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hi! I was reading through your stuff and I'm absolutely in love with your writing 😍😍
I loved that one incubus and dense reader, would it be possible to have a continuation, pretty please?
part one here
"So how was that date last night? did it end well?" your Incubus best friend asks casually, it's a little hard to focus on his words, he's standing about an inch from your face as he talks, and he keeps looking at your mouth, running his thumb over your cheek teasingly.
"It was uhm fine I guess," you murmur.
"you don't sound so sure, did you sleep with him? Did he make you cum?" he asks teasingly.
"of course, that's where your mind goes," you huff.
"I can't help it pretty thing, I can smell how pent up you are. It hurts me to see my favorite girl so needy." you can't help but blush at his words your date last night had been disappointing, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the beautiful man who keeps throwing himself at you. especially when you know he could make you feel good in the way you were craving.
"Well, what do you suggest?" you ask shyly, he was your friend there was no way he was doing anything more than teasing, right? e moves his hands from your face down your body, tracing over your curves before settling on your hips and pulling you towards him.
"Let me fuck you, please," he's begging, it's a little dizzying, you've never heard an incubus plead, plead for sex as well.
"Friends don't fuck each other-" your protests are quickly cut off
"Then let's stop being friends and start being lovers, please," He doesn't sound teasing, he sounds really desperate to fuck you.
"You really want that?" you ask softly.
"Fucking yes. More than anything, I have since the moment we met," he says exasperated. You feel your face grow hot, all this time? Of course, you'd wanted him to just as long but, you were shocked to know that he really saw you as more than a friend.
"Then... we better make up for lost time."
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angelltheninth · 3 months
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Using Your Boyfriend's Demon Horns to Guide Him
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Your demon boyfriend is a little bit on the clumsy side when it comes to sex. It's a shame because he's the hottest man you've ever seen. Very enthusiastic, he always asks what feels good, he is always careful not to hurt you with his claws, sharp teeth and horns when he's between your legs. He's eager to learn, to make you feel good, he just happens to need a little guidance.
Having a hot demon boyfriend is the worst and the best thing in the world because when you're around him you're in a near constant state of arousal. It might be his influence or you're just that turned on but you always want him. He moans when he's between your legs, your taste coating his long tongue. You need to move him to where you want him, so you reach for his horns.
You had no idea that your demon boyfriend had a weak spot and that it was his horns. You never would have guessed it. They always looked strong and dangerous. Grabbing them wasn't supposed to be a huge deal. But to him it was pure euphoria, to have that sensitive part of him touched, griped and stroked.
When your demon boyfriend moans against your clit as you pull his horns you can feel his ribbed tongue vibrate. Your grip on his horns tightens, you move your hand up and circle the tip just like would with his cock. You don't have to see his cock to know it's dripping with cum right now, leaving a mess underneath him.
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ozzgin · 4 days
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I just watched The First Omen at the cinema and you may go ahead and cuff me for blasphemy, but…
Yandere! Devil x Reader
You have been chosen by the Cult as the one to carry their ungodly plan after many failed attempts. This time it was a success, yet not for the reasons they might expect. The Devil has his eyes on you.
Content: female reader, mentions of pregnancy, religious themes, blasphemy, violence, horror, a non-consent scene!, based on The First Omen (2024); image from the promotional poster
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Why you, of all people? You're not particularly devoted to religion, nor do you stand out in terms of virtuousness. Or lack of, for that matter. Alas, their reasons remain unknown.
What's certain is that you woke up one day and found yourself strapped to a foreign bed, staring into a ceiling you didn't recognize. You weren't alone. Around your helpless form stood men and women, dressed in black and wearing a solemn smile. Your forehead received a gentle, encouraging stroke from the hand of the priest. The scent of chrism invaded your nostrils.
You begged them to release you. The older man spoke softly in your ear. "You are serving a greater purpose. It is all in the name of God." God? Purpose? You rolled your eyes back and gazed upon the large painting hanging behind you. Virgin Mary and her blissful smile and stretched out hands felt like a mockery.
The holy image vanished as a black cloth was nonchalantly draped over your face. You felt the rope tighten around your neck and begun gasping for the scarce air barely making it through the thick canvas. A crescendo of muffled chants, and the room went abruptly quiet. Had everyone left?
Then you heard it. That profane growl, causing the entirety of your body to shiver in repugnance and terror. You trashed, and pulled, and screamed, to no avail. A clawed hand rested on your bare stomach, then a second one traced the rest of your body. You laid limp, vision blurred as the room swayed in tandem with the sacrilegious act.
You'd been defiled by a Beast. The next time you opened your eyes, you were back in your bed. Your hopes of it being a mere nightmare were shattered the moment you lifted your gown and noticed the deep scratches, the monstrous prints left on your skin, and the hollow sensation in the pit of your stomach. Your body had been tampered with, and something was growing out of your misfortune. A vile blight, throbbing with life within the comfort of your flesh.
You spent the months haunted by voices and visions. The grotesque, horned Creature would frequently reappear in your mind, exhausting all other thoughts. Such a heavy, imposing presence. It wouldn't let you forget, not even for a second: you belonged to Him, and He would soon return to retrieve you. The mother of His child, the object of His adoration. Was such a thing even conceivable?
You prayed to be left alone, yet the Cult naturally longed for its promised gift, bound to come back eventually. And so, once more, you were facing the people who caused your despair. "We've come for the child", the priest explained, glancing at your obvious, bulging belly. The clawed hand framing it was still a fresh wound that never healed, almost as an ominous warning: this body was owned by a jealous God.
Your trembling hands revealed a pocketknife. This time, you were prepared. The group took a moment to observe your daring gesture, then proceeded to approach you with calculated steps, with newfound resolve. Would you be able to keep them away? Their intentions were clear: you were in possession of the Antichrist, and they needed to secure this immense power.
The ground shook, and everyone froze. You glanced at the altar painting, the same one that witnessed your corruption. Virgin Mary remained with an unfaltering smile. From behind the ornate frame, large, horrid hands creeped out. A travesty of everything Holy. The priest gasped and quickly threw his hands in prayer. This was not part of the plan. This was not meant to happen.
"Pater noster, qui es in caelis-" he began, but his voice was cut short. His face turned pale, and he clutched his chest with a terrible grimace. The nun next to him let out a scream before she was pushed away by an invisible force. Her body hit the wall with a loud, wet sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing. You stared at the massacre unfolding before you, devoid of any fear. Somehow, in the depths of your soul, you knew you'd be safe.
An enormous shadow emerged from behind the painting, twisting, bending, stalking towards you. Your nose scrunched at the stench of blood. You were the last one standing among corpses. To your surprise, you exhaled deeply, shoulders drooping in comfort. A silent voice murmured in your ear, telling you not to fear. That Father was finally home for you.
Foolish, ridiculous humans. He'd been willing to entertain their petty plans of grandeur, until he met you: your tender, frail body, your innocent soul. How exalting it was to have his way with you. You were meant to be the one. To carry His offspring into the damned world. But not for some trifling reason of a Cult desperate to crawl their way back into control. Their greatest mistake - which led to their demise - was to assume the Devil himself can be controlled, ordered around. He has allowed you the greatest honor of joining him, out of your free will, to sow the seeds of chaos as his beloved mortal.
Thus, he couldn't have possibly allowed anyone to interfere. What you saw that day, in that old, musty underground cavern, was an omen: a bloodbath awaits the one who dares to approach his human.
You look up into the demonic orbs: trenches of madness, obsession, vulgarity, burning holes into you, slurping your very existence with hunger and lust. You are his.
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horny-rose · 3 months
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Me trying to summon a demon so I can finally get fucked like I deserve ;)
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hotyanderedaddies · 2 months
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Trying to Ignore a Yandere Demon Who Wants to Claim You
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[Yandere! Demon x GN! Anxious Reader]
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"Whatever you do, do not-- I repeat: DO NOT acknowledge the demon in any manner. If you do, then he can latch onto you and take you."
The words of the psychic you'd contacted for help kept filtering through your head as you stared blankly forward, forcing your eyes to laser focus in on the bright colors of the TV. The volume was on full blast as you attempted to drown out the sounds of him.
"Darling," that eerie, deep voice echoed out. Its user was so close that could feel its hot breath wafting over your cheek, but you refused to give the slightest indication that you'd heard it.
"If a love demon decides that it wants you, then it'll follow you around nonstop like a lovesick puppy. It'll do anything to get you to notice it..."
The demon playfully ran one of his fingers through your hair, his skin hot to the touch. He completely dwarfed you, looking like he outweighed you by fifty pounds of pure muscle and was taller by at least two feet. His demonic proportions made him look hulking and menacing, yet whenever he looked at you, his mouth pulled into a large smile.... full of razor sharp teeth.
"Will you look at me, Darling?" he asked, sticking out his lower lip mockingly. "I love you. I only want to talk to my darling."
"Don't look at it. Don't listen to it. Don't react to its movements. The slightest indication that you're aware of its presence is a sign the demon takes that you've agreed to be theirs..."
The demon huffed, irritated. He stomped his way in front of the TV and glared at you with his glowing eyes. "I know you see me," he accused.
You refused to stop glancing forward, pretending that you could still see whatever show you were trying to watch.
The demon tore his shirt away from his body, showing off his impressive chest muscles. He held his arms out, as if to show off to you. "Check it out, Darling," he announced, "I'm bigger than most of the other love demons. So I can protect you and take very good care of you."
He slowly approached the couch.
"Because a love demon makes its presence known to only one person: their darling."
"I love you so much, Darling," the demon cooed, placing both of his hands on either side of your face.
You winced internally and tried your best to look deadpan, avoiding the demon's glare with all of your might.
You refused to break, because if you did, then you'd belong to a demon for all eternity.
But damn it, he was persistent.
Ever since he'd made his presence known to you last week, the demon followed you around everywhere you went, trying to get you to acknowledge him:
He'd cause a ruckus in class, throwing textbooks and chairs around, leading to the other students thinking that you were out of your mind and throwing them yourself.
He'd follow you into the shower and jerk off as you bathed, talking about how he couldn't wait to touch you himself.
He'd sing soft lullabies to you as you tried to sleep. And he would frequently get under the covers with you too, snuggling you from behind.
He'd follow you whenever you went grocery shopping, threatening to push one of the elderly shoppers in front of one of the moving vehicles in the parking lot. But you couldn't warn the other person unless you wanted to be taken by a demon. RIP.
He'd even gone so far as to set your dinner on the stove on fire, and you had to mutter loudly that you'd foolishly forgotten to turn the gas off.
He was growing impatient.
"Darling," the demon growled, baring his large teeth at you, "all you have to do is notice me, and I promise that you'll be all mine. All mine, and no one else's. Doesn't my sweet baby want that?"
He bit down on his lower lip for a second before perking up.
Before you could guess what was going on in his mischievous head, the demon pressed his warm lips against yours. They were soft to the touch and warm thanks to his high body heat.
It felt good at first, until he playfully bit down on your lower lip--
With a loud gasp, you jerked back and made eye contact with the demon out of shock. Oh shit...
"Finally!" the love demon laughed as your heart fell to the floor.
He lunged forward and wrapped both of his arms around you, yanking you deep into his embrace as if he were a cage. The temperature seemed to rise rapidly in the tiny living room as the demon began to transport you to wherever he dwelled, and to wherever you knew he'd never let you leave.
"W-wait!" you tried to beg.
"It's too late for that, Darling," the love demon laughed. "You're mine and I'm going to enjoy my prize all night long. I love you, Darling, thank you so much for accepting me."
"If you acknowledge the love demon, they'll take you away to be theirs forever, with no hope of ever escaping them or their crazed love..."
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dr3c0mix · 1 year
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hi hii❕️❕️just recebtly started reading your work and I am OBSESSED with Dorik (yknow the demon that reader's friends and them summoned and basically caused their immediate death)
Would you please do a part 2❔️
maybe one where Dorik and the reader settle down in the reader's home❔️ (what if they sleep in the same bed and Dorik curls onto them like a cat❔️Or would he hug the reader close to him❔️、waah❕️so many options❕️)
thank you and have a good day❕️❕️💘
Demon x GN Reader pt. 2
CW: smut, somnophilia, stalker/creep behaviour, dub-con
🔥 Dorik's been with you for about a month since your little meeting. You tried your hardest to get him to leave, rituals you looked up online, holy water, rosaries, salt, everything! He finds a way to worm back into your life.
🔥 Any attempts at kicking him out of your house was met with him waiting outside your windows or doors banging and scratching to be let back inside. "What a funny prank master! You really fooled me! I won't be so gullible next time!" He'd say with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
🔥 You gave up on trying to get rid of him and accepted that you're stuck with this clingy mess of a demon.
🔥 He calls himself your loyal servant so you supposed it wouldn't hurt to have a little help around the house, considering how busy you've been, you don't have much time to clean up your house.
🔥 He was more than happy to help out! Doing the laundry, cleaning, cooking. "Anything to make my master happy!"
🔥 In return however, he's wants nothing more than your unwavering attention. Even just a light pat on the head or a fleeting compliment sent him over the moon. His tail swishing around frantically as he giggled to himself how good he's been for his master. "Master is pleased with my work! I did good today!"
🔥 Dorik doesn't need to sleep, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to! He'd ask time and time again if he'd be allowed to sleep with you in your bed, maybe even watch you? It's for protection! What if someone tries to hurt you when you're at your most vulnerable! He will not have it!
🔥 Eventually you relented, patting the side of your bed for him to lie down in, he wasted no time to make a mess of your bed, rolling around in your soft sheets and making somewhat of a nest for the two of you. It's fine though, you could ask him to fix it in the morning.
🔥 He'd pull you into a warm cuddle, wrapping his arms around you as if you were a soft teddy bear. "Master feels so soft, soft and cuddly!"
🔥 No matter how much you try to wriggle out of his grasp, he was too strong. He'd only giggle and bury his face in your hair as you squirmed under him.
🔥 If you'd wake up in the middle of the night, you'd be met with either soft purring from Dorik or his black eyes staring at you without blinking.
🔥 Surprisingly, he's a great cook. It took a while for you to trust his cooking as you wouldn't know if he poisoned it or not, but after you started to trust him, you never had to worry about buying food for yourself.
🔥 The weather grew a bit cold, and you started worrying about Dorik only having pants and nothing else, so you offered him one of your sweaters to keep him warm. He dropped the broom he was holding and took the soft clothing from your hands and stared at it.
🔥 Suddenly his eyes started watering. You placed a hand on his shoulder and asked if he was ok. He nodded and pulled you into a tight hug. He sobbed tears of joy onto your shirt, it was unusually warm.
🔥 "Master has never given me a gift before! I shall cherish it forever!"
🔥 He wears it all the time now, bringing the soft fabric to his face once in a while happily.
🔥 Dorik is a bit clueless when it comes to modern culture, he was so surprised when you opened your tv for the first time. "How is this painting moving? You must be a powerful witch if you can make such wonderful magic!"
🔥 You'd bring him to certain places if it had a large number of cosplayers, then he wouldn't be in any danger of getting caught.
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🔥 He's a bit of a creep too, whenever you're out and he can't follow because you're at college or work, he'd be busy sniffing and drooling over your clothes. He'd take in your sweet scent like a drug, his eyes half-lidded as he grips onto your underwear. he can feel his cock twitch with every intake of your musk.
🔥 The more time he spent with you, the more his admiration and loyalty morphed into something more than that of a servant.
🔥 He started daydreaming about you when you weren't there, fantasizing of him kissing you, burying his cock in you, making you his, covering you with his marks to show how much he loves you.
🔥 He can't help himself! You were just so nice to him, even when he's supposed to serve you, you'd offer him food you'd bring home, you let him sleep with you, you gave him one of your clothes! That must mean you love him back!
🔥 You had a very long shift that day and you came back a little later than expected. You unlocked the door and saw Dorik already smiling widely at you, pulling you into a hug. "Master! You're finally home! I've already run you a bath!"
🔥 You thank him and put down your bags, taking off your coat and shows as you headed to the bathroom.
🔥 Dorik waited from behind the door and could only imagine what you'd look like bare, nothing on but perhaps your undergarments, the ones he's smelled time and time again.
🔥 He scrambled to get out of the way of the door as he heard it unlock and you came out with a towel on. He blushed at your bare shoulders as you disappeared again into the bedroom. He could feel his pants getting tighter as he thought of the two of you in your little nest, fucking and loving on eachother.
🔥 The lock clicked open again and you opened the door to let him in. His eyes widened as he saw what you were wearing, a loose, baggy shirt which revealed one of your shoulders and tight shorts that left little to the imagination. He happily rushes to your side as you sleepily lie down in the mess of blankets and pillows.
🔥 "No reading this time Master?"
🔥 "Yeah...I'm a bit tired, we can read more Dante's Inferno tomorrow..." You yawn as you nuzzle into your blankets.
🔥 The room was dim, and the air was filled with your scent. He couldn't help but feel a romantic atmosphere as you drifted off the sleep.
🔥 His eyes wandered all over your body then suddenly stopped at your ass, he moved a bit closer, rubbing your side, then travelling a bit lower until you started stirring, now lying on your back, your legs now opened. Dorik felt like his head was spinning as he carefully pulled your shorts and underwear down, revealing your sex.
🔥 He licked his lips as he lowered himself to your crotch, his long tongue beginning to lick a stripe up your genatalia.
🔥 You moaned in you sleep as he went deeper, his mouth and tongue how engulfing your sex, exploring every part of your privates with his wet organ.
🔥 Before you could cum, he pulled himself off of you and positioned his hard cock to your entrance.
🔥 He placed his forehead to yours as his dick slowly and carefully slid inside of you, your walls hugging his prick so nicely, he had to stop himself from crying out in pleasure.
🔥 His hips thrust slowly into you before getting faster and more desperate. He held you head next to his chest as he took in the scent of your aroused state.
🔥 Suddenly you wake up to the sensation of Dorik's cock ramming into you as he held you close, you thought it was just a wet dream you were having but the pleasure you were feeling felt very much like reality.
🔥 "D-Dorik!" You moaned, he pulls back a bit to look at you with hearts as his pupils and slurs lovingly; "I'm so sorry master! But you were so cute in bed! So soft, so warm, so good!" he groans as his thrusts get faster.
🔥 You cling onto him, moaning into his ear to go faster, how good it felt, how good he was, all the praise brought him over the edge and he released his load into you, kissing you passionately with his long tongue.
🔥 He pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you and he smiles, falling onto your chest.
🔥 He rolls onto his side and pulls you with him, now cuddling you in bed and massaging your thighs and back.
🔥 "You were amazing master!...So good..." He mutters, clearly drunk from the sex you two shared.
🔥 You giggled and nuzzle into his embrace.
🔥 You suddenly felt the cock in your hole harden once again.
🔥 "Are you ready for round two master?" he looks at you with a smile.
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yes i forgot his tattoos shush i was tired
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mommymilkerssociety · 8 months
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Demon husband going into a rut, he can't help himself, he needs to touch you, to taste you.
he decided that he needed dessert first so he ended up breeding you on the counter while you were attempting to make dinner. filling you so much that you wonder how you aren't going to get pregnant after this
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newtabfics · 10 months
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have you ever had any sleep paralysis demon thoughts?👀
Oh god yes I have just like...listen okay. You're a laying on your stomach kinda sleeper for this scenario.
Having woken up from a wet dream and realizing you can't move. You're aching but you don't know what's going on. All of a sudden, this voice just purrs in your ear, "I know what you desire. I can give you that."
Somehow, you know it can read your mind and you're just begging as you blink slowly, seeing a clawed hand wrap around your limp wrist, holding you down as you feel something grinding against you.
"Let me make your dreams come true."
The demon starts grinding against you, teasing you by pressing the tip against your panties until you're soaking them more than you already have. It moves them aside and just slides in easily.
It waits for a long moment before you feel that cold breath on your ear. "Let me stretch it more."
Through whatever demon magic, it somehow is thicker and stretching you.
A quiet gasp of a moan escapes from your limp body, eyes fluttering in pleasure as it begins to just rut into you until you choke out a weak moan, still unable to move as your orgasm hits.
The demon just smirks and keeps moving, keeps making you tip over that edge. It's that energy you're radiating. It's so delicious to him. He can't stop until he's pouring himself into him, growling and pressing so deep he's practically teasing your womb.
When morning comes, your legs ache as you look down and see not a trace of that strange dream.
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l3viat8an · 10 months
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Nsfw Thinkin’ about demon boyfriend! Who loves having an adorable little human like you under his control~
You’re everything he could ever want!!
He gets drunk on the power he holds over you, the power to give or take away your pleasure as he sees fit~
The way you look at him with stars in your eyes, or even better the way you cry ‘n tremble as he gives you too much.
You cum when he tells you to, whether you want to or not doesn’t really matter, you will cum.
Or he can ruin your orgasm and watch as your sensitive little cunt clenches around nothing…….ripping your pleasure away for his own satisfaction……
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monster-disaster · 6 months
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[demon & half-orc] Reg & Riel
demon!Reg x human!Reader x half-orc!Riel Good to know: threesome, public sex, gruppen
Summary: After Rust, your night continues with other patrons.
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The bar is loud and busy. The air is heavy and thick with the smell of alcohol and other things. Puffs of gray smoke swirl under the dim lights of the ceiling. The tables are full, and the sound of bottles and glasses clinking together is sharp above the other noises. Monsters and humans enjoy the night while the outside world hides in the milky fog that settles over Grimbrook.
A thin layer of sweat shines on your heated skin. The wooden table is cold under your upper body. Your nipples are hard peaks against the surface. Your warm palms are flat next to you. Your breathing is uneven and heavy. Your muscles still jerk and tremble because of your previous orgasm. Your arousal is a mess between your thighs.
Your eyes are half-closed as your gaze wanders up on the demon's body in front of you. His cock bobs against your lips, erect. The muscles on his stomach are sharp and hard. His full lips pull into a smirk, letting you see his sharp teeth. For a second, you start to wonder if you would let him eat you out. "Open up," he commands, and you obey immediately. Your mouth falls open, and his erection pushes into your warm channel without a second thought. Your jaw hurts as you try to accommodate his length some more. The tip of his cock nudges the back of your throat. Tears gather in the corner of your eyes as you gag around him. "Fuck!" The demon grunts at the sound. The vibration of your throat goes straight to his balls between his muscular thighs. "Better than I remembered." Now, that he says it, you didn't see Reg in the bar for a long while. This is the first night you meet after weeks.
While you are busy with the demon's cock in your mouth, Riel, the half-orc, is behind you, groping the flesh of your cheeks. His fingers dig into your skin, opening you up in front of his hungry eyes. His thumb ghosts over the wet slit of your pussy, flicking your clit in the process.
"Fuck! Rust!" Eva's voice pierces through the air, drawing your attention to their pair at the table next to you. The female vampire sits on the table, legs wide open and bare, while the goblin kneels in front of him, eating her out. The other patrons all around the bar are busy, too, fucking or watching and masturbating. The smell of body heat and arousal fills your senses.
"Come back," Reg grunts, grabbing a good chunk of your hair to pull you back onto his cock. His hold is firm and doesn't give you any chance to argue. The demon pushes your face down on his length while a sharp sting of pain wrecks your body, rushing from your bottom to all over you. Riel slaps your ass several times, not caring about your muffled gags and screams around Reg's cock. He enjoys watching your flesh jiggle under his large palms. He can feel the heat of his smacks under his touch. Rust's seed is still on your skin, decorating your ass cheeks and waist. Your inner thighs are a shiny mess because of your previous climax.
"Fuck!" The demon grunts again, using your throat. He fucks into your skull, gripping you by your hair. Every now and again, he stills until your lungs start to burn for air, and your head gets dizzy before he pulls out and starts thrusting again. "One day, I will fuck this hole, too," Riel says behind you, letting his thumb graze the small hole between your cheeks. "But for today…" He pushes into your slick center easily. You are still stretched after Rust used your hole to warm his cock. "Don't stop! Don't dare to stop!" Eva's voice rings in your ears as you squirm on the top of the table. Pleasure flares in your veins, burning you until a scream catches in your throat. Your tongue is flat against the underside of Reg's length, letting your teeth scrape the sensitive skin under the bulbous head. Tears run down your face, and your saliva dripples down your chin, mixing with his salty pre-cum.
Riel behind you is fast and powerful. He pounds into your used hole like there is no tomorrow. The slapping of your skin as he fucks into you can be barely heard under the sounds of the others. Moans and groans fill the bar, and growls echo off the walls. "Fuck this pussy," the half-orc grunts. "So good. So tight."
You can feel your orgasm building up inside you. Your stomach turns with excitement, and your heart thunders against your ribs. Your breathing is ragged and heavy. Your eyes fall shut at the force pushing you higher and higher. Your head starts to spin when Riel smacks your ass again before gripping your hips to chase his own pleasure. The slight pain releases something inside you again, like Eva's bite on your bottom lip not long ago. Your body shakes as you reach your climax.
Your hole pulses around Riel's length, sucking him deeper into your pussy. Fire trails down your body as your muscles tense and twitch without your control. For long seconds, you don't even notice the real world. The only thing that brings you back is the emptiness of your holes. Reg's warm cum paints your face while Riel smears his seed on your bottom. It drips down on your skin, marking you in their musky scent. Their groans mix into a deep rumble, shaking your core.
You are still on the table, lying on your stomach as you watch Eva shaking on Rust's mouth.
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werecreature-addicted · 3 months
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Wanna hold onto someone’s horns while I ride their big red cock until they’re shooting hot sulfurous cum up in my tummy then keep going until they starts crying and begging for me to slow down.
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angelltheninth · 2 months
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Finding Out Your Demon Boyfriend is Ribbed for Your Pleasure
Pairing: Male!Demon x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, ribbed cock, flirting, biting, tail shenanigans, demon anatomy
A/N: More monster stuff, this is loosely based on Krampus from my novel.
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A surprise to be sure, then again you should have expected this given how much he bragged about his dick
Upon expecting it closer and touching it you found that the structure shouldn't be too uncomfortable
From the few strokes you gave him it seemed similar to some of your favorite toys
He told you he was made to fuck you, now is the time to prove it
You feel his hands on you, moving you to the couch with ease
As much as he loves what your mouth could do for him, right now he wants you to feel his cock in your pussy
No condoms, you need to feel all of him
His cockhead pushes past your tight opening, he's just the right thickness too, stretching you but not to the point of it hurting or being uncomfortable
That tail of his has a mind of it's own, wrapping around your ankle and pulling your leg up so he can see the moment he fully sinks in, connected with you
Your walls tighten around him right away, eager to feel his structure, the ribbed feeling that is both familiar and not
It's softer than your toys, twitching, pulsing, hot, so damn hot and it feels so good
He felt shivers running through you, your whole body shaking with his thrusts
Bites your shoulder to hold you still
Which only serves to heighten the pleasure that you feel
Keeps his thrusts at an even pace, he knows it will take a while to get used to getting fucked like this all the time
Overstimulating at first yes, but you really want to get used to it
Might feel too good now but with enough practice your pussy will get used to the feeling
Or maybe it won't and you'll give him this wonderful reaction, mouth open for moans and teary eyes, every time
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lonelymound · 6 months
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Ps, I couldn't find their Tumblr till someone linked it in the replies so thankyou 😍🤩
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candynyams · 15 days
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demon who seduces a priest and makes them start to question their faith, because while they've had such unwavering faith and devotion to their god, their god rarely if ever seems to respond to their prayers. but the demon... the demon is Here, touching them and answering their every guilty plea for more, asking the priest "does your god love you like this?"
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authorsabrinacross · 6 months
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Soft dom demon boyfriend who uses his powers to pin you to the bed and fuck all of your holes while he just sits back and watches you writhe in pleasure.
(I am 1000% doing more with this. Oh my gods.)
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dr3c0mix · 1 year
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Infernal Infatuation
Demon x Gn Reader
I've had a little idea for a while but never managed to write it out. This is gonna be a 2-part fic so better strap in folks :)
CW: murder, gore, shit friend-group, brief mention of animal slaughtering, demonic themes
🔥 You cursed yourself as you sat uncomfortably squished between the car door and one of your friends who didn't even awknowledge your distress.
🔥 Why did you have to listen to your friends? Why did you agree to their text about joining them in trying to perform a "cool demonic looking ritual" they found online? Why is this car so sticky???
🔥 It was loud and generally overwhelming inside the car, blaring music was coming from the speaker, everyone was moving around and singing along to the songs at the top of their lungs, and it looked almost 2am from how dark it was.
🔥 Your friends figured that you all could get in trouble if you performed their little "game" where lots of people could see and decided to drive out somewhere along the highway that had little to no people passing through, especially during that time of day.
🔥 One of your friends, Justin, remembered an old abandoned warehouse that was near and unmonitored, the perfect place to mess around.
🔥 The car turns and drives off the road, rolling along a bumpy terrain as you can see the warehouse grow closer as the car's headlights illuminate its rusty exterior.
🔥 An uneasy feeling grows within your stomach as everyone gets out of the car laughing and checking out the building. You can't keep your eyes off it as its old walls held a sense of dread and doom.
🔥 Audrey, the one who asked you to join, wrapped an arm around you and laughed. "What are you doing you weirdo? C'mon! We got a monster to summon!" She jokes as she catches up to the others. You sigh and shake off the last bits of fear in you.
🔥 Audrey takes out her phone and reads the instructions for the ritual. Your other friends helped in lighting candles, drawing the pentagram and sigils while Justin recorded everything, laughing like it was some everyday prank. You just sat there, getting more and more concerned about the situation.
🔥 You ask Audrey if you could leave, the scene getting a bit much for you but she scoffs, calling you a pussy. Your brow furrows and you sit back down, very hurt by her comment.
🔥 Once everything was set, everyone stood around the pentagram. You join hands as Audrey reads out the chant, Justin still snickering to himself behind his phone.
🔥 "Oh yeah, it says everyone has to make a blood sacrifice of something but we got that covered." Audrey laughs and pulls out a jar of blood from the duffle bag she brought. Apparently they just took the blood from a pig and settled on it, but you feared about the consequences of cheating the ritual so you take a small knife you carry around all the time for self defense and cut a tiny slit in your finger, you drop it in the center while everyone carelessly pours the pig's blood in.
🔥 Everyone goes silent before a low rumbling is felt in the ground, like the earth itself was pulsing.
🔥 Suddenly, the candles are blown out, the smoke from the wicks swirling around the center of the circle as the ground shook violently. Everyone but you start exclaiming in astonishment like it was a magic trick in a circus.
🔥 You step back as the swirl of smoke forms into somewhat of a humanoid shape. The pentagram starts glowing red as the smoky figure opens its pitch eyes, the smoke dissipates to reveal what looks like a man, his grey skin was scattered in black tattoos that covered his arms and back as well as parts of his face. He had ghostly white hair that framed his sharp face perfectly. His tail swished behind him what went from his skin's grey to black the closer it got to the tip. He blinks and white pupils appear in his black eyes. He wore nothing but dark red pants that was held up by a rope or ribbon that was secured along his waste.
🔥 He looks at everyone as your friends all had mixed reactions, some were screaming their heads off while others were laughing and cheering over how their little trick worked.
🔥 Audrey in particular, was ecstatic, taking pictures of the demon as it stared at her.
🔥 "Oh my god, I didn't know he would be so hot!-" She was about to place he hand on his chest when he grabbed her wrist. She yelped and tried to let go but his grip was as strong as iron.
🔥 She starts screaming and trying to push him away while everyone else laughed at the scene. You could only step back and watch as Audrey continued yelling at the boy to let go of her, now scared out of her mind.
🔥 The dreaded ringing of laughter stopped all of a sudden after a loud, wet crack. Blood gushes out of Audrey's arm as he steps back from the grey man, you shake as you still see her now ripped off arm still in his grip.
🔥 Your friend's laughter is replaced with screams as the demon kills off your friends one by one, you run off and take cover behind an old truck in the warehouse while you hear the gruesome sounds of flesh ripping and your friends' screams diminishing with every life taken by the monster you summoned out of pure stupidity and recklessness.
🔥 The sounds stopped for a moment before you hear the sound of footsteps slowly coming towards you. You cry silently, praying to whatever was watching over you to help you, for a saving grace, a miracle, anything to get you out of there.
🔥 Your eyes blink open as you see the man kneeling down at you with wide eyes, the blood of your friends getting absorbed into his skin, giving his eyes a redder tint. You close your eyes, tears falling down your cheeks as you wait for your painful death.
🔥 But it never came.
🔥 A soft touch to your wet face makes you flinch as the demon coos at you and wipes away your tears, rubbing your cheek.
🔥 "Why are you so sad Master? Your sacrifice was much appreciated."
🔥 He spoke with a soft, sultry voice. You stutter out a "What?" as he cocks his head.
🔥 "Yes, those lowly creatures were very annoying, but their blood was the greatest gift I've ever received, such generosity deserves just service, right?" he smiles.
🔥 You were confused; Master? why would he be calling you that? Still frazzled by the events that happened to you, you stood up and started walking away, the moments you've witnessed still not sinking into your soul yet.
🔥 The demon stays where he was a bit longer before catching up to you, still smiling like he didn't just kill 5 people right in front of you.
🔥 "Are we going to your abode, Master? I'd be happy to carry you, you seem a bit exhausted." He said, going in front of you and offering his arms.
🔥 You laugh nervously at him, "N-no! No heheh.. uhm.. I'm fine walking to the car.." You walk by him, as his elvish ears perk up. "Car? I've never been in a car before!"
🔥 Now here you are, driving back to your house in blood-soaked clothes in your now dead friend's car with a demon who was busy sticking his tongue out of the cat window like a giant dog.
🔥 The silence was unbearable as the uneasiness of having such a dangerous creature next to you swallowed you whole, you didn't bother turning on music as he tried turning the dials and broke it.
🔥 "So..uh...why didn't you kill me? I know I'm your 'master' now and all but uh...Why not the others?"
🔥 "You really didn't know how it worked? Well, those idiots took a dumb shortcut and offered the blood of an animal. You, Master, generously gave your own blood for me, speaking of which.." He takes your hand that had the cut and licked it. You pull back your hand in disgust and try to carefully rub off the saliva but find that your finger no longer hurt. You look at it and see the cut fully healed, not a scar left.
🔥 You look at the demon who gave you a toothy smile and sighed.
🔥 "So..what do I call you?"
🔥 "My name is Dorik! May I know your's, Master?"
🔥 "Uh..I'm (Y/N).."
🔥 "What a fun name! (Y/N)..I like it!" He turns his head back to the window and giggles at the wind in his face. You couldn't help but giggle at his cute behavior. Looks like you have a new companion for a while...
🔥 Oh my god your friends are dead...
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