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lorkai · 2 years

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Voltei, neném! Adivinha quem eu sou!

Ok so the last time we spoke I told you i've been studyn really hard to improve my english, so I'm gonna give it a try and write this all in english.

Can I please request, my dear sister, for you to write a male!reader being taller than the boys, you can choose who you want to write since my simp heart love them all!

Only if you want to write this ofc!

A/N: Okay, I'm pretty sure you're either the Crown anon or the Heart anon. Anyway, yes your English has improved a lot honey, it's like a thousand times better than if we compare it to six months ago /jk. About your request I'm very undecided about who to write to when they let me choose, but after about fifteen minutes of contemplating my existence I finally chose Lucifer, Levi and Asmo. I wanted to write for Solomon and Simeon too, but I didn't know if this was going to get too repetitive, my head was already spinning about what to add for each of the characters. Anyway, I hope you like it!

Leviathan

The first time he saw you, Levi felt a little intimidated by the height difference between the two of you. But it wasn't like he cared too much about it, seeing as he has daily contact with Beelzebub and Diavolo who are much bigger than him. Levi is used to being the one to look up to see you, asking for your help whenever he doesn't reach something on the higher shelves, and even, intentionally or unintentionally, making fun of your height and his.

He's just trying to make you laugh, laugh please or he'll feel like the jokes are bad and he'll isolate himself in his room.

“Hey MC. How is the weather up there?”

“Meh, sorry. I can't hear you from down there, why don't you try screaming?"

You two are like his favorite anime characters and it makes him think you could cosplay these same characters. But he will only suggest such a thing when you have progressed from acquaintances to friends and then to best friends, otherwise he won't say anything, he doesn't want you to think he's weird for suggesting it to you.

But listen to me: Piggyback rides! You carrying him on your back or him carrying you, he is strong, he was an admiral, he will carry you especially if you say you doubt he is capable of it. It is a principle of pride, really.

All in all, he adores you and your height, even if he has to stand on his tiptoes to give you a kiss on the lips / cheeks. And your hugs are good too, so warm and comfortable that Levi could just fall asleep each time you hug.

........

Asmodeus

Compared to his brothers Asmo is the smallest of them, but he doesn't care at all about that, after all it just makes him cuter, doesn't it? So when he meets you he is shocked. Not because you're intimidating or scary, but because you have a rare and intriguing beauty and that makes him one of the brothers you have the most contact with, besides Mammon and Levi. He's trying to figure out what makes you so intriguing, after all.

And the more time you spend together, whether it's talking, doing skin care if you like that sort of thing, of course, or just hanging out at the mall, eating at restaurants, or staying home to study and watch movies together, Asmo begins to realize that he likes you, everything about you makes you special in his eyes, your voice, your personality and of course, your height. He likes all kinds of people, but tall people give him a sense of protection. He feels protected especially when you two hug or cuddle to sleep.

If you're the type of person who doesn't mind or enjoy physical contact, he'll be all over you every hour of the day, but mostly he loves to hold you and rest his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat. He finds it very relaxing. By the way, be careful, I better warn you now that Asmo has a tendency to steal your shirts to wear. They get bigger on him and as a bonus they still have your scent in them, he just loves it.

But if you don't like physical contact, that's fine too, no hard feelings. This is just one of the ways he uses to express his feelings to you, he can still shower you with compliments and use the most ridiculous lines on you to make you laugh or make you feel embarrassed. Any reaction he can get is a good reaction, honestly. It's one more reaction that he'll keep in his memory and smile on the nights he can't sleep. He also calls you pretty boy.

Depending on his mood he may ask you to get something for him, after all he is a poor demon and a small one too who can't stretch to get something from a big shelf. You wouldn't let him try in vain and even fall, would you? He is such a fragile demon, he could fall and that would be tragic! Also, please carry him on your arms or on your back, you don't want him to hurt his feet walking around, right? Don’t you love him anymore?

Ahem carry him like a sack of potatoes, please and thank you! :)

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Lucifer

He hates it. Lucifer doesn't like having to look up to see your eyes, he just doesn't, it hurts his pride and integrity. I read in another headcanon that if he could use magic to get taller than you he would and I have to say I agree. Except he doesn't even want to think about the taunts Barbatos and Diavolo would subject him to. The problem is, if he's shorter than you, how are you going to respect himt? For all he knows he might just look like an angry Chihuahua to you.

But when he realizes that this is all nonsense and that your height and his height don't change anything in your relationship, he starts to open up a little to you. He begins to see you for who you really are, with your faults and flaws, and begins to be interested in what you like. Games, sports, books, everything. He wants to know what you like to talk to you about these same things, even though he is Lucifer and you wouldn't notice the little things he's doing for you, that is if you're not paying attention to every move he plans and every word he says.

He's influential. Do you want to play football /baseball/ basketball? Done, you can play on the school team and go to competitions. Want a bookstore in your room? Done, but remember to keep the shelves always clean to avoid attracting moths. Want to get into some weird and dangerous trouble? All right, but take Mammon with you and be home before eight. Things like that, you see, he will be supporting you in everything you do and will help you every step of the way until you are able to achieve your achievement, that is, if what you are trying to achieve is not dangerous.

Don't tell Lucifer I told you this, but he would probably let you wear his coat or any of his other clothes, especially if you were in a relationship. He's subtle, handing you his coat when he notices you're cold or covering you with it when you're sleeping on the couch. But if you point out that he does such things Lucifer will blush and deny it and if you tease him too much about it he will hang you upside down like he does Mammon.

On the end of the day he loves you, it’s up to you to decide if it’s platonic love or romantic love.

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the-great-chimera · 1 year

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Mc: "Hey, azzy?:

Asmo: * painting his nails * "Yes love?"

Mc: "Would you kill for me?"

Asmo: * putsthe paint brush back in the pot* "Hmm? What?"

Mc: "Would you kill for me beca-"

Asmo: "Yes"

Mc: "Wh-what I didn't even finish-"

Asmo: * blowing on his nails while talking to them* " i would though, without hesitation. I would cleave a thousand, still beating hearts out of a thousand screaming writhing men and serve them to you on a silver platter if you so wished it."

Mc: "I- o-oh..."

Asmo: * smiles cutely* "Your enemies are my enemies, and I will give you the honor you so deserve."

....

Mc: " ...that...is the most romantic thing I've ever been told."

Asmo: "Daw, don't think anything of it, my love. Destroying one's enemies is a common thing in demonic culture. I'd do it in a heartbeat." 🩷

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house-of-daena · 8 months

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my precious experiment [afab.dottore x amab.reader]

contents: no pronouns specified, dom reader/sub dottore, nsfw, fem terms w/ genitalia, dubcon, monsterfucking, biting, blood, masochistic dottore, dacryphilia, monster anatomy, 2 c0cks, breeding kink, monster rut, belly bulge, size kink, viginity taking, oral (giving), typical dottore warnings, dottore tries to pretend he's in control, tell me if i miss anything.

꒰ hm, just some thoughts. sorry if it's kinda bad it's been a while since i've written smut, but i promise the next post will be relatively better. rqs r open btw꒱

usually, miscalculations don't happen in dottore's experiments. sure, his research hits the occasional dead end and failure is inevitable. after all, it is part of the journey to achieve his goals; without failure, how can he improve and ascend into a new realm of knowledge?

but this was unprecedented.

you were a successful result of a recent experiment the doctor had conducted. the tsaritsa wanted more power into the fatui, especially when the traveler was running rampant about. however, you were still a prototype, and due to this, you've become dottore's obedient little errand/guard dog that is at his beck and call instead.

you could talk but chose silence and actions to communicate. dottore discovered you were very easy to please; just mere praise and gentle pats on your head, and you're roaring to take on any task the doctor shall give.

but since you were so obedient, dottore never would have expected you to act out of line. he should've been more prepared for a multitude of scenarios that could put him in danger. you were a beast, at the end of the day.

a beast in heat.

looming over him, your hand pinning his wrists above his head, your body pressed against his. even though your brain was drowning in a haze of lust, you were mindful of his reactions and the profanities spilling out of his lips.

"what do you think you're doing?" he hisses through his sharp teeth, glaring at you through his mask. you only let out a deep rumble in your chest as a reply, your free hand trailing down his torso, your sharp claws tearing cuts into his clothes. "don't tell me you think i'd take care of your heat." he felt a sense of dread, an emotion unfamiliar, throughout his entire body when you let out a purr, confirming his assumption.

dottore can't fathom the idea. him, the 2nd of the 11 fatui harbingers, catering to your needs? ridiculous! it should be you who'd be pleasing him! he squirmed against your grip, kicking and thrashing against your hold. you loosened your grasp, sensing his distress, but no matter what dottore did, you were too big, too strong, for him to manage an escape.

this is the first time dottore has cursed himself for creating such a successful experiment.

as if you could read into his mind, you pull back from his neck, blinking your clouded eyes at him. you stared deeply into his soul that dottore could feel the hairs at the back of his neck stand. then, you spoke, gently and softly, in contrast to your beastly form, "do you have any precautions on an event like this?" you ask, your claws slowly digging into the tender flesh of his thigh, making him bite his bottom lip to suppress any embarrassing noise that threatens to leave his throat.

it was rare for you to speak. he'd only hear you let out small grunts when he injects you with a big needle or training with other fatui members. hearing you speak out a whole sentence sent an inexplicable shiver down his spine, and he felt his breath hitch.

when he didn't answer, too distracted by the tingling sensations on his body at the mere sound of your voice, you settled yourself between his legs and pressed yourself against his crotch. dottore's eyes widened, and he almost let out a gasp.

you were so warm against him, even when your clothes separated your skin from his. he could feel it straining and twitching against your pants and slowly rubbing yourself against him. fuck, it was dangerously big. he doesn't remember giving you something like that! somehow, the doctor struggled to think of anything else other than the heat pooling in the pit of his stomach, gulping as he tried to regain his composure.

"have you made any suppressants for me?" you inquire once more, pressing a wet kiss against his cheek as you slowly lifted him up with just a hand, letting his wrists go to wrap his legs around your waist, to which he absentmindedly complied. "or did you plan to neglect me until my heat subsides?" your lips moved languidly against his marred skin, careful at his sensitive spots and started nipping at his neck, your sharp teeth forming aching bruises.

dottore grit his teeth as his hands shakily rested on your shoulders, weakly gripping them as he tried not to get too lost in the foreign feeling burning inside of him. he has never experienced such a thing. it was quite overwhelming, especially when you just grabbed him in the middle of his work and pinned him against the wall so suddenly. "you... were very well-behaved, i— ngh! i hadn't taken into account that your animalistic parts would go as f-far as giving you a heat cycle..."

he sounded like he was a bit quizzical at your predicament, probably planning to run down some tests on you later to further understand your form. it made your heart flutter when he spoke so analytically, especially towards you. you adored the doctor so much, and he sounded heavenly when he was holding back moans and catching his breath in between his words.

"then, since you are my creator, you should take responsibility for whatever happens to my body..." dottore finally couldn't hold back and let out a small shriek when you sank your teeth onto a sensitive area on his neck, hard enough to draw blood. you relished the iron taste against your tongue, so you bit him again and again, leaving red bruising marks all over his neck and down to his collarbone. all he could do was helplessly whine at your ministrations and claw at your broad shoulders, trembling against your body as he slowly descended into madness.

the tips of his ears reddened when you let out a chuckle, holding him so close in your arms. you had barely done anything, and he was already shaking. my doctor is beyond adorable, you thought to yourself.

you were just so taken by him, could he even blame you?

so utterly debauched by his everything. his body littered with beautiful scars and marks that reminded you of blank canvases gaining life and meaning with gorgeous colors and patterns, his red eyes that could easily pierce through your beastly facade, and his scent, alluring, addicting.

you could smell him everywhere you went inside the laboratory. it doesn't help that he has multiple segments that smell just like him. it drove you crazy, it was dizzying just to breathe whilst you stood on guard with the gnawing desire that was slowly consuming you. it only greatly intensified with your heart.

you didn't understand why your instincts wanted him. it was as if it was just in your system to want him, need him. your blood boils just by having him trapped in your arms, and your body reacts too aggressively when his skin touches yours. you just want him to keep him close to you, to bury your cocks inside his holes and fill him up to the point that you know he'll have your pups.

it was maddening.

but you're a patient little pet. you have enough self-control to hold yourself back so as to not upset your owner, creator. you respect your owner first and foremost. you purr and nuzzle against his neck, peppering wet, apologetic kisses on his skin, hoping it was enough to allow you to indulge your animalistic urges and ravish him until he could only think, feel and need your cocks.

"what's your verdict, doctor?" your voice seemed to snap him out of his trance, head tilting upwards to look at you. "will you help me?"

dottore, for the first time in years, felt his heart racing. he didn't even think it was even possible anymore. it felt so odd to have you towering over him; he wanted to yell at you, to punish you for your misbehavior and perhaps deem you as a failure of an experiment. but the longer this went on, the more his body began to react so unusually...

he could feel himself throb between his legs, and he struggled to breathe. any coherent thought he had was thrown out the window, and his mind was vacant. he knew his pussy was fucking soaked, clenching onto nothing as you rubbed your crotch against his. he didn't understand why he seemed to like being overpowered so easily.

the only distant memory he could recall when he felt the same way was when he was back at the akademiya, but that was only because of his hormones, and he has never really dealt with such time-consuming activities.

but now, he can't find himself to deny you. how could he? you were practically holding him down until he couldn't move. who knows what you'd do to him if he were to refuse?

with a last attempt to not appear as pathetic as he was at the moment, he let out a shaky scoff and straightened his back. "fine," he relents with a firm tone, dazedly glaring at you, "but only to... further investigate the state your... body is in..." it was a flimsy excuse to save his ego, but it was enough for you.

you gave him a peck on the lips, and your tail began to wag enthusiastically behind you. "thanks, doc. i'll be gentle with your first time."

oh, how you adore the look he gave you. it was simply too obvious based on his reactions. oh well, his ego will be ruined into nothing later on.

archons, why did he agree?

dottore felt like he was dying. this was a pleasure he never thought of experiencing in his whole life. your monstrously long and wide tongue slipping so easily inside his pussy and stretching his insides with little concern got him doubling back. he has your head locked between his thighs, but you didn't seem to care as you relentlessly lapped at the sweet ichor that dripped between his legs and wriggled your tongue as deep as you could inside his walls.

oh gods, it felt so good. he was practically riding your mouth as his hips stuttered against the movements of your tongue. he felt like he was going to explode in pleasure, his sensitive parts that have never been explored by another quivering at each touch. the pad of your thumb rubbed incessantly against his clit, and he can't help but throw his head back, letting out such obscene sounds you never thought you'd hear coming from his lips.

your claws, which you have dulled for his convenience, buried deep into his other hole, covered in his own spit. you thrust your claws in rhythm with your tongue's movement, and he was losing his mind. it felt too good— it was like he ascended into the heavens. his body burned hotter and hotter, and his walls convulsed at the slick feeling of your tongue.

his hands grabbed hold of your horns, tugging on it so harshly as if he was about to tear it from your forehead. you could only groan at the aching feeling, speeding up your movements and making him choke on his own moans.

"f-fuck! slow down i— ahn! i-i cAN'T! OH! hgnnn..." he slurs out, his body so overwhelmed at the mind-numbing pleasure, but his words contradicted his actions. his hips moved erratically to meet your thrusts from both your claws and your tongue, clenching on them as if he never wanted to let you go.

and when you finally deemed he was ready, holes stretched out enough to take your cocks, you gripped his hips to stop him from moving. slowly, you let your tongue slide out of his cunt and your fingers leave his ring of muscles. he whined at the sudden emptiness, glaring at you with his watery, ruby eyes and scowling. "i was so close! why the hell did you-"

you easily, but gently, moved him down to your lap, allowing him to straddle you as you sit up. your tail immediately coiled around his waist possessively as you purred at him. dottore gulped when he understood what you wanted, and watched as you removed your belt and unbuttoned your pants.

okay, dottore definitely does not remember giving you two cocks. did it just develop while you were in the incubation pod? having one massive cock is already too much for dottore to handle, but two?

your tail moved his body, hovering his holes over your cocks. he jolts from how warm your cock heads were when it pressed against his holes. he grabbed your shoulder and his eyes were blown wide with panic. "w-wait- that won't fit!"

you only cooed, your hands roaming his body so tenderly as if to ease his tensed muscles. you didn't speak, but your eyes told him everything, 'we'll make it fit.'

before he could argue with you, you've already aligned yourself and slowly pushed his hips down onto your thick cocks. your girth was too much, his insides burned at the stretch as your cocks dragged against his walls as he kept sucking you in. you were barely halfway in, and he already felt like he was going to pass out.

you were nothing short but sweet to him, wiping his tears (when did he start crying?) and cooing softly into his ear. you were taking it considerably slow just for him, despite your animalistic urges telling you to just slam him down and fuck him.

dottore took in a deep breath as he wrapped his arms around your neck. leaning back and gritting his teeth, he tried to keep his body lax as you eased him down on your lengths until you were fully sheathed inside him. he raked his hands through your hair, and you immediately leaned against his touch, following the warmth of his hand.

"good beast," he utters in your ears, and he hears you trilling happily at his praise. you grabbed his face with your hand and pulled him into a kiss, tilting his head to devour his mouth. he moaned at the taste of himself that lingered on your tongue, closing his eyes.

though his praise did the opposite of what he wanted when you slowly lifted him up from your cocks until it was only the tips were inside of him, too distracted by the dizzying kiss, before slamming him down onto your lap.

dottore pulled away to let out a scream, eyes rolling back as you bounced his body up and down at your cocks. it felt like you've punched all the air out his lungs, trying to split his body in half, every time his holes takes your dicks whole again.

fuck, he felt so good. his insides felt so warm and tingly, practically carving his walls into the shape of your cocks. each thrust, he lets out these cute "ah! ah! ah!", babbling about how you're too big and that he can't take it and that he's about to break. but you were too far gone, letting the beast inside of you take control as you fuck into dottore relentlessly, again and again, burying your dicks impossibly deep inside of him.

when he looked down, he sees a small bump that disappears and reappears whenever he bounces. he looks at it in awe, drooling all over your chest and marveling at how big you are. his holes clenched impossibly tighter around your cocks, and you growled at the feeling. his gummy walls felt like absolute heaven, and you picked up your pace.

dottore was doing everything he can to not pass out. his throat was beginning to hurt from how much he was screaming and moaning and chanting your name over and over. he was seeing stars and his nails rake down the bare skin of your back, leaving marks and making them bleed.

"f-fuckk! too b-big!" he moans, trying to catch his breath, "s' good! d-don't stop!"

and you took that order to heart. even when dottore has begged you to stop, that his mind was so numb he could barely form coherent sentences, that his holes were so raw and spent from how long you've been fucking him, that he has come so many times he can't even cum anymore, yet you still continue to fuck him.

"n-no more! fuck! i-i can't- i've already cum so much- please!" he begs, vision blurry from his tears. "ahn! h-hannh! fuck im cumming again! imcummingimcumming-"

he was barely awake at this point, laying flat on his stomach as he weakly grips on the sheets for his dear life. you were not satisfied just yet, even if you've filled him up to the brim. he could feel his stomach swell with your warmth, but you only kept going, groaning into his ear and purring happily from the pleasure.

you were going to get it after you're done. he was going to make you feel the pain that even a monster like you can't bear it. he swears on it pathetically, hiccuping between airy moans. he couldn't feel his lower half anymore, but he still tries to move against your thrusts.

it was so addicting. the pleasure, the high... he will do something about your behavior later... but for now, he'll allow you to continue filling him up with your cum. he was conducting a test on the limitations of your body, after all.

#» asmo's writings #» dottore #dottore x reader #dottore x male reader #sub dottore #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #genshin smut

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btdemaru · 11 months

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Obey Me Brothers eating you out

(hc's/drabble?)

Note : demon tongue hc's and their demon forms r used!

Warnings : [GN!reader], eating out, monster tongue, NSFW so minors dni, alot of cum, overstimming, edging, brat taming (Lucifer), spanking (mammon), toys (asmo), bondage (satan).

Lucifer

His tongue would be long and the end would have a sharp shape (basically not dull flat)

He loves to shove his tongue while kissing you basically deep in your throat and he pulls away just to look at your sloppy drool-covered face

Lucifer will edge you if you're a brat to him but definitely reward you by making you overstimulated

Likes to tease until you BEG for him to put his tongue in or give you more friction

If you're feeling bratty or just want some rough sex just annoy the shit outta him or disobeying him (gl tho)

"You're acting like this on purpose aren't you?" He spoke while his fingers graze over your hole, licking it up but not giving you the satisfaction of putting it in. "If you want it so bad then..beg for it." If you did beg enough for him to put it in then be ready cause he's gonna be there until you can't even talk and your hole is bruised and puffy as his long thick monstrous tongue fucks your needy hole.

Mammon

I like to think that his tongue is almost similar to a human tongue but just longer with a piercing on the edge

Cause he's the avatar of Greed, dont be suprised that he's always greedy for your cum and wants to make a mess out of you

Gripping your thighs while he's working his way making you cum again and again

His tongue piercing makes it better cause it always rub and hits the spot that made you see stars

Chatty and dirty talks you while he's deep in, the vibration makes you go nuts (he does this on purpose 🤝)

Spanks you lightly for fun

"haah.. c'mon cum for me and me only~" his words slurred as his tongue is fully inside you and fingers are squishing and kneading your soft plushy cheeks "yeah? One more time, cum on me.. yours truly will make you feel good once more". He said again, pulling his tongue out just to bite your thighs before shoving back in and shoves his tongue in and out faster while stroking himself, cumming all over his thigh and pants staining it. Spanks your thigh multiple times before going again.

Leviathan

I think his tongue would be longer than Lucifer's and would be bright blue, definitely thicker aswell

He's so shy to do it but will obey your commands

If you guide him, he'd be determined to make you feel good and practice to make you scream and cry just from his tongue

Would grind on a pillow or something so the both of you feel good while moaning your name

Levi would try stucking his tongue so deep but is scared it'll hurt you even though silently he wants to so bad

"hmmff.. this- good..?" Leviathan said in between him slurping you, his long tongue drills itself into you without mercy, one hand on your chest while the other one is pumping his own cock wanting to catch his orgasm "close, I'm- ah shit.. close!" He said as he came all over the sheets trying to come back from the high orgasm while licking the edge of your hole. "Taste.. so good~" his face was tinted with slightly red looking away from you "again?"

Satan

Sharp tongue but not sharp enough to cut or hurt you

But slight rough on the edges compliments his sharp fangs aswell

Angry sex will occur now and then so yay to you if you like it rough

Will tie your legs onto the edge of the bed/sofa so that you're spread wide giving him alot of access

If he's angry about something or someone (lucifer 💀) he'd go longer until his anger is satiated

"mhh, fuck! Could you believe that fucker did that? Mhhh.." Satan yanks your thigh while he spoke before spitting onto your hole and dives in. "Be good for me and sit here for awhile yeah? I'm sure you can take at least.. two hours~" he laughs and slid his rough tongue inside, going slowly so he doesn't hurt you because no matter how mad he is at anything theres no chance he'd hurt you. "Mmmh" Satan starts to move his tongue in and out faster while his other hand is playing with you, flicking and pinching it lightly. Stops when he knows you're about to cum "not yet. be patient."

Asmodeus

I think asmo has multiple tongues (like tentacle-ish almost)

Asmo will beg you to experiment with his tongue, maybe he shoves his tongue in you while he abuses you with a vibrator or your tip/clit

Will do this for hours until he's satisfied

Uses multiple toys on you

"please let me use it!" He begged as he holds a vibrator in his hand while still in between your legs. Asmo started to turn on the vibration and slightly pushing it in your hole before licking the rim "see~? Feels good doesn't it" he took it out making you whine at the loss of action, before you could even complain he shoves his big tentacle-like tongues in you. It hurt, of course it did there were multiple of them. "Hehe~! I'm sure it doesn't hurt that bad..!"

Beelzebub

Just his tongue can make you cum multiple time ughh

His tongue has a little edge sticking out, like satan's sharp edges but they're dull and squishy

The texture is like any normal tongue but big and thick whike sort of flat and not sharp at all

He'll eat you out until he's full (which is never) or when it's in the middle of the night and he's hungry

"m'still hungry..let me eat more.." he said while you're already extremely overstimulated from cumming countless of times from his tongue, he doesn't even need to use his fingers. "Tasty...so..hungry..." Beel spoke while shaking his head sideways on your hole just to make your wetness splash everywhere, his face and his neck covered in juices and spit. He could go til the sun rises again and he would still be hungry and wanting more of you "look how red and puffy it became..mmmhh" if you tried to push his head off from your already bruised hole he'd force your legs to lock his head and shoves his tongue in again.

Belphegor

This is just what i imagine but i think his tongue would be..dry because he sleeps most of the times not getting enough water

Probably has a beige sort of color to it, and isn't really as big as his twin but enough to pleasure you

He'd insist on you sitting on his face because that way he can lay down while eating you out

Lazy smexy time? Hell yea

"press more.. i can take it" he says while trying to make you sit on his face even harder, silently he wants you to use his face like nothing but a toy for yourself and you only. He lazily shoves his tongue making you grind on it yourself in a teasing manner "if you want it so bad..then hurry" belphie smirks under you while licking and lapping your juices up.

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bloodynectarine · 1 year

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Boiling point

After weeks of holding himself together and setting clear boundaries, only for them to be broken over and over again, MC snaps.

tags. male mc, post-lesson 16, belphie is his own trigger warning, angst, ptsd, mild violence, hurt and comfort.

notes. i don't want therapy, i want revenge. everyone got over belphie killing us way too quickly, and i find it frustrating. you know what would be really fun? to punch belphie. love him, but the amount of serotonin he would bring into my life if i could just… punch him once. a boy can dream.

Dying and somehow living to tell the tale was not exactly in your plans when you decided to help the demon stuck in the attic.

Sure, you knew it was dangerous and sure, you understood it was a gamble. But you never quite got that your life was at stake until you felt Belphegor's cold grip around your neck and your vision started to get fuzzy at the edges.

Oh, you thought, with startling clarity.

I'm going to die.

You may still be here, but no, you did not survive Belphegor's wrath and hurt. The sensation of phantom hands pressing down your throat never quite left you.

And Belphegor is nothing but a cruel reminder of the night you died.

First, comes the terror. Even with the pact to protect you, in the days following the event, you can't help but freeze every time Belphegor is in the same room.

As you get used to his presence around the House of Lamentation, as he insists in siting next to you during breakfast and in holding your arm on your way to class, the terror slowly subsides, opening way for a different, less familiar feeling.

Annoyance. Anger. Borderline rage.

Who does he think he is?

Who does he think we are? Best friends, family?

“Belphegor…”, you call for the demon that's already laying on top of your lap, with a tense smile hanging from your lips.

This week's movie night was held in your room. It was one of the rare occasions in which all the inhabitants of the House of Lamentation were present. Even Lucifer is here, looking comically out of place, regal and all seriousness, as if he were in the middle of a meeting and not watching a three-hour-long romance anime film.

Mammon got off from his “rightful place” (“DIBS”, the demon of greed shouted as soon as you sat down, throwing himself across your lap), to rip the remote control out of Levi's hands, who kept rewinding the same scene over and over again (“It's really important for the plot!!!”).

And in the middle of the squabble, Belphegor appeared out of nowhere to climb into your lap, and just. Cuddle.

At your call, he looks up and blinks lazily at you, with his big eyes and his messy bedhead. And the image should be endearing, really, but your chest feels cold, and you can feel your limbs locking in place. You feel trapped, uncomfortable. Ah, it's fear.

“I need. A bit of space. Could you sit somewhere else?”, you manage to let out, and your voice is the only sound in the room. Quarrel and movie long-forgotten, everyone is watching the two of you. Beel was the one who took over and put the film on pause.

Belphegor blinks the drowsiness out of his eyes. His brow furrows, just a little, and if anything, he looks put off by the question, a little lost.

“I don't want to sit anywhere else. I know Mammon was here just seconds ago, but I'm a better cuddle-partner than him anyway. You can ask anyone.”

And he doesn't move. He lays his head against your chest with a yawn.

“I don't…” want to be close to you. You stop yourself from uttering those words, mindful and considerate, truly doing your best. You don't want to lie either, so you decide to play around with the phrasing. “I'd rather you gave Mammon his place back. Or, you know what? I can change seats myself.”

Your tone is as lighthearted as you can manage, and you start to get up from the couch, with Asmo, who's sitting next to you, moving out of the way to give you the space that you need. The space you very specifically asked for.

But Belphegor's weight is heavy against you and traps you in place. Not only that, but his hand reaches for your arm and pulls, looking at you with the same bewildered expression as before, genuinely confused. When you fall against the couch, still under him, you're reminded of how strong he is. Of how weak you're in comparison.

“Oi, Belphie. No one is better at cuddles than me”, says Mammon after a too long pause. “And of course he wants to be with the great Mammon, everyone does. Now move, we still have, like, two hours left of the movie and if we don't finish it tonight, Levi is going to complain all week.”

Levi, who would normally jump into the conversation to defend himself, is barely visible, half hidden between Beel and Satan. His eyes dart between you and the hand that's holding your arm.

“Well, we are already so comfy, so I won't get up”, you wonder who “we” is. Belphegor talks lazily and moves the hand that isn't holding you in a dismissing manner, as if this was not more than a bothersome request, interrupting his nap for nothing.

Your teeth grind together, and there it is, once again. The ugly pressure that holds your gut in a tight grip, the heavy discomfort in your throat. Once foreign, but now you can tell it apart so easily. Anger.

“Belphegor. You heard him already.” This time, Lucifer is the one talking, and he sighs as he gets up, coming closer in an attempt to pry him away from you.

“Oh, please.” Belphegor rolls his eyes, clearly irked by Lucifer's intervention. “We are okay. Right?”, he looks back at you, and this time around his voice is filled with doubt, bordering hopeful, searching for something in your eyes.

“We aren't.” At last, you say it, flatly, and it comes out sharper than you intended, if the way Belphegor flinches and Asmo whimpers is any indication. You're tired, what little patience you have left is quickly running out thanks to the stubborn remarks and your words falling on deaf ears. “Let me move.”

The demon on your lap has the gall to look affronted, hurt. His bewildered expression does nothing more than increase the feeling already boiling deep within you. You can feel Satan's eyes boring in your cheek, but you refuse to look at him.

“Hey… Relax”, Belphegor mutters, now looking a little concerned too. For you. He's worried about you, and yet he still won't get up. “Are you okay? What's wrong?”

What's wrong.

What's wrong?

You're so taken aback by the question that by the time you react, his hand is already on its way to hold your cheek.

The most violent of flashbacks comes through you, a whiplash that hits you with the force of a truck. His handprints on your neck, trying to catch your breath, feeling cold all over, with the only warmth coming from your own blood ringing loudly in your ears, flowing right next to his voice, so full of hatred.

You can't freeze this time around, you need to move, you need to run, you need to do something, anythi--

“Belphie, I don't think you sh--” Satan tries to warn him, but it's too late.

By the time Belphegors fingertips touch your cheek (and this time they're warm, not dead-cold, you notice with surprise) your fist is already hitting against his nose, punching him right in the middle of his face, with a force you didn't even knew you had in you.

Not that you've ever done it before, but you can imagine this is what it feels like to hit a wall. Your hand hurts and goes numb.

The impact pushes Belphegor against the cushions, his hands flying to cover his nose. And any other day it would have been impossible, your punch would never land (he's that much faster, that much stronger), but right now he was so worried about you, so desperate to stick by you. His guard was as down as it will ever be.

His nose is bleeding, you notice, at the same time as Asmo gets up with a gasp. Levi shrieks in the background, and Mammon let's out this weird noise, a mix between one of his “Oi”, your name, and a scream.

Everything stands still, and, to your credit, you're just a shocked as everyone else.

With the punch, all anger has left your body, and now you're just a bunch of nerves, looking at Belphegor with big eyes. Belphegor looks back at you, so shocked, and you suddenly feel like crying. Oh, how much you hate being an angry-crier.

Satan is the one that breaks the silence, with a heavy sigh. “Told you so.”

Beel comes next, taking two steps in your direction but stopping when you raise your palm. You're trembling, but you come close to Belphegor all the same, refusing to back down.

“Asshole.” It's the first thing you say, and defying the impossible, Belphegor's eyes grow even wider as you tower over him, kneeling on the couch.

“Are you deaf? Wasn't I clear enough? Loud enough?”, and when you raise your fist in the air, Lucifer approaches, but all you do is gently punch Belphegor's chest. Again and again. “I told you to move. Several times. And still, you didn't. I was… I was dying of fear, and you weren't moving.”

“You, inconsiderate shit.” Punch. “You, deaf moron.” Punch.

“You… Stubborn cow.”

Belphegor has let the blood simply flow across his face, and now he's kneeling in front of you, holding his own hands, the same surprised look on his face.

And that's that.

You let your arms fall with a groan and simply sigh. For Diavolo, violence really isn't for you, you are so tired.

“S-Should we separate them?” Levi asks in a trembling voice, frantically waving his hands, unable to decide whether to approach or flee.

“No. He has more to say.” Satan gently holds Levi's wrists, and waits.

That's when you realize that yes, you got more to say. In fact, you've had something to say for way too long, and now you're dying to get it off your chest.

“I gave you my trust, and I knew I was being childish and reckless in doing so, but all I wanted was to help. I cried for you, I felt for you, and I did everything I could to be by your side even though all I had to offer was just. Just me. Mortal, human. And in response, you killed me.” Belphegor recoils at your words, but you go on.

“It hurt. It still hurts, even now. Sometimes I see you and all I can think about is your betrayal.”

Belphegor looks down, biting his lips, in silence. You can see his hands shaking, and you remember your talk under the stars, his eagerness when he offered you a pact. When he gave you the control you needed. His hands were shaking back then, too.

With a groan, you reach out to hold his chin, lifting his face. You take the long sleeve of your pajamas and begin to wipe the blood running down his chin, across his lips. Slowly, with care.

Your fingers run through his hair just to be able to look directly into his eyes. He looks anxious, fearful, and you know that your next words have the power to break or mend his heart.

So you decide to, once more, open yours and leave the rest in his hands.

“I don't hate you. And this isn't me cutting our ties. I understand your pain, I really do. Please, understand mine.”

Your thumb caresses over his forehead. Carefully, gently.

“I need time. I'll let you know when I'm ready.”

Belphegor inhales and exhales deeply, holding your gaze. Slowly, but surely, he takes your hand between his, from his forehead to his lips, leaving the lightest of kisses against your palm. You feel the pact mark that binds you together tremble and sing.

“I'm sorry. For the pain, for my insistence, I just… Wanted to be close. I need to be close. I'll wait for you.”

Straightforward as ever. But you are struck by the sincerity in his voice, in his eyes, and this time around it takes you no more than a second to nod.

“Right. Be good and wait for me.”

Unable to resist, you pat his head, just as you would to a small, rebellious child. He's the baby of the family, after all. He groans, and you laugh, feeling so much lighter. And unbelievably tired.

By the time you remember that you're not alone in the room and turn around to placate the others, you make eye contact with Satan.

He's looking prouder than ever, the little smile on his lips telling enough. “Go on”

The brothers needed no further prompting to launch themselves at the two of you, a jumble of limbs and shrill voices.

“MC, that was, as usual, reckless. From now on, fist fights are forbidden in and out of the house. Evade further conflicts.”

“B-But wasn't MC so cool?!?! Belphie is so much stronger, but he was down with one punch! W-way too op, MC!!”

“Oi! Human, how dumb can ya be?! Tell me before you go around punchin' demons, I can punch them for ya!”

“I knew you were good at controlling your anger, but I never imagined that much. You are full of surprises.”

“Belphie, gosh, your clinginess finally got you in trouble, mh? Your surprised face was so cute! Do you need concealer?”

“Belphie, does it hurt? Do you need ice? We have popsicles in the freezer… Wait, I ate them all yesterday, sorry Belphie… Do you want me to go and buy more? MC, which flavor would you like?”

“We are good, Beel.” Belphegor answers, still looking at you. “Right?”

You laugh at his not-so-subtle search for assurance, and your chest feels astonishingly full. “We will be, for sure.”

Movie night turns right into a sleepover after that, as every single one of the demon brothers refuses to leave your room. Lucifer might roll his eyes, but he still settles on your couch, right next to Satan.

And for the first time in weeks, you're able to close your eyes and rest, feeling safe and at home.

ao3 ― writing tag

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white-sinner · 10 months

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Seven brothers and their boyfriends

fifth born Asmodeus and male vampire reader

Smut

💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜 oh my devildom you two would be one of the most envied couples, and how can you deny it? Asmodeus and our dear M/N if with satan it could be said that it was like a fairy tale here it can be said that it is a mixture of porn and sweetness

when you two met for the first time you realized he was a bit narcissistic but, on the contrary, he was struck by your vampire traits especially by your very sharp teeth and your very brilliant E/C

when you arrived at HOL he didn't invite you, he DRAG you into his room to make you make videos with him, skin care try on clothes now even his live chat asks for you to be present and under his posts his fans they write that they love how your two styles are so different but come together to form a perfect pair

Asmo never misses a chance to flirt with you and of course being the avatar of lust he is sure you will be his and even if you had suitors they would back down knowing they have no chance against Asmo

The brothers are gone now they can't stand hearing Asmo talk 24/7 about how you two would make a perfect match

finally when you two got together EVERYONE breathed a sigh of relief

as for appointments .. we are talking about Asmodeus what can you expect: shopping dates, parties, make overs .. baths with candles, long evenings of sex, flirting, he who sends you photos while you are in class as Simeon would say UNHOLY

Asmo loves how his demon form style matches perfectly with your vampire style

when you two fight? no one can be in the same room while you argue usually you apologize if it's minor even when he's flirting with other demons being that anyway you understand that it's his sin anyway and he can't control it but when things are more serious and you don't apologize Asmo gets worried and comes apologizing crying

during your first month anniversary you brought him some vampire clothes as a gift that he absolutely adores now it was one of his favorite items of clothing

the matching clothes you give him

SMUT

you were looking for bags of blood to buy from akuzon even though you were similar to demons you were not the same

“M/N what are you doing?”

“not now Asmo I'm looking for some blood bags to buy "

“Tck How many times do I have to tell you that you don't need that crappy low quality stuff when you can drink my sweetest blood!”

said that he took the phone from your hands

"HEY!"

“no come on you can drink mine you know I like it don't you want to make your beautiful boyfriend happy?”

"ok where do you want me to bite you?"

"here"

said Asmo pointing at the corner of the neck

"you know that point is very sensitive right?"

"..."

he didn't say anything I just look at you smiling and with shining eyes

after you reached for his neck biting his neck he moaned and when you were done he held your arm with desperate eyes saying he wanted more

your cock was going in and out of him as you kept biting him all over Asmo loved it it was one of his dirty fantasies, after a while you started to go faster making him see Belphie's dream stars and he start moaning and whine louder not giving a damn about the others who were in the other rooms after your eleventh orgasm you washed him gently and placed him on the bed and you two fell asleep

needless to say the other brothers were dead tired in the morning even belphie hadn't been able to sleep

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brenbofen · 8 months

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oh god i have this idea.. rqs open right?? feel free to ignore this if it isn't but

imagine being akademiya!zandik's bf ,, but you notice a certain someone (sohreh) all up in zandik's business recently. you can tell he's annoyed by her but you certainly don't like it when she hooks her arm around his and he doesn't do anything about it since youre out in an expedition... yeah you can see her being fairly attracted to zandik, and you're not jealous! you know zandik by heart, but you honestly just told zandik you're jealous as an excuse to fuck him on the place where they planned to have a picnic, and he knows it GDSAD... yeah, imagine her surprise seeing her small crush getting fucked by his bf + being the last thing she sees before, well... 'getting attacked by rishboland tigers'

yeah thats all, take your time and have a good day ❤️ i too am starved of dottore content (hopefully i can push out ur request soon enough if youre that one anon i have :3)

Poor Timing ♥︎

Sub Akademiya Dottore x Dom Male Reader

Broadcaster Message - Bweeheheeh, this is such a good concept, i was just thinking about it!! also if ur talking about ur 📺 anon, that is me teeheee (> ^_^ )> i kept writing, deleting then rewriting this cause i dint know how i wanted to do this prompt 😭

Notes 🗒️ - Sub Akademiya Dottore, Dom Male Reader, Sohreh is present for the first half, Reader is called Zandik’s boyfriend, Dottore is called Zandik, Established relationship, Public sex??, Murder, Injury and blood mentioned, Nothing insanely graphic, Sohreh watches you fuck Dottore while she bleeds out on the ground, lmao, Reader is kinda mean and possessive, so is Dottore,

You noticed how close Sohreh was to Zandik, her arms always snaking around his, how close she would stand next to him, always trying to grab his attention. Of course, he only seemed annoyed by it. There had been a number of times you and Zandik would be holed up in your shared tent, his hands flying wildly in the air as he complained about the girl, and yet he never made of move to push her away.

And now you were gawking at Zandik as if he told you something insane, and well, he had!

“I said Sorhreh invited me to a picnic with her during lunch and I plan to go.”

You pressed your lips into a fine line as you tugged on the sleeves of your uniform, “Why? You hate her!” You whisper-yelled, making sure no one passing by would hear you. Zandik shrugged, turning to neatly place his papers and books into his bag. “She planed to do so near some ruins I wanted to explore, it would be convenient.” You groaned at Zandik’s words, leaning against the table he had his things placed on.

“You could explore the ruins with literally anyone else, or even by yourself! You don’t need Sohreh as an excuse to go there.”

Zandik stared at you, his bright red eyes making you shiver from how blank they seemed. “Are you…jealous?” Zandik gave you a teasing smirk, tilting his head as he analyzed your body language. You crossed your arms, debating if you should lie to Zandik or not. If you did, maybe he would finally ignore the girl, but he could also easily see through your white lie. You shrugged, “Maybe a bit,” was all you said, just a simple lie to see what Zandik would do.

Zandik hummed, still giving you an eerie smile. “I do hope you know I have no intention of furthering this relationship with Sohreh.” You watched as Zandik closed his bag, grabbing your hand and giving it a quick squeeze, “I’ll be back later.” You frowned as Zandik walked away from the camp, mulling over the many thoughts in your mind as he disappeared into the forest.

You rolled your eyes, wallowing in your own thoughts for a bit, chewing on your lip as you thought. You eyed Sohreh walking off in the same direction as Zandik, a cheery grin on her face. You ultimately decided to follow them into the forest. Perhaps you could have a bit fun when you caught up with the two of them.

It took you a bit to catch up with them, but you soon found Zandik stood over an injured Sohreh, her gaze fearful as Zandik examined her body. She was actively bleeding, Zandik poking and prodding a large gash on her abdomen. Sohreh noticed you and choked on the saliva and blood pooling in her mouth, trying to call out to you. Zandik turned around and stared back at you, a smile forming on his face at the sight.

You walked closer to the shivering form of Sohreh, crouching down to look at her injuries. “What happened to her?” Zandik smiled so sweetly at you, you knew he was the one who put her in this condition, from the blood that covered his hands and the bruising around her neck, you knew he did this. “She was attacked by rishboland tigers.” You could see the desperation in Sohreh’s eyes as he tried to shake her head, give you some kind of sign that he was lying. Though, you already knew this.

You leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of Zandik’s head, threading your fingers through his hair, “Maybe this will teach her a lesson,” You smiled down at Sohreh, some kind of giddiness pooling in your stomach at the sight of her fearful expression. Zandik really was a bad influence on you.

“I’ve read your notes Sohreh.”

You spoke softly as you walked over to her body, removing the jacket of your uniform and ripping off the sleeves, pressing the fabric to her wounds. “I’ve seen what you’ve said about my Zandik. He really is handsome isn’t he?” You tied pieces of fabric around Sohreh’s smaller wounds, pressing chunks into her deeper ones before propping her up against a tree. “Don’t go dying on us yet, I want to have a bit of fun and I want you to watch.” You stood up and took a moment to look over Sohreh, making sure all her wounds were effectively covered.

Sohreh’s breathing was shaky was you walked over to Zandik, taking his hands in yours, watching as you pressed gentle kisses against his face.

You were both insane, and she was going to die in the middle of no where with two utterly mad people.

You hummed as you sloppily pressed a kiss to Zandik’s lips, hands cupping his cheeks gently. “You really ought to be more careful my love, what if someone else found you both here?” You pressed your forehead to Zandik’s, relishing in the cries and choked pleas Sohreh let out. “I could’ve dealt with it.“ Zandik kissed you, his bloodied hands resting on your hips as he gently swayed, humming softly against your lips. “Now, what was it you wanted Sohreh alive for?” You grinned wildly at Zandik, leaning forward for another kiss.

Sohreh wished she was dead. She wished she had never been paired with Zandik. She was currently sat against a tree, unable to move because of her injuries, forced to watch you fuck Zandik.

You had him on the picnic blanket Sohreh brought, face pressed into the ground and ass up, you behind him, drilling your cock into his hole. “Bet this isn’t what you were expecting, Sohreh.” You turned Sohreh and gave her a big grin, “Watching your crush getting dicked down by his boyfriend during what was meant to be a sweet picnic date.” You snapped your hips against Zandik, ripping a moan from him.

His back was so beautifully arched, drool spilling down his chin as he babbled nonsense. Neither of you cared if anyone found you, or cared that Sohreh was watching, you only cared for each other. Zandik groaned at the feeling of your dick stretching him out so perfectly. He hated to admit that he missed your touch during this expedition, he so badly wanted you to kiss him, showed him with your affections, he just hadn’t expected it to happen like this.

Zandik turned his head so he could look at you, face pressed against the blanket beneath him. “Hahhh- Were you r-really so jealous you had to follow me here?” Zandik teased you, voice wavering and speech slurred, “A-and just so you could fuck me—! Y-you’re so n-needY AHH-“ You pulled out completely then stuffed your full length into Zandik, effectively shutting him up. You both knew you weren’t actually jealous, that your statement was just a little white lie, but that wasn’t going to stop you from using it as an excuse to fuck Zandik, nor would it stop Zandik from teasing you.

You relishes in the sweet moans and whimpers spilling from Zandik’s lips, your Zandik’s lips. You moved your hands to pull at his aching cock, a shrill moan being ripped from Zandik. “Look at how quickly you fall apart under me~” You tugged and pulled in Zandik’s dick at a similar pace to your thrusts, smearing his pre all over his shaft and abdomen. “You’re so adorable.” You laughed at the whine Zandik let out, leaning forward to continue to whisper small praises to him.

You weren’t quite sure how long you had fucked Zandik, how many orgasms you had wrung out of him, his poor dick only able to sputter out small amounts of watery cum onto your hands. You had filled Zandik to the brim, his tummy almost appearing bloated from how much cum you had stuffed into him, each thrust some would spill from his hole.

Sohreh had gone quiet, her gaze cloudy as she stared blankly at the ground, you honestly didn’t care. You moved so you now had Zandik in your lap, with you sitting cross-legged on the picnic blanket. “You think it’d be more believable you were attacked if you had a limp?” You teased, Zandik forcing out a scoff at your words as he leaned back against you.

You looked up, seeing the sky was a beautiful orange hue. Just how long had you been gone? You rested your chin on Zandik’s shoulder, humming softly to yourself. “Ready to head back?” Zandik nodded, stumbling slightly as he stood up and reached for his uniform. You wondered how you were going to explain this to your Seniors.

#📺 brenbofen’s stories #Vincr chats with asmo #writing #dom reader #male reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x male reader #sub genshin impact #sub dottore #sub dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore x male reader #this is kinda rushed #cause i just wanted to get this out #vince chats with asmo #sorry :((

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addicted-to-morally-grey-men · 3 months

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Is it just me or this pic of asmo gives the delulu and obsessed yandere vibes?

Like if asmo was to be a yandere, he'd totally be a delulu and guilt-tripping one for sure 💀

#yandere obey me x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #male yandere #obey me #obey me shall we date #om! shall we date #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #yandere #yandere asmodeus #om! asmodeus #yandere asmo #yandere asmodeus x reader #obey me mc #random thoughts

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covexation · 11 months

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nsfw thoughts (asmodeus from obey me hcs)

sighs i love fantasizing about a like quiet attractive angel mc (THAT IS A MAN…) and asmodeus together so that’s what this is gonna be abt kinda 🙏🙏🙏

some cute things like showing off your beautiful wings to him,, she thinks their so hot

he thinks the quietest guys are the hottest (one reason being that she can go on and on about how amazing she is and they won’t tell her to shush)

BUT some other silly things like destroying her pussy in your angel form and him in his demon form RARRGHGHFHFHGGHH

fill her up with your babies <3

make her deep throat your cock; when you cum on her face, make sure you rub your seed on his lips like homemade chapstick!!!

make her thank you after every time she cums 🗣️🗣️ you didn’t do all of that just for him not to thank u !! (ps: slap his ass when he doesnt say it right after she cums)

choke her omfg,, he gets so turned on by it

put toys in him before you guys go out SHE GETS SO WET JUST AT THE THOUGHT OF A TOY IN HER IN PUBLIC

SORRY I HAVENT BEEN POSTING LATELY I HAVE END OF SCHOOL SHIT AND WHATEVER BUT HERES MY GAY THOUGHTS MWA <33

#obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me x male reader #asmo x male reader #asmodeus x reader #covexation

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toastermoth · 4 months

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playfighting hcs with obey me brothers? them with a mc who is always playfighting, over the smallest matters, mc just finds it funny

Playfights OM!Brothers x GN!Reader (Can be seen as platonic or romantic)

I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind anon :( ALSO ASMO USES ANY PRNS IN MY STORIES!! EDIT: HEY I POSTED THIS EARLY ACCIDENTALLY SO YEAH- IT'S FINALLY DONE THOOO

Lucifer: 1st Born

He finds it annoying at first

One day he's doing his work and you ask for his advice and he blows you off

"Y/n I need to get this work done."

Insert you making this face -> 0:<

Next thing he knows he's pushing you with ONE FINGER while you're trying to climb on him

Now that was at first, eventually he finds it amusing especially since he has the height advantage over you

Occasionally he'll take a break from his work and playfight with you

He doesn't try to do anything drastic since he also has the strength advantage over you (He's a literal fookin demon-)

Sometimes will let you win just to see the satisfaction on your face

"Okay okay you win Y/n."

"HELL YEAH I WINNN!!"

He finds it very cute when you win and will overtime make it harder for you to keep challenging you

Will never admit it but he always finds it fun for him and for you.

Mammon: 2nd Born

He'd probably the the person you playfight the most with

And most of the time it isn't you who makes the first move it's HIM

But when you do initiate it he will hold some restraint because he doesn't want to hurt you but will play more rough with you than Lucifer.

"OWW OKAY I SURRENDER YOU CHEATER!"

"IT'S PURE SKILL MAMMON I REIGN SUPREME!"

"REMATCH ME RIGHT NOW THIS TIME I'LL WIPE THAT SMUG SMILE OFF YOUR FACE! YA HEAR ME?"

His face looks like this when you beat him -> ):<

Probably will play dirty like sitting on your back when you're down, tickling you, ect.

So you're also gonna need to play dirty >:)

Tickle him and you will 90% of the time win-

He likes playfighting especially when he gets a rise out of you and challenges you or you challenge him to multiple rounds

Has fun even if he loses and will always think of it as a way to get closer to his human

Levi: 3rd Born

Tbh would playfight you the least next to Asmo.

Poor boy would be too scared he'd hurt you :(

If you'd initiate it he'd feel more comfortable and wouldn't do anything drastic maybe only tickling

Overtime however he'd probably be more up to doing things! (Only if you do them first-)

"HAHAHA- Y/N I GIVE!! TICKLES SO MUCH!!!"

"I REIGN SUPREME!!!"

If you beat him in a game one he usually wins at, he will playfight you first when you're never expecting it.

"FLAMING LEVICHAN TACKLEEE!"

"Hwa- LEVI WHA-"

Insert you being tickled profusely with Levi not letting up

Would get embarrassed after your playfight session usually-

He's very happy and feels special when you playfight with him, even if you do it to the rest of the brothers he still feels special knowing he has a friend that he can playfight with.

Satan: 4th Born

Would probably be one of the meanest when you playfight-

When he's at school or reading he'll probably just blow you off

However if you and him are just at the house of Lamination he will happily playfight with you

He can go easy on you, but chooses not to so expect most of the victories to be his

"CMON YOU CAN'T JUST BEAT ME THEN USE ME AS A READING CHAIR-"

"If I recall you're the one who started this playfight and I won by sitting on you when you were down. I'm simply taking advantage of this opportunity."

Probably would be the smuggest motherfucker out of all of them-

He would let you win sometimes however

"Haha! The victory is yours, I am at your mercy Y/n."

"WOOOO VICTORY IS MINE!!"

Has one time forgot he was sitting on you and you had to punch his leg to get him to get off of you so you don't break your fookin back-

Since he usually is knife and neck with Lucifer he never really saw the use in 'playtime' but loves the times when you choose to playfight with HIM and he'd definitely warm up to it quickly.

(I love Satan sm-)

Asmo: 5th Born

Would playfight the least since they think that it'll ruin his beauty

After a while and lots of small tacklings he'll playfight with you!

"heyyyyyy SURPRISE ASMO!!!"

"WAH- Oh you rascal come here you!!"

Since she doesn't want to be seen as a 'brute' he doesn't really fight you- mostly just play around by tickling you or like Satan will sit on you and test makeup on you!

However if you win expect a very cute giggly Asmo

"Okay you win I lose! I'll do whatever you want now sweetie!"

Also would probably be the most fair-

if you lose he gets to do whatever they want to you (Usually makeup and fashion shows)

If he loses they'd let you do anything to her

Even though the fights may not be 'pretty' they still mean a lot to Asmo and they know it means just as much to him as it does to you.

Beel: 6th Born

The gentle giant of the brothers and wouldn't do anything to hurt you

Even tickling would make him nervous :((

Does that stop your chaotic ass? Nope!

However he does see sometimes playfighting as a way to get stronger physically and but he still gets nervous at least the first few times.

"Hey Beel guess what? "

"Hm yea y/n- WHA-?"

"FLYING Y/N ATTACKKKK!!!"

He quickly warms up to it tho and eventually goes along with it tho he does sometimes the same things as you-

"Hey y/n?"

"Yes Beel?- WAITWAIT I CAN'T CARRY YOU-"

So if you do that to him and win he will do that to you and win (question mark?)

Will playfully wrestle you too over time (he lets you win tho because he's awesome)

He cares about your wellbeing physically but also mentally and if you find it fun then he's alright with it!

Extra: One way to win quickly is if you climb on him and basically ride his shoulders-

"I'M THE TALLEST IN THE WORLDDDD!!! ME AND BEEL WORLD DOMINATION!!"

Belphie: 7th Born

He will act annoyed and will not playfight... unless you challenge him.

"Well I guess you're too scared to face me Belphie!"

"Is that a fucking challenge?"

Expect most of the playfighting to take place on bed or couch. He needs to be on something squishy and comfy (and so do you because fluffy blankets and pillows)

Lots of wrestling and pillow fights-

"HAHA I WI-" *insert you hitting him right in his face with a pillow*

He'd probably playfight you the 2nd most because he will fight you over everything.

Poke him? You get hit with a pillow.

Try to wake him up? Expect to be wrestled down and a snuggle buddy.

Hit him with a pillow? You will get hit with two pillows on either side. Do not underestimate this man with pillows.

If you lose expect to be slept on and if you win then you'd have to drag him to wake him up-

He may act like he doesn't enjoy it, but him seeing how much fun you have can't make him but smile at how much fun he's having

OKAY HI THIS TOOK FUCKING FOREVER. I APOLOGIZE </333

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followmybones · 2 years

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Thinking about Asmodeus being excited about having found a matching costume idea that you had agreed to wear with him. How absolutely excited Asmodeus is as he straddles your lap to fix the horns he had made for your costume. Teasing Asmo about how he got the costume ideas from a human movie, and the way he absolutely adored the “sexy angel” idea. Humoring Asmo as he begs you to let him take some photos in your matching devil and angel costume. His coy smile as he sits in your lap, arms wrapped around your neck as he feigns an innocent look to try and sell the "angel" part for his picture.

male reader intended

Based on the type of dynamic/relationship Asmo and I think we would have, Asmo is wearing a full costume & mc is in like… casual black & red clothes with devil horns, and maybe a tail. I'd humor asmo with a tail, but not a full costume.

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sunshowerwriting · 10 months

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He killed you. Just like that. He killed you without remorse, without second thought. The rest of them barely even cared. As soon as they learned that you were Liliths descendant it was like the whole thing never happened. Did they expect you to just forget? To forgive the man that deceived you and killed you so easily. He didn’t even apologize. Didn’t say a word about it after the fact.

You wanted to cause a fuss but you knew Lucifer wouldn’t have that. And so here you sat. Your first moment of peace after the whole incident thinking to yourself. You didn’t want to forgive Belphegor. You wanted to be angry at him and to stay as far away from him as possible. But would that be possible? The brothers were just as happy to have him back as they were to know about your ancestry. He was their brother, why wouldn’t they be happy about it? And yet there was a part of you that hoped that they’d stand up for you. Any one of them.

You wanted to hear Mammon scream at Belphegor, hear him go on about him hurting his human. You wanted Lucifer to lecture him about it, take your side and string him up like he did so often with Mammon. At the very least you wanted Asmo to come check on you, ask you how you are doing, talk to you about how it feels. But that wasn't going to happen.

So here you were. With your moment of peace not feeling very peaceful. You weren't going to forgive Belphegor so easily. No matter how the others reacted or how they wanted you to react. You couldn't do it. Anger bubbled in you and that would simply be the way it was. You WOULD avoid him and you WOULD be mad about it. He didn’t deserve your forgiveness. And that would have to be the way it was.

#🌦 writes #x reader #x male reader #x gn reader #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #angst

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the-great-chimera · 1 year

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Satan: "I can't eat that I'm allergic "

Mc: :Allergic??"

Satan: "Yes, that's what I said"

Mc: "You guys have allergies???"

Satan: "Why is that so weird for you? "

Mc: "I've literally seen you disembowel people, ripp the heads off demons , dislocate, and split apart your own jaw/mouth to eat things 10x bigger than you."

Satan: ...

Mc: "So one could conclude that allergies would be the least of your problems "

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me x male reader #obey me x reader #obey me! leviathan #obey me asmo #om! leviathan #asmodeus avatar of lust #om! satan #satan wrote this #obey me satan #satan obey me #satan x reader #swd satan

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house-of-daena · 7 months

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my doctor is a succubus!? [succubus.afab.baizhu x m.reader]

contents: he/him pronouns, subtop reader/powerbottom baizhu, nsfw, s3x with a LOT of feelings, virgin reader, overstimulation, praise, degradation, vanilla-ish, creampie, blood, fem genitalia/anatomy terms w/ baizhu (pvssy, cvnt, womb), mention of top surgery scars, ooc baizhu(? he's just really inlove w/ you), hurt/comfort, tell me if i miss anything. [wc. 5.2k]

꒰ GRAHHHHH finally able to post this... after 2-3 weeks posting the masterlist im . i can't with myself 😭 so sorry it took so long and im extra sorry it came out with this monstrosity. i very much like this imo buuttt i can't say the same for you guys. anyways, i probably wont write smth like this ever again unless y'all end up liking it!! (also this was supposed to celebrate 600-700 followers but uh. oops! ty for 800!) ꒱

let's fuck monsters tonight!

it was always peaceful at night. crickets chirping into the cool hours of darkness, fireflies lighting up as they flew, like the stars above the clouds, and the silent crashing of waves against the shore.

no soul could be seen wandering in the streets of liyue, except for some mililith patrolling to keep the city safe. but something lurked in the shadows...

something sinister.

hungry.

lustful.

he crept from house to house, looking for the perfect prey to feed on. he searched desperately, the hunger that had been ignored for treacherous years, leaving his monstrous instincts salivating and wild. the pain of starvation he brings himself to, in fear of hurting others, has weakened him, but his hunt didn't cease for a moment. it made him crave it, the essence of someone who could fulfill his devilish needs, and the warmth his insides long yearned for.

the mark on his pelvis had gone dull, and it ached more with each passing day.

baizhu usually relied on medicine he had made for himself. to keep his salacious desires at bay, and though it wasn't much of the real deal, it managed to keep his body relatively healthy without the base nutrients it required for his succubus blood, and it truly helped him for the longest time.

but it has been years since he had feasted on someone's precious essence, and baizhu has diligently refused to feed again. while his nature is uncouth, his heart remains pure, and he worries that if he tries to feed again, he will hurt them, despite hurting himself.

but this time, his hunger was different.

it was an ardent need. essential. his body reacted so negatively, rendering him unable to properly work for days. it was clear that his body was demanding him to go and hunt for food, so it could sustain itself properly. perhaps after feeding once, he could go back to his regular intake of pills.

for now, he searched for a feast.

and, indeed, he found it, inside a familiar house.

your home,

and you were sleeping inside your bedroom,

a succubus' meal.

if he were to do it with anyone, it would be you, as much as he didn't want to.

you were a sweet man, always visiting him and qiqi in bubu pharmacy and offering a hand whenever you were free. you get along with just about everyone in the pharmacy; being old friends with gui, helping qiqi with deliveries—even changsheng has taken a liking to you, slithering onto your arm when you step behind the counter with baizhu, giving you a warm welcome.

he can't help but find himself falling for such a man like you.

and he absolutely hates the fact that the only person he'd feel safe within such a vulnerable state is you. he could kill you, and he would never forgive himself if he got carried away.

you were too precious to him. but he was starving.

it greatly intensified once he took a step inside your room, almost salivating the moment he inhaled your scent. archons, he smelt you everywhere, it was almost suffocating. and he had never smelt something so divine, so pungent, he was slightly aware of how his thoughts were slowly getting muddled—he admired you as you slept, chest steadily rose and fell, soft snores from your parted lips. you looked so peaceful, and yet here he was, hovering above your unsuspecting form, biting his bottom lip and his hands trembling as he held back from touching you so soon.

you began to stir on your bed when baizhu turned off your lamp, a faint hiss that was dangerously close to your ear made you blearily open your eyes in the dead of night, the weight of your bed shifting to one side more as you felt something move right beside you.

quickly, you jolt from your bed, startled at the man beside you. a scream almost leaves your lips when he leans towards you, face inches apart, his hot breath hitting your skin. "don't worry," he murmurs, voice silky smooth, so sultry it made your skin crawl, cheeks flushed as he moves even closer to you. "i won't hurt you, i just... need some help, is all."

the man before you reassures, his cool fingertips tracing your jawline, sharpened nails digging slightly into your skin. baizhu knows that if he suggests that he needs help, even though he was a stranger breaking into your home, you'd assist him. perhaps the charm he was using in his voice also helped, considering your eyes have easily succumbed to his mesmerizing haze of seduction.

all it took for him was to speak with his voice in a low, alluring tone, press his lithe, and smooth body against yours, allowing your hands to glide onto the skin of his exposed belly and touch you like he owns you—teasing you with assurances of bliss, only to pull away. like bait attached to a string, luring you into his possessive hands.

baizhu almost lost himself in his desire for you, his heart pounding and the mark on his womb ached more than ever before. he craved to have you inside him, nearly jumping on you and just taking you then and there.

but gods, baizhu's love for you was the only thing that was holding him back, so he settled on peppering wet kisses on your quivering adam's apple, his hand rubbing your thigh. "you'll help me, right?" he hums, golden irises glowing faintly in the dark. he sees you squint as if you're trying to discern who he is—he was probably oddly familiar to you, considering his voice and the shape of his body were similar to the kindhearted doctor from the local pharmacy not too far away from your home...

your thoughts were chased away when his forked tongue flickered against your lips, suddenly aware of his... unnatural features. slitted, but gorgeous golden eyes, scales on certain parts of his skin, small horns, akin to bumps, that protruded from his forehead, a tail with a heart-shaped tip, and fangs that made your heart lurch at both fear and excitement.

"i've been starving for an awfully long time..." he whispers into your ear, his hand slowly creeping inside your shirt and card his nails onto your stomach, soliciting a small whimper from your throat. baizhu almost moans in delight at the wonderful sound. "you'll feed me, right? let me regain my strength?"

slowly, you nod, hand resting on his shoulder. "y-yeah," you manage to say, still trying to make out any of his features in the dark. "i can cook you something real quick-"

"oh no, you're quite mistaken." he purrs, licking his lips as his hand begins to lower itself down to your crotch. "you see, darling, i'm a succubus." he hears your breath hitch at his confession, his lips brushing against yours as he pins you against the headboard, straddling your lap. strands of his hair fall to your face, your hands feel as if it belongs on his slender waist as you grab hold of it, his eyes gleam brightly with lust as he looks down at you and lifts your chin to stare back into his bewitching face. "i'll need a different kind of sustenance...~"

even in the dark, you can tell that he is absolutely gorgeous as if the gods themselves carved him into existence. your grip tightens, so much so that your nails leave crescent-shaped indents.

baizhu was experiencing absolute heaven, and the both of you were still fully clothed. his heart was beating so hard against his chest that he was afraid you could feel it if he pressed his body against yours. he was smiling ear to ear in excitement, and he fought hard to hold back. his body was in a love-struck frenzy, skin hot to the touch and his cheeks flaming red, his tail flicking back and forth.

oh, he never would've expected to have you like this so soon. underneath him, looking up at him with those lovely eyes, lost, but still so eager to help. if you only knew the things you do to him...

he could see your hesitance, probably thinking about the risks of indulging in a succubus' request. it was understandable, honestly, even though baizhu was in complete control of his body, he could still put your life at risk. after all, he hasn't eaten in years.

"you won't die," he murmurs almost too sweetly, his voice making your poor, charmed mind buzz pleasantly. "that's a promise~" thankfully, you could still make coherent thoughts, shooting him a serious look, hands curiously tracing the sensitive mark on his pelvis that glowed in the dark. he hums at the feeling of your fingers, gently pressing and kneading, yet it burned ferociously with ardent need. gods, his body needed you now.

"if you say so...." you whisper back, nervous, "i put my trust in you, if it meant helping you..."

so as soon as those words left your lips, baizhu grabbed you by the collar and smashed your lips together, kissing you so hard that it felt like he was devouring you. teeth clashed against each other, his fangs sank onto the fragile skin of your bottom lip, making it bleed, and he sucks on your tongue, kissing and practically taking all the air out of your lungs.

baizhu was ecstatic, swallowing the lavish taste of your blood, drinking in all the whimpers and moans you make just from the addicting kiss. your hands were now on his ass, guiding his body and grinding his crotch onto your hardening cock. when he pulls away, he pants, moving his hips languidly to meet your thrusts, absolutely enamored at the string of saliva that connected the two of you.

"you shouldn't trust so easily," baizhu warns, cradling your head into his arms, his kisses never ceasing, making sure to attach his lips to every inch of your skin. he wants to savor every single second he spends with you, loving your body, getting a taste of something so sacred, you, that he would surely grow to yearn once this is all over. "if it were another succubus, you might not be treated as nicely as i have~"

his voice put you in a hypnotic trance, eyes trailing down his body as your hands moved on their own, stripping him bare from his clothing. fingers, featherlight and delicate, trailed the scars that adorned his chest, the tantalizing feeling of your hot breath on his nipple while your hand pinched and flicked his other. "there's just... something so familiar about you." you murmur against his skin, pressing the pad of your wet and hot tongue against his perky bud, making baizhu let out a pleased sigh, hand grabbing the back of your head. your mind was clouded with his drowning lust to recognize him, but still awake enough to think. "you know me, and... i know you."

baizhu felt his heart drop, the urge to run away and find someone else to feed him gnawed at his stomach. he would rather starve than let himself be known to you; him, a succubus, seducing you to do his bidding. baizhu longed to have you in his bed, to make love to you and have you all for himself, to call you his, and call himself yours. just—not like this!

and as if you could sense his inner turmoil, you gently turned your bodies, laying him down on your bed. you kissed the tip of his nose, down to the apple of his cheeks, the corners of his bloodied lips, and onto his chin. you kissed him like he was a masterpiece to be worshipped, hands stroking his supple skin. he could see the admiration in your eyes, sparkling from the slightest of light the moon provided that seeped through your curtains.

and while baizhu couldn't tell if it was all because of his hypnotizing charm, his heart skipped a beat.

then, you grab his hand, lips brushing against his knuckles and kissing the callouses that graced his fingertips. "i feel safe, for some reason." you continued, leaning back to take off your clothes. "like we have met before, and you are company i enjoy myself a lot with... isn't that weird, stranger?"

baizhu could hear the slight recognition in your voice, but his initial fear was forgotten when he felt your cock pressed against his thigh. his body immediately reacted to your warmth, moving his hips to feel more of you, against his desperate, aching hole. stars above, it is so much bigger than he anticipated, your drooling tip smearing pre all over this thigh, and baizhu gulps at the groans that rumble from your chest.

it hurt to have you so close, yet so far, so empty despite the promise of being filled. still, baizhu managed to find his voice to reply. "o-oh, certainly. i am a succubus after all," he tried to regain the flair in his tone, to keep you enraptured to his hidden beauty, delude you into thinking that he wasn't the same man you thought he was, "a demon, monster."

though it was dark, baizhu saw your lips curve downward, frowning at his harsh words. your hands slid from his waist, down to the back of his thighs, squeezing the flesh, before parting his legs and letting him wrap them around your waist, keeping the two of you connected until the succubus that lays before your bed decided he had enough.

you were completely at his mercy, and it made you impossibly harder.

gently, as if he was your lover, you pushed back a strand of his hair behind his pointed ear, fingers lingering on the shape of his concealed, yet beautiful face. "don't speak to yourself like that," you kiss his collarbones, and feel him squeeze you between his legs a little tighter, pulling you closer to him, "it breaks my heart."

"does it now?" baizhu quips, sharp, quick, defensive, and disbelieving. "you don't even know me."

"you still have feelings, don't you?"

baizhu's heart can't take it. it feels so full, about to explode, despite the agonizing emptiness of his hole, thighs quivering and hands clinging onto you. he feels breathless, heartbeat in his throat—you're treating him how you'd treat baizhu, the caring doctor of bubu pharmacy, not the succubus trying to get you to fuck him. you don't know who he was, he was certain of it.

but perhaps he was just in denial, too afraid to let someone as good as you be so close to him. you are deserving of more, someone who can be devoted to you, as much as you are to him. he can't bear the thought of you leaving him once he has taken grasp of immortality, growing old without him as he lives on. nor the burden you'll surely carry with him.

that is why he has never made a single move to you, nor acknowledged yours. he adores you from afar, breaking his own heart by keeping himself close to you despite knowing he can never be with you—his mission won't allow it. he can't let it happen.

but oh, when you hold him so tenderly in your arms, caressing his cheeks with your thumb and kissing him so sweetly, it feels like the walls he has built specifically to keep you away from his heart, fall apart so easily.

"if you're a monster, then why do you talk so gently to me?" you whisper, and the hairs of his skin stand, sharp nails digging onto your skin. "so careful of my body, asking me for consent, even though you're salivating in hunger."

the smile you gave him made baizhu fall in love with you all over again, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. "i think you are quite nice, person that i totally don't recognize." a soft chuckle escapes your lips, and it eases him how comfortable you were, worries melting into nothingness. "so please, tell me what i need to do to help you."

ah, he was so weak for you. baizhu wraps an arm around your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to him, capturing your lips once against with his. "then you better start fucking me," he demands, his other hand scoops the slick his body has been producing wildly, copious amounts in his hand and coating your dick with it himself.

you lean down to his ear, letting him hear all of the lewd sounds that escape your lips as he squeezes your length, stroking it with his experienced hands, and grazing his nails on a thick, bulging vein that makes you whimper onto his neck. you quickly caught on that he enjoyed your noises. his wetness felt cool on your throbbing cock, the squelch of each movement of his hand making you tremble above him, burying your nose onto his shoulder as he coos your name and played with your cock.

maybe you were just extra sensitive because you were... inexperienced... but there was something odd about his wetness. it made your dick tingle, ache, and burned fervidly. you felt lightheaded all of a sudden, your mind and body screaming at you to just have your cock inside of him.

it must be one of his succubus traits, you gulped nervously.

you were so cute, so pliant, despite having him underneath you. a surge of pride swells in his chest, digging his thumb onto your weeping slit, thoroughly satisfied at the moan that came from your trembling lips. he felt himself grow hungrier when you moved your head back, gazing at him with enchanted, half-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, and parted lips. baizhu has never felt so grateful for his night vision.

when his skillful hands lined up your cock to his hole, parting his glistening folds with your pulsating tip, you stop him for a moment, brows furrowed worriedly. "w-wait," you breathe, voice wavering, "what about you?"

baizhu merely laughs at your concern, cooing at you and caressing your cheeks, to which you leaned against his touch. "oh baby, you think i'd come here unprepared?" he chuckles, tone teasing as he pushes your cockhead into his awaiting hole while he thumbs your skin to soothe you, softening the creases that formed on your face. "now go ahead, put it in me, darling."

baizhu had bite down his bottom lip until he bled to stop himself from screaming, his back arched at the burning stretch as you slowly plunged your fat cock into his hole. no matter how much he prepared himself to take you, he still found himself getting split open by your sheer girth. he didn't expect you to be so big, his gummy walls fluttering around your throbbing cock.

you moaned, louder than before, when you bottomed out, patiently waiting for him to adjust to your length, like the gentleman you were, but you were grinding your hips against his. you clung tightly onto baizhu, overwhelmed at the warmth that surrounded your virgin cock as his pussy clamps down on you, sucking you in deeper.

all the while baizhu felt like he was high above the clouds, being stuffed full just by your dick inside of him—his body was elated, forked tongue poking out between his lips as he stared up at your eyes, full of lust and desire.

cursing underneath your breath, you grew weak on the knees, the blistering heat slowly spreading all over your body; from your stomach, crawling upwards and onto your chest, to the very tips of your toes. it was almost paralyzing, his insides squeezing your poor, sensitive cock, wrapped in mind-breaking euphoria.

"that's it," he sighs, pressing kisses all over your face, reassuring, though amused. "such a good boy, already so fucked out by just penetrating me?" baizhu smirks, his fingers playing with the curves of your face. you whine at his words, very embarrassed as you bury your face in his neck.

"hah- this feels-" you swallow a mouthful of saliva, panting and groaning at the foreign sensations, twitching and pulsing deep inside of him, "all i can think about is fucking you—it's your doing, right?"

baizhu bats his eyelashes innocently at you, tilting his head as he hums. "oh darling, you can't blame me for every nasty thought that invades your mind," he purrs teasingly, grinning playfully when you give him a huff. "i am flattered, though."

it didn't take long before baizhu told you to start moving. it started off slow, gentle, and unsure, eyes searching for baizhu's guidance. it made his heart soar at how adorable you were, pouting as you sloppily thrust into him, exerting much effort to not lose yourself in the pleasure. you wanted to please him, so attentive and caring to his body.

don't worry, baizhu is more than happy to tell you what to do. he taught you many things you never knew before, to angle your dick just right, hitting a spot buried deep inside of him that made him curl his toes and cry out in delight—to ram your fat cock into his sopping wet cunt as he clenches on you, bucking your hips fast and hard.

baizhu throws his head back, smiling and clawing at your biceps, leaving red, angry scratches on them. he moans your name, nothing but praise coming out of his plump lips and drowning your thoughts with addictive lust. "you're fucking into me soooo nicely, darling~" he gasped when you kept precisely hitting his sensitive spot, his walls spasming and convulsing around your ravishing cock.

you grasped his thighs, gripping on them so tightly it's bound to leave bruises as you follow his every order, fucking him just how he liked, the loud slapping of skin on skin filling your once peaceful bedroom. it turns you on further on how vile the wet squelch it makes at each thrust you give. you held onto him for your dear life, fucking him with all your strength, body trembling from the unbearable pleasure.

moaning and whimpering, your head hung as drool dripped down onto his chest, body compelled to keep moving. it felt so good, each drag of your cock inside of his velvety walls felt like fire onto your skin, each squeeze and grind, it's making you mad, completely hooked on the feeling.

"such an obedient pup," baizhu coos and you let out a whine at his praise, eyes wide and glittering with unshed tears, and his heart skips a beat when he saw how easily fucked out you were. "does it feel good? hm? my pussy feels good around your cock?" you nod vigorously, leaning closer to him and angling yourself to reach even deeper. it made baizhu take a sharp intake of air, moaning obscenely into your ear.

"f-fuuckk! hgnn~ c-c'mon, use your words~" he smiles when you choke on a moan, never stopping your movements even for a second. "you're a good boy, aren't you? i know you can do it, talk to me~"

"s-stop-" you heaved, voice garbled as you tried to speak between your filthy sounds, nails digging into his skin. his voice was like honey to your ears, drowning in the thick viscousness of his sickeningly sweet words, making it difficult for you to properly think. it was all too much, and he wasn't making it easy for you.

"oh? you don't like praise?" his golden eyes shone brightly, and his nails grazed your skin painfully, but you reveled in the pain, panting, and shaking as baizhu cupped your face into his hands. "how about i call you a filthy whore instead? wanting to fuck a succubus that could drain your life away~" he whispers into your ear with such a haughty lilt in his voice, tongue licking your earlobe.

even though he was getting fucked by your fat cock, drilling into his insides until it all felt like numbing mush, moaning in delight as he wraps his legs impossibly tighter around you, keeping you close and never letting you go, he has you under his control. it was as if he owned your body, and you would only obey him.

it made your head fuzzy just thinking about it.

"you like being told what to do, hm? like some mutt?"

his words were like electric shocks down your spine, you couldn't help but pound harder into his warm, addicting cunt, a cry leaving your lips when he clamped down onto your cock once more. like a hand, gripping tightly onto something he owns, and in this case, your cock belongs to his pussy.

"oh my!" he grits his teeth as he lets out a long, drawn-out moan, pulling your head to his chest as he rolls his eyes back. "shit, hnff- t-that god you more excited, huh? so pussy drunk that you're only thinking with your dick~"

suddenly, you let out a shout, squeezing your eyes shut and burying as deep as you could inside of baizhu, a tear rolling down your cheek as you shot thick ropes of your cum straight into his starving womb. and oh, baizhu took it all, a small, joyous yes yes yes! leaving his lips as he moved his hips against yours, not giving you a moment's rest as he fucks himself onto you.

you didn't know what came over you after you orgasmed into his welcoming pussy, but when the mark on his womb glowed a vibrant green, your body kept moving on its own, despite the sting of overstimulation overcoming your senses. you fucked him, again and again, pressing the pad of your thumb against his clit and fiercely rubbing it as you burrow into him, mind blank.

your body shivered, sobbing and drooling as you absentmindedly followed baizhu's every command, twitching and burning from the numbing pleasure, yet your body refused to stop, even after you've come numerous amounts of times inside of him.

baizhu's hair became a mess as he greedily took every load you'd spilled, absolutely obsessed at the warmth of your seed filling up his insides and forming a creamy ring on your cock. you looked so handsome crying, begging him for a break, and that you can't take it anymore.

despite this, you let him milk your cock for all it's worth, pumping him full until it leaks out of his hole, his ankles were now resting on your shoulders. you were so lost in the pleasure, hiccuping as you cum again for the nth time.

just one more, he promised, though he pushed you back, turning your bodies around so baizhu was straddling your lap. he began to ride you, with expert movements that had you mewling, your arm covering your face, moaning into the night, holding no regards for your neighbors through your thin walls.

his nails marked your chest, making it bleed along his scratches, grinding his hips onto yours. gods, you felt so fucking good, it was difficult for him to pull away. your length and girth were just perfect, his blood boiling in thrill and excitement just by having you inside of him. he wanted more and more, drinking in as much as you could give him. your essence was just so delectable, irresistible. it was all he could ever want to eat.

you moan in sync, watching baizhu as he arches his back so prettily on top of you, creaming around your cock. you could tell he was just as sensitive as you were, but his hips ceased to stop. shakily, you reached for his tail, which possessively curled around your fingers.

gently, as you always are, you kiss the heart-shaped tip of his tail, watery eyes, so unfocused, but stared into baizhu's eyes, so full of tenderness that it snapped him out of his frenzied stupor.

baizhu gasps, cradling your face into his hands as he frets over you when your head falls, catching your breath as if you've run a marathon. "oh archons," he calls your name, shaking you lightly, "are you okay!? im so sorry, i didn't mean to- i got carried away!" hearing the distress in his voice, you only put your hand atop of his, kissing his palms and giving him an adoring smile.

"m'fine," you rasp, and before baizhu knows it, there was a faint click! right beside him, and light engulfs your room. your eyes light up when you finally see him, his eyes wide in shock. "hah, knew it was you."

"you-i-" instead of reacting how he always thought you would, as all others have, you grabbed his hands, and pressed long, loving kisses on each knuckle. baizhu's stomach was doing flips at each kind gesture, and he was now acutely aware of how he could feel your seed sloshing in his womb whenever he moved. his cheeks flush in embarrassment. "y-you weren't supposed to see me!" he glares at you, fangs bared threateningly.

though you can't bring yourself to fear him—not when he's panting, covered in sweat that gleamed at the orange light from your lamp, his face red, and eyes still full of carnal desire. but you know, behind his hunger, was nothing but love, adoring and fragile. "it's okay," you whisper as you sit yourself up, leaning back against the headboard, "it's okay to be seen."

your fingers twirled around a loose strand of his hair, planting a kiss on it while your eyes were on him, other hand caressing the ever-glowing mark on his swelling tummy. "please, let me see you." you kiss his jawline, and baizhu groans when you press onto his abdomen, so full—both of your lust and love. "let me love you."

his eyes burned as he let you wrap your arms around him, engulfing him in a hug he has long yearned from you. "go ahead, love," his skin crawls at the pet name, rolling so naturally from your tongue, so heavenly to his ears. "i know you still need more. i can take it."

baizhu has a lot of worries, especially concerning you. but at that moment, when you held him so tenderly, connected, with nothing but love in your gaze and a smile on your lips as you kissed him—it felt like everything was alright.

the world was nothing, and it was just the two of you, in each other's arms, lips locked; nothing could separate the two of you.

he may have fears, ones that will probably never go away for as long as he lives. but with you saying his name so softly, caressing his sensitive skin, and telling him it was okay for him to keep taking from you, despite your creeping exhaustion—he wants to have you by his side for a little longer, if not, forever.

because with you, baizhu thinks that everything will be fine.

"...just say you want more of me," he replies, hiding his face from you, to which you merely laughed at. "you freak... letting a succubus fuck you..."

"please, stop ignoring my heartfelt confessions and countering them with something mean," you pout, your thumb wiping away the stray tear that trailed down his cheek.

baizhu just pins you down, grinding his hips and making you roll your eyes, mouth open from a breathless moan. "keep quiet pet, i'm not done with you." he threatens, but you just smile,

"i love you."

gods, he hates how this all feels so normal with you, his poor heart that was boarded up in the beginning, all so vulnerable and raw before you.

but perhaps,

"...i love you too."

everything will be quite alright.

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