#sopping wet little demon

[aryshacore]

creatura

[baalzebufo]

finally got the hang of this guy :) ironed out my style and design for him. also wanted to draw some different emotions

you messed with the wrong bug

[joelletwo]

shouyou resurrection The Final speedrun highlights: nearly got to hug his sopping wettiest little pitiful student. either got stabbed by him or watched him stab himself and walked away and let him die. complimented cute little zura on a blurry zoom call. met his grandkids who called gintoki a deadbeat dad. saw his cute little demon again for five seconds ^_^ another successful revival for the onis

[kai-ni]

Crowley is such a pathetic little guy really, follows Zira around for the whole 'can I watch' sequence just wanting to be near his husband n watch him be silly n fidget in the background and offer commentary from the peanut gallery.

Every time he takes a stand or runs away he ends up crawlin' back even if Zira was objectively wrong, he apologizes anyway, begs for his angel back. I don't know where I'm going with this, hes just the worlds biggest simp and I feel him, truly. What a pathetic little man-shaped guy. I love him. I dunno what he's gonna do in s3 but I can't wait for him to either be wet and pathetic or clamoring up to heaven at first opportunity .

It would be nice if he found his own self worth and pulled himself together but boy am I not expecting it. this said extremely fondly.

[leporellian]

I’m getting into The rakes progress and I love the idea that nick shadow is just an evil Leporello and any version of Leporello is my favorite. Evil Leporello my beloved

nick shadow is so funny he’s genuinely my favorite opera villain. he’s forced into the role of villain by a narrative he can’t control or comprehend and yet his complaint is he isn’t being allowed to be evil ENOUGH. incredible

[onyourowndaisymae]

under where?

content + warnings: nsfw, x fem!reader, flashing, discussions of oral

prompt: "Imagine sitting across from the brothers and nonchalantly spreading your legs to reveal no underwear under your skirt. Just IMAGINE their reactions…" (via: @shywritersblog)

there's a tension in the air, a mixture of seven different reactions to the same action. seven demons who knew their master had such a commanding presence, had fallen victim to "stay" time and time again-- yet here you are, bringing all of them to their knees without uttering a single word.

lucifer pales when your legs spread. a low, possessive growl threatens to rock his chest, but he swallows hard and averts his gaze. you can see his cheeks flush a little. he meets your gaze-- he's very determined to show you he doesn't see you as a piece of meat-- and opens his mouth to scold you for such vulgar behavior. but there's this heat in your gaze, almost inviting as your eyes smolder with want. his mouth closes. he takes another look between your spread legs. fuck. you're so wet it's obscene. were you really that needy, working yourself up like that over there? he can only imagine what's running through your head, what depraved thoughts linger beneath that cheshire smile. no matter. just say the word and he's whisk you away to his room, alone, ready to please his master until dawn breaks through the darkened skies.

mammon whines, the sound loud and uninhibited, his cheeks engulfing in flames-- yet he can't bring himself to be ashamed. it takes everything in him not to pounce on you. he wants to yell, too. why? why're you so comfortable spreading your legs like that in front of all his brothers, huh?! don't you know the kind of filthy thoughts running through their heads?! the conflicting feelings make his stomach flutter. he wants to close your legs, guarding your entrance like a dragon to its hoard, greedy to keep its greatest treasure private. but he also wants to fall to his knees in front of you. to wait for your permission before burying his face in your cunt, fucking you on his tongue in front of everyone. he's getting impatient now that the thought's entered his mind-- so can you please stop looking at him like that and let him touch you already, before he loses whatever mind he has left?

leviathan can feel his shame rush to his face, burning heat pooling at the back of his neck. it's embarassing how quickly his pants grow tight and cumbersome. this-- this is too much for him. he needs to hide away, now, burrowing into a fort of blankets in his bathtub until a century or two passes and he's sure everyone's forgotten about this moment in time. but he can't. because you're staring at him. your eyes crawl up his body, lingering on his shifty feet, his quivering hands, his tented pants-- your gaze makes his head spin. he's going to pass out if you keep watching him like that. you wet your lips briefly, eyes darting to meet his before your gaze falls between his legs again, and he swears to every authority in every realm that he can feel his cock throb in need. please say something, do something. either let him retreat to lick his wounds or ride him until he's a puddle of drool and slick underneath you.

satan's cheeks flush, but he keeps his gaze steady as he thoroughly observes your sopping wet cunt. he wants to think of something clever or witty to say, but his mouth is so dry and his brain is so fuzzy-- do you know what you do to him? he's aware that you're teasing him. it's frustrating. all these eyes on you, and yet you're only looking at him. like a cat that got the cream, you're smirking, lounging in your chair like he can't see the slick gathering around your entrance. it would be so easy for his finger to slip inside you, finger fucking you senseless until you're so sensitive you writhe and dig your nails into the arms of that chair. but that would be too easy, wouldn't it? no, you're teasing the avatar of wrath. while patience is not his favorite virtue, it will be the one he has tonight-- because the moment you're finally underneath him, he's going to toy with you as much as he wants, prowl around your exposed body until he decides to pounce. after all, you're the one who wanted to play cat and mouse.

asmodeus can feel his lips curl into a grin. oh, you naughty little thing! a giggle escapes his lips as he watches you with rapt attention. oh, that slippery little cunt of yours is so cute! would you mind if he got a closer look? he wants to bask in this moment. you're biting your bottom lip and grinning right back at him, and it takes everything in him not to break the tension by letting honey filth spew from his lustful lips. sure, there's a lot he could say, but don't actions speak louder than words? in that case, he wouldn't mind running his tongue along that pretty clit of yours to taste your slick himself. he can't think of a better way to express his love for you than to ravish you as thoroughly as the tried and true avatar of lust can. the room is delightfully hot and intense, making his head spin as surges of lust bounce off the walls. oh, darling, the anticipation is killing him-- won't you just share all the dirty thoughts caught in that pretty little head of yours?

beelzebub suddenly feels like he shouldn't be here. he notices the change in the air before he notices your legs spread, ever perceptive to the emotions of his loved ones. and all of those feelings lead him to you-- specifically, that wet spot between your legs that's got everyone so riled all of a sudden. it makes him nervous. at first, he worries you've exposed yourself on accident. he looks away as his cheeks turn pink, ashamed of how quickly his mind begins to wander. but then he hears you shuffling-- so naturally, he looks back at you-- to find you pulling your skirt up further, bunching it around your thighs to give everyone a clearer view. he realizes now that you want everyone to see your cunt. now he doesn't feel so bad about staring, about the groan sitting in the back of his throat. he'll never push, never question your motives or try to touch you without explicit permission, but he can't help the way his mouth waters and his erection stirs in his pants. and judging by the way you're staring at him like a five course meal, it seems you don't mind much either.

belphegor's eyes widen in shock, before a predatory grin engulfs his face. oh. you're in for it now. you've given the game away by exposing yourself as a needy whore, and it's clear from your haughty smirk that you think you've won this game. that's cute. but you're playing with demons-- manipulative, scheming, needy demons that'd do anything to bury themselves deep inside of the very hole you're so determined to tease them with. or maybe you're just teasing one particular demon. because your eyes linger on his just a bit too long to be coincidental, flitting away to the ground or a nearby wall before meeting his again. are you feeling nervous now? you should be. make no mistake-- he sees what you're doing here, and he's already thinking of ways to handle it. you're clearly getting aroused by all the attention. he wants to help, but he's just feeling so tired. you're already so prepped and eager-- maybe he should let you sink onto his cock in this very room? he's curious to see how well you can perform with an audience.

[2-dsimp]

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Yandere monster gang

Introducing the Archdevil

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Synopsis: The Archdevil (Rivius) is trying to make it clear to his dense attendant of how much he wants her. But he ends up having a mental breakdown down due to being blueballed multiple times.

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Cw: 🔞MDNI🔞, fem reader! Fingering, humping, slight! Pussyjob, pre-ejaculation, slight degradation, praise, slight gaslighting, creampie, slight humiliation, masterbation m!

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“My dear sweet assistant… Do you have rocks for brains? Or do you truly not understand the predicament that you’re in?”

The Archdevil hissed, holding onto your hips with his claws indenting against the flesh of your body. Bracing his hard tent in between the crease of your asscheeks that bounced upon his crotch with every wrench in the cobblestone rode of hell.

“How can you not notice me having a boner when you’re sitting your delectable ass flush on my lap within this bumpy carriage of a ride?”

His words coated in pure disbelief, his head tossed back in a low whiny voice. His teeth grinding harshly due to the sexual frustration of having an incredibly hot but dense attendant.

Blatantly flaunting your sexy self around him 24/7 with him being unable to take any action except pathetically jerk off in his lonely quarters like a little bitch.

“At this point you must be teasing me! And if that’s not the case then I think me and my dick will cry bloody rivers!”

Rivius huffed, as he flipped up your dress skirt, exposing your panty clad ass to his greedy eyes. While he cursed, fumbling with pulling his slacks down for his erection to bob and wave at the sight of your inviting flesh.

The devil paid no mind to your confused protests, clawed hands jerked off his shaft smearing precum along his length. While his other hand rubbed your pussylips eliciting some wetness to start accumulating against the skin pad of his fingers.

“For Satan’s sake how fucking obvious to I have to be for you to get the hint that I want to love the ever living soul out of you?! You beautiful dumb treasure of a woman”

The hellion ranted aggressively with a peeved expression on his demonic noble features. As he practically fingered you through the thin expanse of your panties dipping a finger or two inside your molten core.

Impatient as he was, he made sure to take his time enjoying the wetness of your cunt sop around his fingers for a few minutes. Before briefly pulling them out in favor for pulling down your underwear for more access.

“Shit, I can’t take this anymore! This is all your fault you know—! The amount of times I’ve suffered from you giving me blueballs is enough to warrant me in getting what I’m rightfully owed!”

Soon enough your underwear disappeared in a flash, only to be replaced with a sharp pointy tip of his dick which glazed your folds in excrements. He’d frantically raw dogged against your wet silt. His arms restricting your movements from how tightly he winded them around your waist and midriff.

And despite his earlier words, being the needy softie he is when it came to you only, Rivius whimpered hushed pleas to sink his aching slimy member inside of you.

“Please, please, please… Let me inside you! I- I’ll even be satisfied with just the tip! My sweet attendant, I truly can’t take being outside you for any longer. Please allow me fill you up”

A couple minutes later he was pussy drunk, as soon as his cock sunk within your heat he was a goner. Spurting ropes of impure spunk within your snatch prematurely as he hunched over your shoulder with teary eyes of overstimulation while he pathetically humped his sensitive dick deeper inside your gooey tight walls. With choked sobs of gratitude and relief leaving his lips from finally getting what he needed.

[trashmouth-richie]

𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

love sick! eddie x fem reader

eddie comes to your house in the middle of a rainstorm begging for something you can’t give him

hurt no comfort, reader is kinda a fuck girl in this situation, eddie is sweet, smut 18+ only mdni

Rain pattered loud against the windows, thunder clapped and rumbled in before the lightning rode behind and brightened the midnight sky. His hair was sopping wet, dark waves drenched to silky ropes. You didn’t know how long he was knocking before the repetitive noise had woken you. 

He was soaked.

Soggy Reeboks squished against the doormat as he chattered his teeth unwillingly through the threshold of your front door. 

Water pooled around his feet as you counted the slow drops of rain falling  from his fingertips onto the carpet. A steady rhythm— anything to keep your eyes from seeing the hurt etched into his face. 

A fling was all this was supposed to be. Nothing serious.   No feelings. You kept your side of the bargain but Eddie fell for you before he could stop himself. He thought if he kept his feelings hidden you wouldn’t catch onto them, or maybe he silently hoped you also had feelings for him. 

It wasn’t until he noticed your car parked outside of Steve Harrington’s house, on the way to work one morning. Dew slicking your windows, that he realized you had been there since night, having spent the evening tucked into a king bed with Steve, of all people.  

He ignored his aching heart, shook away the hurt. The smile he put on when you stopped by his work to have a quickie in the bathroom, was practically believable, award winning.

Your car showed up in other driveways, and he wondered if you’d always been there— under his nose, or if this was new for you. 

Eddie wanted you all to himself. But that was not part of what this was. Months went by and he never once turned down your midnight calls. He ignored hickies that weren’t from him, earrings with initials that weren’t his or yours. He wouldn’t dare lose you because he couldn’t handle how he felt. But one night he messed up.

The night was like any other, he was buried inside of you, as you rode him in the tub. Soapy water was splashed all over the floor, his tattoos looked alive beneath the shimmery smears of body wash. As your tits bounced in his face, your fingers were curled tight at the back of his neck, wringing the wet from his curls. 

And it slipped.

You felt so good, your perfect body full in his hands, delicious curves and smooth skin he could never get enough. He’d never forget the tangy lick of cherry on your lips, the way your eyes closed as you came. 

Three words fell like a prayer from his lips, a spewed string of murmurs that stung his eyes from relief, finally letting it out. And as he came you stopped cold. 

And that was it. 

It had been a month. Arguably the worst month of Eddie Munson’s life. 

A month spent drunk and high, only to find out that the demons couldn’t be deceived. The reality of you telling him it was over hit him over and over again. Your face, the tears you wouldn’t allow yourself to fall, blinded his dreams, tortured his sober hours. He was a wreck. 

Arms crossed tight, socked toes working into the carpet you haven’t stopped staring at the water running from his rings. 

“Eddie… what are you doing in the rain?” 

He couldn’t tell you that he walked here from The Hideout. That he just needed to see your face. 

“Are you drunk?” You reach for the keys on the little hook shelf he had put up for you after it sat in a plastic bag on your table for weeks. He teased you about knowing your way around a screw driver, put the wall stud meter on himself and told you it was broken when it didn’t beep.

He didn’t say anything and you sighed clutching the keys in your palm and reaching for a jacket, “c’mon, let me drive you home.” 

He held your arm before it could grip the cotton of your jacket, bringing it down to your side. 

“Please..” he begged, a cold hand moved to your cheek and you finally looked at him. Almost taken aback by the purple circles of agony coloring his under eyes, his skin was sickly ghost-white and pale, “I wanted to see you.” 

You breathed his name as his fingers curled around your jaw, sighing, closing your eyes, “I can’t… I can’t be what you need.” 

Love wasn’t for you. It never had been, and he understood that… until he didn’t, until he told you he loved you, until he swore you felt the same. But you didn’t, you couldn’t. 

He felt insane coming here. The guys tried to stop him but he wouldn’t listen.

“I know, I just…” what he wanted was you, wanted to feel your body pressed to his, wanted to taste your lips as you desperately unzipped his pants— giggling in the empty hallway to his bedroom. 

He wanted to hear your pretty sighs as he nipped at your thighs, feel your knees buckle when his fingers pushed past your warm slick lips under your skirt. 

“..didn’t get to— I know you can’t change how you feel but..”

“Eddie…”

“…lie to me.” 

You’re stunned, staring back at him at his wild eyes filled with so much hurt you could feel it in your soul. “I… don’t understand.” 

He wets his lips then, and you can taste the bated breath on them, the intoxicating essence that Eddie always filled you with, and you yearn for more. 

He’s so close to you now, pressing your back firmly against the shut door. his wet hair beading onto the thin strap of your tank top. 

“Please sweetheart,” he whispers, moving the strap down your arm, “.. lie to me, tell me you love me.” 

You hang your head, murmuring out a plea that’s formed with hot staticky lust and pain, “I don’t want to hurt you Eds.” 

A finger hooks under your chin bringing you back up to him and he smiles with tears in his eyes, “you won’t baby, you never could.” 

You say it and his lips find yours in a heated squish of flesh and teeth. The gasping breath echoing along the walls as Eddie hooks his arms beneath your knees and carries you tight against his chest to your room. 

Your arms untangle the leather jacket from his shoulders, and when he sets you down like a dainty flower on your mattress he finishes the hasty job of wrestling his arms out from the destroyed fabric and it slaps to the ground. 

Clothes are everywhere, yours dry and his completely soaked, he shivers in his nakedness, skin bitter cold to the touch. He seethes when your warm hands pull him down to you, your body practically a furnace against his. 

His mouth is hot against the column of your throat, sliding his tongue around the silk of your skin. His hips roll into your body when he smells your shampoo, fuck he’s missed you. 

You’ve missed him. Nobody in Hawkins could compare to the way Eddie made you feel. 

He intertwined your fingers like lover’s would and you let him. Easy to pretend that you were both on the same page of feelings, everything with Eddie came easy. He’s murmuring nonsense into your neck, tongue swirling, teeth biting, marking you up the last time. 

He wanted to be yours. Wanted you to want to be his. But he had to let you go, and tonight he would spend as much time as he could bringing you over the edge of the peaceful shattering of pleasure. 

He moves down your body kissing between the valley of your tits, lapping up your honey sweet nipples like they were made of nectar. Never getting enough. 

Your pitiful moans dance like dandelions around your room and he nearly cums on your blanket when you pant his name as his tongue licks up your cunt. 

He’d missed your taste, the way he’d fuck you stupid and hours later he could still taste you on his lips. You wrap your thighs around his head like he knew you would. 

A peek up your body and your fingers were fisting the comforter, and he smirked into your clit. 

Whoever you were fucking now must not be doing it right because you had come fast on his tongue not once, but twice, and his heart swelled with pride. 

When he climbed back up the bed, your eyes were shut and you looked drunk, ragged breathing making your heart skip beats. 

He lays beside you, kissing your bare shoulder, working a path to your cheek, waiting patiently for your strength to come back, whispering how he’s missed you, how beautiful you are, and you hold back tears. 

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You said it again when he stretched you open, gasping and crying out from his size, “..fuck, so so so big.” 

He chuckled into your neck, pistoning his hips with a jerk causing you to moan, “don’t want you to forget about me pretty girl.” 

Your reply is snuffed out into his neck, slurred out with moans and murmurs of his name. He fucked you hard then slow, a lazy rhythm with his forehead resting on yours, collecting your lips with his whenever he could, swallowing each others groans.

He’s close, and so are you. You can feel his arms beginning to shake, and his breathing picks up in racing tandem with yours. “where’d you want me?” 

Your eyes are rolled back and you’re arching your back from the bed, babbling a plea of how you don’t care where, and your orgasm snaps. 

Eyes pinched and huffing you both come at the same time, tangled in sweaty sheets and frizzy hair. It’s pure bliss, no matter how ignorant you may both be in the moment.

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Hours pass. Eddie’s light snores keep you company with the hum from the dryer filled with his clothes. Your fingers slide through his curls, working knots out with your fingernails as he lays heavy on your chest. His lips are red from the night, maybe a bit swollen. 

Pushing back his bangs you get a good look at his features. The bulby nose, the silver scar on his forehead that you never thought to ask where it came from. The thick sweep of black lashes contrasting to his porcelain skin. He was beautiful. 

And you were a liar. 

Saying it a third time tonight, you say the three word lie Eddie begged you to tell him. 

He was fooled, and you’d keep doing it to protect him from you. Because saying you loved Eddie, never was a lie. 

[actuallysaiyan]

I'm Full of Sin(Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader)

warnings: cunnilingus/fem receiving oral sex, Kyojuro being loud about licking pussy, vaginal fingering, squirting, pussy juice drinking???, just filthy filthy filthy word count: o.6k pairings: Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader a/n: so this is just a little drabble about how Kyojuro loves to yell passionately about tasty things, and I'm sure this has been done before, but I needed to write it. Also I do NOT own the artwork, I have found it on google and ALL the credits go to the artist.

Everyone knows how loud Kyojuro is. It’s no secret. He yells a lot, mostly out of passion but some think it’s because of the time he ruptured his own eardrums. Either way, you’ve come accustomed to the way that the Flame Hashira seems to yell all the time. And you know it’s never out of malice, because he really isn’t a malicious man. 

Not your proud and strong Kyojuro…no, he is a passionate man.

He’s always one to help out the younger demon slayers. He loves lending a hand to people to show them the proper techniques when it comes to fighting. He even enjoys helping people out when it comes to things outside of fighting. You enjoy admiring him from afar a lot of the time. But you always like to praise him.

A soft word of love and affection goes a long way with your flame. He will smile happily and his cheeks will have the lightest dusting of pink on them. His eyes crinkle with how wide he smiles whenever you truly give him the praise he deserves. But then, there are other times when your praise is a little different…like when you’re in the bedroom.

“So fucking delicious,” Kyojuro moans, his lips smacking a little from lapping at your seemingly endless stream. “I could lick you all night,”

Your hands reach down to tangle in his wild tresses, “P-please, Kyo!”

He chuckles to himself. You’re always so needy whenever he goes down on you like this. And if he’s being honest with himself, he gets just as needy. He’s between your thighs, his sleeves rolled up as he has two fingers plunged into your sopping cunt, and the lower half of his face is just drenched in your nectar. Yet, he knows he could just never ever get enough. The way you keep moaning his name makes his cock throb.

“Delicious! Delicious little pussy!” he can’t stop moaning loudly. He’s always been known to passionately moan out when things are delicious, you just never thought he’d do it while licking your pussy. He’s grunting and groaning, the words sometimes mumbled or sometimes loud.

You tug at his hair, your thighs shaking and shuddering. You aren’t even sure how you’re supposed to hold on for much longer. It all feels so good, and he just makes it all so much better by yelling and moaning about your delicious and tasty little pussy.

“So tasty, so wet!” Kyojuro moans once more, and he’s just losing himself into this pleasure as well. You watch as he sucks on your sensitive little bud, making you cry out. The way his fingers work inside of you, it only makes you leak out more juices.

“Close! So fuckin’ close,” you whine for him, tugging even harder on his wild hair. He grunts as he pulls out his fingers. He needs to taste you directly from the source.

With his tongue now plunged into your dripping hole and his calloused fingers on your swollen clit, you know there is absolutely no way you’re going to be able to last much longer. You’re panting, whining and pleading with him not to stop, even though you know he’d never do that to you. He’s not the type of man to edge and tease you.

When you cum, it’s explosive. Your thighs shake and your juices begin gushing everywhere, making Kyojuro even more excited. He drinks you all up, moaning and yelling about how delicious and delectable you taste. If anyone was around, they’d most definitely be able to hear the two of you. Even as you come down from your intense high, Kyojuro has his tongue stuck so deep inside your cunt to taste the remnants of your orgasm.

Then he pulls away, settling his face on your thigh and stroking your skin so softly. He has this lovesick smile on his face.

“You,” he starts, “are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.”

[linpunny]

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ Call me daddy✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

Dessy: look at me. he's daddy now.

Synopsis: Aizetsu hears you call him "Daddy" which unlocks his breeding kink.

CW: Praise kink, breeding kink, slight blood play (tiny bit), implied kontting, shy dom!Aizetsu, size kink, pet names, daddy kink

Word count: 653

@enchantedforest-network

Pairing: Shy dom!Aizetsu x Fem slayer!Reader

*Reader has a kitty kat but no pronouns*

Aizetsu whined as he left desperate wet kisses down the expanse of your neck as he bounced you on his thick cock. His clawed hands dig deeply into the soft plush of your hips, sharp black nails stained red with your blood as he relentlessly slams you down on his dick over and over again. The sweet scent of your blood fills the room as the scratches on your hips continue to drip crimson only fueling the desire of the demon that was stuffing your tiny pussy full of his cock. “My pretty human, you smell so sweet….it’s -its’s intoxicating.” His fangs grazed the shell of your ear, and you couldn’t tell if he was talking about the scent of your blood or the arousal that was spilling from the place you two were connected. 

The wet gooey pat-pat-pats of his hips snapping into yours and his whimpers echoed throughout the room growing louder as his movements became sloppier. You knew he was so close as he begged for assurance, seeking praise in-between sucking red bruises into the skin of your chest, one hand still locked on tight to your hip as the other kneaded your breast. “Please tell me how good I’m making you feel, I need to hear that it feels good for you too.” Despite the way your mouth was parted, pupils blown wide and the lewd moans that were leaving your lips every time he thrusted up, Aizetsu needed to hear you speak. He had to hear you say it. 

“L-look at me little slayer, am I making you feel good?” His hand left your breast, claw hooking under your chin to force you to look into his deep ocean blue kanji eyes before he closed them, stealing a kiss from your trembling lips. You whined as you rolled your hips, his dick hitting the soft spongy spot that made you see stars. Aizetsu pulled away from your kiss swollen lips to let you breath, whimpering once again, “Please…please? Should I stop since you won’t answer?” It was a genuine question. His brows knitted together with concern, face flushed as he held you in place. 

“D-don’t stop!! Love it s’much~!” You pleaded rocking your hips against his, “feels so fucking good, want you to cum inside, daddy.” You whispered into his shoulder forgetting how good the demon’s hearing was. His eyes widened, face flushing the deepest shade of red as his hand gently grabbed the back of your head guiding you into a needy kiss, his tongue sliding in for a taste of his sweet little human. 

Aizetsu laid you down, mouth still desperately pressing kisses into your bruised lips, his hands slipped under your knees to push your thighs to your chest, folding you into a mating press.“Can I really…?” 

“Yes , want you to cum inside Aizetsu.” You replied breathlessly. 

“Say it again. Call me daddy. I will cum inside as many times as you want plaything. Please say it again” he bashfully looked at you, his voice soft as he teased your folds by rubbing his hard cock through slick covered folds.

“Want you to fill me up Daddy…” you placed both hands on his strong forearms, squeezing the muscles, silently encouraging him to continue. He nodded rubbing his dick over your sensitive clit a few times before sheathing himself deep inside, setting a brutal pace.

“Daddy will breed you so good my little pet, don't worry. I won't make you regret this.” The large breeding knot near his thick swollen tip kissed your cervix begging for entrance as he pounded your body into the mattress, the bed creaking as he jackhammered his dick into your sopping wet pussy without abandon. Aizestu looked down at you with adoration swirling behind his kanji eyes watching your blissed out expression as you creamed around his cock. You would make such a pretty breeding slut for him, and only him.

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[jarofstyles]

FICTOBER DAY 24- Holding Back

yeah so... it's angel yn x demon h smut and it's filthy so here we goooo.

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WARNINGS- demon h, angel Y/N, mean Dom h, dumbification, degradation, choking, hair pulling, etc. Just filth.

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Holding her hair in a ponytail, Harry’s hand drug her back to press her back against his sweaty chest. His hips continued to move, the slap of skin audible in the room, but Y/N was trying to keep it down. 

 “You’re holding back.” He hissed into her ear, the tingles of her hair being gripped and his lips so close making her body shiver. The demon was rough with her, just the way she’d found herself craving, one hand curling around her throat as she let out the most pathetic whimper she’d ever hear. “Who cares if anyone hears, hm? It’s what you need to do.”

His cock was deep in her, fucking into her sopping wet cunt, and he knew he was directly where she liked being fucked. “Poor little Angel. Still so afraid of letting people see even a bit of Dirt.” He cooed, slowing his thrusts and hitting deep, making her mouth fall open and a wheezy squeak leaving her lips. 

“I think that’s what it is. Y’walk around, like you’re this holy, sweet, innocent little thing. Perfect Angel, so soft spoken and touch so delicate. But when the door is closed.” He squeezed a bit harder with his fingers on her throat, making her gasp again. “The door is closed and you’re getting your holes fucked by the very creature you claim to hate. Sweet little Angel Y/N, God’s favorite… Is getting raw fucked by the demon who followed you home.” He snickered, loving that he had been her downfall. 

If Y/N wasn’t in the midst of pleasure, she would smack him hard. She would turn her nose up in the air, stomp her foot and leave. But she wasn’t there, she was being fucked by said man so well that her body was clay for him to model, her cunt wrapped around him and getting sparks of pleasure rendering her brain useless. “Hm? No retort from the pretty ice queen?” His tongue licked over her jaw, letting her breathe better for a moment as she shook her head. It was the right answer, because she was rewarded with her hair being released and sneaking down to rub at her throbbing clit. 

“Right answer, Angel girl. Got you so drunk on my cock that you’ve turned into a braindead little slut.” His voice got rougher, making her clench around him. He was soaked with her arousal, balls dripping with it, and he was enjoying every second of it. “Big and proper when we’re out there but the moment we’re alone you fall to the ground and mouth at my cock, get on those knees and open that pretty little mouth just so I can spit into it, fuck it… whatever I want because you’re just my little toy, yeah Angel?” He felt her try to nod, but that wasn’t enough.  “Use your words. Tell me you’re just my toy to fuck.” 

“I’m just… I’m your- I’m just your toy to f-fuck.” She shivered, her brain pleasantly floating as he fucked her. Y/N didn’t know sex could be as good as it was and surely she would pretend to hate depraved things such as this when she left the room- but something about the demon made her want to submit fully. Allowed herself to go blank, to take him the way he wanted her to. “Please,please,please, can I?” She pleaded, wanting so badly to cum. The stroke of his cock and his fingers rubbing over her clit and the nibbling of her jaw, it was the perfect storm. She was so close to letting go, so close to cumming all over his thick cock and then- 

He stopped. Fingers stilling on her clit, cock buried to the hilt and stopping, Y/N cried out in loss as he cooed at her. “None of that. You’re going to cum when I want you to, beautiful thing. If you’re going to turn your back on me out there, that’s fine. But I want you to remember being edged as many times as you can be. Roll your eyes at me saying hello next time and m’not going to let you come at all. You’ve got to be reminded what you are.” He kissed away a tear, pulling her to lay her head back on him. “A slut for a demon, a personal whore. You’ve signed up for this, you come knocking at my door to apologize… Give me this sweet body and a promise of being better next time… I think the only way to make a girl like you learn, is if I take away what you’re after.” Harry’s hand crawled up her belly, pressing over where he was sure he was buried, rocking back and forth into her to get some relief. 

“Because none of those angels can fuck you the way you want. You want flower petals and champagne and a slow rock of a fuck? Go on to them. But you won’t because underneath that angelic body, lays the prettiest, most willing to please slut that wants a pounding.” His chuckle made her shudder again, pressing his lips to her cheek. “As long as you remember you’re mine and show me a bit more respect? I can continue to make this happen. Do you understand me?” 

“Yes- yeah, I do Harry. I’m sorry.” She whined, cut off when his hand smacked over her breast.  As much as she tried, Harry was the one who shut her brain off. Let her focus on pleasure and give her a sweet pain to remember the next day, making her feel more alive than she had ever been. “I am yours, I promise.” 

“I know that.” He stated. “Get back down and turn around. Want to see you cry for my cum.”

[hyperiondickrider]

Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 3)

Vox x Reader; Valentino x Reader; Alastor x Reader; maybe Lucifer x Reader

After your untimely death, Mr Vox was kind enough to take you in and give you a job as his assistant. However, it appears that you’ve caught the eyes of few other demons, who are certainly not afraid of a little competition…

It was late when Vox got home. Work had him swamped, with interviews to film, and scripts to review, and he had texted you not to wait up.

So imagine his surprise when he walks into your shared studio, to find you curled up on the couch, whimpering out of discomfort.

Your ears perked up at the sound of the door handle turning, the door creaking open to let in the artificial light of the corridor.

“M-Mr Vox..?”

He simply couldn’t resist cooing at the sight of you, your teary eyes hopeful now that he had finally arrived, a small puddle soaking the velvet of the couch underneath where you lay, a testament to your touching of yourself.

“Oh, dollface, I told you not to wait up, bunny. Y’know how late it is?” He teased you lightly.

You could only respond with a whine, making grabby hands at his tall figure, beckoning him towards you, to give you the attention you so desperately craved.

“Poor baby, are your fingers too small to satisfy you properly? You must’ve been suffering all day; I’ve been meaning to tell Val not to get you so worked up if he’s not gonna help you out after. C’mere, babydoll.”

He scooped you up from your place on the couch, carrying you bridal style to his bedroom, the rumbling vibration of his chest as he hummed providing a sense of comfort as you clung onto him desperately.

With a gentle push of his hips he shut the door behind you two, laying you gently on the bed, caressing your face and petting your hair, until he could control himself no longer, muffling your small whimpers and whines as he licked your lips, enjoying their softness before his tongue forced its way into your mouth.

He drove his leg between your thighs, holding your wrists above your head with one hand, the other massaging your ears in your favourite way, rubbing them between his fingers and thumb. He swallows up your mewls and whines, grinning against your lips when you bucked your hips against his thigh, aching for stimulation.

He drew back just to get a better look at you, stopping his ministrations entirely, causing you to whimper and tear up.

Satan, you looked pathetic already.

After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled your back against his chest, leaning against his headboard. Pressing hot kisses down your neck, one of his hands slithered down your body, finding refuge between your legs. He smirked, feeling how sopping wet your flimsy panties were, a cute pink pair with bows as well. He pulled the pair to the side, circling a clawed finger around your entrance, gathering up your wetness before moving it up to apply gentle pressure to your puffy clit, flicking it softly.

“M-Mr Vox, hah~, p-please, I-i need you..” Already you were struggling to form coherent sentences.

“You okay there, babydoll? You’re bein awfully needy today, princess.” He plunged two finger into your core, catching you off guard. With his fingers deep inside you in a bowling ball grip, he finally began curling his finger, squeezing that spongy spot deep in your walls, that you yourself could never quite reach. You let out a deep moan at this, throwing your head back in pleasure, your legs shaking as his pace increased.

His own strong legs kept your thighs open, as your reflexes tried to shut them from the stimulation.

“You gonna cum, babydoll? C’mon, s’ok, you can cum for me.”

“T-Thank you, sir, hah~..”

He increased his pace once again, curling his finger harshly, scraping your gummy walls with delicious pressure. His thumb came down to rub tight circles into your clit, finally pushing you over the edge.

“C-cumming, s-sir!”

With a final yelp and whimper, you finally come, walls pulsating and clenching around his thick fingers, as he pinched your clit, prolonging your release. Presses soft kisses to your dazed face, he gently praises you for your compliance, whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

“Such a good girl for me, hm? Always listening to me, asking for permission to cum. Good job, dollface.” Your face flushed at the praise, growing wetter once again, combined with Vox’s rock hard boner pressing against your ass.

Vox flips you onto your stomach, your ass up with your back arched, as he quickly undid his slacks, leaving his dress shirt on, forearms exposed.

He spat on his hand, pumping his cock a few times before rubbing the swollen, red tip. Finally satisfied, he aligned it with your hole, dragging his tip up and down your cunt, collected your wetness and poking your clit. Your desperate whines were enough to convince him to continue, finally pushing in, hitting himself in your warm, wet pussy.

He set a harsh pace, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust, stretching out your walls with a delicious pain, heavy balls slapping against your clit causing such pleasure it was almost painful.

“F-fuck, babydoll, ease up a little, you’re gonna milk me dry.” Vox tried to maintain his composure, his screen starting to glitch out at the intense stimulation, the lights in the room beginning to flicker.

“S-sir, feels so g-good, ah~, I-I’m close!” Your small hands gripped the sheets, as one of his hands reached forward to grab you by the ears, their sensitivity heightened by your arousal.

He tugged on your ears, forcing your back to arch even further, as he angled his hips to hit your sweet spot, abusing it until you were seeing stars. Your vision began to fade as you started seeing black spots, the coil inside your stomach ever tightening.

“Hah~ I-I’m gonna c-cum, Mr Vox!” With a final thrust into your sweet spot, you came around his cock, clenching down so hard his release followed shortly after, burying himself inside you as his screen buffered intensely.

“F-fuck, bunny.” He collapsed onto you, pulling out as a stream of cum flowed out of you, your shaky legs covered in a combination of his and your cream.

Pulling you close, he opted to pick you up and carry you to his bathtub, doubtful you could stand for a shower. He ran the tub, adding salts and bubbles since he knew you loved a bubble bath, and occasionally snapped his fingers in front of your face to make sure you remained conscious.

Finally, he scooped you up and placed the two of you in the bath together, leaning you up against his chest as he gently washed the two of you, seemingly enjoying the intimacy of it.

“You feelin better, bunny? M’sorry I wasn’t here to help you earlier. I’ll shoot a text to Val so he’ll stop bein so mean to ya.”

“Yeah, thank you, Mr Vox. I’m feelin better now. I’ll be sure to work extra hard tomorrow so you can see how grateful I am.” You smiled warmly up at him, your gaze meeting his own, as you embraced him in the warmth of the bathtub.

You really were too gentle, it’s a wonder why you’re in hell to begin with.

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[tokyo-debunkers-headcanons]

ya know how jin usually wears his jacket uniform around his shoulders? my brain literally does not shut up abt this so would it be possible to request a romantic headcanon/drabble with frostheim and vagastrom boys where they give their jacket to the reader (and ur reasons for why you think they do) :’)

Thank you for sending in a request!

JIN KAMURAI

he doesn't give his jacket up easily, just be aware. And as stated before He's not big on PDA but I think he'd get a little jealous if they were out and about together. If they were really cold He'd give it up, but he'd absolutely complain about it first. (CAPTAIN! DRABBLE SPOTTED ON STARBURD SIDE!)

Jin glared around at the dirty Vagastrom pit. If it wasn't for MC being there for a mission, he wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this for fun. He didn't trust those thugs to make sure MC got back to their dorm okay. When he finally spotted them, he made a B line for them, noticing some general students getting too close for comfort. He stepped in, using his powerful voice and stigma, saying,

"Stand down you thugs!"

Jin swiftly walked up to a shocked looking MC, taking off his jacket and throwing it over their shoulders. He placed a hand on their shoulder, glaring daggers at the general students and guiding MC out of there. When they were out he grabbed their hand and started leading them. Without taking his eyes off of where he was going he said,

"From now on, whenever you come to this shit hole. You take my jacket, is that clear?"

TOHMA ISHIBASHI

Okay, Tohma would give them his jacket if they were cold but I think it would be more of a shield from others if that makes sense. Like to cover them up or to comfort them when something is happening. (WELCOME TO THE DRABBLE DOME!)

Tohma narrowed his eyes as he watched MC leaving Frostheim for the day. He had spotted some general students milling about and getting closer to MC. He stayed where he was until one of the students had tried to grab their arm. In what seemed like a flash, Tohma was there with his typical smile. He held on to the offending students wrist tightly, his composure never cracking. After a moment he let go of the students wrist, and slipped off his jacket, placing it over MC's shoulders. He looked down at them saying,

"Please do forgive them MC. It seems I will have to teach them proper guest etiquette"

KAITO FUJI

Kaito would TRY to give MC his jacket like he's seen in movies and magazines. But he would get WAY too worried about if there was some sort of stain on it from lunch or if it smelled weird. Like if its raining, he'd be too worried about the condition of the jacket to realize MC either ran for cover already.....or is already soaked from the rain. (WE ARE LIVING IN A DRABBLE WORLD! AND I AM JUST A DRABBLE GORL!)

Kaito took a deep breath and shifted his uniform jacket as he walked MC back to their dorm. He saw on his phone that it was supposed to rain today and he purposefully 'forgot' his umbrella. As they were walking it started to drizzle, before quickly turning into a downpour. Kaito thanked whatever diety was out there for this chance. He swiftly took off his jacket, draping it over their shoulders and grabbing their hand to run back to MC's dorm. He laughed along the way, picturing what it looked like to MC. what he thought was a cute scene from a movie.....was really him dragging MC by the hand in the pouring rain. When they finally DO make it back to MC's dorm, they're both sopping wet and MC says,

"Thanks for lending me your jacket and all Kaito.....but i hope you know there's a hole in one of the sleeves."

Kaito died a little inside when MC told him that.

LUCAS ERRANT "LUCA"

Luca, being the lovely English gentlemen he is. He will always give MC his jacket even if it's just a little windy. He would beat himself up if MC got sick when they were with him. (EXTRY EXTRY! DRABBLE FOR ENGLISH BOI!)

Lucas had sent MC a message to meet him in the library to do more research on both their curse and demons. He was making his way to the library, when he spotted them. He waved and jogged up to them, a small smile on his face. He grabbed their hand and gently squeezed it. Keeping their fingers interlocked while they walked together.

MC was mentioning something that happened in one of their classes when Luca felt a drop of something hit his nose. He looked up, noticing clouds overhead. Without hesitating he took off his jacket and placed it on top of MC's head to shield them from the rain. He pressed his hand against their lower back gently guiding them into the building. MC fussed over how he was wet, but he brushed it off with a smile and a soft hand on their cheek, saying,

"I'll be fine MC. I was more worried about you. I wouldn't ever want you to get sick. I promised to protect you after all"

ALAN MIDO

Okay to start with, Alan doesn't wear his jacket. He HAS one, he just doesn't wear it. He has a vest though so its CLOSE ENOUGH! But with his vest, they HAVE to tell him that they're cold AND ask him for his vest. He has no objection to give it to them if they're cold. But his mind is on other things, he's not gonna get the hint if they just tell him that they're cold.

Alan was on his back, working on one of the cars in the Vagastrom garage while he waited for his partner to show up. Tonight was supposed to be date night and they agreed to spend some time together doing seperate things (its called parallel play for those who don't know!). He rolled out to grab a drink of water and a different tool when MC walked in. They were holding their arms and shivering slightly. He greeted them and went back under to work on the car.

MC sat down on the couch and cleared their throat. Alan rolled back out and asked them what was wrong. When they told him it was cold, he offered to get them a blanket or something. When they refused that offer, he didn't know what else to do and went back under. MC sighed and got his attention by calling his name. He rolled back out and asked,

"Did you change your mind on that blanket?"

MC had not and just asked him straightforward,

"Alan sweetie, I'm cold. Can I please borrow your vest?"

He thought about it for a moment before telling them no, then getting up and walking away. MC sat there SHOCKED. For a moment they were upset, but after a minute or two, Alan came back with a uniform jacket, tossing it towards MC, saying,

"Wear that. It'll look better on you than me anyways"

SHOHEI HAIZONO "SHO"

I feel like Sho would hand MC his jacket whenever he's either about to cook, or about to fight. He'd give it to them if they were cold sure, but he'd complain about them not being prepared.

Sho made his way back to the Vagastrom dorms with bags full of ingredients. He texted his partner MC to show up with an appetite. He was glad to see MC already at the dorms by the time he got back and parked Bonnie (his bike) properly. He raced past them into the Vagastrom kitchen, urging them to follow.

When they came in, they saw Sho adjusting his bandana to keep the hair out of his face and taking off his jacket. He held it out to MC saying,

"Hang onto this for me babe. I'm about to make a master piece"

Seeing the fire in his eyes, MC gladly took his jacket, slipping it on and sitting down at the kitchen counter. They watched as he expertly cooked: cutting vegetables, frying and double frying meats, even his plating was mesmerizing to watch. When he was finished he set the hot plate down in front of MC with a smirk.

LEO KUROSAGI

Leo would NOT give them the jacket he wears. Its a very expensive jacket that he got from a brand deal. The only time he would willingly give MC his jacket is if something happened and they were really really upset (not at him though)

Leo sighed as he walked to MC's dorm. He didn't bother knocking as he came into the old cathedral. He looked around calling for MC. He eventually found them curled up in bed, sobbing. He cringed a bit, not entirely comfortable with such intense emotions. He took a minute to think before sighing dramatically. He sat down on the edge of the bed and threw his jacket over their sobbing form. He put a gentle hand on their back, saying,

"Just try not to get any tear streaks on it, okay?"

[babygorewhore]

Sweet girl.

You find your crush and best friend in a very…interesting place one night.

Okay. Wow so there’s no plot. Only filth and a horny demon got ahold of me and literally possessed me. I have no explanation. Thank you to @xxhellfirebunnyxx for beta reading and dealing with my whore ways.

Warnings! Uhhh…all of it-Jerking off to clothes, degrading, blowjob, unprotected sex, 3SUM, insulting, recording porn, spanking, slapping. If I missed any I mean it’s filthy. Dark! JJ AND dark!rafe!

The last thing you expected was to see your crush in your bedroom, Rafe Cameron with your new pair of panties. He was smelling them and you saw his hand inside his pants. You also really didn’t expect to see your best friend and roommate JJ Maybank with your pillow with his own pants down.

You shrieked and they both jumped slightly.

“What the fuck is going on??” your jaw was hanging open and you expected them to humbly explain what the hell was going on. They were enemies. Sworn enemies at that. And your crush on Rafe was a secret.

But JJ rushed over to you and grabbed your throat. Squeezing lightly. “Don’t act so surprised, baby. We both know you want us.”

“Your little friend decided to tell me you’ve been eye fucking me. And how else would I get in here and steal all this shit?” Rafe also stood and approached you.

Oh god. It was like they read your mind about your darkest and most private fantasy. Your core soaked through your underwear underneath your skirt. Your nipples hardened as JJ slammed you against the wall, his cock clearly aroused and Rafe was smirking next to him.

“Aw, look. She can’t stop squeezing her thighs together. Sure she can take us?” JJ asked Rafe, casting a brief glance at him.

“Yeah, she can. We’re gonna break her and she’s gonna like it.” Rafe growled. He reached over and grabbed your shirt, pulling you to the ground.

Your pussy was so wet it dripped down your legs as you sank to your knees.

“That’s it, sweet girl. You’re gonna swallow all my cum and then he’s gonna stretch that pretty pussy.” Rafe ordered and you immediately pulled his cock out his pants. He groaned as it slapped against his stomach and you held the weight in your hands and swiped your thumb around the precum tip.

“Fuck, baby girl. This is so much better than stealing your clothes. Spread your legs. Wanna see your messy cum.” JJ said with his hand wrapping around your hair and shoving your forward, not giving your throat a moment to prepare as you took Rafe in your mouth.

He hit the back of your throat as your lips sucked him slowly and your tongue worked the tip at the same time. You tried not to gag as you felt JJ knelt down, his hand finding your pussy as your knees were spread. His fingers circled your clit and you found yourself slacking as Rafes pace stopped and he pulled out.

JJ lightly smacked your cheek from behind with his non-sticky fingers and he gripped your jaw. “We didn’t say you could fucking slow down.” He growled.

“Now I’m gonna fuck you and you’re gonna suck him off. If you slow down, we won’t cum and we’ll leave. We know how much you wanna be our little fuck slave.”

His filthy words made you choke on a moan as Rafe slammed his cock back into your mouth as JJ pulled you onto all fours, his own dick pressing into your pussy. The skin of Rafe’s cock was sopping wet from your drool as your eyes rolled back from both the pleasure of hearing him moan and JJ’ slamming into you from the back.

They both pulled your hair so hard you thought they’d rip it out.

“She’s such a dirty little whore, isn’t she? Our little bitch.” Rafe grunted, his hips thrusting rhythmically.

“Fuck, she’s so hot. You should see yourself right now, sweet girl. Let us both use your holes.” JJ then digs his fingers into your ass.

Rafe was about to spill into your mouth before he pulled out, allowing his cum to coat the lower half of your chin and neck. But he didn’t stop there, he viciously smeared his cum into your mouth with his fingers, “Fucking choke on it, dumb slut.”

JJ was relentless as he pounded into you, you were so wet you heard squelching sounds through the room as he slapped your ass, “Don’t. Fucking. Cum.” he barked as he felt your movements start to curl.

Rafe pulled out his phone as your eyes rolled back from JJ pulling out and slamming back in, filling you up to the hilt balls deep. “Now we have our own little video don’t we?” Rafe’s flash went off as you almost screamed.

“That’s it, fucking scream for us. Think we were gonna just stop?” JJ taunted as Rafe threw him a pair of your panties.

He shoved them into your mouth as your fingers tried to balance yourself as he rutted, close to his peak. Your eyes were dripping with tears as you moaned against the material. Rafe laughed cruelly and knelt down.

“Did you think we’d let you get away with it? Hiding your little obsession with us?” He mocked. “Oh, you poor little bunny. Thinking we wouldn’t know.”

“You’re so pathetic.” JJ grunted before you felt him spill inside you, bringing you both to orgasm as your stomach tightened and then released.

“Look at her go…that didn’t take long.” Rafe chuckled darkly. JJ released you, right into Rafe’s arms as he picked you up by your underarms and tossed you on the bed.

He crawled over you, his eyes dark and brooding. “You still gonna be all nice and tight for me, little girl?” You peaked and saw JJ holding his own phone as he pocketed the pair of underwear on the floor.

“Yes-“ you tried to speak but he slammed into you, his cock stretching you out painfully and deliciously. Your wet pulsing cunt took him greedily.

“God, look at you. Now, you’re being good, huh? You wanna please daddy?” Rafe taunted between breaths. JJs eyes were dark too, a jaded shade of blue.

“Hey, stay awake for us, baby. This took a lot of planning.” He called out.

You nodded between crying. It felt so good you saw stars. Rafe continued moving harder, his hands pinning yours above your head as his forehead rested on yours, his spit fell in your mouth.

“This is just the fucking start, baby.”

You came for the second time with a scream and he emptied inside you, milking it out as the aftershock hit you both. You violently panted as he removed his cock but stayed above you.

“You’re gonna let us in anytime we want, got it? You’re not gonna complain. You’re going to be good. Do you understand us? And if you think your little best friend over there is gonna take it easy on you?” Rafe shook his head. “You couldn’t be more wrong.”

“Yeah, sweetheart. I know you don’t have anything else planned tonight except for being our cum slut.”

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[yourfatherlucifer]

MDNI - Incubus!Wooyoung

Bunny Hybrid!Reader

Background poly mafia!teez

Connected with Yunho one, more to come.

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Wooyoung stood behind her, his arm wrapping around her tiny waist, “You smell like a good aroused bunny.” His nose buried in her scent gland. The incubus continued to tease her with his fingertips, slowly guiding them to flip up her skirt, “You gonna be a good girl?”

She whined in protest as his fingers glided to her soaked underwear, “A hybrid in heat is the best thing.” Wooyoung chuckled in her ear.

He pushed aside the fabric and teased her swollen clit with the tip of his finger.

“Yeah? You just want to be used, pretty bunny?” His mocking tone went straight to her core, heating her more.

“Wooyoung, please.” She jutted out her lip, ears flat against her head. She tried not to stomp her foot against the floor, frustrated from his teasing.

“Awe, bunny, that’s so cute.” He reached in between their bodies and grabbed at her poof of a tail, yanking it, “but I’m in control.”

She yelped as he pushed her forward into the wall, her hands saving her from the impact, “Wooyoung!”

He threw his head back in a cackle, “You’ll be fine. Spread your legs for me.”

She could hear the sound of him fumbling with his belt and his pants being pushed down to his ankles.

His body pressed against hers once more, his cock pushing against her ass when he flipped up her skirt, “I want to drain you of everything,” he leans down to whisper in her ear, “but I can’t, because then I can’t have my favorite plaything.”

He ran his cock against her folds through her underwear, her sopping wet underwear.

“Fuck I need to be inside of you.” Wooyoung lets out a demonic growl and rips open her underwear from the middle so his cock could easily slide in.

“Please, I need your cum Wooyoungie.” The hybrid whimpered and shook her ass against his pelvis.

Wooyoung quickly turned her around to face him, “Then you’ll get it.” He picks her up and tosses her over his shoulder, taking her out of the room.

He passed by several of his fellow mafia members with a smirk, which one of them frowned in response, “Hey no fair! You got the bunny!” It was San, the cat hybrid who noticed her bare cunt from her being on his shoulder with her skirt folded upwards.

“Get over it.” Wooyoung left him behind and entered his room.

He set her down on the bed, rather gently, “I’m gonna undress you now, pretty.” Wooyoung smiled with his pointed devilish tail swaying behind him.

He climbed on top of her and dragged off her shirt, she immediately covered her breasts, for some reason shy in front of him.

She has had sex with every male in the facility, which was only eight, yet for some reason being bare in front of Wooyoung always got her. Maybe it was because he was incubus. She never knows.

Wooyoung smiled and pried her arms away, "It's okay, I'll only bite if you ask."

She nodded and spread open her legs to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Okay.."

Wooyoung slowly pushed his cock in, eyes squeezing his eyes shut at the bliss of her being wrapped around him, "Careful, don't squeeze me so tight, I would love to make this last with you."

Her nails dug into his shoulder blades with each snap of his hips. Wooyoung set a gentle pace with her, because if he went too hard he knew he'd like break her. He didn't want to do that just yet.

She let out little squeaks with each thrust and hip roll, he always knew how to fuck her just right. It came naturally with his demon type.

His fist grabbed her ears, gripping them tight as he began pounding harder and faster into her. His hips practically jackhammering into her. Moan after moan filled his ears, they were filling his ego and energy.

"Come on, little bunny, cum for me." He growled into her ears and continued his relentless abuse on her cunt.

"Wooyoung!" She cried out, ears sensitive from his grip and her cunt squeezing tightly around him.

After minutes of him fucking his cock deep inside, she came around him and left a ring of cum around his cock.

With a final harsh thrust, he also came, and it was a lot, so much that it spilled out past his base.

"Oh, yeah, bunny." He smashed his lips against hers, "I'm gonna invite kitty in here for a round two, sound good?"

[kuro-after-dark]

The Game

Mammon x fem!reader smut

Summary: in which you play a naughty game with the Avatar of Greed and lose but you still gets a reward anyway.

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CW: use of toys, facefucking, public sex, cream pie, light degradation, implied breeding kink (ig) exhibition kink i think I got everything

Imagine playing a game with your favorite demon. It’s just a small simple game: you’ll both wear a vibrating toy for the entirety of the day and who ever cums first is at the mercy of the winner- they have to do what ever the winner asks for 24 hours starting from the end of the game. Sounds easy, right? And that’s how you hook him into your fun.

Mammon agrees- always so eager to see you bend to his will. He’s already thinking about what he’ll make you do when he wins. Some of those thoughts are innocent, others are more naughty however. He doesn’t quite realize what he’s signing himself up for just yet. Doesn’t realize that when you play these kinds games you play for keeps.

You smile sweetly as you tape the toy around his cock. This is all part of your plan. You want to see him coming undone over and over again when you win and you’ll do anything to make that happen.

You slip your own toy inside easily, nestling it just right against your g-spot, and hand him the control to it. You’ve got the control to his and you both click them on to the lowest setting and go about your day.

As you sit in the classes you share at RAD, you take great pleasure in dialing up the intensity on him suddenly for a few seconds. Watching him try to hide the gasp he lets out while subtly readjusting his very obvious erection is entertaining- especially when he returns the favor.

You’ll give the demon credit for his resolve and self-control. You thought for sure by lunch at the latest, he’d have made a nice little mess in his slacks for you to clean up but the both of you are still going strong in your little competition.

It’s when you arrive back at the House of Lamentation that another idea pops into your mind. There was a new club in the red-light district you’d been wanting to drag Mammon to so once you two drop off your school bags and change into something much more appropriate for a club, that’s where you head.

The atmosphere is charged with sexual energy the minute you walk in. Erotic moans and lewd slapping of skin against skin fills your ears and turns you on even more than the constant hum of the vibrator inside you.

Mammon knows exactly what you’re doing the moment, you push him down onto one of the many couches and staddle him. He opens his mouth to playfully accuse you of cheating in your guy’s game, but you silence him by turning the intensity of his vibrations to max. The demon’s head falls back as he moans, hips jolting up against yours to seek more friction to which you only smile and oblige with a roll of your own. His body is shaking with the way you grind against the tent in his pants, slow at first, but then growing in intensity and speed.

He looks up at you with such pretty, hooded eyes, pupils blown out in lust. The sight of you above him, clearly enjoying yourself as you hump his clothed cock, makes his balls tighten with anticipation of stuffing your pretty pussy full of his cum. He just needs to hold on just a little bit longer. You have to finish first.

And finish first you do, when Mammon has enough of the one-sided torture and turns the vibrations inside you to the highest setting. You make such a pretty mess all over his lap as your hips jerk and twitch. Your release soaks right through the lovely lace panties and leaves a sopping wet patch on the front his pants.

With the game won, Mammon smirks in victory as he lifts you up and lays you on the couch. He leaves your toy on allowing it to drive you toward overstimulation as he takes the remote from your hand and switches his off.

“Looks like ya lost, treasure,” that shit-eating grin never falls from his face. “You know what that means, right?”

You nod as your eyes watch his hands undo his pants and pull his leaking cock out.

“Open.”

You obey the simple command as he thrusts roughly into your hot, wet mouth. Mammon’s eyes flutter closed as he exhales a sigh of relief and it’s not long before the demon is chasing his own high, using that pretty mouth of yours as his own personal fleshlight.

“Y’re gonna be my perfect lil’ cumdumpster tonight, got it?”

The sound of your agreement only excites him further as the coil that had been winding in his stomach all day finally snaps and thick spurts of his pearlescent release shoot down your throat.

He rides out his first high with slow thrusts, eyes rolling back every time you swallow around him until he withdraws.

“On your knees, baby.” He smirks as you submit, his hands smoothing up your drenched thighs and pushing your skirt out of his way. Your panties go next, giving the demon and unobstructed view of you weeping cunt, clenching and unclenching around the toy still lodged inside.

Mammon pulls out the device setting it on the couch as he mounts you like an animal in heat. His dick glides in easily, all the fluids making a squelching sound and he sets a brutal pace from the get go.

You gasp as you try to rock back into him to get the demon as deep as possible. Watching the other demons around you participating in their own sexual escapades or other stopping theirs to watch the two of you makes you clench impossibly harder around Mammon’s cock.

“You like bein’ watched? Like all of these losers see how good I fuck this pussy?” He laughs as you nod a loud squeal of pleasure erupts from you has his fingers work roughly around your clit. “Dirty little slut. Since you wanna be watched so bad, let’s give ‘em a show.”

Mammon changes your positions. You’re sitting on his lap, facing the crowd of onlookers as he holds your legs open for all to see how your cunt greedily swallows his shaft. He bounces you easily on his lap. Up and down, up and down. It makes your eyes roll back in your head as you arch your back.

It feels so good, the way the veins in his girthy shaft rub so sweetly against every sensitive spot in your needy pussy, how his cockhead bullies your g-spot relentlessly. It makes your toes curl and your core begin to tighten unbearably. You try to warn him that you’re about to cum, but one glance at everyone around you, pleasuring themselves to your downright pornographic display, sends you over the edge.

An absolutely mind blowing orgasm washes over your body goes taut and you scream out. Your release gushes out of you soaking the couch beneath you as you feel Mammon pull you down once more and fill your spasming cunt with his thick seed enough for it to dribble out and down his balls.

Your body shakes as you slowly start to come down and heave ragged breaths. You can hear him chuckle in your ear.

“Oh, Baby, we ain’t done yet.”