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The Hunt

Kinktober Part 4 of 4: Prey

Nsfw content MDNI

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Characters: Lucifer X GN!Reader

CW: Noncon, Knife play, Primal, prey kink, Oral (Giving,) (Potentially ambiguous) Anal penetration (Receiving.) Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous genitals. Rough, vile, unromantic.

A/N: Please make sure you read the CWs; it's really intense. I've wanted to write something like this for a while, so I'm glad I had an excuse with kinktober. Feel free to skip this one. It's vile. Short, but explosive. Lucifer dumps a nude MC in the woods and hunts them. ~1400 Words

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You thought you knew him. You thought you could trust him. Now cold and naked in the middle of the woods, you knew how wrong you’d been.

You woke up and Lucifer was standing over you. Your hands and legs tied, and fully nude, all you could do was struggle while he watched in amusement. Your eyes were blurry after waking, and the piercing morning sun filtering through the trees left your head pounding. The dried leaves dug into your side, rustling as you writhed. He leaned over, a long hunting knife gleaming in his hand, and began to cut the rope around your wrists. As the rope snapped, he moved down to your ankles, and as he sawed the rope, he growled in your ear, “Run. And better hope I don’t find you.”

You scrambled to your feet, twigs, rocks, and leaves scratching at the soles of your bare feet. Panting, you looked over your shoulder and saw him smirking at you as he watched you run away. You could only wonder what he was after, but having just woken up, all you knew was that you had to get away.

Now it’s dark, and you can only guess how much time has passed. You’ve been running through these woods all day, and seen no signs of it ending. Were you running in circles? In your panic, were you even capable of finding a way out?

It’s getting colder each hour, and your fingernails are starting to turn purple. You’ve been shivering since this morning. The cold wind bites your skin so harshly, you just wish you had something to wear.

The sounds of the woods were getting scarier too. Each rustling leaf, or snapping twig makes your blood run cold. Is that him? Is it something worse? You don’t know what lives around here. Something might eat you before Lucifer is able to find you.

How long do you have to run? What do you do if you get out? What if-

Another cracking twig catches your attention, and you whip your head around to see what it was, but again, it looks like nothing. But it has to be something.

Before you even understand what’s happening, your back hits a tree trunk, knocking your breath right out of you. As you process what’s happening, you realize you’re face to face with Lucifer, his hot breath beating on your skin. It would be a nice reprieve from the cold if you weren’t so terrified. The bark of the tree is digging into your skin and your heart is pounding as his gloved hand takes hold of your wrists, pinning them to the tree. The other holds his long knife to your neck.

“Don’t move,” He says.

You just want to scream, but you know it won’t do any good. Instinctively, you struggle against him, and feel the knife dig lightly into your skin. A trickle of warm blood runs down your neck.

“You’re not very good at this, are you?” He asks. He bends over to lick the blood from you, smearing it over your skin.

“What do you want?” You ask, tears building up in your eyes. The hot salty beads run down your cheek as you sniffle.

“I want you to be more obedient,” He answers, trailing the back edge of the cold steel down your neck, stomach and then between your legs.

“Please,” You beg. “Please don’t hurt me, Lucifer.”

“I won’t if you’re good,” He replied, running the edge of his knife across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “There’s a pretty important artery right here if I remember right. The kind that if it were opened, you would bleed out in minutes. Better not move.”

You want to be obedient, but you’re so tired and scared your legs can’t stop shaking, and you feel the tip of the knife dig in, leaving little pin pricks of blood in that thin, soft skin between your legs.

He leans forward and kisses you, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You just sob into him as he holds the knife at your artery.

“Are you tired?” He asks. “Your legs are shaking.” You don’t know what to say, you just keep sobbing. “Get on your knees.”

He pulls the knife away and puts a strong hand on your shoulder. He pushes down, and your knees give way, falling hard onto the rough leaves and dirt.

Unbuttoning his pants, he pulls his hard cock out. With his free hand, he grabs a fistful of your hair, and clenches hard to pull it tight. You wince, as he pulls your face to his cock. Running the side of the knife, and slapping it against your cheek, he says through clenched teeth, “Open up.”

You do as he asks, feeling the warm trickle of tears down your cheek as he shoves his thick cock into your mouth. He pulls you down hard onto it, pushing it into the back of your throat. You gag as he thrusts hard into your mouth repeatedly.

“I said open up,” He growls, turning the blade to your cheek and leaving a small, searing cut. “I don’t want to feel your fucking teeth.”

You try to do what he asks, stretching your jaw as best you can. As he continues to thrust into your mouth, you try your best not to gag so that he won’t hurt you any more than he has already. Thick phlegm is building up in your throat from the gagging and sobs, lubricating his cock well.

It feels like he’ll never stop fucking your face. Your jaw burns from holding it open so much to take his thick cock, and the various cuts across your body are burning oppressively in the cold. The slash in your cheek is mingling with the tears, stinging more than ever and it just makes you want to clench, but you know if you do, he’ll hurt you even more. Or worse. Maybe he’d kill you outright and fuck your corpse while it’s still warm inside. The thought terrifies you, but something deep down tingles in excitement.

He grabs you suddenly by the arm and lifts you to your feet. Spinning you around, he shoves you up against the tree face first, the bark digging into the cut on your cheek. You feel his cock, still wet with your thick phlegm, slide between your asscheeks.

“Please don’t Luci,” You beg, heaving sobs wracking your body.

“Relax,” He growls into your ear. “It will make it easier for you. Not that I care either way.”

You do your best, but as much as you want to, you clench as he starts to enter you. You groan and tighten your jaw at the searing pain.

He has the kindness to at least push in slowly. As he buries his cock into you, you can only sob harder. He bottoms out eventually, and starts to pull back out. As he thrusts back in, you can only hope you did a good enough job pleasuring him with your mouth so this doesn’t last any longer than it has to.

While he took his time getting started, he thrusts harder and harder with each successive pump. It pushes you roughly against the tree, the bark scratching the bare skin of your chest and stomach. He holds your waist with both hands to pull you onto him with each thrust, but you can tell that he’s getting close from the sloppiness of his thrusting and animalistic nature of his grunts.

He thrusts one last time into you, and you can feel his cock throbbing into you, pumping his hot cum inside. Relief washes over you, knowing that it’s over now. He cums so much more than you expect. His thick load leaves you feeling full and repulsive, but the worst part is how you like the way it sits in you.

When he finally pulls out, you fall to your knees, sobbing, and cowering from him. He just zips his pants and says, “We’ll be doing this again.” Your blood runs cold. He did it once, and he’ll do it again. And for how long? When will you have to endure this again? He picks you up and slings you over his shoulder, carrying you away.

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"I'd Kill Them For You"

Kinktober Part 3 of 4: Yandere

Nsfw content MDNI

SERIOUS CWs PLEASE MAKE SURE TO CHECK THEM!!!

Characters: Yandere!Asmodeus X GN!Reader

CW: Yandere, Dubcon, Nipple play, Penetration (Receiving.) Asmo being creepy and onsessive. Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous genitals. A little soft.

A/N: I need Asmo to be quite literally crazy about me. It can be kind of intense, so make sure to check the CW. Asmo is obsessed with MC and will do anything to keep them away from anyone who might want them. ~2000 Words

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You'd been spending an awful lot of time around Asmodeus lately. He seemed to be interested in you and you most certainly were interested in him. Of course, he was beautiful, but he was heart-meltingly sweet as well. The sheer number of times he'd complimented you had boosted your ego to meteoric heights and he was always sharing makeup and skincare products, or taking you shopping to buy your own. He treated you like a princess.

When he caught you in the hall and suggested a girls' night, it was anything but unexpected. Of course you accepted enthusiastically.

Now you're at his door and immediately after you knock, he answers, "Come in!"

Without hesitation, you open the door and walk into his extravagant room. As usual, the dim candlelight gives the room a soft, calming atmosphere, and the fragrances of his perfumes, candles, and flowers mix together in an unearthly delight.

"Darling," He says, getting up from the bed. "You look stunning! We're going to have so much fun tonight!" He rushes over to you and pulls you into a hug. He rests his face in your neck and takes a deep breath.

As you wrap your arms around him, you too bury your face in him. His silky pajamas feel so soft against your skin, you're kind of jealous that he's wearing them and not you.

"Come on," He says, "First is skin care."

The two of you take off to the bathroom and wash your faces. He hands you a face mask and you put it on while you gossip about his brothers. After you finish with the mask, he gives you all kinds of new products to try: eye creams, moisturizers, serums. You name it, Asmo has it.

When you're finished with skin care, he whisks you off to the room and sits you in front of his vanity, handing you a drink. "Time to do our hair next!" He exclaims.

You sip on your drink as he sits behind you. He takes his brush and starts to run it through your hair. His voice is so soothing as he buries you in compliments, and as nice as it feels you're starting to feel sleepy.

"You're so beautiful darling," He says softly, nearly in a whisper. "Ugh, I would kill to have hair like yours. And your complexion is just perfect. You probably don't even need product to stay so beautiful. How do you do it? I could just eat you up. You look delicious. I wouldn't mind taking a finger or two so we could be even closer."

Wait, what did he just say? You think, but your eyelids are growing heavy, and you don't even have the strength to keep them open, let alone speak. Is he just so soothing? No, it seems different. You're slipping away, but you weren't even tired yet.

Your blood runs cold realizing that something is wrong. You can only listen to his ramblings as he continues to brush your hair.

"And maybe you could eat a part of me. We could both be so close. I want to be in your insides. I want to be a part of you. It's not enough, nothing's enough, we have to be closer, we need to be one, we need to be inside."

Then darkness.

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When you wake up, you find yourself in familiar settings. Familiar, but somehow off. It looks like Asmo's room, but everything's in a different spot. The furniture is different too. Similar, but not quite identical.

You're laying on the bed, and Asmo is playing on his phone as he sits in an armchair near the bed. You try to sit up, but you can barely move. Something's not right. I have to get away, you think.

"Ah, no moving," Asmodeus says. "You're still going to be a little weak."

"Where am I? What happened?" You ask.

"This is a special, secret room," He says. "It looks a lot like mine, right? It's soundproof, so don't bother screaming."

"Why am I here?" You ask. "Why did you take me here?"

"I didn't want my brothers getting ahold of you," He shrugs.

"Your brothers?" You ask. "What do they have to do with anything?"

"I've seen the way they look at you," He says. "I can tell that they want you. I just can't have that. I want you all to myself."

"You can have me!" You exclaim. "I like you Asmo. I like you a lot."

"I'll kill them for you," He says sweetly. "If you'd like. I'll kill my brothers for you. I’d kill them just to see you smile."

"No! That's not what I want at all!"

"I've killed for you before," He says. "People who look at you the wrong way in public. I don't want anyone to look at you like that ever again."

Your heart is pounding. Is it true? Has he really killed someone before? "You don't have to do that," You try to explain as calmly as possible; even so, your voice cracking as it comes out in frantic desperation. "We can be together. We can be together and you don't have to kill anymore!"

"I'm sorry," He says, "but I can't let anyone else have you. If they threaten to get in the way I'll do what I have to."

As your eyes adjust, you can see insane scrawlings written in lipstick all over the walls. “You will learn to love me,” One reads. “Don’t you trust me?” “You’re the only one, I have to have you.” “I will kill if it would just make you smile.”

He's insane. Has he always been this way? He was so good at hiding it.

This can't be happening, you think. It has to be a dream or something. But you know it's real. The soft, silky sheets beneath you, the soothing fragrances of the candles, the fearful pounding of your heart… you know this isn't a dream.

"Are you going to keep me here forever?" You ask.

Asmodeus smiles and says, "I don't know. I haven't thought that far yet."

"What do you want from me?"

"Love," He says. "Devotion."

"You have that!" You say.

"I need more." He begins to stand from his chair, looming tall over you. He appears as a dark silhouette, lit from behind by the dim candlelight.

"What are you doing?" You ask.

"I need you," He replies. He starts to giggle a little. "You don't know how bad I need you."

He begins to crawl onto the bed with you, his hair dangling cutely over you. "You want me too, right?" He asks.

You don't know how to respond. You thought you liked him, but did you even know him at all? Even as scary as he is right now, he's undeniably beautiful, and there's something about the way he needs and clings onto you that turns you on a little. For reasons you might not even be able to discern, you nod.

"I knew you would understand," He smiles.

He runs his hands over your arms and up to your wrists. He puts weight on them so that you can't move. You struggle a little, trying to pull free, but he's too strong, and you're still feeling weak.

He leans forward and meets your lips with his. You take a deep breath, pulling in his sweet scent. His lips are unbelievably plush, with silky, soft skin.

He slips his tongue tenderly between your parted lips. Unsurprisingly, he tastes sweet and irresistible. You can feel his breath hitching in manic excitement, almost as though he were nervous, but he seems so confident.

He pulls away and moans your name, saying, "You have no idea how badly I've wanted you."

He kisses you again before sitting up, and tugging on your top. You try to help him so he doesn't toss you around too much, but it's hard to sit up so he can pull it over your head.

He runs his face over your bare chest and lets out a shuddering sigh. "Oh you're more beautiful than I could have imagined," he says. He places a hand on your heart, and sets yours over his. "See? We're beating in unison. It was meant to be."

You gulp as he moves down to your legs and unbuttons your pants. You blush, turning away and shutting your eyes as he pulls them off. "No need to be shy, darling. You're everything I've ever wanted."

He leans back over you, stopping at your chest to feel your nipples. He envelops one with his mouth and twists the other with his hand. You let out a little whimper as his tongue flicks over your nipple repeatedly, flooding your system with a sweet tingling sensation.

He trades sides to the other, making sure neither nipple goes neglected. You can sense a growing impatience in him as his breath grows ragged and his movements get twitchy.

"Oh I need you now, darling," he moans. "I can't take it anymore." He kisses you again, holding one wrist as you hear the other messing with his pants. Before you know it, his cock is pressed up against you, rock hard and twitching.

"Are you ready, darling?" He asks. "I'm going to put it in"

You nod, blushing, as you feel his cock start to push into you. You shiver, feeling his length inside of you. This isn't how you expected things to go, but it still feels good. You can't deny how nice his cock feels inside of you.

"You feel amazing, darling," He moans in your ear as he sets his hands back on your wrists. You shudder, feeling his cock all the way inside you and you can't help but clench down on it as the base slides into you.

He starts to move, pulling out slowly, but thrusting back in fast. You gasp, arching your back slightly in pleasure. He starts to thrust faster in fluid sensual motions. He moves his body so elegantly, but with so much strength as well. He drives his cock into you with such a force that it pushes you back, nearly hitting your head on the headboard each time.

He’s moaning so sweetly as he feels your walls clamp down hard around his length. He can tell that you’re enjoying yourself by the way that you moan, and gyrate your hips to ensure that he gets as deep into you as he can. You’re moaning his name now with every thrust, your voice coming out more loudly than you anticipate.

Asmo’s voice is growing louder too, and with each thrust, it gets a little higher. “I’m going to cum,” he moans.

“Please Asmo,” You moan, “Give me your cum.”

He grinds his hips into you, making sure to get his cock as deep into you as possible. You gasp, shuddering as an orgasm washes over you. As you clamp down on him, his cock begins to throb inside of you, pumping you full of his sweet cum. You clasp his face between your hands, holding him in place as you feel the fullness of his cum.

When the convulsions subside, you let him go, and he slowly pulls out. The sensation of his cock sliding out of you as his cum begins to spill out of you sends more tingling pleasure through your body.

He collapses next to you in bed, and strokes your face gently with the back of his hand. Reality suddenly comes crashing back onto you as you remember that he’s kidnapped you, and is holding you against your will. Your heart rate starts to raise, before falling as you look over at his soft, adoring face. If it’s him, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…

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Levi's Special Place

Kinktober Part 2 of 4: Monster fucking

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Demon form!Leviathan X GN!Reader

CW: Oral (receiving,) Penetration (Recieving.) Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous genitals. A little romantic Levi's just too sweet.

A/N: I really wanted to play up the sea monster aspects of Levi's demon form. Levi takes you to the bottom of the ocean to show you his favorite place to decompress. ~1500 words.

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Leviathan had a special day planned for the two of you. He wouldn’t tell you much, just to wear your bathing suit. You weren’t very surprised when he brought you to the beach, but you suspected he had more in mind. It was a beautiful night, the full moon hanging high and bright in the sky.

He takes you by the hand, walking with you down the beach. “I had something special I wanted to show you,” He says. “Something no one else in the world has seen.”

You blush a little. “Sounds serious. What is it Levi?” You ask.

“You’ll have to come out with me into the water,” He says. In your hand, you can feel his changing shape. Scales ripple across his skin as the fingers elongate and long, hard talons grow out of them. Fins and gills sprout out of his neck as his tail pops out of his swim trunks. It was rare that he showed you this form. Sometimes you thought he was even cuter this way.

You’re nervous as he walks out into the water. Seeing your apprehension he reassures you. “Once we go in, you just have to breathe. It’ll be okay if you’re with me. Just hold on tight.”

You nod and he walks you out into the water so that the both of you are in open water, the sandy floor too far to reach. You feel an icy fear gripping you, looking out into the deep black water. “I know it looks scary,” He says, “but it’s actually quite soothing.”

“It’s so dark out there,” You say.

“You’ll be able to see. A little at least,” He replies. “As long as you’re with me. You can trust me.” He flashes you a big, cheesy smile.

“Okay Levi,” You say. “I’m ready.”

He folds his arms around you, his long, scaly fingers wrapping around your sides. “Remember, you just have to breathe. It’s going to be okay.”

With that, he dives under with you in his arms. He swims so quickly, moving through the water faster than air. Looking around, you realize you can see, at least a little. Levi is as easy to see as he would be in daylight, and that extends a ways around you as well.

Terror stabs at you when you look behind you and see the shelf, a sheer dropoff into inky blackness. You clutch tightly to him, and he holds you closer, rubbing your back with one hand.

You hold the last little bit of oxygen in your lungs for as long as you can, but eventually, you give in and feel water fill your mouth before flooding into your lungs. The first breath is terrifying, but surprisingly, it feels thinner even than air, each breath filling your body with an irresistible lightness. Soon enough you’re breathing in and out without fear.

He takes a dive, delving deeper into the abyss. All around you is black. A darkness, deeper than any you could have imagined. You can hear distant wails, the call of some strange, beautiful creature. Occasionally, through the sides of your vision, you see some kind of deep-sea creature, each stranger than the last, and it’s impossible to deny the beauty of this in spite of your fear.

“We’re almost there,” Levi says, slowing down. He lays you down gently on the sea bed, your back pressing into impossibly soft sand. He sits next to you, and leans back, smiling.

“How far down are we?” You ask.

“I’m not sure,” He says. “We could go further if you wanted.”

“I’m okay,” You laugh. You sit up and look at him. “Thanks for showing this to me.”

“Yeah!” He says. “I’m glad you like it.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“I come down here to clear my mind sometimes,” He tells you. “It’s so quiet and peaceful down here. I don’t have to see or deal with people.”

“But you brought me here,” You say.

“I don’t mind if it’s you,” He replies. He looks at you and smiles, caressing your cheek. He looks into your eyes, scaly hand on your cheek, and takes a deep, contented breath.

The strange weightlessness of the water makes this light moment feel even softer as he leans in and kisses you. You close your eyes and breathe in deep as his lips softly meet yours. His forked tongue parts your lips and finds its way to yours, the kiss growing deeper, and full of an intense yearning.

Slowly, he lowers you to the ground until your back is once again on the soft sand and he's leaning over you. You blush and so does he, as though he doesn't know what to do next.

You take his hand and place it on your chest and run your other down his chest at the same time. You can feel him shuddering as he closes his eyes. He leans forward and places a little kiss on your neck, before moving down your chest, gradually making his way down to your legs. He looks up with wide, pleading eyes, and you reassure him by cupping his cheek with your hand.

He slides your swimsuit off and runs his long fingers up and down your legs until they reach that part between them. You were worried about his talons, but he's careful with them, and the danger only leaves you feeling more excited. He looks up at you again, and you gulp as he moves his head down until it's nestled between your thighs.

The sensation of his fangs and long, serpentine tongue are unexpected, but all the sweeter. His tongue coils and flicks wildly against you in ways you never could have imagined, and the way his sharp fangs occasionally graze you and threaten a cut causes your heart to flutter in excitement.

"Levi that feels so good," you moan, as he reaches up and links his scaled fingers with your own. He doesn't let up as he does so, pushing his face into your crotch in delirious pleasure as though you're the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. Even as you back away, he pushes further, denying you even the slightest breathing room. Though he's shy and nervous normally, something has overtaken him.

Your moans grow louder and more impatient as he goes down on you and you can feel anticipation building up. He can feel the waves of pleasure that you ride, and matches your rhythm until you finally crash back down in an intense orgasm.

His tongue retracts back into his mouth as he climbs on top of you. He pulls his swimsuit down to reveal a thick, knotted cock. You smile, pulling him back into a kiss as you take his cock in your hand. You stroke it, though he doesn't need any encouragement; he's as hard as can be already. You only want to feel his thickness throbbing impatiently in your hand.

You guide him to your entrance. Slowly, he pushes in, and you let a moan out. With no one around, you can be as loud as you want, and as he pushes back in, you never had much of a choice anyway. He gives you little time to adjust, getting more impatient and excited by the second. Soon enough he's thrusting his hips roughly and erratically, losing sight of any sort of rhythm in his excitement. You can feel his knot pressing up against your hole periodically, but he knows better than to push it in just yet. He's not quite close enough yet, but your shrieks of pleasure let him know that you're getting close and that drives him wild.

He thrusts harder and harder with each second, his knot pushing a little further into you until it's nearly in. His frantic breathing tells you he's close, and just when you think he can't take any more, you feel the knot slide into you, your hole clenching around the base. The newfound fullness pushes you over the edge and you're barely able to squeak out "I'm cumming," as you feel his cock pulsing inside of you, pumping you full of his seed that his knot will hold in. It continues to swell, the pressure finding new places and forms of pleasure within you.

He catches your eyes, the only thing to see more or less down here. He blushes, looking away, but you press you hand to his cheek and turn his eyes back to yours. His hips are still moving a little, the pleasure almost too much for him to bear. Through his ragged breath and twitchy movements, he can barely hold eye contact, but as you lean in and kiss him, he just melts.

By the end of the kiss, his knot has shrunken somewhat, and he slips out. Exhausted, he collapses onto you, and rests his sweet head on your chest. "That was amazing," He says.

"Yeah," you say with a smile. "I'm glad we got to share such a special moment down here. In this place that is so important to you."

"You're important to me too," He says. "I'll bring you down here as often as you like."

You smile and relax, letting the soft sand envelop you. "I'd like that very much," You say.

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The Reaper's Bloody Fangs

Kinktober Part 1 of 4: Vampire

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Vampire!Thirteen X GN!Reader

CW: Nipple play, Oral (Giving and receiving,) Hair pulling., Blood drinking. Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous gentials. A little sweet, but mostly very aggressive.

A/N: I've never written vampire stuff before, but what better time? Thirteen just seemed like a good candidate. Also I can't help but make her aggressive and vulgar, but I think it suits her. ~1300 words.

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You'd never quite known what to make of Thirteen. She was strange, and mysterious, but seemingly smitten with you for reasons you couldn't quite discern. You weren't quite sure if you could trust her, but it was impossible to deny that she had an allure to her. Her long, colorful hair and beautiful ophidian eyes were strangely attractive, but you couldn't help but feel like it was a trap.

She'd made a habit of staying near to you recently, like you were magnetic to her. Some invisible factor kept her coming back like an addiction. It wasn't the worst thing in the world. She was funny, charming, and pleasant to look at, so why not?

It all came together when you were doing dishes. She was sitting nearby, chatting with you as she did her nails. Typical flirtation was building up as you worked. She stopped mid-sentence when you cut your finger. Just a small prick with a knife, but enough to draw blood.

You shake your hand and dry it off. As you turn around you see her frozen in place, but panting. She has a dire expression unlike anything you've seen before. Typically so fun and light, she now looks almost enraged. You can see fangs peeking out from behind her lips.

"Are you okay?" You ask.

She's silent, a burning gaze fixed on your finger. She takes a deep, shuddering breath and lets it out.

"Hey, you're scaring me," You tell her.

In the blink of an eye she appears in front of you, holding your wrist. "You're just so irresistible," She says, holding your finger above her open mouth and letting a drop of blood fall in. "I couldn't help myself. You smell so sweet, I just can't get enough." She sticks your finger in her mouth, and sucks some of the blood out. In spite of the fear, you can't help but think about how nice the inside of her mouth feels and how you might want it elsewhere.

Your breath grows ragged and excited and you want to tell her all kinds of things. Like how excited, but scared she's making you, or how sensual it feels to have your finger in her mouth. That you're aroused by her interest in your blood.

"I can't take this," She pants, "I need more. I need to bury my fangs inside you."

At this rate you're afraid she'll take it from you whether you want her to or not which is exciting in its own way. You blush and look down. "I wouldn't mind," You say.

An evil grin spreads across her face. With your wrist still in hand, she pulls you away. "Where are we going?" You ask.

"My room," She replies curtly.

Your heart is pounding and you don't know what to expect as she drags you down the hall to her room. Of all the ways you expected things to take off with Thirteen, you never could have anticipated this.

She's walking fast, pulling you behind her. You can barely even keep up. Her breath is so ragged and heavy, you're afraid she might not even make it to her room; that she would just tear your clothes off right here in the hall and dig her fangs into your neck.

She's so frantic that when she does reach her room, she has to fiddle with the door to get it open, the excitement overtaking her and numbing her coordination.

As the door opens, she whisks you in and tosses you onto the bed. "Fuck I want you so bad," She mutters, leaning over you. She climbs onto the bed and kisses you. Her lips are sweet, and you can feel her fangs with your tongue. It makes your heart pound in both excitement and terror.

She pulls away and looks into your eyes. "You smell so sweet you have no idea how hard it was to resist you."

"You didn't need to," You reply, as she begins to remove your top. As your shirt comes over your head, she plants frantic little kisses all over your chest, desperate, and clingy. She drags her hands across your skin so hard it nearly hurts.

Sitting up, she takes her top off and removes her shorts. She crawls up until she's kneeling over your face, her wet pussy just inches from your mouth. She eases down onto you, and grabs your hair, pulling you onto her and grinding on your face.

She tastes sweeter than you expect. You run your tongue up and down her folds as she moans and gyrates her hips. She's in full control, dragging your tongue across her cunt at her own pace. You moan, feeling enough pleasure just getting pushed around by her like this. As your tongue circles her clit, she throws her head back, nearly screaming in pleasure. “That feels so good,” She growls, grinding into your face even harder.

Her legs clamp down around the side of your head and begin to shake. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” She rattles out as a long, shuddering groan escapes her mouth. After a moment you feel her go nearly limp in post-orgasmic pleasure.

She climbs off of your face and plants a sweet kiss on your cheek. “Fuck, that was amazing,” She whispers in your ear.

She licks her fingers and reaches down by your legs. You feel her wet fingers exploring your entrance, before she suddenly plunges them in. You cling to her, moaning and gyrating your hips.

You feel her move her face down into your neck, as she leaves wet little kisses all over it. Suddenly, her fangs sink into the flesh of your neck. It hurts at first, but soon a warm, calm, tingling feeling spreads through your body, like the come-down from an adrenaline rush. It radiates out from your neck until it envelops your entire body, filling you with a toe-curling arousal.

She works her fingers expertly as she sucks your blood. Growling, she says, “You taste even better than I could have imagined.”

You don’t even know what to say. Is that a compliment? Whatever it is, you’re growing incoherent from the pleasure already as she fingers you. Slowly, she drifts away from the two little holes she made in your neck and finds herself between your legs.

She looks up at you without taking her fingers out as she hovers her mouth over your genitals.`Her hot breath beats over you, and you can see her still-red fangs barely hidden by her lips. After a shuddering, anticipatory sigh, she brings her mouth down onto you. Your back arches immediately at the new pleasure, her warm mouth pulling you into intense, mind-numbing delight.

You never had much of a chance to resist the orgasm building up inside. The combination of her long, slender fingers curling skillfully inside of you, and her dexterous tongue dancing wildly against you brings it upon you more quickly than you could have expected.

As she moves her head, you clench down on her with your thighs. “I’m cumming,” You moan, but she doesn’t stop, even as your shaking legs try to hold her in place. You twitch and convulse while she runs her tongue all over you and you spill your warm, sweet pleasure onto her tongue.

When the orgasm finally subsides, you push her away, giggling.

“Too much?” She asks with a coy smile.

You just smile and collapse, falling limp on the bed. You sigh contentedly, and Thirteen giggles, throwing herself onto the bed next to you.

“What did you think?” She asks.

“Good…” You say, trying to string together a coherent thought. “It was sooo good.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if we did that again?”

“That would be nice,” You say, turning your head and resting your face in the crook of her neck. She gently strokes your hair and runs fingers softly against your skin.

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~Oh hey it's October! :)

I do have stuff planned for Kinktober, and I'm pretty excited about it. I'll post my fics each Saturday like I've been doing.

I've planned them in order of lightest -> hardest kinks, so the stuff earlier in the month will be light and perhaps even a little campy, but the last two are a little rough, so be warned. Of course everything will have proper CWs.

#kinktober

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The Only Place You Could Go

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Lucifer X GN!Reader

CW: Oral (Receiving,) Penetration (Receiving.) Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous gentials.

A/N: I'm bad at planning so have a second Luci fic in a row. I've been thinking about this one for a while. It's my last post before kinktober, so enjoy some more casual stuff while it lasts. MC shows up on Luci's doorstep after a year of not talking following an explosive breakup. ~1500 words.

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It'd been a year since you'd talked to Lucifer. The breakup burned as bright as the relationship. White-hot rage and slamming doors. Shouting matches erupted at the slightest provocation.

It was strange then, that you found yourself at his doorstep again. Everything was going wrong. It felt like your life was falling apart and this was the one place you could think to go. He was the one person you could turn to.

Your clasped fist hovers inches from the door as you try to summon the strength to knock. What will he say? You think. But in your heart you know he's the only one.

When you find the courage to knock, you almost regret it as soon as your knuckles hit the wood. Soon enough you hear footsteps from within and you know it's too late.

Your heart is pounding as he opens the door. A thousand feelings flash across his face. He does his best to hide it, but it's something that only you could have noticed, having learned him so well in the past.

"Can… I help you?" He asks. He's clearly frustrated, but trying to play it cool.

You try to respond, but your eyes begin to water unexpectedly.

His annoyance fades quickly, seeing the state you're in. He steps out of the doorway and says, "Why don't you come inside?"

He sits you on the couch in the living room and returns shortly with a comforting drink for you.

"What's happened?" He asks. "It must be bad for you to show up here." He sits next to you on the couch while you sip your drink.

You start to explain. How everything is falling apart and nothing seems to be going right. Before you know it your eyes are watering again.

"Luci, it's just terrible," You say as the tears start to fall.

He pulls you close, resting your head on his chest as he strokes your hair. He holds you there for a minute while the sobs pour out of you and when you start to wind down to sniffling he says, "You're enough. You're amazing and I'm so proud of you."

He takes your face in his hands and tilts it up. Looking into your bleary eyes, he wipes your tears away. Your breath catches in nervousness. He strokes your cheek again before leaning in for a kiss.

You don't know what to think at first. You freeze in panic, though it feels so comforting and familiar. It feels good. His scent, his taste; it's exactly what you needed.

You sit up and start to kiss him back. Pushing into it, you feel him match your intensity. Soon enough, you're grabbing, and scratching, and groping at him with feral attraction. As you climb into his lap, you start tugging at his clothes.

He pulls away and for a second you share a look filled with burning passion before he scoops you up in his arms and carries you off to the room.

As he sets you on the bed, it's painfully quiet in here. All you can hear is the excited shuddering breaths that escape from yourself and Lucifer. Laying on your back, you look up as he stares down at you with some mixture of lust, aggression, and compassion.

He crawls up on the bed and brushes your hair out of your face before kissing your salty cheeks. With his hand on your cheek, his lips drift over to yours, locking you into a tender, sweet kiss.

Pulling away, he starts to unbutton his shirt, and you begin to remove your own clothes. He starts off methodically, but as each button comes loose, he grows more impatient, nearly ripping the thread in his fervor. As the last button comes undone, he moves down to his pants, pulling them down quickly as though the mere contact of the fabric with his skin burned.

He lays on his side next to you, and kisses you, caressing your cheek with his strong hand before it drifts down your torso. Soft, loving fingers trace your skin as his tongue gently flicks against yours. It’s silent in the room save for shuddering, breathy moans, quiet whimpers, and the smacking of lips as you feel each other’s bodies, just happy to touch each other again.

He reaches the space between your legs after some time, and you gasp faintly as he begins to rub you. Your hands, once locked around his neck, have drifted down to his cock, which you stroke softly and lovingly. You hold there for a while before pulling away ever so slightly and whispering against his lips. “Oh Luci, what happened to us?”

“Does it matter now?” He asks. “We’re here, and it feels right.”

“I don’t want to ever be away from you again. I want to lay here with you forever. Until we die. Until we’re overtaken.”

His eyes open halfway and the two of you share a deep, loving stare before locking lips again. The kisses get deeper, heavier, and you stroke his cock in steady pumps while he moans into your mouth. Eventually, the tension becomes unbearable, and he flips you on your back, pinning you by the wrists. For a brief moment your eyes meet before he quickly brings his lips to your neck. He presses sweet little kisses onto your skin, taking care to find every inch of skin left untouched. He cherishes your body in a way he never has before.

He lingers at your legs for some time, slowly placing wet little kisses on the tops of your thighs before moving inward. Each kiss is methodically placed to work you up before he even touches you so that when he does, it will be explosive.

And it is

His tongue flicks against you with fervent aggression, demanding your pleasure. You shriek in pleasure, which amplifies his ferocity. Growling, and pushing harder against you, he cherishes each moan and whimper he earns.

He wraps his arms around you, gripping your legs and pulling you closer as you try to inch away from the intensity. It’s almost unbearable the way he assaults your senses without giving you room to breathe. The cresting orgasm hits you harder than you expect and as it falls over you, it brings on convulsions and shrieks of pleasure that you know Luci will enjoy.

In no time at all, he's above you again. He hooks his arms through your legs, bending you in half and pointing your ass up at him. You didn't know you had this kind of flexibility within you, but of course Luci would be able to find it.

You can feel his cock rubbing up against your hole as he gazes into your eyes. There's complicated feelings swimming around behind them, but he does well to hide them. He pushes into you without breaking eye contact, watching you squirm as his length parts your walls.

Despite how clearly impatient he is, he takes his time easing into you, making sure you're ready. He groans as his length pushes further into you, and clenches his jaw as he buries the base of his cock in you. You can feel the aggression building up in him as he starts to pull out, and as he thrusts back in, it nearly knocks your breath out.

He fucks you like he used to hate-fuck you. It's aggressive and feral, perhaps remembering all the times you fought. Maybe he's upset that you came to him of all people when you had no one else, but at the same time, love still burns in his heart and it aches for your sadness. It's messy and complicated, and it all comes out in the way he makes love to you.

Each thrust down into you is more intense than the last, and though Luci grunts for the most part, you can tell from those sounds that he's getting close.

"Cum inside of me Luci," You beg as your fingernails find purchase in his back. He smirks, but doesn't bother to ask how you knew. He just thrusts, each time a little harder, bringing you closer as well.

You bite into his shoulder as you feel his cock throbbing inside you, pumping his seed deep inside you. "Go ahead," He whispers in your ear, "cum for me." You dig deeper in with your nails as another orgasm washes over you.

You shudder and convulse as he fills you up, letting out a long moan. He can barely hold your legs back as they shake violently in your pleasure. When the orgasm finally subsides, he releases your legs and you melt into a puddle of post-orgasmic bliss.

Luci pulls his cock out, and you feel his cum start to leak out of you, dripping down between your ass cheeks. He pushes it back in with his fingers and lays next to you, pulling you onto his chest.

"That was sooo good," You moan as you listen to his pounding heart. He traces lines on your shoulder and plants a kiss on the top of your head. His chest heaves with a heavy contented sigh as you enjoy his warmth.

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"You Work So Hard..."

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Lucifer X GN!Reader

CW: Oral (Receiving,) Penetration (Receiving.) A little rough, a little romantic. Reader's gender is not mentioned.

A/N: More Luci :) Noticing that Lucifer is stressed, MC helps him vent his frustrations. ~1400 Words

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Lucifer, like always, had been working too hard. Day after day, he was pulling overtime doing petty administrative work, crunching numbers, and of course managing his unruly relatives. You could tell he was hanging by a thread, desperate for a break, or even just a way to blow off some steam.

Of course, it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him like this. He had a habit of overworking himself, or perhaps it was that other people had a habit of overworking him. Either way, he was in a rut again, but naturally, you had just the right idea to get him out of it.

You convinced him to let you use his shower while he was working in his study. He told you that he really didn't care, blowing you off in the way an overworked, severely stressed person might. But you knew just what to do when you got out.

Your hair still dripping wet, you put on one of his button-down shirts, leaving it open. Nothing else, just the shirt. Stepping through the door, you feel a twinge of nervousness, even though you know he'll appreciate the gesture.

You aren't trying to be quiet as you enter his study, but still he doesn't look up so you walk over to his desk, your bare feet cold on the wooden floor. He's writing feverishly, his pen flying across the page in frustrated scribbles, and he doesn't even notice when you reach his desk.

Placing a finger on it, you run it across the desk, up his arm and to his chin, tilting it up to look at you. He does good to hide the flash of emotions that fly across his face, but not good enough. He goes from annoyance to shock to excitement in a very short span before resetting to his default cool, collected demeanor.

"You work so hard Luci," You say, caressing his cheek. "Why don't you take a break?"

He looks at you for a moment, calculating his response, as well as whether or not he can even afford to take a break. "I think that can be arranged," He says, standing from his chair. He removes his cape, draping it over the chair before wrapping his arms around you and kissing you with his signature intensity. You clutch his vest tightly in your fists as he smiles against your lips.

As he pulls away, he pushes his shirt off of your arms and says, "You knew that would get me, huh?" There's a desire burning in his eyes like you’ve never seen before. Perhaps it's the excitement of breaking up his work with something so naughty, or perhaps it's just gratitude for you trying to help him. Whatever it is, it's brought out a sort of feral intensity you haven't seen in a long time, if ever.

He picks you up, and puts you on his desk. You giggle softly as he sets you down. He wastes little time unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants. His cock is rock hard already. With you sitting at waist height, he steps in front of you and pushes his cock right up against your entrance. You pull your feet up and wrap your arms around his neck as he asks, "Are you ready?"

"Please," you say. "I need you."

He pushes the tip of his cock in and you whimper a little. He continues to shove it in as you clutch tightly to him. He groans in your ear as his legs press up against yours, the base of his cock embedded within you now.

"Don't hold back," You say. You want him to blow off all of his steam. You want him to take his frustrations out on you. You want him to fuck you like he hasn't before. And he does. Pulling out, he thrusts back into you with a force that causes you to slide slightly on his desk, flinging papers aside. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you have to hold on with all your strength to keep from being pushed off altogether.

Your voice is punctuated with each thrust as you moan, “Fuck. Luci. You. Feel. So. Good.”

You clutch tighter to him, burying your face in his warm neck while he thrusts into you and growls in your ear. The feeling of his breath whishing into your ear adds another sensation that’s nearly too much to handle on top of the intense pleasure of his cock repeatedly thrusting into you.

He starts to pull away somewhat unexpectedly. With your shaky legs wrapped around his waist, it takes him a second to break free. You’re quivering as he pulls out, that excitement suddenly guillotined, leaving you in a state of dazed and clingy impatience.

He sees the way you’re looking at him and sets one finger on your lips to preemptively hush you, trailing the other down your neck, then your chest, and on to your stomach, stopping just above your groin. He begins to crouch, getting onto the floor in front of you, running his hands down your body as he does so. He holds your legs as he buries his head between them. You shriek out in pleasure, the bliss that was building up before crashing suddenly back onto you.

He works his tongue expertly, swirling it and running it over every inch of you, watching you and feeling your movements to serve you the best he can. With the way he was fucking you before, it doesn’t take you long to cum on his tongue, warm pleasure flooding your body as you shake, convulse, and squeeze his head between your thighs. Characteristically, he had to make sure you came at least once before him. Even if he’s supposed to be blowing off steam.

He stands, ignoring the pain he no doubt feels in his knees and pulls you off the desk, turning you over. With his rough and strong hands, he pushes you over so that you’re bent over his desk. Your head on its side you look back at him and smile as he takes your arms and thrusts his cock back into you.

Your legs are weak from cumming already, so the desk is doing most of the work holding you up while he fucks you. Each thrust hits you hard, with your body held in place. With him holding your arms back, you're completely at his mercy, not that you'd have it any other way.

"You're doing so good," He purrs from behind you, his length repeatedly finding your deepest points. "I'm so proud of you," He continues. You want to reply, but all that escapes your mouth is whiny little moans. You don't feel like you're doing good, you feel like you're going to collapse, and it's amazing.

It surprises you that he's lasted this long already, but while your walls clench down around him, you can sense that he's getting close. His moans are getting louder and rougher as he rails you and when he can't take it anymore he moans your name, saying, "I'm getting close."

"Please Luci," You moan. "Please I need your cum. Please please cum inside me."

He pulls back on your arms bringing you onto his cock, even harder than before. Three hard thrusts then he stops and you can feel his hard length throb inside of you. It's your greatest pleasure to let him pour out his frustrations into you. "Luci can I cum?" You ask.

"Cum for me," He replies with a soft growl. You convulse and clench down on his pulsing cock as an intense orgasm floods through your body. You feel like your legs could give at any second, but you have to hold on while he pumps his hot cum into you.

When he's done, and you're nice and full of his cum, he lets go of your arms, letting them fall to your side as he pulls out. Your shaky legs give way without him to hold you, and you fall to the ground.

"Oh my god Luci," you say, feeling his cum start to slowly spill out of you, "That was so good."

"You'd better not be wasting my cum," He says.

"I'm sorry Luci," you whine. "I couldn't hold myself up anymore.

"Come on," He says, picking you up, "Let's get you to bed."

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Bro I owe you my life for that enki fic

May your fields flourish and your livestock prosper fr

Ahh! Thank you so much for your kind words! <3

That fic was incredibly meaningful to me and I'm so so happy that it found its audience and that maybe it can help others heal as it helped me.

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Your New Roommate Asmo

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Asmodeus X GN!Reader Earth!AU

CW: Nipple play, Oral (Giving and receiving,) Penetration (Receiving,) Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous genitals.

A/N: It's been a while since I've written Asmo. He's still my fave, even though I have more of an appreciation for the others now. I missed him. <3 It's another kinda long one with a lot of buildup. Asmodeus is MC's new roommate and he's simply too pretty (and shirtless.) ~3400 Words

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It was the day that your new roommate was moving in. You'd found him on an app and he seemed to be a good match. He was polite, tidy, and he took good care of himself. What more could you want?

When he knocked on your door that day there was no way you could have expected how dazzling, and blush-inducingly beautiful he was. The photos did him no justice at all. You were looking at a supermodel.

"I'm Asmodeus," he says with a huge, charming smile. "Your new roommate! I'm going to start moving my things in if that's okay."

"Yeah," you reply, trying to string together a thought about anything but how beautiful he is. "That's… yeah that's, uh, okay." You want to sink into a hole with how obviously nervous you are, but he doesn't seem to notice, or at least mind. He’s probably used to this kind of behavior. "Do you want any help?"

"I appreciate it," he says, "but I'll be fine. I don't have much."

"If you say so," you reply, "I'll prepare dinner tonight then."

"That would be lovely!" He beams.

It was true that he had very little to move. You watch him carry things to his room from the kitchen, trying to ignore the strong arms he carried them with, and the gently glistening sweat on his brow.

Over dinner the two of you take some time to get to know each other better. You tell him a bit about your job and he tells you about his. He says that he’s into social media as a side job, and shows you a few pictures. To your surprise, a few of them are a little saucy. Nothing too risque, but when he’s that beautiful, shirtless pictures at the beach and gym are all you need. His slender, yet toned chest and abs were irresistible; mouthwatering even. You couldn't help but shift your legs as you looked at him across the table and imagined him without a shirt. Maybe his pants would be sitting a little low so you could see that delicious "v" that leads to his crotch. You can barely resist biting your lip in arousal.

After cleaning up from dinner he goes to take a shower and you try not to think about how he's naked in there, just feet away from you. You just sit on the couch watching TV, trying to drone out your lewd thoughts.

You hear the bathroom door latch and shortly after, Asmo says, "That's a nice water heater," from behind you. You turn around on the couch just in time to see Asmodeus step out in only a towel, rubbing moisturizer on his face.

You blush, immediately turning around. With a nervous laugh you say, "Oh, uh. Y-yeah, it's, uh, got a good capacity." You want to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Having such a casual conversation while he’s standing there half-dressed and heart-stoppingly gorgeous.

Your heart is pounding. You saw so much more of him than you expected. His body looks far better in person than in the photos. His abs, more clearly defined, and those lines that lead to his crotch… they're so inviting. You imagine running your tongue down them to get to his cock.

No! You think, shaking your head. I've got to get those thoughts out of my head.

It's too late though. Asmo has an iron grip on your mind, and all you can think about is him and his delicious body. And maybe he wants it that way. It's hard to interpret his actions as anything but showing off.

He comes into the living room and sits on the couch. "I thought we could bond over face masks," he says, holding out a container for you to inspect.

"That would be nice," you say. "I… should wash my face first though." You get up and rush to your room. It feels like your heart is going to beat out of your chest. Why did he have to be so beautiful? And nice!?

You splash some cold water on your face to hopefully cool you down, but it does very little to clear your head. After a quick wash, you feel as ready as you'll ever be to go back out there.

You step out of your room and sit on the couch next to Asmodeus. "Ready darling?" He asks.

"Yeah," you say. expecting him to hand you the container.

"Tilt your head back," he says. "Unless you'd rather lay down."

You nearly ask him 'What?' But you know exactly what he said. Should I turn him down? Tell him I'll put it on myself?

Almost unwillingly, you lay down on the couch as he dips his hand in, leans over and smooths the cold gel onto your face. You're paralyzed in excitement. Your eyes drift to that one little corner of the towel that's tucked around his waist. What if it were to slip out? He'd be leaning over you, fully nude. The thought alone is enough to drive you wild.

"You have amazing skin," he says in his softest voice.

"Thank you," you mumble nervously.

His fingers feel amazing against your skin. Just being touched by him is enough to send tingling pleasure down between your thighs, but the gentleness with which he applies the mask, and the way he looks at you with delicate adoration makes you feel like you're going to explode in excitement.

"All done!" He declares as he finishes up.

You sit up and say, "Thank you."

"Would you do mine?" He asks, holding out the container. You nod, but your heart is pounding. He lays down, and you lean over him, scooping some mask out to rub on his face.

It's hard to ignore his body from this position. It's perfectly sculpted, with not a single flaw on his skin. Your eyes drift down to the towel again. With him laying down you think you can see his bulge, but you're not sure. You press the face mask onto his skin and he twitches a little. "Cold, huh?" You ask.

He giggles and says, "Yeah."

You're blown away by how soft his skin is. It feels like silk or something. You've never touched anything like it before. By mistake your fingers brush his lips and he shudders. Did I cause that shiver? You wonder. He half-bites his lips before seemingly stopping himself.

"Okay," you say. "I think I'm done." He sits up and beams a smile at you. "I think I got a little on your lip."

He wipes it off and says, "That's alright, sweetie."

The tension is palpable as you sit across from each other, the memory of each other's fingers still fresh on your skin.

"So you're really into skin care and stuff?" You ask.

"It keeps me looking beautiful," He says. "Different brands send me products all the time for my social media. You can try anything you like."

"That's really nice of you," you say.

"Don't even think of it."

You just want to reach out and touch his chest. It's so enticing being so close. It's hard to keep your eyes off of him, stealing glances against your own will whenever you can.

A timer on his phone sounds off shortly, and he says, “Are you ready to take them off?”

You nod and he sits up to reach over and peel your mask off. His slender fingers tug at the mask, slowly pulling it away. He sets it on a nearby table and closes his eyes as you remove his. Touching him like this, even as innocent as it is, it’s hard to control your breath. It comes out in nervous bursts, almost as though you were panting. You can only hope he doesn’t notice.

As the last part of his mask pops free, you quickly snatch the other face mask from the table and say “I’m gonna throw these away and go to bed.”

“Alright, darling,” Asmo replies. “Good night, and sleep well.”

“You too,” You reply, running off to your room.

As the door shuts behind you, you think I don’t know if I can do this. You take a few deep breaths and splash more cold water on the face to relax, but still as you lay down, you can’t stop thinking about him. All you can do now is just try to cool down and hope it’s better in the morning.

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It’s not better in the morning. As soon as you walk out of the room, you see him walking through the living room in only his boxers, and is that his bulge you can see? You immediately go back into your room and close the door. Defeated, you sit on the bed. Perhaps he was a bad fit after all. There’s not much to do, just try your best to avoid him.

And you do just that for the next couple of days, sneaking out of your room when you think he’s not around to eat or leave for work. It’s maddening, feeling trapped in your own home like this, but there’s nothing to be done about it.

One day as you get home from work, Asmo is sitting in the living room, actually dressed this time. “Hey darling,” He says cheerfully.

“Hey,” You say, trying to avoid looking at him as you walk to your room. He stands and walks after you.

"Is everything alright?" He asks. "I feel like you've been avoiding me. We had such a lovely first night together."

"No," you say. "I mean yes. Everything's alright. Don't worry about it." You try to walk away, but he stops you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

He places a finger under your chin and tilts your head up. "You can tell me the truth." He takes a step forward, bringing you closer together and your breath hitches.

"I'm… not sure what to say," you tell him. "I should go."

"If I've done something to offend you…" He begins.

"It's not that," you say, stepping back to get some breathing room.

"Then what is it?"

You sigh and decide that it's now or never. "It's just that you're so beautiful, and-and just very half-naked all the time and, you know, like, I just don't know if I can keep resisting you if I keep having to see you like this and-"

"Then why resist?" He interrupts, stepping closer still. Subconsciously you take a step back, pressing up against the wall. You gulp as he sets a hand on the wall, and twists a lock of your hair with the other, staring into your eyes with his hypnotic, confident gaze. You feel like you can't breathe.

He leans in. You can smell his rose perfume, overloading your senses and driving your already frantic mind even wilder. His lips are nearly touching yours. "Say that you want me," He says. "I need you to tell me."

"I want you," you reply, nearly melting into a puddle on the spot. He places a hand on your cheek and locks lips with you. Your heart is pounding and your brain is swirling. His lips are so soft, and he kisses with such a gentle delicacy, it actually sets you at ease. The tension melts away and it’s just the two of you in the hall, and not a thought in your head. The apartment is quiet and the air is still. Finally, you can breathe.

As his sweet lips depart from yours, you feel tingling all through your body. Still holding your cheek, he looks into your eyes and the two of you share a silent gaze. Your chest is heaving in excited panting, but he looks so calm and beautiful.

He takes your hand and guides you to his room. As he opens the door he asks, “Is this alright?”

You nod and he walks in with you behind. His room is somewhat plain, but feels romantic in spite of that. The bed is draped in silky sheets and the lights are dim, ebbing and flowing like a candle. He walks you to the bed and sits you down. Sitting next to you, he brushes some hair away from your face with the back of his hand, which he then trails down your cheek.

“Oh darling,” He says. “You’re so gorgeous. How was I so lucky to wind up here with you?” It sounds absurd coming from the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, but when you look into his eyes, they look so genuine and awe-struck, it’s hard to disbelieve him.

He pulls you into another kiss. You take the opportunity to finally get to touch his chest, feeling his beautiful body through his shirt. He does the same, running his hands up and down your body, soaking you in. You feel him tug at the bottom of your shirt so you lift your arms and let him. As it comes off, you blush, turning your eyes away. He tilts your head up and says, “There’s no need to be embarrassed sweetie. You look amazing.”

“You’re so sweet,” You say, pulling his shirt off. Your hands trembling in excitement, you run your fingers down his chest and stomach, feeling his flawless body and perfectly smooth skin for the first time. He gives you time to explore his body, sensing how badly you’ve wanted to touch him. As your fingers trace the faint lines of his abs, you feel a slight shudder out of him. Your finger wanders a little lower, playing with the button of his pants. You feel an intense tingling excitement between your legs as you reach down with your other hand to pop the button free. Your heart pounding, you pull the zipper down. He helps you remove his pants and underwear, revealing his cock. It’s already hard, twitching in excitement.

You reach down to grab it, looking up at him for approval. He smiles faintly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. You stroke it gently. It’s warm, and incredibly hard already. You start to lean down, so he swings his legs up on the bed and lays down.

Now, between his legs, his cock in your hand, you bring your mouth down to it with a shuddering breath and, looking up at him, kiss the tip before circling it with your tongue. Finally, you envelop it with your lips and press down until his length fills your mouth completely.

His moans are so sweet and irresistible. His already soft and seductive voice further enhances the intense allure of his moans.

Sucking him in, you do your best not to gag, but as he gyrates his hips in pleasure, it’s hard not to when he presses the back of your throat. He puts a hand on your cheek, brushing some of the hair out of your face as he does. You look up at him and for a moment your eyes meet. He gives you a seductive look that only makes you want to keep going, but he taps your shoulder, signaling you to stop.

As you pop his cock out of your mouth, he sits up and pulls you into a kiss, wrapping his arms around you. Intense, clingy hands run all over your body as he begins to pull you down to lay with him. With a desire that feels deeply instinctual and nearly feral, the two of you roll around on the bed, giggling and kissing. He finally reaches for your pants, and undoing them, pulls them off.

His movements now are growing frantic and desperate as he flips you on your back and starts to kiss down your neck. Shuddering, anticipatory breaths pass his lips, as he moves down your body. Now onto your chest, he places sloppy, wet kisses around your nipple before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. With his other hand, he rubs the neglected other nipple, gently and playfully pinching it.

He moves on from your chest and down to your tummy, spending no small amount of time kissing each and every inch of you. As impatient as you can sense that he is, he cherishes your body, and every facet of it.

Eventually he does move to your legs, placing little teasing kisses all up and down them, watching with twisted pleasure as you writhe in impatience. "P-please…" you beg. "Please go down on me." You see him smirk from between your legs. "I can't take any more Asmo. Please." He smiles and grants your request, burying his head between your thighs with delight. You moan out as the overwhelming rush of all of that teasing comes crashing down on you at once.

He's incredible with his mouth, sending waves and waves of pleasure crashing over you, leaving you panting and clutching the sheets after mere seconds. His tongue and soft lips glide so smoothly across you as he devours you with animalistic desire. You can't help but shriek in pleasure.

When you can't take it anymore, you grab his hair and grind your hips onto his face. He looks up at you with delight, seeing you overtaken by the same lustful urges he feels. You barely have time to register that though before his tongue sends you over the edge and an intense orgasm crashes onto you as you writhe in violent convulsions. He’s sure to help you ride your orgasm as long as possible, with slow strokes that seem to align with the waves of pleasure.

"Oh my god Asmo that was amazing," you say as he climbs up on top of you.

He looks down on you with feral, desiderative eyes that burn into you. He wastes no time pressing his cock right against your entrance. He asks, "Are you ready?" And waits for you to nod before pressing into you. You both shudder and moan as he slowly pushes his hard cock inside of you.

"Oh my god you feel so good," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pushes further in until the base of his cock sits firmly inside you. He starts to pull out, and with each thrust push in a little harder. It's not long before he's fucking you with his full strength, thrusting his hard length all the way into you every time as he moans your name.

You wrap your legs around his waist and subconsciously move your hips too, bringing them to his to make each thrust that much deeper and harder. He looks so beautiful holding himself over you, your faces so close to each other as your breathy moans fill the air. You clasp his face between your hands, then wrap them around his neck again. When that's not enough, you wrap them around his back and clutch tightly to him. Though you don't mean to, you dig your nails into his back, feeling some primal instinct take over.

Feeling him thrust against your walls repeatedly like this, you feel like you could cum any minute now. You keep rocking your hips as he fucks you until you feel the orgasm coming on. "I think I'm going to cum," you squeak out.

"Cum for me, darling," He says, thrusting even harder for you. As you cling to him and groan in his ear, he never stops fucking you, or even slows down.

"Fuuuuck," you mumble, losing coherence by the minute. He's showing no signs of getting tired and at your second orgasm already you're not sure how much more you can take. Thankfully you hear his moans growing higher in pitch.

It’s not long before he moans, "I'm gonna cum.”

"Please cum inside me," you beg. "Please I can't take it anymore. I need-"

He interrupts you with a kiss, as you clutch tighter to his torso. You feel him thrust more slowly and deliberately before stopping altogether. His cock begins to twitch and throb inside of you spilling out cum with each pulse. You moan loudly as you feel his cum filling you up and another orgasm washes over you in intense, primal waves.

As the two of you finish cumming, he climbs off of you and flops onto the bed, kissing you on the cheek. "That was amazing darling!" He says.

"Yeah," you reply, your vocabulary being hindered by the several orgasms you just endured.

"Come on," he says. "Let's go shower and maybe we can do it again."

"I don't know if I can stand," You laugh.

"That's okay, darling," He says. "I'll help you."

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I don’t know why until now I realized your username is girl-failure-smut-hour….I always assumed it was girl failures muthour (pronounced like mother)

Honestly that kinda kicks ass lol. It sounds mysterious and cryptic, like some kind of ancient deity of written porn haha.

I guess it looks kinda weird all bunched up like that I never thought about it. I wish you could put spaces and stuff, but oh well.

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Satan's Favorite Coffee Shop

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Satan X GN!Reader, Earth!AU

CW: Nipple play, Oral (Giving and receiving,) Penetration (Receiving.) Very romantic. Like, there's not even so much as a kiss for the first third of the story. Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous gentials.

A/N: This is kind of a recurring fantasy of mine. Just meeting some cute, soft boy at a coffee shop who sweeps me off my feet. We all long for the excitement of new love sometimes. Besides I'm weak for a soft boy who loves books and cats. I wanted to write a sort of burgeoning romance. Sorry it's kind of long! I hope you still enjoy it! MC meets Satan at a coffee shop and they quickly fall in love. ~3600 words.

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It was your first time at this coffee shop. It was a beautiful day and one of the first cool days of the year. The brightly shining sun filtered through the vibrant trees outside. A great day to settle down with a book and a cup of coffee.

It’s not long after you find your seat and get a drink before the clingling bells of the door draw your attention to the person walking through it. He’s sharply dressed in a sweater vest with a book tucked beneath his arm. His soft blonde hair gets tousled in the change of pressure between the street and indoors. He has a cute face that looks gentle, yet troubled.

“Satan!” One of the workers greets him as he walks up to the counter. Satan? You think. Is that really his name? You watch him place his order and to your surprise sit across from you. Though he doesn’t say anything, he gives you a pleasant smile. Your heart is already fluttering. You can faintly smell his cologne over the coffee; a pleasant, almost floral scent.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he opens his book: Some 19th century romance novel. It only makes you wonder more about him.

You don’t know what to say, but you know you have to say something. You have to talk to this boy. “So do you come here a lot?” You ask. You only realize what you just said after it comes out of your mouth. Like some kind of stereotypical pickup line. You blush and hope he doesn’t think anything of it.

He looks up, meeting your eyes with his gentle gaze. “It’s my favorite place,” He says with a smile. But there’s something else there. Something hidden deep within. It’s impossible to decipher, but this boy is a sea of emotions.

"Do you always read those kinds of books?" You ask.

"Old books or romantic ones?" He asks. "Both. I read lots of other kinds of books as well."

"What other kinds of books do you like, then?"

"All of them," he laughs.

You sit there across from him and just stare into his radiant green eyes. You wonder if he can tell how lovestruck you are. You're aware of the awkward silence, but by the time you've realized, you've already begun to ask, "did… that person call you Satan?"

He sighs, rolling his eyes and your heart sinks a little. It was a stupid question, one he probably gets a lot. You wonder if you may have shot your chances with him altogether. "It's my name," he says.

"I like it!" You reply.

This brightens him a little. "Well thank you," he says, smiling. "People can be weird about it."

The two of you chat for a while. You talk about hobbies, work, cats, everything. He hardly gets a chance to read with how much you're talking. You hope it's a good sign that he doesn't seem upset at all that he's barely been able to do what he came here to do.

Before you even realize it, the sun has begun to set, and a dazzling marigold hue has settled over the coffee shop. Satan looks out through the window and a sudden jolt runs through him.

"Oh my goodness I didn't notice the time," he says. "I really need to get home."

"Oh," you say subconsciously sticking your lip out in a pout.

"Will you be here again?" He asks.

"If you will," you reply.

"It's a date," he says with a smile. You feel a fluttering in your heart at his utterance of the word 'date.' Suddenly acknowledging the connection you made here today puts a rock in your stomach, but also fills it with butterflies. "Same time tomorrow?" He asks.

"Yeah!" You answer. "I'll see you then!"

He throws a scarf around his neck and starts to walk out. He looks back at you and smiles warmly. You wave to him as the door closes behind with a click and tinny jingle.

You sit there, kicking your feet excitedly as you think fondly of the wonderful day you had talking with Satan, accidentally spending most of the waking day together, even though you were strangers just hours ago.

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You're right back in your spot the next day and you've ordered your coffee as well as Satan's before he even gets there. You're a little early, but the excitement was too much for you. It was impossible to just sit around waiting to see him. Of course there was no guarantee he would even really be there, a thought that put a pit in your stomach. You didn't get his number so if he didn't come you might not ever even see him again.

Obsessively watching the outside, you see him through the windows before you even hear the door. It takes all of your Willpower not to stand and throw your arms around him. You can't help but notice that he hasn't brought a book today.

Of course he's looking as cute or perhaps even more so today. He seems to have taken extra care of his hair and is wearing a very nice sweater vest that compliments his stunning eyes well.

You wave at him and he smiles back at you. He sits down and you push his cup of coffee toward him. "I got you a drink," you say. "It's what you got yesterday."

He smiles as he goes to take the handle and his fingers brush yours as he does. He blushes and so do you, yanking your hand away in surprise and embarrassment. Under the table you shift your legs a little in excitement at his touch.

"Thank you," he says. "For the drink."

"Of course," you say.

There's a lull in the conversation. Suddenly, with stakes to the day, it was much more nerve-wracking than the day before where you were just talking to a (very handsome) stranger. This was a date and that was scarier.

"I brought pictures of my cat," he says, pulling out his phone. You beam as he begins to swipe through his gallery showing you all of the many pictures he'd taken.

With that, the pressure dissipated and suddenly the two of you were talking with ease again. You can hardly shut up around him. Words flow out of you like a faucet. It's so easy talking to him in spite of the fact that he's so eloquent and gorgeous.

He makes sure to cut things before it gets too late this time saying, "I really don't want to leave, but I do need to get home."

"I understand," you reply. "When do you want to meet again?"

"If it's okay with you," he begins, "I'd like to have you over to my house."

Your heart skips a beat. It's kind of serious to be invited over. Is it really okay? In spite of your nerves you blurt out "yes!"

"Okay," he smiles. "Then tomorrow for dinner? Maybe 6:00?"

"It's a date," you say, giggling.

You both stand up from the table and walk out onto the street. There's a sweet smell from the nearby trees and flowers that blends well with Satan's cologne. It's enough to set your heart aflutter, and as you look at him, he's blushing.

"I think I want to kiss you," he says.

You start a bit, crimson blush spreading across your face in an instant. As you regain your composure you look down and kick nervously at the ground, saying, "I'd like that."

He puts a soft finger under your chin and tilts your face up to his. You catch a whiff of old paper from his hands. The wind rushes for a second before falling perfectly still as you lose yourself in those emerald eyes of his. Your heart skips a beat as he leans in and locks his lips to yours. He tastes sweet and a little bitter, like coffee. His lips are surprisingly soft, and they feel amazing against yours. He's passionate, but not too aggressive, acting reserved with his tongue. You melt into him as the world seems to fall away. The sound of wind, people, and vehicles fade to nothing, and all that's left is you and him.

When he pulls away, you're dazed and hardly able to move, let alone think. He smiles, and for the first time you don't see a hint of anything other than happiness in his eyes.

"Tomorrow, right?" He says.

"Y-yeah," you stammer, trying to pull yourself out of the lovestruck daze you're in.

"I'll see you then," He says before placing a quick peck on your cheek and walking away, though the two of you can't help but keep casting gazes back at each other as you walk in opposite directions.

The mere idea of sleep that night is laughable. With memories of that kiss still fluttering about in your head and nervous excitement for the day ahead, all you can do is lay in bed and hope for the best.

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You can hardly contain your excitement as you knock on his door. From inside you can faintly hear some classical music being played. Something sentimental with long, bowed strings.

As he opens the door, the scents of his house wash over you. Delicious cooking, his cologne, and the smell of old paper, like a used bookstore. “Satan!” You exclaim in excitement as you throw your arms around him.

“I’m glad you made it,” He says, holding you close. You rest your head on his chest, nuzzling slightly into his vest.

He steps aside and the two of you walk into the house. It’s warm and inviting with cat trees and book shelves covering nearly every wall.

He takes the time to introduce you to his cats before returning to the kitchen to cook saying, “Dinner’s almost ready.”

You follow him and watch from the doorway as he puts the finishing touches on a delicious looking stew. He catches you staring at him and giggles, smiling back at you. You blush a bit.

“You can sit down if you’d like,” He says, gesturing to the dining room. “I’ll just be another minute.”

You take a seat at the table and notice that the music has stopped. He appears in the other room, opens the record player, and flips the disc. As the music resumes, he is already walking into the dining room with bowls of stew.

“I hope you like it,” He says.

You take a bite and it’s one of the most delicious things you’ve ever tasted. “Oh my god this is delicious,” You say. “How are you so good at everything?”

He laughs. “I’m glad you like it.”

You don’t talk much over dinner, but you still have a hard time keeping your eyes off of him.

When you finish, he stands and takes the bowls to the kitchen, saying, “Why don’t you sit on the couch?”

You get up and as he walks into the room, he hands you a cup of coffee as if to say We won’t be sleeping much tonight anyway. You blush and shake your head, trying to dissipate those dirty thoughts, but it’s not much use. You squirm a little, rubbing your legs together, and hope he doesn’t notice.

“Thank you,” You say, taking the warm mug. He sets his own cup on the table and quickly changes the record over to another gentle, romantic suite.

As he sits next to you on the couch you can’t stop blushing and the butterflies in your stomach won’t stop fluttering. He’s talking, but you’re having a hard time focusing on anything but his lips.

Suddenly, he leans forward to kiss you, running the back of his hand softly against your cheek. As your lips connect he starts to push you a little, kissing a little harder and more passionately than he has before. He lowers you until your back is flat on the couch. His hands trace a path from your arms to your wrists to your hands, linking fingers with you. He pulls away and caresses your cheek again, pushing a lock of hair out of your face.

“I still haven’t shown you my room,” He softly says.

You swallow in excitement. It’s hard to keep up with him. You’re left panting already from the events of the night as he puts your hands on his arms and lifts you by the elbows. Taking your hand, he guides you to a room in the back of the house.

Your heart is pounding as he opens the door. It’s a nice room, dimly lit by a single lamp with a beautiful, large bed sitting against the back wall. A soft and plush comforter is draped over the bed, pulled tight and folded over at the top, giving it a very put-together look.

You turn to him, and he’s already leaning in to kiss you, clasping your cheeks with both hands. He runs his hands from your face, down your chest and to the hem of your shirt. You feel him grab and start to pull up. As the shirt comes over your head, you blush, catching him looking you up and down with some mixture of raw lust and gentle adoration. You grab his sweater vest and pull it over his head before he brings you back into a kiss. You slowly undo each of his shirt buttons, making your way down to his pants. As the last button pops, you push his shirt over his shoulders and it slides off of his arms, onto the floor. You start on his pants button next, and you can’t help but notice how tight his pants have gotten.

You’re getting frantic now, excitement welling up in you as you fumble his pants button. When it pops open you quickly rip the zipper down before grabbing his pants and boxers and tearing them off in one frenzied movement. You feel tingling excitement between your legs as you grip his hard cock and start to stroke it. He moans into your mouth as he removes your pants.

“Satan, I need you,” You say as you pull away and drop down onto your knees. Now at eye-level with his cock, any reservations you had left have melted away. You lean forward and lick the tip, prompting a bead of precum to leak out. Your lips pull his head into your mouth, and you feel him twitch in excitement.

He moans your name and says, “That feels so good.”

You look up at him with pleading eyes as you press on, feeling his length fill your mouth. You enjoy the warm, full feeling of his cock, but especially enjoy his moans. His voice is soft, and his moans escape his mouth with a sort of whimpering shudder that conveys a desperate need for you and only you.

You run your mouth all over his erection, swirling your tongue around the tip and sticking it out when you suck him down to the base. You rub his legs as you go down on him, feeling the capable muscles twitch with each thrust of your head. Running your hands around the back of his legs, up to his ass, then to his strong back. You pull him into you, feeling his cock press against the back of your throat and he moans out in surprise.

He puts his hands on your arms, signaling you to stand, so you slowly pull off of his cock, your mouth making a popping sound as the suction is broken. He helps you to your feet and guides you to the bed.

You crawl up on the soft bedding and lay on your back with your head on the pillow. He crawls over you, panting in excitement. He looks at you like he wants to eat you. A ferocious, feral kind of desire lingers in his eyes as he leans in to kiss you, running his hands over every inch of your body. His hands seek you out in clingy, desperate motions as your tongue flicks against his.

He moves away from your lips and begins to nibble on your ear. His breath hitches as you reach down and stroke his cock a little. He moans in your ear and says “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you in that coffee shop.”

You giggle and squeeze him gently, “I wanted you more.”

He moans and kisses down your neck, making his way to your chest and gradually to your nipples. He encloses your nipple in his warm mouth and flicks his tongue against it vigorously, pinching the other gently between his finger and thumb. You moan, the tingling in your chest spreading downward to other regions.

He moves down to your tummy, kissing every inch of you. He treats your body as sacred, worshiping you. The way he touches you, looks at you… It’s like you’re the most blindingly radiant thing he’s ever seen. At times he holds you like a priceless, rare book that could fall apart at the slightest touch, and at others he just wants to squeeze and grope you.

It’s not long before he moves down to your legs and you’re already squirming, rubbing your legs together, and arching your back. He kisses up and down your legs. The tops at first, then drifting to the soft and sensitive inner thighs. Each wet, passionate kiss leaves a trail to your most sensitive spot, before stopping and moving to the other side. As he gets closer he bites softly on your fleshy inner thigh causing you to yelp in surprise and excitement. You feel a throbbing in your genitals just in time for him to bury his head between your legs.

Your back arches and you let out one long whiny moan as he finally makes contact with his tongue. He licks up and down, appreciating every part of you while you writhe at each flick of his tongue. He’s as good as he is passionate. You can’t help but reach down and play with his hair. His soft locks feel as soft as air between your fingers. You feel him shudder between your legs as you continue to run your hands through his hair and squeeze his cheeks between your thighs.

You remove one hand from his hair to clutch the sheets. He takes your curled fingers and undoes them to link fingers with you. You can hardly take it anymore, moaning and twitching in rapidly increasing pitch and frequency. He keeps going at the same pace, knowing that you’re close and after a matter of seconds you let out one long, shuddering moan as waves of pleasure wash over you. You tremble underneath him, squeezing his hand and gripping his hair tightly in a clenched fist.

As the orgasm passes over you, you release his hair and before you even realize, he’s already crawled over you, coming face to face. His arms sit on either side of your head as he stares into you with those beautiful, mossy eyes of his. He leans in for a quick kiss. At the same time, he feels down at your entrance and positions his cock there. “Are you ready?” He asks through haggard breath.

You nod and he presses slowly into you. Biting your lip, you hold back an especially loud moan as his cock slides into you. You feel yourself clench around the base of his cock as he presses all the way in. His length fills you completely, pressing against your walls.

When he starts to thrust it’s almost too much. He starts slowly at first, feeling him slide in and out, you can already feel an orgasm building back up. It’s when he starts to thrust harder that you can’t hold it in anymore. Loud moans that could be misinterpreted as screams by an outside observer erupt from your mouth as he rails you.

“Satan,” You moan. “You feel so good.” It comes out in bursts and moans as each thrust sends a vibration through your body.

He smiles as he grunts with each thrust. Beads of sweat are building up on his forehead with how intensely he’s fucking you. You’re getting closer with each thrust and as a bead of sweat falls from his nose, landing on your lips, you know you can’t take much more. The salty, sweet taste of him puts you right up to the edge and you moan “I’m going to cum again.”

“Me too,” He says. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he kisses you, thrusting into you a few more times, hard. You let a squeaky, orgasmic moan out into his mouth as you start to cum. Feeling his cock pulse pushes you over the edge, as a swell of hot cum flows from his throbbing length. The kiss only enhances the orgasm and you ride it for longer than expected as he pushes his load into you.

You hold the kiss for a while, the two of you locked in bliss. You feel his cock start to soften before he even starts to pull out. When he’s out you can feel his cum spill out from your twitching insides. He pushes it back inside with his fingers before laying down next to you on his back.

“Oh my god that was amazing,” You say.

“Yeah,” He pants. He kisses you again before you lay your head on his still sweat-damp chest. You moan softly, simply enjoying the feeling of his skin against yours. You can feel your eyelids getting heavy as you lay there. He runs his fingers through your hair, and before you know it, you’re asleep.

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Study Date with Enki

Nsfw content MDNI

SERIOUS TRIGGERS IN THIS ONE PLEASE READ THE CW

Characters: Virgin!Enki X GN!Reader, Modern!AU

CW: Mentions of self-harm and pretty extreme implied physical abuse, Implied possible eating disorder, Hurt/Comfort, Oral (Giving) Penetration (Recieving), Romantic and a little angsty .

A/N: I'm posting this one outside of my usual schedule cause I don't want anyone to feel ripped off lol. I usually do more... normal stuff for more normal fandoms. This one's for all the weirdos. I wrote it months ago and have been holding onto it, but it's as good a time as ever. So I'm finally putting my weird nonsense into the world (Sorry.) I love the stinky bugs-and-opium-wizard. You invite Enki for a study date to seduce him. I might write a sequel with a transfem Enki. ~2700 Words.

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It took some doing, but you’d convinced Enki Ankarian to come over for a study date. It all started when you saw him in the library, at a table covered in stacks of books, his naturally Grey hair spilling over his face. He was so serious, scribbling notes with an almost frantic expression.

He was standoff-ish at first, but you broke through his facade with a little earnest care. You took interest in his strange fascination with the occult, withstood his seemingly random insults, and shared with him some of your own interests. It took weeks, but finally he let his defenses down and finally accepted your invitation.

You hear a knock at your apartment door exactly one minute early, and peering through the peephole you see him. He stands there in an ill-fitting sweater vest with a comical number of books nestled under his arm. In fact you’re not really sure how he’s carrying them all with his frail little arms.

You open the door and say “Enki! You made it!”

He smiles, subtly, and walks past you to set his books down. Among them you can spot books on things like demonology and fringe religious texts. A heavily worn and annotated copy of The Lesser Key of Solomon sits on top.

You walk over to the bar with him and sit down across from him. His glasses keep sliding down his bony nose as he stacks his books, but it’s cute. He looks like a librarian or something.

“Would you like anything to drink?” You ask.

“What do you have?” He replies.

“Soda, and water.”

“Anything harder?”

“Afraid not,” You reply.

“I’m okay,” he grumbles.

“Suit yourself,” You say, grabbing a drink.

He’s already immersed himself in a book by the time you sit down. “Is that for one of your classes?” You ask.

“Just a hobby,” He replies, writing notes.

What is it about this gnarled, rude, strange boy that attracts you so much? There's a certain something to him that's hard to place, but you can't help but be drawn in by him. Maybe it’s his sad stare, or maybe the passion you can sense in his feverish studies.

Maybe it was a mistake inviting him for a study date. You knew how fastidious he was in his studies and now he’s hardly talking to you. You sigh and buckle down on your own studies, but after an hour or so, he suddenly stands up. “Going out for a smoke,” He says.

You follow him out onto the patio and snatch his lighter from the railing. As he puts the cigarette between his lips, you flick the lighter and hold it up for him. He leans forward, pulling his hair away. The gentle ember gives his pale face a rich orange tone as he draws the first puff

"Why are you so nice to me?" He grumbles.

Because I want to fuck you, you think. "Everyone deserves a chance,” You say. “You're a sweet guy, Enki. And passionate. I don't know. Do I need a reason?"

He grumbles something to himself.

“So what got you into the occult?” You ask.

“It’s something I get from my family,” He replies, wincing.

“How’s that?” You ask.

"I shouldn’t have said anything,” He says. “I don't really want to get into my family situation. It's… ugly. Like me." His face contorts into a snarl.

“You should be nicer to yourself,” You say, gently touching his shoulder. He reflexively pulls away. Maybe in disgust, or maybe it’s some kind of trauma.

“Perhaps I should," he replies, Staring out into the sunset. His eyes glaze over, like a corpse almost. You decide to watch the sunset as well. There’s something to a quiet introspective moment like this.

He shakes his head as he takes his last puff, flicking the butt out into the parking lot.

“You ready to head in?” You ask. He nods his head, and you open the door for the two of you.

Walking behind him you spot a knot in his hair. Even though he’s grown it well past his back, it appears he doesn't take care of it at all.

“Could I brush your hair?” You ask as he sits down.

“I’m sorry?” He asks, jolting and turning around to you.

“Your hair,” You say. “I’d like to brush it.” He’s squinting at you, and you can’t tell what is going on behind those eyes. “It’s just so beautiful,” You add.

“If you must,” He says after a moment.

After retrieving your gentlest hairbrush, you pull a stool up behind him and sit down.

“Please be careful,” he says.

“Awww does the baby have a tender scalp?” You tease.

“I don’t have to let you brush my hair,” He snaps.

“I’m only teasing,” you giggle, before taking a strand of his knotted hair and holding it so it wouldn’t tug on his scalp when you pulled the brush through. He winced, but didn’t pull himself away from his studies. His hair is a wreck, but not unsalvageable. It would be worthwhile for him to consider at least a trim though.

“I wish I had detangling spray,” You remark. “This would be so much easier.”

He just grumbles something under his breath as you continue to brush. It feels like his hair is all knots. You could be here all night as far as you know. You tenderly run your fingers through his hair and he sighs, but not his typical sigh. A sort of relief, or maybe pleasure. You gently scratch his scalp and something akin to a quiet moan escapes his lips.

It takes nearly an hour, but you finally work out his knots. You didn’t notice at the time, but at some point, he stopped his studying to lean his head back, closing his eyes.

“Alright,” You say “I’m all done!”

He jumps as if startled and sits up to continue his studying. “Thank you,” He replies.

“When you condition your hair, make sure to get the ends,” You tell him. “That will help with the tangles.”

“Sure,” He says.

You brush your fingers through his hair again and say, “You really do have beautiful hair.”

“Thank you,” He replies.

“You should let me wash it some time.”

He nearly keeps his composure, but you notice a slight jump, or maybe a shiver. “I don’t think that will be happening,” he says.

“Who knows you might enjoy yourself,” you tempt him.

You begin to scratch his back and he shivers. You can feel his spine, even through several layers of clothing. He feels emaciated. You could probably sling him over your shoulder, he seems so skinny.

“Why are you so affectionate toward me?” He asks. “I don’t understand what you’re getting at.”

“Enki,” You say, “I like you.”

He turns around and starts to get up. “I don’t know what kind of cruel joke this is, but I don’t appreciate it.”

You stand up too and brush his hair behind his ear, looking into his eyes. Without warning, you plant a kiss on his sunken cheek. His knees nearly buckle.

“You’re serious…” He says. You nod. “This is a date?” You nod again. “Not, like, a date, but a capital D date?”

“Yes Enki,” You laugh.

“Oh my god,” He says. “I feel so stupid now. I-I’ve been so mean to you, and you-you…”

He stammers and stutters until you just kiss him. On the lips this time. He puts his arms around you to hold himself up. It’s a tender kiss, not too much, but you do slip a little tongue in. You put your hand on his chest and feel his heart pounding.

As you pull away, He’s blushing, bringing just a little color to his pale skin. You try not to notice, but his pants have gotten a little tighter now as well.

“I want you, Enki” you say.

“So quickly?” He asks, his face lighting up in nervous excitement.

“Why not?” You ask. “But it’s okay if you’re not ready.”

“I think I am,” He replies, glancing down and blushing even harder.

"Come to the room with me," you say, offering your hand. He gives you a nervous smile as he takes it.

He gulps as you enter the room. “There’s something… I don’t know how to say this.”

“Don’t worry Enki,” You reply. “You’re not going to scare me off.”

“It’s just…” he starts, “I have some scars.”

You smile at him as you take his hand and unbutton his sleeves. “Don’t worry about it.” You roll them up to reveal hesitation marks. Quite a few of them. You hold his wrists to your lips and kiss them. “Sweet boy. I’m so sorry.”

You do the same for his other wrist, then grab his sweater from the bottom, and lift it over his head. You start to unbutton his shirt, but he stops you by placing his hand in front of the buttons. “I’m sorry,” he says. “This was a mistake.” He looks like he might cry.

“Enki,” You reply, cupping a hand to his cheek. “I won’t judge you.”

He drops his hand and allows you to start unbuttoning his shirt. There’s little muscle or fat between the skin and bones. You notice more scars as more of his chest is revealed. Some long, some short. You push his shirt off of him and it falls to the floor. You brush your hand over his chest and all of his scars. He flinches. “There’s nothing to worry about,” You say. “I won’t hurt you.”

You run your hands over his back, feeling his prevalent spine with your fingers. You also notice even more scars to your surprise. Long, deep ones. Scars in places he wouldn’t be able to reach. Oh Enki, what happened to you? You think.

Now you move your hands down to his pants. He’s hard as a rock, and it’s impossible not to notice. You undo the button, and pull down the zipper. A light crop of light gray pubic hair peeks out. You can’t help but grin at the fact that he doesn’t wear underwear, but you’re not sure what you expected.

His pants fall from his bony hips, revealing more scars on his legs. You admire him for a second, careful not to let him catch you. His hip bones and ribs jut out so severely from his sunken stomach that you can’t help but worry, though it’s none of your business. His skin, though pale, is quite beautiful, and surprisingly soft.

He kicks his shoes off and removes his socks as he steps out of his pant legs. “I hope this is okay,” He says, rubbing his arm nervously.

“You’re perfect,” You say with a smile. taking his hand and leading him to the bed, you begin to undress. Enki sits up against the headboard watching, though he looks away when you notice.

"You can look," you laugh. "You'll be doing more than that soon enough."

He blushes, turning his gaze back to you. His erection is absolutely throbbing now. "You should know," he says, "it's my first time."

"That’s okay," you smile. As you finish undressing, you crawl on the bed toward him.

You start on his shins, kissing each of his scars. "Is this okay?" You ask.

He nods. "Though you might be there for a while. I have a lot of them."

"I don't mind," you reply between kisses.

You're making your way up his thighs and he's starting to squirm. You playfully brush his cock with your face, and he grips the sheets with white knuckles. You're almost worried he's going to cum then and there. He doesn't, though he leaks a bit of precum.

You pay special attention to his hip bones that jut so far out as you move up to his torso. As you reach his chest, you give his nipples a lick and he moans sweetly.

Now you've made it up to his face. He turns away, but you bring his face back to you and give him a deep, passionate kiss. His rigid body slowly melts into yours, and eventually, he starts to kiss back. You can feel his excitement in the way he pushes back into you and writes under your touch.

You pull away and start to move down his body, again planting little kisses on his body as you move down.

As you reach his legs, he can barely contain himself anymore. Writhing, and squirming, and gripping the sheets, he looks like he's going to explode before you even touch him. His erection is so hard now that the skin is thin and shiny and that little bead of precum has grown slightly.

You look up at him as you lick his shaft starting from the bottom and moving up, licking up his precum. He tilts his head back, moaning. You could tease him like this all day, laying little kisses up and down his shaft as his throbbing cock twitches involuntarily; watching as he squirms and moans at each little brush of your lips.

Eventually, when you can't wait any longer, you wrap your lips around the head and he tenses up letting out a high-pitched whimper. You look up at him as you press downward and his breath catches. You start to move up and down, feeling his length fill your mouth.

You bring your head back up to focus on the head again. You twirl your tongue around the tip as he twitches and throbs. He’s making cute little whimpers and squeaks as he shudders beneath you. You shove your head back down and he moans loudly again.

He can hardly contain himself, thrusting his hips involuntarily and writhing as you drool down his shaft. Each time he twitches, it pushes his cock to the back of your throat which causes him to moan and squirm even more. By this point he's throbbing in your mouth. You're almost worried he's going to cum now, but he keeps it together.

If you keep going like this he won't last long though, so you pull away after a moment and crawl up to meet his face with yours. You cup a hand to his cheek and plant a kiss on his lips. His eyes are brighter than you’ve ever seen them. You squirt some lube into your hand and gently rub it on his erection. He shuts his eyes and trembles at your touch.

“Are you ready?” You ask.

He nods and you slowly ease down onto his cock. As he pushes into you, he moans softly. Nearly a whimper. You push down a little more until he fills you completely. For a moment you just sit there, arms wrapped around his neck, looking into each other’s eyes. Slowly, you start to move up and down, bouncing on his cock as he shuts his eyes and leans his head back.

He feels amazing inside you and he can tell from the noises you’re making. Though you’re not as loud as him, the two of you are so lost in pleasure that you’re practically screaming. If you were more aware you might wonder what the neighbors would think.

As you go, he starts to thrust his hips more and more, like some animalistic urge has overtaken him. He pushes into you harder with each thrust causing each of you to moan louder and higher. As if you can’t take it anymore, you grab his face in both hands and pull him into a deep, passionate kiss. He practically growls into your mouth as your tongues swirl around one another.

He pulls away and says “I’m going to come.”

"Come for me," you say, clasping his face. He thrusts a few more times, hard and slow, before you can feel his throbbing cock pulse inside of you, filling you with his hot cum. The sensation pushes you over the edge and you cum as he does; the both of you a trembling wreck, holding onto each other as you convulse.

You caress his cheek and look into his eyes. "That was nice," you say.

"Yeah," He says, sleep setting rapidly in.

You climb off of him as he slumps down until he's laying flat. You lay down next to him and put your arm over him. "Get some rest," you say, planting a little kiss on his cheek. He sighs contentedly and the two of you drift off.

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"It's Not a Sin"

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Simeon X GN!Reader

CW: Cockwarming, Penetration (Receiving.) Quiet, breathy, and romantic. GN reader with ambiguous genitals as always.

A/N: This one turned out longer than I expected. I was scared it would be too short. Still just obsessed with innocent Simeon. Not related to my last Simeon fic. MC convinces Simeon to try cockwarming saying it's not a sin if they don't move. ~1500 words.

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There was something to that angel. Maybe it was his innocence. Obviously he was beautiful in every way. From his soft skin to his cute, curly locks he was undeniably perfect. The only problem was he was too pure. It was cute of course. The way he got shy and quiet whenever anything remotely sexual came up, blushing at the slightest mention of the human body. You’d flirted and even propositioned him before, but he always says the same thing: “It’s a sin.” You had a new idea though.

“There’s this thing they do on Earth,” You tell him. “It’s a way to be intimate without sinning. I think they call it soaking. You put it in and just sit there. It’s not a sin if you don’t move!”

His jaw drops and his face flushes. He might be in shock.

“You okay Simeon?” You ask.

He shakes his head quickly to clear his head. “That’s a lot to take in…” He says.

Neglecting to make the obvious joke you take his hands and say, “I just want to be closer to you Simeon!” You link your fingers with his, looking deep into his eyes.

He’s starting to sweat a little. “I don’t know…” He says.

“I promise I’ll be good!” You say. “It would really mean a lot to me… You mean a lot to me.”

He looks down, not sure what to think. It’s quiet for a moment before you squeeze his hands gently and he looks up at your pleading eyes. “Okay,” He says. “We can do it.”

“Really!?” You ask, pulling him into a hug.

“Really,” He says warmly.

You give him a deep, sweet kiss, holding his face between your hands. Though hesitant at first, you feel him ease into it, and even wrap his arms around you.

As you pull away he looks happy and even excited, if a little conflicted.

“Well.” You say, “I’ll see you tonight then! Bring pajamas, you’re staying the night.”

He smiles and nods.

Trying not to think about your plans for the night was impossible. All through the day all you could think about is his cock inside of you. Even when you sit there trying to focus on anything else, you’re rubbing your legs together thinking about how good it will feel when he slides into you for the first time. How he’ll groan in your ear as he enters you, and how you’ll “accidentally” move, "trying to get comfortable."

Your heart is pounding as you await him in your room. You’ve put on your most comfortable pajamas to pace the room as you wait. When he finally knocks it’s almost startling. Rushing to the door, you open it and see Simeon standing there in cute, silken pajamas. He’s blushing already, rubbing his arm as he avoids your eyes.

“Come on in!” You say, stepping out of the way.

He walks in, his movements stiff and awkward. Clearly he’s nervous, but that’s to be expected. You know he’s excited though because the pajamas he’s wearing do little to hide his erection. You can clearly make out the shape of his cock, the head imprinted in the fabric.

“You look so cute in your pajamas,” You say, rubbing his arm.

“Thanks,” he chuckles, blushing again.

“Are you ready?” You ask.

“I think so,” He replies.

“Come on!” You tell him, walking over to your bed.

You lift the covers and settle into bed on your side. Simeon does the same, but keeps some distance between you.

“You’ll need to get closer than that,” You giggle.

He inches closer to you, bringing his warm body close to yours. As he presses up against you, it's impossible to ignore his hard cock pressed against your ass. You grab his arm and put it over your side. His strong arm feels so comforting around your waist.

“So how do we…” He begins.

“Slide off your pants,” You say. “You can just do a little.” It’s not like you can’t already feel his cock after all.

You pull your pants all the way down and off as you feel him adjusting his to barely free his cock. As he settles back in, you feel his cock, hot and rock hard against your ass. All you can think about is how good it’s going to feel inside you. How warm and filling. Your hips are already moving on their own as your imagination runs wild.

You reach back and fondle his cock. His breath catches and he whimpers a little, clutching tight to you. “Are you ready?” you ask.

He hesitates, but says, “I’m ready.”

You take his cock and guide it to your entrance. As the tip presses against you, you push back against him. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, burying his face in your hair and grunting. You keep pushing back slowly until you feel his cock all the way inside of you.

You moan and shudder a little, feeling his hard length filling you up. It’s hard not to move already. You just want to gyrate your hips, pushing his cock in and out of you, but you have to be patient. You don’t want him to know that you were planning this all along.

You can feel him shuddering behind you too, the intensity of being inside you driving him crazy.

“Doesn’t it feel nice?” You ask. “Being so close?”

“Y-yeah,” He grunts.

You try not to move, but it’s getting too hard. Deep, instinctual temptations bombard your senses and it’s not long before you move your hips a little feeling his hard cock twitch inside of you.

He pulls you tight with the arm that he hooked around your shoulder and growls in your ear. You moan as he presses into you.

“I’m sorry,” He says. “It just caught me off-guard.”

“That’s okay,” You say, trying to hide a smirk.

You wait as long as you can before adjusting again, feeling the impatience building up in you. You can feel it in him too in the way he curls his toes and balls his fists, shuddering as he clings on to you.

You adjust and he jerks involuntarily again, pushing into you. This time, you don’t stop. You gyrate your hips forward and back, his cock sliding in and out of you. In the quiet room, all you can hear are his faint whimpers and heavy breaths. You do your best to keep quiet as well, but it’s hard. You both know what you’re doing is wrong, but neither of you will say anything now.

The way he holds onto you and breathes into your ear as he buries his face in your hair is heavenly.

You keep thrusting on and off of his cock, feeling his length sliding in and out of you. Still, it’s not enough. You need more. Breathier, clingier, harder sex. As good as this feels, you can’t take it any more.

You pull off of him and roll him over onto his back. As you climb on top of him, he looks up at you with his beautiful blue eyes, panting. His eyes are filled with desire in a way you’ve never seen before. They’re pleading for you to fuck him as hard as you can.

You rip your shirt off and climb on top of him. You lean over him, holding yourself up with your arms. Your eyes are locked as you ease onto his cock, gasping as you feel it parting your walls. You press down onto it until you feel your entrance clench around the base.

You start to bounce on his cock. As you do, his eyes meet yours and you can see the adoration sparkling in them. He sets his hands on your waist then runs them up your chest and all the way to your face. He cups your cheeks in his soft, warm hands, staring deep into your eyes as you push his cock deep into you.

You continue to bounce on him. The only sound in the quiet room is the faint slapping of skin, heavy breathing, and occasional grunts and moans. Feeling his length slide in and out of you, you’re getting close to an orgasm, and he must be too.

“I’m going to…” He says, interrupting himself with a gulp. Perhaps he can’t bring himself to say it fully, but you can feel that he’s close before he even says anything.

“Come for me sweet boy,” You say as you continue to ride him. Suddenly you feel his cock throb inside you, as he shoots hot cum into you. He bucks his hips, thrusting deeper into you. At the same time you feel waves of pleasure wash over you. Your legs shake as you cum and your arms grow weak. A soft elongated moan escapes your lips and you collapse on his chest.

You lay there for a moment before rolling over to lay facing him, your fingers tracing his beautiful features. He smiles faintly, though his consciousness is clearly fading. Sighing contentedly you say, "Good night sweet boy."

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Silk Ropes and Crackling Fire

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Lucifer X Fem!Reader

CW: Soft Bondage/Dom, Nipple play, Oral (Giving and receiving,) Penetration (Receiving,) Overstimulation, Hickeys. A little rough, but you can find romance in there. Some gendered language (Use of "good girl,") but ambiguous genitals as always.

A/N: I've been putting this one off for a while (like, over a month,) but it was a lot of fun! I don't know why I waited so long! Anyway I hope you enjoy it. It's basically all smut, no fluff so, yeah. Light BDSM sex with Lucifer ~2100 Words

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The silk ropes dig lightly into your skin as your breath hitches. Though the room is lit only by the crackling fireplace, you can make out the beautiful face of Lucifer, as he adjusts his vest before sitting on the bed with you. He runs his gloved hands up your naked body and all the way to your hands to link fingers with you. In your excitement, you moan as your arms involuntarily jerk, tugging on the bedposts he tied your wrists to.

He smirks and chuckles lightly. He leans in, brushing your lips with his. The smell of his cologne overwhelms your senses. “You’ll be good for me tonight,” He whispers against your lips, “Right?” You nod. “You’ll be patient?” He asks. You nod again. “Good.”

Without unlinking your fingers, he kisses you. It’s intense like it always is with him. Deep and passionate in a possessive kind of way, with just the right amount of tongue. He kisses like he’ll lose you if he lets go.

He releases you from the kiss and looks at you with those burning eyes of his. It’s too intimidating to maintain so you look away, but he grabs you by the chin and turns your gaze back to him. He kisses you again briefly before pulling away and running his hands up and down your body with a desire and intensity that’s almost frightening. As he caresses your skin, you can’t help but squirm. He gently runs his fingers against the soft skin of your arms first, then moves down to your chest, but stays far from your nipples. His fingers trace a path down your ribs, then the side of your stomach, but stop there before circling around and following the same path they ran before.

Electric tingles run all down your spine, igniting an excitement down between your legs. You squirm and jerk against your restraints as he smirks. His smug satisfaction is hardly unexpected.

You’re already starting to get impatient, rubbing your legs together, even though you know he’s just getting started. He knows what he’s doing, but nonetheless he leans down and whispers in your ear. “You promised to be good.”

His chiding tone irks you, even as his cold breathy voice in your ear sends shivers all through your body. You know that if you talk back he’ll only go harder on you so you just nod and hope that he accepts that.

Thankfully he does, kissing your cheek and making sure to breathe into your ear. He moves down to your neck, leaving soft, gentle little kisses at first, but gradually he starts suck on the skin. You can tell that he plans on leaving a few marks so that everyone knows who you belong to.

Moving further down, he places little kisses on your upper chest, then kisses down the middle to reach your tummy. Gradually he makes his way to your belly button. He stops here and starts to make his way back up your body “accidentally” brushing your nipple with his fingers on his way.

He kisses you on the lips again, inciting whiny little moans from you.

“What’s the matter?” He asks coyly.

“P-please,” You say, looking away, “I can’t take anymore.”

He runs a finger from your lower stomach all the way up your chest and to your face. Grabbing your chin he pulls your face harshly to meet his gaze. “You promised to be good. If you can’t behave,” He says cooly, “Then should I get up and leave you here? I’m a very busy man.” He’s nearly growling.

Your heart pounds as he starts to get up from the bed. “I’m sorry!” You say. “Please don’t go!”

He smirks. Of course he was never going to really leave, and you knew that, but it works nonetheless. He turns those intense burning eyes back on you and asks “Then can you behave?”

“I promise!” You say, nodding vigorously.

He sits back down on the bed looking up and down your body. He goes back to exactly where he was before. Kissing your cheek, then moving down your body as you shiver and writhe under him.

He doesn’t neglect your nipples this time, leaving a trail of soft kisses on his way. He wraps his lips around your nipple, flicking his tongue vigorously over it as he pinches the other gently between his finger and thumb. A gentle twist of his fingers and soft bite causes you to buck your hips involuntarily. He smirks moving on to your tummy and then your hip bones, which he spends plenty of time placing little kisses on.

He’s so close now that you can barely contain your excitement. Soft kisses lead him to your legs. He spends plenty of time there, cherishing every moan, whimper, and squirm. By the time he reaches your inner thighs you feel like you’re going to explode. You just want to beg him to go down on you already, but he’d just tease you more, or worse, get up to do paperwork and leave you to cool down.

You can feel his hair and face occasionally brush your genitals as he kisses back and forth on your thighs. Just when you’re about to beg him, you feel his lips suddenly touch down. You gasp and writhe as he wraps his arms around your thighs to get better control. His tongue feels heavenly as he flicks it against you and twirls it around. You want nothing more than to play with his soft, wavy locks as you press your thighs against his face. Having your hands tied up is agony, but you know he enjoys your frustration.

He pulls away for a second to spit on his fingers, which fills you with nervous anticipation. He rubs his fingers gently on you, before pressing them in. You gasp in pleasure, tugging at your restraints again to no avail. Intense as it is, it feels amazing as he curls his fingers up inside you, pressing against your walls to hit that delicate spot.

He moans as he goes down on you, sending vibrations through you and heightening the sensation. He had to know you wouldn’t last long with the way he teased you, and you’re already moaning louder and whinier as he fucks you with his fingers and runs his mouth up and down on you.

You’re writhing and moaning as he pushes you even farther until you scream out in pleasure, cumming on his tongue. Warm sweetness spills out as you squirm and moan. He pushes you even further as waves of pleasure spill over you.

“That’s enough,” You beg. “I already came.” It slurs out of you, your tongue already going dumb from pleasure.

He doesn’t stop though, continuing to press you even further until the overstimulation subsides and ordinary pleasure sets back in. It doesn’t take long for you to cum again. You let out one long moan as your back arches.

He finally pulls back, watching you pant and squirm. “Good girl,” He says. “You came twice for me.” He looks down on you with that look of smug satisfaction you’re so used to.

You just nod and try to catch your breath. He smirks at you as he leans over to untie your wrists. He helps you sit up on your knees, before taking your wrists and quickly tying them behind your back. Kneeling on the bed now, he unbuttons his pants and undoes the zipper revealing his hard cock. He puts a finger under your chin and turns your head up to meet his gaze. “Be a good girl and suck my cock.” He caresses your cheek as you lean over to lick the tip of his cock. He moans, finally getting to feel some pleasure himself.

You wrap your lips around the head, careful not to lose your balance with your arms tied behind your back. With his warm, stiff cock in your mouth you swirl your tongue around it, feeling it all. As you press down further, he sets his hand on the back of your head, pulling your hair out of the way in the process. He guides you with his hand, pushing down slightly until you wrap the base with your lips. He growls in pleasure as his cock rubs the back of your throat.

Feeling his entire length fill your mouth, you start to pull back, letting him guide your pace with his hand. You suck him down, making use of your tongue when you can. His strong hand on the back of your head presses you down occasionally, reminding you who’s in control. You can feel him getting close so he releases your hair and cups your cheek, bringing your eyes up to meet his.

“Good girl,” He says.

You smile at his praise. He gets up from the bed and sits behind you. He puts a hand on your back and lowers you gently so that you are laying face first on the bed, but still on your knees. With your arms still tied behind your back, you can’t hold yourself up. You’re at his mercy.

He runs his hands from your shoulders down to your ass, soaking in your body. He places one hand firmly on your waist, squeezing a little as he does, and grabs the silk rope around your wrists with the other. You feel his still-wet cock appear at your entrance.

As rough as he often is, he gives you time to adjust. Pressing in, he gives you a second with each inch to prepare for the next. You gasp in pleasure as you feel his legs meet your own, meaning his entire length is inside of you; your hole swallowing the base of his shaft. He squeezes your waist again, moaning as he reaches your depths. He starts to pull out, and as he pushes back in, you feel a tug at your shoulders as he pulls your tied wrists for more leverage.

He starts to fuck you faster, pulling you back by the wrists with each thrust. Each thrust is just a little faster, a little harder. “Luci!” You moan, “That feels so good.”

He just fucks you harder, the sounds of slapping skin interrupting the peaceful crackle of the fireplace. You feel his length sliding nearly all the way out before being plunged all the way back in to the hilt each time.

You’re already sensitive from cumming twice, so it takes little work to get you close. “I think I’m going to cum again,” You moan.

“Good girl,” Lucifer purrs from behind you, removing a hand from your waist to trail a finger delicately down your back. It pushes you over the edge and You convulse as you cum again, turning your face into the sheets so you can moan as loudly as you want.

He doesn’t stop though. Even after getting so close while pleasuring himself with your mouth, he keeps going, returning his hand to your waist so he can fuck you harder. He keeps pushing into you, getting faster. You notice too that his moans are getting louder and closer together. His growls turn into more vulnerable whimpers as he gets close.

“I’m going to cum,” He growls.

“Please cum inside me,” You moan, nearly whining.

He gives you three hard thrusts spaced further apart, making sure to push his cock all the way into you. You feel his cock start to throb inside of you, its twitches pushing against your walls. Hot cum spills out of it and into you. It pushes you over the edge, your shaking legs ready to give way. “I’m cumming,” you moan again before collapsing. You fall off of his cock, feeling his cum spill out of you slightly.

He’s still kneeling behind you, looking perfect in the dim light of the fireplace. He tosses his hair out of his face and zips his pants. Getting off the bed he unties your wrists and kisses you on the forehead. “What a good girl,” He coos. He picks you up in his strong arms and places you rightways on the bed, tucking you in before kissing your forehead again.

He disappears to the fireplace for only a second, returning with a mug of your favorite hot beverage. “Here, drink up,” He says softly as he hands you the drink.

You smile and say, “Thank you Luci.”

“Anything for my princess,” He replies.

As much work as he probably needs to get to, he strips down and lays in bed to cuddle with you as you sip your drink. He presses his warm naked body against you as you slowly drift off.

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Levi's Gaming Trouble

Nsfw content MDNI

This is a follow-up to another fic I wrote about transfem Levi!

Characters: Transfem!Leviathan X GN!Reader

CW: Nipple play, Oral (Giving and receiving,) Penetration (Receiving,) Levi gets made fun of for being a girl who plays games. Reader's gender is not mentioned.

A/N: More transfem Levi cause she's just so cute. >.< Levi gets made fun of for being a girl while playing games so you cheer her up. Please use she/her for Levi on this post. <3 ~1300 words.

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It’d been a few years since Levi had come out as a woman to you. She was much happier and things were going well. She was only getting cuter as time went on, but overall not much changed about her personality. She took better care of herself and grew more confident, but still locked herself in her room for days to play video games or watch anime.

On a day like any other you sneak into her room while she’s playing video games and sit next to her. She beams a smile at you, but you can hear faint voices coming from her headset, so you assume her mic is on. It seems like a pretty serious game, so you just watch. She’s focused and quiet until she has a strategy, saying “Let’s cut them off.”

Over the headset you hear “Oh, a girl huh?” followed by a few laughs.

“Guess we’re not winning this one,” another voice says.

“Just let us handle this,” someone else chides. More laughter.

Her shoulders slump, but her eyes darken. She’s as disheartened as she is angry. You can sense a lot of emotions going on within her: nervousness, frustration, sadness.

You place a hand on her shoulder and smile at her. She looks over at you and gives you a half-hearted smile. It seems like she's really down, but you have an idea on how to cheer her up.

You slide off of the couch and crawl in between her legs. She looks at you in confusion for a second, before a smirk spreads across her face and she lightly giggles. You reach up under her skirt and slowly remove her panties. She’s already biting her lip, as she looks down at you.

“Focus on your game,” You whisper. “You have to win and show them who’s boss.”

She smiles and looks back up at the screen.

When her panties hit the ground, you lift her skirt to expose her plump cock. You run your fingers against the soft skin, feeling it twitch as it hardens a little more. She’s a little wet already, the skin lightly dampened as her cock gets harder.

You continue to caress it, enjoying her yearning twitches and convulsions as her hips move involuntarily. She whimpers ever so slightly.

“Shhh,” You giggle, “They’ll hear you.”

You cradle her cock in your hand and bring your lips to softly kiss the soft skin of the underside of her shaft. It twitches uncontrollably as your hot breath bears down on her. It’s clear that she can’t handle any more teasing, so you wrap your lips around the head and suck a little. Her voice slips out slightly as you press your head down further. You feel her warm cock fill your mouth, the soft skin of the shaft sliding against your tongue. You press all the way down until you wrap your lips around the base.

She's twitching and shuddering as you continue to suck her down, but trying her best to focus on her game. As her cock slides in and out of your mouth, you can feel her skin tightening as it gets harder. You keep up the pace, working the spots you know feel good to her. She's gyrating her hips now, grinding on your face, and you can tell she's close to cumming. A few whimpers sneak out of her mouth as she pants. You feel her cock throb in your mouth as just a few drops of cum leak out.

She takes off her headset and says, "fuck, that was amazing."

You smile and say "Did you win?"

She grins. "You bet!"

"We should do this more often," you laugh.

She gets up from the couch and you ask, "All done with your game?"

"I am for now," she replies. "It's your turn."

She takes your hand and guides you to the bed. Running her hands through your hair, she pulls you into a kiss, grinding her hips into your leg.

"Still ready to go even though you came?" You laugh.

"I could go again," she replies. More kisses. Sweet, playful ones as she runs her fingers through your hair.

You feel her playing with the button to your pants, then the zipper, and next she's tearing them down. She quickly lifts your top over your head, before pushing you over onto the bed. The two of you giggle as she leans over you to kiss you before moving down to your aching groin. She slurps you up with anticipation, burying her head between your legs.

She works her tongue so skillfully as she goes down on you, running it over you and twirling it around your most sensitive spots. You reach down to play with her hair. She blushes as she looks up at you before looking away. She wraps her arms around your legs for more leverage, as though she's afraid you're going to get away from her. As though you'd want to. She looks so cute between your legs as you twirl her blue hair around a finger and moan.

You're getting close now, and she can tell from the way your moans are getting louder and higher. She doesn't let up, relentlessly attacking the spots she knows feel best with a steady pace. As you cum, you can't help but clutch her hair and squeeze her cute cheeks between your thighs.

When your convulsions subside, she's already ripped her clothes off and is leaning over you. Her hard cock is pressed right up against you as she presses her lips to yours.

"Are you ready?" She asks.

You nod and she presses her cock slowly into you. You moan as you feel her length sliding against your walls. As you wrap the base of her cock inside you, she starts to pull out, before plunging back in. You both moan as she slides all the way in again.

She starts to thrust faster, getting into a good rhythm. Leaning down, she wraps her arms around you, pressing her breasts against you. You clutch her too, wrapping your arms around her back and digging your nails slightly in. It only makes her thrust harder, pressing her cock deep into you.

Lifting herself back up, she looks down at you. She looks so cute with her loose blue hair dangling around her face. You reach down to her dangling breasts and rub her nipples, which causes her to shut her eyes and whimper in overstimulating pleasure. She almost loses her momentum, but instead presses into you even harder with quick thrusts that shake the bed.

As she fucks you, you can hear her voice getting higher and yours seems to match it. When she says "I'm getting close," it's not a surprise.

"Me too," you say as she wraps her arms around you to thrust her cock deep into you a few more times as you both cum.

Her cock throbs inside of you, pulsing against your walls as you both cum. Her moans and panting in your ear heightens the sensation, sending tingles down your spine as waves of orgasmic pleasure wash over you.

She collapses on top of you, her still-hard cock inside of you. Your sweaty bodies stick together as you try to catch your breath. She sighs contentedly as you cuddle. It seems like you were able to cheer her up after all.

"Come on sweet girl," you say. "Let's cuddle and watch anime or something."

She smiles and mumbles "that sounds nice."

Her cock has softened a little as she begins to pull it out. The sensation is almost overstimulating after cumming twice. You moan as you feel her cock slide out of you and she smirks.

When she's all the way out she sits up and says, "You ready? Let's go cuddle some more."

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