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Satisfy (Greed, Wrath, Father)

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𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Father created you for a purpose. Though for what purpose? You’re not quite sure.

You see, he tells you that your body is like magic. That you’re his best creation. The one he’s most proud of, even if he has to ask you not to tell. Still, there’s no doubt about that in your mind. He shows you just how much he cares for you whenever he’s the first person to inquire about your needs. He shows you just how much he adores you whenever he sings your praises while stroking your hair with a gentleness that seems so foreign to his cold hands. And he shows you just how much he yearns for you when his hands start to wander across places they shouldn’t. When a hand on your waist travels a little too low. When a hand on your shoulder teases beneath the fabric of your dress.

When a hand on your chin, cupping the smile he calls so so beautiful and so so delicate relocates so that he could press his thumb against your tongue. So you could suck.

Father created you for a purpose. He told you that you gave him energy. Unlimited energy. Raw and unrefined energy that was just waiting for a master. Waiting for an outlet. And that you could give your brothers and sister this exact same energy. All that you wanted. All that was needed. He told you that you could help them become strong. Powerful even. Perhaps more than him, if he wasn’t careful. And that just required you to do one thing for them. One little, tiny, minuscule thing for them.

Just lift up the skirt of that dress of yours and bend over whenever asked.

But as much as Father liked to believe- you weren’t stupid. You and your brothers and sister were all cut from the same cloth. Made from the same things. Different names, different faces. Different powers but all the same thing. A homunculus shaped by the hands of Father. You were not some powerful walking philosopher stone like he wanted you to believe. You weren’t this elixir of life that gave them more power than they could ever hope for. You didn’t allow them to age or die a normal death. You didn’t turn them human. You couldn’t turn them human. You are nothing like Father tells you that you are. Nothing.

But that’s where you get lost and confused. But it’s not just because Father tells you all these wonderful lies. And it’s not just because you’ve spent endless nights wondering and wondering what Father’s real reason for creating you was. It’s because you still give in. To the pretty, rose-colored words he tells you. To the soft gaze, he spares only towards you. To the endless requests of your brothers and sometimes your sister.

“Fuck, baby you’re making a big mess all over that pretty little mouth of yours, aren’t you?”

Asking you to lift up the skirt of that dress of yours and bend over right where you stood.

It’s always Greed that gets the most vocal when he’s taking a turn with you. It’s like he has something to prove by being the loudest in the room. Though it’s not all bad, you’ve come to learn. Sometimes it’s taunts to go deeper. To go harder. To do better. And sometimes, it’s hot. Murmured words of encouragement. Whispered words of praise. And flirting with you. Over and over again. As if his cock wasn’t already kissing the back of your throat.

It throbs with want and with need as it forces itself as deep as possible in your mouth. Long and just thick to keep you gasping whenever he’s hitting it from behind. But at this point, he’s already cum once on your tongue. But the way his dick twitches inside of your warm and inviting mouth, you’re sure he’ll be offering you another load for you to swallow soon enough. Still, it almost catches you off guard when Greed’s hand threads through your hair, carefully brushing out strands as if he cared. But he didn’t. Not in the same way you could claim Father did. Because all that did was give him a better place to wrap his fist around a good chunk of your hair before forcing you forward to suck him off even harder.

“Stop moving her so much.” Another voice chimes, this time coming from behind you. It’s thick and authoritative. It commands the utmost respect a person can give. And it has your pussy instinctively clenching as you let out a low, low whine. Wrath always managed to get you excited in a way none of your other brothers and sister could. “You’re messing up my rhythm.”

You know instantly that Greed wouldn’t like hearing that. It’s just the type of person he is. But suddenly, you find that you can’t hear Greed’s response to being told off by Wrath. No, there is something far louder, far more distracting than a fight between two of your siblings. And it might have something to do with cock Wrath has buried inside of your aching cunt that’s starting to move fast and fast and faster.

You let out another whine as Wrath manages to hit a spot inside of you that’s especially sensitive. You wish you could see Wrath right now. Greed’s nice but only sometimes. Those are the moments when he’s wiping the drool from your lips and kissing you sweetly. Other times, are just like this- being choked without so much as a care in the world. That’s why you think it’s so mean of them to have you on your stomach with your legs spread as you’re at eye level with both men’s crotches.

Because all you can do is ball up your fist in Greed’s pants and rest them on his thighs as your eyes begin to water and you try not to gag. Because all you can do is helplessly shift your hips whenever Wrath’s thick, thick cock plows your insides over and over again with too much fervor of a man with his face. And you’re left whimpering and whining because they’re not much you can do with two of your holes plugged up by two of your brothers. There’s not much you can do but do and be all that Father convinced you to be for your brothers and your sister. Because Father created you for a purpose.

And that purpose?

Well, you’d be in denial if you said you didn’t know what it really was by this point, now wouldn’t you? Because in the end, all that you are and all that you will be is a homunculus. Who doubles as a warm, wet hole for someone to stick their cock. To pretend that you’re special. To pretend that you’re powerful. Or really?

“Hey, Envy? You joining us soon or what?”

To satisfy their needs. And theirs alone.

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saturncodedstarlette · 8 months

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“I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

“How does he look at me?”

“Like he never wants to look away.”

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shanalikeanna · 2 months

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I've been re-reading Solar Lunacy

#my art #fnaf security breach #fnaf dca #dca fandom #solar lunacy #moondrop #moon x reader #moon x y/n #dca x y/n #the people that bullied the author into not updating anymore have earned my well deserved wrath #i'm back on my sun/moon bullshit for the moment #in between drawing two one piece arts

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angelsdemonsandhumans · 9 months

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Satan: *getting mad*

Mammon: FUCK, SATAN IS MAD!! SATAN IS MAAAD!!

Leviathan: OH CRAP, CALL THE RELAXING PILLS

Leviathan: *runs to grab the relaxing pills*

Mc: *gets pushed in front of angry, demon formed and growling Satan:*

Satan: ...

Satan: *the expression soften once Mc start scratching his head* Mc...

Mc: There, there, we'll talk about it once you calm down alright? *smiles*

#obey me #obey me x reader #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me funny #mammon #obey me x mc #obey me mammon #obey me x you #solomon #satan #satan avatar of wrath #satan om #satan obey me #obey me satan

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cinewhore · 9 months

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The Wrath of a Mother

Pairing: Thomas "Tommy" Shelby x fem!reader word count: 3k warnings: violence, heavy angst, kidnappings, blood, gore, guns, fighting. summary: Thomas Shelby discovers his wife's past. A/N: more peaky blinders brain rot for you all. not much else to say. no beta cause I say so! Enjoy. Credits to the gif artist.

The chaotic melody of jazz was cut off by the sound of screams.

Tommy didn’t like jazz which is why you waited for him to leave before putting the record on. It had been a tiresome day, dealing with the children, being the lady of the house. You sent the majority of the staff away, with the exception of a few maids to help with your children. The girls were young and foolish, always giggling behind their hands.

You pay the shouts no mind, until they grow louder, the high pitched squeals of the girls being intertwined with the yelling of men.

Suddenly, a shot rings out. You instantly cut the record, dashing into the children’s room. Oliver wakes up with ease while Alice fusses. You hated disrupting them but had no choice, telling them they were going to have a special sleepover in the guest room.

“Now, mommy is going to go and grab some snacks. I’m going to lock the door, to keep the pesky monsters away! Mommy or daddy will come back to get you, ok?”

Your oldest nods, the best big brother to his sister. You press a quick kiss to both their heads, not daring to look back at them before shutting the door.

The world seemed to slow down after that. You weren’t aware of how much time had passed, couldn’t ignore the ringing in your ears, the exhilaration of shock and adrenaline coursing through your bloodstream.

It was enough to blind a man.

Someone was hollering your name but you couldn’t make out whose voice it belonged to.

Hands abruptly clasp your shoulders and you shriek, twisting your body in a way to fend off whoever dared to attack you next. You try to ram the knife into the arm of your assailant but another pair of hands snatch your weapon away, leaving you defenseless.

Tommy crawls on his knees in front of you, grasping the side of your face tightly. You squirm and squirm but stop as he shakes you.

“It’s alright! It’s me! It’s just me!” He could tell that you were trying to comprehend what was happening and that your body was moving on its own accord, still engaged in fight or flight mode.

“Arthur, let her go.”

The oldest brother shoots Tommy a look. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

Arthur drops his hold on you and you sag forward, arms wobbling against the wooden floors, hands drenched with blood.

“It’s alright, love. You’re ok, it's finished now.”

It was over. You had won, however, the thin veil between this life and the old one had been hastily torn down.

“Where are the children, hm?”

You shake your head, his words unclear to you.

“Our children, where are they?! Alice and Oliver, where are they?”

You raise a weakened arm and point towards the end of the corridor. “Guest room closet…I locked it-”

“Michael, go check!” Thomas shouts. His cousin takes off without another word.

It was all too much. The noise, the lights, the commotion. Pushing yourself up on your knees, you combat Tommy and the grip he held on you, dead set on getting into a place where you could shut it all out.

You stumble down the hallway and the flight of stairs, only tripping a few times before making it out the front door. You make it just past the hedges and collapse, stomach churning while you vomit.

Arthur was close by, tentative of his approach. He didn’t want to scare you off further. He advances steadily, arms outstretched to show that he meant no harm.

“It's ok, love. It’s just, Arthur. I’m not gonna hurt ya.”

You nod, wiping at your mouth. “There were so many-"

“Yeah. Yeah, there were. You fought them all.”

“I didn’t- didn’t mean to kill anyone-”

You let Arthur close enough so that he could hold your hands, uncaring of the blood smeared across yours.

“Listen to me, eh? You’re gonna have the shakes. Your hands are gonna feel like they’re made of fucking lead. S’all normal. I just need you to breathe cause it looks like you’re gonna faint.”

You mimic Arthur as he breathes in and out, slowing down your beating heart. You surge forward and hug your brother in law, catching him by surprise. He panics for a moment before hugging you back, rocking the two of you.

“You did good, sister. You did good.”

You didn’t speak about it for two weeks.

You knew that he wanted an explanation, you felt it every time the two of you were in the same room. There was a lingering stare he would give you that he gave to each of his enemies. It was menacing, calculating and ominous. You knew the longer it took for you to offer up clarification for your actions, the more he began to suspect that you were placed in his house, in his bed, based off of an ulterior motive. If that were the case, you would’ve killed him by now but Tommy was no fool nor was he new to this type of life. He knew when people played with their food before eating and he refused to be swallowed by you.

His lovely, little wife.

It was a pleasant Sunday morning. You figured after breakfast you’d take the children into the gardens, perhaps have them splash around in the pond to tire them out before lunch. Tommy’s side of the bed was empty and cold by the time you woke up, which didn’t surprise you.

The lack of boisterous noise coming from the children is what tipped you off.

You remain calm as your lady’s maid helps you dress for the day, swapping out your gowns for a nice riding outfit.

“Lily, where are the children?” you query the young girl.

“Mr. Shelby arranged for them to spend the day with Ada, madam. She collected them this morning.”

You rock your jaw, vexation settling into your features. He secluded you, tapered off the one distraction you wouldn’t be able to use against him.

“Thank you, Lily. Where is Mr. Shelby?”

“He’s awaiting you in the dining hall for breakfast.”

Nodding, you finish your last little bit of preparations before seeking out your husband.

Thomas was a sight to behold. He sat in the chair facing away from the window, the morning glow casting a hazy aura around him. He held the newspaper in front of him with rigidness, eyes covered with his spectacles, long eyelashes gracing his cheeks whenever he looked down or blinked.

You don’t bother clearing your throat, knowing your husband was programmed with an innate capability of being able to detect when he was no longer alone. He huffs out an exhale, flipping the pages of the paper.

Frances pulls your seat out for you and you thank her, watching as she pours you a cup of coffee.

“Shall I crack your egg for you?”

You shake your head. “No, thank you. I actually find that I don’t have much of an appetite this morning.”

“Shall I ask the cook to prepare something different for you? Perhaps you’d like some fresh fruit? We just received some apples.” Frances tries again.

You give a sympathetic smile to the older woman, always grateful for her thoughtfulness and warmth. “I’ll just have some water.”

Frances pours you a hefty glass, bowing slightly as she exits the room.

You take a quaint sip from the glass as Tommy folds the paper, tucking it underneath his plate.

“Are you sure you’re not hungry? The toast was quite delicious.”

“You sent the children away without telling me.” You place the glass carefully on the table, using the condensation to wet your neck.

“I am their father, I can make decisions about where they go.” Tommy hums, rolling his neck to finally get a look at you. Even on low hours of sleep and no makeup, you were a natural beauty. You fixed your hair up in a way that he especially liked, the pins keeping it held firmly in an ornate fashion.

“You don’t send my children anywhere without me knowing about it.” You bite back coolly.

“Well,” He claps his hands together. “I figured we could use a day to ourselves. Frances has made us a nice picnic near the edge of the garden, our horses have been saddled and for the ultimate surprise, we’ll be shooting pheasants for dinner.”

You force out a grin, swallowing down the lump that was squirming its way up your throat. “What a perfect day.”

The picnic was gorgeous and you hated the way you tore into your food after skipping breakfast. Tommy made little conversation and you obliged him for the time being, willing yourself not to disassociate.

He was setting you up. While you remained neutral about the usage of guns and their place in the house, you always refused to shoot one if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. Tommy had given you one for protection and you kept it locked in a box, stored in the back of your wardrobe. The last thing you wanted was for the kids to find it.

Maurice, a stablehand, was already stationed near the edge of the forestline, a trap full of pheasants at his disposal. Tommy hands you a shotgun and the both of you prepare them for the task. He’s the first one to shoot and achieves a few hits, your duo of foxhounds sprinting to capture them.

You check over your gun once more, ensuring that it wouldn’t backfire and injure your shoulder.

“I’ll take four.” You tell Maruice and he gawks at you before straightening his posture.

“Are you sure, ma’am?”

Raising a single eyebrow was enough to get the young man to hush, nodding his head that he understood. “Be quick when handing me the other gun.”

“On your signal.”

You raise your weapon upwards, relaxing in your stance and emitting a low release of breath.

“Pull.”

The flapping of wings alerts your senses. Watching them disperse into the sky, you aim your gun a few paces ahead, striking two birds instantly. Rapidly swapping out guns, you anchor yourself a bit before plucking off the remaining two. The dogs are happy as they trot to gather the rest of the birds.

Maurice seeks to hide his amusement but fails. “Great fucking shot, Mrs. Shelby!”

“Thank you, Maurice. Hang two of them for dinner, please.”

You don’t say another word as you set off for the stream nearby, Tommy close behind.

You strip off your shoes and socks, placing your slightly blistered feet into the running waters. Tommy takes a seat beside you, lighting a cigarette.

“Are we going to talk or keep playing the silent game?”

“You’re the one who makes speeches.”

Tommy chuckles. “You’re a great shot.”

“I know.”

“I just want to understand how a woman such as yourself swore of guns but managed to take on six armed men with the precision and execution of someone who enlisted.”

You snap your head over. “What, so you think I’m a spy now, huh? Is that it? A Soviet spy sent to crush Thomas Shelby and his empire from within? Give me a fucking break.”

“I’m not picking a fight with you-”

“But you are! That’s what this is, isn’t it? A fight that has gone on for far too long.”

Tommy goes silent, like he always does. At this point the both of you realize that you were no longer referring to the conversation at hand but what was left unsaid in between the lines. You let yourself wallow in the anger for just a few more moments before exhaling deeply.

Absent-mindedly, you pick at the tiny blades of grass, ripping and ripping until they scatter out of your hands like confetti.

“I was framed,” you start. Tommy perks up at the sound, lighting a cigarette. He attempts to pass it to you but you refuse it. “I was young, barely a teen. An orphan.”

“The New Prospects Orphanage in the Netherlands.” Tommy comments and you nod your head.

“On Wednesdays, we would take walks around the city so we could be shown what proper ladies were like. There was a girl, Claire, who would sometimes sneak in our group and walk with us. We were friends. The older girls were vile and teased her. Pushed her down a flight of stairs. She cracked her skull.”

You stop at the mention of your old friend, rushed memories of that fateful day speeding through your mind at the speed of light. You remember the blood slowly leaking out from behind her head, staining the white hair bow she wore.

“I reached out to try and grab her, if anything we would’ve fallen together but she slipped right through my grasp. I was blamed and whilst they were discussing what to do with the police, I took off.”

You look at Tommy, who was already eyeing you with precision. “I apparently made some very bad fucking enemies that day.”

He began putting pieces together mentally, filling in the gaps of his research. From what he had gathered, you were at an orphanage until you were twelve, moved to the States until you were eighteen before making your way back to London. You remained lowkey, worked jobs mostly as a secretary and lived a bland existence until he met you a few years after being back from France.

You steal his cigarette, sucking on the stick like it was the last one on earth.

“Claire came from a notable family within the Netherlands. Her brother wouldn’t stop until he saw my head on a stick. They sent people after me.”

Tommy sticks his tongue out to wet his lips briefly. “Eli Delbeke.”

“Eli Delbeke.” you repeat.

He was one of the six bodies Tommy discovered after the carnage. He knew who you were, the woman you tried to hide behind. He hunted you until he cornered you in your own house, threatened to feed your children to his dogs. Eli had sent nearly every thug, gangsta, and man for hire after you. You managed to defeat them all.

You didn't like how easy it was for you to snap someones neck, hated the way blood circled the drain during a shower.

“He knew you were going to be alone.” Tommy concludes. “He knew about the rally.”

“As far as I’m concerned, there shouldn’t be any more of them alive. I survived the onslaught. And you want to know what lesson he could’ve learned?”

You put out the cigarette beside you, coughing. “Grief isn’t good for business.”

It happened so fast that you didn’t have time to blink. The foundation was in full swing at its grand opening, members of high society swarming all around you. You wouldn’t lie and say you were thrilled to be there but this was Tommy’s moment and as his wife, you had to play your part.

Photographs were taken and you smiled politely, Alice in your arms and Oliver hiding behind your leg. The boy was utterly shy and you hated placing him in situations like this. Balancing Alice on your hip, you shoot an apologetic look at Tommy and the others, awaiting a photo op.

You brush back Oliver’s hair, trying to coax him forward. “Come on, Oli. It’s ok! We’ll smile very quickly for a photo and then we can go wait outside for daddy.”

Tommy grows impatient and grabs Oliver, taking him by surprise. He begins to sob and thrashes around in Tommy’s hold.

“Shelby family, look this way!” The photographer instructs and you all oblige. The flash goes off and the crowd around begins to disperse. A woman in a maid outfit reaches for Oliver and Tommy hands him off willingly, eager to get away from the clamoring of chatty women. You were busy adjusting Alice’s dress, setting her back down on the ground.

You look around for Oliver, noticing you couldn’t hear his cries anymore.

“Oliver?” you call out to no avail. “Oli?”

Clutching Alice’s hand, you ask around the room if anyone has seen a little boy. All people shake their heads, your panic grows more by the minute.

Polly senses your agitation. “What’s wrong, dear?”

“It’s Oliver. We just took a photo, I sat Alice down but when I looked up, he was gone.”

Polly gives you a look you know too well and your face drops. “Oh, Poll-”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.”

Polly alerts other members of the family, sending them in different directions. She then escorts you out into a more secluded area of the building.

Ada and John join you, all with forlorn expressions.

“Nobody has seen ‘em.” John reports, Ada backing his claim. She places a protective hand on your back, guiding you to sit on a bench.

“Let me hold her.” she says calmly and you reluctantly let go of Alice.

Arthur and Tommy march up to the family, fists balled and faces set like stones.

“He was seen being taken in a car by some woman.” Arthur shares, eyes downcast. You stand up abruptly, stepping a few paces away from everyone else. Breathing becomes a difficult task and you clutch at your chest.

The familiar sensation of rage and anguish sneaks upon you, digging its sharp claws deep into the fiber of your being.

Tommy folds himself over you in an endeavor to console you. “This is all my fault. I will fix it. Don’t you fucking worry, I will fix this. Those fucking Italian bastards will not get away with this. It’s going to be ok, I promise.”

You cock your head to look at your husband, the only thing visible from beneath your hat was your red brimmed eyes. A lone tear escapes and you refuse to let any others do the same.

It was if you were possessed by the devil himself.

You straighten yourself up, sniffling quietly. “Ada, give me my child.”

Ada does as she is told and if you were being more observant, you might say that Ada feared you in that moment.

You were going to see to it that whoever took your child would die by your hands.

They weren’t going to fear you as Tommy’s wife nor as a Shelby but as a fucking mother.

#thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #Thomas shelby x fem!reader #Thomas Shelby x you #Tommy Shelby x fem!reader #fic: The Wrath of a Mother

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lav-bee · 11 months

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7 Deadly Sins x Reader Headcannons

PDA in public vs private

Characters: Meliodas, Ban

❤️- read as romantic

Warnings?: Meliodas is a bit NSFW, but really when is he not?

Meliodas

- You think this man cares that you’re in public?

- NO!

- He’ll grope you regardless

- He’s gonna give you all the lovin’ and more

- Makes many sexual jokes and gestures to try to fluster you or make you react

- If you’re uncomfortable to show a lot of affection he’ll tone it down a bit if you ask

- PDA in private isn’t much different

- He will however wrap his arms and legs around your frame and cover your face and neck in kisses

- Still prefers groping though 😓

- He’ll bury his face into your chest (wether you have boobs or not) and leave hickeys

- He can and will stay there for hours just sucking while massaging your butt

Ban

- Dosen’t mind showing PDA in public at all

- Not overwhelmingly touchy

- He doesn’t care for other people’s opinions so he does anything he wants

- But again, not super touchy, he’s not naturally super affectionate

- Likes pulling you into his lap to hold you close

- Greets you with a kiss on the lips ^-^

- In private he is more romantic

- Long make-out sessions that don’t have to go any further

- Wondering hands will start at your waist and will slowly make their way down

#seven deadly sins #x reader #headcannons #seven deadly sins x reader #7 deadly sins #7 deadly sins x reader #Meliodas x reader #ban x reader #undead ban #sin of wrath #sin of greed

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hidansdarling · 1 year

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𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝔹𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤

Pairing: Satan (Obey Me!) x female reader

Content warnings: nsfw 18+ content, teasing, vaginal fingering, pussy spanking, praise, edging ig.

Word count: 1.2 k

Notes: Satan from OBEY ME NOT THE BIBLE LMAOOOOO

ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕤 𝕓𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪<𝟛𝟛

During your time in the Devildom, you knew one thing for certain;

The homework was hard.

You were already at an unfortunate disadvantage being from the human world, where they taught you how to do kinematic equations rather than Devildom law, making the knowledge you already held nearly useless to pull from.

Between unfamiliarity and your time being taken up by shenanigans the brothers pulled you into, you seriously needed to study.

Luckily, Satan was willing to help you out with your studying.

But he was going to have some fun while he did it.

You met in his room rather than the library for good reason.

You sat on his lap, your books set up on the desk in front of you, legs draped over his as his hand slipped under your skirt, your panties long forgotten on his floor.

You’d struck up a fair deal, for every question you got right, he’d let you finish, but with each one you got wrong, he’d stop. Needless to say, you quickly became each other's favorite study buddy.

You still tried to do the work you could on your own, only recruiting him for the stuff you really didn’t know. Today, you’d approached him with your homework for your Magical Potions class, only four questions left on the assignment and you had very little idea where to start with them.

“What are we starting with today, hm?” Satan said, his lips upturning into a smirk as he glanced over the list of questions, his free hand lightly brushing up and down your inner thigh.

“Potions.” You said, rolling your eyes at the thought, though the actual contents of the assignment made you feel embarrassingly warm, your voice reduced to a mumble as you continued to speak. “Specifically, um, love potions and aphrodisiacs.”

“How ironic.” He said with a chuckle, placing the sheet down next to you before wrapping his arm around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder, his voice low and sultry. “We’ll start easy, can you tell me what an aphrodisiac is?”

His fingers ghosted up your thigh, dipping under your skirt to begin lightly teasing your clit as he waited for an answer.

The mere anticipation of the moment had you wetter than you were willing to admit, you were almost embarrassed that you couldn’t hide how badly you wanted him. Every time he touched you, he left you wanting more and more of him. Surely, all you had to do was ask, but he wouldn’t let you have what you wanted without at least a little teasing.

“Um, it’s a s-substance you can use to increase s-sexual behavior.” You stuttered, waiting expectantly for his answer.

Satan loved to see you squirm, so frequently he would increase the pace and pressure with which he rubbed your sensitive bud as you spoke, the way you struggled and stuttered amused him.

“Good girl.” His low, husky voice dripped with lust as his skilled fingers worked to bring you your high. “That was the right answer.” The way he touched you always sent powerful waves of electricity throughout your body. It was as if he knew what you liked better than you did. You leaned your head back against his shoulder as your whole body shook with pleasure, biting down on your lip hard to stifle the loud moans he pulled from you.

Quickly, he brought you to your first release, allowing you a moment to catch your breath before moving on to the next question.

“Question two.” He studied the question, an amused smirk on his lips. “This one’s a difficult one. You missed class the day this material was covered.” You groaned, that fact perfectly explaining why it was giving you so much trouble.

Part of you couldn’t help but be a little excited. As much as you loved him allowing you to cum so quickly, the way he punished and edged you was delicious as well.

“What goes in an aphrodisiac?” His amusement is clear in his voice, knowing you were likely to get this one wrong. His fingers slipped back between your thighs, teasingly rubbing your slit as he coated them in your slick.

You wracked your brain for even an inkling of the answer, but you were at a loss.

“Come on, pretty girl.” He teased, gently rubbing his fingers over your aching bud. “Tell me the answer.”

“U-um..” You could almost see the page in the textbook that explained this in your head, could remember none of the words. “I-I don’t know.”

An amused laugh left him as he teased your wet cunt, giving it a light slap after you spoke, causing you to yelp. He laughed again, slipping his long, slender fingers into your sopping hole teasingly.

“That’s not the answer, darling. Looks like I’ll have to punish you.”

His pace began slow, his fingertips brushing against the deepest, most pleasurable spots inside you as you moaned for more, your body pressed back against his, your head resting back on his shoulders.

He indulged you, quickening the pace his fingers pumped in and out of your cunt, reaching down between your legs with his other hand to rub circles around your clit.

“F-fuck, Satan. F-feels so good.” You moaned, your own hands reaching up underneath your shirt to cup your breasts as he worked, rolling your nipples between your fingertips.

You couldn’t lie, it was tempting to try and trick Satan, not to bother to tell him when you were close and allow yourself to fall into that blissful pleasure ”by accident”, but you knew better than to try. Besides, Satan knew your body almost better than you did, the tell-tale signs of when you’re about to come etched into his memory. Your thighs trembled as he quickened his pace, your back arching as your orgasm built, hard and fast.

Satan loved this whole little arrangement. Teasing you like this excited him, and he wasn’t going to hide it. You could feel his hardened cock pressing against your ass as soon as you sat down. The way you squirmed in his lap as he rewarded or punished you made it so hard to wait to bury himself deep inside your pretty pussy, but he knew he had to be patient. He couldn’t give you the best reward until you finished your homework.

The way your walls fluttered around his fingers tells him that you’re barely hanging on, but he doesn’t stop yet. Satan gets you to the absolute brink of your orgasm, making you think that maybe he might let you of with this one this time.

He doesn’t.

Your body shudders as you shut your eyes tightly, your moans and whines for more reverberating throughout the room. This is a sweeter sound than Satan has ever heard, but he can’t slack on his end of the deal.

Just as you’re about to fall off that blissful edge, he stops, pulling his fingers out of you with a low chuckle.

“S-satan!” You whine, your chest heaving as the pleasure he brought you abruptly disappears.

“You know the rules, pretty girl.” He says, his tone teasing but stern. “Now, moving on to question three….”

With Satan as your teacher, you certainly had a long night ahead of you.

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demonvibez · 6 months

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[Yandere] Satan ♡

Characters: Yan! Satan x GN! Reader Rating: Mature [Minors DNI] Tags: dark content, stalking, manipulation, possessiveness, dubcon, drugging, implied violence/murder, reprogramming, spanking, smut, penetration, dom/sub, hand binding, whipping, mind control, no specified pronouns/body parts for reader Word Count: 2k+ A/N: Happy Birthday to the Avatar of Wrath! Love my lil angy demon so so much, just had to give him a yan hc ♡ Pls enjoy!

♡ Yandere Satan, who studies you like one of his favorite murder mysteries. He yearns to know everything about you - every like or dislike, thoughts, dreams, nightmares... He needs to know everything about you.

-> He slips into your room and looks through your things when you're not home, making sure to look through your private notes. He's gone through your phone once or twice - and once he gets closer to you, he bullies Leviathan into showing him how to put spyware and keyloggers on your DDD.

-> He even goes so far as to breaking into Lucifer's private study to find your file and gain every little bit of insight he can about you. Any info from your life in the human realm, and he'll take it to use to his advantage - all so he can map out the perfect plan to guide you right into his arms.

-> He keeps all of this information about you in a secret journal, cursed for his eyes only. Every single one of your preferences - whether it is your favorite foods, or music, your personal opinions, your past memories, your turn-ons, your preferred sleeping positions, what makes you smile, what makes you wrathful…anything he can find. He has it all perfectly organized in his Little Black Book of You.

♡ Yandere Satan, who meticulously plans the perfect dates for the two of you - every detail thought of in advance.

-> He pours hours and hours into researching the perfect evening together, daydreaming your reactions in his mind as he plans it all out. Sometimes his daydreams get carried away, thoughts of having his way with you dancing in his head - causing him to need to relieve himself with the pair of panties he stole from your room.

-> Sometimes the dates seem too perfect, with bizarre details you don't remember telling him about yourself. Best not to question it - he went through all the trouble to make the day perfect for you.

-> He has all of your anniversaries committed to memory - he'd certainly never forget such an important day. He has a section in his secret journal with all of your special days charted out - every little first in your relationship, and he plans dates to commemorate them all. He's sickly romantic, to the point that he may build his expectation of these events a little too high. And on the days that you don't remember these little anniversaries, his rages builds up, threatening to spill over through gritted teeth and a sinister smile - Do you not love him?!?

♡ Yandere Satan, who uses his connections to keep tabs on you - even when you think he's not there, he's got an eye on you. He's just keeping you safe.

-> Of course he is able to get his brothers to easily comply with him in regards to keeping an eye on you - since they all adore you, it isn't hard for Satan to convince them that it's in your best interest. He's the demon closest to you, and he needs this information in order to adequately keep you safe - one of the rare times in all of Devildom history that he willingly follows an order from Lucifer…or at least, that's what he told them.

-> He also has his network of spies looking after you - regardless of if you are with his brothers or not. He can't always trust them to be completely honest with all of the details of their whereabouts with you - they adore you far too much, after all. A little Grimm and a few thinly veiled threats, and Satan's spies are always trailing you in the shadows, eagerly ready to report back. Whether it is Mammon and Asmodeus getting too handsy, or the Majolish shopkeeper's eyes lingering on you for too long, Satan punishes each of them accordingly.

-> And if any of his little spies get too close to you, or so much as look at you in a way he deems unfit, his wrath will eviscerate them in the utmost agonizing ways - mercy is not his strong suit. It only takes one or two of his spies to go missing, before other demons start to get the hint and start showing you proper respect. They never address you directly, or even so much as look at you - everyone always report directly to him, and scatter quickly after, fearful that the slightest mistakes may cost them their lives.

-> The same goes for anyone his spies tells him of; anyone getting too touchy or chatty with you would suddenly disappear, and your time would slowly start being dominated by him. This even applies to your classes as well - your potions lab partner? You were told they suddenly transferred. That one group project for Seductive Speechcraft? Oddly enough, your entire group contracted some type of rare Devildom virus and had to be quarantined indefinitely - but luckily for you, your loving boyfriend was right there to help pick up their slack the entire way. He always insists.

♡ Yandere Satan, who would stop at nothing to keep you by his side forever.

-> He'll forge whatever documents needed to keep you in the realm far past the exchange program ends. He believes Diavolo and Lucifer will be none the wiser, but they do notice and ultimately let it slide - wanting nothing more than to avoid a reimagining of the Celestial Rebellion.

-> While he's manipulating documents, he takes it upon himself to alter your class schedule. What better way to keep you on a tight leash than to have you be his little shadow throughout the school day - this way he can keep you close, and continue keep an eye out for any undesirables.

♡ Yandere Satan, who insists you spend all of your time, reading with him, alone in his room.

-> He wants to fill your mind with a curated knowledge, brainwashing you into being his perfect little darling pet. Everything from dark romantic novels, blood ritual spell books, BDSM manuals...he spends hours reciting them all with you, his eager little student, perched upon his lap.

-> Despite how stern his tone may be, and the scowl displayed on his face, he secretly loves it when your attention wanes or you start to fall asleep - he loves giving you a little punishment. The way you perk up, the way his hand stings as the flesh of your thigh ripples, the way you apologize profusely with your eyes wide and promises of being a good little kitten…he just can't over how obedient you can be for him, or how much it truly arouses him.

-> It's through his lectures that he breaks you down and remolds you into his perfect little pet, your identity one of his creation. Slowly your thoughts and interests shift, so that you and him are of the same mind. He loves being able to anticipate what you're going to say next and answering for you instead, a feeling of satisfaction washing over him as you just stand there and nod along with him.

-> The use of your pact has been tested to the point where he can now take control of you, if he ultimately has to. He only truly enjoys using that in the bedroom with you, but he takes complete control of you if he feels he needs to. He wants your feelings and actions towards him to be (mostly) genuine, so he tries to keep that to a minimum.

♡ Yandere Satan, who cooks all of your meals for you, slipping a lil something extra into your food or drinks every so often.

-> Sometimes he slips an aphrodisiac into your wine, teasing you mercilessly about how needy you are for him before he fucks you raw into the early hours of the next morning. Of course you'd beg for him and his cock, don't you know he's the only one for you? Such a silly human, he'll have you whining it before long.

-> Other times, he doesn't want you to leave - so he casually slips various sedatives into your drinks or your snacks, and keeps you in his room for himself. He always teases you when you wake up, joking about how tired you always are. He makes you put on his shirt and get comfortable - you might as well make yourself at home.

♡ Yandere Satan, who starts wars with his brothers when it comes to you.

-> You've lost track of the amount of times he has destroyed parts of the house in retaliation to Lucifer's punishment of you - you've stopped trying to prevent it, lest the wrath be turned on you. You learned that the hard way one day, and now just let him interact with his brothers as he sees fit.

-> Which he certainly is training his brothers how to interact with you. Lucifer eventually begins to grow tired of the Avatar of Wrath's explosive fits, prompting him to somewhat avoid the two of you. The brothers that are more prone to showing you physical affection, well...he physically threatens them, and you start to see them reign themselves in and be more platonic.

♡ Yandere Satan, who has no idea of the difference between love and obsession.

-> He is extremely possessive of you, getting easily irritated if you accept invitations for plans with other people - why would you want to spend your time with them when you have him? He'll be having a chat with them, unbeknownst to you, and out of the blue you get a text cancelling. He holds you in his arms and kisses you as he talks about how you don't need flaky friends like them anyway - you'll always have him and he's all that you need.

-> He needs to be with you every second of every day. You're the first person in his life that's ever made him feel like this - why wouldn't he wanna spend every moment of his time with you? Not only have you been spending more time in his room, but you start to notice his insistence on keeping the gifts he gives you in his room permanently. Then, one random night while you were asleep in his bed, a mysterious fire burns down your room - and most of your belongings with it. 'No need to worry though, darling. I've got everything you need; you've already been staying here anyways, lets look at this as an opportunity.'

♡ Yandere Satan, who wears a mask around you, the ever poised and refined demon he makes himself out to be in public - it's so easy with you around after all, you have an effect that naturally calms him.

-> He does occasionally fly into a rage, but it's always in a private room with one of his targets - someone he'll be sure you never see again. The screams of his victims are like a soothing lullaby, the taste of their blood satisfying him like a delicious Demonus.

-> There are the very rare occasions in which his anger is pointed at you. He'd never raise a hand to you - he'd rather burn down the realm than truly hurt you. But he will be rough with you when he fucks you angrily - binding you with ropes, whipping you with his tail, and using your holes to his satisfaction. Don't you know that you're his to do with as he pleases? Maybe if he fucks your head empty, you'll be a more obedient little kitten for him.

♡ Yandere Satan, who will never let go once he sinks his claws into you.

-> While holding you in his arms he laments to you over the turmoil of learning to love, kissing you gently and passionately as he professes he only feels this way for you. "You must have me under some kind of spell," he whispers sweetly into your ear. He knows for a fact that you have bewitched him, even if you didn't mean to, making him feel all of these emotions that were so foreign to him before he met you. He never wants to let this feeling go - and he doesn't ever intend to.

-> He would tear all three realms to the ground with his own bare hands if it means he can keep you at his side - and you know he has the ability to do precisely that. No one is safe when they try to stand between the two of you...

"You truly are something else, kitten. There is nothing in existence that can keep you away from me."

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yourlocalstranger123 · 1 year

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Obey me! X wrath reader.

Characters; lucifer, mammon, Levi, satan, Asmodeus, beel, belphie, diavolo, Barbatos, Luke, solomon, simeon

They were in a meeting in the living room since somehow the meeting room was on fire and needed to be rebuilt.

. . .

"WHO THE **** STOLE MY **** PHONE, I SWEAR I WILL BEAT THE SOULS OUT OF YOU!"

and there was a sheep [name] standing there with pits fire in their eyes and a bleep button in their hands.

Lucifer: language!—

"SHUT YOUR PRETTY MOUTH UP, NO ONE IS INNOCENT IN HERE BESIDE Chihuahua LUKE."

*Luke with the headphones that [name] gave them*

Luke: [name]! There you are! Here, I made some cupcakes for us! :D of course I am not gonna share with those demons! Hmph.

"Aww thanks, but can you go to my bedroom for a sec. We can enjoy it there."

Luke: ok!

*shut*

Everyone:.....

"So....if someone doesn't own their actions I will bring it out."

Satan: pfft, what such scary things you can handle that can scare us demons?

*brings out a shotgun*

"Oh yeah? You still not scared?"

Satan a bit concerned: "you know I'm literally the avatar of wrath."

"Fine....I guess you choose the hard ways mother fu-"

*brings out a cat out from a magic hat*

Satan: NOOOOOO!-

"NOW FEAR ME, MOTHER *Bleep* IF YOU DONT SHOW ME WHERES MY PHONE BEFORE I *Bleep* EVERYTHING UNTIL ITS JUST DUST AND I WILL SHOVE EVERY FUCKS I GIVE FOR MY PHONE THAT YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT AGAIN!"

Solomon & Simeon & Barbatos: D- dear I can try summoning your phone! Now do please put that down.

"I will count to 10. If I don't see my phone I will make everyone suffer with my wrath and Solomon cooking."

Solomon:Hey! My cooking is not bad!

"I bet I can feed someone that is immune to poison and they still die. No, EVEN AN IMMORTAL WILL DIE FROM IT."

Everyone but Solomon: "what they say is true though."

Diavolo: Let's try talking this out-

"No."

Mammon: L- LET US EXPLAIN BEFORE YOU KILL US-

Levi: Let me say goodbye to ruri - Chan and Henry before I die!

*Beel and belphie in the background since MC knows that beel would never and belphie was sleeping the whole day.*

*later*

"How does it feel to be tied up and helpless?"

Asmodeus: quite hot~

"It will be even more hotter when I roast you to death like a chicken."

*few screams later*

*creak....*

Luke: hey [name]! You left your phone.

"That's where it was! Aww, thanks. Sorry guys! Here, let me untie it for you."

*When MC left*

Luke: be grateful I was walking pass the door and heard you guys talking about hiding their phone in the closet.

Everyone: we are.

Rule number ?¿

Never make MC mad/don't hide their phone

Unless you wanna die

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euphoricpixiee · 1 year

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#acotar #crescent city #ruhn danaan #crescent city fics #ruhn danaan smut #ruhn danaan x reader #crescent city smut #ruhn danaan fics #smut #fluff #kingdom of the wicked #wrath fluff #wrath #the cruel prince #cardan x reader #cardan greenbriar #wrath x reader

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cadiacore · 1 year

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❀。• *₊°。25 days of TS ❀。• *₊°。

hello everyone! so my wonderful friend @azriels-angels came up with a great idea of doing a countdown to solstice but with fics! It's a great idea! So, I decided (with help from Lia) that I would do it as well! Now, she will be doing hers through requests while I'm going to be using the song's "prompt"!

Now, I will mostly be writing for characters from ACTOAR//CC but there are some that are part of other fandoms just to include all of my babies. The other fandoms I will be writing for are the inheritance games, the cruel prince, red queen, and kingdom of the wicked. The prompts will mostly center around ACOTAR//CC since that's where my mind is lol.

I have all of the songs picked out but if you want to send in your favorite taylor swift song, I may just make some extras! Bonus content (kinda).

I won't be doing a taglist for this event but the event starts December 1st and so does Lia's! Go send in your requests to Lia and let's get ready for the holiday season! love ya babes!

-A

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doodle-pops · 25 days

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Dating Rog Would Include...

➽ The gentle giant is a sweetheart to begin with despite his massive stature, so no need to be alarmed anytime he’s hovering beside or behind you. It’s all in good cause since he uses his large figure to ward off any unnecessary suitors who haven’t gotten it through their heads that you are in love with him.

➽ As a blacksmith, Rog will ensure that you are spoilt every day with all the luxuries he can provide with the materialistic items. From hairpins, necklaces, bracelets, bangles, rings, circlets, anklets and so forth. Even the less flashy items that you desire, they will arrive at your doorstep.

➽ Rog is extremely attentive to everything you say and do. You speak about not having enough parchment paper, he provides. You mentioned that your flowers were having problems blooming, he contacted Lord Galdor to teach him so he can assist. Perhaps you saw a gesture another couple were performing, and you were fawning over it, he does his best to reciprocate.

➽ Despite his voice being deep, he speaks softly around you, always maintaining eye contact. A hand of his would hold yours, thumb brushing the back of your hand as he offers a tender smile while conversing.

➽ When you entered his life, you became his saviour since he had the habit of burning his hair ends often and forgetting to properly tie it up. You introduced him to fashionable, yet simple braids and updos for his time in the forge.

➽ Because he (chooses to) spends most of his time in the forge, lots of impromptu dates occur, and it all starts with you popping up after not seeing him for days or bringing him lunch or dinner. Rog becomes embarrassed that you had to take time out of your day to perform an act of service like that, yet he is grateful.

➽ When it comes to affection, at first, he acts as though he got zapped by a bolt of lightning whenever you place your hands on him. However, as time rolls by, he becomes like everyone else, a giant puppy.

➽ Call him affectionate nicknames with ‘my’ attached to them and observe how he becomes flustered. He cannot hide it even among his friends when you use the nicknames. All you will hear is a chorus of ooo’s and awe’s.

➽ You are authorised to lie atop him for the sake of not being crushed, but the horrible outcome of the decision is that you tend to roll off or he rolls. Any form of cuddling is conducted behind closed doors where he can freely be a giant puppy.

➽ Rog adores dancing with you. He finds the activity soothing and romantic. Just being close to you, holding you in his arms and feeling your head resting upon his chest or shoulder, looking into his eyes, he feels like he won the world.

➽ The two of you are frequently invited to the other Lords’ estates for dinner and parties, as well as balls the King hosts. This allows him to spend most of the night dancing and basking in your comfort and affection.

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