It doesn't take much to get him in the mood. He’s a wonderful contradiction of a demon who accepts your praise or your teasing hints of degradation in equal stride. He’s so easily aroused by the most innocent words or gestures and even the simplest compliments make him feel a little desperate.

Wearing something he bought for you gives him a sudden itch to take it off you again. Wearing something of his means he gets to leave his scent on you in more ways than one by the time he has you on your back or your stomach underneath him.

Sending his D.D.D. dirty messages when he least expects it is almost guaranteed to give him an aching erection no matter where he is or what he’s doing. A flirty text or a suggestive photo that shows him a hint of naked skin is more than enough to leave him panting while his erection stirs to life and presses against the zipper of his pants.

And then there are times when he’s the one trying to entice you to be a little naughty. He sends you filthy texts while you’re at RAD and describes whatever wicked fantasy he dreamt about last night, or he recites in excruciating detail all his dirty thoughts while he fisted his cock that morning.

He calls you and leaves you sweet messages to have a nice day and to think about all the ways he plans on touching you and kissing you and fucking you when he sees you later.

Sometimes you have a bit of free time in your schedule, so perhaps a little visit at his office would do you both some good.

Karasu is so considerate.

It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing. You wake up each morning to a sweet-as-sugar message on your D.D.D., or if you stayed overnight in his nest, he wakes you with a line of sleepy kisses along your shoulder and a soft, "Good morning, dear one," murmured huskily into your ear.

He would argue that caring for you is simple, a natural instinct that stirs inside him to provide for you and make you smile and keep you safe. Your comfort is his utmost priority.

Sometimes that means pushing you away from where you're nuzzling against his aching erection through his suit so he can slide off his jacket.

"Wait," he asks breathlessly, handing you the bespoke garment that crumples in his twitchy grip like paper. "Sit on this, darling."

If you're so eager to kneel on his office floor in an eager rush to suck his cock, the least he can do is make sure your knees won't be too sore afterwards.

His stifled whimpers and moans start to fill the office and you've barely touched him; the anticipation of what’s to come is enough to leave him a trembling mess. His fingers clench the armrests of his chair while you flick open his belt and tug down the zipper with a jovial little hum.

The tip of his cock glistens when you tug down his boxer briefs, and he exhales a sharp little whine when you lick at the salty beads oozing slowly from the tip. His chair shakes from the tremor in his thighs, and his hips twitch and jerk restlessly while you lick broad, thick stripes along his shaft before easing him between your lips. He's hot and heavy on your tongue, and you wrap your fingers at his base where his dawny-soft black hair cushions your fist. You pump him slowly, smooth and wet from the spit pooling in your mouth and dripping down his cock, while your head bobs up and down his length in a steady rhythm.

He's so lost in the hot, wet vice of your mouth that he doesn't notice that his glasses slip off the bridge of his nose and clatter or the floor, or that the armrests of his chair are ruined by deep, scraggly lines where his nails scramble to find purchase.

All that matters — all he cares about — is that you don't stop.

"I'm—I'm close," he whines noisily, panting deep in his chest. His back arches away from the chair and he pushes deeper into your mouth, but he stammers out an apology when he realizes what he’s done.

You curl your fingers around the curve of his hip to encourage him to move and to take what he wants from you. He hesitates for a moment, but then a shaky hand rests gently on the crown of your head, not pushing you down but simply holding you there. His fingers twitch helplessly against your scalp as his hips jerk into your mouth and the noises and choked pleas tumbling from his lips grow louder and more desperate.

A loud, monotonous chime from his terminal startles you both, and he whines so pathetically at the interruption. It’s a weekly meeting he forgot about, boring and unnecessary but mandatory, and he nearly curses in frustration.

Voices stream quietly into the room as the program pops up on his monitor. Your shoulders slump slightly with a deflated sigh, but his hand on the back of your head keeps you from moving away. When you shoot him a questioning look, he glances at the screen and back to you again, and he nibbles on his bottom lip while he contemplates his choices.

He should compose himself and bid you farewell until this evening when he's finished work for the day, but that’s easier said than done. You’re still kneeling at his feet, your bright eyes are glassy and wet and dark with desires of your own, and your lips are plump and shiny and so utterly kissable. His abdomen twitches with the disappointment of his interrupted release and he can only imagine how desperate you are, even though you’re hiding your own needs while satisfying his own.

It's not like he ever needs to speak at these meetings anyway, and knowing that, it doesn’t take him long to decide at all.

He confirms his camera is off and he's muted on the call before he pulls gently on the back of your neck and urges your mouth towards his cock again. His spontaneous burst of greedy lust warms the blood in your veins and shoots straight to the spot between your legs. You’re throbbing from your own neglected arousal and it certainly doesn’t help that he lets out the most sinful, desperate moan when you take him back into the wet heat of your mouth.

He cradles the sides of your face gently when you begin moving up and down his cock with renewed vigor. His hips are rocking of their own volition now, shallow and arhythmic but still so needy, and you know he must be close. When you glance up at him from beneath your lashes, he’s utterly entranced by the sight of your fingers pumping his shaft while you suck on the dark, pulsing head of his cock before sliding your lips down his length over and over again.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—!” His high-pitched whine serves as a warning so that you can move your mouth away if you don’t want his seed in your mouth, but your lover is nothing but considerate, and you reward him by taking him deeper than before, teasing your gag reflex and letting him feel you choke on his cock.

He covers his mouth to muffle himself as he spills down your throat with a sharp gasp and a wailing cry, and your lips drag along his cock one more time as you pull back just to hear him whimper from the sensitivity. He watches with a heavy, half-lidded gaze and swallows hard when you wipe a smear of cum from the corner of your mouth and lick it clean.

He goes completely still for a moment, but then his cock twitches with renewed interest and he pulls you off the floor and into his lap. He breathes your name with utter reverence when he slides his hand into your pants and feels how soaked you are between your legs. His fingers stroke you gently and you let him taste himself when you lean forward and kiss him.

You rock your hips and coax his hand closer to where you want it most while your thighs shake on either side of his hips. Warm puffs of air against the soft skin of your neck makes you shudder in his embrace, and he murmurs sweet praise while he fucks you with his greedy fingers (and his tongue after that, and then his cock when he’s hard again and he finally bends you over his desk).

ZEKHAN

Compared to the others, Zekhan has the most control over his demonic form. Even if he accompanies you to a party at the prince's castle, he's one of the few demons in attendance that hides his demonic appearance. It's very rare that he would shift into it by accident, although a wrath-driven rage could trigger that.

He doesn't want to use his demonic form in bed with you, at least not right away. It will take a long time before he's comfortable letting you see it. The scars on his body are more prominent in that form and he's self-conscious about them. It's also a bit more animalistic than some of the other demons you know, and he's worried about your reaction to his wings and claws and ears.

He will shift into his true form for certain predator/prey-type games you play together, but he's usually obscured by darkness. That gives you the chance to explore him slowly and at his pace while letting him indulge in the rare sensation of your hands or mouth moving across his body.

A lot of things turn him on, but he's a bit more disciplined about curbing his impulse to act on it right away. He likes to tease you and let the anticipation build. Sending each other dirty texts while he's at work (or while you're at RAD) are a guaranteed way to stir his interest.

Although he tries to be gentle with you, he's the most feral if you tease him with an opportunity to play one of your little games together. He's happy to indulge you with whatever level of excitement (or fear) you're comfortable with; you're his prize at the end either way, and that's enough to satisfy him.

Once you're in a relationship, Zee realizes his biggest mistake is underestimating you. He knows you'll be attending tonight's bunny event at The Fall for the first time since you arrived in the Devildom. What he doesn't expect is for you to walk through the front doors, surrounded by the Avatars of Sin, in a bunny outfit of your very own.

He can only assume that Azra and Asmodeus conspired to keep this secret from him, and what a lovely secret it is. The bunny ears on your head bend slightly at the ends which gives them a floppy appearance. They would look ridiculous on most people, but on you, they’re positively charming. The colourful jewel-toned ears bounce slightly with each step you take, and the colours suit you so beautifully that it confirms for him that this outfit was custom-made for you.

He spots a flash of white when you turn around to speak to someone, and he realizes there's a little tail attached to the back of your suit too.

Fucking hell.

He tilts his head to the side as he drinks in your appearance and considers all the delightfully wicked things he’d like to do to you. It’s calculating, almost predatory how his golden eyes darken as lust pools behind them. Something primal stirs deep in his chest the longer he stares at you. You're the tasty little treat that's stepped into his domain, and he'd love nothing more than to devour you.

As if you can hear his thoughts, you look around until you catch his piercing stare from across the room; even from that far away, the glint in his eyes is positively hungry. You can’t help but stare doe-eyed as he wets his mouth, running his tongue slowly along his bottom lip and teasing you with the tiniest glimpse of his fangs.

His sensitive hearing picks up your sharp intake of breath, and he smirks at the flustered expression on your face before you concede and finally look away.

He carries on with overseeing the final preparations like nothing happened while you walk away with the others and head further into the club. A chilly sensation spreads through him that he can only describe as longing when you finally step out of his view, but he ignores the feeling for now.

Besides, the evening is just getting started.

ZEKHAN: I came to visit you on your break but you're not resting with the others. Where are you hiding, bunny?

YOU: Come find me and you'll see. 🐰

ZEKHAN: A tempting offer.

ZEKHAN: Beloved, I'm asking you sincerely.

ZEKHAN: Do you want to play that game right now?

YOU: Yes I do.

YOU: Please? I know you do too.

ZEKHAN: Such a naughty thing.

ZEKHAN: Very well. Stay where you are, hm?

YOU: If you don't hurry, I might finish before you get here.

There are several places in the club you can hide from him. He’s shown you most of them himself when he originally gave you a tour when you were a new arrival to the Devildom. Later on, he realized how convenient they were when he was desperate to fuck you somewhere you wouldn’t get caught.

This particular game requires a certain amount of privacy and space. He searches the obvious locations first - the staff break rooms, the mostly-empty offices on the second floor, the cluster of private rooms patrons can rent for the evening - but finds no trace of you or those floppy ears or that cottony-soft tail.

When he finally picks up the faintest whiff of your scent near the door that leads to the basement, he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face. Of course you’re clever enough to lead him somewhere cool and dark where there’s very little risk of being interrupted.

There's only a sliver of moonlight that shines through one of the tiny windows near the basement ceiling. It only takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness, and he groans when he finally spots you leaning against the wall across from him. The buttons of your shirt are undone and he can see the strip of naked skin where it falls open. He notices a moment later that one of your hands is under the waistband of your pants and he can hear and smell the scent of your arousal as you stroke lazily between your legs.

A soft sigh falls from your lips and makes his mouth run dry. Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze at last, and it’s so satisfying to see the desire swirling in your dark eyes is strong enough to match his own.

He crosses the room in an instant and there's a faint gust of air as his wings manifest and open wide with a leathery snap. He maneuvers you quickly as if you weigh nothing and bends you over a rickety old table, yanking your tedious clothes down and out of the way until he can finally touch your bare skin with his clawed fingers.

You stare transfixed at the monstrous shadow on the wall as he stretches you open with his thick fingers first, carefully so he doesn’t scratch you, and then his cock once you’re slippery with his spit and lube. His lips brush against your temple and behind your ear, littering your skin with soft kisses while you adjust to the feeling of him stretching you open. His hips rock in a slow grind until you're ready and then he moves slowly at first, thrusting inside you with slow strokes that slowly gather speed with every desperate, whiny moan that he pulls from your throat.

He makes a questioning sound when you reach over your shoulder and offer him your fingers, still sticky from when you touched yourself earlier, and he sucks them eagerly into his mouth with a growl as he starts fucking you in earnest. Your fingers slip from his mouth once he's licked them clean, and he traps them gently between his teeth before you can pull them away completely.

His pace quickens and his thrusts grow more forceful when you push your hips back and match his rhythm. One of your hands ends up tangled in his hair while your back arches against his chest, and he breathes hot and damp against the back of your neck and grunts in your ear.

You can barely hear the obscene squelch your bodies make as he fucks you senseless, or the creak of the wobbly furniture supporting your combined weight, or the scratching sound of his fingers digging into the wood for leverage.

Your body clenches around him and when he feels his orgasm approaching, he reaches between your legs and strokes you in time with his thrusts; you finally come with a cry, and he follows behind you with a raspy groan of your name. He fucks you through the aftershocks of your pleasure with slow, lazy thrusts and finally stops once you've milked him dry. His body shakes from the overstimulation of fucking his cum back inside you.

By the time your thighs stop trembling and he turns you in his arms, all evidence of his demon form is gone; only the slight pulsing glow of his golden-yellow eyes remains. He kisses you softly with just a hint of tongue and teeth while you both sigh into each others’ mouths.

As always, he came prepared. He reaches into his suit jacket and slips his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose first before he pulls out a small packet of wet wipes. He kisses your thighs and nips playfully at the sensitive skin while he wipes the slick and cum away; he’s satisfied you’ll still smell like him but now you can finish the evening more comfortably.

He straightens your clothes for you and as he buttons up your shirt, he leans forward and kisses the bare skin that slowly disappears from view. One more kiss and a murmured I love you is all you have time for before he leads you back upstairs, and he smirks when you walk away with the slightest hitch in your step.

(You're only a few minutes late returning from your break, but no one bothers to ask where you were - they can already guess.)

A more intense version of this little game involves waiting until the event is over and taking a short drive to the outskirts of the city.

The quiet anticipation in the car is nearly suffocating, and Zee glances at you with a guarded look from the corner of his eye. He drives one-handed and steers the car expertly to your destination while the other rests on your thigh; it feels like a fiery-hot brand through your clothes.

He seems unaffected by the lust radiating off both of you like a fog, but the tips of his fangs peek underneath the hungry curl of his lips. When you glance down at his lap, there’s a growing wet stain where his hard and eager cock strains against his pants.

The location he takes you to is a large patch of forest at the back of Azra's estate. It's far enough away to give you both the privacy you need, but it’s close enough that help is nearby if anything goes wrong. The area is scouted regularly to make sure there are no dangerous creatures lurking inside the woods that might harm you while you’re alone and vulnerable.

Zee drives the car to the end of the dirt road that ends near the tree line. He exhales sharply through his nose and puts his glasses in the glove compartment before getting out of the car and walking around the vehicle to help you out of your seat.

He’s usually sweet and affectionate before these types of games, but tonight he rests his hands on your shoulders to keep you from stepping too close to him.

"I love you." His voice is rough but his eyes burn with the steady glow of his body overcome with sin, and you learned how to read the emotions in his gaze by now: love, desire, hunger.

"I love you too."

His hands slide up your neck and brush the sides of your face. "Colour?" he asks quietly. His thumbs rub soft circles into the dimples of your cheeks when you smile.

"Green."

Something in the air shifts, like cool air roiling over you before a storm, and he circles you slowly - the way a predator would - until he stands at your back. There's a familiar ruffle of fabric and leather behind you, then he smooths his hands gently over your shoulders. A clawed wing curls around the side of your body and strokes your cheek with surprising tenderness.

"Time to run, bunny." Hot breath tickles your ear when he leans forward and kisses the words into your skin. "Don’t stop and don’t look back."

The growl in his voice causes goosebumps to break out across your skin and you freeze. Normally he waits for you to make it to the woods before he changes form but so many things about tonight are different.

What does it say about how much he trusts you that he would do it so soon?

And what does it say about how uncontrollably desperate he is for you?

But you don’t have time to contemplate the answers to either of those questions, not when feet shuffle behind you in restless anticipation.

You take one hesitant step forward, and then another, until you're running into the dark forest that welcomes you into its maw. The trees looming overhead block most of the moonlight and you slow down while your eyesight adjusts. Your D.D.D. is in your pocket, but illuminating your path with the flashlight would be cheating; it’s also a visual signal to him that you want the game to end, and it’s far too soon for that.

The branches high above your head rustle in the night's cool breeze and ambient noises of the forest echo all around you. You can’t be sure how long it’s been, but it’s curious that you've not seen or heard any sign of him behind you. Sometimes he likes to call out to you teasingly, goading you into some sort of response that will lead him closer to your position. He can be so mischievous and playful when he brings you here, but tonight the tension of his unusual behaviour settles uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach.

You recall how stiff he was earlier, how restless he was like he couldn’t wait to sink his cock or his teeth into you. You remember the rumbling growls in his chest on the drive here, the way his hand shook on your thigh. You realize he’s not patient enough to play a drawn-out game tonight, and the implication is terrifying and arousing in equal measure.

The forest might be safe for you to venture in alone, but there are still other creatures that live here. Small Devildom rodents skitter across the ground and up into the trees. Birds with unfamiliar hoots and caws watch you from above with their strange, unblinking eyes. The occasional snap of a branch or the sudden rustle of leaves startles you like thunder; the sounds carry on the wind and it's impossible to pinpoint where they're coming from.

You shriek more than once when you spin around and look for a pair of golden eyes peering at you from the darkness, but there’s nothing there despite the heavy sensation of a weighted gaze searing into your back the moment you turn around again.

A sudden, startlingly loud crash nearby rips a scream from your throat and your eyes catch movement in your peripheral view. When you squint into the distance, you can see a splintering branch hanging precariously from one of the tall trees before it drops to the ground.

Was the branch already damaged and it finally gave way on its own?

Or was it broken by the weight of something stalking its prey from high above?

You carefully step back away from the tree as if you expect something - or someone - to jump out at you from the undergrowth, but nothing happens.

You stumble into something warm and solid behind you and strong arms wrap around you to keep you from falling, and a hoarse scream dies in your throat when he covers your mouth with his hand.

So this is how the game finally ends.

He utters your name in a raspy whisper close to your ear; his voice sounds as rough as yours does. Tears slip from the corners of your eyes when you sag against him, even though adrenaline and fear slowly fade from your still-trembling body.

"You did so well." His praise soothes your rattled nerves and you lean further back against him. His hand slides away from your mouth until it rests above your hammering heartbeat.

His skin feels feverishly hot against your back and he’s slightly damp with sweat. You’re lost in the cloud of his scent, one that's so perfectly him, something fresh and earthy like wet leaves after a thunderstorm.

"Zee." His name is a broken whimper that falls from your lips. His other hand slides down your front and his fingers tease along your waist before dipping down into your pants. He curses under his breath when he feels the hot, slick proof of your arousal between your legs.

"Colour," he grits out, a strangled plea that betrays the desire coursing through him.

"G-green, please, green," you answer with a hiccup.

He removes his hand from your pants so he can push you to your hands and knees on the forest floor. He shushes you when you whine at the loss of his fingers and he drapes himself over your back, a move that feels protective as much as it does possessive, and he buries his nose in the crook of your neck. He breathes in deep and savours the scent of your sweat and perfume and arousal and fear on his tongue, and his hips jerk and grind his erection against the swell of your ass.

"Want you," you whine pathetically when you wiggle your hips back and encourage him to give you more.

"I'm here.” The tremor in his voice betrays his fraying self-control but his promise sounds sincere. "You have me."

Hot, open-mouthed kisses sear across the back of your neck and along your jaw as he grasps your chin and tilts your face towards his. You can't see him through the watery sheen that pools along your lashes, but you catch a glimpse of his lust-darkened eyes and the bulky shape of his wingspan at his back. When his mouth presses against yours, it's less of a kiss and more of a desperate glide of tongue-against-tongue between deep, shuddering breaths and needy moans.

"You're so perfect," he whispers thickly as he pulls away from your mouth and flicks his tongue against your ear. He braces himself with one clawed hand digging into the earth while the other tears at the front of your shirt. Buttons pop from the seams as the flimsy fabric gives way to his sharp nails and inhuman strength.

He leans back on his knees with a shuddered sigh as he rips the fabric away and exposes your bare back to him. He rubs up and down the grooves of your spine and trails his fingers over the curve of your hips. "You’re so, so lovely like this. Fuck, the things I want to do to you."

You rest your cheek on your arms when he pushes your chest down and encourages your back to curve into a deeper arch. Firm hands grip the sides of your pants next and tear them away next, followed by your flimsy underwear. The cool night air chills your bare skin until he leans over you and warms your body with his own.

You’re utterly trapped beneath him, naked and vulnerable in a way that should fill you with shame or fear, but his words are genuine and his touch is gentle.

Perhaps this little tease would go on a little longer, but you know he’s already testing the limits of his self-control and you don’t want to wait anymore either.

You’ve wanted this all night, and you need him now, desperately.

“Show me then. I want you to, please.”

You squirm with anticipation when he lets out a rumbling growl close to your ear. Something hot and heavy, slick with a generous layer of lube, moves between your legs and nudges at your entrance with the faintest bit of pressure. The tip of his cock teases you with shallow dips as he stretches you open slowly, each stroke sliding in deeper, inch by agonizing inch. He teases the sensitive spot inside you until he finally buries himself to the hilt with a snarl, and you answer with a startled cry as the pulsing emptiness inside is deliciously filled by him.

“I’ll give you everything you want,” he promises darkly as he starts moving at a brutal pace, and his clawed fingers dig into your hips and pull you down onto his cock to meet each of his deep, perfect thrusts. “Now take it.”

Azra has a vague idea of what happens when Zee takes you to the forest behind his house. He doesn't need or want the details as long as you're both happy and unharmed. However, it takes him far too long to notice that your visits to the woods coincide with certain parties at The Fall, and he's genuinely confused as he looks over preparations for the upcoming bunny event.

"Wait, we had to buy another bunny outfit?" he asks, rubbing the back of his neck as he reads over the invoice in his hands. "What happened to the other one? The last event was only a month ago.” Now that he thinks about it, he vaguely recalls ordering a new uniform for you then, too. "This must be the third one we've replaced by now."

Zee pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a hum. "The fourth, actually. If it helps, I still have the bunny ear headbands." His lips twitch into a remorseful smile, but the gleam in his eyes is far too pleased for his apology to be sincere. "Unfortunately, the rest was...unsalvageable."

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another-lost-mc · 9 months

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I hope your day is as good as mine's turning out to be because dear lord.

#these two together are nothing but trouble #but I kinda like it #obey me oc #my oc: azra #my oc: zekhan #art by @chocofdaini on ig

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another-lost-mc · 5 months

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if Lucifer calls mc when things just starting to get spicier, will your ocs let them pick up the phone?

So, are we pretending that Lucifer’s ringtone starts blaring on MC’s D.D.D. when they and (OC of choice) are getting frisky?

OH BOY.

(It goes without saying that all the OCs will stop what they’re doing so MC can answer if needed, but their reactions to the interruption are a bit different.)

(NSFW / Suggestive below)

Azra: He’s so irritated that his first instinct is to keep going and fuck MC harder. Maybe if he weren’t as jealous as he is, he’d want MC to pick up so Lucifer can hear exactly what it was he interrupted and why whatever he wants can wait. It’s not a coincidence if Azra starts moaning louder than before to drown out the noise until it stops.

Zee: Snarls in frustration, lifts his head up from where it’s buried in the crook of MC’s neck (or between their thighs) and gauges their reaction. If MC asks him not to stop, he won’t (although he may be tempted to throw the stupid thing against the wall just to get it to stop making that awful racket). Like Azra, he tries distract MC from the noise - the growls and grunts and filth he mutters in their ear is more than enough to accomplish that.

Karasu: It startles him and he stops and pulls away instinctively (if you heard him whine or whimper a little, no you didn’t). He would hope only an emergency would prompt Lucifer to call MC during one of their evenings alone together at Karasu’s nest. He’ll need a few minutes after the distraction before he’s ready to resume things.

Tenebris: Oh, MC can answer the phone if they need to, he’ll smother his own disappointment for MC’s sake. Does he pull MC onto his lap so he can hold them (and nuzzle them and kiss them) the entire time? Yes, he does. Does he care if Lucifer hears? No, he doesn’t.

Meta: He startles easily and the sound he makes - somewhere between a yelp and a squeak - is less than dignified. He whines when MC slips out of bed to find their D.D.D. and he pouts until the conversation is done and he’s finally able to pull MC back into bed with him.

#jes.replies #obey me oc #my oc: azra #my oc: zekhan #my oc: karasu #my oc: tenebris #my oc: metatron

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another-lost-mc · 6 months

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I think this is as babygirl as Zee is going to get. And Meta, well, he's a cutie 24/7.

#obey me oc #jes.rambles #my oc: zekhan #my oc: metatron #art by voskitsune and naocyz (twt) respectively

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another-lost-mc · 8 months

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I’m thinking about Azra who open the door (without knocking) and heard Zee call MC ‘bunny’ 😊

inside jokes

featuring: zekhan x gn!reader, azra

cw: nsfw / mdni. sex in public places and getting caught. 0.9k words.

Oh, the things Azra has seen and heard since you started dating his best friend. He'd be proud if it didn't make work a little bit awkward at times.

If Zee is in his office - like he is now, standing between your thighs after lifting you onto the edge of his desk - his excellent hearing can pinpoint Azra's location by listening for the familiar click of his heeled boots on the club’s smooth flooring. Once the sounds of those ominous steps start ascending the staircase to the second floor offices, it gives Zee just enough time to tuck himself away and make sure he can arrange your clothes neatly back into place.

Azra strolls into the office moments later, without knocking of course, and you try to act as if you weren't half-naked and laid across the desk minutes before. The fake innocence might be convincing except for the lust pouring off both of you in waves, and only a fool could miss all other telltale signs that something was going on before he arrived. He raises an eyebrow at your flustered expression and the breathless cadence of your voice when you say hello.

Zee’s smile is bland in comparison to yours, and it fails spectacularly to mask his annoyance as he leans back against the desk, arms crossed sulkily at the interruption.

Azra feels bad about that sometimes, he really does, and he makes half-hearted promises to knock next time. Sometimes he does, and sometimes he doesn't.

For all his composure and planning, Zee can be distracted at the worst times; it's risky for him to fuck you outside the vague privacy of his office. In those desperate moments, he gets lost in the warmth of your neck beneath his lips and the fluttering pulse that answers the gentle scrape of fangs against your skin. Who could blame him when your trembling hands reach for his belt and your own desire sends blood rushing from his skull to the hard, leaking cock that's already straining against his zipper?

Azra’s telltale steps slowly grow louder as he follows the current of lust to the storage closet you're hiding in, but Zee doesn't notice - he's too busy murmuring filth into your ear while his hands tug and tear at your clothes to find bare skin. Your whimpered moans and the sensation of your fingers tangling in his hair have effectively stolen his undivided attention. He holds you steady against the wall, and his lust-thickened voice babbles a stream of loving praise as his body sinks deep into yours with sharp, jerky thrusts.

It’s only harsh light from the hallway spilling across your face that announces Azra's unwanted presence, and Zee adjusts himself so that your disheveled appearance is hidden from view with his own body. The dangerous growl that reverberates deep in his chest would be enough to scare away most demons, but Azra’s slack-jawed expression, stunned by the illicit dalliance he stumbled upon, morphs into a grin instead. He doesn't linger where he's not wanted and leaves without much fuss, spinning on his heel and offering a cheeky wave over his shoulder as he exits that dusty little room. He's even thoughtful enough to make sure the handle locks behind him before he walks away.

Stumbling on lovers in a steamy embrace is an every-night occurrence at the club, and Azra understands more than most demons the appeal of a little carnal appreciation. Tonight's not even the first time he's caught the two of you in the middle of such a wanton display. However, Zee grows suspicious when he checks his phone later - after he cleaned you up and drove you home, of course - and saw nothing from his boss regarding what happened. Zee expected a lecture of some kind, or a taunt or a lewd comment or even sarcastic congratulations, something that mentioned the awkward situation he inadvertently put you in due to his own carelessness.

Zee figures the best way to soothe his rattled nerves is carry on like nothing happened and deliver some paperwork to Azra’s office - a petty punishment for earlier, if nothing else. He’s more than happy to drop the stack on the desk and leave again without much fanfare, especially when he's greeted by the back of Azra's chair. It creaks when it starts to spin around, and Zee freezes halfway to the door when his friend finally faces him, one cheek resting on his hand while a lazy smirk spreads across his face and brightens his dark eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Azra asks in a tone that's far too innocent for a demon like him to pull off convincingly. “Aren’t you going to call me bunny too?”

Sprouting up between Azra’s wayward curls is a bunny-eared headband. It’s nearly identical to the headband you slipped on earlier to tease Zee with, the innocent costume prop that inspired him to drag you into the first empty room he could find. After Azra's brief interruption, he rewarded your playfulness by fucking you so hard that those floppy little ears slid off your scalp and clattered on the ground at his feet.

Zee shoots his boss a withering glare and bares his teeth menacingly before he storms from the office without a word.

“Aw, don’t be like that! I think it’s cute,” Azra shouts teasingly as he suppresses the urge to laugh. A few moments later, a door down the hall slams shut and he doesn't see or hear a trace of his friend for the rest of the night.

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Romancing the Angels

Featuring: Simeon, Raphael, Michael (Canon Cast); Azra/Azazel, Metatron, Seraphiel, Gabriel, Uriel + bonus Zekhan and Tenebris (OC Cast)

Is your MC an aspiring angel-fucker or perhaps an angel themselves? Let's explore their potential partners.

A/N: This is mostly for my own notes so I can keep track of which characters are most likely to date/sleep with each other (with or without MC's involvement). I've written some of these pairings/polyships in the past or they're featured in WIP projects. Some of the potentials might seem strange but based on my personal headcanons/worldbuilding, they make sense. 👀