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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 6 months

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so, we’ve seen Sebastian and Claude in pre-heat preparation and we’ve seen Sebastian when he’s in heat, but not Claude, soooo can I pretty please ask for a scenario or headcannons about what Claude in heat is like? With tying in his spider behavior and all?

Oh so I have a few of these! I combined these three since these seemed compatible to mix!

(Also Ty Anons I’m so glad you enjoyed em!

So far starters I don’t think he’d just come up to us like Sebastian, he’s the type to just lock himself in his room and try to jerk off until he’s satisfied. (Which doesn’t end the way he wants since his body is craving you know…a mate. He can ‘finish’ on his own just fine but it’s not as good) he leaves a majority of the work to the other servants and will avoid rooms your in unless, you’re alone.

(I got carried away!! Made it a lil weird while I took a break from kinktober! I hope it’s good!)

Claude (heat cycles, afab reader, demon forms, (demon form Claude has a weird flexible tentacle d!ck), Claude’s big flexible tongue, oviposposit!on, )

You were surprised to have Hannah greet you at the door to your bedroom. You expected it to be Claude, but she quickly informed you that Claude was ‘feeling under the weather’ which…only happens once a year for an entire week. You went on with your day, you were aware of what he goes through (thanks to the Triplets accidentally telling you while venting) and expected him to come to you if he needed ‘extra help’.

You’d slept with him before, there’s no reason for him to be shy when you’ve ridden his face and sucked his dick before, though it’s been three heats since you’ve first contracted him, you figure he knows what he’s doing. With Hannah you ended up ending the day early and you just went to your room, maybe you’ll sleep early tonight.

You heard the door click open without a knock, before you can say anything you distinctly feel eyes on you. Your desk faces away from the door so you don’t know whose watching you so…intently, you stand up ready to turn and confront them, but your instantly pushed against your desk.

You freeze and try to turn but the person doesn’t let you, arms wrap around your waist and your lifted up like you weigh nothing. You cant see the person but as soon as you feel them carrying you to the door, you kick, trying to get them to let go. “Drop me!” You yelled, hoping it was one of the triplets messing with you.

Whoever it is ignores you and you breathe to scream but a hand covers your mouth. “Please, Master, quiet. I’m t-taking you to my room.” It was Claude, his voice sounded strained and he wasn’t letting you turn to see him. “Sorry to grab you like this, just n-need you.”

You were unceremoniously thrown onto a bed and it took you a second to realize you weee in Claude’s room and on his bed…but there were webs all over the floor and walls, it took you a second to realize the silky sheets you were on weren’t in fact blankets, but finely woven webs. You recoiled at the sight and tried to move backwards to get off the bed but Claude sits behind you and blocks your path.

“Claude this is gross, I don’t want to be surrounded by webs while we-“ You didn’t get to finish before he’s pressed against you with a kiss and his tongue shoved itself down your throat. You jerk under him and writhe away enough to breathe before he’s between your legs. Now that you can see him you can see just how disheveled he looks.

His hair is a mess, his tie is loose and he barely has his clothes on right, you cant help but notice he forgot to even put on an undershirt. He’s removing your pants without even asking so you give him a harsh slap, he doesn’t even flinch. “Claude! What the hell? Don’t you know to ask first! You cant just take me from my room and expect sex!”

Claude seemed taken aback by that, though he seemed to realize what he just did as he bows his head. “I-I’m sorry Master. I-I just need you now, I didn’t t-think you’d care-“ He whines out stopping to adjust the visible arousal he’s trying to hide. “It’s too much to handle on my own, even if you just let me use your hand please-“

He whimpers out more things you don’t catch before you sit up and glance around. His room…looks very different even without the webs, his normally neat room is a mess and there’s broken furniture and you cant help but wonder if he broke it in frustration while trying to avoid getting you.

You show him mercy and undress for him, he follows suit instantly and you can see just how bad his heat is getting him. His cock is dripping pre onto the silk as soon as it’s free. “Lay down.” You order, moving aside so he could. You turned away from him and seated yourself onto his face, leaning down so you could grab his cock.

He whines against you and you feel his tongue drag against your entrance before slipping inside of you. He purred feeling your walls constrict around his tongue. The vibrations gave you a surprise jolt of pleasure. You in turn take the head of his cock into your mouth, gently sucking it to coax a more noise from him.

He visibly flinched upon you taking his arousal into your mouth. You adjust yourself to practically ride his tongue, rolling your hips and stroking the rest of his cock with quick uneven strokes. He bucks up, only for you to completely move away from his cock. “Don’t choke me on your dick.”

Claude whines and his toungue retreats as he lifts you enough of his face to talk. “I-I need to be inside you.” You take it into consideration before lowering yourself onto his face again. He whines in protest but allows his tongue to lap at your clit before slipping into you once more.

“Maybe if you help me get off I’ll help you.” You respond. Claude’s tongue drags along your insides, seemingly twisting inside you in search of your sweet spot. You didn’t need to help him, his tongue can reach everything inside of you with ease, he’s just so excited he keeps missing.

You grab his cock, teasingly ghosting over the head and rubbing the base. He bucks forwards, cock trembling in your grip as pre swells at the head. You squeeze the base, grinding down on his face, feeling him hiss in response. His cock suddenly writhes out of your grip, when you look up, you can see a shadowy haze over Claude as his body shifts.

His cock is more tentacle like in this form, twisting and nearly tying itself in a not as it searches for stimulation. You can feel his firm under you, the warmth providing you comfort, after you had him ‘satiated’ you were definitely using him as a pillow (or maybe a blanket) while you rest.

You can feel him using his extra limbs to rub your breast, massage your clit and hold your hips close to his face. He purrs when your hands return to his cock, stroking it in tube with his own movements. He trembles with every few strokes, cock twisting in your grip causing you to tighten said grip.

“Good,like that.” You praise, earning a deep purr in response, his hips bucking forwards. Your thighs nearly snap shut on him when he finally finds your sweet spot. You don’t need to tell him, your moan lets him know instantly and he’s hitting it repeatedly. To reward him you swallow down his cock and before you can suck it, it wraps around your tongue causing you to gag.

You spat it out but Claude still mewled, hips trembling as he tried to stay still. You huff as you feel your own climax reaching you. His cock weeps as your hot breath teased it. You don’t touch him as causes you a blissful orgasm, you’re legs going limp as you collapse ontop of him.

You’re panting, face centimeters away from his raging erection, panting directly onto it.

You do intend to help him with it but you need to catch your breath. You watched in amusement as it seemingly stiffened more with each breath until it was so swollen it couldn’t do anything but twitch. It brushed against your cheek, then Claude practically screamed, completely muffled by your sex.

He cums against your cheek, just short of your mouth as he trembles, body going completely stiff. You get off him, adjusting yo place your weight in his lap, getting his attention. Four pairs of eyes watch you grab his cock, taking it to your entrance and lowering yourself on his still orgasming cock.

He whines, his shaft sensitive as you used his knees to brace yourself before riding him with no care. Claude mewled happily, bucking up a few times before he’s limp under you, cock spilling the last of his mess into you. “T-th-ank you M-My Queen.”

“I’m not fucking done yet, I love it when your dick is like this!” You slam down with each thrust, squeezing his still hard shaft while he recovered. His heat kept him excited, allowing you to use his stiff cock like a dildo while he trembled and recovered from days of aching finally being taken care of.

He was thrilled you let him finish inside of you, he’d let you ride him till he’s unconscious if it meant he could finish inside of you. His swollen shaft ached with every stroke, feeling like it’s going to burst while stimulate him.

You pause open feeling what seemed like his cock expanding inside of you.

You jump off him quickly, startled, when you look down you see your suspicions confirmed. Claude desperately whimpered, cock bobbing as you undoubtedly ruined his second orgasm…

A small, circular swollen spot moved from the base of his cock to the tip, it seeming was stuck, as Claude quickly stroked himself, noticeably squeezing himself from base to tip to force his cum to push whatever it was out.

The entire time he’s sobbing and whining, if you didn’t know any better you’d think you broke something down there…

You finally get to see the object nearly a minute later, it finally emerges fro his swollen cock, popping out with a ‘squelch’ that made you cringe. The way it forced his cock open looked painful, though he continued stroking himself feverishly, bucking into his own hand.

You pick up the object an realize, it’s an egg.

You look up and see another small bump working it’s way up his still hard cock. You examine the egg in your hand, it’s maybe the size of a golf ball, a little pressure made it give, your certain you could crush it easily. You hold it in your hand, watching Claude continue to try to milk the rest of his clutch out, without the cum aiding his shaft, it was difficult, and you noticed, there were a few at the base of his cock.

You decide to experimentally help him, pulling the lotion (or lube you couldn’t really see) from the night stand, pouring it on the engourged head of his cock. You practically squeeze it into his shaft and your hand is suddenly stroking him, his own hands pushed out of the way.

“D-don’t stroke d-down!” He squeaked out, legs shaking as they were pressed together. “I-it hurts, just, stroke up, squeeze, like I-I-it’s..” He paused thinking of an example. “T-tooth paste? T-they are d-durable b-but there’s no room t-to push them d-down.”

“Even in your heat you wish to lecture me?” Nonetheless you do as advices and he melts. He’s purring, cock spitting out three more eggs, you are about to stop but he bucks up. “Wait, there’s more?”

Claude nods. “I c-cant tell how many, I-there was no p-pressure t-they are supposed t-to come f-faster…” You let the eggs pool on his stomach, the white eggs standing out against the black fur.

He’s whimpering and just shy of thrashing you off of him as another couple of eggs started working their way up his aching cock. They come out quite quickly as his cock has recovered enough to build up pre again.

You are left with eight eggs, you notice his cock still hasn’t softened but you put the eggs aside first. “Still got a few left in you?” You tease, getting ontop of him again. He nods, too tired to respond. “Tell me when you are close or I’m forcing every one of these eggs back into your cock.”

He shudders at the thought, cock jumping inside you.

#sub claude faustus #claude faustus #claude x reader #black butler #black butler x reader #heat cycles #mating cycles/in heat #dom reader #demon form #demon forms #ovipositor #ovi kink

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theunaveragepsychoticbitch · 2 years

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Bite and Be Bitten

Top!Fem-presenting AMAB reader, Bottom!AFAB!Barbatos.

[Raw-dog, creampie, nipple play, biting (giving, mostly), mild blood play, fluff/crack at the end, reader is a bit of a masochist]

"Can you bite me?"

The two of you were kissing. You’re in his lap grinding down, he’s pushing into you, hands are wandering, and then you stop it all to ask him…. This?

“Bite you?”

“Bite me. With your demon fangs.” Oh. Oh. That’s what this is about.

Three weeks ago, you’d become the third person to survive seeing Barbatos’s true demon form. He’d been nervous, worried you would fear him afterwards. That you would realize he’s a monster, a beast who has done and is capable of horrible things, and (rightfully) leave him. Despite his fears, it would hurt more to keep you in the dark; you deserved to know, even if it made you hate him.

The day came, he transformed, and you stilled. He winced when your eyes widened, expecting a verbal beating, or at least a disgusted expression, but instead you said, “Come closer.” in the most genuinely awed voice he’s ever heard.

You were so gentle with him. Taking his scaled face into your hands and turning it right, left, examining him. The pads of your thumbs grazing his lips, lifting them to better see his fangs. They were thicker in the gums, and narrowed to razor thin points midway to his chin. You had touched them, asked, “Are they- you -venomous?” And when he told you “no”…..

“So theoretically, if you were to use them to say, give me a hickey or something, I would survive?”

“I- yes, I suppose. They won’t kill unless I use them with killing intent but, Love, why are you asking this?”

You had simply hummed, a smile growing on your face he’d since learned to fear. He can’t help but feel he should’ve been clearer on the danger, because now here you were, asking to be bitten like you would take “no” for an answer in the first place.

He sucks in a breath, trying to focus past the sudden bout of shyness that’s colored his cheeks red. “I, I’m not sure Hon, you would be hurt-”

He doesn’t even realize you’ve grabbed him until he’s under you, with you already biting down hard enough to pierce skin.

Blood floods your mouth, but you don’t drink it, letting it spill across his skin, staining his shirt. His nails dig into your back, and you feel them turn to claws, the durability of your skin being tested as you suck on the wound, making him grasp you harder.

You pull back to kiss the skin only to find scales have surrounded the wound. Instinct had kicked in when you bit him, and he lay beneath you in a form somewhere between his true one and something more human.

You trail your fingers lightly over the scales of his arm, to his neck, and feel him shiver as you reach his face and cup it, looking cockily upon him. He, on the other hand, is shocked, shocked he managed to stop a full transformation, that you almost caused one, and that you still seemed to want him even when in this ugly form.

“I don’t care if it hurts…”

Your focus stays on his eyes, communicating just how serious you are in a single look. You kiss his wound, bloody lips leaving a kiss mark as you whisper, “I want you to bite me, Barbatos. Just Like. This.” into his skin.

His eyes roll back and he moans his curses, wondering why, how, you managed to be so sexy all the damn time.

Clothes hit the floor fast as need takes control. You fix yourself between his legs, throwing them over your shoulders and letting your cock lie leaking on his cunt.

You hum, and in the back of his mind Barbatos realizes he should start taking that as a bad omen. “Barbatos, how much do you want me?”

“So much, too much.” He’s staring at your dick, and it twitches under his gaze. Precum piles up at the tip and spills over; He watches the droplet with held breath, looking as if he would break then and there when it hit his stomach. On one quick breath he says, “Please put it in me.”

You chuckle, starting to hump him at a slow pace. You really shouldn’t tease him, but what does he expect when he’s this cute?

“Ah, I would, trust me I would but…” You sigh, “There’s no way you’re wet enough for that yet…”

“[Name!]” He wines, and without being asked he spreads himself, legs going wide as two fingers present his soaked hole to you. He’s positively overflowing, slick spilling out and down the fat of his ass cheeks while his hole clenches around nothing.

“Please.”

“….So polite…” You take to kissing his skin, adorning it with softer bite marks and bloody kisses. You lick a stripe over the blue-green scales surrounding his pussy; they’re warm to the touch. His wound has since healed over, along with the others you’ve left. Regenerative abilities in mind, you continue your journey around his body, significantly less resigned in your biting.

You try to put space between you, but quick as light his hands are on your arms, pulling you back as he whines out,

“Where are you going?” You smirk, plucking a clawed hand from your arm and kissing it. “Nowhere, Love.” You kiss his wrist and stay there, eyes closed as you whisper, “I just want to pleasure you.”

In the next few moments his back is pressed against your tits, and you’re using two fingers to spread him open, commenting on how wet he is for you. Your middle finger traces the rim of his hole, feeling it flex under your touch. He’s dripping, and your fingers are well coated in seconds. You spread his juices around his cunt, swirling a finger around his clit.

Your other hand massages his pec, pinching and pulling and rolling his hard nipple between your fingers. He’s moaning loud, begging you to be rougher. “I’ve only got so many hands Barbatos- Help me out some, would you?” It was an order- one he’ll happily obey.

“Fuck! Fuck me please, I need you.” His hands are much rougher, three fingers pumping fast in and out of his hole while he gropes his own breast, milking the nipple for pleasure the way he liked.

You purr out, “Your wish is my command,” and kiss the unmarked side of his neck.

Finally, blessedly even, you speed up. The sudden change from a teasing slowness to downright abusing his clit and nipple as his back arching, fucking himself down on his own fingers while also trying to press impossibly closer against yours. “Yes, yes! Just like that, thank you, thank you…!”

He’s about to cum, and you make a split-second decision- you stuff three more fingers into his cunt, and he moans loud in your ear, orgasm crashing into him like a tidal wave.

You groan at the sight of his post-orgasm face, dick twitching in anticipation. You’d gone long enough with no attention, and Barbatos still has a wish yet to be fulfilled.

You maneuver him into his back, and position yourself over him. You place a soft kiss against his lips- he can taste his blood on you.

“Do you still need me, Barbatos?”

His laugh is airy, and his tone conveys amusement as much as it conveys love, love in great amounts.

“I always need you, [Name].”

Then you’re sliding it in, and he’s throwing his head back in a deep moan. It’s a good thing you were watching his face; you get to see his big, dopey smile as it blooms across his face. He opens his eyes, catches you looking and giggles. It’s infectious, and soon you’re kissing and laughing and fucking, slow and lazy. You expected to end up pounding him in your need, but as you thrust into him, chuckling at his attempts to talk past his gasps, you can’t imagine doing it any other way.

“Love, come closer, ehehe~” How can you resist such a cute request? The answer: you can’t.

He holds your face in his hands, gentle and loving. He starts at your lips, kissing past the side of your mouth all the way down to the crook of your neck. He plants a firmer kiss there, and lingers longer. When he pulls away, he winks at you.

Then all at once his fangs are out, his demon fangs, and he sinks into the skin so smoothly it almost doesn’t hurt.

Almost.

You wonder if this is how masochists experience pain. There’s the hurting, of course, but it makes your blood rush and has your head dizzy with pleasure. You suck in a breath with his name on it in surprise, and your cock twitches once more as you slam into him and cum hard.

The orgasm leaves your whole body shaking, and in the background of your mind you can hear Barbatos’ asking if you’re okay. His hands are comforting, and you focus on them, managing to slowly come back down from your high.

You blink, and the world is clear again.

“[Name]? [Name]?! Please, talk to me Hon.”

You chuckle absentmindedly, still in shock from… Whatever the hell that was. “I’m back, haha… What the fuck did you to me Hon, and why didn’t you do it sooner dammit?” You laugh again, and he seriously considers pushing you off him.

“I didn’t anticipate such a strong effect. I apologize.”

“Have you never bit someone before?”

He blushes, looking to the side as he says, “Not with the intention of pleasuring them, no…”

Your head feels so clear. You laugh again; you don’t think you’ve ever felt this light, this happy and energetic after sex in your life. “Well, fuck. I’m glad to be your first Honeybunches.”

You pull out and flop down next to him, closing your eyes as you move to feel the bite mark- only, there isn’t one. The blood is though, still fresh and still dripping.

“When you froze up, I thought I’d seriously hurt you, and immediately mended the wound.” He explained. Classic Barbatos.

“Ah well, you can just make another one next round.” You open your eyes-

“Dammit Barbatos!” Upon hearing “next round”, a sudden bout of drowsiness came over Barbatos, apparently knocking him out instantly.

“HONK, mimimimimi…. HONK,”

“Are we fucking five?! At least actually try to pretend you’re sleep!” He laughs, immediately resuming his honks and mimimis. You roll your eyes, suppressing giggles right along side him.

“For a someone describable as ‘one hell of a butler’… You’re sure as shit one hell of a dumbass.” You cuddle into each other, a mess of laughter and love.

#sub barbatos #sub obey me #barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos #shall we date barbatos #barbatos #barbatos smut #obey me smut #om barbatos #om smut #om x reader #obey me x reader #demon forms #fangs #unaveragewrites

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nunalastor · 1 month

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#hazbin hotel #radioapple #lucifer #appleradio #radio apple #alastor #apple radio #fanart #demon form alastor

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turtleofthehollow · 3 months

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I need someone to write fanfiction of Lucifer and Alastor making a deal, but Luci botches the wording of the deal so bad that they end up married instead, and neither of them know how to break the deal, so they're just stuck like this until further notice

You can't tell me it wouldn't be in character for him!

UPDATE: It has been written! Check out the reblogs for the link!

#bonus points if it still doesn't really lead to a romance #they just learn to tolerate each other and form a somewhat functioning relationship #I may just write this myself #eventually #...maybe #radioapple #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #alastor and lucifer #alastor #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #lucifer morningstar #lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fanfic ideas

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poobirdy · 13 days

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bingqiu human/demon role reversal as requested by alliechickfics on twitter! for a modest donation to the listed organizations and individuals over at SVSSS Gotcha 4 Gaza, you too can get a prompt fulfilled in exchange.

#scum villain #svsss #bingqiu #luo binghe #shen yuan #shen qingqiu #mxtx #my art #blowing the dust off this account #the donation form is open until the 21st #i'll reblog a post abt the event that goes a little more in depth once this goes up #the idea for this au is that sy has been sealed in lbh's pendant for a Good While #up until ming fan steals/damages it and incidentally frees him #so ofc lbh is accused of housing a demon in the sect #what choice does he and sy have but to run tf out of there

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bet-on-me-13 · 4 months

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Dan is Trigon

So! The Teen Titans had been chasing down a Cult lately, and they had finally managed to track down their main bases location.

Unfortunately, they got there just a bit too late and the Summoning Ritual they had been preforming was finished. The Being they had been calling crawled up and out of the Circle drawn in Blood on the floor.

And Raven felt her heart Stop. Because that Being crawling it's way out of the Summoning Circle looked almost exactly like her Father's True Form. But also different.

Where her Father's hair was a White Flame, this one's hair looked like Freshly Fallen Snow. Instead of her Father's Blood Red Skin, this being had Icy Blue Skin. And most strikingly, In place of her Father's Piercing Red Eyes, this being had Lazarus Green Eyes.

But even with all those changes, she could still the similarities in the Bone Structure, the shape of the Jaw, and most importantly the Untold Power radiating off of them.

Before they could react, the Being turned its attention to the Cultists.

"Who Dares Summon, the Ghost King?"

"We do, Out Lord Pariah Dark! We Beseech Thee, take this unclean world and tear it down! Cleanse the World of its Filth!"

"Oh Goddammit, not again." Said the Being, "Look, Pariah hasn't been in Power for Centuries. I, am Phantom. And I don't do the whole 'Destroy all Worlds' thing, you want your own constellation? I'm your guy. Otherwise? Bite it."

"Bu-But my Lord! We summoned you to-"

"Yeah how about no." Said the unimpressed God, "Here, let me send you guys Home. I'll give you guys some riches or something as compensation, but that's it."

And with that, the God snapped its fingers and the cultists disappeared.

"Now, who are you kids?" He turned to them.

Robin stepped forward, "We are the Teen Titans, and originally we came to stop them from Summoning you. Now, I honestly don't know what to do..."

"Oh, you guys are Heroes! That's interesting, I don't come across worlds with Heroes very often." Said the Ghost King, "The last one was the one with those Revengers or whatever they called themselves. The Spider Totem was fun to talk to, and Thor is always..."

As Phantom mumbled to himself, Raven stepped up. "King Phantom, I have a Question. Why do you resemble the true form or Trigon so closely? As his Daughter, I can recognize your similarities easily, and I was curious."

The King stopped dead.

"...daughter?"

"Oh, yes. Trigon is my father, though obviously I haven't talked to him recently." She explained.

"...that asshole." He said, "How could he not tell me I had a NIECE!?"

Wait what?