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𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐒 pt. 3/3

⌈ OBEY ME LUCIFER x OC ⌋

(n.) vision, apparition, manifestation; phenomenon, spectacle, sight; (religion) revelation

CONTENT WARNINGS: SMUT · CORRUPTION KINK · DUBCON · ROLEPLAY · DARK-ish · RELIGIOUS THEMES · CREEPY · CONSENSUAL · SIZE DIFFERENCE · SLIGHT CUMPLAY · BREEDING KINK · PRAISE · PARANORMAL-ish · DACRYPHILIA · CHURCH

Word count: 9465 words

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Ahhh, the last part. The smut you obviously want most. I don't blame ya, I'm a sucker for smut. This is, uhhh, quite a smutty smut, so go feral ig. Teehee.

Have fun with this final part. Cha cha <3

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“I need you to get on your knees, little lamb,” in a naturally intimidating and sincere voice, Lucifer instructs Sister Destiny on her next move.

“M-My knees?” she repeats, her words coming out slightly incoherent—only such would occur when one has their cheeks squished by a frighteningly tall, supernatural being.

“Yes, your knees,” he answers, lowering his red, gloved hand from Sister Destiny’s cheeks only to trail it over her white bib collar.

Sister Destiny doesn’t expect the tight grip on her wrist to loosen before Lucifer completely releases it, quickly switching her attention to the way he guides both his hands over her shoulders to discard the white collar she wears over her black gown.

His movement fluid, Lucifer sheds the collar from Sister Destiny’s shoulders, disregarding the way it gently flops onto the stone floor. He leaves the novitiate in her black gown, veil, and a silvery crucifix that dangles over her nearly exposed chest if it weren’t for the gown. Lucifer’s black-garnet gaze is intensively fixed on the short woman, his lust evolving into a ravenous hunger the more he imagines the kinds of dirty sins he wants to taint the virtuous woman with.

He’s relatively surprised by the fact she hasn’t taken the chance to flee now that both of his powerful hands have released her, but he’s also—strangely enough—relieved that the sister hasn’t made an attempt to escape.

She has to run. She knows she has to. Even as she stands free of Lucifer’s restraint, she doesn’t budge.

Why… Wh-Why am I not moving? Is it him? Is he doing this?

Sister Destiny peers up at the horned man, brought to confusion as to why she cannot move. Despite the turmoil within her, Sister Destiny is already aware of why she hasn’t taken the chance to flee—deep down, she knows why she won’t leave. The novitiate won’t deny the fact the demon before her is attractive and alluring in both physical attributes and in personality, and not only that, but he could have relinquished her power to make a choice in all, completely disregard her wants and devour her soul as he originally intended… and yet he left her to choose, even if the options weren’t completely satisfactory.

She finally realizes that she doesn’t want to leave.

Lucifer guides his red, gloved palm up to place it on Sister Destiny’s cheek, staring down at her innocent expression fervently before his hand trails up the side of her head only to settle it on the top of her veiled scalp.

He feels hot. So, so hot. The elaborate and luxurious, high-collared, tailed coat not at all proving to help. The Avatar of Pride doesn’t seem to notice, or may it be that he simply refuses to, but his limbs are trembling. Of course, a human would never notice the quivering in Lucifer’s limbs as they would be the one quivering in fear instead, but never has he felt so consumed with the urge to take from a human that his body would shudder at the thought. Merely fantasizing all these sinful thoughts he has for the wide-eyed, porcelain woman makes the four-winged demon suppress an eager groan, his gloved fingers twitching on the top of Sister Destiny’s head.

The tightness in his sombre pants is unbearable to the Avatar of Pride, begging him to be released and for him to satisfy himself with this unintentionally tantalizing human who has a twinge of unholy curiosity spark in her wide eyes. Just thinking about ruining this gullible sister of the church spurs him on, hand trembling against Sister Destiny’s head as he urges himself to lead her down to her knees.

Not resisting against the dark-haired demon’s guidance—not that she even could—Sister Destiny begins to crouch down until the curves of her knees press on the hardness of the stone floor, sure to grow sore if she sits on her knees for too long. Her black gown rumples around her like ripples in a still mass of stygian. She can feel the warmth of Lucifer’s hand on her veiled head, chancing the opportunity to gently lift her chin so that she may look up at the ominously tall demon.

Her back faces the stained glass installed in the clerestory that distinctly reflects all the tapping noises of the repeated raindrops inside the cathedral. Sister Destiny remains kneeling in front of the four-winged demon, breathing nervously as her curious eyes stare up at Lucifer in all his glory. His wings are as open as they can be, casting large shadows behind his tall figure; his coat tails, which are split into two segments of fabric, nearly brush against the stone floor, and, overall, the Avatar of Pride stands imperiously as if he is sovereign to the kneeling woman.

Sister Destiny realizes how meticulously dressed Lucifer is, admiring the wine-red accents of his lavish coat.

“Unfasten my pants.”

“M-Mmh-?” The novitiate flinches and blinks out of her stupor.

Lucifer clenches his jaw, black-garnet eyes intensely focused on Sister Destiny’s position.

“You will find it reassuring to know that I do not like repeating myself, little lamb. Now, do as you’re told,” he advises through clenched teeth, gloved fingertips mildly pressing on Sister Destiny’s head as an implicit sign of caution to not test his patience.

The feeble novitiate stays kneeling in front of the Avatar of Pride, her tanzanite gaze staring up at him timidly until her breath hitches upon making eye contact with his daunting, black-garnet eyes. Sister Destiny is forced to realize that, at her current position, she is facing the four-winged demon’s crotch, cheeks flaring a bright red hue the moment her wide eyes glimpse down at the two, dangling, golden chains linked from a lavish ornament.

She fears tampering with Lucifer’s already developing impatience and vehemence, hesitant to lift up her petite hands and press them against the firmness of his thighs. The muscles in his thighs briefly tense up underneath her soft, porcelain hands like an impulsive reaction to her touch. Sister Destiny bites the inside of her lips for but a swift moment, reluctantly acknowledging the fact that she must do this, or pay him with the consumption of her soul.

Her hands and fingers tremble evidently, palms trailing up slowly as if she is meaning to tease the already frustrated demon who stifles a hiss through clenched teeth.

She’s consumed with anxiousness, wondering to herself if losing her self-respect would be worth over having her soul devoured. There’s an inner voice, however, that whispers ever so softly in Sister Destiny’s ears. She can hear it convincing her that she will no longer be ambiguously ridiculed for her ignorance of sex by the other novices. She can hear it assuring her that this is the right choice—that any other novitiate, from her perspective, would also make this decision.

Would they?

Before Sister Destiny can even pause to reconsider her decision, the pads of her fingers brush over a firm lump that she can feel through Lucifer’s pants—warmth dwelling beneath her delicate fingers. Her eyes blink abruptly, not expecting to be pulled out of her daze so quickly until she hardly catches the stifled sound of Lucifer’s groan.

The novitiate throws a quick, heuristic look up at the horned man before she fixes her attention back to the evident tent in his sombre pants. She cannot help the rush of heat in her pale cheeks as she gazes at the demon’s crotch, always so accustomed to averting her eyes at any promiscuous body part. Even in her adolescence, Sister Destiny would innately pull her eyes away from exposed skin, feeling a cloud of shame weighing on her back like a heavy coat. Yet, now, she has no other choice but to fulfill the demon’s demand.

With quivering fingers and a timid expression, Sister Destiny’s hands guide themselves further up to the zipper of Lucifer’s pants, remaining uneasy throughout the whole sequence. When she finally feels the brief coldness of the metallic zipper, Sister Destiny reluctantly pinches the small hook and tugs it down. Her ears are keen to the rattling noise the zip makes as she pulls it down, unable to move it any further when it catches onto the end of the link.

Sister Destiny releases a quiet and anxious breath as she unhooks the gold button with a white jewel inserted in the center that keeps Lucifer’s pants fastened. The moment she frees his button and fly, the novitiate trails her hands to the hem of his black and neatly kept boxer briefs.

She’s evidently averse to her following move, uncertainty leaking in her limbs as she nervously gazes up. Her breath quivers when the dark-haired demon tenderly caresses the top of her head, his thumb pressing softly against her scalp as if reassuring her.

“Don’t be so distressed, little lamb,” he starts off, black-garnet eyes admiring her uneasy facial expression as she stares back up at him, “I will not treat you too roughly.”

Whether it is meant to come off as reassuring or as a mild warning, Sister Destiny is uncertain, merely letting out a muted whimper as she returns her attention to the evident bulge under Lucifer’s boxer briefs. What she can see, even with Lucifer’s pants clinging to his hips, is a well-kept trail of dark hair leading down into his underwear. The clothing he wears leaves almost nothing to the imagination as to what he hides—the sheer outline of his cock adjacent to Sister Destiny’s alarmed face.

Even without fully exposing his lower regions, the novitiate knows he is unquestionably large—the contour of his cock palpable beneath the thin fabric of his black boxer briefs that snugly fit his form. She’s inwardly intimidated by the sheer size of this demon’s dick, yet having been reassured that she’d be treated—somewhat—gently, she feels her stress lessen. She recalls hearing one of the other sisters mention her lover asking for a “blowjob”—as she referred to it. According to the other novitiate, she had to use her mouth to pleasure her lover.

M-My mouth-?!

Her eyes briefly widen at the notion, hands pausing at the hem of Lucifer’s boxer briefs. Gradually, her tanzanite eyes travel up the four-winged demon’s lean yet unyielding build. She’s daunted by his expectations, kneeling before him as a virgin, not a veteran in terms of sexual intimacy.

“I-… I-I’m not sure if… i-if it’ll fit,” Sister Destiny squeaks out, porcelain cheeks smoldering with a bright red pigment.

Lucifer, much to Sister Destiny’s hopeful assumption that he’d agree and reconsider going through with this, simply chuckles deeply at her feeble remark. His gloved hand caresses the top of her veiled head, lightly tugging the dark fabric back to expose her bangs, which tenderly fall on the sides of her dainty face.

“If there is a will, there is a way, little lamb,” he murmurs to the short-haired novitiate whose eyes remain wide, staring down at her with amusement present in his very own black-garnet ones. “Carry on.”

M-Mmh…

Sister Destiny anxiously returns her attention back to her task at hand, her trembling breath sharply entering her lungs. She curls her slender fingers into the inside of Lucifer’s boxer briefs, tugging it down, feeling her cheeks rise in heat and her ears burn under her inky-black veil.

Lucifer stands with his black-garnet irises focusing on the visibly timid novitiate, his breathing growing heavy the longer he remains as patient as possibly can be for her. He’s aware of her lack of confidence for initiating such corrupt acts in the first place, but watching her gradually gather up the courage to do as he says spurs him on more than he’d like to admit.

His blood feels like it’s all been rushing down to his firm and throbbing cock, worsening his need to satisfy himself with this naive sister of the church.

In spite of his rampant desire and hunger, Lucifer remains adamant to giving in. It appears as if the demon is explicitly resisting against his carnal desires, feeling awfully tempted to press this fragile human against the stone altar and mercilessly take whatever he needs from her and leave her to be found by the bishops in the morning. This doesn’t fully satisfy Lucifer’s fantasy, however, which is what perplexes him.

Typically, the four-winged demon would not care enough for his behavior around humans, whether it be that he was aggressive toward them, or that he was simply strict with them and demanded they satisfy his needs lest they want their souls to be mercilessly consumed.

Yet, now, as he witnesses Sister Destiny lightly tug on his underclothes with such an irresistible expression dawning on her fragile face, Lucifer cannot find it in himself to please his more demonic, sadistic self that craves violence and cruelty. He merely decides that he wishes to make this gullible novitiate willingly accept her corruption, force her to realize just how sinful she is deep down after all these years in the pursuit of becoming a full-fledged nun.

The horned man utters out a hiss as his pulsing cock is released from his underwear, the coldness of the cathedral further inciting shivers down his spine. Lucifer’s black-garnet eyes guide themselves down to Sister Destiny’s position, able to observe the surge of authentic surprise flash by in her sweet, previously innocent, tanzanite eyes as she gawks frightfully at his entire length.

Sister Destiny’s heart drops at Lucifer’s size, her breath caught up in her throat from how stunned she is. She feels quivers take over her limbs, but the odd sensation of enticed shivers crawls up her shoulders, her breath sharply entering her lungs.

The novitiate doesn’t understand what she’s feeling. She’s kneeling down before the Avatar of Pride with her very own insides throbbing. Her breath is quiet by force, trembling with each exhale she lets out. She doesn’t know why her nethers tremble as she admires the massive dick erected before her eyes, having been taught that longing for such desires is a sin; to immediately repent after merely fathoming this corruption.

The demon’s cock is far longer than the average man’s length; girthy with pulsing veins running up from the base that meets with his appealing trail of dark pubes. At his angry red tip, slick pearls of precum ooze out, creeping over the smooth curve of his circumcised head. They give the head of Lucifer’s cock a sheeny appeal, his redness bright and burning with need.

The red shade of Sister Destiny’s cheeks rivals the cock head as it throbs desperately in front of her abashed face. Her tanzanite eyes observe the way the milky beads of pre gradually slide down the flush head, keeping her curiosity of what it may taste like to herself until Lucifer clears his throat insistently.

“M-Mmh?” she finds herself humming out, fixing her gaze up at the dark-haired demon.

“Don’t keep me in anticipation, little lamb,” Lucifer utters out, his voice hoarse, but still equally as intimidating to the short-haired novitiate.

“You-… You want me to-?”

“Please me. Yes,” he interrupts, darkened eyes seemingly glaring down at her, like a ruthless ruler to his meek servant. “Do not test my leniency unless you really want me to devour your precious soul.”

With that being said, Lucifer’s grip on Sister Destiny’s veiled head tightens, his fingers threatening to tug on her exposed bangs and, potentially, pull on her scalp.

“Eek-!”

Sister Destiny’s eyes squeeze shut, lower lip quivering from the raw fear flowing through her fragile, little body. She can hear the urgency in Lucifer’s tone, frightful of what may happen if she tries to resist his demands.

Her eyebrows crease together in hesitation, porcelain eyelids fluttering open only to discover her attention instantly flying to the demon’s erect cock.

Without dragging it out, Sister Destiny leads her petite hands to Lucifer’s pulsing shaft, the base of her palm instantly pressing gently against one of the veins running alongside the underside of his member. Her ears catch on to Lucifer as he releases a stifled hiss, the smallest of groans rumbling in the base of his vocal chords.

Distinctly hesitating for a fleeting moment, Sister Destiny begins to drag her tender grasp up Lucifer’s pulsating dick. Small drops of precum smear between her delicate fingers as they roam up and down the member in a fixed rhythm, making it easier for the novitiate to smoothly pump her hands over the hot girth.

Throughout the repeated sequence, Sister Destiny’s face remains a bright red pigment, her cheeks flaring with shame. Hidden fascination glints in her wide, tanzanite eyes, however, contradicting her attitude in the beginning of this problematic endeavor.

Her hands are soft and petite, appearing twice as small while they wrap around Lucifer’s erect cock. She runs the pads of her thumbs on the underside of his shaft, massaging upwards until she reaches the bottom of his head, feeling the member twitch in her gentle clasp before the grip of her head tightens.

The horned demon releases another hiss, baring his teeth as he momentarily squeezes his eyes shut at the pleasurable sensation overwhelming his needy dick. When the novitiate’s hands would reach the bottom of his head—barely brushing against the sensitivity—his shoulders would stiffen and his breath immediately gets stuck in his throat.

He initially thought the novitiate would prove to be a disappointment to his expectations, yet the way she delicately strokes him fills him with a new surge of relief and satisfaction.

Lucifer’s hips slightly buck, craving more firmness in Sister Destiny’s grip, which seems to catch her off guard. He sharply inhales, eyebrows wrinkled in concentration as he fixes his grip on the top of her veiled head.

Sister Destiny continues to draw her palms across the heated flesh of Lucifer’s firm cock, her hands losing their clasp on him when his hips buck forward unexpectedly. Her eyebrows rise quickly in alarm as her hands unintentionally release his slick shaft, worried that the demon would reprimand her.

She is proven wrong when, suddenly, the tip of Lucifer’s dick nudges against her thin, supple lips—his precum smearing over her softness. Her initial reaction is to flinch back from the abruptness, but the tight grasp on her veil restrains her from moving at all, keeping her lips snug against his heated and pulsing tip.

Lucifer keeps his hold on Sister Destiny’s head firm, black-garnet eyes meeting with her alarmed ones as they gawk up at him—her eyes asking for an explanation.

He simply tilts his chin high while keeping his stern gaze glued to the kneeling novitiate’s worried eyes.

“Open,” Lucifer demands, his tone cruel.

The coldness in his voice makes Sister Destiny want to whimper, frightful of him and his capability.

She can feel his cock head pulse against her lips, the impalpable scent of his pre wafting in her nose. Too intimidated by Lucifer’s harsh voice, Sister Destiny slowly parts her soft lips over the throbbing tip that keeps itself pressed intimately against her, granting him access to her wet mouth where scarce, translucent strings of saliva connect her upper teeth to her lower ones.

Her eyes instinctively squint, feeling the heated tip intrude her wet cavity. The foreign intrusion causes Sister Destiny to briefly flick the tip of her tongue against the cock head, catching the taste of his leaking precum. The novitiate is surprised to know that the taste lingering on her tongue is mildly sweet, the blandness nearly overpowering the sweet tang.

“Mm…”

Lucifer’s brows furrow as he enters Sister Destiny’s mouth little by little, sensing her tongue flick against his sensitive head—likely from the sudden invasion startling her. Regardless, he bites back a deep groan that threatens to leave the depths of his vocal chords, refusing to show any signs of being satisfied by the novitiate so early on.

His black-garnet eyes—glazed with ravenous desire—fall down to the short-haired woman sitting on her knees, able to feel her small hands tremble against his clothed thighs to keep herself in place. Lucifer sees Sister Destiny’s eyes start to water, her jaw struggling to loosen around his enormous cock. He easily spots the wet beads shimmering in the lines of her lids, watching as they slip down her pliant, fair-skinned cheeks.

Sister Destiny’s timid body trembles, jaw already going sore as the demon inserts his dick in her gaping mouth. Her eyes squint in slight pain, feeling trails of tears slide down her cheeks—the wet lines cooling at the occasional draft within the cathedral. In spite of her current struggle, Sister Destiny is surprised to realize Lucifer’s hips have slowed, keeping himself still in her mouth.

She realizes she must’ve made it obvious that she was having a difficult time taking in his cock, unaware of the fact she hasn’t even reached halfway—not that Lucifer thinks she could without reaching the back of her throat. Even then, it wouldn’t fit the entirety of his cock.

Impulsively, Sister Destiny swallows around Lucifer’s cock, meek body quivering at her current conflict. She immediately takes note of how the towering demon lightly groans with his lips sealed, eyes flying up to gaze at his face.

Sister Destiny is greeted with the sight of Lucifer whose eyebrows are wrinkled at the bridge of his nose and his eyes now half lidded as he stares down at her.

“Suck,” he commands her, hand firmly pressing against her veiled head.

Her eyes promptly widen before she drags her attention back to his pelvis with her lips closing around the erection lodged in her mouth. With a reluctant shift, Sister Destiny starts to suckle on Lucifer’s cock, cheeks burning with humiliation at her actions.

As she sucks on the cock, Sister Destiny slowly fixes her gaze back up at Lucifer, testing the waters by pulling her head back, dragging her tight lips around him. She hears him shudder, her own cunt quivering at the stifled groan he releases, her progressive head bopping increasing with hopes of satisfying the Avatar of Pride. It is positively obvious that the novitiate can’t take the entirety of the winged man’s cock in her mouth, and she fixes this dilemma by shyly removing her hands off of his thighs to gently clasp whatever she cannot reach; stroking him with a leisurely pace while sucking the upper half.

Saliva begins to dribble out from the corners of Sister Destiny’s mouth, slipping down over the curvature of her chin until reaching the nadir and finally dripping onto her inky-black gown. The spare sweetness of Lucifer’s precum taints the inside of her moist cavern, coating her taste buds and alluring her despite her virtuous conscience rebuking her for her sinful actions.

I shouldn’t be doing this! This is shameful! Why am I letting this- this demon defile me like this?! I have to repent! I can’t let him dishonor my oath to the Lord!

And, yet, in spite of all her internal protests, Sister Destiny finds herself lowering her lids halfway, her cheeks and ears burning with a discovered eagerness to pleasure Avatar of Pride, Lucifer. Her tanzanite eyes become glossy as she continues to suck up and down on Lucifer’s cock, hands stroking the rest of his shaft until she reaches his pelvis and drags them back up to her soft lips.

“Mm…” she catches herself tenderly moaning around Lucifer’s dick, voice muffled and yet vibrating in her mouth, which makes the four-winged demon groan audibly as he guides her head along him.

Lucifer grits his fang-like teeth together, eyes squinting lightly at the pleasure he feels coursing through his resilient body. He lets out a few groans, gripping the novitiate’s head like a vice, witnessing the way her eyes glimmer in the dull lights of the glowing candles surrounding them.

Feeling Sister Destiny’s lips around his stiff cock makes Lucifer choke for but a moment, eyelids fluttering with a catch. His fingers subconsciously curl on Sister Destiny’s head, her black veil wrinkling under his firm grasp until the demon figures it’s too much of a hindrance.

Without warning, the prideful demon clasps the veil from Sister Destiny’s head and pulls it off with an urgency that can only be described as neediness. He impatiently tosses the veil aside, no longer caring for the pathetic piece of fabric, threading his gloved fingers into her soft, short, white-to-azure hair. Lucifer gets a better grip on Destiny’s head and focuses more of his energy on picking up her speed.

“M-Mmh-!”

Destiny’s eyes squint harsher than before, lips sliding over his hot member with ease because of her drool increasing with each thrust forward and backward. Her cheeks appear larger than before, still as red as the bright flames burning endlessly in the waxen tunnels sitting on the black, iron candelabras. She can instantly tell her pace has been picked up, especially since her veil’s been abruptly pulled off by the horned man towering over her who curls his fingers through her short locks of hair.

She promptly follows Lucifer’s urging motions, feeling her scalp sting as he tugs on her hair. Destiny whimpers through her nose, her breathing labored the longer she remains sucking on the firm dick sliding easily into her mouth.

In spite of her growing discomfort, the taste of Lucifer intoxicates her little by little, intriguing her to learn more about the ways of sex if it means she won’t be belittled for her lack of knowledge anymore.

“Ah-” the dark-haired demon feels his hips stutter for a brief moment, delving his cock a little deeper into Destiny’s innocent, little mouth.

His eyes are focused on her, seeing the shine of her drool smear all on his dick firing him up.

“What a good little lamb… H-Hah-… sucking my cock so nicely,” Lucifer grunts out, facial expression hardening with great focus.

The praise instantly shoots arousal through Destiny’s petite body, feeling herself grow wetter than before. She continues sucking on the cock that practically pumps itself into her soaking, tightening mouth, her teary eyes fluttering repeatedly, struggling to get a good focus on Lucifer’s tall physique.

T-Tastes-… Tastes s-so, so good…

Destiny’s eyes blink until they remain half lidded, moans resonating from her vocal chords as she increases her own speed to match up with Lucifer’s selfish thrusts.

Had it been the same novitiate who entered the cathedral, she would feel an unbearable amount of shame dribbling out of her conscience, forced to become aware of the sin that’s always been in her virtuous soul. Now, however, the novitiate’s mind is fogged with desire—a severe appetite for lust igniting within—while her lips drag over the stiff rod pumping itself into her suckling mouth.

Albeit muffled at best, Destiny’s moans reverberate within the cathedral hall; glowing, vermilion flames burning away at the heated wax.

“Mmh-!” Lucifer’s pale face hardens as his lower torso flexes abruptly, feeling his impending climax. He can hardly contain himself when the not-so-innocent novitiate before him keeps stroking his dick with her lips wrapping around him, sucking like a greedy leech on his sensitive areas.

He’s close. Very close.

The demon’s wings flutter with vigor behind his back, stretching out only for his hidden muscles to stiffen beneath the dark plumage. They rustle continuously, nearly able to stifle Destiny’s soft and mumbled moans.

His shoulders start to cave in, his pace growing more and more impatient, starving for his imminent release. The thought of cumming in Destiny’s mouth flashes by in Lucifer’s head, further inciting his fantasies and earning him a guttural growl under his breath, hand tightening around Destiny’s head.

Destiny can sense that the horned man’s pace has heavily increased, nearly overwhelming her as her jaw aches terribly with each stroke her mouth achieves. She finds herself struggling to breathe, salty tears uncontrollably sliding down her fair cheeks. In the midst of the merely one-sided passion, Destiny lets out a distressed whine, mouth full of Lucifer’s cock.

“M-Mmph-!”

He hisses sharply, pace not letting up. “Yes… h-hah-… y-yes-… agh-”

Destiny cannot fight back against his forceful movement, eyes merely shutting themselves as her hands struggle to continue pumping his shaft with all the intense filling of her mouth. Her ears catch on the sounds of Lucifer’s desperate pants, hearing the slightest chokes in his voice as he thrusts himself into her slobbery cavern.

Lucifer’s balls clench tightly, the brief indication of his impending orgasm that has him groaning more audibly than last time. His eyes shut themselves tightly, focusing, now, on the feeling of Destiny’s delicious mouth wrapped so nicely around his dick, driving his hips deeply in her direction.

His wings abruptly shudder, the rest of the demonic being’s body flinching harshly. Lucifer’s eyebrows wrinkle suddenly as he feels himself stiffen up and firmly press Destiny’s head closer to his base.

“Hck-!” Lucifer chokes out, keeping most of his firm rod burrowed in the human’s mouth. His sharp teeth tightly grind against each other, releasing his cum in the unsuspecting novitiate’s mouth with a heavy exhale following after.

“M-Mm-?!”

Destiny’s head is harshly pushed forward, forcing more of Lucifer’s cock into her mouth when her jaw already endeavors an abundance of sores and aches she didn’t know she could experience. Her tanzanite eyes widen; loads of a warm, thick substance gushing out from Lucifer’s dick and into her mouth, coating her tongue and overwhelming her taste buds.

It tastes mildly salty, at best, but Destiny doesn’t find the tang unbearable. What really throws her off is the texture: gooey, heavy, and mildly hot. Her cheeks bloat from the fullness, hardly able to contain all of the demon’s load without potentially letting some of it dribble out of the corners of her lips

Lucifer’s cum idles in Destiny’s mouth, not yet swallowed nor spat out, but causing her a hassle to keep it all contained.

Destiny’s lips slightly open themselves wider, feeling the ridges and pulsing veins of Lucifer’s dick as it pulls out. Her breath quivers as she exhales through her nose, not wanting to risk having drops of semen slip out.

“Hm?” Lucifer fixes his black-garnet eyes down to Destiny’s swollen cheeks, secretly admiring the pretty red tint dusted across her paleness. He pants ever so lightly, keeping his convulsion discreet.

Her eyebrows are creased at the bridge of her nose, displaying her great worry for spilling the cum in her mouth without a trace of immediate humiliation—merely revealed to be keeping her hands lifted at the height of her shoulders and slightly waving them out of distress.

He lowers his red, leather gloved hand, carefully cupping her stuffed cheek. Lucifer tests the fullness of Destiny’s mouth by tenderly pressing the flat of his gloved thumb against her soft cheek, earning a startling whine from the white-to-azure-haired woman. He can see the teary glisten in her eyes, noticing a few driblets of his milky-white cum leaking out of her puckered lips.

Lucifer can hardly keep himself together at the sinful sight displayed so openly before him. He lets out a strained gasp, arousal, once again, surging through his powerful body and breathing life into his hanging cock that leaks of extra semen.

“My… and I didn’t even tell you to keep it in,” he comments, nearly mocking her in a way.

He can see a variety of emotions burn in Destiny’s wide eyes, able to decipher practically each individual thought that flies through her gorgeous mind. It’s as if she’s been pulled out of her lustful indulgence, the realization of her actions hitting her far harder than she likes. Lucifer, however, feels the corners of his lips twitch up into a dark grin.

“What a fruitful little lamb you are. Show me,” Lucifer speaks out, tilting her chin higher to face him.

Destiny winces as her chin is pulled up, peering up at Lucifer’s piercing eyes with her reddened cheeks still stuffed of his load. She hears him demand her to open her bloated mouth, nearly inclined to refuse because of the wavering risk that she may accidentally drop some of it on herself. Perhaps that’s what he’s looking forward to.

Uncertainly, Destiny parts her lips, exposing the inside of her mouth for Lucifer to admire. Her ears heat up with embarrassment, gawking up at the dark-haired demon who hums studiously, feeling herself tremble on her knees while the demon keeps his hand gripping her chin firmly.

Lucifer can clearly see his cum filling Destiny’s gaping mouth, tempted to order her to stick her tongue out so that he may witness his load fall and stain her black clothing. He refrains from doing so and, instead, watches a few milky droplets trickle from the borders of her lips, gradually slipping down until they reach his red, gloved hand.

He’s deathly silent as he wipes the cum on Destiny’s chin off with his hand, forcing his thumb into her mouth to feel the thick consistency inside.

“Mm-!” Destiny hums out of alarm, eyes growing large at the gloved finger intruding her cum-stuffed mouth.

“Swallow,” Lucifer orders, not daring to tear his gaze away from her startled expression. In fact, he keeps his attention on her lips, watching them compulsively wrap around his thumb. He swishes his thumb inside Destiny’s glutted mouth, partially able to feel the viscous semen swirling around his digit as well as her probing tongue which pokes at the intruder.

With a bit of a struggle, Destiny does her best to swallow the horned man’s load, trying to keep most of it in her mouth. The thick consistency slides down her throat, but with Lucifer’s thumb invading past her lips and toying with the inside of her mouth, she finds it slightly more difficult to swallow all of his cum that eventually leaks out in small drops. With the faint taste of Lucifer’s semen lasting on Destiny’s tongue, she quietly whimpers and stares up at the four-winged demon.

“Mm… well done, little lamb,” he approves, humming deeply with lust further building in his chest. He eyes the miniscule droplets of his viscid, milky-white cum spilling out of the corners of Destiny’s tender lips, withdrawing his gloved thumb from her mouth to swipe them away.

Destiny’s eyes briefly squint at Lucifer’s rather intimate gesture of wiping her face somewhat cleaner than before, reopening them when he recoils his red, leather gloved hand away.

She hesitates to speak for a moment, lips parting, yet, not a word slips out.

After a few seconds of regaining her nerves, Destiny separates her lips again.

“I-I did what you asked. Will-… Will you let me go now?” she asks the demon, worried eyes staring up at him expectantly.

She—ironically—prays that she’s managed to satisfy the horned man’s needs well enough to have earned her right to leave without any further damage. Destiny is brought to dread, however, when she hears Lucifer chuckle deeply at her words as if they were part of a running gag. Her tanzanite eyes widen as she discovers herself to be gawking up at the malicious sneer on Lucifer’s pale face.

“Oh, no, no, no, little lamb,” he purrs out in a taunting voice, forcibly clasping the novitiate’s petite wrists and effortlessly pulling her up from her aching knees. He hears the feeble squeak of fright slip past Destiny’s soft lips as she falls upon his firm body, calmly placing the both of his gloved palms on her pliant cheeks to direct her utmost attention on him. “You didn’t think we’d leave it at that, did you?” Lucifer smirks down at her wide-eyed expression.

“Wh-What?”

“I did promise I’d take your virginity, didn’t I?”

Destiny whimpers quietly as Lucifer nears her face, forced to stare up into his black-garnet eyes that are brimming with desire. She tries to pull herself back from Lucifer’s, somewhat, firm grip, startled to find out that, while he does release her face, he automatically grasps her wrists.

He begins to walk close to her, which causes the white-to-azure-haired woman to step back, gown waving at her abrupt movement. With each step he takes forward, Destiny takes one backward, unknowingly letting him guide her to the altar where a Holy Bible sits directly in the middle along with a small plate of bread and a little glass of wine—likely to be grape juice that’s gone bad, instead.

“Eep-!” Destiny squeaks out, not predicting Lucifer to grab both of her wrists with one hand while his arm swipes the white book with a golden cross etched in the middle along with the bread and wine off of the altar, listening to all of the Holy objects clatter on the floor and echoing loudly in the cathedral. “Wh-What are you-”

She can hardly get a word in when the four-winged demon turns her around without warning, startling her when he presses his chest against her back and pins her to the altar with his hands pressing over the back of hers.

Lucifer can feel Destiny’s visibly smaller body tremble beneath his, his breath hovering over the shell of her ear. He leans closer to her, chest pressing on her quivering back before he unites her wrists under one, red, gloved hand. With his free hand, he slithers up Destiny’s arm, wrinkling the dark fabric before he follows the curve on her bicep, eventually leading his hand to her chest.

The Avatar of Pride hears both the metallic jingle of her crucifix and her mild whimpers as he glides his palm over one of her clothed breasts. He’s able to feel her taut nipple through the inky-black fabric, teasing her body by gently circling the nub before he pinches it mildly. He grins to himself upon inciting a mewl from the novitiate below him, pleased to know just how easy it is to manipulate her bliss and keep her in his domineering control.

H-He’s touching me-! I-I can’t do anything-!

Destiny tenderly whines under Lucifer’s weight, wrists squirming in his tight clasp which remains unyielding no matter how much she struggles. She can feel his hand roaming over her trembling chest, feeling humiliated that he can easily manipulate her body like it’s child’s play. With a light pinch to her nipple, she mewls and nearly bucks into his touch; with a gentle rub around her bud, she’s whimpering softly and writhing in his hold, uncertain of whether she wants more, or if she wants him to stop.

“What a sensitive little thing you are… and we’ve barely gotten to the fun part,” Lucifer hums, pressing his lips up to the sliver of space behind Destiny’s ear.

“M-Mh-”

Destiny hesitantly lifts her head after previously trying to hide her shame by concealing her face into her extended arms, cheeks a delicious red hue while her eyes appear glossy.

“It’s almost as if you don’t even know what your body wants. I can help you with that,” murmurs Lucifer whose hand slowly slides down Destiny’s waist, savoring the feel of her delicate body even with his glove slipped on.

“Wh-What are you-”

“Shh- a good little lamb would know to speak only when spoken to. Don’t fret, I can take care of your needs… that sinful fire within you,” Lucifer mutters, his lips caressing the nape of Destiny’s neck.

Destiny breathes in sharply when she senses her flowy gown being tugged up, exposing her leg at a noticeable pace. Her vulnerable legs are littered with shivers, the smallest shudder leaving her lips like an obedient prayer. The chilly atmosphere of the cathedral rises higher and higher on the exposed flesh of Destiny’s legs, forcing her to acknowledge, now, that her dress has been pulled up to her hips—clothed crotch exposed between the altar and Lucifer.

The demon is hasty to slip his gloved palm beneath the dress, allowing the extra fabric to drape over his wrist like a curtain, casting the faintest of shadows on the stone floor. With her clothed nethers exposed to the cathedral ambience, Lucifer swears he could smell her arousal from the apse of the interior, suppressing a hungry groan himself by humming deeply into the back of Destiny’s head.

He hovers his gloved hand near Destiny’s cunt, able to feel her warmth even through her panties and his own glove. Craving more of the sensation, Lucifer tenderly cups her leaking mound, an intrigued hum rumbling in his throat.

“It seems our innocent little nun isn’t as innocent as she appears,” the horned man teases, his nimble fingers ever so lightly circling on the covered opening of Destiny’s genitals.

“N-No-!” Destiny whimpers out, squeezing her eyes tightly as her hips jerk away from Lucifer’s taunting fingers. “I-… I’m not-”

“Mm-?”

Lucifer winces for a brief moment, not seemingly expecting the novitiate to, without warning, snap her crotch away. He is, however, further engrossed in Destiny’s resolve, more eager to break her will down and taint her in the most delightful and corrupt ways he knows she’ll love. And when he’s finished having his fun, he’ll build her back up again, giving her that hope of being a virtuous, little nun again, only to break her down once more. The satisfaction of manipulating her faith keeps Lucifer deeply fascinated, enthusiastic to see what else he could do to this naive sister, so that she may come to terms with the sin infested inside of her.

He gently presses his own hips against Destiny’s, returning his palm back to her heated mound which earns him a reluctant whine, enticing him to do more.

“I told you I wouldn’t treat you roughly, little lamb. Do you really doubt my words?” he queries, lips kissing the shell of her reddened ear. “Entrust yourself to me, and I can guarantee you pleasure at its highest ascent. I will be there alongside you, my little lamb.”

These strangely sentimental words ring within Destiny’s mind, enrapturing her steadfast will of faith to ease itself and let go of the coldness that sears her curiosity of the world of sensation. She hears his rather soothing voice speak intimately in her ear, capturing her breath in a nearly delighted clasp.

Her legs quiver at the sensation of Lucifer’s hand returning to her aroused nethers, a whimper breaking through her vocal chords as his fingers softly tease her soaking lips through her underwear. Uncontrollably, the white-to-azure-haired novitiate jerks her hips into Lucifer’s hand, a quiet and needy whine vibrating in her throat.

“P-… Please-…” weakly cries Destiny, who lowers her head with a red hue burning across her cheeks.

Lucifer’s tantalizing motions halt on Destiny’s sensitive mound, keeping his hand as still as stone over her drenched panties.

“Hmm? Go on, little lamb, use your words,” croons out the Avatar of Pride, an ambitious smirk crossing his lips.

Destiny Calyx whines softly beneath Avatar of Pride’s—Lucifer’s—weight, her petite hips twitching in his palm’s direction. She’s slowly unraveling under his touch, coming to terms with her desire to feel lust in its raw, carnal form.

He promised he’d take care of her. He said he’d treat her nicely. He guaranteed her a sensation of pure delight that would relieve her of this frigidness the life of a novitiate has brought her.

She wants to feel what he’s been offering—lustful sin.

“P-Please… touch me…” she mewls out in a delicate and fragile voice, petite body quivering with need.

Lucifer’s smirk widens from the corners of his lips, a dark glint of arousal evident in his black-garnet eyes.

“Good little lamb…” he utters out, gradually lifting the hand he does not use to pin Destiny’s wrists down to his mouth.

The demon opens his lips, sharp teeth biting down on the paltry edge of the red, leather fabric, only for him to pull his hand out from his accessory. He nonchalantly spits out the red, leather glove, hearing the muffled flop against the stone floor before repeating the process to his other hand while seizing Destiny’s small wrists with his now-bare palm.

Destiny feels Lucifer return to his original position, now trailing his bare and warm hand up on the front of her leg, ultimately pulling her swishing garment along with it. She burrows her face between her outstretched arms, eyelids squeezing shut as her legs tremble from the cold once again.

Her breath comes out shaky, biting the inside of her lip at the discernment of Lucifer’s hand slipping in the band of her panties. Destiny knows her legs tremble, uncertain of whether it’s because of the anticipation, or the trifling fear of experiencing discomfort. Her panties slowly begin to slip off from her hips, a tiny mewl vibrating in her small throat as a sheer string of her arousal stretches between the cloth and her clenching cunt. The instant the viscous and shiny thread snaps her thighs instinctively press against each other until the soaked fabric slides down to her ankles.

She feels unbelievably exposed, reluctantly whimpering at the crisp draft that travels within the ominous cathedral, effectively causing her sopping cunt to squeeze around nothing.

“E-Eep-!”

Destiny’s eyes bat open in the darkness of her arms when she feels a warm hand press against her bare vulva, unable to predict the demon’s next moves. She struggles deeply to not squirm in Lucifer’s hold as he slips a heated digit in between her aroused folds, languidly moving around her fluttering hole and teasing the aching clit hidden beneath its hood.

“A-Ah-! Mm-…”

She shuts her eyes again, unknowingly circling her hips into the fingers that stimulate her sensitive folds. Her breath falls short the moment Lucifer expertly tugs her clitoral hood open, middle digit delicately rubbing against the tender pleasure point hidden inside, causing the novitiate to moan desirably.

Lucifer’s eyes are hooded as he dexterously plays with Destiny’s quivering cunt, able to feel the way she trembles beneath him and hear the nearly-muted sounds of her clenching around nothingness, her arousal dripping on the tips of his fingers. He continues his mild torment on the novitiate’s clit, intently listening to the way she whimpers with a crack in her needy voice, worsening his allure for her.

“You mewl so charmingly for me, my little lamb. Perhaps, we’ll need to work together to compensate for the way you nicely sucked my cock earlier,” he coos.

Releasing one of her wrists, Lucifer guides her trembling hand back to her own cunt, making sure to shield the back of her palm with his. Their fingers slightly interlace, both hovering over Destiny’s soaking pussy.

“There you are…” Lucifer gingerly hums, manipulating both his and Destiny’s fingers to circle her fluttering hole.

“M-Mm-…” Destiny faintly moans out, the side of her face pressing against the frigid surface of the altar as she feels her slick arousal drip over her and Lucifer’s fingers.

The horned man pecks the crook of Destiny’s neck while leading his fingers and Destiny’s to her cunt, teasing her circle before he slowly begins to push in Destiny’s middle and ring finger in—his own following after.

“M-Mmh-! Ah-! L-Lu-” Destiny stifles out, eyebrows wrinkling at the bridge of her slim nose, a tear already slipping down her temple pressed firmly against the altar.

He’s slow and steady throughout the entire process, allowing her to grow accustomed to the size of not only his fingers, but hers included as well. Lucifer’s ears are keen to the wet sounds of their united fingers easily sliding in and out, the softest groan of satisfaction rumbling in the gulfs of his throat.

Both the demon and the indecent novitiate can feel the way her hot and squishy walls clench desirably around their coupled fingers, both releasing a soft sound of pleasure at the addicting sensation.

Destiny’s cheeks are hot red, her eyebrows furrowing in tight wrinkles as she gingerly whimpers under the distinct weight of Lucifer. She gasps softly, unable to predict Lucifer curling his fingers over hers as they stroke her insides—running all four fingers along her g-spot so skillfully it brings her to tears almost immediately.

“A-Ah-! Mmm… Lu-Lucifer… e-eh-!”

Her body flinches, an uncontrollable gasp slipping through her lips the moment Lucifer picks up their speed, his adept fingers pressing more firmly on her g-spot—stimulating her like an instrument. She moans desperately, her entirety quivering from the insatiable pleasure and arousal coursing through her pious body.

Lucifer remains, somewhat, quiet, centralizing himself on the sensation of his drenched fingers—united with Destiny’s—sinking deeply into her tightness only to drag them out slowly, allowing her to feel every ridge on their digits. He burrows the lower half of his pale face into Destiny’s shoulder, resting the span of his chest on her trembling back while keeping her snugly pressed against him.

He can feel every flutter, every throb, every tight squeeze around his fingers as well as the shakiness in Destiny’s as they thrust into her cunt in alignment. Each little moan and gentle shudder that slips through Destiny’s soft lips only spurring him on, unknowingly groaning faintly on the pliant flesh of her shoulder.

“So good for me, little one. So, so good for me…” mumbles gently the four-winged demon.

The murmurs of praise and the continuous pecks against her angelic skin bring Destiny weak to her knees, moans growing in volume, which perceptibly echo within the spacious cathedral; not a soul in sight to witness this act of carnal sin being committed upon the Holy altar.

Her legs tremble, hips snapping into Lucifer’s and her own palms, desperate for the friction she didn’t even know she’s been yearning for. Clenching around the stimulant thrusting up inside of her, Destiny whines lightly, thighs pressing together. The longer Lucifer’s and her digits fill her snug cunt, the hotter she begins to feel; a pleasurable cramp building in the depths of her nethers.

Lucifer is keen to the increase of moans and whimpers Destiny openly leaks out of her pretty lips, his thumb pressing over her vulnerable clit to play with her sensitivity. He is satiated by Destiny’s higher-pitched whines, pressing deep into her leaking cunt with resolution. Eagerly, he listens to the saturated sounds of Destiny’s fluttering pussy, reveling in the way she gasps softly and squeezes her walls around their fingers moving in unison.

“M-Mmh-! Haah- I-… I-I’m hot-! N-Ngh-!” Destiny mewls out, squirming deliciously in Lucifer’s hold.

Her breathing grows heavy, mouth gaping wide at the irresistible sensation of their partnered fingers thrusting up into her soppy folds, arousal slipping down the lengths of their digits and smearing all over their palms and her inner thighs.

“You feel it? The calidity churning inside of you?” Lucifer hums, perpetually guiding Destiny’s and his fingers deep into her trembling and pulsing cunt.

“M-Mhm!” Destiny almost frantically nods. “P-Please-!” she whines out, tears slipping over the faint curve of her nose before plopping down on the altar silently.

“Mm,” aptly hums Lucifer, black-garnet eyes glazed by the ravenous desire for this alluring novitiate.

The arm that keeps Destiny’s remaining hand pinned to the altar curls in towards Destiny, wrapping around her torso to draw her closer to his menacing body. His fluid movements do not cease in Destiny’s pussy, running his fingers over her g-spot to which he’s gifted with a louder moan and sob—listening to the way her meek voice reverberates within the interior of the cathedral along with the sounds of their feet shuffling and heavy breathing.

In the split second that Destiny’s cunt tightly squeezes around their fingers and her breath hitching in her throat, Lucifer rubs a harsher loop on her sensitive clit.

“Cum,” he orders her, tone dark and heavy with lust.

Without needing to be told twice, Destiny’s hips give one last twitch to further stimulate herself. She stills beneath him for a split second until she’s discovered to be quivering tremendously, mouth gaping wide open, but not letting out a sound. Her eyes are squeezed tightly shut, thighs pressing against one another—trapping her and Lucifer’s hand on her sopping nethers.

The novitiate’s velvety walls clasp around the four digits thrusted inside, a warm wetness sliding down the curves of their fingers, gradually pooling in their palms.

Destiny presses the side of her face into the altar, sobbing at the overwhelming pleasure she’s overcome with. Finally, her voice breaks out in repeated breaths and broken moans, reverberating against the statuesque walls of the cathedral.

“Ah-! Hahh- aah- ah-!” she breathes out, cunt squeezing her and Lucifer’s digits like a vice.

Tears slip over the brink of her nose, dripping onto the stone altar beneath her head, and gradually begin to pool on the underside of her temple. She pants repeatedly, attempting to catch her breath that was so abruptly stolen from her lungs throughout her orgasm.

The dark-haired demon can feel her trembling beneath his weight, his arm eventually slipping away from her torso and tenderly guiding his hand to her resting head where he brushes her ruffled strands of white-to-azure hair away from her face in a delicate manner. His black garnet gaze remains glued to the side of her exposed face, admiring the shine her tears give off in the dim cathedral hall.

Lucifer unexpectedly leans down, careful as to not shift his hand still pressed against Destiny’s quivering cunt. With his breath delicately ghosting the exposed side of Destiny’s hot face, Lucifer’s eyelids slowly shut as he tenderly presses a kiss to her temple. Keeping his delight in Destiny’s soft and quiet whimpers subtle, Lucifer hums against her hot skin, pulling his lips away for but a moment.

“Mm… you did so well for me, my love.” He presses yet another peck on the side of her forehead. “So well for me…”

Lucifer peppers numerous kisses over Destiny’s soft and dainty skin, others lingering more than a few.

“I’ve got you now, my love… do not worry…” Lucifer gently embraces her from behind using one arm, burrowing his face close to Destiny’s jaw. “You’re safe,” he murmurs in a loving whisper, pressing more delicate kisses on her sensitive flesh.

“M-Mm…” Destiny whimpers softly, eyebrows pinching together in an anxious wrinkle before she slowly begins to relax within Lucifer’s protective hold.

Her rapid heart rate gradually begins to slow, feeling safe when embraced by her lover’s arms. She exhales with a hint of relief and satisfaction, melting by the fond affection she’s being given.

“Are you alright, my love? I was not too rough on you, was I?” She hears him ask.

Destiny does not respond right away, simply trying to recollect her scattered thoughts after experiencing such a powerful climax. She does, however, release a satisfied yet tired sigh, barely able to shake her head to answer Lucifer.

“N-… No…” she quietly mumbles, slowly pulling her lids open—doing her hardest to clearly see through the layer of tears.

Lucifer softly releases his own sigh of relief, quick to press another lingering kiss on her temple.

“I’m relieved to hear,” he gently chuckles.

Lucifer feels Destiny briefly stiffen under him, now growing aware of the united fingers that still remain delved deep in her sensitive cunt. He trails a few more soft kisses from her temple to her ear.

“I’m going to pull our fingers out. Are you ready, my love?” he asks her, refusing to move unless she answers him.

“M-Mmhm…”

The white-haired woman nods to him as best as she can even while keeping her head pressed against the stone altar, eyes fluttering shut by reflex.

She quietly moans and whimpers as her digits, along with his, begin to slip out from her drenching hole, feeling herself instinctively tighten around nothing. Destiny’s body is left in nothing but heavy quivers, dealing with the aftershocks of her orgasm even now.

“Mm… you did wonderfully, my love.” Lucifer murmurs out, pressing another loving kiss onto her flushed cheek; the tang of her tears faint on his tongue. Keeping his lips gently settled on her soft skin, Lucifer softly mumbles out: “I love you…”

Destiny, even in the midst of handling her ruined self, does her best to smile at the earnest words. She cannot do a single thing to ignore her rapid heart beats, but it feels different this time. It feels… warm.

“I-… I love you, too… L-Lucifer,” Destiny replies, finally peeling her eyes open so that she can gaze back up to exchange a soft look with the dark-haired demon.

Lucifer’s brows briefly furrow, mainly out of his own sense of being flustered, but he pushes his humiliation away by standing tall, releasing Destiny’s hand.

“I suppose we should clean up before we head home, hm?”

Destiny softly laughs, feeling her gown fall back to the floor—her legs no longer feeling frigid from the occasional draft in the cathedral. She nods weakly.

“Mm,” hums she in agreement. “Let’s go home…”

𝐅𝐈𝐍. (3/3)

#obey me #obeyme #canon x oc #obeymelucifer #lucifer #obey me x mc #om x oc #lucifer obey me #smut #last part woohoo #enjoy ya filths #its okay im also filth #shameless simp

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zackcollins · 3 months

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So, anyways, there I was (wishing there was) bbq sauce on my titties

#am i funny #probably not #am i a simp #probably yes #anyways #i marked this mature just to be safe #idk if it really is but i didnt wanna risk it ya know #but enjoy my stupid joke either way LMAO #hanzo shimada #hanzo overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch #r.t. plays overwatch 2 #video games #not sports #overwatch screenshots #screenshots #overwatch 2 screenshots #video game screenshots

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jann-the-bean · 2 years

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So…. I blame @help-im-a-gay-fish for my current obsession of the mobster au we came up with…

Oh FNK… you have my heart

I just couldn’t not draw these three precious beans…

Hopefullyyyyyyy in the near future we will be able to share some ideas that we’ve come with ;)

#my art #mobster au #nightmare #killer #Ccino #human!killer #human!nightmare #human!ccino #fem!ccino #gayfiiiiish the designs for them are so amazing #*cries* I don’t know who to simp for!!#also how do y’all draw humans!!???????? omg my highest respects to y’all cuz I cannot #ALSO HOW DO YOU DRAW HAIR??? WHY IS IT SO HARD???#did I purposely refuse to draw nightmare’s and killers lower halves…. perhaps….#anyway hope ya enjoy this!!! was so fun to draw

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washeduphazbin · 2 months

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Adam NSFW Alphabet

Here ya go, ya filthy simps.

First time doing a nsfw alphabet so if it’s … bad I’m sorry. Lmk how to improve tho

--Minors DNI--

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

At the beginning of the relationship, I don't think this man knew what aftercare was; I mean, there's a reason Lilith left him. Let's be honest. It would take a learning curve and a lot of explaining from you about your needs after sex until he'd realize how important it really was.

Once he got the idea down, he'd be religious with it every time after sex, he'd ask, "What the fuck you needed to feel extra sexy."

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

What isn't his favorite body part? Toss up between Boobs, Ass, and Thighs, he loves them all. If you held a gun to his head, he'd say your boobs, big or small, he would NOT CARE. He wants them in his mouth.

Small boobie queens, he'd squeeze them like little stress balls when he's annoyed or anxious.

Big boobie queens, pillows. Need I say more. Calls them bazoingas unironically.

Type of guy to stand next to you talking to Lute and reach out and just squeeze your tits, letting out a HONK. Lute would roll her eyes with a snicker as you flushed, while Adam would look at you with the biggest shit-eating grin.

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

This guy's cum is thick. milky and warm.

Beads at the tip when you turn him on and likes to cum deep inside you, filling you entirely or on your tits or ass.

Will stare hotly as both your cum spills out of you, as you whimper and whine, usually making him ready for round two.

When you suck him off, he enjoys watching it spill from your lips instead of you swallowing.

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

Adam has one main secret (idk if it qualifies as dirty) but enjoys genuine praise for things he feels proud of accomplishing. It's not like you praising him for exterminating sinners; it's just simple, innocent praise when he does something particularly sweet for you.

A big softie, but only in private and only to you.

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

He's a fuckboy. Sorry, not sorry, he just is. HOWEVER, it doesn't mean he is a star at sex. He's decent at first, but there's a reason Lucifer stole two of his wives. His biggest gripe was he didn't want to reciprocate head, but you broke him off that relatively quick when you squeezed your thighs around his skull for the first time, practically double-killing him.

It was fuckin' hot.

You both have a lot to learn, but you learn together, and the sex is still angelic.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He has two:

He enjoys cowboy/girl because he's lazy and likes to watch your tits bounce in front of his face.

He also enjoys doggy style, so he can see your ass bounce as he pounds into you, biting your ass cheeks as he goes and slapping.

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

Goofy. He does not shut his mouth; he always has something to say as he's getting intimate with you. It's safe to say he never stops talking, which means he's very vocal about moans, whines, and grunts. It's safe to say he has no filter regarding you.

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

Pretty basic, but the carpet matches the drapes. However, he could be better- groomed. It's safe to say he's definitely hairy, not just there but all over.

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

Although Adam is definitely more goofy, as discussed earlier, I think sex is intimate and essential to him. While he can be silly, he works his ass and dick off to make sure it's the best sex you've ever had. Oddly enough, when he's alone with you and in a soft mood, he always romantically initiates sex.

Slow and sensual kisses lead to heated make-outs and biting before turning into more.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think Adam is on the more hypersexual side of the spectrum if you see sex as a spectrum like I tend to. So, if you're not around for some reason, he will probably be cranking one out sometimes more than once a day. Honestly, even if you are around and you're not feeling sex at the moment, he'll pout, but ultimately, go watch whatever heavens' equivalent to porn.

(or videos he's recorded of the two of you ;) )

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think Adam would have three main kinks:

Breeding - "All of humanity came from this dick."

Mommy Kink - need I explain more? Dominant women are such a significant turn-on for him; one look when you're in Dommy Mommy mode, and he's on his knees.

Role-Play- If you don't think he'd make you cosplay and act like Sinner who is trying to redeem themselves just for him to role play fucking redemption into you, your opinion is just incorrect. Sorry.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and Everywhere. He doesn't care; if people see good let them know you're both hot as fuck. They're probably green with envy.

His favorite place, though, is on his desk in his office. The thrill of getting caught lights a fire in him that can't be snuffed out without burying himself in your cunt.

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

I feel like we discussed this one a lot, but I can add a few more. When you're mad at something Hell did or another resident of Heaven. Also, when defending him, think of the "He asked for no pickles" meme, but it's you asking for Adam.

Oh, and of course, you are in any type of lingerie, punk rock, or revealing clothing.

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

Piss, Poop, ya know the classics. He'd also never want to seriously hurt you, maybe a light slap here and there, maybe a little choking, but if he ever hurts you in the act, he's flaccid so quick and on you like a mother hen.

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

As stated earlier, his preference is receiving; he loves the way you look between his thighs and his thick cock in your mouth. Drool and pre-cum leaking from your lips.

But he has gotten more open to giving and isn't...great, but you're teaching him how to work his tongue and fingers.

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

He sets a fast and rough pace, hits you deep in your canal, and kisses your cervix, almost like he's trying to hit your womb. He's a feral beast honestly once he starts fucking you and it'd take an act of God to get him to stop.

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

All the time though not super preferred, He likes to tease you as much as he can before letting you cum, but most of the time you have sex, it's out of the house. It's a constant struggle to keep your hands off one another and, more often than not, sneak off for a quick fuck somewhere before rejoining a meeting, hangout or if Adam needs immediate stress relief.

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

So long as it's not on his list of hard no's, I feel like Adam will try anything once if you ask. He's for sure a risk taker and wants you to challenge him with something new, but in the end prefers classic sex.

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

He can last only two rounds, but they usually last. A very long time because he likes to be a little shit.

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

He does not own toys, and if you have them and use them, you will absolutely be jealous of them and attempt to make you trash them. But if you say no, he'll respect it. Just be extremely salty.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he's a brat. It is so unfair that it will test you pretty much through the entire process. He enjoys seeing how much he can overstimulate and edge you before he finally fucks you raw.

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

So fucking loud. God bless your neighbors if you have any. His groans and moans could shake the entire house, and your whines, whimpers, and pleas for 'harder' aren't any better.

He also laughs a lot.

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

I think he loves to mark you up to prove to everyone that you are his and his alone. I think it would start with a shit ton of hickies, then a joke from Lute saying he should just collar you until he actually does. It's classy and elegant, matches his angelic robes, and has spikes.

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

So I absolutely headcanon him with a dad bod (sorry, not sorry); I think he also has significant arm and chest hair and a particularly drool-worthy happy trail. He's squishy and you love it even though he can be a little insecure about it at times, you just tell him you love him no matter his shape or size.

He is your Teddy Bear.

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

HYPERSEXUAL. HIGH. THIS MAN WANTS SOME FUCK.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Passes out quickly afterward and can't go more than two rounds max. Likes to sleep right after but has learned to check on you first before passing out on your tits or chest.

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How would each CoD character react to you touching their cheek for the first time? (In a caressing way)

A/N: Oh my god, this is actually the cutest and I couldn't think of a better way to start off this blog, thank you for this, love! I hope you enjoy! ~ Hannah

ALEX KELLER

Oh, this man is absolutely melting the second your hand cups the side of his face.

The goofiest damn grin on his face, corners of his eyes crinkling, soft laugh rumbling in his chest.

"How ya doing, sweetheart? Hanging in there?" Man is always concerned with you and your well-being.

Absolutely is the type of person to just completely nuzzle into your touch, soft sigh of content leaving his lips.

You aren't getting your hand back any time soon. Try and pull away, and he will absolutely pull the kicked puppy look. You can't bring yourself to pull away anyway.

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

"Oh, is there something you need, mi vida?" This motherfucker and his sweet, smooth voice. Love him.

He will gently draw you in close with a hand on your waist, that signature cheeky grin on his lips. He'll gently take your hand in his and just press sweet kisses to your fingertips.

This will lead to him pulling you aside for a moment, peppering you in sweet kisses and showering you in the most endearing compliments in Spanish.

Expect to be walking away with a spring in your step and a flushed face.

GARY "ROACH" SANDERSON

At first, he will look wildly confused, his brows furrowing slightly and his head cocking to the side.

"What's up, hun? Everything okay?" He signs the term of endearment with so much passion every time, it is absolutely the sweetest and most heartwarming thing. Any term of endearment he uses is always signed with more passion than anything else.

Once you let him know you just wanted to love on him, this cheeky little shit is flirting with you like crazy.

"Oh, just wanted to love on me, huh? Well, there's more ways you could-" He cuts his signing off with his own laughter when you playfully shove his face away, and he follows after you, making obnoxious kissy noises.

He makes it up to you, though, with the most affectionate kisses. He's goofy and that reflects in how he shows you his love.

(Can you tell I love Roach? I love him very much.)

JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH

Johnny will take your other hand, place it on his other cheek, and will gently press your hands against his cheeks to squish his face.

He hums happily, reveling in your touch as his eyes shut and his lips curl into a smile.

"Always know what I need before I even do, mo chridhe." This man is so, so whipped for you. Looks at you with so much love and affection that you might as well melt before him.

Do expect this to end up with you wrapped up in his arms, snuggled close, the Scotsman whispering some of the stupidest jokes known to man to you in an effort to get you to laugh.

JOHN PRICE

I have like a very specific image in mind for this one!

He tends to work himself to the bone, getting lost and caught up in his work, and its very, very hard to get him out of it. It's one of those nights where you find him hunched over his desk, nose buried in his work.

You walk up behind him, gently resting your hand on his cheek and he pauses, tilting his head back to look up at you.

Despite the exhaustion, his expression softens, the tender smile on his face highlighting the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

"It's late, isn't it...? Mmm... Alright, dearest, I'll head to bed."

He gently grasps your wrist and tilts his head to press a fleeting kiss to your palm, and then to the pulse point on your wrist. It takes a bit more convincing before he's off to bed.

(I'm a bit biased, I'm a major John Price simp if you couldn't tell.)

KEEGAN RUSS

Look, I firmly believe our resident masked men are softies, but they're all different in terms of their softness.

This man is a softie with you, but good god, is he suave and flirty.

"Mmm, what's up, kid...? Just looking for an excuse to see my face, hm? All you had to do was ask." It should be illegal how much this man's voice sounds like a silky purr.

Soft kisses to your fingers, knuckles, and the back of your palm. Fleeting kisses that barely meet, brushing against your skin and leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

"Always so sweet for me, kid."

KÖNIG

(Apparently this man is a colonel? And from what I've seen, if he joined at 18, and if we take the average amount of time it takes to get to that rank... This man is likely in his early 40s. Dilf König? Dilf König.)

Masked man number two! Softie, but different from Keegan. This man is the shy sort of soft.

I imagine this would happen after he shows you his face for the first time. He grew up bullied for his appearance, among other things, and its made him rather insecure about his looks.

When you gently cup the side of his face after studying him for a moment, he heaves a shuddering sigh and averts his gaze shyly. But, the second you tell him how handsome he is, his face goes pink and he flushes shyly.

"Ah, meine Sonne und Sterne... You're going to make me melt." He then proceeds to kiss you softly on the forehead and tells you how much he loves you.

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

A pleasant flush works its way onto his cheeks and he gives you that beautiful smile full of sunshine.

"Missed you, lovely. You been taking good care of yourself?" Sweet, heartless man that he is, worrying about you even though he looks exhausted after his most recent mission.

Gently draws you into him and just hugs you tight, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and sighing happily. The second your cologne or perfume washes over him, all tension leaves him completely.

"Missed this. Missed you." Whispered words against your skin. He gently sways in place with you as you two embrace, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head. Fully cherishes the moment.

"How's about some takeout and we finally watch that show you've been talking about? The House of the Dragon, right? Hopefully its better than the last few seasons of Game of Thrones." You have a stellar date in as you binge the entirety of The House of the Dragon and make up for lost cuddling time.

(Gaz does NOT get enough love and it's criminal. Perfect boyfriend/husband material right here. I adore him. Also? Man is absolutely gorgeous? Best man.)

NIKOLAI

(Russian dilf? Yes please! Underrated man right here.)

Late nights in bed, curled up with him are always the sweetest. Soft whispered nothings as you both lay together, skin on skin, fully content in a post sex haze.

He shoots you a lazy grin as you cup his face, his hand gently rubbing up and down the expanse of your back. "What's on your mind, мое солнышко? Laying there looking so stunning..."

Soft, playful kisses are placed along your jaw, a cheeky smirk on his lips when you begin to protest, laughter in your voice.

"One more round wouldn't hurt... We can sleep in tomorrow morning, Золотце." You know damn well you're going to be exhausted in the morning as he takes the time to worship every inch of your skin.

RODOLFO "RUDY" PARRA

(Rudy, my darling, my beloved, my SWEET! This man is also criminally underrated even though he's PERFECT husband material. SHAME!)

He happily returns the favor as you rest your hand against his cheek, his hand cupping your cheek as he rests his forehead against yours.

"Long day, cariño? Mmm, I understand... I'll draw us a bath and we can relax." He takes your hand, pressing sweet kisses to your knuckles before he draws a bath for the both of you.

You both spend most of the evening in the tub, you resting against his back as he holds you close, featherlight kisses pressed to your skin as you both talk about your day.

The both of you take such good care of each other, and there's never less than 100% put into your relationship on both sides.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

Masked softie number 3: Tender and longing edition.

His night terrors don't often wake you; he's usually fairly good at hiding them. The first time he does wake you is during a particularly violent one that has him thrashing and crying out in his sleep.

He wakes not long after you do, sweating and panting, his voice hoarse from how much he had been crying out. Once you're sure he's fully conscious, you gently rest your hand against his cheek and guide him through a grounding routine: 5 things he sees, 4 people he knows, 3 foods he likes, 2 things he hates, and one thing he loves.

As he talks, you become his sole focus as the night terror fades into the back of his mind, the grounding method working wonders.

And when it comes to the one thing he loves, he shuts his eyes and presses further into your touch, a few tears streaking down his cheeks. One hand gently clutches your wrist while the other rests against yours, holding your hand against his cheek. He doesn't need to say it. You know.

You always, always know. And with a kiss to his forehead and your thumb stroking against his cheek, you let him know. I love you too.

[I'M SORRY IF ANY OF THE TRANSLATIONS ARE INCORRECT, I TRIED MY BEST TO GET THE PROPER ONES!]

Mi vida - My life; honey

Mo chridhe - My heart

Meine Sonne und Sterne - My sun and stars

мое солнышко - My sunshine

Золотце - Honey; darling

Cariño - Honey; dear

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onlymingyus · 3 months

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Love Scene (svthub's cupid for you collab)

pairing; choi seungcheol x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

warnings; alcohol, poor knowledge of wine (on my part), pet names, seungcheol is a simp, unprotected sex, manhandling/cheol lifts the reader, mentions of the readers lipstick color (could look different on all skin tones), begging, slight dom!seungcheol, big dick!seungcheol, lingerie kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, cum eating, breeding kink, aftercare

w/c; 5.3k

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a/n; this is part of the svthub cupid for you collab valentine's gift exchange event. my fic is for my valentine @multi-kpop-fanfics. i hope you enjoy this wifey. i had a lot of fun writing cheollie for you. happy valentines day. i love you. thank you to @wongyuseokie and @onlyhuis for proofreading for me!

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Seungcheol smiles against the wine glass pursed on his lips. You looked beautiful as you listened to the woman drone on about the notes and undertones of the wine that she had been pouring for the two of you to try, but Seungcheol had stopped paying attention three bottles ago.

“This one is a Cabernet Sauvignon.”

You hum along with the woman’s words as you bring the glass to your lips, taking a sip of the dark red liquid and letting the dry wine rest on your tongue, trying to taste the notes she was explaining even as you feel Seungcheol’s eyes on your face.

“A personal favorite and one I know a lot of couples tend to want to take home, especially on evenings like this. Notes of cranberries and dark chocolate. What do you think, Seungcheol?”

Hearing his name from the host, your boyfriend smiles, looking away from you to pick up the glass, tipping it back quicker than you had. You watch as he swirls the liquid on his tongue, tilting his head only to purse his lips and look at yours as you let them part ever so slightly in amusement.

“Not my favorite, honestly. Especially if I’m buying a bottle for Valentine’s Day. I want something sweet. Something that will make me feel as good as I do when I look at her.”

He was being ridiculous, and you couldn’t help but look away, feeling your cheeks burning at his attempts to be sweet. The woman laughs, reaching for the glasses in front of you, and Seungcheol pulls them back towards her before she searches her inventory for the perfect choice as you shake your head.

“Seriously, Cheol?”

Smiling, Seungcheol leans to press his lips against your warm cheek, chuckling at the heat under his lips even as you try to pull away, feeling embarrassed by his public display of attention.

“Of course, I’m serious, Y/N. It’s Valentine’s Day. If there was any day for me to be as cheesy as possible, it’s today, and you look beautiful. I can’t help it… I think Cupid shot me in the ass because I’m head over heels for you, baby.”

Scoffing, you push Seungcheol away, listening to his laughter, even as you attempt to hide your laugh, muttering about how stupid he is.

“Stupidly in love with you.”

"Ya, could you shut up Choi Seungcheol?”

Turning back towards you and a now playfully pouty Seungcheol, the woman laughs under her breath as she shows you both a different bottle of wine.

“This is a Chateau Chantal Cherry Port. This is the sort of dessert wine I would recommend serving with chocolate. Perfect for a day like today.”

Seungcheol watches your lips pull up into a smile as the dark liquid is poured into two small port glasses and offered to you. He lets you taste it first, listening to the soft sound of appreciation that escapes your lips before he tilts his glass back and his eyes widen.

“Oh wow…”

You can only nod along as you watch your boyfriend this time. He had spent the day “stupidly in love” with you, but now you were almost drunk with how much you were clearly enamored with the man.

“Rich cherries with a bit of tobacco and wood smoke depth makes this port special."

Neither of you were paying attention to your host at this point, as Seungcheol notices you looking at him, the glass resting on his lips as he finishes what is left in his glass. He needed to get you out of here. What made this special was you, not any underlying notes or fruits or what barrel the wine had been aged in.

“We’ll take a bottle.”

You smile, leaning your head back against the wall next to your front door, as Seungcheol’s lips press against the column of your throat. He had barely kept his hands to himself the entire drive home, but you weren’t complaining. You were on fire for him, and it would seem the feeling was mutual.

Groaning against your skin, Seungcheol’s fingers slide along your arm to your wrist, where your fingers are wrapped around a blue jasmine bouquet he had stopped to pick up on the way home. He tried to be careful, dragging your arm up the wall, knowing you were holding the flowers, but he could feel petals hitting his shirt and hear the soft fluttering as they fell to the ground.

“Cheol…”

His brows furrowing at the level of need in your voice as you say his name, Seungcheol rakes his teeth against your throat before pulling back to look at your pretty face, leaning in to press his plush lips to yours. Your lips were almost the same color as the wine that he had bought for the two of you to share for the night, and it was driving him crazy.

You whimper against his lips, and Seungcheol feels his cock starting to stiffen in his pants, causing him to hiss and lean his forehead against yours in an effort to calm himself down. Your free hand was tugging at his dress shirt under his jacket, pulling it from his pants already, but he had two bags in his hand and a plan for the evening before he wanted to have you on his cock.

“You are so fucking perfect. I love you so much.”

Seungcheol feels your smile against his cheek as he leans to brush his lips against your ear to whisper in your ear. He could feel the chill bumps spreading along your skin. As hard as he was making this for himself, he knew it was just as difficult for you not to beg him to take you to bed.

“My forever valentine.”

Your fingernails almost rip at Seungcheol’s shirt as you feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear, but his words cause your heart to swell. He was cheesy, and you couldn’t help but smile, but he was making you fall in love with him all over again.

“I love you too, Cheol. I–can we just..."

He knew what you were going to ask. Smiling, Seungcheol shakes his head, making you whine as he pulls back from you, only stopping to kiss you gently before taking your free hand and guiding you towards the kitchen.

“Not yet. Patience, darling.”

You did want to have patience, but as you followed Seungcheol into the kitchen, his fingers falling from yours as he laid his bags on the island, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. You knew how important today was to him. Every day with you was important to him, but holidays, no matter how commercial and silly they really were, were important if they could be spent with you and celebrating you.

“Here, sit down, baby. Let me grab a couple of things.”

Seungcheol watches you smile as he turns the swiveling high bar stool towards you. He loved your smile. He loved how easily he could make you happy on days like this. Just little actions would have you smiling and giggling for him, and that had Seuncheol’s chest feeling tight with love.

Turning you back towards the island, Seungcheol leans to kiss your cheek, listening to your soft laughter as he leaves you watching him. He could hear you shifting behind him, but he kept himself to his task: two wine glasses, a plate, and a fork. No matter how much he wanted to take you to bed right away, he needed to practice the patience he expected you to have.

Crossing your arms on the counter, you lay your chin on your hand, tilting your head slightly while watching your boyfriend complete his tasks. He was effortlessly handsome, and you could imagine every day of the rest of your life spent like this. He made it as easy as breathing.

He smiled as he looked at you fondly, seeing you with your head resting on the counter. Seungcheol reaches for the bags, taking out the bottle of wine from the vineyard along with a plain box that he had been insistent on stopping to get on the way home.

“You are so cute. I can’t stand when you look at me like that.” You smile once again, and Seungcheol’s heart beats quicker. “You make it hard for me to tell you no.”

“Then why would you ever tell me no, Cheol?”

Shaking his head, Seungcheol carefully opens the wine, letting out a sigh as he holds one of the delicate wine glasses in his left hand and pours some of the deep red liquid into it.

“I rarely do. I just ask for patience, like right now. I want to do this in the right order. I got you nice things; I want to enjoy them with you and then enjoy you. Is that so terrible?”

Biting at your lips, you feel your cheeks burning at Seungcheol’s words and his meaning. He was right. You knew he had spoiled you in so many ways, over and over again. Today was no different. You watched how he held the wine glass in his fingers, and it reminded you of how he held you on so many occasions, as if you’d break, like you were precious.

“It’s not… I just want you so much. I miss you already.”

Sliding the glass across the bar to you, Seungcheol grins, tilting his head at your wording. You missed him? He was right in front of you, albeit separated by some quartz and wood, but he knew what you meant; he would still make you say it.

“Is that so? Sweetheart, I’m right here. How could you possibly–”

"Cheol, you know what I mean.”

Cutting off his words, you whine out your own, causing Seungcheol to chuckle as he pours his own glass of the port before putting the bottle to the side, picking up his glass, and bringing it to his nose as he swirls the liquid gently in the glass.

“Why don’t you just tell me, Princess?"

It wasn’t a question; rather, it was a request, a command. Licking your lips, your eyes move to your wine glass, your fingers running over the stem as your lips pull up into a small smirk, knowing Seungcheol’s eyes are on you. You know he’s watching as you pout your lips slightly and bat your lashes in a way that drives him crazy.

“I miss your lips on mine; I miss them on my skin. I want you inside of me, baby.”

Tipping his glass back against his lips, Seungcheol takes a breath through his nose as the wine hits his tongue when you finally tell him what he wants to hear. He would give you what you wanted in due time. Shaking his head, Seungcheol smiles against the delicate glass, lowering his eyes to meet yours as you take your first sip of the wine, letting out a small happy sound to the taste.

“And I want to be inside of you, and I will be if you can be patient with me. I have a treat for you. It’s a special day, remember?”

You smile, lifting your shoulders as you nod in response, watching Seungcheol turn the plain white box towards you. You could smell the sweet dessert, but you weren’t entirely sure what it was. It wasn’t until he lifted the lid that your mouth started to water, and you kicked your feet out of happiness.

“My favorite…”

“Mm, only the best for you, darling. The last slice of red velvet cake from your favorite bakery. I called ahead to make sure she put it back for me. Are you happy?”

Lifting the fork, Seungcheol smiles, watching you nod as he cuts off the tip of the cake before turning the bite towards you and letting you lean in to take it from the fork. Watching your eyes close and listening to the sound of your pleasure from enjoying your favorite dessert causes his smile to widen, with his eyes closing very slightly. It was almost better than sharing it with you, just watching you enjoy it on your own.

“It’s perfect. You have to try some. It’s perfect with the port. Let me?”

With your fingers sliding over his, you take the fork from Seungcheol, cutting off the next bite of red velvet cake and offering it to him as he continues to smile at you. It’s only after urging him to take it, the crumb of the cake brushing against his lips, that your boyfriend takes the bite from the fork, his brows furrowing to the sweet taste, and he closes his eyes, savoring it.

Taking another bite, you hum happily as Seungcheol runs his thumb along his lips to push away any remaining crumbs. Watching you eat, Seungcheol brings his wine to his lips with a smile as he uses his free hand to scroll through his phone. The atmosphere was almost perfect. The two of you in the comfort of your house, your favorite cake in front of you, shared the perfect dessert wine, but the sound of music made you look surprised.

“Dance with me?”

Seungcheol’s fingers run along your hand as you drop the fork on the mostly empty plate as Florence & The Machine’s Stand by Me plays quietly from the phone resting on the kitchen counter. You can only nod, letting your boyfriend spin your chair away from the island as he grins at you and your serious expression. Helping you down from the stool, Seungcheol slides his fingers around your waist, pulling you flush against his body as he takes the lead, swaying with you to the rhythm of the music.

“What is that look for? It’s your favorite…”

Of course, it was. Of course, he remembered. Leaning your cheek against his shoulder, you smile, closing your eyes as Seungcheol hums along with the words to the song until you finally speak.

“This is perfect, Cheol. You’ve done too much.”

Humming as he considers your words, Seungcheol leans his head back so he can look down at you, causing you to look up at him as he does. You watch as he shakes his head, finally disagreeing with you. Gentle fingers caress your cheek before Seungcheol allows his hand to rest against the side of your neck, keeping you grounded as if you might float away from him.

“Never enough. I love you, and it’s Valentine’s day… I’m just enjoying your company. I’m enjoying that pretty look on your face when you like something.”

Pouting slightly, you watch as Seungcheol smiles into a laugh, leaning to gently press his lips against your pout.

“No more pouting, sweetheart. Finish this dance with me….hm?”

Your lips pull up against Seungcheol’s lips as his fingers trail along your neck and up against the side of your hair. Your skin was starting to feel warm again at his attention. You were wanting him badly again, feeling his body so close to yours even as the sweet words of the song attempted to keep you in the moment.

Hearing your soft whimper when he pulls back from your lips, Seungcheol bites at his bottom lip as he lets you turn in front of him, his fingers loosely holding yours. With a gentle tug, he pulls you back into his arms as the song ends, and your eyes once again find his desire burning just under the surface.

Seungcheol smiles, his teeth slowly sliding from his bottom lip as he shakes his head, trying to keep himself in check as you look at him like that. You listen to his gentle sigh as you feel his fingers work the zipper of your dress down your back. The weight of the material causes your dress to slide forward on your shoulders when Seungcheol takes a step back from you to press his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up towards him.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are today? How much I love you in this dress?”

Watching you smile, your head tilting, Seungcheol trails his fingers back up your arms to where your dress was precariously resting on your shoulders. With a gentle brush of his fingers, your dress falls to the floor, a discarded pile at your feet as his eyes move over your body.

“But I love this even more. Shit, baby…”

Seungcheol groans, moving his hands to your waist before scratching his nails lightly down to your hips to rest his palms over the burgundy lace that covered your body. You were driving him crazy, his cock now throbbing hard in his pants as Seungcheol’s eyes dilated, looking at you in the bodysuit.

“Do you like it?”

Letting out a breath at your question, Seungcheol shakes his head, trying to come up with the right words, before just taking a step back and lifting his hand to rub his palm over his mouth in awe. Watching you turn in front of him, showing him every angle, your boyfriend can only scoff as you let out a playful laugh, lowering your lashes when you face him once again. That was the last straw.

“Don’t ask silly questions, sweetheart.”

You start to defend yourself when you find yourself lifted off your feet. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you smile against Seungcheol’s lips as he groans to the feeling of your body flush with his as he starts the walk towards the bedroom.

“I remember how to walk, Cheol.”

“I don’t give a fuck." Your back hits the bed, and you feel the breath get knocked out of your lungs as Seungcheol looks down at you from the side of the bed like you were something to eat. “I wanted you here at my pace."

Seungcheol grins as your teeth catch your red lips, pulling at them as you try to hide how much you like his words. He knew how much you liked him manhandling you and how much you were going to like everything that was going to happen to you.

“Mm, I’m here. What are you going to do with me now, sir?"

Fuck, you were trying to kill him. Shaking his head, Seungcheol chuckles as you tease him with not only your words but also your toes running along the inseam of his dress pants. He groans as you bite your lips, working your foot all that much closer towards his leaking cock, still trapped behind layers of clothing.

“Exactly what you asked me for in the kitchen, darling.”

Watching Seungcheol’s hands move along his torso to undo his shirt, you laugh quietly at his words, knowing he would keep his promise. Your eyes follow his every move just as they do when your back arches and your legs cross, allowing you to press your thighs together, giving you some much needed relief from the arousal soaking into the lace barely covering your pussy.

Clothes hit the floor in different corners until Seungcheol finally lets out a breath of relief, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking himself slowly. With his free hand, he pries your legs open, only to then bring down his palm hard on your inner thigh, granting himself a half moan, half whine from your pretty lips to the pleasurable sting.

“Keep your legs open. With how you are acting, I might as well have let you grind on a pillow while I was getting undressed, princess. Are you that fucking needy?”

You can only furrow your brows and nod, your fingers running along the lace covering your breasts and stomach as Seungcheol’s hands press into your thighs and trace your curves along your hips to your ass and back to your thighs once again.

“Dying to be touched that badly? Are you ruining your present for me? I liked this piece of lingerie, but I’m more than willing," You whined, hearing and feeling the sound of lace ripping at your hips as Seungcheol’s fingers dug into the delicate material. “To replace it. I’m not, however, patient enough to fucking figure out how to get you out of it. I’d rather fuck you while you are in it.”

Lifting your hips, your eyes move down to where Seungcheol’s fingers slide under the torn lace. You watch as he smirks, digging his fingers into the burgundy material, watching how easily it gives way to his strength before he moves his fingers to the center of your legs, running two fingers over the wet patch that had grown exponentially with his actions.

“You like that idea, don’t you, my pretty little slut?”

Seungcheol watches you lick your lips before you nod and rock your hips against his fingers. He knew you like the back of his hand.

“Yes…fuck. Please, Cheol? I don’t want to wait anymore. I’ve wanted you all day long.”

You were so greedy, and he loved that about you. He was just as greedy, if not more. Grinning, Seungcheol leans down to run his tongue along the lace as he hooks a finger under it. Soon, your whines turn into full blown moans as Seungcheol runs his knuckle along your folds before circling your leaking entrance slowly with his index finger.

Pushing into your soft, tight walls, Seungcheol groans against the wet lace, furrowing his brows. You were addictive, from your sounds to your taste. He knew you didn’t want to wait, but he didn’t want to hurt you. He could feel you squeezing around his finger like a vice, and that already had his cock twitching against your thigh at the thought of being inside of you.

“Please….just —”

You let out a soft, breathy whine as Seungcheol kisses your thigh, sliding a second finger into you beside his first. You wanted to complain that it wasn’t his cock, but when he rolls his fingers back towards the top of your pussy with perfect precision, the words leave your mind as quickly as they had entered them.

Seungcheol grunts, running his lips against your soft skin, feeling your slick arousal coating his fingers. He wanted to get his tongue on you. He wanted this lace out of his way, but at the same time, he didn’t want it off of you. Seungcheol hadn’t been lying about wanting to fuck you in it, so there was only one thing to be done.

“Cheol!”

A smirk causes Seungcheol’s lips to pull up to one side when you yell his name, feeling your lingerie give way between your legs as he uses his fingers to rip the lace apart. With nothing in his way, Seungcheol slides his fingers back into your warm pussy and runs his tongue between your folds, groaning as he circles the tip around your clit, feeling you buck your hips up against his mouth.

You feel your stomach tightening as your orgasm starts to take over quickly with Seungcheol’s relentless actions, but it isn’t until a third finger is carefully worked in with the others that you fall over the edge. Your head thrown back against the bedding, you lace your fingers into Seungcheol’s hair, moaning his name as you cum around his fingers, feeling him smile against your folds.

“Mm…fuck.”

His words are muffled against your pussy as Seungcheol lets his fingers carefully slip from you, and his tongue replaces them in order to collect as much of your cum as possible. Only when your thighs shake around his head and you whimper his name, begging for him to give you a break, does Seungcheol move his mouth from between your legs, opting to press soft, wet kisses to your thighs.

“You are trying to kill me.”

Lips once again, pulling up at your words, Seungcheol shakes his head, nipping at your thigh, causing you to whine at feeling overstimulated once again, tugging at his hair to make him stop.

“I’m not. I just like watching you tremble like that. You are so fucking pretty. You taste so good. I could eat you out all day long.”

You wanted to reiterate your words after hearing his. It felt like he was trying to kill you as you felt Seungcheol’s hands sliding along your legs and up your sides as he moved between your legs to lay over you. You found yourself pouting only to hear him chuckle and to feel Seungcheol’s lips press against yours to soften the pout before the kiss turned into something much deeper and filled with longing.

Seungcheol’s fingers press into your side next to your breast before he groans against your lips, rolling his hips to meet yours and feeling your wet folds against his aching cock. You were warm and wet, and if anyone felt like they were dying right now, it was him. He wanted to give you time to calm down after your first orgasm, but he was also aching to be inside of you after prepping you.

“Mm, baby, you feel so good. I just…fuck.”

You could hear the strain in his voice as you felt him rutting between your legs. Your thighs were still trembling; all you could manage were soft moans and begs against Seungcheol’s lips for him to get inside of you. At first, you aren’t sure he understands you until you feel the head of his cock press into you, and his hips slowly move to meet yours.

The stretch, even after all of his prep, is intense. Seungcheol is a large man, from his arms to his chest and all the way to his cock, now buried inside of you as he stays still for a moment, waiting for you to adjust. Eyes locked on your face, Seungcheol takes a deep breath, feeling your walls tighten around him, causing his head to spin before you take a breath of your own and whisper his name.

“Pl—please…need it. I want you to. You feel so good, baby. You are so big, Cheol.”

Everything you said was bad for Seungcheol’s ego. You were always making him feel like he was the most important thing in the world and in the bedroom like he was the only man you would ever need again in your life. That was all he needed and wanted. He wanted you ruined for anyone else. He wanted to leave an imprint of himself inside of you so that you would never forget that you were his, and if you needed a reminder, he would be there every single day of your life to give it to you.

Lips brushing against your ear, Seungcheol groans your name like a prayer. His pace quickens as he buries his cock deep inside of you. Pulling your leg up to his hip, he hisses at the feeling of your nails scratching at his biceps before thrusting hard, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Put your leg around me, baby. I want you to cum on my cock.” You nod, letting him help you wrap your leg around his hip so that your foot rests on the top of his ass, the new angle causing you to see stars along with his words. “I fucking love the feeling of your cum on my dick, baby. Give it to me."

Between Seungcheol’s words and the way his cock was dragging along your walls, you didn’t stand a chance of lasting much longer. The coil winding tighter and tighter snaps as Seungcheol’s teeth rake along the side of your neck, and you see white.

With your walls gripping his cock like a vice, Seungcheol groans against your neck, his breath caught in his throat as he feels your cum coat his length with every deep thrust into your heavenly pussy. Holding your thigh tightly, Seungcheol leans back to look down at you as he starts to chase his own high.

"God, I’m so close. Wanna leave you full of me...dripping, so I can fuck it back into you.”

Your cheeks burn at Seungcheol’s dirty mouth, and your eyes close, causing him to chuckle before you hear his pleasured groan, knowing he truly is getting close. You could feel him getting closer. All the signs that you had grown to know over your time with him were the same. The way he would pull you closer, his hand almost bruising your skin, his hot breath on your jaw, and the way he would bury himself as deep as possible inside of you, intent on filling you fully.

Seungcheol’s choked groans fill your ears as he falls over the edge. His warm cum spilled into you, only to be fucked back into you with deep, smooth thrusts. Catching his breath, Seungcheol smiles as he feels cum begin to seep from you and between your thighs, knowing he had done exactly what he had promised.

Leaning back on his hand, Seungcheol groans. He helps you rest your leg back on the bed and off to the side as he continues to slowly push the mixture of his cum and yours back into your tender pussy. He could feel himself softening and how he was overstimulating himself, but it was worth it to hear your soft whimpers and to watch the cum drip from you and around his cock as you ran your fingers between your folds and through the sticky mess, much to his delight.

“Shit…yes. Does that feel good, baby? You gonna give me one more? Use that cum to get off around me one more time tonight."

Meeting your eyes, Seungcheol nods along with you as you roll your hips over his cock and your fingers, letting yourself cum one last time. Your eyes closing, and you let out a soft breath and whispered his name as your boyfriend slipped from you with a soft groan. You feel his plush, perfect lips work from your jaw to your lips before the bed feels suddenly empty for a few moments.

Exhaustion keeps you from searching for Seungcheol as he sits on the edge of the tub, running his fingers under the taps, letting the water come to the perfect temperature. Leaning towards the door every few seconds, he checks to make sure you haven’t moved, only to smile at seeing you breathing softly, your eyes still closed as you rest, waiting for him.

After a few minutes, you feel your lips once again press against yours, bringing you back to reality as Seungcheol’s arm moves under your back and the other under your legs. He simply grins against your cheek, hearing your soft mutters of how you could walk before he sits you on the toilet and runs his fingers over your hair, watching you finally open your eyes to look up at him.

“Hi…”

“Hi yourself. I ran a bath and brought the rest of our wine in here. Does that sound good?”

Nodding, you smile, causing him to do the same. You let him help you back to your feet once you were ready. Holding on to your arms, Seungcheol helps you into the bath before sliding in behind you and letting you rest your back on his chest, his fingers running along the stem of a wine glass, the other hand resting on your stomach.

You can’t help but smile as you bring your wine to your lips, taking a sip of the sweet wine before leaning your head back against his shoulder and feeling his lips press to the side of your head. You were exhausted, but this had been the perfect Valentine’s day. Seungcheol was the perfect Valentine, and he was your forever Valentine.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Seungcheol’s lips against your ear; his words cause your skin to erupt with chill bumps and for you to laugh into your words as you turn to meet his lips speaking against his.

“I love you too, Cheol. Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

#seungcheol smut #seventeen smut #svthub #svthub.collab #scoups smut #svt smut #seungcheol x reader #seventeen x reader #scoups x reader #svt x reader

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here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can · 4 months

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headcanons: dating percy jackson (pt. 1)

a/n: here’s a couple headcanons for you simps luv ya <3 also i’m sorry if this is too corny but that’s just percy being cute and in love

there’s definitely gonna be more of these as new episodes are released

also please consider reblogging if you enjoy this <3

pairing: percy jackson x gn!reader

warnings: none (if you don’t count my writing, aka almost too much fluff and cute lovey dovey stuff that may cause you to be single all your life because there’s very little men like my baby perce)

(pt. 2)

percy jackson whose love language is physical touch. he’s either holding your hand or has an arm around your waist at all times. he has to be touching you in some way. if he’s anxious, he’ll play with your hands and, if you’re wearing any, with your rings and/or bracelets.

percy jackson who takes every chance to cuddle there is, even if it’s just for a few minutes. he’s little spoon and likes to be held but will be big if you want him to be. because he’d do anything for you.

jump into tartarus and get back out just to kiss you one more time?

light work. his fatal flaw is loyalty after all.

percy jackson who has a lot of nightmares, causing him to wake up in the middle of the night. he may refuse to wake you up but he will lay his head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat calming him until he falls asleep again.

percy jackson who loves when you play with his hair. he’d never tell you but he secretly loves it when you make little braids with his hair, his head in your lap as you’re sitting on the beach, watching the sunset. your hair is still damp with saltwater and so is your face. so when you lean down to kiss him he can taste the salt on your lips and absolutely adores it.

percy jackson who will hold you so tight that you can’t get up in the morning. you have nothing to do. you can shower later. why would you need to get up now? you can just stay with him in bed and cuddle, wake up slowly, take your time. there’s no need to hurry. he just won’t let you go, no matter how much you beg him.

“percy,” you whine. “let me go”

“hmm, no,” he simply responds, pouts and gives you the most adorable puppy dog eyes. that look on his face combined with those gorgeous, sea-green eyes. how can you say no to that?

you can’t. it’s impossible.

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zipora666 · 3 months

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silly me stop watching anime for 1 year and a half or less- and didn’t know how much I forgot and love it plus me trying to draw more cartoony and throw away my anime style but I realize it’s what I’m good at no? So thanks @cloudy-dreams for the amazing au of the Japanese cat spirit wally you draw so here have some art-

Thx you for making me enjoy that agian lol so all of ya simps enjoy the art for now

#my art #welcome home #fanart #art #welcome home au #wally darling #wally darling x y/n #fan art #Cat spirit wally

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crispy-armpit · 11 months

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✧ 𝖎'𝖒 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 ✧

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

☆⋆｡🎧𖦹 °✩ 🎸⋆⸜♩

⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: reminisce about your forgotten first meeting with Deimos 3 years ago. meanwhile, you've been invited to watch his concert after the previous events. (pt.2)

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺, violence, implied stalking, reader gets called a bitch, (slight) sadism, kinda tame

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,495

⭒ a/n: dear lord i am simping for my own art... hope u all enjoy reading this! i'll be opening asks & make a short introduction in the next post ^^ ( yan jock makes an appearance here too!)

will you venture down this path?

where is he?

did I walk in the wrong direction?

am I lost?

... nope, this is the right place.

you are standing alone in a dark alleyway, looking around the location you agreed to meet your friend in. checking the virtual clock on your phone, you count the time you have left before you go on stage. 32 minutes.

time was ticking and he was still nowhere in sight. there's no way you could perform the duet alone. anxiously, you try texting your friend again.

You 》 17:28

bro where are u

i'm alr here

are u lost again

LIAM

liam

liaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam

fuck it, i'm leaving him. alleys are never good news. ever since you entered the place, your stomach has been in knots and the back of your head was tingling. it's almost as if... someone's been watching you.

typing on the small screen, you tell him you're going to meet him behind the stage instead. you speed walk towards the end of the tunnel, relieved you were leaving this place. you almost reach the exit until a rough hand pulls on your wrist.

a gruff voice speaks, "hey, you dropped this."

SHIT, I'M GOING TO DIE—

without thinking, you instinctively clench your fists into a ball and punch the unknown 'assailant' on the nose— effectively causing him to bleed. the stranger gasps out various curse words as you turn to scream and run away.

"I'M SORRYYyyyy—"

knuckles still bruised from the impact, you try to hide them as best as you can from the crowd's attention. Liam had managed to arrive on time, seconds before the performance. he claimed to have come across an old friend on the way who was difficult to shake off. but that was all in the past, and he has yet to notice your injured knuckles.

currently, you are performing on the stage in front of a sea of people. with your friend on the acoustic guitar, you both sang a duet that sang of two lovers, a confession of how one felt incomplete without the other.

it was a popular song, so Liam insisted on it. you were glad he did because in the end, the happy crowd's applause rang loud across your ears. a sound you'll always love.

now off the stage, you and Liam decide to explore the festival's offerings. the spring festival at night is beautiful— lanterns clipped across the starry sky and flowers and people littering the area. you approach one of the food stalls that lined the streets, purchasing a sundae of your favourite flavour.

as you are about to pay, you rummage through your pockets and realise... your wallet is gone. did i leave it at home?! Liam seems to pick up on your situation as he pulls out his own wallet, "i'll pay for them." you thank him and promise to pay him back. "it's alright, you don't have to." he smiles.

suddenly, a loud voice approaches the both of you, "Oi, Lili! ya did great up there, man." you turn to see a group of four people heading your way who were all dressed head-to-toe in punk clothing and carrying band equipment. they must be a band. a slim man holding wooden drumsticks pats Liam on the back, and he shortly notices you.

"oh? hello there, mx. the name's Vern." he grins and offers you a handshake, to which you politely return.

"y/n. nice to meet you, Vern. I'm a friend of Liam's."

"a friend of Liam is a friend of mine, y/n!" Vern heartily laughs, "let me introduce you to the gang, y/n— of course, you've met me, the drummer. that lady with red hair is Kyra, the lead guitarist. the young-looking fellow with shit for brains is Astrid, our second guitarist. and finally, our beloved lead singer and bassist, D—"

you don't have time to react before your face is roughly grabbed by a hand larger than your head, cheeks squished. you try to pry your face away from the thick fingers of the unknown man, as you shakily look up at his furrowed eyes. he's seething, and you don't know why.

"it's you. fucking bitch."

you don't know what you've done to this man to warrant such a reaction, you've never even met him before!... right? you think back to earlier in the day when you punched the stranger from the alley. shit, it's him.

though muffled by his palms, you still manage to voice out an apology. for the first time in your life, you feel a sensation rushing through your blood. dread and terror. in the corner of your eyes, you spot Liam being held back by a concerned Vern and Astrid.

you desperately try to pull his hand off your face while repeating apologies, but it's useless. he's too strong. the tall stranger continues to stare at you and you swear he was enjoying this. if not for the sick glint in his eyes or the soft panting from his pierced lips, then maybe for the light blush dusting his cheeks.

after what felt like hours, he finally lets go. you immediately massage your aching jaw and cheeks at his release. the stranger scoffs and hands you a familiar item... it's your wallet! "...found this in the alley. you throw a good punch." you gently take the small pouch off his hands and thank him.

a ghost of a smirk morphs on his face before he grunts and walks past you. the others instantly follow behind him like baby ducks trailing their mother, but not without giving you a sympathetic look. Vern checks up on you before joining his group, "woah, he's never spared anyone before. sorry about him, but i hope you'll still come to watch us?"

Liam, who is no longer held back, runs to your side and inspects your face. "are you alright?? fuck, I should teach him not to mess with you!" he angrily shouts. you're still recovering from shock. but that doesn't stop you from thinking how nice the stranger's smile looked. "do you want to go home? i'll drive you bac—"

with newfound motivation, you're able to speak again, "no, i'm fine. let's go watch the next show!"

you and Liam stand in front of the stage, somehow having managed to get past the current of people. there are way more people than before, and you notice some of them are holding signs. confused, you turn to the person next to you and ask her, "hey, what's with all the people? is a celebrity coming?"

she looks at you astounded, "you seriously don't know? Ares is performing next! they're like, all over social media right now." Ares? you don't think you've heard any singer with that name before. before you can ask who they are, waves of screams fill your ears as 4 pairs of feet walk on stage. you look back at Liam to see him clapping for the band, following his gaze, you accidentally lock eyes with a pair of heterochromatic eyes.

he acknowledges your presence with a lazy lift of his brow and faces the crowd again. this time, the audience shouts in union.

ARES!

ARES!!

ARES!!!

the electrifying sound of a guitar and drums booms through the speakers. the ground vibrates along with the rhythm, as your heartbeat follows along. the song begins, but it's not until you hear the deep bass of the leader's voice do you feel the aching throb of your core.

(R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys)

I'm a puppet on a string

holy shit.

She's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space...

his voice is intoxicating.

In my mind, when she's not right there beside me

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be

your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest.

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can't help myself

All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

yes.

Well, are you mine?

Are you mine?

Are you mine? Oh, ah

i'm yours.

his deep voice that was once laced with anger and malice— now brings your own heart to tears. you could only think about what was going through his mind to sing a beautiful song in such a wrenching manner. and on that day, you swore to one day bring someone to tears with your voice, just like he had with you.

but what you did not know was that you'd already done the exact same thing to Deimos earlier that day. and for that, he'd follow you down every road until there comes a time when your paths meet again.

back in the present, you've been forced invited to watch Deimos' latest concert. like before, you sat at the very front row, right in front of his assigned position. the only difference from then was his lovestruck eyes that would never leave your figure.

in the end, he was yours.

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leaderintitleonly · 2 years

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I’m in total agony but I’m back online. Had to stop to get fuel and be told to stop being a moron and take pain medication. Because... sometimes even the most seasoned of us disabled people forget. Anyway: Go with me on this wild thought, Doc and Grumpy are just Ryan and Shane from Buzzfeed/Watcher and you can’t convince me otherwise. It’s just Grumpy hopping on a bridge yelling it’s his bridge now. And Doc apologizing to the goat man who probably is in fear of Grumpy right now. Do I have other personalities in mind for other muses and their friends/SECRET LOOOOOVERS/etc? Yeah of course I do. But Hey There Demons It’s Me, Ya Boi

#heigh ho mun #if it could just rain this migraine could go away and i could dress in drag and do the hula #well i mean i can't but ya know maybe i could be public about more of these idk #pinocchio and jiminy are ninja sex party and it's just jiminy silently threatening people while pinocchio sings #jiminy obviously is ninja brian he totally has a phd in uhhhhhhhh in being a simp #but no pinocchio just his voice going up two octaves and I HAVE AN IDEA LET'S KICK IT #...listen you have no idea what a fantasy it is to live in with cool patrol in your head and it's all in toon form #it's such self entertainment #my brain just goes WHOOPSIE and there it goes a full fantasy while i go GODDAMMIT WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE PRODUCTIVE #let's see who reads THESE notes #yo i'm slowly making all my muses and their ships and family ships in the sims and i am just enjoying myself #spellcaster blue is gonna be so much fun but do i make her a teacher do you think she'd like that #idk i mean all these choices i could do

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theyluvlyss · 4 months

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𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 !

and it's me getting to write henry being a simp🥴🥰. thank you for requesting, I honestly didn't think I'd get any for henry danger, so just this one has me allll /ᐠo⩊oマ !!! So ya, enjoy :).

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

《 ♡ 》 oneshot

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

being the girlfriend of swellview's resident sidekick could be tough sometimes. always covering for him, constantly worrying about his safety, forever missing him...

but, regardless, he always made sure to remind you that you are the most important thing in his life. even if he has to wake you out of a dead sleep to do it...

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!girlfriend!reader x henry hart - she/her/hers pronouns! - knows henry's super-identity/works with captain man!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

during season four (and up) (vaguely) - it's mildly implied to be winter

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

cursing (I think? I don't remember, but just in case lol) - yelling (in a jokey/lighthearted way tho) - henry being so boyfriend - a poison ivy knock-off gets featured in here cuz I thought it would be funny lmao - lmk if I missed anything /ᐠ~˕~マ.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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As you stocked shelves and marked down certain pricey items for the holiday's swift approach, you couldn't help but huff. Couldn't help but wonder why it was you had agreed to such a position. Hardly anyone even comes into Junk n' Stuff! Why did you have to play pretend employee for a vacant audience when you could be down in the Mancave with Charlotte and Schwoz, observing and maybe even solving crime and mysteries?

At this point, you might as well have taken real a job at a real shop or store.

But, then again... you were getting the bonus perks of higher pay, given as your boss was a literal superhero. And, because of the fact that the whole of Junk n' Stuff was a front, customers were rare. It was like being on break from three to ten, only ever selling to the occasional old person looking for a rare trinket, or a curious kid looking to resell something "vintage." Whatever the case, you were on your phone for most of the time, and were always happy to work alongside your best friend and your superhero boyfriend.

The third perk, you realized, even if you weren't exactly on the field beside him. You supposed it wasn't all bad. It's not like a lot of other girls had the guilty pleasure of saying the same.

"I work at a fake mom and pop shop that barely gets any customers, but it's okay because it's just a cover up for my boss who's actually Captain Man, and his sidekick, Kid Danger, is actually my boyfriend. My best friend Charlotte and I work to keep him safe every other day, and to top it all off, I get paid more than what my parents make in a week."

You shook your head, huffing to yourself in amusement. Not only was it a mouthful to say, but it sounded insane. Not that you'd ever actually say it to anyone but yourself in your head. But, speaking- er, thinking of...

You pulled your phone from your back pocket, taking your focus off of the box of probably stale snacks you were stacking near the front desk and onto Henry's already open contact. You scanned over your thread of texts between each other, your last message from earlier in the day still left on delivered. You didn't take this to heart, already aware of how busy his missions tended to get. And dangerous, too, hence why you had initially sent...

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my man😙❤️

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Be careful out there today, k?

Ily💞✨️

Delivered

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And sure, after checking now, seeing you'd been left on delivered the whole time mildly stung. But you understood and didn't allow that to be the thing that slightly dampened your mood. Instead, you remained worried for your boyfriend, contemplating if you should send another text his way. Or maybe even call him. Just to see...

You fanned the idea away, setting your phone face down on the floor and continuing to do your "job." Anything to take your mind off of the peril Henry could be facing right now, and the last thing he needed was you distracting him. You wouldn't be needy. At least, not right now. But you'd continue to wonder what was happening, where he was, what dangers he was facing...

"Oh...! (Y/N)."

You turned at the sound of your name, smiling as Charlotte stepped out of the elevator.

"It's past ten, I thought you'd be home by now."

"Me too...!" You sighed, a dry chuckle leaving along with. "I guess I was just subconsciously hoping Ray and Henry would be back by now."

Charlotte gave her own chuckle and an understanding nod at your half-joking confession, moving closer until she was squatted beside and assisting you with the rest of your stocking.

"I wouldn't worry too much. They got this. They always do."

"I know, it's just-"

"-Besides, it's only Greenleaf. And you already know..."

You two shot each other a knowing glance, finishing her sentence at the same time together before laughing.

"...She always folds for Ray."

As you set up the last of the snacks, the two of you stood, cardboard box on your hip while Charlotte had scooped up your phone and handed it back to you.

"You're right, you're right." You admitted, tossing your head from side to side with a shrug. "Plus, I'm pretty sure her goals are relatively Mother Nature related. Can't say I blame her."

"Excatly." Charlotte agreed. "She rarely ever does any real harm, so trust me, Henry will text you back before you know it."

And with that, you two shared your final goodbyes for the evening, and your fret had subsided. Like you said, she was right, Greenleaf more of a particular "low level" classified supervillain, which meant an easy battle. If you'd even call it that. You predicted that right about now, Ray was doing his best to appeal to her charm and romance to subdue her, and though gross... it always seemed to work, so you didn't question it.

With that in mind, you finally decided to call in, clocking out for the evening and daydreaming on the walk home of a hearty dinner, a hot shower, and the warmth and cozy of your bed.

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In the comfort of your room with your nighttime routine accomplished, you remained settled in bed with your eyes glued to your phone. Maybe not the healthiest option, but TikTok was very compelling in the late evenings. Especially when you needed a good laugh or a new song/audio to discover and add to your playlist. You scrolled endlessly, allowing the time to tick by without worry or care because tomorrow (in an hour or two) would be a stress free Saturday.

The millionth swipe upwards of your thumb brought you to your next video, a boy and a girl close in age to yourself participating in a trend that had been circling around for a little bit. It was cute, the way they both adorned wide, cheesy smiles, and their pajamas matched with each other. Even while they performed a popular dance, sticking to routine, you could sense the chemistry they had with one another through the screen. All of it ending with the boy scooping her into his arms, littering kisses across her face that she giggled at over the music.

If anyone asked, you'd be a little embarrassed to admit that you had let the video replay several times before giving it a like and then scrolling away. But, you couldn't - no - wouldn't deny the achy feeling it left you with.

Suddenly, you were no longer laughing at everything you saw and/or heard. No longer wishing to be on the app itself any longer because the ache in your chest was growing too much to bear. Too much for you to ignore, thinking about that random couple and their adorable antics.

How much it reminded you of your own boyfriend; how much you really did miss Henry. It wasn't like you didn't see each other often, practically every day. But it didn't stop you from always wishing to be near him, that he was with you. Family, school, and being a superhero did take up quite a bit of his attention, not that you doubted you were the fourth thing on his list. Selfishly, you assumed the second, at least...

But anyhow, in an attempt to rid yourself of the ache and to refrain from pestering him, you migrated from TikTok to your gallery, scrolling around until you reached a large cluster of pictures and videos from days past.

First thing, you were met with a short thread of silly pictures, Henry striking poses and making faces he'd forbid from showing to anyone, and you immediately sent them to Charlotte and Jasper agreed, for the sake of his dignity. Or just some random action shots, the complete blur of his figure due to moving too fast, which you would keep because they were still funny, after all.

But eventually, you came across a video, it automatically playing as you watched in reminiscence of your time at the mall together. You were both fresh from a Bath & Body Works, your phone's point of view shaking and aimed as though it were snooping around in your bag before pulling away and revealing your hand being held by none other than Henry himself.

"What'd ya' get me?" You chirped as though you hadn't just shown the audience already. But, it was clear you wanted to hear it from him at the time, both past/video and present you giggling at the way Henry shot a smirk your way with eyes that read, "Really?"

"What I always get you." He answered simply, looking ahead as you two walked. "The world."

"Harhar." You could be heard giving an equally sarcastic laugh before adding, "Yes, but specifically this time."

"Boba and (signature/scent)."

Again, both past/video and present you shared another laugh, and you were sure of the fact that you were admiring him shamelessly with your eyes full of love at that moment, just as you were now as the video went on.

"How come?" You pressed with glee, Henry's head shifting back towards you as he spoke.

"'Cause I love you. 'Cause you deserve it. 'Cause it feels gooood."

He laughed along with you at the way he elongated his words at the end of his sentence, a quirk he picked up from who-knows-where that always had you playfully rolling your eyes. In real time, though, the video had ended there, and you were swift to find another one, craving more of that feeling... that mock-comfort of Henry being with you when he actually wasn't.

It was the best you could do, for now, so you'd continue, snuggling deeper into your blankets and pillows while his voice kept ringing out from your phone.

"You smell really good." Was his first comment, ironically per the last video, stated while you admired yourself in selfie mode before switching to the back camera.

He was already stalking closer towards your position on his bed, in his room, before flopping down right into your lap and looking up at you like a puppy.

"And I love your eyes."

"My eyes?" You questioned, as though you were surprised, or as if he should be talking about someone else's.

"Mhm." He nodded slowly. "Your beautiful eyes and those lips of yours. You're too perfect, y'might have to get that checked out or something."

Your laugh at his joking statement caused the camera to shake, and it made you realize that in the moment, you had missed the way he continued to behold you. To cherish the rest of your features and run his hand against your lower stomach as his face flushed with red at the sound of your giggles. Laughter he caused, which made him happy, you assumed, given the way he couldn't even fight his own smile.

You wished you hadn't missed it all at the time, but were glad you were seeing it now; all of his love that then went poured into one gesture before the video ended.

He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles with a gentleness you were still currently missing, the video ending, and the silence of your room setting in.

It didn't help the ache like you thought it would, possibly even making it worse. And because of that, you thought it wise to call it a night, giving your messages one more check before making the last minute choice to send another. A final one for the evening, because at least that would bring you peace of mind.

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my man😙❤️

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Be careful out there today, k?

Ily💞✨️

Delivered

Goodnight

I love you sm<3

❤️✨️

Delivered

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"So, uhh... you ever try Olive Garden?"

The woman, hair fiery red and a fitted suit made from the vines and plants she created (which were now being chopped away at by police in light of her villainous attempts), shot the man, Captain Man, a look of confusion and disgust. If her wrists hadn't been bound by handcuffs, she'd send another vine after him just for his obliviousness.

"No. I would never in my life..."

She didn't even have to finish her sentence, the tone implying that she wouldn't be caught dead eating from a place that required slaughtering animals and ripping plants from the ground just to serve "fine" cuisine.

"Is Olive Garden not vegan?"

Greenleaf couldn't even fathom a rebuttal to such stupidity, that fact clearly written all over her face as she was hauled away by more policemen. Ray, of course, didn't exactly catch on but jumped at Henry's shout from behind.

"Dude...!" A pause, striking out a hand to further enforce his demand. "Stop flirting with the supervillain...!"

"I'm-! . . ." Ray couldn't even deny that he was doing such a thing (granted, Greenleaf is an attractive woman), but would take advantage of his older age anyhow, pointing an index finger towards his younger partner sternly.

"Mind your business! Unlike you, Kid Danger, I have had the pleasure of time, which has allotted me the grace of perfecting my wit, savvy, and charm, I'll have you know. So-"

He was interrupted by Henry's gloved palm resting against his face, serving as a method to stop him from strolling any closer while Henry casually scrolled through his phone, his tone all the same.

"Hang on, my girlfriend just texted me."

Ray scoffed, seconds away from letting Henry know that he shouldn't be distracted on the job. That is, until he continued to go on with a flat tone, underlying bits of hilarity under it in attempts to get under Ray's skin.

"Y'know, the thing you don't have? The girl I used my natural born wit, savvy, and charm on to win over?"

"I get it!!"

Henry looked up with a smile at Ray's exclamation, innocently nodding with a swift, "Yeah." before putting his attention back to his screen.

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my wife❤️

Be careful out there today, k?

Ily💞✨️

9:23p.m.

Goodnight

I love you sm<3

❤️✨️

11:37p.m.

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What had been giddiness at first morphed into a feeling of guilt, thoughts of your saddened face sinking deep into his brain the moment he realized he had missed your texts. That you had apparently even gone to bed without hearing so much as a word from him all evening.

And sure, he knew you'd probably excuse it the next day, simply telling him that it "was fine" and that you "understood." And while that might be the case, he couldn't help but give in to the thought that you'd much rather have gotten to hear from him tonight. At the very least.

Besides, it's not like he didn't miss you, too. He missed you a lot, actually. You constantly on the brain every single time he fought and/or solved any crime, because if there was one person he'd guarantee the safety of while being in Swellview, it was you. But, along with your safety, he also wanted to make things up to you. He wanted your happiness. And he knew he was one of the sole people who could provide that, therefore...

"Alright, I gotta' get outta' here."

"What?" Captain Man blinked rapidly, unexpecting of Henry's sudden announcement of departure. "No-! No, we have to clean up this mess. Look at all of these vines!"

"Yep, it's...quite the jungle." Henry admitted lacklusterly, nodding to himself before throwing a thumb over his shoulder and slowly backing away. "But, uh, it's Friday, and..."

"Exactly! Friday night, no school, which leaves you plenty of time to help me out. You're on clean-up duty tonight, bud!"

Henry, again, nodded along with Ray's words. He continued to take his giant steps away from the scene, talking fast and only thinking about you in the process, hence why his logic came out a little more than flawed...

"Right, except no, because last I checked, the saying goes, "Blow bubbles fight crime, feels good." Not, "Blow bubbles, fight crime, clean up a mess that's not mine." And, I gotta be honest, that would not feel very good. It would actually feel baaaad, which is exactly how you-know-who is probably feeling right about now..."

"Don't even say her name, kid."

A pause lingered in the air before Henry disobeyed direct instruction.

"I gotta go see (Y/N)."

And he was gone before the conversation could continue, Ray left on his own to help the police with deforesting the city's town hall. And, as much as it behooved him to do so, he couldn't help but admit to himself that if he was still Henry's age with a girl like you, he'd probably do the same.

He huffed, giving his sidekick the benefit of the doubt for tonight.

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Tossing and turning slowly as you woke, you hadn't yet processed what it was that had actually brought you from your slumber until you were fully sitting up in bed, finally able to recognize the sound as a gentle knock.

This then alarmed you, your head whipping around your surroundings in a flurry in an attempt to pinpoint the sound that had spiked up your heart rate in the dead of night. But, once you had managed to place the noise coming from your window, your fear settled into more of a light curiosity and confusion. It brought you from your bed, your feet now met with the cold air around you as you crept forward towards your window.

Steadily pulling back your curtains, your caution slowly turned into joy and surprise, a smile spreading across your face that matched the one on your boyfriend's own face behind the glass.

"Henry...!" You whisper-shouted, his name muffled as he watched you move to unlock your window. He was grateful that you were quick with this action, no longer having to mildly shiver outside while you pulled him through and onto your bedroom floor, admiring his figure in the dimness of your room.

"It's so late, what're you doing here?"

Your question escaped in the midst of a yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes while his own darted back to where the clock sat on your nightstand.

12:54a.m.

"I know, I'm sorry, (N/N). I didn't mean to wake you." He apologized, using a nickname that brought another smile to your face once the yawn had passed.

"I just...didn't want you to think I was ignoring you, y'know? I would've answered your texts sooner, I was just-"

"-I know." You cut in with a nod. "I understand, it's okay."

He laughed quietly to himself, all too correct about your compassion when it came to him that he sometimes felt he didn't fully deserve. Like now, keeping his hands hidden behind his back with something that'd hopefully make up for it all.

"It's not, though. I wanna be fair to you with my time. Want you to know that I care about you and that I'll be there for you, whether I'm Kid Danger or just Henry Hart."

"Woah, hey, you're not... just Henry Hart." You corrected, coming closer and placing a tired hand on his shoulder. It was only here that you realized he wore nothing but a white t-shirt, the rest of his super-apparel tied around his waist, red cargo pants and combat boots still intact. Pretty on point symbolism for the moment, if anyone asked you...

"You... are Henry Hart. You're my boyfriend with a lot on your plate, and I know that it's just not fair of me to expect all of your time, which is why I don't. But no matter what, I do love you for giving me whatever you can, so it's very much okay."

You didn't have to be able to see his face clearly to know he was probably just as red as he was in your videos from earlier, his bashful smile going hidden when he let his head drop for just a moment.

"I love you, too." A pause before he quickly debunked your reassurance with some of his own. "And it's not okay, which is why I got you these..."

And suddenly, you realized why he had kept his hands hidden behind him like some wise old man, revealing to you a bouquet of flowers of all kinds. An almost randomized assortment that'd be pretty hard to find in any flower shop. At any shop at all, given...

"Oh my gosh, they're so pretty! It's like, midnight, though, where did you get these?" You squealed quietly, doing your best not to wake up any family in the house while you took the flowers into your hands and admired them the best you could under the moon's light.

"Uhh..."

Henry really didn't know how to answer that, scratching the back of his neck in remembrance of his horrid sneak attempt through his neighbor's backyard.

"I stole 'em." Was what came out way too nonchalantly, leaving you to choke on air while your eyes widened.

"What...?! Henry-!"

"I'm kidding, I didn't steal-... Well... I mean, technically, yes, but not in the way that you're thinking."

"I don't know what I'm thinking...!" You burst through confused laughter. "My boyfriend just told me he stole flowers for me. From where?!"

His eyes shifted from you, to the side, and then back again, folding at the sight of your expecting face looking back up at him.

"My neighbor..." His voice strained quietly, and you could all but sigh and shake your head, letting your nose bury itself back into the makeshift bouquet of freshly stolen flowers.

"That old lady is gonna strangle you with her bare, wrinkly hands."

Henry snorted, sparing you his impulsive thought of the fact she'd have to know it was and catch him first, and instead, fake pain at your light slaps to his chest.

"You're supposed to be a superhero, not a midnight theif...!"

"Hey, c'mon..." He cooed, tugging you closer and smiling when you did begrudgingly move forward towards him.

"...You know I'd go rogue for you any time."

"Y'know, I'm starting to miss Kid Danger." You quipped with a smirk. "At least he'd know better than to pluck flowers from someone's garden."

"Mmm. Fair." He nodded before obnoxiously pushing his forehead up against yours. "But does he kiss you the same way I do?"

"Mmm-"

And before you could pretend to debate the matter, he had done just that, forever gentle with you as he placed his lips on yours and stole any thoughts, stability in your legs, and air in your lungs you had left.

Well, maybe not steal. You'd let him have that any time, the same way he'd bring you flowers at midnight to make up for any of his absences.

Just the thought had you breaking the kiss with another giggle, your turn to grow shy at the attention before you were finally able to fully heal the last little remnants of that ache in your chest.

"You should stay."

You threw it out as a casual suggestion even though you were practically screaming inside for him to say yes. And of course, you got your wish, because what wouldn't he do for you?

"I will."

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but seriously, I really hope you enjoyed, this was super fun and cute for me to write. got me wishing he was under my tree for xmas😔✋🏽.

also, I apologize for this taking as long as it did, there's reasons I have that will be later explained in a separate post/announcement, so ya :'D.

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FEAST - Upper Moons, Muzan x Y/N reader

MuzanxKokushiboxDoumaxReader

Synopsis: Muzan calls for a meeting with the 3 Upper Moons and his wife is just s little greedy and Muzan decides to share her.

Warning: SMUT 18+ explicit content, slight dub con, group sex, rough sex, threesomes, choking, slapping, spanking, degradation kink, praise kink, slight blood kink, masochism, voyeurism? Monster kink, size kink, oral sex, mentions of kidnapping, murder,violence. So much going on in this.

A/N: first time writing a big group sex thing so it’s probably a bit cringey at times and it’s not edited so there’s probably lots of errors. I am such a simp for these four and have been trying to put them together the best I could. Anyways, hope you enjoy and don’t say I didn’t warn ya 😏

Word count: 7,102

"Y/N," Master Muzan calls from the dining hall, "please bring some of that wine out here."

You hurriedly, grab the bottle and a glass from the cabinet and rush out to the dining room. You freeze for a moment when you arrive. Noticing the Master isn't alone- there's 2 Upper Moon demons siting at the table, your master at the center while one of them sits at his left and the other at his right.

Moonstruck, you cautiously, approach the table, taking in all the guests in a mixture of awe and fear. These two were the real deal. demons after Muzan himself. They were all sitting in one room and you feel the powerful aura that emanated from each of them.

"I'm so sorry, Master, " you stutter, "I didn't realize we had guests, or I would have gotten more glasses."

"It's alright, little dove," Those crimson eyes meet your nervous ones, searing into your soul as usual, making you feel all sorts of flustered.

Master Muzan was the King of Demons. The one that commanded them all to do his bidding. He held the most power. He was also the Devil incarnate because he was able to create demons and to become more powerful he fed on humans. He had an unrivaled bloodlust and was cold to everyone around him. He was cunning, vicious and evil. To everyone but you.

You had been just a human girl, on the brink of starvation when he took you in. He originally was going to fatten you up to kill you, but he ended up finding comfort in your presence and ended up falling for you instead. Because most humans would have been disgusted and terrified of him. But you were willing to do anything to please him. Most demons like him - emotions capable of emotions like love. But you had made him feel much more powerful than his demon army could.

Naturally, you too had fallen in love with the Devil who had saved you. Call it Stockholm Syndrome if you will- but you willingly stayed after learning what he really was. After seeing the blood he shed and the lives he destroyed. You fell in love with the monster anyways.

"Well isn't she a delight?" One of the upper moons cooes, he was ethereal. Like an demon in angel's clothing. This was the vibe the demon gave. He had friendly and inviting smile on his face, but something in those rainbow irises told you it was probably just a mask of the true intent that hid underneath. The one that was full of malice and all things evil. He made you shiver at how someone demonic could look so heavenly. He had pale porcelain skin, and long locks of silvery blonde hair, that swept in all kinds of different directions.

"This is my wife, Y/N," Your Master, replies. "Little dove, this is Douma, he's Upper Rank 2."

You bow your head in respect, "it's a pleasure to meet you."

"my my and she knows her manners too," he kisses your hand with his lips, his touch cold yet shivers automatically shoot down your spine. Something about this demon intrigued you and you wanted so desperately to know the devil underneath those rainbow eyes.

"Lord Douma, if you could please keep your hands to yourself," Muzan warns.

"But I mean she just looks so exquisite- it's shame she's your wife. I'd claim her for myself in an instant."

"You're disgusting," another Upper Moon mumbles to the left of Douma. "Have some fucking respect."

This demon had a more serious aura about him, he seemed more pissed off that he was here. He had hair the color of magenta and eyes like seemed to glow like the sun. His skin was a cool gray hue that had blue lines marking his skin and the rest of his body. He was well defined, as had an open purple vest that exposed his torso. You so desperately wanted to trace all those lines on his chest to see how deep they ran.

"Oh calm down, Pink Head, I'm just paying the lovely lady with some compliments."

"You never have genuine compliments," The Pink haired Upper Moon hisses. "or genuine intentions."

You can't help but giggle at their little banter. All three pairs of eyes focusing on you when you do. You can't help but feel a little shy being at the focus of all these powerful demons. Handsome ones at that.

"She giggled," The Pink Haired Demon says, sounding surprised. "Has she no fear of being around us?"

Muzan looks at you with adoration, "no, my little dove is quite fearless."

"Amazing," Douma wonders, "and she's so fûcking cute too."

Suddenly the doors to the dining room burst open, and the air shifts. As if it was a sunny day and the thunder decided to roll in. This is power this demon had. He had the most intimidating presence of all. He was very tall and muscular, taller than the rest of the demons here. His hair fell into black luscious waves, the ends dipped in a deep red. But it was his eyes that made you tremble. Six pairs of eyes the color of the moon- his scleras a deep red that matched the tips of his hair. He was beautiful in such an intimidating way. If you weren't currently married to Muzan, you'd be falling in your knees in an instant for this man.

"Look who finally decided to show up." Douma taunts, earning a cold glare from the demon.

Something inside you quivered which each step he took. His purple and black checkered kimono billows behind him.

"Kokushibo, you're late," Muzan adds.

"I was busy," the demon finally replies and oh his voice is enough to make you press your thighs together.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You were married to the most powerful demon of all and yet you were craving these demons just as much.

The newcomer- Kokushibo. Who you knew from the character that was stained on his iris- that he was the Upper Rank One, took a seat the other end of the table.

"Well now that everyone is here, we can finally start this meeting, little dove, do you mind getting some more glasses ? "

"Of course, Master," when you looked in those crimson eyes there was a knowing smirk there and you exit the dining room in a flash.

While you're in the kitchen, you can't help but sneak a hand underneath the folds of your skirt, past your panties and feel your arousal dripping.

The amount of power in that dining room had you soaked to the core, flustered and embarrassed at the lewd images that filled your head, you hastily pull your skirt back down and grab the glasses from the cabinet.

Being a little short, you struggle to reach some of them, you try to climb the cabinet but a hand snakes around your waist, pining you between the counter and his backside. "Careful, little one, you're going to injure yourself." He reaches up to grab the glasses for you and places them in your hands, his pale large veiny hands covering your small ones completely.

"Thank you, Lord Douma," you say, a little breathless at the way he was holding you. You could feel something against your backside.

"No problem, little one, I'd be happy to help you in any way," He whispers seductively in your ear, his voice is soft and melodic but the way he speaks, has your nipples straining against the fabric of the flimsy gown you wore.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the meeting?" You murmur as you feel a hand creep under your skirt.

"I am but I excused myself for the bathroom, sometimes a man has needs to attend to," his hand traces circles along your thigh before reaching the outline of your panties. "I know your Muzan's, but fuck, I can't keep my eyes off you. I want to devour you so badly but my curiosity for you and what you'd feel like around my cock, overshadows that and I want nothing more than to have a little taste of you," he tugs your ear between his teeth causing you you whine softly, his fingers dip into your panties and begin to rub your clit. "Did you know all of us demons have a heightened sense of smell, so I can smell your sweetness from across the room. And I just gotta have it."

"But I'm Muzan's," you protest lamely, arching your back as the circles on your clit quicken.

He laughs into your ear, "that's not what your sopping cunt says right now. Akaza was right. I'm not a man with good intentions. I take what I want, when I want."

With a wicked glint in his, he inserts a finger into your hole, he groans lightly at the way your finger just sinks him in, "so fucking wet for pussy that belongs to someone else."

You shamelessly begin to grind yourself againt him as he begins to fuck you his finger.

"Look at you, grinding on me like a needy slut," Douma cooes, while adding a second finger, scissoring them to stretch out your gummy walls. Soon a third finger is added, and you're a sopping mess as he curls them upward immediately finding the spot that makes you scream. "Careful now, don't want your husband to hear you, or maybe you do."

All you can do is whine as he fucks you brutally with his fingers, you hear some rustling, and then your panties are being ripped down, and something hard is poking at your entrance. As soon as it pierces your walls, you let out a wail. The stretch burns and Douma gives you no chance to adjust to his curved long cock as he brutally pistons into you. Your still wedged between him and the counter so there's no room for you to move. Your completely trapped and helpless against his assault on your body.

"Fuck. So. Damn. Tight," he moans in your ear.

You could feel every scrape and every vein of his throbbing cock hammering into you, he was much longer than Muzan was and seemed to reach places deeper, and perhaps it was the precarious position you were in but all you could feel was him.

"Don't stop," you cry, you knew it was wrong for letting Douma fuck you, but it felt too good that you couldn't resist submitting to his control.

"Don't worry, Dollface," he pulls your ass out so it's angled and you have more room to move. You finally can glance down at where your connected, his balls slapping against your skin, that you knew would leave bruises with how hard they were slapping. His thrusts were relentless, animalistic. The counter's edges dig into your skin with each thrust.

Muzan has his rough tendencies, but this was another level, and you were overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure.

Douma's hands travel to your covered breasts and he cups them in his large hands giving time a squeeze.

"You keep clenching around me and I'm going to cum sooner than we both want. Although maybe I should use you for my own personal cum dump, and just take what I want from you."

You're so incoherent at this point that all the comes out of your mouth is strangled garbles, which turns into a whimper when he wraps a hand around you throat to cut off your airway.

"But unfortunately we can't take as long as we want, because your husband is probably wondering where we are," he just continues to babble in your ear.

The possible reminder of Muzan catching you with Douma, made you even more aroused than it should. You clamp around his cock at the thought, which causes him to fuck you harder. You could feel your stomach coiling he continued to pound into that one spot. He kept playing with your airway, with each thrust of his cock he would squeeze and then let go.

"Fuck, Douma, I'm close," you cry, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"So am I, your pussy is amazing, I want to kidnap you and keep you for my own. Muzan is a lucky motherfucker."

His thrusts become slower more torturous as if to draw out your agonizing orgasm, which was desperate for release. You were about to lose it if you didn't cum soon. The ache was too much. Too overwhelming.

"Please Douma, let me cum," you beg.

He laughs, "You can beg better than that."

you pout, but that instantly changes when his speed picks up again, rocking your body with his, "FUCK DOUMA LET ME CUM PLEASE."

He cackles, his rainbow irises bright with amusement, "if Muzan comes in here because of that we are both dead."

"I don't care," you hiss, pushing yourself back on his cock trying to get more.

"Well go ahead then, cum slut, make a mess on my cock," Douma encourages. "If you're the desperate to. I think you're just too drunk on my cock to not care about anything else."

His mocking tone along with his greedy thrusts, has you coming undone.

"That's it, make a mess for Douma," he grins madly, before thrusting a few more times before exploding inside you. You both watch in satisfaction as his cum fills you up. "Looks so pretty with my cum." He grabs something behind him and shoves it into your pussy, making sure his cum doesn't leak out.

"Shit Douma, what if Muzan sees?"

The haze of sex has lifted and you're reminded of what you had just done. But there's no shame or remorse on Douma's face and you sure don't regret a single thing.

"Well if Muzan finds out we're both dead, but it was worth it. Come let's go back to the meeting I'm sure he's wondering where both of us went."

Douma leaves you and you hastily follow after. Arriving at the dining room.

"Sorry, Master Muzan i must have had an upset stomach, one of the girls I ate today before coming here must have messed me up," his rainbow irises have disappeared into crescent moons as he takes his seat next to Akaza.

How could he act like nothing happened just now? Meanwhile, you could feel his cum still inside you, and your cheeks were probably flushed. You had no idea how you looked right now.

As soon as Muzan's scarlet cat eyes land on you, you see that familiar glint in them, and you know he knows.

He was the Demon King after all, he knew everything.

"Little dove, did you forget the glasses as I asked for you to get for our guests?"

His tone is calm, but there's an underlying of a mocking tone.

Shivers immediately go done your spine as you bow in a frenzy, "I'm so sorry, Master I- I don't know how I could have forgotten. I'll go back and get them."

"What a bad girl," Muzan tsks. "You forgot something so simple? I wonder why that is."

"Muzan- I-"

"Y/N come here."

You freeze he never uses your actual name unless it's for a punishment. Ashamed you walk over to where Muzan is sitting, but it's a little hard to with Douma's cock nearly damaging you just moments ago. Whom had a smug grin on his face.

"Muzan-"

"Shut the fuck up and turn around," you shiver at cold and calm his tone was. But you obey nonetheless.

Muzan pushes you against the table, your front side digging into the edge. He pushes up the hem of your skirt and your cheeks immediately heat. All of the demons in this room could see your naked ass. But before you could look to see what their reactions are like, a hand comes down on your ass hard, you jolt at the sudden harsh sting. You look back at those scorching scarlet orbs that seemed to burn into you. Fingers graze your swollen pussy, that's stuffed with your underwear."

"Looks like you've been having too much fun with one of my demons," Muzan states, flashing a glare at Douma before glaring at you again. He tugs the cloth out for your pussy and you cry feeling the liquid drip out of you.

"Douma you just can't control yourself can you?" Akaza scolds and you hear a sudden slash. You turn to see Douma's head being split in half. Akaza's hand covered in his blood. You grimace at the sudden violence but a slap against your ass steals your attention.

"Of course he couldn't," Muzan chastises, "how could he resist such a slutty pussy? Especially when it belongs to me?"

"Because it's fûcking paradise, that pussy is," Douma's melodic voice is back and you see that he's regenerated looking as bright as ever.

"Did he fuck you good?" Muzan inquiries, ignoring the Upper 2, his focus entirely on you and your flushed cheeks and the way Douma's cum oozes out of your glistening cunt. "Looks like he did if you let him cum in you."

You're at a loss for words.

He suddenly grips your throat yanking your had back, choking you slightly, making you look at only him, "fucking answer me, slut!"

"Y-yes," you sob, "He fucked me really good."

He chuckles darkly, "perhaps I should let them all fuck you. Huh? Would you like that? Because you're such a slut my cock isn't enough to satisfy you? So you must have them all."

"Muzan-" you try to plead but suddenly your mouth is being stuffed with something wet. Your arousal pools when you realize it's your panties that's wet with yours and Douma's cum. The stench of sex fills your nostrils.

"Shut the fuck up and get on the fucking table."

Trembling out of embarrassment and arousal you climb on the table, your legs shaking.

Before you can situate yourself, Muzan is flipping you over on your back, and drags your head over the edge, letting it hang. Your legs are spread wide letting all the upper moons getting a view of your exposed cunt.The panties in your mouth are being yanked out and replaced with something hot, thick and heavy. Before you have a chance to process, it's being rammed down your throat without any warning.

Muzan looks at you with a sadistic grin as he plows his cock into your mouth. You could feel the blood rushing to your head making you light headed in this position. But he didn't care to stop at your precarious situation. For Muzan wasn't a kind man when he had to punish. His punishments were cruel and brutal. But never to you. That's why you were so shocked but aroused at his sudden cruelty. Saliva and his precum coated your tongue and dripped out of your mouth, as his balls slapped against your chin.

"What a pathetic little cock whore you are," Muzan mocks, as his cock continues tearing into your throat constantly hitting the back of it. "Who wants a turn with my whore's pussy first?"

"Don't mind if I do," you hear Douma say from somewhere, but your mind is too fuzzy. If you were human, you would have died from getting throatfucked in this position with how hard Muzan was abusing it. You wouldn't be able to talk after this for awhile or ever again if he continued. Suddenly, you feel hands spreading your legs apart, a cold breath hits your aching cunt and when the first flick of a tongue meets your folds, you buck your hips at feeling causing Muzan's cock to hit the back of your throat harshly. A chuckle sounding like Douma's tickles your dripping hole, causing you to flutter. You lose it when that tongue begins swirling your clit. Despite his cold breath Douma's tongue was hot and consuming against your pussy lips sending you into immediate overdrive with the urgent yet hungry way he eats you out. He holds your hips with his hands to keep you from squirming. Becoming a prisoner to his delicious assault. His fingers splay your wet lips open, making it easier to that sweet spot. His slurping noises have you screaming . You weave your fingers into those silky, soft silver locks and push him in as deep as can go.

"You taste so fucking sweet, Doll," Douma hums against your folds. His feasting on you is relentless. The way he swirls and sucks on your clit has you falling apart within seconds. But he doesn't stop when you've cum on his face already he just keeps going. Your thighs shaking as he guides you through another orgasm.

Meanwhile, Muzan is still violently fucking your throat, you could feel every vein of his hard cock as he repeatedly slams into you. It grows heavier against your throat and you knew he was close by the low-yet strained grunts coming from the Demon King above, but before you get the chance to feel his seed down your throat. He's yanking your head off and hot cum sprays your face instead. When you whine in protest, he interrupts, "coming down your throat would be a reward for you. I'm not sure you deserve the reward yet."

Douma, removes himself from your pussy, he guides you up into a sitting position, his face is soaked in your juices, you your lips at the sight.

"So delicious," he praises, before pulling you forward, he reaches for you face and brings you into a hungry, demanding kiss. His lips cold yet, hot at the same time. Tasting your arousal his tongue as he swirls it with yours. You shamelessly lock your arms around him bringing him closer so that you're in his lap, straddling him. You grind yourself on his clothed erection, causing him to coo in your ear. "Such a messy girl, you're making such a mess on my pants. Does it drive you crazy knowing that the four most powerful demons are watching you make a mess on me? Watching you turn into a dirty, greedy, little whore? Hmm?"

You turn into mush at his soft voice that's filled with such lewd words, you continue grinding on him, feeling his massive length under you.

"Yes, Douma."

He chuckles, leaning back lazily watching you fall apart in his lap, while he was doing nothing to help you.

"Look at your girl becoming a slut for another," Douma smirks at a glowering Muzan. You blink your eyes open and meet those scorching scarlet ones. Making you even more turned on. He was currently sitting in his chair, leaned back while stroking himself. His black curls sticking to his face from sweat. A feline, predatory look in the way he stares at you, while you're getting yourself off in another man's lap has you become more frantic- more bold. More needy.

"Yes because that's all she is. Is a good little whore for us demons to ruin."

You moan, gripping Douma's neck, glancing around the room at the others. Akaza was looking disgusted and aroused at the same time. As if fighting an eternal storm in his brain. But the noticeably large tent in his pants said otherwise. His golden eyes meet yours and you beckon him with your finger.

"Come join us, Akaza," you plead. Kokushibo on the other hand was much harder to read. He gave nothing away in those moon colored orbs as those six eyes stared at you with an intensity so strong but it was cold and indifferent at the same time.

"Yeah Koku and Akaza, am I only one going to indulge in this sweet pussy or are you guys going to join?"

"I have no interest," Koku hisses, but his eyes never shift from yours.

"I don't want to share with you," Akaza bites back. "I fucking hate you, rainbow child. "

"But it's not for me, it's for her."

"Plus it's my orders to get to know what's mine," Muzan adds. "And what you'll never get to experience again after this."

"More the reason for me not to join," Koku growls. "Why would I join if I can't keep her all to myself?"

"Because I want you too, Daddy," you plead.

Something in those six eyes flashes, something dangerous that coils in your gut, you come on Douma's lap making a mess, "good job, little one."

"You have no idea what you're asking of me," Koku warns.

"He's a coward then," Douma taunts, flashing the Upper One a charming smile, as he sheds out of his clothes, your jaw dropping as his body was revealed. Douma had a well toned physique his muscles were exquisite and smooth, broad shoulders and a slim waist. Your eyes traveled this cock that you hasn't been able to see before when he was fucking you with it in the kitchen. It was massively long with a slight curve. A good ten inches. You bet. And it stood red and angry against his taut stomach as crisscrossed his legs and brought you back into his lap, not wasting a moment guiding his long shaft into your awaiting heat. You wrap your legs around him, this position was new something you'd never done with Muzan. Every part of Douma was flushed with you. Your tits slapped against his bare chest you rode him in this position. Every inch of his cock was deep and snug against your slick walls. He lets out a strangled moan when you take your nails down his back. There was no telling where you ended and where he started. And you both loved it. He dug his sharp nails into your hips, trying to pull you in deeper.

"Fuck," you both moan, you throw your head back, in pure utter bliss. Reveling in the way he dug into your hole, how every vein and every crevice seemed to scrape along yours. You were sure he was all the way in your stomach.

"You feel so snug and warm against me Doll," Douma praises, his nails digging in deeper. Drawing a little blood causing you to arch into him. "Those idiots don't know what they're missing out on."

A low growl comes from Koku.

"Your blood is just a pretty as you are," Douma grins manically, he brings one of his hands that's covered in your blood. Before bringing it to his mouth. Those usually bright eyes instantly darken and turn feral, the sight of him tasting your blood has you sobbing in pure pleasure. He shoves one into your mouth causing you to choke around his fingers. You instantly taste the metallic taste on your tongue. "Don't you taste divine, little one? Fuck, I might just steal you away from Muzan. I'm too fucking addicted to everything about you. You are so fucking perfect for me. The perfect little doll who takes whatever I give you. don't you all want a taste?"

His words and his actions send you into a frenzy mess and it's not long before your spasming around him, clamping down on him as your orgasm takes over.

"Fuck Douma," you scream.

"I love it when you scream my name," Douma says ever so softly.

Before you have a chance to breathe, you're being pulled off of Douma's cock, you cry at the sudden emptiness. But strong arms whip you around, and without warning a new cock it's a little shorter than Douma's but it is thick, and it's girth is ravenous as it enters you, your head is being pushed down on Douma's lap. His still hard cock being shoved in your face, he just smirks and lifts your head.

"Took you long enough to join us, Pink Head."

"Shut the fuck up, Rainbow Shit," Akaza seethes as he rams into you from behind. His marked hands grip your hips, as he rocks forward into you. Your whole body is jerking at the sudden abruptness. "It's my fucking turn. So let me fuck the bitch."

"Ohmygodohmygod," you cry, "Akazaaaa, you feel incredible."

His cock split you open perfectly. You eagerly took his length in.

"Damn, who pissed you off pinky?" Douma teases, looking at you with a mischievous grin. His long fingers grip your chin and pries your mouth open, his other hand strokes his cock. He smacks teases your half opened lips with the tip, smearing precum on your face. "Open your mouth, little one."

You open up wide, he dutifully shoves your head down on his cock, you hollow your cheeks and slacken your jaw to help take him in. But he didn't really you a chance to adjust as he forced your head up and down his long shaft. Akaza's harsh thrusts causing for Douma's cock to bump down your throat even deeper. Everything felt so good. You'd never felt so used in your life and you were loving every inch of it.

"Now there's a good slut," Douma taunts, "my own personal cocksleeve. Is there anything you can't do?"

"How are you feeling little dove ?" Muzan suddenly calls out, sounding amused. "You're looking quite stuffed there."

To be honest, with the other two demons currently using you for their pleasure you had forgotten about your husband.

"Her mouth is too stuffed with my cock, Muzan, she's not going to answer you," Douma chants.

"Douma you talk too fucking much!" Akaza snaps, his hips snapping in response and then everything falls silent.

Except for skin on skin, and the lewd moans and slurping sounds that filled the room. The three of you were way to into this situation.

"That's it, bitch," Akaza growls as you begin to spasm around his cock. "Squeeze me just like that."

Meanwhile Kokushibo was as silent as ever. His moon colored eyes watching with unnerving intensity. He didn't know what he wanted. He knew he wanted you. But he hated everyone else in this room and didn't like the idea of having to share you with any of them. His cock was painfully hard under his kimono. His knuckles where white and gripping the edge of his seat. But watching how the mess the other demons turned you in, listening to your sweet moans and listening to how wet you were, it was driving him mad.

"Fuck,"' you managed in between having Douma's cock down your throat. "Don't fucking stop. Please Akaza."

"Don't worry, I won't stop until your leaking full of my cum."

Fuck. You were so overwhelmed. The pleasure was unbearable.

You came in white waves, just as Douma's load shot in your mouth.

"Good girl," Douma grins when you swallow all of it.

Not long after Akaza releases in your sensitive cunt with a low grunt, milking it all the way through til the last drop til he pulls out.

You fall into a heap on the table, completely covered in cum. Your whole body ached.

"If you truly want me to fuck you, Princess," Kokushibo suddenly speaks up, "you better crawl to me. And I'm not sharing you with anyone. You're all mine to fuck alone. Understood?"

Douma chuckles, "I don't think she can move, Koku."

"I understand, Daddy."

He chuckles deep and low, sending shivers down your spine.

"Now come to me," he orders.

Slowly, you sit up and get on your hands and knees. Your whole body aches, your drenched in come. But you want nothing more than to be fucked by the Upper 1. Ever since he walked through those doors. There was something about him that made you want to kneel before him and do whatever he asked of you. So you crawl. You feel the others watching you in silence. Even Douma is silent. Kokushibo's eyes never leave yours as you finally reach his end.

He stands up, and fuck, is he tall. He towers over everyone here, he grips your chin with his hands, making you look at only him. Those six eyes burn into every inch of you, "you better pray that you can handle everything I give you. Because I won't hold back. None of these idiots can compare to how I'll make you feel. Not even Muzan. I'll sweep you off your feet," he whispers so no one else but you can hear him. He glances up in the direction of Muzan, as he removes his clothes.

And holy shit is he built by the gods. Now not built by the gods. He is a god. Made of pure muscle. Pure power and pure dominance radiated from this demon. As if he was carved from stone. Not a single inch of him was flawed. You wanted to lick those abs. The flame pattern that he had on his face went down to his chest. Making him look even more exquisite. Your eyes shamelessly rake down to his rock hard cock. Or could you even call it that. It was bigger than anyone else's here. And it was thick. Long, thick and you knew it was going to break you.

"Fucking hell, Kokushibo, I might even be gay for you," Douma replies.

"Okay everyone out. Except for Y/N and Muzan. The other two I want you gone."

"But-"

"So selfish, don't you know sharing is caring-"

Douma is cut off by Akaza dragging him by the hair.

"From here on out, you're mine. With the permission of Muzan-"

"Oh you really think I'm just going to hand her over to you?" Muzan laughs darkly. "She's mine, she was mine before she was yours."

"Why don't you both just fuck me and stop this overbearing egotistical shit?" I ask. "If you both want me, then you have me."

" I don't share," Kokushibo seethes. "I would literally start a war to make you mine."

"But so would I," Muzan replies.

You roll your eyes.

"Well let's just see who fucks you better," Koku challenges.

"Sure," Muzan replies coldly. "Go ahead and give it your best."

"Lay down and spread those legs for me, Princess," Koku demands.

You immediately obey him, and watch him as he stalks towards you. He bends down and closes the distance between your lips. A wildfire burns through you at the intensity of his lips. The way he seemed to command and consume your lips. You barely could breath. You let out a moan when he nipped your bottom lip. His hands start to roam your body, and yours could barely grip onto his back. You were so small in comparison to him. But you were determined to feel every ridge. He begins to fondle your breasts, playing and kneading them like dough. You were nothing but putty in his hands. You reach for his cock, but he slaps your hand away.

"Fuck, Koku," you say breathlessly. "I need you now. Please."

"Patience," he hisses, his lips leave yours and starts leaving trailing down your neck. You arch into him when he begins sucking marks into your skin. He continues you mark and map you with his mouth, until he stops just right where you want him. Over your throbbing pussy. Which was still sensitive from the other demons, so you knew he was going to truly ruin you. He runs a finger along your slick seams and you hitch in a breath. "I love how you're still begging to be used after Douma and Akaza had their way with you. I guess you're not fucked properly enough if you can still crawl to me. Don't worry, Princess I'll fix that little problem for you."

He slowly inserts a long finger, groaning at the way you immediately suck him in. "Even though you've already been fucked by the others, you still need to be prepared to take me. Because I am much bigger than they are."

"Fuck," you whimper.

After prodding you with one finger he adds another and then a third. Scissoring open your gummy walls. He wastes no time curling them upwards and finding your spot. Jabbing them slowly, teasing you. You arch your back, but something stops you and pins you still. Muzan has joined in. But he's in his true demon form. With his white curly hair, and tentacles sprouting from his back. His tentacles are straining your arms, leaving you utterly immobile.

"You're so greedy fucking all my demons today. What, you want them all? Is that it? Am I not enough for you?"

"Y-you are enough i - I just-" you scramble for words, but you're slapped in the face, Kokushibo's mouth finally descends on your clit. " Lies!" Muzan growls at the same time you scream out " aww fuck!"

Kokushibo's tongue delves into every crevice, sucking while he still fucks you on his fingers. You eagerly grind on him, for more friction. Needing and wanting more.

"Koku, don't stop!" You cry.

Muzan leans over you and shoves his cock down your throat again. At the same time you feel yourself being stretched. No- ripped. You scratch the table since your arms are still pinned by Muzan's tentacles. Kokushibo wastes no time hammering his monster cock into you, greedily taking you however he wants. Muzan's cock plunges into your mouth with the same carnal desire.

"Such a good little toy," Muzan says. "Isn't she Kokushibo?"

But he ignores and focuses his attention on where your bodies meet. He could see the outlines of his cock in your stomach. The table was creaking underneath all the weight. Both demons destroyed and ravaged your body in the most inhuman way, none of them caring about how tired battered was becoming. It was a lewd sight. Truly insane. One of Muzan's tentacles curls around your body and down your clit. Sucking on it as Kokushibo's thrusts become harder, deeper.

You mumble incoherent moans around Muzan's cock. Your vision was becoming blurry, your body numb from all the attention it was receiving.

Another tentacle plays at your other entrance, the wet muscle teasing the rim of your opening.

"See you can own her pussy," Muzan states confidently, "but I own her entire body. Including her soul."

With that the tentacle pushes into your hole. Muzan pulls out of your mouth to let you scream. Choking you with his hands. You come instantly. Your body is being overwhelmed the pleasure was starting to hurt because you've come countless of times tonight, you didn't even know how many. But your body was reaching its limit. But you didn't want them to stop. All your holes are being filled and there wasn't an inch of you that belonged to you anymore. You were theirs. Their plaything.

"Shut the fuck up, Muzan!" Kokushibo warns.

Muzan just laughs, and sobers up when he notices how dizzy you're looking, "you okay, little dove? Do you need us to stop?"

Kokushibo slows a bit, caressing your face, "we'll stop princess, if you need us too."

You shake your head, "no... I'm fine."

Kokushibo picks you up, taking you into his arms, kissing you softly, his length still pounding upwards into you while you cling to him like a koala.

"Please don't stop, koku. I want you to come in me," you whine. Muzan is suddenly at your back. Your sandwiched in between the two most powerful demons, and you couldn't be more at peace.

"Lift her for me," Muzan commands softly. Kokushibo doesn't fight this time, he grips your ass with his massive hands a lifts you up, Muzan's tip nudges your other entrance before easing his way in. You whine at the sudden stretch of both men inside you. Both with big cocks and big egos. They take turns hammering into you. You grab Koku by the neck and pull him in for a sloppy, kiss. Moaning into his mouth. He kisses you back with as much fervor.

“fuck don’t stop you guys,” you plead, before pulling away from Koku. Muzan grabs you by the chin and claims your mouth with his you grip his white silky locks, tugging on them as he devours your mouth possessively.

You could feel your orgasm approaching and by the way both cocks were growing inside you, and hips were starting to stutter, you could tell both demons were close.

“Koku- Muzan - I’m close.”

“Makes a mess, Princess,” Kokushibo encourages gruffly, “make a mess on Daddy’s cock.”

“Little dove, cum for Master,” Muzan growls.

“I want us to come together, fill me up, please.”

“Alright,” Muzan says.

A few more thrusts and clenching around them, you throw your head back onto Muzan’s chest as both men fill both your holes up with cum at the same time.

“Awww fuck,” you all say unison when you’re being pulled off and cum gushes out.

“That is the most satisfying thing I’ve ever seen,” Muzan says.

But you’re eyes are drifting shut.

“I’ll have make you a mandatory part of our meetings from now on,” Muzan says, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“I hope you understand I’m not letting her go now,” Kokushibo warns. “She’s mine now too.”

Muzan rolls his eyes, lifting you into his arms.

“Well then how about she’s all of ours,” Douma appears with Akaza in tow.

“I don’t share,” Kokushibo snaps, “I will kill you all to have her to myself.”

“And I definitely don’t want to share her with you, Rainbow Shit.”

Douma pouts, “I thought we all just had a bonding moment. We’re friends now you and I.”

In a blink of an eye, Akaza swipes Douma’s head in half.

“You and I will never be friends.”

“How rude,” Douma sighs as he’s once again regenerated. “ I am seriously offended,” he puts a hand over his chest.

“You’re all lucky I let you indulge in MY WIFE,” Muzan reminds them harshly. “Next time I might not be so kind.”

“Guys can you all stop fighting over me?“ you murmur sleepily on Muzan’s lap. Still naked. Kokushibo grabs his kimono and places it over you to cover you up. “What if I want all of you?”

All eyes snap to you, all demons growl. Even Douma is annoyed.

“Sweetheart we are demons, we don’t share with others. We take what we want from others even if that means killing,” Douma explains. “ and us four demons specifically each other’s guts.”

“Fine, then I want none of you then,” you hiss.

“No!” Kokushibo snaps, “ you want all of us? Then fine. We’ll agree to your wishes if it makes you happy. “

“That’s if we don’t kill each other first,” Akaza pipes in.

“No promises,” Douma smirks.

"All right, little dove, you win-“ suddenly Muzan’s head is beheaded falling to the floor with a thud. Kokushibo is standing behind, before stealing you from the demon king, then before anyone can react.

Kokushibo vanishes with you in his arms.

“I believe this will definitely start a war Koku,” you protest.

“I don’t care, we both know the minute I walked through those doors, that you were mine.”

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, but you didn’t mind. He was right he stole you away from Muzan the minute he walked through those doors.

“So where are you taking me, Koku?” Pulling caressing his face softly.

He looks down at you with a warm smile, “I’m taking you home, with me. Where you belong.”

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