#my oc: zekhan

[another-lost-mc]

Romancing the Angels

Featuring: Simeon, Raphael, Michael (Canon Cast); Azra/Azazel, Metatron, Seraphiel, Gabriel, Uriel + bonus Zekhan and Tenebris (OC Cast)

Is your MC an aspiring angel-fucker or perhaps an angel themselves? Let's explore their potential partners.

A/N: This is mostly for my own notes so I can keep track of which characters are most likely to date/sleep with each other (with or without MC's involvement). I've written some of these pairings/polyships in the past or they're featured in WIP projects. Some of the potentials might seem strange but based on my personal headcanons/worldbuilding, they make sense. 👀

CANON ANGELS

Simeon

MC (Angel, Demon or Exchange Student/Canon)

Simeon x MC polyship potentials (canon cast): Lucifer, Barbatos, Solomon, Raphael, Michael

Simeon x MC polyship potentials (OCs): Karasu, Metatron

Raphael

MC (Angel, Demon or Exchange Student/Canon)

Raphael x MC polyship potentials (canon): Lucifer, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Simeon, Solomon, Mephistopheles, Thirteen, Michael

Michael

MC (Angel, Demon or Exchange Student/Canon)

Michael x MC polyship potentials (canon cast): Lucifer, Asmodeus, Diavolo, Simeon, Solomon, Raphael, Mephistopheles

Michael x MC polyship potentials (OCs): Metatron, Azra/Azazel

OC ANGELS

Azra (formerly known as Azazel)

Established or possible past relationships: Zekhan, Metatron

MC (Angel, Demon or Exchange Student/Canon)

Azra x MC polyship potentials (canon cast): Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus, Solomon, Simeon, Mephistopheles, Michael

Azra x MC polyship potentials (OCs): Zekhan, Tenebris, Metatron

Metatron

Established or possible past relationships: Azra/Azazel, Seraphiel, Michael, Solomon

MC (Angel, Demon or Exchange Student/Canon)

Meta x MC polyship potentials (canon cast): Leviathan, Satan, Solomon, Mephistopheles, Michael

Meta x MC polyship potentials (OCs): Karasu, Azra, Zekhan***, Tenebris, Seraphiel

Seraphiel

Established or possible past relationships: Metatron

MC (Angel, Demon or Exchange Student/Canon)

Seraphiel x MC polyship potentials (canon cast): Leviathan, Satan, Beelzebub, Solomon, Michael

Seraphiel x MC polyship potentials (OCs): Karasu, Tenebris, Metatron

Gabriel & Uriel

MC (Angel or Exchange Student/Canon)

Polyship potentials: ???

Note: Gabriel and Uriel are an established pair and a package deal. They're basically the Zekhan of the Celestial Realm OCs and are the most difficult ones to romance. Good luck, MC.

Honourable Mentions:

Zekhan

Because of his feelings towards angels and the Celestial Realm in general, relationships with (current/non-fallen) angels aren't very likely outside of some weird solo one-night-stand encounter. He's reluctant to share MC so getting him to share them with anyone let alone an angel is a hard sell.

If Azra and MC are established, Zee could be a special guest for their activities including those with other demons/humans present.

***Note: Metatron is a possible exception due to his history and connection to Azra.

Tenebris

He's more likely to be interested in other demons or humans instead angels. Metatron is his most likely angel match-up in a relationship/polyship because of their shared interests. It's possible that Metatron's established connection to Solomon may be a problem...or it may lead to a jealousy-fueled encounter, who knows.

#jes.oc asks #jes.world building #my oc: karasu #my oc: azra #my oc: zekhan #my oc: tenebris #my oc: metatron #my oc: gabriel #my oc: uriel #obey me oc #obey me oc x reader

[sparkys-obsessions]

I just finished reading Shadows Rising, and I needed to draw Zekhan, because he’s just such a good boy. I was also in the mood to create an OC, so I gave him a girlfriend. She’s cute, and I’ve been calling her Irmah. Part of me is tempted to try adding a background, but I’m not sure about it yet.

#world of warcraft #warcraft oc #fan art #my art #zekhan #zappy boi #shadows rising #traditional art #pencil micron pens prismacolor markers prismacolor pencils gel pen

[revel-priest]

THE BEWITCHED,

Zekhan x Roswitha They were both young, different sides of the same war, and yet they both wanted the same thing: an end to what divides them. But can they work together to defeat one enemy before tackling a revolution?

A retelling of the Zandalar questline which focuses on Zekhan and his human companion who find themselves falling in love in spite of their many challenges.

MAIN STORY - THE SMUT

I‘m officially writing for Zekhan so here it goes. All feedback is welcomed on here or Archive!

#world of warcraft #wow #wow oc #zekhan #zappy boi #human oc #oc: roswitha #Troll x human #canon x oc #alliance #horde #im here for all the sappy and fluffy stuff #My writing #writing #romance #i hope y’all enjoy omg

[chipou-art]

Hé des fois j’ai l’intelligence de scanner mes carnets au lieu de les prendre en photo !! Bravo Chipou incroyable 👏🏻👏🏻

Tout ceci a été dessiné pendant un cours d’histoire du jeu vidéo pas très passionnant j’avoue tout

#my art #art #artists on tumblr #my ocs #mes persos #zorrov #lilas #zaïska #saphir #camille #wow #world of warcraft #zapiboy #zekhan #horde #character design #animation #poses

[artoriyasart]

As I near the end of part two of Lusci's story I'm thinking of the next period of time, she's currently 15, experiencing her first crush, and will be dealing with injuries.

The next part of her life will enter her late teens, so I'm thinking of relationships for her. So far it's:

Anduin

Taelia

Tess

So she will probably be bi then, I could also let her be poly as well...but I'm not sure as I don't know very much about poly relationships.

She's also dealing with two moms that will start feeling romantic feelings after getting through their problems.

Her father figures are Nathanos and Varian and Lor'themar.

Big brother figures are Arator, Halduron, and Zekhan (eventually).

Big sister figures are the dark rangers, Valeera, Valtrois, Shandris.

Wine aunt: Thalyssra, Liadrin

Her aunt's Alleria and Vereesa are up in the air at the moment, Vereesa has alot to make up for. Alleria doesn't know her yet.

She doesn't trust Turalyon and didn't know Rhonin.

She doesn't like Genn.

She's indifferent about Tyrande and I'm not sure if that will change. I will find out during the third part of Lusci's story.

Depends on what I do with bfa I'm thinking of doing something different for that. I'm thinking of making the alliance the aggressors?

Not sure I'll go into shadowlands.

That's all the future stuff on my mind for Luscinia.

The other teen and child ocs I'm also thinking about but not as much as lusci, they will be in a different post.

Any ideas you may have, feel free to give me.

#Luscinia Windrunner #oc #fanfics #sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #various other characters #relationships #more future stuff #lusci is growing up #sylvaina

[nightshade1994]

Toza the troll one of my ocs that is zekhan friends. Toza is grumpy, moody character and may seem off as cold sometimes. Toza hates humans as he saw his parents killed by them when he was very young. The Last drawing was made by my friend @queenofdeath666 <3 please check her art out <3 

#oc #warcraftoc #Toza the troll oc

[lightandwinged]

ALSR, Chapter Two: Rogues = Master Class

Nazmir: Apari’s Perspective

I had to google Apari to make sure she wasn’t an NPC I missed during my rushed questing through the Horde storyline in BofA deez Factions, and she’s not. Apparently, Roux created her just for this novel, which is exciting! I like seeing OCs in novels. I bet Roux plays her on some RP realm somewhere, and none of us know it.

Apari is watching a troll named Seshi slowly die, and she’s into it enough to ignore the pain in her leg from an old wound. Seshi dies, Apari has a little pet dreadtick named Daz (which I find relatable, please let her be in the next expansion, I already love her), and it turns out that Apari is a talented poisoner whose current concoction makes people basically pop like unto ticks squeezed hard. 

She’s joined shortly thereafter by her most trusted general, Tayo (“a huge slice of bone pierced her septum, her elongated tusks capped with sharpened gold points. Mud and black paint made her long ponytail look like a tar spill”). These two were on Yazma’s side of things during that particular coup adventure, and they aren’t terribly fond of Talanji (in fact, they’re hype about giving her this exact poison to kill her! These gals have fun). 

Apari knows her plants because when her leg was hurt, she basically tried everything ever to fix it and nothing worked, so she just accepted it and all the other betrayals in her life, which is a far healthier outlook than most WoW characters have, tbh. The poison she’s made here is concocted of “retchweed and riverbud root,” for all you herbalism students out there.

At their core, our new friends here really hate that Talanji’s so into joining the Horde (but she’s also kind of their bitch eating crackers…)

...so they’re hoping to poison her in front of said Horde at some point in the near future. In the meantime, though, a pale rider and an unliving elf have arrived! Apari watches her victim explode and have black bile come spewing from his mouth. I love her so much. 

She sends her tick off hunting (bye Daz, I love you!) and goes to meet the pale rider (“dark of hair and red of eye”). Said pale rider (good ol’ Nathanos, if anyone didn’t read between the lines) wants to chat somewhere that she’s not been practicing poisoning techniques, and Apari’s like “oh no, my good bitch, we meet here so you know what I’m going to do to you if you fuck with me.” Nathanos’ elf companion (“her pink skin, veined and mottled, was sickly as a skyterror’s webbing [...] the murderous glint in her eye transcended culture and custom”) is impatient, and Apari’s like “listen, we’re all poisoners here, and I’m not resting until Talanji is toast.” 

And we SWITCH PERSPECTIVES!

To ZEKHAN!

Zekhan is living his best life after Saurfang’s melodramatic death and serving as Thrall’s page. He’s all about being useful, bless him, and after Thrall and Old Shaman go to have their chat, he follows along after Rokhan and talks about being a shadow and how it’s important to be a shadow, and this book is feeling quite rogue-centric, which is probably why I’m enjoying it so much so far. 

Orgrimmar is having some big festival about “yay fuck Sylvanas” or something, there’s naked dancers, there’s kids with balloons, it’s a good time. Everyone is involved in the festivities, except Talanji, with whom Zekhan is “intrigued, and, admittedly, a little besotted.” He decides to make himself useful to Talanji and offers her any help she needs, to which she’s like “yeah, no, don’t spy on me, zappy bitch.” 

Zekhan is all ready to back off and let her be cranky, but then he gets a premonition that Something Isn’t Right. He knocks over a goblet of wine intended for Talanji, only something is very not right about the wine. It’s supposed to be some fancy arcfruit sangree (Thalyssra brought it special, and that is just so very precious lmao), but it’s turning black and smells like death. He notices it smells less like wine, more like herbs, and wants to know wtf this is. 

(it’s poison, btw)

Zekhan stands between Talanji and the servant who tried to give it to her just in time for the servant to be like…

...at Talanji. Everyone is upset about this, understandably, and the troll servant who tried to do the poisoning kills himself before they can interrogate him, which a lot of people do in this book so far. All he says is that “she… will know… our b-bite.” Talanji is stunned that one of her own people would try to kill her, which is like… didn’t we just have an entire expansion about how a lot of people want her dead? 

Thrall suggests questioning her own people, but Talanji, despite having seen that the person trying to kill her was literally one of her people, is like “no, y’all are the worst, and I am leaving this circus.” Everyone’s uncomfortable about this specifically, but Zekhan and Thrall are otherwise preoccupied. Thrall is probably like “geez, could this day GET any worse? Why did we start allowing more than four races again? This all went downhill with BC.” 

But Zekhan is confused because it felt like something that wasn’t him was directing him to protect Talanji--like his body moved of its own accord and knew things he didn’t. Everyone’s like “wow, Zekhan, you’re the best zappy boi!” but he has no idea wtf is going on and is so delightfully humble that I love him even more. Revisiting my earlier statement, it seems like Thrall is concerned about this, and Zekhan is like 

And I am about this, these POV characters are fun! Onto the next chapter...

#abby liveblogs shadows rising #warcraft #shadows rising #having looked at the first page of the next chapter we're sticking with trolls a while #much like the end of basically every expansion until Wardads

[starseeker-tarazed]

World of Warcraft? For the fandom question thing.

The character I first fell in love with:

Probably Koltira Deathweaver from the DK storyline, I dunno why really. I just really like him. Thassarian is a close second in that.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:

Khadgar. It wasn't till I read up on him that I was like, “Aw honey you poor thing!” and Now I’m just like, hey, I love this character!

The character everyone else loves that I don’t:

I...don’t know? I mean, who does everyone love? Personally I really hate Tyrande for the way she treated the Nightborne. It’s ridiculous that she holds the mana addiction against them.

The character I love that everyone else hates:

Well, I know Sylvanas isn’t popular but I continue to love her. I’m not very happy with her right now, but I do understand where she’s coming from in regards to why she’s attacking the Alliance. Anduin is sweet and all, but Jaina and Greymane were volatile to begin with. It was only a matter of time before one of those two acted, and besides, Greymane risked the PC mission to retrieve the Aegis of Aggramar over revenge - an understandable one - but Azeroth’s fate was more important.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:

Uh, I would say perhaps Greymane actually. I loved him in Cataclysm, because I did play a Worgen for story purposes, and thought he was pretty awesome. Up until Legion anyways.

The character I would totally smooch:

Is it bad that I’d totally smooch Illidan? Koltira as well.

The character I’d want to be like:

No one actually. I like Saurfang’s honor, and Zekhans loyalty. Maybe I’d want to have Bwonsamdi’s humor? Talanji is pretty badass.

The character I’d slap:

Malfurion or Tyrande. Don’t ask why, I just would. Or Greymane.

A pairing that I love:

Canon wise I don’t have ay OTPs or NOTPs. I do like @drew-winchester‘s Perry and Khadgar, as well as @pebster‘s pairings, especially her OC and Turalyon. Koltira and Thassarian is a ship I like I guess.

A pairing that I don’t:

I don’t know? I’m fine with canon pairings I suppose. I’ve never been found of Illidan liking Tyrande, but then I don’t like Tyrande.

Keep in mind I haven’t read too much of the lore, but my family has, so I get my lore info from them and the game.

[hancass]

Len’zani is basically my Zekhan feels fueled into an oc. An orphan troll who grew up in an orphanage in Orgrimmar, he grew up into a culture where war was a constant in his life. Originally trained to be a warrior, Zani struggled to keep up and was taken in by an old orc who trained him into the ways of a shaman. 

#len'zani #bfa oc

[another-lost-mc]

I have a question about your OCs…what can turn their rough mode (on a bed) on? 👀

biggest turn-ons

featuring: azra, karasu, zekhan

cw: nsfw / mdni. gn!reader. soft incubus!azra; horny!karasu; feral!zee; demon form sex mentioned (all three); pet names (baby, dear one, darling, bunny, beloved); oral sex (reader and karasu receiving); rough sex; sex in semi-public places (karasu's office and the fall); mentions of sexting (dirty texts and videos or audio); costume play (mc wearing a bunny outfit); teasing; consensual predator/prey kink and fear play (tame and intense scenes); dom/sub undertones; monsterfucking (zee’s demon form specifically).

word count: 6.1k (thank you meg and daisy for supporting me in these dark times)

a/n: some of these ideas are plucked from their nsfw alphabets and expanded on: azra / karasu / zekhan.

AZRA

Azra can easily control when he shifts into his demon form and he wears it often. For ordinary work nights at the club, he prefers his usual suit and coat. As a powerful lust demon, he naturally feeds off the sin radiating off the patrons in the club and he shifts forms naturally when the lustful feelings start to build up inside him. He is usually in his demonic form during casual sexual encounters and reverts back to normal once the afterglow subsides.

He's more conscious about wearing his demon form around you. It's not the most frightening or extraordinary demonic appearance you've seen in the Devildom, but he is still nervous about what you think of him. He doesn't want to scare you.

Azra has a lot of sex but he is starved for genuine affection and love from others. Demons use him for his money or his body, and in the past he did the same.

Taking the time to get to know him and still being able to love him the way he is? Nothing affects him the way you do, a rare vulnerability he allows himself to indulge in because it means he gets to have you. Even the smallest bits of kindness get his heart all twisted up, and he can't resist the urge to return his feelings the best way he knows how.

The first thing you learn about being Azra’s lover is that a single kiss can quickly spiral out of control. The sweet glide of your lips against his leaves him thrumming with desire that darkens his eyes, and his fingers tremble as his hands roam eagerly across your body. His demon form is on display in its naked glory when he starts backing you carefully into his bedroom until you bump into the edge of the bed.

He resists the urge to rip your clothes to pieces and forces himself to take them off slowly, one layer at a time, until they’re scattered carelessly on the floor and your naked body is bare and pinned beneath his. The soft sheets cushion you as he lowers his body gently onto yours and he positions himself between your legs.

He groans into the open-mouthed kisses he smears across your skin while you whimper his name and card your fingers through his unruly curls. He's hard and leaking against the inside of your thighs and his tail twitches in the air behind him.

He slides slowly down your body, leaving a trail of kisses and the faintest marks behind as his mouth slots itself over your arousal and he strokes you eagerly with his talented tongue. He grinds his hips against the mattress to try and relieve the pressure of his throbbing cock, but he doesn’t want to come unless it’s inside you.

Your soul is consumed by fiery lust and it satisfies him in a way no one else’s sin has ever affected him before. He groans your name between soft, sucking kisses and gentle flicks of his tongue against your entrance, and it sends shivers through the rest of your body. His hands hold your shaky thighs steady where they rest on his shoulders, and by the time he drinks down the release you spill across his tongue, you're stretched and ready for him.

You're still reeling from your orgasm when he moves up the bed and positions himself between your legs. He hooks one of your legs against his hips and pushes it up slightly, giving him the perfect angle so he can sheathe himself inside with one smooth stroke.

"I’ll go slow next time, baby, I promise," he murmurs against your lips, lifting his hand to brace himself against the headboard. "But I don’t think I can wait anymore."

He starts fucking you with deep, heavy thrusts, and each one draws a little hiccuped gasp or moan from your lips. He crashes his lips against yours and moans and pants into your mouth. The wooden frame cracks slightly from the pressure of his fingertips and the headboard thumps against the wall, but all you can hear are the strangled groans and curses he muffles into the crook of your neck.

His rhythm picks up speed and his thrusts grow wet and sloppy with his cum when he finally spills inside you with a growl. He tosses his head back and his eyes wince shut from the sensitivity, but he can’t resist the urge to fuck his seed back inside you, not when you writhe helplessly against his sheets and dig your fingers into his back and beg him to keep going.

You’re smothered beneath his body as he stuffs you full with his cum, and his tail coils around the leg wrapped around his waist to hold you in place so he can reach between your bodies and stroke you in time with his desperate thrusts instead.

By the time you come around his cock, you’re both drunk from lust and love and utterly insatiable.

“Don’t stop,” your broken whimpers plead where you press your forehead against his shoulder, and you lave your tongue across his hot, sweaty skin. “Want more of you.”

“I won’t stop, baby,” his raspy voice promises as he rises to his knees and brings your legs up to sit on his shoulders, and he folds you in half so he can fuck you properly. “I can’t.”

KARASU

Karasu uses his wings often, but he rarely shifts into his full demon form. He usually has excellent control over that part of himself, except when he's in bed with you. If things get particularly intense (or if he's in a more dominant/aggressive mood), he might shift to his full form without meaning to. He's so careful with his talons that you might not even realize it at first, unless he clenches the sheets on either side of your head or you catch a glimpse of sharp, black claws before his hand disappears between your legs.

It doesn't take much to get him in the mood. He’s a wonderful contradiction of a demon who accepts your praise or your teasing hints of degradation in equal stride. He’s so easily aroused by the most innocent words or gestures and even the simplest compliments make him feel a little desperate.

Wearing something he bought for you gives him a sudden itch to take it off you again. Wearing something of his means he gets to leave his scent on you in more ways than one by the time he has you on your back or your stomach underneath him.

Sending his D.D.D. dirty messages when he least expects it is almost guaranteed to give him an aching erection no matter where he is or what he’s doing. A flirty text or a suggestive photo that shows him a hint of naked skin is more than enough to leave him panting while his erection stirs to life and presses against the zipper of his pants.

And then there are times when he’s the one trying to entice you to be a little naughty. He sends you filthy texts while you’re at RAD and describes whatever wicked fantasy he dreamt about last night, or he recites in excruciating detail all his dirty thoughts while he fisted his cock that morning.

He calls you and leaves you sweet messages to have a nice day and to think about all the ways he plans on touching you and kissing you and fucking you when he sees you later.

Sometimes you have a bit of free time in your schedule, so perhaps a little visit at his office would do you both some good.

Karasu is so considerate.

It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing. You wake up each morning to a sweet-as-sugar message on your D.D.D., or if you stayed overnight in his nest, he wakes you with a line of sleepy kisses along your shoulder and a soft, "Good morning, dear one," murmured huskily into your ear.

He would argue that caring for you is simple, a natural instinct that stirs inside him to provide for you and make you smile and keep you safe. Your comfort is his utmost priority.

Sometimes that means pushing you away from where you're nuzzling against his aching erection through his suit so he can slide off his jacket. 

"Wait," he asks breathlessly, handing you the bespoke garment that crumples in his twitchy grip like paper. "Sit on this, darling." 

If you're so eager to kneel on his office floor in an eager rush to suck his cock, the least he can do is make sure your knees won't be too sore afterwards.

His stifled whimpers and moans start to fill the office and you've barely touched him; the anticipation of what’s to come is enough to leave him a trembling mess. His fingers clench the armrests of his chair while you flick open his belt and tug down the zipper with a jovial little hum.

The tip of his cock glistens when you tug down his boxer briefs, and he exhales a sharp little whine when you lick at the salty beads oozing slowly from the tip. His chair shakes from the tremor in his thighs, and his hips twitch and jerk restlessly while you lick broad, thick stripes along his shaft before easing him between your lips. He's hot and heavy on your tongue, and you wrap your fingers at his base where his dawny-soft black hair cushions your fist. You pump him slowly, smooth and wet from the spit pooling in your mouth and dripping down his cock, while your head bobs up and down his length in a steady rhythm.

He's so lost in the hot, wet vice of your mouth that he doesn't notice that his glasses slip off the bridge of his nose and clatter or the floor, or that the armrests of his chair are ruined by deep, scraggly lines where his nails scramble to find purchase.

All that matters — all he cares about — is that you don't stop.

"I'm—I'm close," he whines noisily, panting deep in his chest. His back arches away from the chair and he pushes deeper into your mouth, but he stammers out an apology when he realizes what he’s done.

You curl your fingers around the curve of his hip to encourage him to move and to take what he wants from you. He hesitates for a moment, but then a shaky hand rests gently on the crown of your head, not pushing you down but simply holding you there. His fingers twitch helplessly against your scalp as his hips jerk into your mouth and the noises and choked pleas tumbling from his lips grow louder and more desperate.

A loud, monotonous chime from his terminal startles you both, and he whines so pathetically at the interruption. It’s a weekly meeting he forgot about, boring and unnecessary but mandatory, and he nearly curses in frustration.

Voices stream quietly into the room as the program pops up on his monitor. Your shoulders slump slightly with a deflated sigh, but his hand on the back of your head keeps you from moving away. When you shoot him a questioning look, he glances at the screen and back to you again, and he nibbles on his bottom lip while he contemplates his choices.

He should compose himself and bid you farewell until this evening when he's finished work for the day, but that’s easier said than done. You’re still kneeling at his feet, your bright eyes are glassy and wet and dark with desires of your own, and your lips are plump and shiny and so utterly kissable. His abdomen twitches with the disappointment of his interrupted release and he can only imagine how desperate you are, even though you’re hiding your own needs while satisfying his own.

It's not like he ever needs to speak at these meetings anyway, and knowing that, it doesn’t take him long to decide at all.

He confirms his camera is off and he's muted on the call before he pulls gently on the back of your neck and urges your mouth towards his cock again. His spontaneous burst of greedy lust warms the blood in your veins and shoots straight to the spot between your legs. You’re throbbing from your own neglected arousal and it certainly doesn’t help that he lets out the most sinful, desperate moan when you take him back into the wet heat of your mouth.

He cradles the sides of your face gently when you begin moving up and down his cock with renewed vigor. His hips are rocking of their own volition now, shallow and arhythmic but still so needy, and you know he must be close. When you glance up at him from beneath your lashes, he’s utterly entranced by the sight of your fingers pumping his shaft while you suck on the dark, pulsing head of his cock before sliding your lips down his length over and over again.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—!” His high-pitched whine serves as a warning so that you can move your mouth away if you don’t want his seed in your mouth, but your lover is nothing but considerate, and you reward him by taking him deeper than before, teasing your gag reflex and letting him feel you choke on his cock.

He covers his mouth to muffle himself as he spills down your throat with a sharp gasp and a wailing cry, and your lips drag along his cock one more time as you pull back just to hear him whimper from the sensitivity. He watches with a heavy, half-lidded gaze and swallows hard when you wipe a smear of cum from the corner of your mouth and lick it clean.

He goes completely still for a moment, but then his cock twitches with renewed interest and he pulls you off the floor and into his lap. He breathes your name with utter reverence when he slides his hand into your pants and feels how soaked you are between your legs. His fingers stroke you gently and you let him taste himself when you lean forward and kiss him.

You rock your hips and coax his hand closer to where you want it most while your thighs shake on either side of his hips. Warm puffs of air against the soft skin of your neck makes you shudder in his embrace, and he murmurs sweet praise while he fucks you with his greedy fingers (and his tongue after that, and then his cock when he’s hard again and he finally bends you over his desk).

ZEKHAN

Compared to the others, Zekhan has the most control over his demonic form. Even if he accompanies you to a party at the prince's castle, he's one of the few demons in attendance that hides his demonic appearance. It's very rare that he would shift into it by accident, although a wrath-driven rage could trigger that. 

He doesn't want to use his demonic form in bed with you, at least not right away. It will take a long time before he's comfortable letting you see it. The scars on his body are more prominent in that form and he's self-conscious about them. It's also a bit more animalistic than some of the other demons you know, and he's worried about your reaction to his wings and claws and ears.

He will shift into his true form for certain predator/prey-type games you play together, but he's usually obscured by darkness. That gives you the chance to explore him slowly and at his pace while letting him indulge in the rare sensation of your hands or mouth moving across his body. 

A lot of things turn him on, but he's a bit more disciplined about curbing his impulse to act on it right away. He likes to tease you and let the anticipation build. Sending each other dirty texts while he's at work (or while you're at RAD) are a guaranteed way to stir his interest.

Although he tries to be gentle with you, he's the most feral if you tease him with an opportunity to play one of your little games together. He's happy to indulge you with whatever level of excitement (or fear) you're comfortable with; you're his prize at the end either way, and that's enough to satisfy him.

Once you're in a relationship, Zee realizes his biggest mistake is underestimating you. He knows you'll be attending tonight's bunny event at The Fall for the first time since you arrived in the Devildom. What he doesn't expect is for you to walk through the front doors, surrounded by the Avatars of Sin, in a bunny outfit of your very own.

He can only assume that Azra and Asmodeus conspired to keep this secret from him, and what a lovely secret it is. The bunny ears on your head bend slightly at the ends which gives them a floppy appearance. They would look ridiculous on most people, but on you, they’re positively charming. The colourful jewel-toned ears bounce slightly with each step you take, and the colours suit you so beautifully that it confirms for him that this outfit was custom-made for you.

He spots a flash of white when you turn around to speak to someone, and he realizes there's a little tail attached to the back of your suit too.

Fucking hell.

He tilts his head to the side as he drinks in your appearance and considers all the delightfully wicked things he’d like to do to you. It’s calculating, almost predatory how his golden eyes darken as lust pools behind them. Something primal stirs deep in his chest the longer he stares at you. You're the tasty little treat that's stepped into his domain, and he'd love nothing more than to devour you.

As if you can hear his thoughts, you look around until you catch his piercing stare from across the room; even from that far away, the glint in his eyes is positively hungry. You can’t help but stare doe-eyed as he wets his mouth, running his tongue slowly along his bottom lip and teasing you with the tiniest glimpse of his fangs.

His sensitive hearing picks up your sharp intake of breath, and he smirks at the flustered expression on your face before you concede and finally look away.

He carries on with overseeing the final preparations like nothing happened while you walk away with the others and head further into the club. A chilly sensation spreads through him that he can only describe as longing when you finally step out of his view, but he ignores the feeling for now.

Besides, the evening is just getting started.

ZEKHAN: I came to visit you on your break but you're not resting with the others. Where are you hiding, bunny?

YOU: Come find me and you'll see. 🐰

ZEKHAN: A tempting offer.

ZEKHAN: Beloved, I'm asking you sincerely.

ZEKHAN: Do you want to play that game right now?

YOU: Yes I do.

YOU: Please? I know you do too.

ZEKHAN: Such a naughty thing.

ZEKHAN: Very well. Stay where you are, hm? 

YOU: If you don't hurry, I might finish before you get here.

There are several places in the club you can hide from him. He’s shown you most of them himself when he originally gave you a tour when you were a new arrival to the Devildom. Later on, he realized how convenient they were when he was desperate to fuck you somewhere you wouldn’t get caught.

This particular game requires a certain amount of privacy and space. He searches the obvious locations first - the staff break rooms, the mostly-empty offices on the second floor, the cluster of private rooms patrons can rent for the evening - but finds no trace of you or those floppy ears or that cottony-soft tail.

When he finally picks up the faintest whiff of your scent near the door that leads to the basement, he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face. Of course you’re clever enough to lead him somewhere cool and dark where there’s very little risk of being interrupted.

There's only a sliver of moonlight that shines through one of the tiny windows near the basement ceiling. It only takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness, and he groans when he finally spots you leaning against the wall across from him. The buttons of your shirt are undone and he can see the strip of naked skin where it falls open. He notices a moment later that one of your hands is under the waistband of your pants and he can hear and smell the scent of your arousal as you stroke lazily between your legs.

A soft sigh falls from your lips and makes his mouth run dry. Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze at last, and it’s so satisfying to see the desire swirling in your dark eyes is strong enough to match his own.

He crosses the room in an instant and there's a faint gust of air as his wings manifest and open wide with a leathery snap. He maneuvers you quickly as if you weigh nothing and bends you over a rickety old table, yanking your tedious clothes down and out of the way until he can finally touch your bare skin with his clawed fingers.

You stare transfixed at the monstrous shadow on the wall as he stretches you open with his thick fingers first, carefully so he doesn’t scratch you, and then his cock once you’re slippery with his spit and lube. His lips brush against your temple and behind your ear, littering your skin with soft kisses while you adjust to the feeling of him stretching you open. His hips rock in a slow grind until you're ready and then he moves slowly at first, thrusting inside you with slow strokes that slowly gather speed with every desperate, whiny moan that he pulls from your throat.

He makes a questioning sound when you reach over your shoulder and offer him your fingers, still sticky from when you touched yourself earlier, and he sucks them eagerly into his mouth with a growl as he starts fucking you in earnest. Your fingers slip from his mouth once he's licked them clean, and he traps them gently between his teeth before you can pull them away completely.

His pace quickens and his thrusts grow more forceful when you push your hips back and match his rhythm. One of your hands ends up tangled in his hair while your back arches against his chest, and he breathes hot and damp against the back of your neck and grunts in your ear.

You can barely hear the obscene squelch your bodies make as he fucks you senseless, or the creak of the wobbly furniture supporting your combined weight, or the scratching sound of his fingers digging into the wood for leverage.

Your body clenches around him and when he feels his orgasm approaching, he reaches between your legs and strokes you in time with his thrusts; you finally come with a cry, and he follows behind you with a raspy groan of your name. He fucks you through the aftershocks of your pleasure with slow, lazy thrusts and finally stops once you've milked him dry. His body shakes from the overstimulation of fucking his cum back inside you.

By the time your thighs stop trembling and he turns you in his arms, all evidence of his demon form is gone; only the slight pulsing glow of his golden-yellow eyes remains. He kisses you softly with just a hint of tongue and teeth while you both sigh into each others’ mouths.

As always, he came prepared. He reaches into his suit jacket and slips his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose first before he pulls out a small packet of wet wipes. He kisses your thighs and nips playfully at the sensitive skin while he wipes the slick and cum away; he’s satisfied you’ll still smell like him but now you can finish the evening more comfortably.

He straightens your clothes for you and as he buttons up your shirt, he leans forward and kisses the bare skin that slowly disappears from view. One more kiss and a murmured I love you is all you have time for before he leads you back upstairs, and he smirks when you walk away with the slightest hitch in your step.

(You're only a few minutes late returning from your break, but no one bothers to ask where you were - they can already guess.)

A more intense version of this little game involves waiting until the event is over and taking a short drive to the outskirts of the city.

The quiet anticipation in the car is nearly suffocating, and Zee glances at you with a guarded look from the corner of his eye. He drives one-handed and steers the car expertly to your destination while the other rests on your thigh; it feels like a fiery-hot brand through your clothes.

He seems unaffected by the lust radiating off both of you like a fog, but the tips of his fangs peek underneath the hungry curl of his lips. When you glance down at his lap, there’s a growing wet stain where his hard and eager cock strains against his pants.

The location he takes you to is a large patch of forest at the back of Azra's estate. It's far enough away to give you both the privacy you need, but it’s close enough that help is nearby if anything goes wrong. The area is scouted regularly to make sure there are no dangerous creatures lurking inside the woods that might harm you while you’re alone and vulnerable.

Zee drives the car to the end of the dirt road that ends near the tree line. He exhales sharply through his nose and puts his glasses in the glove compartment before getting out of the car and walking around the vehicle to help you out of your seat.

He’s usually sweet and affectionate before these types of games, but tonight he rests his hands on your shoulders to keep you from stepping too close to him.

"I love you." His voice is rough but his eyes burn with the steady glow of his body overcome with sin, and you learned how to read the emotions in his gaze by now: love, desire, hunger.

"I love you too."

His hands slide up your neck and brush the sides of your face. "Colour?" he asks quietly. His thumbs rub soft circles into the dimples of your cheeks when you smile.

"Green."

Something in the air shifts, like cool air roiling over you before a storm, and he circles you slowly - the way a predator would - until he stands at your back. There's a familiar ruffle of fabric and leather behind you, then he smooths his hands gently over your shoulders. A clawed wing curls around the side of your body and strokes your cheek with surprising tenderness.

"Time to run, bunny." Hot breath tickles your ear when he leans forward and kisses the words into your skin. "Don’t stop and don’t look back."

The growl in his voice causes goosebumps to break out across your skin and you freeze. Normally he waits for you to make it to the woods before he changes form but so many things about tonight are different.

What does it say about how much he trusts you that he would do it so soon?

And what does it say about how uncontrollably desperate he is for you?

But you don’t have time to contemplate the answers to either of those questions, not when feet shuffle behind you in restless anticipation. 

You take one hesitant step forward, and then another, until you're running into the dark forest that welcomes you into its maw. The trees looming overhead block most of the moonlight and you slow down while your eyesight adjusts. Your D.D.D. is in your pocket, but illuminating your path with the flashlight would be cheating; it’s also a visual signal to him that you want the game to end, and it’s far too soon for that.

The branches high above your head rustle in the night's cool breeze and ambient noises of the forest echo all around you. You can’t be sure how long it’s been, but it’s curious that you've not seen or heard any sign of him behind you. Sometimes he likes to call out to you teasingly, goading you into some sort of response that will lead him closer to your position. He can be so mischievous and playful when he brings you here, but tonight the tension of his unusual behaviour settles uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach.

You recall how stiff he was earlier, how restless he was like he couldn’t wait to sink his cock or his teeth into you. You remember the rumbling growls in his chest on the drive here, the way his hand shook on your thigh. You realize he’s not patient enough to play a drawn-out game tonight, and the implication is terrifying and arousing in equal measure.

The forest might be safe for you to venture in alone, but there are still other creatures that live here. Small Devildom rodents skitter across the ground and up into the trees. Birds with unfamiliar hoots and caws watch you from above with their strange, unblinking eyes. The occasional snap of a branch or the sudden rustle of leaves startles you like thunder; the sounds carry on the wind and it's impossible to pinpoint where they're coming from.

You shriek more than once when you spin around and look for a pair of golden eyes peering at you from the darkness, but there’s nothing there despite the heavy sensation of a weighted gaze searing into your back the moment you turn around again.

A sudden, startlingly loud crash nearby rips a scream from your throat and your eyes catch movement in your peripheral view. When you squint into the distance, you can see a splintering branch hanging precariously from one of the tall trees before it drops to the ground.

Was the branch already damaged and it finally gave way on its own?

Or was it broken by the weight of something stalking its prey from high above?

You carefully step back away from the tree as if you expect something - or someone - to jump out at you from the undergrowth, but nothing happens.

You stumble into something warm and solid behind you and strong arms wrap around you to keep you from falling, and a hoarse scream dies in your throat when he covers your mouth with his hand.

So this is how the game finally ends.

He utters your name in a raspy whisper close to your ear; his voice sounds as rough as yours does. Tears slip from the corners of your eyes when you sag against him, even though adrenaline and fear slowly fade from your still-trembling body.

"You did so well." His praise soothes your rattled nerves and you lean further back against him. His hand slides away from your mouth until it rests above your hammering heartbeat.

His skin feels feverishly hot against your back and he’s slightly damp with sweat. You’re lost in the cloud of his scent, one that's so perfectly him, something fresh and earthy like wet leaves after a thunderstorm.

"Zee." His name is a broken whimper that falls from your lips. His other hand slides down your front and his fingers tease along your waist before dipping down into your pants. He curses under his breath when he feels the hot, slick proof of your arousal between your legs.

"Colour," he grits out, a strangled plea that betrays the desire coursing through him. 

"G-green, please, green," you answer with a hiccup.

He removes his hand from your pants so he can push you to your hands and knees on the forest floor. He shushes you when you whine at the loss of his fingers and he drapes himself over your back, a move that feels protective as much as it does possessive, and he buries his nose in the crook of your neck. He breathes in deep and savours the scent of your sweat and perfume and arousal and fear on his tongue, and his hips jerk and grind his erection against the swell of your ass.

"Want you," you whine pathetically when you wiggle your hips back and encourage him to give you more.

"I'm here.” The tremor in his voice betrays his fraying self-control but his promise sounds sincere. "You have me."

Hot, open-mouthed kisses sear across the back of your neck and along your jaw as he grasps your chin and tilts your face towards his. You can't see him through the watery sheen that pools along your lashes, but you catch a glimpse of his lust-darkened eyes and the bulky shape of his wingspan at his back. When his mouth presses against yours, it's less of a kiss and more of a desperate glide of tongue-against-tongue between deep, shuddering breaths and needy moans.

"You're so perfect," he whispers thickly as he pulls away from your mouth and flicks his tongue against your ear. He braces himself with one clawed hand digging into the earth while the other tears at the front of your shirt. Buttons pop from the seams as the flimsy fabric gives way to his sharp nails and inhuman strength.

He leans back on his knees with a shuddered sigh as he rips the fabric away and exposes your bare back to him. He rubs up and down the grooves of your spine and trails his fingers over the curve of your hips. "You’re so, so lovely like this. Fuck, the things I want to do to you."

You rest your cheek on your arms when he pushes your chest down and encourages your back to curve into a deeper arch. Firm hands grip the sides of your pants next and tear them away next, followed by your flimsy underwear. The cool night air chills your bare skin until he leans over you and warms your body with his own.

You’re utterly trapped beneath him, naked and vulnerable in a way that should fill you with shame or fear, but his words are genuine and his touch is gentle. 

Perhaps this little tease would go on a little longer, but you know he’s already testing the limits of his self-control and you don’t want to wait anymore either.

You’ve wanted this all night, and you need him now, desperately.

“Show me then. I want you to, please.”

You squirm with anticipation when he lets out a rumbling growl close to your ear. Something hot and heavy, slick with a generous layer of lube, moves between your legs and nudges at your entrance with the faintest bit of pressure. The tip of his cock teases you with shallow dips as he stretches you open slowly, each stroke sliding in deeper, inch by agonizing inch. He teases the sensitive spot inside you until he finally buries himself to the hilt with a snarl, and you answer with a startled cry as the pulsing emptiness inside is deliciously filled by him.

“I’ll give you everything you want,” he promises darkly as he starts moving at a brutal pace, and his clawed fingers dig into your hips and pull you down onto his cock to meet each of his deep, perfect thrusts. “Now take it.”

Azra has a vague idea of what happens when Zee takes you to the forest behind his house. He doesn't need or want the details as long as you're both happy and unharmed. However, it takes him far too long to notice that your visits to the woods coincide with certain parties at The Fall, and he's genuinely confused as he looks over preparations for the upcoming bunny event.

"Wait, we had to buy another bunny outfit?" he asks, rubbing the back of his neck as he reads over the invoice in his hands. "What happened to the other one? The last event was only a month ago.” Now that he thinks about it, he vaguely recalls ordering a new uniform for you then, too. "This must be the third one we've replaced by now."

Zee pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a hum. "The fourth, actually. If it helps, I still have the bunny ear headbands." His lips twitch into a remorseful smile, but the gleam in his eyes is far too pleased for his apology to be sincere. "Unfortunately, the rest was...unsalvageable."

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I hope your day is as good as mine's turning out to be because dear lord.

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I think this is as babygirl as Zee is going to get. And Meta, well, he's a cutie 24/7.

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What is your OCs type? 👀

(I always think Azra adores timid people tho)

In case the "your MC is their type" answer isn't satisfying enough:

Some notes about these:

The ideal partner section: traits with values near the middle indicate that it they have no preference. There's very few set-in-stone traits that are deal breakers for any of them.

The love languages section is from their perspective (gifts or actions they receive from you). Most of them don't want you to buy them gifts because they'd rather buy/give you things.

The gifts section are the things they would like to receive from you. I might tweak this section later to be more OM! specific.

These don't take into account potential AU versions (ex. NB!Karasu, Demon!Meta, etc.)

I would strongly recommend using their other character sheets (on their pages) to determine which OC you like best. I can promise they will choose any MC that shows an interest in them too even if they seem like an unlikely match.

These are just an example for fun but are lacking context and nuance that I think make the OCs fun to begin with.

Anyway! The original version of this template can be found here.

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OBEY ME OC: Zekhan, Manager of The Fall

Zekhan is a bat demon that resides in the Devildom. He's the Manager of The Fall as well as Azra's personal assistant and closest friend. Intelligent and resourceful, he carries out his responsibilities efficiently from the shadows that hide some of his less-than-savory deeds. When the Devildom exchange program commences, painful memories and repressed fury from long ago resurface with unexpected consequences.

➤ BIOGRAPHY (wip)

➤ CHARACTER TAG & ASKS/INFO: #my oc: zekhan

➤ ONE-SHOTS

Their Biggest Turn-ons (nsfw)

Inside Jokes (nsfw)

➤ HEADCANONS & LORE

SFW Alphabet / NSFW Alphabet

Inspiration: Story-wise | Appearance-wise

OC Voice Claims

Surprise Guest + Intimacy Interactions (nsfw)

The OCs as Sugar Daddies Boyfriends

Primary & Secondary Sins

Relationships before MC

Making a Pact with MC

The OCs as Dads

OC Rankings: How Flirty They Are

➤ CAMEO APPEARANCES

Good Fortune (Azra x Reader)

A Picnic Date Gone Astray (Azra x Reader)

➤ PLAYLIST ♬

➤ CHARACTER VISUALS

Basic references (Picrew credit)

Commissioned art: chocofdaini // shootingstarrfish

Commissioned art: acctops // voskitsune

➤ MOOD BOARDS

➤ CHARACTER SHEETS

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Lots of appreciation for the OCs today! I love them, they're adorable, I'm going to put them in my purse, etc.

(it kinda looks like zee wants to smack azra for spending too much money on something stupid, and azra couldn't care less and thinks zee needs to lighten up, and karasu is just happy to be included salkdfnlasfasdf)

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I’m thinking about Azra who open the door (without knocking) and heard Zee call MC ‘bunny’ 😊

inside jokes

featuring: zekhan x gn!reader, azra

cw: nsfw / mdni. sex in public places and getting caught. 0.9k words.

Oh, the things Azra has seen and heard since you started dating his best friend. He'd be proud if it didn't make work a little bit awkward at times.

If Zee is in his office - like he is now, standing between your thighs after lifting you onto the edge of his desk - his excellent hearing can pinpoint Azra's location by listening for the familiar click of his heeled boots on the club’s smooth flooring. Once the sounds of those ominous steps start ascending the staircase to the second floor offices, it gives Zee just enough time to tuck himself away and make sure he can arrange your clothes neatly back into place.

Azra strolls into the office moments later, without knocking of course, and you try to act as if you weren't half-naked and laid across the desk minutes before. The fake innocence might be convincing except for the lust pouring off both of you in waves, and only a fool could miss all other telltale signs that something was going on before he arrived. He raises an eyebrow at your flustered expression and the breathless cadence of your voice when you say hello.

Zee’s smile is bland in comparison to yours, and it fails spectacularly to mask his annoyance as he leans back against the desk, arms crossed sulkily at the interruption.

Azra feels bad about that sometimes, he really does, and he makes half-hearted promises to knock next time. Sometimes he does, and sometimes he doesn't.

For all his composure and planning, Zee can be distracted at the worst times; it's risky for him to fuck you outside the vague privacy of his office. In those desperate moments, he gets lost in the warmth of your neck beneath his lips and the fluttering pulse that answers the gentle scrape of fangs against your skin. Who could blame him when your trembling hands reach for his belt and your own desire sends blood rushing from his skull to the hard, leaking cock that's already straining against his zipper?

Azra’s telltale steps slowly grow louder as he follows the current of lust to the storage closet you're hiding in, but Zee doesn't notice - he's too busy murmuring filth into your ear while his hands tug and tear at your clothes to find bare skin. Your whimpered moans and the sensation of your fingers tangling in his hair have effectively stolen his undivided attention. He holds you steady against the wall, and his lust-thickened voice babbles a stream of loving praise as his body sinks deep into yours with sharp, jerky thrusts.

It’s only harsh light from the hallway spilling across your face that announces Azra's unwanted presence, and Zee adjusts himself so that your disheveled appearance is hidden from view with his own body. The dangerous growl that reverberates deep in his chest would be enough to scare away most demons, but Azra’s slack-jawed expression, stunned by the illicit dalliance he stumbled upon, morphs into a grin instead. He doesn't linger where he's not wanted and leaves without much fuss, spinning on his heel and offering a cheeky wave over his shoulder as he exits that dusty little room. He's even thoughtful enough to make sure the handle locks behind him before he walks away.

Stumbling on lovers in a steamy embrace is an every-night occurrence at the club, and Azra understands more than most demons the appeal of a little carnal appreciation. Tonight's not even the first time he's caught the two of you in the middle of such a wanton display. However, Zee grows suspicious when he checks his phone later - after he cleaned you up and drove you home, of course - and saw nothing from his boss regarding what happened. Zee expected a lecture of some kind, or a taunt or a lewd comment or even sarcastic congratulations, something that mentioned the awkward situation he inadvertently put you in due to his own carelessness.

Zee figures the best way to soothe his rattled nerves is carry on like nothing happened and deliver some paperwork to Azra’s office - a petty punishment for earlier, if nothing else. He’s more than happy to drop the stack on the desk and leave again without much fanfare, especially when he's greeted by the back of Azra's chair. It creaks when it starts to spin around, and Zee freezes halfway to the door when his friend finally faces him, one cheek resting on his hand while a lazy smirk spreads across his face and brightens his dark eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Azra asks in a tone that's far too innocent for a demon like him to pull off convincingly. “Aren’t you going to call me bunny too?”

Sprouting up between Azra’s wayward curls is a bunny-eared headband. It’s nearly identical to the headband you slipped on earlier to tease Zee with, the innocent costume prop that inspired him to drag you into the first empty room he could find. After Azra's brief interruption, he rewarded your playfulness by fucking you so hard that those floppy little ears slid off your scalp and clattered on the ground at his feet.

Zee shoots his boss a withering glare and bares his teeth menacingly before he storms from the office without a word.

“Aw, don’t be like that! I think it’s cute,” Azra shouts teasingly as he suppresses the urge to laugh. A few moments later, a door down the hall slams shut and he doesn't see or hear a trace of his friend for the rest of the night.

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