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strawberry-cow-smut · 11 months

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Day and Night ~ An Arataki Itto Thought

🌸Ageless + Minor = DNI🌸

Character: Arataki Itto (Genshin Impact)

Reader: Submissive, Gender Neutral, Bottom

Exploring: Desperation, In Love, Ripped Sheets, Implied Overstim (Reader), Cockwarming, Creampies, Nickname (Reader referred to as "sweet doll" once), Next Morning, Multiple Rounds, Morning Wood Breakfast in Bed, Snuggles

Something something Itto being so desperate to get off he pounds you into the mattress and uses you like a toy even when you're crying and clawing at the sheets and ripping them

He just loves you so much but he just can't stop when you're squeezing around him so tight and making his cock hurt like this

You drive him mad just by existing and with the noises you're making when he's got you pinned under him like this his stamina seems endless

This giant of an oni isn't going to let up anytime soon and you'll still be a fucked out mess when the sun comes up

If by some miracle he actually stops by then, he's still not gonna let you go. You'll be wrapped in his arms for the foreseeable future with no chance of escape, cock buried snugly in your core keeping all his cum inside you

It's not that he has a breeding kink, but this sort of thing's just in his nature, you know? Big man's gotta make sure his sweet doll's all nice and full. He's gotta make sure to keep them safe and protected. What better way to do that than to fuck your brains out and hold you as tight and as long as he can?

Itto definitely falls asleep with his face pressed against the nape of your neck. He loves your scent and the soft panting noises you make before you pass out from exhaustion

If he wakes up before you, one of three things could happen

Itto is hungry. He'll try (and likely fail) to get up without disturbing you to hunt down some grub which he'll then drag back to bed and eat with you. Sweet little breakfast in bed <3

Itto feels sappy. He'll brush hair out of your face and enjoy the sleepy morning cuddles until you wake up. He'll do his best to convince you to stay in bed with him, even going as far as to give you his best puppy-dog eyes and beg for more snuggle time. How could you say no? <3

Itto isn't finished. He'll do his damnedest to stay still, but morning wood makes for quite the foe. He'll hold back as long as he can, but he'll usually be stirring you awake with a pleading beg and gentle bites, whining about wanting to move again but not without your explicit permission. Poor boy's desperate. How could you deny him when he looks so pretty with those tears flowing down his face and his voice is so deep with morning sleep but so vulnerable and laced with his filthiest needy thoughts?

Evenings with Itto turn into nights with a monster, and nights with that monster turn into mornings with the man that lives and loves to please.

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Tags: @themovingcastlez

#arataki itto #itto x reader #genshin smut #itto smut #arataki itto x reader #strawberrycowsmut

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taixju · 2 years

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💌 @strawberry-cow-smut 👉👈

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@strawberry-cow-smut <3 aaaaah you were also one of the first people I met on here through discord :) def. associate you as mammon’s hubby 🤭 (even though I haven’t played the game yet n’ don’t really know the characters LOL) my brain also thinks of a nice vast field, a cool breeze, and the smell of strawberries hehe I hope you’re have a wonderful day, bubs <3

send me a 💌 and i'll tell you something i associate with you

#strawberrycowsmut <3 #game time <3

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strawberry-cow-smut · 10 months

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Egging Him On

🌸Ageless + Minor = DNI🌸

Character: Submissive Top Leviathan (Obey Me!) Note: Leviathan is written with monster anatomy (double dicks, scales, some non-human colors, ovipositor, etc.)

Reader: Dominant, Bottom, Gender Neutral

Exploring: Body Insecurities (Levi), Shame, Self-Degradation (Levi), Praise, Body Worship, Riding, Fucking in the Tub Bed, Oviposition, Dacryphilia, Multiple Orgasms, Begging, Mention of Knotting (does not happen), Egging, Overflow, Unprotected Creampies

He's so ashamed of it.

Thinks you'll find it gross that he's the only one with eggs out of his brothers and that he just wants to put them inside you so badly.

Thinks he's disgusting and shouldn't be so turned on by the thought of you absolutely filled to the brim with his cum and his eggs but damn it gives him raging boners every time the thought crosses his mind.

Tries to avoid ever having sex with you or deflects whenever you try to initiate the first few times.

Trying to put off the inevitable discovery until you straight up ask him if he's ace and if he'd like you to just not try.

And he panics.

Desperately and vehemently says he would absolutely love to have sex with you but he's scared of what you'll think of him.

Scared of the quantity

Scared of the size

Scared of the shapes

Scared of the ability

Scared of the eggs.

It all comes out in a hurried and garbled mess of rambling words. He can't stop himself and he just keeps talking in a hurried and anxious tone, hands flying through the air to punctuate his anxieties and he's only gaining speed until you grab his arms and look him in the eyes, forcing him to stop for a moment and listen to you.

He swallows hard. He's frozen stiff the moment you wrap your hands around his wrists. Even being held down by you like this is getting him riled up.

Calming his worries and pulling his sweatpants down, rubbing the double bulges through his boxers and cooing praises about how big they are, how excited you are to finally see them.

The poor boy's a blushing mess. He's holding his hand to his burning cheeks, but can't bear to tear his eyes from you, whimpering as one starts to leak and the other throbs under your fingertips.

Leviathan watches you with wide eyes as you hook your fingers over the waistband of his boxers and finally expose them to the cool air of his bedroom.

A soft whimper and he finally breaks eye contact, shame and desire overwhelming him as you stare at them, taking in the beautiful shades of cerulean and shimmering orange speckles lining the ridges leading to thick bulbous heads; one with a wide opening for eggs, the other like a slim tentacle, perfect for depositing semen. They writhe and contort with minds of their own, almost like they're looking for something to bury themselves into.

One hand stays at his face as he mumbles an apology for being so gross and the other moves to bring his boxers back up. Your hand catches his and holds it. He jumps slightly, not expecting any of this.,

It takes some words of reassurance, but he starts peeking out at you from behind his fingers again, daring to make eye contact once more as you continue to sing sweet and gentle praises of admiration.

He blushes an even brighter shade of red when those praises of admiration turn into ones of curiosity

Of whether they're smooth or rigid

Of whether they're slimy

Of whether they'll be difficult to take at the same time

Of how full you'll feel with them

Of how full you'll feel with them and his eggs.

He's positive you can hear his heart thumping in his chest. He's not saying a word, but as you draw closer towards him his cocks writhe with more purpose, specifically towards your core.

Pulling off your own clothes and straddling his lap, asking if he'll let you have the honor of fucking him.

He almost starts cumming just from the thought of you wanting him that badly. With a meak nod, he watches as you position your core above his source of shame, and watches them both rise to meet you, push inside you,

finally mate you.

What's that shimmer? From the corner of his eye? Is it a scale? It's moving. It couldn't be.

It rolls down his cheek and drips onto the wall of the tub below him. Several others follow as he lets out a choked sob. He doesn't mean to be so pathetic. It just feels so good. He could never have imagined anything could give him bliss like you are right now. It's incomparable to his hands or those cheap silicone toys from Akuzon.

It's warm and soft and you.

His sweet Player 2. His Henry. His You.

He's finally living one of his disgusting wet dreams. You're bouncing on his lap and he's inside you and you're begging for him to let you have his eggs. You're praising him for every little stutter of his hips and how beautiful he looks with those tears flowing down his face and he's clawing anything he can get his hands on, moaning and whining without restraint about how good it feels and how close he is.

There's a push at your entrance. It feels like it could be a knot.

Is he trying to knot you? No, not quite.

It moves past your entrance and continues upward. It leaves him and joins you, getting pushed deeper every time you crash your hips into his own. His other cock twists and writhes against it, pumping out a surprising amount of fluid that threatens to send you over the edge by itself.

One.

He's apologizing again; begging for forgiveness and crying harder. "Didn't mean to egg you! 'm sorry! 'm so sorry! I'm so gross! Please forgive me! You just felt so so--wait wait wait wait please oh fuck please!"

Why aren't you stopping? Is it those thick tears rolling down his face or is it the cute tone in his voice? Perhaps it's just the way he talks about himself; degrading himself for ruining something he finds to be the epitome of perfection, perfection opposite of his gloomy otaku self.

His hips keep stuttering at an irregular pace, He's still hard. Egging you once wasn't enough for him it seems.

Your movements haven't ceased. They've only come with praises for him about how good he's making you feel.

He's so cute, so perfect.

Him? Perfect? You're melting him in more ways than one.

He's starting to change his tune, stopping his self-degradation and starting to whine and whimper about how happy he is;

happy to be good for you

happy to make you feel so good

happy to fill you with his eggs and how much he wants to make you cum too.

He's daring to move his hands towards your body, claws digging into your waist as his hips thrust into your core. There's another push against your entrance.

More.

And another.

And one more.

Three eggs leave him in quick, consecutive succession, following the same path as the first, embedding themselves inside you and getting fertilized with his thick, cool cum.

Four.

There's just so much of it. So many eggs, so much cum, so much of him. It's threatening to leak out and yet it just keeps coming. He's screaming your name as you claw his chest and scream his in return, bodies convulsing and seizing in sudden, overwhelming pleasure.

He barely catches you as you fall against his chest, heaving with deep breaths as he calms down from his own climax. That picture of you, tongue lolled out and eyes rolled back, hips jerking to meet his own as his eggs stretch you open and force themselves deeper, is forever seared into his mind.

He looks down at you with his tear-stained face. He looks like he's glowing. Actually, he is. Bright blue scales shimmer on the sides of his face, mimicking the sparkle in his eyes as he looks down at you with nothing but pure love and relief at your complete and total acceptance of every part of him.

He leans in for a kiss and holds you close, cocks sliding out with a lewd pop as some of his seed spills out and trickles down to the drain.

Shaking bodies find refuge in each other as exhaustion overtakes your consciousness. He's going to be a mess of shame and blushing pride when you wake up, but for now, he's going to let himself enjoy the moment, knowing you're in his room, in his bed, in his arms, stuffed with his eggs and his cum as he drifts off to sleep with his you.

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Tag List: @themovingcastlez @baizzhu

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Author's Note: This work was inspired by a piece of artwork made by iversiin. It looks like they only have an instagram and twitter though, otherwise I would tag them as well. If fate wants them to see it, then they will. Also if you're iversiin and you're reading this: hello! I love your work and dedicate this one to you! Thanks for the food!

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strawberry-cow-smut · 11 months

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Satan's Classroom Shenanigans

🌸Ageless + Minor = DNI🌸

Characters: Submissive, Top Satan (Obey Me)

Reader: Gender Neutral, Dominant, Bottom Reader

Exploring: Public Play, Secretive Play, Classroom Fucking, Blowjob, Exhibition (if you squint), Dick Riding, Overstimulation (Satan), Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Almost Getting Caught, Infirmary Fucking, Multiple Creampies, Abandonment of Restraint, Demon Form (though not playing a huge part)

Satan struggles to keep his head. Normally collected and focused, sharp as a knife in the classroom, he suddenly finds himself unable to think about anything aside from the menace hiding under his desk, prodding and rubbing at his cock during the last lecture of the day.

He's struggling to sit still. How could he when you're undoing his pants here of all places?! Do you have any idea how many people would see if he moved from his desk? What if the professor asks him to demonstrate a spell? You both would be exposed in a heartbeat.

You dig your nails into his thighs as his hips buck slightly, dick standing tall and proud before you. It's a miracle the tent in his pants didn't rip the fabric. He's leaking precum already and you've barely even touched him. He's so cute when he's this sensitive. You wish you could see his face right now, but that'd blow your cover, and you're going to be too busy blowing him.

His poor pen bears the weight of his restraint, teeth sinking into the cheap plastic covering and nearly puncturing the inkwell within the center. The professor's speaking. The class is entirely silent aside from them, and Satan couldn't stand to bear the embarrassment of moaning mid-lecture like Asmodeus had once done eons ago.

"Satan? Page 164, if you please."

Oh no.

He stands slowly, his left hand gripping the edge of his desk to the point his fingers turn white, his right hand shakily holding the textbook as he sucks in a sharp breath. The desk is at waist height, barely tall enough to hide you sucking his cock like it's the last source of water within an endless desert.

"Magical... Magical Creatures, Chapter Seventeen. The Gryffin is a-ah! A mythological beast whose body resembles that of a lion from the humAN world, and possesses the wings and head of an eagle. They range in size from as SMALL as ah... a mouse to as large as a small tank."

"Thank you, Satan. That will be enough. Are you alright?"

"Y-Yes! I'm perfectly fine! Just... a bit under the weather is all."

"Are you sure? I believe it would be in your best interest to see the nurse."

"I'll be j-just fine. I just need to relax a bit more."

Oh, he'll relax alright.

The professor dismisses him without another word, ending his lecture and instructing the class to continue reading the rest of the chapter on their own. Satan sits with a shaky sigh, cheeks flushed from embarrassment and sweat dripping down his face. He surely intends to show you who's in charge when the two of you get home, but as for now, you're the one holding the metaphorical leash.

As soon as he's relaxed enough, you decide it's time to up your game. Without any warning, your nose is pressed up against his torso, his dick down your throat as far as it can reach. It's a miracle how you can keep quiet with all the spit and the pace you're bobbing your head. He's digging his claws into the seat of his chair now, surely leaving deep cuts that go against the grain of the wood.

He's so fucking close to reaching a peak. Satan hides his head in his arms, forehead pressing against the cool lumber next to his open textbook. Tears prick the corners of his eyes as he struggles to resist coming undone. All he needs is just a bit more. He's torn between wanting to finish and wanting to maintain his dignity in front of his peers, but there's only so much he can do when you're sucking his soul out so feverously.

Satan gives up. He gives up almost completely as his body begins to shake and his claws dig further into the dark oak of his desk. He lets out a sharp whimper, filling your throat with a flowing white river. His classmates and professor look at him, concerned for his wellbeing.

Satan is panting, shaking, barely holding himself together at this point. He pants and takes a few deep breaths to catch his own before looking up at the professor.

"Satan? I do believe you'd better go to the nurse before your condition worsens."

You're quick to clean him up and fix his clothing. Satan's still shaky but agrees with the professor after noticing nothing would be amiss if he chose to stand, thanks to you.

"You're right, Professor. I'll be heading there at once. I-I apologize for concerning you all."

He gathers his belongings and shakily exits the classroom without another word. Some students utter words of concern as his legs threaten to give out with every step. You have no choice but to remain silent in place until the end of the lecture, only able to escape the room once all the other students and the professor have left first.

As the last of the students leave, you join the endless sea of demons and other magical beings flooding the halls between classes. You make your way to the nurse's office, deciding to check and see if your friend is "recovering" alright. Satan's in the third bed, closest to the wall and farthest from the door. The nurse is out for a moment, not an unusual circumstance considering it's their lunch hour.

"You! You almost got us caught with your little stunt in there! I can't believe you had the... the... the audacity to go that far! I didn't expect you to continue until I finished! We're unbelievably lucky the professor mistook me for being unwell."

Satan sighs as you draw closer and sit on the edge of his bed, taking his hand and bringing it to cup your cheek. He brushes his thumb over your cheekbone, sighing.

"Well... I suppose it wasn't all bad. That was... exhilarating, to say the least, even if it may be a bit troublesome to deal with the aftermath. Maybe this sort of thing wouldn't be bad every once in a while. I'm glad we got to explore this side of our relationship together."

He always gets so sweet and sappy after he's coming down from a high. It's sweet. He's always going on about how much he loves you and how he's so happy you both can be as rough or as gentle as the other needs them to be. Unfortunately for him, you're not ready to be sappy. There's still one more thing on your mind, and it's back in his pants.

You stand and pull the privacy curtain shut, closing the view of the bed off from the rest of the world. He stammers, questioning exactly what it is you're doing, a tiny glint of fear peaking through his normally collected demeanor. You turn towards him once more, staring him down as a cat does an injured mouse.

Your pants and undergarments hit the cold tile of the infirmary floor. You climb onto his bed, legs straddling his thighs as you pull his pants and boxers low enough to expose his half-hard cock. He's visibly excited, but his long refractory period prevents him from standing at full attention for a few more minutes. No matter, you reposition your core and take him in completely.

His growling and whining resurface and he lets out an unrestrained moan that fills the room. It's fortunate you two are the only ones in the infirmary, otherwise, there would have been no hiding exactly what's happening behind the thin white linen walls.

You grind against him with every drop of your hips, the pace unbearably fast as his erection continues to harden within you. Your nails dig into his chest, and his own claw at the sheets of the bed, eager to grab hold of something but not wanting to hurt you. He doesn't trust himself not to dig his claws into those thighs he loves so much when he can't even be bothered to restrain his voice for the moment.

Incoherent, muffled voices outside the door begin to grow louder as passing students flood the halls on their way to their dorms and extracurriculars. The only thing you're concerned with is riding him like the insatiable, cock-hungry animal you've become.

"Please! Ngh, fuck! I'm about to cum again! You need to slow down before-- Ah!"

Fuck his moans are beautiful. They start off melodic and end with an enticingly lewd growl. You didn't know he could be this expressive in bed before today. He's practically begging for mercy, still sensitive from the classroom shenanigans.

You do not grant it.

Satan's back arches and his hips thrust upward into you as he orgasms a second time. You're lifted up as his hips stutter beneath you, voice filling the room with lewd curses strung together as his eyes roll to the back of his head and the sheets begin to tear under his grip. He begins to still after a few moments, but you don't stop. You don't even slow down.

Satan's hands frantically look for anything to ground himself, worsening the tears in the fabric below him. His frantic gaze lands on the pillow lying underneath his head. He grabs at it, hoping for something to help relieve the intensity of the high you're pushing him towards, but in his overstimulated and careless state, he can't control his own strength. It takes mere seconds before there's a mess of feathery down and fabric scraps surrounding the head of the infirmary bed.

His eyes are starting to glow. Feathers are pushing out sporadically against the skin around his neck. Horns pierce through the golden hair on his crown His canines are growing sharper and his growls start sounding far less than human. There's not much left of his ability to control himself, though with you there was hardly ever any to begin with.

His claws slip from the mangled mess of a pillow and find their way to your hips, digging his nails into your sides and rutting up into your core; fucking his seed deeper without the restraint he desperately clung to before. His speed is almost unbearable. The way his cock drills into all the right places has you seeing stars and crying his name in response.

The thrusts are losing their regularity. Hips stuttering and nails threatening to pierce the soft skin of your hips, Satan bites down on his own lip until he's the one bleeding; filling you for a third time this afternoon.

It's almost unbearable. With the way his cum flows out of you like a river, you're mindlessly thanking yourself for having the foresight to make sure neither of you were still wearing your uniform pants.

With shaky legs and sweat covering both of your bodies, you fall to the side to catch your breath, grabbing some nearby tissues and cleaning the both of you up enough to at least redress before someone walks in and manages to put two and two together.

Satan's head flops to the side to gaze at you; chest heaving with every breath.

"Haah--that was... that was amazing." A hand comes up to push back his golden locks to unobscure bright green eyes, softening as they settle upon your glowing form.

His hand comes to rest gently against your cheek as he tilts your chin for a tender kiss, wanting to cherish this moment. As much as you want to indulge him and relish this moment, the growing sound of clicking heels interrupts the saccharine air of your post-orgasm bliss.

You shoot out of his infirmary bed, standing up straight and wiping the remaining sweat off your face in a flash, just in time for RAD's nurse to pull back the curtain and stick a thermometer in his mouth without a word. A minute passes silently without them acknowledging your presence. until the thermometer's beep cuts through the still air.

"Hm." The nurse pulls the thermometer out of his mouth and jots down the reading onto their clipboard.

"Professor called ahead for this one. Sweating, flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, abnormal behavior in class, sluggish and lethargic disposition. Sounds like a classic fever." The nurse turns towards you.

"You live in the same building, correct? Make sure he gets home safe and gets plenty of rest and fluids. He should be fine by Monday if he listens and takes some standard fever-reducing medicine from the drugstore. He's to stay strictly on bedrest until he can stand without losing his balance. "

"Oh don't worry. He'll definitely be getting that bedrest."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tags: @snowsnetwork

#om! satan x reader #satan x reader #om! satan #satan obey me #obey me smut #strawberrycowsmut #holy fuck sorry this took so long i literally was stuck for MONTHS in my head and just like not in a good way #this has literally been in my drafts for ages and im not so in love with the way i wrote it compared to when i first started it but #hey at least it's done now #pspsps satanfuckers pspspsps come get your poorly made crumbs

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strawberry-cow-smut · 2 years

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Bratty Belphegor

🌸Ageless + Minor = DNI🌸

Characters: Bratty Bottom Belphegor

Reader: Gender Neutral, Dominant, Brat Tamer, Top Reader (Reader is written in second-person. The only pronoun used to address the reader is "You". Reader is described as having a cock, but can be interpreted as being AMAB or as the reader having a strap-on)

Exploring: Dom/Sub Dynamic, Brat/Brat-Tamer Dynamic, Begging, Dacryphilia (crying), degradation, Choking, Dubcon/Coercion

Content Warnings: Coercion/Dubcon, Choking, Degradation

⚠️WARNING: DARK CONTENT AHEAD!⚠️

Sneaking up to the attic with Belphegor during the day for a nap, but you have absolutely no intention of sleeping. He's fucking tired, as usual, and you're at your wit's end; libido fogging your brain and making it difficult to control your hips grinding against the little spoon in your grasp.

"Belphie, please? I need it so fucking bad right now. It's like that golden hellfire newt syrup or whatever, but this time it's affecting me instead of you!" Belphie rolls over a tad more, shoving his face in a pillow and letting out a barely audible muffle.

"Babe I'm tiiiireeed. Can't you just get off yourself? Or use a toy? Wanna nap before dinner…"

"Why do you always have to be so mean? I just wanna show you how much I love you, how much I need you, Belphie.

Your whimpering's starting to get to him. You can see his eyes glance about the room as he tosses his words around his mind. Your left-hand traces down his side as you continue to softly rock your hips against his ass, catching on the hem of his shirt and sliding under. Fingertips gently graze up his side and back down, only to slide under the waistband of his shorts and trace his hip. His breathing catches for a moment. Wandering hands are rather persuasive.

"You really are such a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that? Just make it quick so I can sleep."

That's all you needed to hear. Belphegor keeps his face nestled against his pillow as your hands keep tracing his body. His breathing stutters and shakes as your touches linger against his sensitive spots: the back of his neck, his hips, the backs of his thighs, the middle of his back between his shoulder blades.

He doesn't move an inch; fitting for the avatar of sloth. He does, however, raise his hips up slightly when you decide to stop teasing him as much and take off his shorts and boxers. He props himself up on his knees, chest, and head still laying against the soft and fresh linen sheets.

He's exposed so beautifully for you. The lavender scent of the body wash from his shower earlier that morning still clings to his skin. His ass is small and soft. It's squishy and fits perfectly within your grasp. The flesh turns a light shade of pink after a playful pinch. He manages to barely silence a squeak, though you noticed a tiny tremor shoot through his body. He's oh so honest, even when he isn't.

"Good boy."

"Shut the fuck up and get it over with already."

Belphie readjusts his legs and relaxes a bit, waiting for you to make your next move, but you don't. You just sit there. He grows irritated.

"Hurry up! Quit staring and get off already! I'm getting cold laying here like this!"

"Not yet."

"'Not yet'? What do you mean 'not yet'?!"

"That's just it. Not yet."

"What?! But you were the one who was fucking begging!"

He's right, but it seems something's changed. You're not the only one riled up anymore. His cock's hanging in full view; erect with a bright red head and leaking tiny beads of precum that start to accumulate at the tip.

"You're right, but now it's your turn. Beg."

"You entitled piece of shit! I'm not gonna fucking beg for you! Not now!"

"Tsk tsk tsk. You'll wish you wouldn't've said that."

"What do you-- AH!" His sentence is cut short as a handprint begins to take shape on his ass.

"You?! You fucking asshole!"

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Belphie. The choice is yours."

"Fuck you."

"Hard it is."

"Since I love you so much, I'll give you one last chance to beg for me to fuck you." You lean down and press a kiss to the lower portion of his spine where his tailbone begins, allowing a river of your saliva to trail down to his hole. Your hands continue to knead at the soft flesh, helping to guide it.

"Eat shit."

And with those words, you pull away and shift your body closer to his, placing one hand over the back of his neck and allowing the other to grip his waist as you guide your piece into him.

He whimpers below you, shaking and asking what the hell you're doing, saying it hurts, obviously expecting more prep than just some spit and you playing with his cheeks. You just continue to smile and push further. It's supposed to hurt this time.

Truth be told, you wanted to be nice to him today. You wanted to treat your special man and please him, make him feel so fucking good that all he can do is whine and cum and cry and cum and hold onto you for dear life and cum, but he had to be a fucking brat today instead.

You're still going to make him do that for you, but he's gonna have to fucking earn it.

Although he's gonna have to be punished a bit, you show a sliver of mercy and decide to stay still after bottoming out so he can adjust to your size. He's holding fistfuls of the sheets and taking deep breaths to relax, refusing to show any kind of weakness.

You don't particularly like this attitude of his. You think it needs some adjusting. You wait for him to adjust to your size, but you don't wait for him to finish adjusting.

You rock your hips once against his. He gasps and his thighs tense as does his torso.

"Still not a sound out of you? So disobedient today~"

"I'm nngh… I'm not gonna break that easily, not for you at least. You're gonna have to do better than that to break me."

"Oh, I plan to. Now, why don't you think about what I told you to do earlier? Be a good boy…" you pull out slowly, almost to the tip, and suddenly sheath yourself inside with a quickness that tosses his body, yours, and the bed forward to knock against the attic wall.

He yelps and his arms shoot forward to try and keep his face from hitting the headboard. He manages to catch himself, and you in the process, but ends up with you balls deep inside him

"…And beg for me to fuck you."

It isn't long before you're thrusting into him at a steady pace, the tops of your thighs hitting against the backs of his several times a second. He's drooling but refusing to let any noise escape his mouth. He's so fucking stubborn, but you know he's close. There's a puddle under his cock from all the pre he's leaking with thin strands connecting it to his tip. His fingertips are losing color with how tightly he's gripping his pillow.

"Slow down! SLOW DOWN!! IT'S TOO MUCH!" Reluctantly, you oblige his request, slowing your thrusts before completely stopping, your cock resting inside him. Your hands gently rub his back and find their way to stroke his hair.

" 'Too much' in the sense that you need to stop everything, or 'too much' as in it feels too good?"

"Fuck. It's too… I'm… I need…"

"Speak up baby. Talk to me."

"Close… I'm too close… I'm not gonna cum!"

He sounds so shameful, almost pitiful. He's lying to himself. He's shaking with every breath and his cute little ass is twitching around your cock.

"Oh, Baby, I'm just getting started. I know exactly how you wanna fucking take it. You're gonna fucking cum for me." Your words are punctuated with sharp thrusts straight into him, ones strong enough to lift his knees from the mattress and send him crashing down on your cock hard enough to finally make him scream. You resume the pace you'd held before, pinpointing the exact angle you know will drive him over the edge he's trying so hard to avoid.

"Come on, sweet boy. Fucking cum for me. Wanna see that cute, fucked-out expression you get when you just can't keep yourself together anymore. Maybe if you stop being a fucking pathetic brat and be honest with yourself I'll be nicer next time!"

The hand you'd kept on his hips makes its way around his cock, pumping it in time with your thrusts.

Tears are starting to flow down from his eyes and wet his chest and your hands. You loosen the grip on his neck, but continue to hold him close to you with it.

Your grip on his cock changes. It's loose near the base and tight at the tip, almost as if you're trying to milk every last drop of cum out of him. He's so fucking close to letting go. All he needs is a bit more to push him over the edge.

"You can do it, baby! Be a good little brat and fucking cum for me! Let it all out! That's all you're good for when you're like this!" The mixture of pleasure, encouragement, degradation, and praise is just too much. Belphegor tosses his head back with a high-pitched whine, grabbing the hand around his cock and holding it still as he thrusts his hips forward, fucking his release into your fist and himself back on your cock with every stuttering movement of his hips.

His mouth is stretched open. His tongue peeks over his bottom lip, threatening to spill out of his mouth entirely. His hips are shaking and his ass is squeezing around you. The only sounds he's able to make now are unintelligible mumbles and quiet little mutters about how good he feels. He's digging his nails into your arm. It only hurts a little, but it's more than worth seeing him reduced to such a slutty mess.

You let go of his neck, bringing your hand down to rub his chest and hold him close in a more loving embrace.

"Shh… That's right, baby. Let it all out for me. You're so good when you're like this, all fucked out and dumb for me. I love you so much for letting me turn you into this depraved, thoughtless mess. Such a beautiful sight." You pepper kisses on the side of his neck and his shoulders. He needs a moment to calm down from his high, and it's honestly your favorite part of the whole ordeal: getting to see him reach Cloud Nine and then float back down to Hell with you.

#strawberrycowsmut #om belphegor #belphegor obey me #om! belphegor #belphegor x y/n #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #om belphie #om! belphie #omswd #obey me shall we date #belphegor smut #obey me smut #belphie obey me #belphie x y/n #belphie x reader #belphie smut #shall we date belphegor

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Diluc and Heels Headcanon

🌸Ageless + Minor = DNI🌸

Character: Diluc

Reader: Gender Neutral, Submissive, Bottom (No anatomy mentions)

Exploring: Reader wearing heels, mating press, overstim (if you squint),

Headcanon that Diluc loves those chunky boots that make you absurdly tall

The way your shadow cascades over you and the positioning of the sun makes you seem like you're glowing from behind

He just loves looking up at you and it's a nice change of pace to stand on his tip-toes to steal a kiss

The strength and additional confidence they seem to give you drives him mad. He loves it when you feel like you could kill a man because he'll 110% secretly hope that man is him.

He also loves that the heel makes it so much easier for him to grab and force you into a mating press during those late night ruts when neither of you seem to be able to think straight

He loves how it catches you by surprise every time he shoves your thighs to your shoulders and slams his cock straight into your body pinned below him

He loves the sticky, squelching, drippy mess it makes you and the fucked out look on your face with your tongue lolling out and eyes rolling to the back of your head

He loves you.

He loves you, and those absurd shoes that make you complain after wearing them too long.

He loves you and the absurd shoes and how much they make him melt for you.

#diluc smut #diluc x gender neutral reader #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x you #diluc my beloved #strawberrycowsmut #totally didn't just think about this bc i bought boots with an absurdly tall heel no way omg why would you ever think that haha

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strawberry-cow-smut · 1 year

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Pls rb once you answer bc i am genuinely curious and would appreciate a larger sample size

#i have polls now #tumblr polls #strawberrycowsmut

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strawberry-cow-smut · 2 years

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Join the Devildom Dream Domain discord server (application link in my pinned post) and you may even get early sneak peeks of fics from myself and other writers! Here's one now!! (/j)

#cowgoesmoo #strawberrycowsmut #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #om! solomon #solomon x mc #solomon x reader

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strawberry-cow-smut · 2 years

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It's funky bein a writer sometimes bc i have friends who know i write n they give me way too much credit for what little work i actually do

"Omg what's your writing process? How do you do it?! What inspirations and experiences do you draw from?!"

Buddy, my entire writing process is going into my discord server, screaming im horny/soft/sad, and then writing down exactly why and shoving various characters into different slots until something clicks

#cowgoesmoo #strawberrycowsmut #strawberrycowdrabbles

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strawberry-cow-smut · 2 years

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Size Kink Thought

🌸Ageless + Minor = DNI🌸

Character(s): Any, but written with Beel and Diavolo in mind

Reader: Gender Neutral, Bottom

Exploring: Size Kink, Scent

Wanting to surprise your man with a kinky night.

Thinking you're being so slick, stretching yourself to take his thick cock all day with smaller toys so he can jump to the main event if he wishes.

It isn't much of a surprise. He can smell your arousal and knows what's waiting for him the moment he steps into either of your rooms.

He is so fucking eager to come in there now, to split you on his throbbing cock and to see you fit all of him like a good little toy.

But he continues to wait.

He continues to wait because he knows you need that prep time if he even wants to attempt to fit all of his cock inside your cute little human body.

The sight of you struggling to take the last few inches is his favorite, but he wants you to enjoy it too, so, for you, he'll wait as long as it takes, and then destroy you the moment you allow him to.

#size difference #strawberrycowsmut #obey me diavolo #diavolo obey me #diavolo x y/n #om! diavolo #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub obey me #beel obey me #om! beel #beel x y/n #beelzebub x y/n #om! beelzebub

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strawberry-cow-smut · 2 years

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Pet Play Headcanons

🌸Ageless + Minor = DNI🌸

Characters: (All Owners, Separate Relationships) Mammon, Levi, Satan, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, Thirteen

Reader: Gender Neutral, Submissive, Pet

Exploring: Pet Play (all), Blowjobs (Mammon), Doggystyle (Mammon), Spoiling (Mammon, Diavolo, Simeon), Dress Up (Leviathan), Cuddling (Leviathan), Begging (Satan), Aftercare (Satan), Massage (Satan), Dacryphilia (Satan), Foodplay (Beelzebub), Biting (Beelzebub), Marking (Beelzebub), Neglect (Belphegor), Ignoring (Belphegor, Simeon), Training (Barbatos), Perfection (Barbatos), Overstimulation (Barbatos, Diavolo), Exhaustion (Barbatos, Diavolo), Experimentation (Thirteen, Solomon), Scarification (Solomon), Punishment (Simeon), Coddling (Simeon)

A/N: I didn't include all the characters because I either don't know them well enough to offer any good ideas, or I couldn't come up with any. I might write for the ones I'm missing in this post later, but I'm not sure yet.

Mammon would spend so much time pampering his pet, making sure to get all sorts of gilded collars and harnesses and the finest gems to adorn his pet's body. No price tag is too much. If he wants to see his pet wearing it, he will. He indulges you in every aspect of life, but in bed, he takes as much as he pleases. You're on your knees the entire time either sucking him off or with your ass in the air.

Levi's absolutely flustered at owning such a needy pet. He spends half his time petting and cuddling innocently, but that time snuggling is spent with your ass pressed right against his cock, and all the "readjusting" you do certainly can't be accidental. He's in actual shock over how kinky it is in the moments he realizes just how good his pet looks for him in certain costumes and cosplays.

Satan's so fucking mean but so sweet at the same time. Some days he makes you beg for every single little thing, from a glass of water to the right to breathe next to him. Other times, he indulges his pet and allows you to lay on his lap while he reads. He brushes your hair and rubs your back with gentle yet firm hands that work out all the knots. He makes you cry in bed from all the pleasure and cry again during aftercare when you realize just how much he loves you.

Beel's always searching for the best treats for his pet., and makes sure to include plenty of pineapple in his sweet little thing's diet. You'll never go hungry with him. He coats you in candy clothing, popcorn garlands, and more. He loves seeing his pet looking appetizing as can be, and, even more, he loves devouring his nightly snack. His pet is treated with the utmost care, but the moments in the bedroom are only to satisfy his hunger, whether it be the one from his stomach or his hunger to devour your body himself, or his urge to watch his cock pistoning in and out of you while he leaves bites on your neck.

Belphegor

Belphegor's pet gets tortured and neglected in the sweetest of ways. Sometimes he ignores you, pretending he can't even hear your voice. On his meanest days, he pretends you're invisible too. He's such an ass. On the days he does pay attention to you, he has you service him as he lazily plays with your body. He never puts in more effort than is necessary unless he's especially pent up.

Barbatos

Barbatos's pet is perfect. You're perfectly trained in every way and will obey his every command. You're going to be a mess when he's done with you for the night, but he'll make sure you're conscious as long as possible. You aren't finished until you're unable to stay awake or use the safeword. He never goes too far. You're trained to endure anything he can give you.

Diavolo

Diavolo's pet is spoiled rotten. You get every treat, toy, outfit, and more you desire. Nothing is off-limits for you. Even Barbatos has been ordered to treat you like royalty. Everything gets dropped the moment his highness's pet asks for something as small as a fresh pillow, no matter how important whatever they were doing before was. In return, the pet is used to exhaustion when the prince needs a bit of stress relief.

Thirteen

Thirteen's pet is trained in a way different from Barbatos. You're trained for agility courses and shows. After all, she needs someone to help test out her traps. She praises her pet for escaping them and helping to find any flaws in her work, but she loves it oh so much when her little pet's all caught up and immobilized for her torturous hands to begin playing with.

Solomon

Solomon's pet, like Thirteen's, is a test subject. He tests out his spells, both painful, hypnotizing, and pleasurable to make sure they have the desired effects. His pet is praised for enduring so much for him and is doubly rewarded with whatever play you desire afterwards, whether it be a magical clone gangbang or simply cuddles and pets. Solomon's pet bears many scars, but of their own choosing. He could make them go away in an instant, but you're so enamored with him that you've begun to treasure the marks his testing has left.

Simeon

Simeon's pet is treated like glass. Nothing can touch his pet but him and the collar he's chosen. Everything you come into contact with is soft and gentle. You're not allowed to do anything on your own. You can't walk, you can't eat, you can't dream without Simeon there to carry, feed, or rock you to sleep. His presence is almost overbearing, but his pet doesn't mind. The pampering you receive almost rivals that of the King's pet, but Simeon doesn't allow himself to spoil his pet rotten. He still has his limitations and rules in place, although their rigidity is questionable. Most of the time you can escape sanction with teary eyes and a weak "I'm sorry". He can't stay mad at you for too long. On the days he's had it, you're denied any kind of contact. You're made to sit on the floor and think about what you've done. He doesn't acknowledge your existence until he decides you've been good long enough.

#obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me thirteen #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #strawberrycowsmut

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Submissive Lucifer Thought

🌸Ageless + Minor = DNI🌸

Character: Submissive, Bottom, Lucifer

Reader: Gender Neutral, Dominant, Top (No anatomy mentions)

Exploring: D/S Relationship, Pet (as a title), Fingering (male receiving), Experimenting, Lucifer Discovering Sub-Space

Lucifer acts like the big man on campus 24/7. He's the one person in charge of every situation, no matter who else is present. He's the ultimate demon aside from Barbatos with absolute control. When he invites you to his room after dinner for a rather rough night for the first time, he soon discovers the control he's so used to wielding has suddenly vanished. He guides you to the bed and invites you to lay down. He crawls to you, a giant body looming over your comparatively small figure when suddenly his entire world shifts without any warning. He's pinned to the bed, and the meek human he's so used to protecting is now his biggest predator. Their face is different. Their stance is rough and ready to strike. He feels... vulnerable and weak, for the first time in centuries. He looks into his human's eyes and can instantly tell there's nothing he can do to escape the inevitable. He's not going to be in charge of anything tonight.

The human undresses him with vigor, ready to break him and make him fall from grace all over again. His cock springs forward, unexpectedly painfully hard. "Why?" he thinks. "Why am I shaking? Why can't I get a grip on anything but them? I'm not used to this. What's happening? It's all so new and it feels strange, yet it's so arousing that I can't imagine stopping now."

Lucifer's allowing what was supposed to be his pet take the lead. His legs are pushed to his chest. He feels so exposed. He normally would have no problem being exposed to them whether it be at a beach or bathhouse or even a simple moment in the gym locker rooms after training, but tonight he isn't calling the shots. He follows every order perfectly. His mind isn't racing like it normally does. He isn't considering every possibility nor is he worried about everything that could go wrong. His mind is at ease as his pet does all the thinking for him. For a moment, he considers whether he's the pet in this situation, but for him to admit that would be preposterous.

His legs stay glued to his torso as his pet commands. He experimented with bottoming on his own but never imagined it would feel so good when someone else was the one stretching him open, rubbing his insides so roughly with the tips of their fingers and searching for just the right--

They've found it.

His back arches and his toes curl as he sucks in a sharp breath. He doesn't know whether to squeeze his eyes shut or to let them fly open. His composure is falling to pieces; decaying with every curl and movement their greedy hands make inside him.

"Please!" Please? Please?! Since when? Since when does the Avatar of Pride, former Seraphim, Right-hand man to the next Demon King, THE Lucifer Morningstar beg? What is he begging for? For more? For permission to be this lewd and this thoughtless? For permission to cum already? For permission to surrender all of himself to a mere human?

He isn't reaching his peak just yet. His cock throbs and bounces with every thrust of their hand, but he's not going to let himself become undone this quickly. He's much too prideful for that.

"Cum for me."

Nevermind.

Lucifer lets out an anguished groan, body shaking and painting his own stomach and chest with his own seed. It's an image befitting of a renaissance painting. His cheeks are flushed. His hair's a mess. His pupils are dilated and the normally faint ruby red is shining brightly as his eyes roll to the back of his head and his head tips back, exposing his neck. His muscles twitch and seize against his wishes, but he has no control at all anymore.

His human keeps their arm still but curls their fingers slowly into his prostate as he continues to shake and ride out his orgasm, likely the first of many in store for him that night. They praise him, calling him a good boy and using their free hand to massage his ass and thighs. When he's finished shooting rope after rope of thick, sticky cum they slowly slide their fingers out and lazily pump his cock for a moment before brushing some hair from his eyes.

Why did he obey that command? Was it a command? He didn't even feel the pact magic kick into effect. What happened? Has he fallen so far as to be completely under control, to be the pet, of something so beneath him?

Yes. He has.

#d/s partnership #strawberrycowsmut #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #lucifer x y/n #om! lucifer

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Rocky Roadtrip

🌸Ageless + Minor = DNI🌸

Characters: Soft Dom Simeon

Reader: Gender Neutral, Submissive, Bottom

Exploring: Pet Name (Simeon calls reader "my dove"), Public Play, Toys (Dildos used on Simeon AND Reader), Fingering, Discreet Play, Fully Clothed, Whining, Begging (if you squint)

Both of you are desperate to outlast the other.

It started off at home, the two of you in his bedroom grinding and letting your hands wander, exploring each curve, scar, and dip adorning each other's bodies. You both knew the other students, both friends and strangers, would be getting back from their day out any minute now, but that didn't matter. You both kept the agonizingly slow pace that continued to burn brighter inside with every passing minute.

Not a single article of clothing leaves either body, but the sensation of your hand sliding down his chest, his hands curving around your hips, it's almost too much to bear. Simeon pulls away only for a moment, rummaging through the bottom drawer of his nightstand. The front door unlocks and familiar voices bounce off the walls. You two couldn't continue without the others becoming suspicious. There's no way either of you could stay here, but that didn't mean either of you wanted to stop.

In his gloved hands, he holds two objects you would have never expected someone so righteous to possess; things thought to be tools of depravity and blasphemers, long and firm, just waiting to slide into a welcoming sanctuary and bring bliss almost unheard of.

"Lay down for me, my dove."

You obey without a second thought. You trust him to take care of you in every respect. Simeon's gentle nature, shining smile, and delicate hands can put you at ease or inspire a racing heart at a moment's notice. His hands slide up your figure to your shoulders, carefully dragging his fingertips over as much of you as he can possibly manage. To him, all of you, body, heart, mind, and soul, is a work of art meant to be cherished and enjoyed just as one would take hours gazing at the Mona Lisa.

He gives a light but firm squeeze when they reach your shoulders before trailing them back down to your waist, index fingers hooking and tugging your uniform pants just to your knees. His right hand lets go of your pants and trails to your thigh, soft fingertips stroking the tender muscle and gently asking you to spread yourself without a word.

You oblige readily, raising both legs up and exposing yourself a bit further to the embodiment of safety and care. His left hand rises to his face where his mouth opens and he wets his first two fingers with saliva. Some drips down his chin as his eyes lock with yours, tongue making sure to coat every millimeter.

"You're making me drool for you already. Only you could leave me this restless." His hand dips down, softly trailing a line of spit from the clothing line left in your skin to your sensitive sex. He traces his fingertips around your entrance before slowly sliding the first digit in smoothly.

His movements are slow and small, treating you as if tissue paper was comparable to concrete. He changes the angle every few thrusts, trying to make sure you're being stretched open for him nicely. You whine, craving more stimulation from the cautious angel catering to your every need. He works in a second finger alongside the first, moving slower than before.

"Patience, my dove. I'm just as eager as you are, but I love you too much to bring you any harm."

His fingers spread, separating and massaging your insides, curving and straightening, pressing and rubbing. It's just barely below what you need, but he won't give you more just yet.

His right hand wanders along the bed, finding the long, thick toy from before, and brings it to his mouth. His tongue snakes out, brushing along the underside of the toy's head before enclosing his lips around the tip. Simeon takes a deep breath through his nose, chest fluttering as he exhales and he takes a majority of the shaft in his mouth.

His left hand leaves your body and settles on the side of your thigh, holding your legs up for him. You try to grind against the air, begging for him to keep touching you. His eyes are glossing over. He whines in response and pulls the toy out of his mouth, positioning it to replace where his other hand just left.

"Relax for me, my dove. I promise you're going to enjoy this so much."

There's that angelic smile again. His free hand caresses your cheek as he presses his forehead to yours and slides the toy deep inside you. It enters faster than his hands did. He's growing desperate, almost impatient.

You struggle to keep quiet for him. After all his light touches and earlier teasing, finally feeling so full has you shuddering and grabbing at the sleeves covering his biceps.

He presses a lingering kiss to your cheek. "You're doing so well for me. You've taken it all at once and kept quiet. You're so good for me, my dove. I love you so so much. Be good for me just a bit longer, okay? I promise you we'll take care of that lust soon."

He pulls away. His hands leave your body as he stands up straight, removing his own pants and exposing the hard, leaking cock springing forward from his waist. It takes every ounce of restraint he has to not stroke himself to the sight of you laid out before him: on your back, on his bed, legs spread and stuffed with one of his toys, just begging to be touched some more. You're every single one of his wet dreams rolled into one person. You're temptation incarnate and he is Eve, picking the forbidden fruit all over again.

He drools over his fingers some more, coating them and prepping himself to take the other toy. His hands move quickly and with little caution. He knows what his body can take and he can't stand to wait another second. Simeon takes the toy into himself with a breathless moan, tears of pleasure beginning to well in his eyes but never spilling over.

With shaking legs he reclothes himself, straightens up his uniform, then does the same to you. He takes your hand and guides you to the door. You don't know what he's thinking. He knows beyond that door is the hallway, then the staircase leading to the living room. He knows there are other students nearby.

Your steps become heavier with hesitation. He stops before the door, raising a hand to cup your cheek once more and gently brushing his thumb over the bone below it.

"We're only passing through for a moment. Please trust me, my dove. We won't be staying in their view for long. They'll never have to know what we're up to. I promise." The cerulean crystals embedded in his face hold no malice or sign of trickery. His intentions ring true.

Being calmed by his reassurance, you open the door and follow his lead through the common areas. The two of you are unquestioned as you pass through the small groups littering the halls and foyer. He guides you out the front door and heads down the street, around the corner to the bus station.

At this time of day, this route is nearly empty. It's a wonder why the Devildom Transit System still runs it at this hour, though with the surplus of magic surging through the realm's streets like blood flows through veins, there's little reason not to make use of it.

The angel runs his fingertips along your hand, tracing shapes with his short nails into the delicate skin of your open palm. He brings your hand up to his face, pecking a kiss to your wrist and returning it to your sides as the bus arrives.

The driver ignores Simeon's polite "Hello" as he pays the fare before guiding you to the back of the bus. Today the route remains relatively uncrowded, save for a group of demons on their way up the mountain to a campsite. They've brought so much gear with them that it's difficult to see just how many there are. Few, if any at all, acknowledge the angel and human taking seats nearby.

"Relax, my dove. You've been doing so well for me. We'll be here until the route loops up and down the mountain back to our stop." Simeon brings his hand up to your cheek again, caressing it the way he has countless times before. Your shoulders drop and you release a breath you didn't realize you had even been holding. The walk over here had the toy twisting and moving ever so slightly inside you. The girth alone is enough to cause your walls to struggle to maintain any purchase and your core is already burning again. Wait, the mountain?!

The bus takes off before you can form another thought. It takes off down a decaying street filled with potholes and uneven ground. The bus's suspension causes the cabin to rock and jump with every little disturbance in the brick and stone below it. Your body leaves the seat a few times only to come crashing back down. The loose bits of camping gear, zippers, pots, pans, and marshmallow roasters, all slam together to create a cacophony of noise that drowns out any other sound.

Next to you, Simeon keeps an iron grip on his seat. He's grinding his ass down onto it, gasping for air with each bump and turn of the vehicle. His arms are shaking and his eyes are unfocused and rolling into the back of his head. He looks as if someone brought a Devilhub screenshot to life, but it's not as if you were in any condition to judge.

You were in a sorry state yourself. If it hadn't been for the surrounding noise, surely most of the demons exploring the street outside the bus windows would have heard exactly how depraved you sounded. Your body alternates between becoming pliant and tensing for the toy stirring up your insides with the unpredictable movements of the terrain below you.

Simeon grabs your hand, struggling to control himself and searching for you to ground him. The tent in his lap is prominent and a wet spot is starting to reveal his tip through the thin fabric. His other hand cups your cheek once again and brings you into a needy kiss. His composure has faded and given way to his desperation. You return the kiss, mimicking his movements and grinding down on your own toy as well.

As the bus struggles to pull itself up the last stretch of the mountain route, it jostles feverously, shaking everyone and everything inside more aggressively than ever before.

Simeon continues to kiss you, moving his hand down into your pants with the goal of tipping you over the edge before the ride is over. His hands know exactly where to rub and press, how to pet and squeeze, when to speed up and slow down.

His orgasm sneaks up on him and comes crashing down, causing his legs to kick out from underneath him and his hand to abuse the power given to him and grant sensation beyond what he'd normally bestow upon you. His peak brings you to your own, and continues further as he deals with the aftershocks surging through his body. Cum leaks through the fabric of his pants and makes itself known, shimmering white beads pooling proudly against a deep abyssal background.

The bus halts to a sudden stop as the benches and signs of the Devil's Peak Station align with the doors next to the driver. One of the demons stands quickly, overly excited to begin their camping trip, and knocks a protein shake out of their companion's hand, sending it tumbling and spilling straight into Simeon's lap.

The attention is sudden and for a moment you panic, unsure if Simeon has recovered enough from his high to deal with the situation. You begin stuttering, unable to form a coherent sentence due to the powerful aftershocks of your own high still surging through you.

Simeon shoots his signature angelic grin toward the demon who offers him a spare towel to clean up with in apology. He masterfully calms the apologetic campers and sends them on their way with some well-wishes and reminders to be careful with their campfire activities when the time comes. It's almost magical, really, how the only one to notice his change in demeanor from fucked out to fully composed is you.

The bus driver closes the door as the last of the camping demons exits and begins his descent down the equally-shaky road leaving the mountain. Simeon takes your hand once more, stealing another breathless kiss as he presses his lips to the shell of your ear, whispering, "Let's see if we can hit another high before we hit the bottom."

#obey me simeon #simeon obey me #om! simeon #simeon x y/n #obey me!#shall we date obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #omswd #obey me mc #strawberrycowsmut

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