#Satan ponytail

[caindiis]

guess what

#obey me #obey me satan #MY TABELTSS WORKINF AGAIN IM TOO POWERIFL NOW!!!! #also i gave satan the highest honor i can give a character (side ponytail <3) #i’m going crazy i’m going crazy i’m going crazy i’m go #and if it wasn’t obvious; #THIS IS A MASSIVE WIP! #it is Also a minor redesign im sorry satan but your fits are ugly and i can’t bring myself to draw them.

[karatehusbandos]

I'm reading a lawrusso fic and someone called Silver a greasy ponytail Satan. I will now refer to silver as that. The greasy ponytail Satan.

#tkk #tkk3 #cobra kai #terry silver #silver #greasy ponytail satan

[authorhjk1]

Interlude: Ms. Satan

(Kim Bora X Male Reader)

You immediately know it's a dream as soon as you open your eyes. Your body is that of an 18 year old. Standing in front of a large, dark building you feel shivers run down your spine.

Your friends made you do this. A bet. A bet that could earn you 200 bucks. Is it worth it? Maybe not. And yet, here you are. Although you are scared, you still want to find out what's going on in this building.

The cold night air messes up your hair. The stars and the moon seem unusual gloomy.

There are stories of some sort of ghost or witch or something. Hiding in this abandoned building. If the stories are true, no one has gone in there for two years now.

You gulp, the palms of your hands starting to sweat. The huge double doors are covered in yellow tape. "Caution" is written in big black letters all over them.

One of the doors is slightly ajar. Not creepy at all. You try to squeeze through the gap, hoping to not make a sound.

Your backpack feels heavy on your shoulders. You win the bet, when you leave this building tomorrow morning. Hopefully alive. For now, you plan to make your way to the roof, hoping to be able to sleep up there. There shouldn't be so much potential trouble up there. The problem is just getting there.

You hear your steps echo through the empty building as you start to climb the stairs. The bright circle of light from your flashlight illuminates the walls.

A cold breeze rushes through the building. You hear some weird noise further upstairs. You stop in your tracks. It sounded like someone was walking. But the sound is gone now. Maybe that was just your imagination.

You sigh as you reach the first floor. Five more to go. The circle of light keeps dancing on the walls in front of you as you begin the climb for the second floor.

Another sound. Your heart is almost in your throat. After a second you realize it's just rain. Heavy drops hitting the building and some of the broken windows down the hall.

You get a little wet as you climb the stairs, the rain making the steps slippery. But if it rains, you can't sleep on the roof.

You groan in annoyance. Your heart stops. There it is again. The sound somewhere in the building. As if someone is walking.

You ponder if you should just run. Just run for your life without looking back. There is definitely something here. Something that already seems to know about your presence.

You reach the second floor. Your senses heightened. Should you really turn back? But that would be so embarrassing. You just hurt some stuff. Probably just the wind.

You start to take the stairs to the third floor. After a couple of steps, you freeze. Your heart almost stops. The light of your flashlight shows you a scene you never wanted to see.

A woman is sitting on the stairs. Her dark eyes seem cold. And yet they look like they can burn with fire. Her dark hair is held back by a ponytail. Most of her body is covered in a black and orange fur coat. The patterns and colors remind you of lava. Two necklaces are decorating her neck and a huge golden flower ring is slipped on her finger.

The most eye catching are her boots though. They are white and almost reach her knees. The heels look quit high, which makes you think that these can't be comfortable at all. The most disturbing thing is the fact that splashes of blood are on them. Her white boots are covered in blood.

"Hello there, hero."

"Wha-What?"

Her voice sounds sultry. Her eyes seem to stare into your soul as she keeps talking.

"You are the first one after quite a while. I was almost getting bored."

"You.... You live here?"

She chuckles. It's a beautiful sound. For some reason you expected it to sound evil. Like that of a witch.

"Of course not. But I do feel some sort of connection to this place."

You hesitantly nod. She seems nice, but you would argue that her boots say otherwise.

"What's you name, hero?"

"It's-It's (y/n). But why do you keep calling me that?"

The woman chuckles again.

"Only heroes are brave enough to face me."

"Ah."

You nod in fake understanding. This woman seems to be a little out of her mind. Or is this actually something supernatural?

"You are here because you want to feel my warmth though, am I right?"

"Your-Your, sorry, what?"

"My warmth. The people in this area send me dozens of heroes over the last hundreds of years."

What is she talking about? Is she actually that old? But she can't be human then.

"Y-You are here for over a hundred years?"

"Don't young men like you prefer an older woman?"

"What?"

Another chuckle.

"You don't seem to have a clue what's going on."

"I-I don't."

The woman slowly let's her fur coat glide off her shoulders. Her black top is decorated with some lace around her cleavage. The straps show of her naked shoulders. She rests her chin on her hand.

"I will make this night the best of your life."

"R-Really?"

"Really."

Her smile seems a little warmer now then before.

"Come closer."

She motions you with a finger to step towards her. You do so. Her boot is right next to your leg now.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?"

You blush as you shake your head. The woman reaches out. Before you can react, she traces the outlines of your dick with a finger over your jeans.

"Virgins are always the best ones. They are so eager to please."

It seems like she said that to herself.

"Let me see that cock of yours."

She has been staring at it, but is now looking up at you.

"W-What?"

"Come on,boy. Take it out for me."

You gulp. Her voice has become a little deeper. More seductive.

As you open your jeans, you realize that you don't have a choice. As if she is making you do it.

Your pants drop. And a second later, your underwear does the same. The cold air makes you shiver as you are now completely naked from the waist down.

"Not bad."

The woman let's her fingertips dance over your length. You jerk away at first. Her hand is warmer than you expected. It's almost hot.

"What is that? Six inches?"

You nod as she wraps her hand around your cock. As she slowly starts to stroke you, you feel yourself harden.

Your desire to fuck her slowly starts to rise. You were scared at first. But it seems like she really wants this.

"What do you think about making it a little bigger?"

"W-What?"

There is that melodic chuckle again.

"Don't worry. It will only benefit you in the future."

You hesitate before you nod.

Your core starts to heat up and you see your dick starting to grow very slowly. In length and in girth. Six inches become seven, then eight and then nine.

"That's more like it."

The woman stops stroking you. She sticks her tongue out, letting it swirl around your tip.

You groan. You never felt this before.

Her lips slowly wrap around you. Your dick feels heavier than before. She looks up at you as she starts to suck you off. Her tongue is pressed against the underside of your shaft as she slowly takes more.

The woman retreats while stroking you again.

"And you taste good, too."

She winks, before sliding your cock into her mouth once more. The warmth heats up your whole body. Her saliva starts to coat your dick as she keeps sliding down your length.

You slowly start to enter her throat. You can feel it by the way her walls tighten around you. There is more friction now. She doesn't stop though. She keeps going and going.

Your eyes are wide in surprise and pleasure. You did watch some videos before, but none of the women were able to do it this easily. Especially without gagging. But for her it seems like a piece of cake.

You slide further down her throat. How is she taking all of that? She looks up at you, when she finally reaches your base. Your whole cock is inside her mouth and throat. Her walls massage your cock as she breaths, making you a little dizzy. How does this feel so good?

You see her using a finger to point at her throat. You crook your head the side. A visible bulge has formed in her throat. A familiar tug starts to build up in your core as you watch her place her hand on her own throat.

You feel the pressure of her hand as she pushes against her throat a little. Needing to tighten your grip on the flashlight you are holding, you try to hold it in. You don't want to cum so fast.

Your head starts to spin as she slowly retreats. Inch after inch leaves her throat and mouth. It's all covered in a thick layer of saliva.

"Does that feel good?"

Her question and her voice sound so innocent. As if she didn't just swallow your whole cock. You nod as she strokes your spit covered cock slowly.

"I think it's time to repay the favour."

She kisses your tip with her plump lips, before standing up.

"Get on your knees for mommy."

You are surprised by her calling herself mommy. And yet it does seem kinda fitting. You do as she says, kneeling down on the stairs.

The woman steps a step down, now standing almost directly above you. You are able to look underneath her black mini skirt. Her black panties have a golden miniature bell in the front.

"You have never eaten pussy, have you?"

You shake your head. You have seen it in the videos though.

"Stick out your tongue."

Once again, you feel as if you don't have choice. Before you can think about it, your tongue already leaves your mouth.

"Such a good boy."

She murmurs, while reaching out with her hand that's decorated with the big ring. Her finger slowly glides over your tongue. You feel it tingle a little, until she removes her finger.

"That should do."

The woman cups your cheek, while looking into your eyes.

"Now eat out mommy."

You reach underneath her skirt. Feeling the light fabric in your hands, you start to pull down her panties. The small bell jingles a little. It's barely audible.

You slide her panties down her legs. When you reach her boots, you fumble around a little, trying to get them over the white material. The fact that there is blood on them has already become unimportant to you.

Once they hit the floor, she steps out of them and kicks them aside. You straighten your back, now able to reach her pussy with your mouth. You are about to have your first taste, when you suddenly feel her hand in your hair. She pulls you back.

"You can't just go in there, honey. You have to start slowly."

You do as she says. You kiss her skin right above her right knee, before switching to the left. Slowly, you make your way up her creamy thighs. Her smooth skin tastes quite good. Not something you expected.

You become hungrier with every second. She sighs as you close in on her pussy, kissing the insides of her thighs.

Now that you are going slower, you can take a good look at her center.

Her pink pussy is hidden behind her folds, her clit barely peeking out. She is cleanly shaven, the skin just as smooth as her legs. You can see her lips glisten with arousal after your exploration of her thighs.

"Oh damn!"

She moans as you swipe your tongue through her folds. You have never done this before. And yet, your seem to know what you are doing. Or rather, your mouth knows what it's doing. It must be because of that thing she did with your tongue. A spell or something.

You begin to eat out the black haired woman. Moan after moan starts to spill from her lips. You push your tongue inside her pussy. Then, you swipe across her clit, drawing different shapes.

"Fuck. I shouldn't have given you this ability."

Her knees buckle as she gets overwhelmed by your new found skills. She has to hold onto your hair for support. You feel the wide sleeve of her fur coat rest on your head.

"Hold onto my waist."

You do as she says, holding her underneath the coat. Her skin feels a little warmer underneath your hands now.

"What a good boy."

She sighs and you can feel her, throwing her head back in bliss.

"You wanna make mommy cum, don't you?"

As if your body knows what to do to increase her pleasure, you nod. Because your mouth is still attached to her snatch, you make the woman's legs buckle again. The new sensation almost too much for her.

You feel her pussy becoming wetter as you feast on it. No spot stays untouched as you make sure to drive this unknown woman to her orgasm.

"Eat my pussy like the toy you are."

Her voice has become more sultry again as she nears her climax. Her grip on your hair becomes stronger. You feel her nails dig into your scalp.

"Mommy is gonna cum!"

She loudly announces her orgasm.

You keep up your work as she starts to cum. Her juices flood your tongue as she cums in your mouth. Her thighs close instinctively, trapping your head between them. Your face is pressed further against her pussy as she pulls at your hair.

You hear the woman breath heavily as she starts to come back to her senses. She parts her legs again, but doesn't loosen her grip on your hair. She pushes your head out of her pussy and makes you look up at her.

"You want to become a man?"

Her question sends shivers down your spine. You have never done this before. Especially not with a woman who seems to be supernatural.

But you know that the answer is yes.

She can see it in your eyes, her smile urging you on.

After letting go of your hair, she leans against the wall to your right. One foot on the step you are kneeling on, the other one step above.

"Come here then. Treat me like a man would treat me."

You almost jump to your feet, unable to hide your excitement. Standing right in front of her, you place your feet on the same steps like she did. She is a little smaller than you and yet, her pussy is on the perfect hight for your cock, due to her heels. It's tip grazes against her lower lips already.

"Put it in."

She whispers as she slings her arms around your neck.

"Take me."

You look down, as you start to part her folds. For the first time in your life, you start to penetrate a woman's most intimate area.

Her walls squeeze your cock tightly as you push forward. You go slowly, not wanting to hurt her. She bites her lip as she looks up at you.

"Give me all of it. All of your cock."

You feel her pussy molding around you as you penetrate her further. As if her cunt is reshaping itself to fit your cock like a tight sleeve.

You groan as you finally bottom out inside of her.

"Fuck. That's a good boy."

She bites your earlobe slightly, before whispering in your ear.

"Put your hands on my hips. And then, fuck me. Fuck me good."

You place your hands on her sides once more as you nod.

"That's good!"

You see her closing her eyes as you slowly pull out. Her pussy seems to try to keep you inside as you struggle to even pull out half of your cock.

You push back inside, making the woman lean her head against the wall.

"Faster, boy."

You do as she says, finally convinced you are not able to hurt her like this.

Your thrusts become faster and stronger. Her wetness makes a little easier to slide in and out.

More lewd words and moans are thrown your way as you start to actually fuck her. You nail her against the wall with every thrust, before you retreat. Then, you pull her body towards you as you thrust forward, pinning her against the wall yet again.

You keep your steady pace. Her moans increase in volume as she feels your cock hit the right spot deep inside her body.

"That's it. Pound your mommy like a good toy."

You fuck her harder. You pull her forward harsher, before slamming her against the wall.

The longer you keep fucking this woman, the longer your primal desires take over. You care less and less about your surroundings. You only care about her. Her and her pussy.

How rough you are with her doesn't matter anymore. You have to take from her as much pleasure as you can. Use her body to make yourself cum.

The woman seems to have sensed the change of your nature.

"That's it, boy. "

She moans into your ear.

"Fuck me like the slut I am. Use my hole until you cum."

You let out a groan as you think about cuming. You realize that you are lasting longer than ever before. When you do this on your own, it usually takes just a few minutes. But you feel like you have been fucking her four half an hour. Maybe that's another thing that changed, when she made your dick grow.

"Pound me with that cock of yours. I want to feel all your cum on my face."

Her words make you want to step up your game. You feel her increasing wetness as her juices slowly dribble out of the connection between your bodies.

"Fuck. You're gonna make mommy cum again."

You groan, close to your own orgasm as well. You don't know if you can survive her climaxing around your cock. Her pussy is already incredibly tight.

"Yes! Make mommy cum around that big cock of yours!"

You strengthen the grip on her hips, trying to use it to thrust into her just a little harder.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

You almost scream as well as you feel her orgasm. Her walls tighten around you, trying to milk you. Her nails scratch at the back of your neck. Lewd sounds leave her mouth, which is dangerously close to your ear. Her legs buckle.

You stop thrusting, giving her time to regain her composure. It takes her a couple of moments.

Once she has come down, she looks at you hungrily.

"Increasing your length and stamina was a good call."

She traces your jawline with a finger.

"But the best feature is your cum. From now on, you will drown every woman in cum."

"What?"

You are too stunned to speak. Partially because you are still trying to recover as well, while her pussy is still hugging you tight. You believe she is exaggerating.

"You don't trust me?"

Her hand wanders to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You suddenly feel her pussy tighten around you. You can't believe she is able to adjust the size of her cunt. She squeezes you, making your cock twitch inside of her. You feel overwhelmed as she pulls at your hair at the same time. Her pussy is almost painfully tight by now.

"I trust you. I trust you!"

You sigh as you feel her releasing her grip. Both around your cock and on your hair.

"A toy doesn't question it's mommy. Understood?"

You nod.

"Good. Now be a good boy and cum on my face."

She pushes you away, making you slowly glide out of her pussy.

You watch her sit down on the stairs, like she did as you first saw her.

"Your cock looks so tasty with all my cum on it."

She takes you into her mouth, making you groan. Her lips wrap around you, her cheeks hollow. You feel her tongue dance along your cock, teasing and edging you. There is no way you are going to last much longer.

As the woman sucks you off again, you feel a tug in your stomach. It's a little stronger than it usually is. Maybe because you actually had sex? Or because you have more cum? You don't know. But it feels so good.

She doesn't even need to take your entire length down her throat again. Her lips have reached the middle of your cock as you feel yourself twitching.

Her eyes are wide with lust, demanding you to cum right now.

You can't hold back. A new kind of rush fills your system.

The first shot of cum hits the back of her throat, before she is able to react. She moves her head away, pointing your cock towards her face with one hand.

You have to hold onto the steel banister as you start to paint her face. Rope after rope of cum covers her perfect skin. Some lands on her lips. More lands on her closed eyelids, making them visibly heavier. It's dripping down her forehead, while the hair that frames her face is coated in cum as well.

But it still doesn't stop. You give her so much, that it starts to drop down from her chin. She tries to save it by opening her mouth and letting her tongue roam around. But a second after her mouth is opened, it's almost overflowing with your cum already. She has to gulp it down, preventing herself from choking and suffocating as more and more runs down her throat.

Once you finally finish cuming, you almost don't even dare to look at her.

Her whole face is covered by a thick layer of white, sticky cum. She can only open her eyes halfway, the cum on her eyelids weighing them down.

"What did I tell you?"

She chuckles, before she starts to lap up your cum from her face. Not just with her tongue, but her finger as well.

"This is even more than I expected. Probably because this was your first time."

You are unable to respond, still trying to comprehend what has happened in the last hour. For some reason her cum covered face turns you on again. The desire, to use her body, from earlier is slowly coming back.

When she looks up at you, you see her licking her finger for the last time. Her face is mostly cleaned up.

She seems to sense your new found desire. A smile forms around her lips.

"That's right, boy. You want to fuck me again, don't you?"

You nod hesitantly.

"You can't take your eyes off me. You want to feel every part of my body underneath your hands."

You nod again. Her words make your cock hard.

"I still have some time, before my husband comes home."

"W-What?"

You didn't even think about the possibility of her being married.

"Don't worry about him. He never pays attention to me anyways."

She reaches forward, letting her hand stroke your cock again.

"I'm always trying to teach boys like you something new. But I've already given you my mouth and my pussy."

She kisses the tip of your cock, her eyes a little darker.

"There is one more hole of mine that you can use. Make my ass cum. And maybe I will se you again after tonight."

The man on his throne laughs as he looks at the flames. His red body is glistening with sweat, screams of fear echo in the distance. Through the flames, he watches you stand behind his wife, aligning your cock with her rear entrance.

"You always corrupt the good ones."

He laughs to himself, his voice raspy and dark.

As you push inside of her, he can hear her moan, telling you to cum in her ass later.

Satan grins as he stands up, ready to punish the sinners that are burning in hell.

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Hi everyone!

Enjoy this interlude. It wasn't planned at all, but after seeing SuA's Instagram post..... What am I supposed to say?

Hope you guys like the concept.

I'm excited for the new album.

Have a nice day!

#kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #male reader #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher smut #kim bora #bora

[demonsword586]

Horn grinding headcanons! Gehenna

(I apoligise but I been having THOUGHTS...and I wanted to make something like a list of all devils and how their horns would feel for grinding,starting of with Gehenna devils.)

Sitri

-first things first,the ~ shape would probably feel like a bulge

-it's also quite decent in size and he only has one horn,which is actually an advantage,since you might have a hard time finding a comfy position with a devil who has more than one

-also if you put his head between your thighs,you can pull on his ponytail

-his head probably smells like tea,so bonus points for that

Satan

-Yes

-very big,they're also in a very nice position

-also very smooth,so it may will be easier to glide against them when they're wet from cum/milk/any other liquid

-the only downside is that he would act like a brat and bite your legs or move his head away when you're close

-so kindly slap him and hold him by the tip of his horns or tug on his hair,he will enjoy it

Paimon

-okay it would be a struggle to get the position right.

-won't let you grind on them until he takes those stickers off OR will do his best to make you release a lot of juices(finger you,edge you,bite your thighs) so the stickers have more of your scent and he will keep them for years

-his horns are actually quite thin and the distance between them...like I said,this is a tough cookie to grind on,penetration might be better

-also he may prick or bite you on purpose to draw out your blood

Leraye

-okay for humping,the unicorn shape might be the safest and most straight forward one.

-this one even has a golden retriver attached to it

-absolute obedience! You tell him 'stay',he stays still...but when he's close,he may not be able to hold back much longer and will hump his head against you instead

-will keep the teddy bear on,either to make you more comfy or to get your scent on it

Zagan

-(omg bunny ears!)

-ngl that shape...would be perfect for a vibrator

- his horns have so much girth and lenght that all of your privates would be covered

-also that long,jankable hair...just imagine grinding on those cute horns and all of the sudden jank his head back,he may even let out a few moans!

-actaully since he has so much stamina he may be open to turning into a vibrator for you

-either way he will do all the work,to please his partner

Belial

-hmm...I don't want to be rude but...those are not grindable..kinda small

-if you somehow grind on those,applause to you

-but those are made for penetration...

-thankfully these average horns,have a masterfull tongue below them(really this man can write with his tongue,imagine what godly oral he could do)

-so you can get oral and horn penetration at the same time! (Imagine him sucking your clit/cock while he fucks you with his horn)

Astaroth

-okay at first nothing special,looks like he broke his horns...he turns around and DAMN! This man has a fucking grinding machine!

-The girth! The lenght! The position!

-I'm sorry but...his horns are laid flat against the back of his head,which is perfect for sitting down,not only that but his long ass hair is also there. Imagine how it would feel to sit down on this beast while his hairl tickle your legs

-the horns are pretty decent size and girth

-Oh! The bumps! Those are the cherry on top! I...it would feel amazing,that's all I can say

-the only downside is that he would probablly suffocate

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb sitri #whb leraye #whb paimon #whb astaroth #whb belial #whb zagan

[shslbunnylover]

★★★600 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 1: 𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭)★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Tag list: @inlovewithgreta

Trigger warnings (DL, DNI): Smut, praise, mommy kink, sexual themes

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1.7k

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You groaned in frustration as you laid down on the comfy bed of the hotel you were in, your eyes pricking with tears as you looked around the room. You had gone to Boston for a conference for English teachers that were also authors in order to learn more on how to explain the process of writing to our students, and you desperately missed your girlfriend.

It has only been 4 days, but you and Melissa hadn't had intimate time or even just quality time with just the two of you for weeks thanks to each of your own busy schedules, and you hadn't even masterbated for that time period.

'...I know she said not to touch myself while I was gone but...I don't know if I can handle his anymore...!' You thought, sliding your hand down into panties and beginning to tease your folds with two of your fingers.

But before you could even start to get off to the thought of your girlfriend, your phone began to rang,

"Ugh...!" You groaned, grabbing your phone with your other hand and answering the call without looking at the caller ID. "What the hell do you want? I'm not interested in what you're selling and I'm a part of the church of Satan," You said with an annoyed tone,

"Wanna try that again hon?" You heard your girlfriend's voice say with an understanding chuckle, causing shiver to sent down your spine.

"Mel!" You beamed, your voice changing to a more cheerful tone as you began to toy with the spongy insides of your wet hole. "I thought you'd be busy grading now that Ashley left!"

Melissa smiled in response, undoing her beautiful red locks from her ponytail and sitting herself onto her own bed.

"I finished already, they had an assembly today so I got everything done," She replied, looking down at her milky skin that was covered by her fluffy grey robe.

"Oh that's great!" You smiled, moving your pointer finger to your clit, causing a small whimper to escape your lips.

Melissa raised an eyebrow at your whimper, but brushed it off as just a phone glitch.

"Yeah, so how's the conference going pretty girl?" The red head asked, "Did you get to present your shirt stories like they said you would?"

You gush at how much she pays attention, blushing even more at the nicknames.

"It's going good, I miss you way too much though..." You replied, sighing as you removed your hand from your soaking pussy and grabbing your vibrator that you secretly brought, hoping to get off to your girlfriend's voice.

"I miss you too hon, but just a few more days and you'll be home and it'll be a three day weekend, so we can be together then," The older woman replied, biting her lip in slight frustration as she started to hear slight buzzing.

"Yeah, I guess Janine is right this time on looking for a bright side," You chuckle, a slight moan escaping your lips as you place the toy onto the entrance of your wet hole.

Melissa smiles, somehow not getting what you're doing.

"So did you get to do that presentation?" She asked, taking off the fabric that covered her body as she began to change into some silk pajamas you got her for Christmas.

"Mhm! I was really happy with it, they said that my writings were so well composed!!" You smiled, your eyes rolling slightly back into your head as you turn your vibrator up really high.

"That's amazing Amore! I'm so proud of you, I knew your writings would impress everyone!" Melissa replied, to which you only reply with a quiet moan

Now Melissa knew was going on.

"Oh...? So you really miss me that much huh?" She smirked, slipping her pointer and middle finger into her own pussy that had become covered in its own slick from the pent up sexual frustration.

You blushed at the realization that you had been caught, and you nodded with another whimper.

"Yes Mommy, I'm sorry for interrupting you," You mewled, turning up the settings on your vibrator, only for your girlfriend to interrupt you.

Melissa doesn't mind your lewd interruption, in fact, it honestly made her even happier. "Lowest setting, now," She demands, still allowing for the kindness she always had around you to be present in her voice while still being controlling as she slid two fingers into her own wet folds.

You sighed once again in frustration and you turn down the vibrations to a painfully slow speed, causing more pleading moans to escape your lips. Your whole body being laced with goosebumps as you toss off your clothes that were only making you more frustrated.

"Words Amore, you know that if you had used them earlier that pretty and needy hole of yours could have already cummed by now," She smirks, her own moans escaping her as she speeds up the pace of her fingers.

"Mommy...P-Please let me cum, I haven't touched myself or even orgasmed in two weeks!" You plead, eyes pricking with more tears all thanks to your dominant girlfriend's teasing.

Melissa sighed, internally cotemplating whether or not to tease you,

"Sorry Y/n..." She smirked after a minute, "But your pussy is mine to control, you know this. But if you're a good girl and don't disobey mommy, I'm gonna let you cum,"

Silence is the only thing heard on your end of the line as you try to hold in your moans as to not let Melissa hear just how desperate you are for your girlfriend who wasn't even touching you.

"Words Troia," She said sternly, making your throat release more lewd noises and words that got Melissa even more turned on,

"I'm sorry Mommy, I'll use my words like a good girl," You whimpered, choking out the words as you moaned loudly.

Your hair stuck to your forehead thanks to the sweat caused by your bodies pleasure. You buried your face into your left forearm as it rested on your left knee, your right arm working with the vibrator as your right leg spread to give you more access.

The redhead's stern tone faded slightly, and she quickly felt her own pussy clenching around her fingers as she slipped yet another one of her slender digits inside of her.

"That's what I thought," She mumbled through her own groans of pleasure, "Now turn it off until I'm done,"

You whined into the phone, throwing your head back as you dropped the vibrator, turning it off as your thighs rubbed together to try and create those same vibrations.

"Okay..." You stuttered, silently praying Melissa would finish quickly,

Melissa sped up her movements and she gripped her phone tighter as she heard you speak.

"Try again Amore," She said, the stern tone coming back to her voice.

You nod in submission, eyes letting the tears of frustration run down your face.

"Yes mommy," You correct yourself, choking the words out yet again as you silently cried out of the feeling of emptiness and need that filled your body.

"Good girl~!" The red head moaned, cries of pleasure leaving her throat as she moved her thumb to her clit as to ride out her upcoming high.

"Please finish mommy, I've been patient..." You muttered, your vocal volume being too quiet to hear.

The woman on the other end's moans filled your ears, making you squirm in your bed,

"Fuck- Y/n~!! I'm gonna- Im gonna~ Fuck Y/n!!" Melissa screamed out, her body falling back onto her pillows as she slid her hand out of her pants.

"Did that feel good?" You ask, always wanting to make sure your girlfriend felt good,

"Yes baby, it did..." The green-eyed woman replied with a husky and worn-out voice, "Grab your toy and turn it up as much as you want Amore," She added.

You never moved faster, scrambling to grab your vibrator and shoving inside your tight little hole.

"Mmm...Mommy...!!" You squeaked, placing your phone on speaker and tossing it next to you as you viscously began to palm your breast.

Melissa smirked, she had you wrapped around her finger.

"Yeah baby, I'm right here, keep going, beg for release," She said a little louder in comparison to her voice before after catching her breath.

A string of profanities left your mouth mixed with petnames for your girlfriend as you whined in pleasure.

"Please mommy! I'm close! Please I can't hold it anymore!" You cried, tears streaming down your face as you heard your older girlfriend chuckling on the other end.

"C'mon baby, hold on for a few more minutes," Melissa cooed, adjusting her clothes and cuddling herself into her bed to get comfy.

"I can't~!! Please mommy! I've been so good~!!" You moaned, legs shaking violently as your love juices began to leak faster out of your pussy.

The red head smiled softly and she chuckled before speaking once again.

"Alright Amore, go ahead and cum,"

You let out a loud cry as your fluids spread all over your hand, your body sinking down into the mattress below you as you sucked all your juices off your hand.

"Thank you Mel..." You muttered out, eyes glistening with tears you weren't aware you had shed,

"No problem sweetheart, are you okay? Need water?" Your girlfriend asked, slight concern in her voice as she hears you pull the blanket over your body.

"No I'm okay," You smiled, picking the phone back up and putting it to your ear as you relax from your orgasm.

"Alright hon, you should head to bed," Melissa said softly, looking over at the clock that read 11:47pm.

"I should...but I don't want to leave you..." You muttered,

"I'll be here in the morning, alright Hon?" She reassured you, smiling softly.

"Okay Mel...see you in the morning," You replied, hanging up the phone as you two exchanged I love yous.

Maybe just calling wasn't so bad after all...

...

#melissa schemmenti x reader #kinktober 2023 #wlw ns/fw #smut #phone smut #im so gay #lesbian #bisexual #abbott elementary

[notapradagurl7]

Back To You.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @planetblaque @wide-nose-and-wonderful @soft-persephone @henneseyhoe @hxneyclouds

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black chruchgoer! / Plus Size Fem!Reader.

Word Count: 3,499k.

Warning: cheating, dirty talk, spanking, exhibition kink, soft Franklin, dominant reader, oral, (male receiving) a submissive Franklin, praise, begging, raw sex, (wrap it up) size kink.

Summary: After ending the relationship with Franklin on the same night he murdered Kevin, he got out of jail, he realized that he had gained control of everything except for the fact that he needed you back. Upon returning, he discovered that you had become a committed churchgoer and were torn between him and your boyfriend who was a youth pastor. However, Franklin wasted no time in proving you're still his.

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The night remains etched in your memory, as if it happened just yesterday. The streets of Los Angeles South Central were lit up by red and blue sirens. Tears welled up in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks and mixing with the taste of salt, as you helplessly watched Franklin being taken away from you by police officer Wright. As you stood outside, a brisk and cold wind brushed against your skin. The ink black-sky shimmered with myriad shiny stars. The bright orange glow from the streetlights illuminated the neighborhood.

Amidst this heart-wrenching scene, you tightly hugged his mother, finding solace as she wept, her tears leaving stains on your gray tee shirt and shorts. You stared intensely at the police car as it drove away, its dark blue color reflecting in your deep brown eyes. You longed for this to just be a bad dream, but it was all too real.

You were aware that you had mentioned waiting for him until he came back, but you couldn't sustain the commitment. Instead, you resorted to sending him a couple of letters to update him on your life.

However, he always seemed to have an uncanny ability to find out everything. He was too intelligent to be oblivious, wasn't he?

Franklin softly pushed the brown double doors and they shut loudly behind him. all eyes were drawn to Franklin, causing a collective gasp among the church attendees. Even the choir halted their singing. Franklin gracefully maneuvered through the group of black women, who instinctively made way for him, as if he were Moses walking through the Red Sea that God parted for him.

Franklin's gaze fixed on you as he noticed your conversation with a tall young man, with his smooth brown skin and deep brown eyes. The brown-skinned male with you was clad in a deep blue blazer and matching dress pants, sleek black slim-heeled loafers. It was evident that he was around your age, as his radiant smile met your presence. Unexpectedly, the young man tenderly pecked your knuckles, his actions not going unnoticed by Franklin's watchful eyes.

As Franklin's intense gaze met his, the young man returned the fearful stare. Franklin recalled his name, having conversed with Jermone about him before. He was none other than Xavier.

He carefully observed your attire as you wore a maroon cream colored blazer and a matching pencil skirt, which accentuated your curves. Additionally, your raven box braids were tied up in a ponytail. The church folk were astounded, their eyes grew wider, and the whole church fell into a hushed silence, as if witnessing Satan's unexpected entry into heaven, without seeking God's approval.

Amidst the embrace of walnut wood pews, adorned with plush red cushions, you spun around on your heels, gazing upon the majestic sight before you. Your brown eyes fixated on the man stepping toward you with a sly grin curled upon on his beautiful face, Below your jet-black heels, the brown hardwood floors. A pair of sturdy brown doors beckoned towards the outside world, while the four snow-white walls enclosed this sacred sanctuary.

He was standing before you, and it was hard to grasp the fact; that he was still so handsome. His rich dark skin was beautiful, and his lips remained full and tempting, inviting a gentle nibble. The divine touch of The Creator was evident in Franklin's form, leaving you silently speechless.

He had not changed out of his deep blue collared tee shirt paired with sleek black pants, crisp white Adidas shoes, and black socks.

“F-Franklin?…” you spoke softly in confusion, your gaze lingering on his.

You approached him, encircling his slender waist tightly with your arms, experiencing the comforting touch of his embrace against your skin. In response, Franklin reciprocated with a gentle smile and replicated the same gesture. embodying a familiar warmth you thought you would never feel again.

“Hey Y/N, I've missed you," Franklin whispered, his voice filled with genuine emotion, as he pulled you closer into his embrace. Resting his chin atop your head.

"I missed you too, Franklin and how are you?" you asked in delighted tone, your voice slightly muffled against his chest.

Franklin chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling the top of your head and moved his head to take a look at you, "I've been good, handlin’ business as usual.” he grinned, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glimmer.

Xavier cleared his throat as he watched the two of you from across the room, a small frown formed on his lips. He could sense the magnetic connection between you and Franklin, and it made him uneasy.

But Xavier knew better than to interfere, he strolled casually over to join the pastor near the red cushioned pews.

“Is there someplace else we can talk?” Franklin asked softly, aware of the number of eyes on the both of you.

“Of course, we can talk at my place..” you suggested, your voice filled with both anticipation and uncertainty.

As you both exited the church, a leisurely stroll ensued down the sidewalk. Paying no mind to the eyes following both of you, your steps instinctively veered right on the concrete pathway to your door, guiding you up the solid concrete steps. The rhythmic click of your shoes resonated on the chilly surface as you halted in front of your cherished home.

Retrieving your keys from within your black tote purse, you deftly inserted them into the keyhole and turned them with a slight jingle. your free hand rotated the brass doorknob and gingerly pushed the door ajar, granting both of you passage into the warmth and comfort of your home.

"Make yourself at home Frankie," you added, shattering the stillness as your voice resonated. you closed the door behind you with a gentle click. enveloping the room in a comforting embrace.

He smiled to himself at the nickname you'd called him from when he was younger. As he stepped into your house, a wave of familiarity washed over him. The warm chocolate brown and toffee decor greeted him, instantly making him feel at home.

The air was filled with the aroma of vanilla and rosemary, lingering from the extinguished candles. The brown couch sat proudly, facing a sleek television, inviting him to relax and unwind. under the brown hardwood floors and carpeted rug.

The walls were adorned with a soothing toffee hue, a snapshot of the two of you, captured in the innocence of youth and the bliss of love, before that fateful night that changed everything.

“I got the letters you sent to me while I was in the pen, you wrote how you missed me and wished I would've stayed with you that night…” Franklin mentioned softly, his eyes locked on you.

You knew it was already too late when you assured him that things would be fine - you couldn't stop yourself from begging him to stay, because any slight deviation and he would be out of your grasp. Unable to endure the waiting any longer, you missed him. Franklin wanted to keep you away from his drug trade.

Although you weren't entirely innocent, you were aware of his involvement in drug dealing and his retention of Leon as a protector.

You took a seat on the armrest of the couch and faced him, “Why didn’t you stay with me Franklin? I know you did what you needed to done but I could've helped you or protected you…” you pleaded with a shaky voice, your hand resting on your chest.

You took a seat on the armrest of the couch and faced him, your face softened upon gazing at his beautiful face. Fuck, he was so handsome.

"Franklin, why didn’t you stay with me? I understand you had your reasons, but I could have helped or protected you..." you implored, your voice quivering with emotion, your hand instinctively finding solace on your chest.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you Y/N, I didn’t want you in this shit, if Kevin would've listened to me then maybe things would've been different. But I can't change what happened," Franklin sighed, his voice heavy with regret.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his words. The pain and regret in his voice were palpable, and it tore at your heart.

Franklin hesitated briefly, inhaling unsteadily, before locking his gaze upon you. He moved nearer to where you were perched on the armrest, raising his index finger to lift your chin.

His deep brown eyes met yours, using the pads of his thumbs to softly brush away the tears that almost trickled down your face. "I hate to see you cry like this, especially when it's because of me," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine remorse.

He cradled your face softly, feeling immense sadness as he witnessed your tears, observing how the shiny streaks of tears marked your beautiful brown complexion.

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception. But all you saw was raw vulnerability and love. It was a risk, but you couldn't deny the pull you felt towards him.

"I still have a boyfriend, Franklin," you admitted, your voice trembling a bit with uncertainty. "He's a youth pastor at the church."

Franklin's thumbs swiped over your cheeks, his eyes pleading with you. "Y/N, I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. But I can be the man you deserve. Just give me a chance."

You took a deep breath, feeling torn between the two men in your life. But deep down, you knew that your heart still belonged to Franklin. He was a part of you, and no matter how hard you tried to move on, you couldn't deny the love you still felt for him.

“We both know that I'm the one you want to be with, not that church boy..” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

You let out a small sigh, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and affection.

"Franklin, Fine, I'll give you a chance. But you better not fuck this up again, or I swear I'll kick your ass."

Franklin chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, trust me, Y/N, I've learned my lesson. And if I do, you have my permission to kick my ass all the way to Timbuktu."

You feel a sense of relief wash over you, As you moved closer to kiss him, your lips effortlessly moved over his full lips, which felt gentle, moist, and comforting, as you gently nibbled on his lower lip. The room was filled with the gentle smack of your lips meeting his.

He tasted the sweet mango flavor of your lip gloss, a low moan escaped his lips. You playfully nibbled on his teeth once more. weight of the past seemed to fade away, replaced by a glimmer of lust.

“I missed you so much..” you whispered, your voice barely audible against the hushed ambiance of the room. Before kissing your forehead, Franklin sank into the plush, brown suede couch, his arms casually draped over the headrest.

"I'm here now, come closer," he invited, his voice taking on a seductive tone. It had a low, husky rasp that sent shivers down your spine. His hands skillfully unbuckled his sleek black belt, his teeth gently biting his bottom lip in anticipation.

You sauntered over to the couch, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. Standing before him, you watched as his pants and boxers slid down his legs. His dick sprung free from the deep blue fabric and stood at attention, his sheer length made your cheeks grow hot, “Aww, you're so big..” you cooed, you pecked the tip of his dick. You heard him say 'fuck' under his breath.

His discarded pants landed softly on the rug, while his hands swiftly removed his shirt, throwing it across the room.

Meanwhile, you unbuttoned your shirt slowly, savoring the anticipation. The sound of the buttons coming undone mingled with the soft rustle of fabric as you unzipped your skirt. Your clothes gracefully cascaded onto the carpet, joining his in a heap of liberation.

“Aww, did you get this big for me?” you cooed amusingly, your tongue grazing your fully glossed lips.

Your hand stroked his length with the veins of his dick protruding against your fingerprints, Franklin threw his head back onto the plush cushion as his hands instinctively gripped the headrest of the soft couch, “Y-yes I-it’s all for you. I promise..” he moaned raspily, He thrusts his hips into your hand. In desperate need of friction.

You watched his glossy precum seep from his slit, and your tongue eagerly tasted it that flowed, eliciting a moan of pleasure from you.

“Good boy, you taste so good just like I remember..” you praised, cradling his face in your hand.

His hips buckled forward in your hand, his moans escaped in raspy breaths and a flurry of ‘fuck’ spilled from his lips. Your tongue flicked along the tip of his manhood as your other fingers gently caressed and played with his balls, causing a trickle of saliva to cascade down to his wetted balls.

"you look so pretty like this.."

With deliberate movements, you circled your index and middle fingers between his wet balls, eliciting a hitched gasp from his lips. "Please, fuck me baby," he pleaded, his voice filled with need. Your gaze met his, witnessing his face scrunched up in pleasure and the tightening of his balls between your fingers.

“I want to hear you beg for it baby..” you mumbled, taking him in your mouth. Your head bopped up and down on his length gradually, moaning around him.

“Please fuck me..” he moaned again, his lips quivered in response.

“Again..” you urged on, stroking his length faster with your spit sticking to your palm.

“Baby girl, I want you to fuck me… please!” he groaned, his brows knitted together in pleasure.

Franklin desired friction and sought to feel your walls around him, his dick slick with your saliva. He encouraged you with hoarse cries to intensify your suction, as your cheeks formed a hollow around his penis.

Franklin craved you like a drug, he watched your saliva trickle and coat his dick. His gravelly moans urged you to suck harder, you moaned around him. Just as his dick reached the back of your throat, a prolonged, breathless moan escaped him, his hand pushed your head deeper. “Just like that, oh fuckk..” he groaned again.

The pinnacle of pleasure drew near for him, evident in the way his face scrunching up. As his warm ropes of cum erupted onto your tongue, you instinctively swallowed every ounce. The intoxicating sound of his whispered praises enveloped you, heating your skin and electrifying your thighs as you pressed them together.

You pulled away from his dick with a wet pop, You made him struggle for breath, his chest rising and falling as you gasped for air. you took a seat onto the couch, you chuckled at Franklin, “You’re such a nasty woman..” He chuckled with a grin, pecking your lips twice.

You were lying comfortably on the couch, while Franklin turned around as he hovered over you, gently pulled off your mismatched pink underwear and playfully tossed them across the living room, as your back reclined against the soft cushions. He unhooked your black bra, causing your full breasts to sag gently, while his tongue glided over his full lips.

"You're so beautiful Frankie," You whispered to him gently, while your thumb caressed his cheek tenderly, his lips planted a warm kiss on your palm.

Franklin showered your knuckles with affectionate kisses, savoring each gentle touch of his full lips as he adoringly locked eyes with you.

“Not as beautiful as you..” he whispered, his voice filled with adoration.

“oh f-fuck..Frankie..” you moaned lowly, your hand resting on the nape of his neck, feeling more of his warm mouth around your nipple. He watched you break apart in pleasure underneath him and put back together in bliss.

Franklin's hands gently cupped your breasts, bringing them closer together. Leaning down, he delicately flicked his tongue against your nipple, causing it to respond eagerly.

He enveloped your areola in his mouth, suckling it with care. Simultaneously, his other hand massaged your other breast, leaving a trail of saliva on your now-sensitive nipple. Overwhelmed with pleasure, “Oh shit, Franklin…” you kneed lowly.

Your hand rested on the back of his neck as his warm mouth continued to rub between your sensitive peaks. As he observed your body shaking, he reveled in the joy of bringing you both pleasure and contentment.

“You're still mine?” you asked playfully, a smirk curled up.

“All yours, gorgeous..” he replied with a grin, there he goes again. Showing off his handsomeness.

He tenderly pushed his dick between your labial folds, causing you to let out a soft gasp of pleasure. Franklin filled you completely, and you instinctively held onto his shoulders for stability. Sensing your reaction, he paused, his concerned gaze fixed upon you.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently. You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "Y-yes..." you whimpered. In response, he lovingly kissed your tears away and your lips twice, expressing his affection.

He resumed thrusting with an intense desire, fully immersing himself in the moment. Leaning closer, he observed your face scrunched up, as your essence enveloped his member, saturating the cushions beneath your thighs. Your fleshly walls embraced him tightly, providing a perfect fit. "Does he fuck you like this?" he whispered hoarsely, his thumb pinched your sensitive nub, now coated with your arousal. He moaned again, overwhelmed by the warmth of your pussy.

He swiftly turned you over and spanked your ass, admiring the jiggle as he firmly held your asscheek in his hand. “Would it turn you on if he saw getting fucked like this?” he asked, watching himself fuck you deeper, you gasped in response. Meanwhile, he continued thrusting into you from behind and planted tender kisses along your back.

"Does he?"

Your hands cradled his face, drawing him nearer. "Oh god, no he doesn't.." you whined, mentally consumed with thoughts of him filling you completely with his essence. Franklin desired to fuck you so profoundly that Xavier would fade from your mind.

He intensified his movements as your loud moans echoed, resembling as if you were dying. ”I know he doesn't..” he groaned lowly, He threw his head back.

Your stomach was tied in knots with your nails clawed at his back once his tip kissed your cervix over and over again, “I-i’m so close..” you whined, your mouth went ajar before you could utter a peep. Your essence gushed around his dick completely, “that’s my girl..” he spoke with pride.

He gradually withdrew from you as both of you stood up from the current position, After painting your tummy white with his warm cum onto your stomach, Franklin wiped away the remnants of his essence using a moist green washcloth from the nearby closet. In a state of exhaustion, he panted heavily. He threw the washcloth in the hamper.

You were certain that you heard enchanting melodies from angels resonating in your ears, although your physical presence was in the living room with Franklin. You understood the need to inform Xavier, but for the present, you could savor this instant spent with Franklin.

"You're gonnna leave that church boy right?" he teased, his smile curled up.

He nestled his face affectionately in the curve of your neck while Franklin snuggled up to you. "Yeah, i just gotta find a way to tell him..." you whispered softly, your voice barely audible.

Both of you held each other tightly, wrapping your arms around each other, as he lovingly kissed your warm brown skin.

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#black!reader #black fanfic writer #18+ only #franklin saint #black!fem!reader #damson idris #snowfall fx #snowfall #Franklin Saint fic

[devildomwriter]

All I See Is You | Thirteen x Reader

1K | GN! Reader | CW: none just fluff

The music drowned out your conversation with Satan as you chatted over drinks. Thirteen watched you closely, wondering what you were saying and why you were blushing. She smirked at your playful smile and your awkward swaying as you tried to dance.

You took another sip of her drink and her eyes followed you across the room.

“Thirteen,” Mephistopheles greeted her from behind.

She jumped and pointed her latest invention at him. Mephistopheles put his hands up and glared, “Now wait just a minute,” he huffed and Thirteen pointed her squid shooter back at the ground.

“I only came to say hi, what has you in such a mood?” He asked and she shook her head.

“I’m not in a mood you just startled me,” she excused and Mephistopheles followed her gaze back to you. He noticed the small smile grace her lips and her chuckle as she watched you bump into Leviathan.

Mephistopheles raised on brow but grinned to himself, “Oh, I see.” He nodded and Thirteen looked at him in confusion.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She asked and he shook his head.

“I’m surprised you don’t know. Aren’t you the one always telling me to be more honest.” He chastised and she shook her head and crossed her arms.

“That’s because you act like a boneheaded fool trying not to compliment people when that’s obviously what you mean to do.”

“Now hold on—“

“Thirteen. Mephistopheles.” Solomon greeted cheerily with a bottle of demonus in hand.

“Solomon!” Thirteen exclaimed in horror and immediately she launched her squid shooter. “Inky, go!” She hollered as the squid shot at Solomon’s face.

Solomon ducked, a natural reaction to being around Thirteen, and the squid latched itself right onto your face.

The color drained from Thirteen’s face and she dropped her invention, not caring if it broke.

“___!” She exclaimed and ran to your side as Satan removed the squid from your face.

“Thirteen, what the hell?” Mammon snapped and everyone else gave her a dirty look.

Thirteen frowned and waved her hands trying to explain, “I’m so sorry! That was for Solomon!”

You sighed and wiped your face with the cloth Barbatos provided for you as Lucifer took the chance to yell at Solomon.

“Oh no, your makeup,” Asmodeus fretted as everyone helped you to your feet. “Come on sweetie, let’s get that fixed,” he offered.

“No, wait!” Thirteen cried out catching their attention, “I messed it up, I’ll fix it. Gimme that,” she ordered as she took the power bag from Asmo’s hands.

“Wh-hey!” Asmodeus complained but Mephistopheles stopped him and shook his head.

“Let her help,” Lucifer agreed.

Satan and Mammon were not pleased for you to leave their side but you were led to the bathroom by Thirteen’s hand on your back.

Thirteen flipped on the lights and pulled a stool up in front of the mirror. “Dammit, I’m so sorry ___,” she confessed.

You believed her as you hadn’t seen her this distressed in a long time. “Solomon that Damn pest snuck up behind me while I was talking with Mephisto. And Mephisto was being awfully weird too, telling me I wasn’t being honest.”

“Oh?” You asked. “Honest about what?”

She blushed and avoided her own reflection as she ran the soft brush over your ink-stained face.

“N-nothing,” she turned as pink as her hair and you laughed, throwing her off and she leaned back.

“What’s so funny?” She asked.

“You,” you chuckled. “You’re about as pink as your hair,” you pointed out and she turned away to dig through the makeup bag.

You smiled and took note of her curled hair in a ponytail, her hair was always beautiful but something about the way it bounced against the back of her pale neck made it so much more lovely.

“Your hair,” you spoke and she looked confused, “it’s extra pretty today.”

She blushed and messed with her hair, fluffing it a bit. “O-oh yeah? Thanks.” She grinned, proud of herself.

She locked eyes with you and noticed the way you observed her. Looking back on her conversation with Mephistopheles she realized he’d only Sienese her because she was too busy looking at you with the same adoration.

She was never at a loss for words but right now she wasn’t sure what to say.

She made a few jokes as she fixed your makeup up and you both blushed at how closely she leaned in to fix your eye shadow.

“Th-there,” she announced. “It’s perfect again.”

You looked in the mirror and blushed, it looked so much better than when Asmodeus had done it and you told her as much.

She puffed out her chest, “Well yeah. I can tell what looks best on you and this is much more your style. Honestly, as much time as he spends with you you think he’d notice, isn’t that his whole thing?”

You hugged Thirteen and she let out a small eep in surprise. Why did you have to keep surprising her like that? She had no idea how to feel around you anymore.

She hugged you back and leaned into your shoulder, relaxing.

You would’ve stayed that way longer but a group of succubi entered the bathroom looking to redo their makeup and fix their hair.

Thirteen pushed everything back into the makeup bag and pushed you out the door.

“Okay well, have fun!” She said awkwardly. You noticed the sadness in her eyes as she resorted to leaning against the bar to drink again.

You shook your head and grasped her hand, “Hey, what are you—“ You leaned over her hand and pressed your lips against it. She blushed and from across the room, Mammon’s jaw hung open in surprise.

“Thirteen,” you beamed, “may I have this dance?”

She blushed but grinned eagerly, “obviously.” And she leaned over your hand and returned the kiss. She smirked at the brothers behind you looking on bitterly.

Confidently she pulled you onto the dance floor beneath the shining disco lights.

One dance was all you both needed to realize your silent longing was not unrequited. No words needed to be spoken as neither of you was sure what to say. But as it’s often said—actions speak louder than words—and you danced the night away with the woman you loved.

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[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

REWATCHING GO S1, LIVE PLAY-BY-PLAY OF DOOMSDAY WAHOO

HELLO MAGGOTS REWATCHING SEASON 1 BECAUSE THE FIRST TIME WAS A KIDNAPPING CHAOTIC MESS. EPISODE ONE HERE GOES. I DON'T REMEMBER A LOT OF DETAILS BUT YES.

Opening scene and Earth's got vibe-checked by God and I've been gaslit about the dinosaurs

GARDEN OF EDEEEEEN wow his first appearance and Aziraphale's already so prissy and flustered might fuck around and fall in love with him idk

I finally understand who these mf's are hi Hastur and Ligur you're not zombies after all

FOR FUCK'S SAKE SECOND SCENE CROWLEY'S BEEN IN AND SHE WALKED IN, SERVED HIPS HAIR AND CUNT, AND THEN MANAGED TO TALK HER AWAY INTO A PROBLEM

LIKE GENUINELY SHE COMES AND SASHAYS WITH HER HAIR AND SAYS TIMES ARE CHANGING AND HEAD OFFICE LOVES ME AND JUST INSTANTLY HASTUR AND LIGUR USE HER WORDS AGAINST HER

idk sister mary loquacious is kinda doing it for me rn with that satanic nun's habit and losergirl energy

third crowley scene and he's misplaced THE LITERALLY GODDAMNED ANTICHRIST because he made small talk with a bloke outside without checking for details

mmmmhm yes sister mary wink again your bitchless decisions are sexy y'know what i mean

Gabriel feels like his brain was eviscerated and replaced with one of those youtuber's paid course promos at the end of their how to change your life in 45 days: three simple mindset shifts video

so THIS IS WHY EVERYONE KEEPS SAYING PAVLOVIAN IN THIS FANDOM IT'S BECAUSE OF DUCKS of course it's because of ducks

mmmhm yes sure crepes French revolu--Crowley stop eye-fucking Aziraphale you're making everyone at the Ritz horny

Aziraphale don't moan into your food man you can't take these two anywhere

Crowley thanking the driver for slowing down is everything to me

And they're drunk hu-fucking-zzah good thing we'll have 11 year olds saving the world coz these fuckers sure ain't doing shit

OH MY GOD HE WAS TRYING TO SAY BOUILLABAISSE I JUST REALISED. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST MAKING KISSY FACES AT AZIRAPHALE I'M NOT OK-

What Aziraphale was doing back was definitely kissy faces though that mfer wasn't even trying to say bouillabaisse when Crowley said what sounded suspiciously like baby

kissy kissy from lil miss prissy [i would have made such a great high school bully shame i had no inclinations that way]

SORRY WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK WAS THAT SOBERING UP EXCUSE ME THE FANFICS MADE IT SOUND LIKE IT WAS A CLICK AND THEY'RE SUDDENLY NORMAL WHY IS THE ALCOHOL REFILLING

oop nun down nun down

i want ya see a wile ya thwart amirite on a t-shirt

"actually i encourage humans to-" just say you're a lazy bitch azi we love you

love crowley fake-manipulating azi into helping like azi wants to be manipulated y'know so it's not technically his fault he was wiled over or whatever and they're both just such ENABLERS

not azi going SOFT at being godfathers with crowley

NOT BROTHER FRANCIS PLEASE NO FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SACRED AZI WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS PLEASE

WARLOCKKKKK I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

HNNNG MICHAEL SHEEN HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS

why is nanny ashtoreth so seductive with that of course dear is it just crowley's inherent disastergirl sex appeal

HALF PONYTAIL CROWLEY I AM A FUCKING SLUT FOR HALF PONYTAIL

GASLIGHTING HEAVEN AND HELL THAT'S MY BABYGIRLS

erIC THE DISPOSABLE DEMON I DIDN'T KNOW THEY COME IN S1 well not come i hope unless being eaten by a hellho--nope

ANGEL CROWLEY SAID ANGEL ANGEL ANGEL

CROWLEY TRYING TO BE SUBTLE ABOUT KILLING BEFORE GETTING ANNOYED

waiter crOWLEY OUTFIT I CANNOT BE NORMAL AFTER THE WEDDING DRESS DESIGNING ABOUT THIS COSTUME

FOOLS WRONG BOY YOU FOOLS IM DEAD

DOG IS UNIRONICALLY SO CUTE EVEN BEFORE IT GOES SMOL

gonna give my roxie a kissy brb she's my angel and all this dog talk makes me miss her (she's a few feet away under the bed)

i asked her for a kissy and she crawled out and gave me a kiss i love her

DOGGGGG ADAMMM

...roxie's crying to be taken downstairs it's nearly 2 am this is on me for waking her up i crowley'd myself fml

EYYYYY WELCOME TO THE END TIMES don't mind me I'll have to take roxie down yes I know maggots I'm crowley-coded I KNOW THAT I'M A BLOODY DISASTER BYEEEEEEEE

#good omens mascot #good omens #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #maggots #good omens fandom #good omens season 1 #in the beginning #WAHOO #OK GTG TAKE MY DOG DOWNSTAIRS AT 1:45 IN THE MORNING #THE CROWLEY LIFE #IT'S HARD WORK BEING THE RESIDENT DISASTER #BUT SOMEONE'S GOTTA DO IT

[skyeslittlecorner]

Tails for all! - Paradise Lost edition

Other parts: Kings | Gehenna | Tartaros | Hades | Avisos | Nilfheim | Abaddon

Marbas

A long, thin, devilish tail. Similar to Satan, but instead of an arrow he has a knife at the end. Concealed in the thickened tip, like a penknife. Precisely, the blade at the end resembles a Roman gladius.

Unlike the rest of the limbs, the tail is not tied to the rack. It is also suitable for cutting ties in emergencies.

Perfect for stopping stupid devils from lunging into danger or immobilizing them while they heal.

A doctor with a knife is more dangerous than most ordinary devils. He'll cut your tendons or arteries and you won't even notice that he's lying on the ground, bleeding out.

Sensitiveness 3/10. He feels it, but not much. But you will feel a lot. The tip where the knife is hidden is slippery, long and thick. You know exactly where it comes in.

Unlike most devils, apart from sex, you will also be able to play with his white, bony blade. You can polish and sharpen it to hear him purr.

Morax

A rooster's tail, feathers as long as a whole arm and white. It almost looks like he has one angel wing on his back.

Not only are his feathers beautiful, but it is also rumored to have medicinal properties.

Following Buer's idea, he sometimes weaves his feathers into patients' bandages. This is one of the best placebos in the entire hospital.

Yes, they tested whether his feathers cure diseases or not. However, compared to some, he didn't tear out so many of them to be bald.

They are exceptionally soft and shiny, or would be if they weren't regularly covered in blood. And bandages. 

Sensitiveness 5/10. He will be delighted if you take care of him. Of course you don't have to, but if you want… 

Take care of him. Remove the bandages, kiss them and comb feathers with a soft brush. He will be intimidated because no one has ever been so good to him, and he will repay you for this tenderness like no one else has.

Buer

A ghostly tail with a ghostly ponytail. It is not entirely material, just as in the case of Bimet there is an immaterial connection between the tail and the tip. After all, they are both from Tartaros.

The tail itself is white, but the energy surrounding it is red like his tattoos. He also has them along the underside of his tail.

It is covered with short, silky fur.

The animals especially love playing with his tail, and he also loves to play with them.

He was most interested in the healing properties of their tails and tested both his fur and the Morax feathers in various combinations. Unfortunately, they didn't have any.

Sensitiveness 6/10, but he can control himself perfectly. Try to disturb him at work and he doesn't give a fuck.

Just because he doesn't react doesn't mean he was insensitive. He will remind you of this as soon as he finishes doing what he has to do, and you will be punished for being so impatient.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb marbas #whb buer #whb morax #istg i was sure i posted it a month ago #just to figure out i did not??? #a hole instead of a brain

[elliespassagerprincess]

I’m not sure if you do horror but can you do a horror one like scream themed or any horror movie

Scream for me - part 1 (ellie williams x reader)

This will be a three part series, part two will be released soon!

Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

Requests are always open feel free to leave one!

Warnings: murder, stalking, mentions of violence, body mutilation

Summary: Not killing the pretty girl was the best mistake she ever made

(if you want me to add you to a tag list just leave a comment and I'll add you)

Fuck

Why was she standing still? Why wasn’t she moving? Why was she hesitating?

Everyone in Jackson was terrified. The brutal murders happening around town might be the reason for that.

The first victim a beautiful blonde girl; Jamie Smith was found on a cold Saturday morning. Head decapitated, with over 20 stab wounds. No one knew why someone would kill such an innocent girl. After the first murder a second victim appeared: Jacob Hill. His genitalia mutilated, his tongue missing and once again over 20 stab wounds. And soon another victim then another and another. And soon the death count went from 2 to over 15 people. No one was safe. Whoever this murderer was, was thirsty for blood. And she’d kill anyone to quenched that thirst.

But here she stood over you sleeping body.

Why wasn’t she attacking you? In all honesty she doesn’t know. She doesn’t fucking know who you were. But that’s the thing she never knew her victims. It makes killing easier.

 But why couldn’t she hurt you?

She ruthless, borderline satanic. But yet as she looked at you while you slept she felt her dark thoughts go silent.  You were pretty. The face of an angel. The face of pure innocence. She couldn’t harm such a pretty thing like you.

So the famous Ghostface (that’s what everyone calls this murderer) went home. And she questioned herself.

Why didn’t she fucking kill you?

She removed her mask, the autumn brown hair falling out of the loose bun she placed it in.

“stupid fucking hair” Ellie muttered out of frustration. Her hair was so fucking short she couldn’t even tie a proper ponytail. She quickly removed the gloves, and placed her favorite knife back in it’s case. She swiftly removed the all black outfit she wore, and she was left in red boxers and a black sports bra. Ellie laid down on her bed, and she let out a sigh.

She didn’t kill anyone tonight. That was weird. She always kills people when she goes out. Her not killing you ruined her current killing streak.

“Fuck” she muttered and closed her eyes trying to fall asleep. The more she tried the less the felt sleepy. Her thoughts consumed her. With her past victims, Joel, the police and you.

 Who were you?

Ellie had to know. Even if it fucking kills her.

⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆

Ellie waited. She waited for the alarm to sound.

Since the killings, Jackson has had a curfew. Everyone should be in the house before night fall, doors locked. Everyone was terrified. No one could figure out who Ghostface was. A question many asked because they hated living in fear. But Ellie liked it. She liked having people scared of her. She liked knowing the reason people were forced to stay inside was because of her. She got a sick kick out of it.

The alarm sounded and she waited for one hour, because the police patrol that one hour hoping to catch her. No one can. No one will.

At exactly 11:00pm Ellie went out. Not to kill. But to find out who that pretty girl was. She knew she couldn’t kill you. The way her body reacted at the sight of you made it impossible. But she needed to know who you were.

It didn’t take long for Ellie to find your house again. Your curtains closed and windows locked. 

“Fuck” she muttered under her breathe when she couldn’t get in “fuck you pretty girl” she cursed. Ellie ran to the other side of the house and she thanked the gods that there was a window open.

She squeezed through the small window, “shit” she cursed out loudly when she felt her foot land in cold water. She landed in the toilet cringing at how it made her socks feel. She quickly got out not caring if she made your floor wet and she went back to the bedroom.

When she entered she was hit with a strong vanilla smell she thought she could faint at how strong the smell is. “jesus fucking christ” she cursed. And she stood there, trying to get used to the smell.

And that’s when she saw once again you lay there sleeping. Blissfully unaware that Ghostface was standing above you for the second time. You looked peaceful, it looked like you didn’t have a worry in the world but your messy room said otherwise. Clothes everywhere, books scattered across the floor.

“She’s probably in college” Ellie thought when she saw all the texts books.

 pretty and smart. Her favorite.

Her eyes landed on a wall filled with polaroid’s. Her mouth fell agape when she saw you. Awake. You were even prettier than she imagined. She was mesmerized by you. Her thoughts were quickly disturbed when she saw a picture of you and a girl. Ellie frowned.

Who was she?  Why were you with her? Why do you look so happy? She was going to fucking kill-

‘Woah Ellie calm down’ she thought to herself. She didn’t even know your fucking name.

She quickly grabbed the polaroid of you smiling. You wore a blue and white sundress, you looked beautiful. She smiled down at the picture, stuffing it into her pocket.

She made a quick mental note of that girl she saw in the picture with you. Ellie was going to find her. She was going to know who the fuck that girl was.

 She stayed in your room. The entire night. She watched you sleep, she cleaned up a little and she left with the polaroid.

In the days to come Ellie has gone insane. Every time she went out to kill some, she took that polaroid with her. That fucking picture of the pretty girl who’s name she doesn’t know. Every time she stabbed someone, every time the blade pierced someone’s skin she imagined you whispering;

“do it again” “kill them”

She doesn’t even know what you sound like, but fuck the way she imagines it has her dripping. She hoped to hear your voice one day.

She kissed that picture every time she went out, she slept with it under her pillow. She had it in her pocket 24/7.

And in the passing nights, she went back to your house every time. She watched you sleep, she cleaned up a little, she got mad at that picture of you and that girl who she still hasn’t found. You’ve consumed her life and she doesn’t even fucking know your name.

Tonight was like no other for Ellie, she murdered an old man. She did her classic 20 stab wound method then she set him on fire. It was something new. Something entertaining. This will definitely get a kick out of the community she thought. She went home and showered trying to clean off all the blood so that she doesn’t get your room messy. She kissed the polaroid, put it into her pocket and she left.

She left to you. Once again she hopped through the bathroom window. And she ran straight to your room, as she cleaned she accidently knocked the lamp off your bedside table. And she heard a whimper from behind her.

‘Fuck” she breathed. She slowly turned around to see you sitting, knees to your chin, fear in your eyes. This was the first time Ellie is seeing you awake, and she wanted to do nothing more but to grab you and kiss you.

“Who are you?” the pretty girl whispered

What the fuck was Ellie going to do?

part 2

Authors note: sorry for just disappearing, I was in a really bad space mentally, but I’m back now! I hope you enjoyed, and trust me this story is going to get darker in the next part. Remember to always be kind! Requests are always open, feel free to leave one! And if you wanna be in the tag list just leave a comment !

Yours truly,

Zia <3

#ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou x reader #ellie smut #ellie tlou2 x reader #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams fanfic #ellie x reader #dark elli william #dark! ellie williams #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams fic #ellie williams angst #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams hcs #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams one shot #ellie williams oneshot #ellie williams promlt #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams smut #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x fem reader #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader

[flappingdragon]

Lucifer and GN!MC With Long Hair

A/N: Despite being a guy, I like long hair and wish to gain a length I want in the future, so I made this for anyone who feels the same :) I just love the idea that Luci is so enamored with long haired MC. It’s so cute.

Tags: SFW, long haired MC, GN!MC, no smut, sorry :), Lucifer playing with your hair, cuddling, non-sexual cuddling, soft Lucifer, and fluff

Lucifer loves your long hair

When you two are sleeping in either his bed or yours, he’ll play with the long strands

Perhaps even twirl it in his fingers

For special events like parties or gatherings or meetings, he’ll braid it for you or style it in some way

You pick the style

Or if you don’t want to style your hair, you can tell him you want it down or put in a ponytail or bun

He won’t go against your wishes

He knows how important his hair is to him, so he knows not to mess with yours

Though, the thing he doesn’t like most about your long hair is the fact that it tickles his face when you two are in close proximity

For example, when the wind is blowing and he’s walking behind you and it’s blowing in his face

He hates that

He’s considered growing out his hair, and certainly tried so, but couldn’t because it got in the way

Not that his current style doesn’t, but still

He doesn’t like having long hair

But he sure does like yours (you often find knots in you hair after he’s done playing wit it and it annoys you but you love him too much to hate him)

A/N: This one is also really short but I like how it turned out :) I’ll be doing more with the other brothers and side characters soon. So look forward to that! I hope you enjoyed, too. I might make a Satan HC next… but that depends on the three that get picked from the poll I recently posted. So go vote! Unless you’re reading this a day ahead then maybe it’s not available anymore. Better to check anyway! But I hope you enjoyed reading this and stay tuned for more! :D

#obey me #obey me nb #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me mc #obey me oc #obey me hcs #obey me fandom #obey me gn!reader #obey me gn!mc #gn reader #lucifer x mc #lucifer x oc #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #lucifer x y/n #lucifer #sfw #safe for work #safe for children #no smut #lucifer obey me

[obeymematches]

Hitting them with your ponytail

nobody asked me to do this but i'll do it anyway. yes sometimes you have to act like you're 7.

The story is simple, you get physically really, really close to your victim and then you strike!

"Hey, check this out!" your lips turn to a joyful smirk as you aggressively bend your head forward. You take a step back to catch their reaction, playful innocence reflecting in your eyes.

Lucifer:

You did catch him off-guard, although he knows you well enough to know you were about to do something stupid. Now what nonsense was this?? Are you like 6? Does he not have enough in his plate already?

That's what he says but trust me he digs this silly side of you. It didn't cause any harm after all.

Mammon:

Oh boy he just stares at you at first, what the heck just happen???

Okay he gets it and he gets revenge! Yes he pretends he is fighting back with his hair but of course his silver locks are way too short.

Uses this as a chance to get really close to you, which he enjoys

You two have a good time

Leviathan:

Oh no what have you done!

Puts himself in defense mode, using his arms to protect himself.

You can't pass by him without him giving you the side-eye for at least a week

Poor thing

Satan:

Stares at you. What happened. You spent too much time under the sun??

Asks you to please stop but only beacuse it tickled him a bit. Also he was about to tell you something important about the serie you watch together-

Asmodeus:

Hey!! Noooo!!!

Good thing he put on his best make-up. He might have to re-do his hair now though.

Thinks you are cute anyway. Let's just hope this doesn't become a habbit.

Beelzebub:

Okay he just smiles at you after he blocks your attack.

After he realized what just happened he thinks it was adorable, but doesn't get why'd you do this. Are all humans so weird? Doesn't give you a hard time about it. But let's just pretend this never happened. Awkward.

Belphegor:

Oh my devil you are one annoying human aren't you.

Okay if you have a good relationship with him he just smiles and catches you in a giant hug as you get close to strike again

If your relationship isn't good he kindly asks you to get lost. Don't mind him though that's okay

#obey me #om! #obey me shall we date #obey me! #obey me swd #omswd #obey me x you #obey me x reader

[hypnoneghoul]

Hell Of a Way To Die

WC: 655

Relationship: Water!Dew/Aether

Tags: Thigh riding, idk kinda breath play?, implied transmasc dew, but he can be read as cis

One of Dew's favourite places to be is in between Aether's tits, even if he suffocates. Especially if he suffocates.

Notes: @crimsonclergy makes me wild with his ideas AGAIN.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

“Fucking- Sathanas, Dew you’ve got to breathe,” Aether half growled, half laughed, yanking Dewdrop away from his chest by his hair, again.

“Don’t need,” the water ghoul slurred fighting against the hold on his ponytail trying to shove his face back into the quintessence ghoul’s tits, squeezing them together with shaking hands.

Dewdrop has been riding Aether’s thigh for Satan knows how long now (his stamina was actually quite impressive considering how far gone he was), leaving the bigger ghoul’s sweatpants completely soaked. His chest too, as he was drooling uncontrollably onto it for the most part. Dewdrop just crawled into Aether’s lap stating he was bored earlier and face planted into his chest, inhaling sharply. It didn’t take long for Dewdrop to, probably subtly in his opinion, fully straddle one of Aether’s perfect thighs and start grinding against it, still probably thinking he was subtle. That is until the quintessence ghoul got tired of the quiet whimpers let out into his chest and desperation rolling off of Dewdrop in waves. He tugged his sleep shorts down then and let the small ghoul ride his thigh in earnest, encouraging with soft words whispered into his ear.

The water ghoul hasn’t uttered a word since then, mind fuzzy and the only thought able to exist in it being Aether. 

And his tits.

Now, that was the third or fourth time Aether had to yank Dewdrop’s face away from his chest in order for the small ghoul to breathe. He wasn’t exaggerating, he felt when Dewdrop was literally on the verge of passing out due to lack of air, partially because of his quintessence.

“You’re going to black out on me,” Aether warned, cradling the back of Dewdrop’s head.

“Hell of a way to die,” the water ghoul breathed and made a move to dive back in between his packmate’s pecs, but his hold made Dewdrop unsuccessful. He whined, pleading, and bit his lower lip. Aether could see the gears turning in his head, and soon he jumped up, a new spark of excitement in his eyes, “’ve got an idea.”

“Wha-” the quintessence ghoul furrowed his brows in question, but it answered itself when he felt and saw Dewdrop dropping his half glamour, the thin blue lines on the sides of his neck growing, then opening, leaving the ghoul with a set of gills adorned with beautiful purple and turquoise fins. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Aether laughed, letting go of his hair.

Dewdrop didn’t waste a moment, shoving his face even further into Aether’s tits than before, grabbing at them desperately. His gills fluttered and the quintessence ghoul giggled at just how obsessed Dewdrop was with his chest.

Without any interruptions in his suffocation, Dewdrop was getting closer and closer to the edge with every shaky move, whole body as tense as a guitar string. When Aether noticed his telltale signs, he took over, grabbing the water ghoul’s slight hips, and started moving him over his thigh with more force than Dewdrop himself was able to muster at this point. Few seconds and his hands tightened on the quintessence ghoul’s pecs, no doubt leaving little, fingertip-shaped bruises under the thick hair, as he came with a muffled moan, shuddering. Aether helped him ride it out, holding him close to his body after, grounding him with both his touch and soft waves of calming quintessence.

“You back, Droplet?” he asked, when Dewdrop’s tail wrapped itself around his calf and his chest started to vibrate with a sleepy purr.

“Yhym,” he mumbled, face still in Aether’s chest. He could feel Dewdrop was about to drift off, and he didn’t have a heart to stop him. He reached for a blanket thrown to the side, wrapping the purring puddle of a ghoul in his lap with it. He may have a raging boner, but he’s got patience, and Dewdrop certainly won't mind returning the favour when he wakes up.

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #fanfiction #aether ghoul #smut #gill smut

[pricetagofficial]

Summer Lovin’ -R.H. [18+]

Warnings: Language, smut, Roy really is a menace to society. 

Masterlist

Pairing: Roy Harper x Reader

Word Count: 989

A/N: Big thanks to @offendedfishnoises​ and @littleredwing89​ for proofing this for me! You guys know how much I love Roy, and I really liked how this one came out. 

You stared at the ceiling, your air conditioning was out still and there was nothing you wanted to do more than lay completely naked on your bed while three fans were aimed right at you.

Roy was gone for the afternoon, due to return home any minute now but you were too damn hot to bother moving. If you were lucky, Roy would take one look at you and shrug and join you.

You would bet serious money though that instead, Roy would get horny immediately.

Hearing the lock click on your front door, you shifted on the bed so the cool air hit you more directly.

“Babe? Where you at?”

“Bedroom!” you called.

The sound of footsteps followed, as you saw Roy poke his head around the door frame and his eyes go wide.

“Um, not that I’m complaining or anything–but um–what exactly are you doing?” Roy stepped fully into the doorway, his eyes not leaving the sight of you naked on the bed, perfectly on display for him.

Laying back on the bed, you continued staring at the ceiling. “Air conditioning broke, and it is as hot as Satan’s scrotum in here.”

All Roy could do was blink at your choice of words. “I’m not sure what I should be more concerned about. The fact we need to pay to get the AC fixed again, or the fact that you think Satan’s scrotum is hotter than mine.”

Blowing out a puff of air. “I didn’t need to inflate your ego anymore, or I would have used yours.”

Shrugging, Roy chuckled as he walked in and slid his shoes and shirt off. His god-awful Christmas patterned board shorts were halfway off his hips before he joined you on the bed.

“It’s the middle of July, you complete moron.” you grumbled. “Why the hell are you wearing Christmas shorts?”

“Haven’t you heard of Christmas in July?”

Your reply died on your tongue when you felt Roy’s hot sticky body press against yours.

“Roy William Harper Jr. get your sweaty ass dick off of me!” you shrieked.

His lips trailed up your throat, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I thought you liked my dick,”

“Not when it is triple digits outside.” you whined, leaning into his touch. The front of Roy’s hat pushed against the pillow as Roy slowly sucked a mark on your throat.

“I’ll make you forget all about how hot it is outside, and instead help you focus on how good you’ll feel.”

Well, when he put it like that, how could you resist?

Running your fingers up the back of his neck, you wrapped them around the base of his ponytail coming through the back of his hat. You made a move to take it off, when Roy stopped you.

“The hat stays on, babe.” he grinned, hearing your groan of defiance.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, Roy pulled you closer to him as he ground his hips into your thigh, moaning against the soft skin of your neck.

“You wanna get your dick wet? The hat comes off.” you threatened.

Looking at you with those mischievous green eyes of his, Roy huffed and let you take the hat off his head. Before he knew it, you had flipped him onto his back and wound your fingers into his locks tightly.

Roy’s cock glided through your folds, making both of you moan at the sensation giving Roy’s hair a tug.

His head lolled back as his eyes fluttered shut, exposing his throat to you.

“This is why I wanted the hat off, baby.” you grinned, pulling harder with Roy moaning into the late afternoon air. “I know how much you love having your hair pulled.”

Roy was going to protest, before the head of his cock slipped into your pussy with a harsh tug of his hair.

“Fuck–” he gasped, tightening the grip he had on your waist.

Rolling your hips, you slowly worked his cock deeper into your cunt moaning his name as you went.

“You fill me so good baby–” you panted. “Wanna feel every inch of your thick cock.”

Roy swore he didn’t have a praise kink before he met you. But the way you were pulling his hair, and the sound of the words rolling off your tongue as your pussy squeezed his cock made him whine at your words.

“Your pussy is so good,” he whined, “Feels so–” His words were cut off by you rolling your hips just right that had Roy gasping for air.

“That’s right baby,” you hummed, nibbling on his ear. “Feels so good riding your cock,”

The way you were pulling his hair had Roy lost in his thoughts, chasing his high while you rode his cock for your pleasure. Your nails scraped his scalp every so often with every tug, the way your fingers pulled just the right spot to make him a puddle in your lap.

Pressing your body against his, you could feel your orgasm building along with the way Roy’s cock throbbed within you.

“Cum for me baby,” you gasped, continuing to move your hips.

Roy’s hips bucked up into yours with a loud moan, shooting his load and filling you with his hot cum.

With a cry of his name, you orgasmed riding out your high before collapsing next to him.

You could feel the heat getting to you with the way Roy’s skin stuck to yours, and the flush spreading across his face. Embracing the heat, you curled into his body enjoying the feeling of his body against yours, no matter how hot and sweaty you were.

There was a silence that stretched across the room, the void only filled with the sounds of your breathing and the three fans positioned around the bed.

“We really need to get the AC fixed,” he commented, staring at the ceiling with your head resting on his chest.

“We really do.”

Tag list: @offendedfishnoises​ @littleredwing89​ @niggxrette​ @batarella​ @restwellsoon​ 

#Costly Affairs #Roy Harper x Reader #Roy Harper x y/n #Roy Harper x you #Roy Harper fic #Roy Harper fanfic #roy harper fanfiction #roy harper smut #roy harper #arsenal #Arsenal x reader #Arsenal x you #Arsenal x y/n #arsenal fic #arsenal fanfic #arsenal fanfiction #arsenal smut #DC comics

[another-lost-mc]

obey me satan 🍭🍯 hcs?

🍯 a dilf headcanon

-> Satan gets annoyed if his hair grows too long even though he gets lazy with regular trims the older he gets. Sometimes it'll be long enough to tie into a low ponytail, but usually he prefers to keep it short. Light grey hairs peek out between tufts of blonde, but it doesn't bother him and trying to dye it or cover it up feels like a waste of time.

nsfw below (bondage/pet play mentioned, dom!reader implied)

🍭 a smut headcanon

-> He doesn't like wearing collars or leashes, but the first time you put a muzzle on him? That was surprising. Honestly, it felt a bit embarrassing at first. Shame and desire trickled through his veins as he focused on the weight of it on his face and how it drew attention to the little details he never noticed before: how hot his cheeks feel while you scrutinize his appearance, the clammy sweat beading along his hairline, his harsh, panting breaths and the tension in his jaw. It's surprisingly effective at calming him down. He can bare his fangs at you, but it's useless—it doesn't scare you because his anger has turned into something else. He learns quickly that his biggest frustration is not being able to kiss you. You tease him sometimes by puckering your lips and leaning forward, but even when he stretches his tongue out in an attempt to taste you, all he can taste is the cool meshy barrier that separates you instead. He's never begged anyone for something so small and insignificant as a kiss. He whimpers when you take him into your mouth, teasing the head of his cock with kitten licks and shallow sucks, and his throat cracks when he gasps your name. When you sit up after, you show off how plump and shiny your lips are when they're coated in him. You wiggle your fingers near his face and he stares at your fingers that are covered in lube because he can't coat them with his spit instead. He'll be so good for you because once he's satisfied you with his cock, he knows he'll finally get a taste.

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[mc-syndrome]

Where the brothers put their pact mark

『 slightly NSFW? 』

Lucifer: The palm of your dominant hand so that whenever you raise your hand in class at RAD people will be reminded that you belong to him. He doesn't hate that it makes him tingle every time you touch yourself others not so much and it has caused at least one demon to lose their hand.

Mammon: One of your eyes, for one so that people can tell you only have eyes for him you groaned when he first said this, and also so that he can spy on you and keep track of which demons try to approach you. Loves gazing into your eyes to be reminded that you're his.

Leviathan: Levi is a bit more private and doesn't like to flaunt his mark, which is why it's placed on the inside of your thigh. Thigh high socks and the little indent they create — with his mark right above it makes him blush every time. Also gives him a reason to bite your thigh.

Satan: Your nape. Because it can be hidden with longer hair but also exposed if you tie it up please put it in a ponytail. Makes him think of a cat carrying its kittens by the neck, he also likes to gently grab it/you when you're immersed in a book.

Asmodeus: Below your bellybutton, sexy and fun and he likes how it gets exposed when you stretch and your shirt hitches up. Enjoys when others touch you there as well, he loves it when you're naughty; would prefer to be invited though!

Beelzebub: Stomach, easy, he's always hungry anyway so "sharing" your hunger only means he knows when to bring enough snacks for two. It's also his favorite place to rest his head.

Belphegor: Below your collarbone and above your heart. Your heartbeat helps him fall asleep, he also likes knowing when you get excited except for when Lucifer's the cause, and it's where he usually rests his head. This is him asking for you to keep him close to your heart.

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