As requested by @ambereyedsnek who wanted some Shizuki smut in her life lol
There isn’t much content for that fandom and I hope he didn’t become OOC :)
Thanks to @sonicloudbat and @jennacat84 for beta-reading it ^^
Tags: Temperature Play, Outdoor sex, Bondage (in form of shackles)
Wordcount: 4772
FIRST OF ALL, this is based on the fact that I searched what a geisha do, because I really didn’t know, and I read that basically, even if they may look the same at first, you can recognize if someone is a geisha or a prostitute based on how the obi is laced. Prostitutes has it in front, geishas in the back, the problem is that, at least in my opinion, Kagemaru has it in the middle 💀…
This is how this story is born. I wish you to understand that this is NOT the work of a geisha and I have no intention of degrading it has a work or anything. Thanks for reading this
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You didn’t expect to find him when you accompanied your father to meet a client at that… place. It made you uncomfortable and you regretted coming with him almost immediately. There were so many woman dressed in a weird way, and you could have sworn that some of them where in a… intimate situation… with some clients. Your father and his client were at the third cup of sake, both already tipsy, when you saw him.
Kagemaru.
He was dressed as a woman but you were sure it was him.
And he was reaching your table.
“I would like to serve you again, sirs” his tone was sweet. While the two men agreed and Kagemaru served them, he often look at you. Probably he was wondered what you were doing there. You were still doing it too, after all. Your father’s client tried to put a hand on Kagemaru’s shoulder, but he was fast to move away. You noticed he was able to made it seems natural, while he sat next to you.
“You are a weirdo coming here… I suppose you came with your father. A bad decision, honey. If you want to come back home I highly suggest you to be a good girl and follow me.” His whispers were almost inaudible, even for you, who were mere inches from him.
You were going to answer him that you would have never left your father alone, after having saw that he, of all people, was there, but you stopped when you felt him moving his lips over your neck.
In front of your father.
He was probably too drunk to notice, but you still felt heat coming to your cheeks.
“Sirs, allow me to borrow this cute lady for a while, I think she might need some fresh air. My friends will gladly entertain you as long as you will stay.”
He said, while grabbing you by the hips and making you get up. You could have tried to oppose resistance, but he was still stronger than you, and you didn’t want to make a scene that could have worried your father. So you just followed him, while he guided you in a labyrinth of rooms, always smiling to the clients you two met.
In the end you two arrived at a room, with not many decorations, a tiny window and a futon that looked very comfortable. Kagemaru closed the door behind you and let out a sight.
“My, my, a candid lady like you, coming to a place like this. Are you asking for people to come and get you, or are you just curious about what often happen in these places?” Asked you Kagemaru, letting down his hair, and washing his makeup off.
“Why? What does happen here? Are you and Aki still plotting something?”
“Always so suspicious… but are you really that naive darling?” he moved closer to you, enough for you to feel his hot breath against your skin.
“I am not naive” you were able to tell him, watching him straight in the eyes.
“Then you should already know the answer”
Kagemaru kissed your neck, slowly, as he moved your hand over his torso.
“They are watching us. I suggest you to play along”
Kagemaru kissed you, surprising you. He licked your bottom lip and then teased it with light bites. Then he stroked your hair gently, still teasing your lips. After a while his tongue asked for an entrance and you let him do it, still astonished for what was happening.
His tongue’s movement were slow against yours, you took some courage and tried to take control of the kiss. He interrupted the kiss and went to lick your ear, and you heard him whispering.
“Weirdo… you are doing good. Let’s give them a good show, shall we?”
He opened your kimono and you felt the night’s cold air against your body.
It didn’t last long, since Kagamaru made you lay on the futon and started kissing your body. You felt incredibly hot in every spot he touched, his hands caressing your inner tight. It didn’t take long before you felt his hand against your arousal.
“I didn’t think you would be so into this. I love it.” Said Kagemaru kissing your stomach, with his fingers playing with your body.
Despite you didn’t want to admit you were excited, your body was making it very clear those attention were very welcome.
You moaned when you felt Kagemaru’s finger entering you and started moving in circular motion with expert movements. Next you felt his tongue playing with your nipple, making it hard and sending you shivers of pleasure.
You screamed when he touched your sweet spot inside you. He left out a satisfied sound and then you felt him moving his fingers faster against it and sucking your nipple harder. With both these stimulation, you didn’t last long and you cum with a high moan, dirtying his hand.
While you were catching your breath, you saw him cleaning himself. He left the room, just to come back with water for you. While you were drinking you saw him adjusting his kimono, since his movements over you, and probably yours too, made it move so it wasn’t correctly on anymore. After having tried some times, he just took it off, to put it on again, in the correct way. You found yourself stealing a glimpse of his naked body, looking pale under the moon light coming from the window.
“Nicely done weirdo. You can stay here as much as you want, but I gotta go now, my work time hasn’t ended yet.” Said Kagemaru, lacing his obi with sapient movements. Then you watched him while he put his make up on again, and lastly, styled his hair like they were at the beginning of the night. When he finished, he walked toward the door.
“Just so you know, I would have liked to continue it for a while longer” spoke Kagemaru, blinking at you, before closing the door behind him, leaving you alone in the room.
The school festival is meant to be fun. It gives the students a chance to set up booths, and raise money for a good cause–like classroom funds, or charity donations.
Mammon, however, sets a booth up to make money for himself. A kissing booth, to be specific. He assumes that every demon within a two mile radius will be lined up, ready to empty their wallets in order to get a kiss from The Great Mammon, but…that’s not what happens.
No, half way through the festival, less than a dozen people have paid Mammon for a kiss. A few other demons had stopped, asking what the money would be put towards, and when he had answered “my wallet” they’d promptly walked away.
Honestly, what a fool.
Unfortunately, Bean still loves him, despite his idiotic ideas.
Sighing, she places a $5 in front of the demon–catching his attention. He lifts his head from where it’d been buried in his arms–dejected at his lack of customers–and his blue eyes light up when he sees Bean standing there.
When he notes the bill placed on the table, a brilliant smile tugs at his lips.
“See! I knew ya couldn’t resist kissing The Great Mammon!”
His comment has Bean rolling her eyes, and she reaches forward to snatch her money back. The movement flusters Mammon, who quickly jumps to his feet.
“H-Hey, wait!” he slaps his hand down on top of hers, cheeks heating up sheepishly as he looks at her. “C’mon, don’t be like that…”
She smiles a little, breathing a laugh.
“Take your kiss then, before I seriously consider getting a refund.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re the one that’s supposed’ta be kissing me,” he retorts. A pouty look appears on his face, and Bean is tempted to sigh. However, rather than continue to drag this on, she leans in and presses her lips to his. Solid, soft contact.
After a few seconds, she moves to pull back, but Mammon quickly reaches out and grabs her–one hand curling around her waist, while the other finds the back of her head. She makes a quiet sound of surprise as he tugs her into another kiss–and then another, and another after that.
He only stops when someone nearby whistles, making him aware of the intimacy of his current actions.
When he pulls back, Bean’s face has turned a pleasant shade of pink. Satisfaction beats steadily in his chest.
“I’d say that’s another $15 dollars right there. It’s actually probably more like $50, but I’ll give ya a discount since I’m a nice guy like that.”
He grins cheekily, laughing when Bean reaches out and punches him in the arm.
“You can’t extort customers for money by deciding to kiss them more than what they paid for!”
“Fine, fine~,” he relinquishes, grumbling. “I suppose I’ll give ya the extra kisses for free since it’s obvious ya like me.”
“Wow, how kind of you,” she responds, rolling her eyes a little, but she can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips.
“Oh, and speaking of kisses–”
Bean blinks as Mammon grabs her by her shoulders, directing her around the side of the table.
“–I need ya to work the booth for a few minutes for me. I gotta go do somethin’ real quick.”
Ahem, dearest, if i could please have some Jealous!Dom! Satan x f!reader smut, that would be lovely 😌💅
Omg it took me so long to get here. Forgive me you know you’re my homie. Dom Satan is my favorite Satan.
NSFW/FMC/pet play/restraints
You were helping Lucifer fill out some paper work as punishment for your latest scheme with Mammon. You didn’t even realize how late it was and remember you were supposed to meet up with Satan for dinner.
Fuck.
You rushed through the last papers and Lucifer got up to leave the study with you. Neither of you realized you both looked disheveled from sitting hunched over paperwork for hours. Especially since Lucifer had a habit of constantly running his hands through his hair when he focused. You were slightly wobbling trying to get the blood flow back into your legs from sitting for so long. You can imagine how you two looked when you walked out. And of course there was Satan who’d been looking for you. And of course he read the situation all wrong. His arms crossed and his brow furrowed. Lucifer chuckled before leaving saying
“I hope I didn’t tire you out”...asshole
You opened your mouth to proclaim your innocence when Satan growled knocking you back into the study. His fingers digging into your shoulders as he pushed you back into the room.
“It appears you’ve forgotten who you belong to” he spat clawing at your shirt.
You again tried to explain yourself when he used your neck tie to gag you.
“I don’t want to hear excuses” he said pulling off the rest of your shirt. He inspected your chest and back for any marks. “You were smart not to let him mark you” he growled before biting into your shoulder as his hand slid up your skirt.
You let out a moan as he placed his finger over the perfect spot. Gently rubbing over your panties. Just barely enough for you to feel him there but not enough to satisfy your growing hunger. You reach down to push his hand down harder and he grabbed both your wrists with his tail gripping tightly to leave an impression on your skin.
“Tug on my tail twice if you want me to stop ok pet?” he says into your neck before taking another nibble as you nod trying to move your hips against his fingers. He places the top part of his tail into your hand still keeping your wrist bound. “Good girl” he purs as he sticks one finger under the cloth rubbing gently around the lips just barely touching you.
...to be continued 😉
Sorry it’s not super long I’m trying to catch up with my inbox. Thanks for requesting this I love simping for Satan these days.
-Vex🤙🏻
Idk. I just like the idea of soft tea time with butler demon. Enjoy the soft I guess? Unedited because we die like heroes here.
Obey Me! Masterlist: here Pairing: Barbatos x Reader (GNR) Genre: Non-genre/Character study Wordcount: 1,000 ish Tags: Fluff, hopeless romanticism Summary: Teatime with Barbatos
Tea with two sugar cubes and the smallest splash of milk. Just enough to make the bitter brew palatable to you. The swirls of white meld into the dark liquid swimming and dancing in time with the silver spoon pinched between your forefinger and thumb as you mixed your drink to your liking. Not a word between you ever needed to be exchanged during this ritual. It was a sacred moment of peace from the world for the two of you.
Tea completely black, poured after a second steeping. Steam rising from the fine porcelain of a cup older than time. The gold leaf has peeled at some point but it only adds to the charm of the piece. He’s told you many times he would get to repairing it, but something tells you he finds the imperfection endearing. He waits only a minute and thirty four seconds before taking the first sip of scalding hot tea.
Obey Me! Fanfiction
(Lucifer’s Alternate AU for my “Diavolo: Falling for You” story.)
by @ikesensrandomninjagirl (Aug 2020)
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(Summary: Lucifer has just returned from the human realm to discover someone has shown romantic interest in his human exchange student. This is an alternate version of “Part 4 Diavolo: Falling for You” featuring Lucifer.)
“If I need to teach this serpent a lesson for approaching you, I certainly plan to immediately.” Lucifer replied calculating exactly what suspects needed to go onto his hit list.
Someone had approached his human while he was away serving Diavolo in the human realm. It was unpardonable. He planned to discover the snake’s identity as soon as possible then teach them exactly what happened when they crossed him.
“He didn’t harm me!” You blurted out causing him to pause mid-calculation as to who to place on his list of suspects. The two of you were in his room after getting home from the banquet. You had asked if something was wrong and he invited you here. He didn’t want his brothers to interrupt when he explained what he knew about the rumor.
“He just asked me a few questions. That’s all.” You continued to explain.
It was a “he” then?
Trigger Warning: Some mention of blood.
Fyi this is long and I mean LONG so please be prepared. Also this is a Lucifer x Reader but the brothers are still included :3
᯽ If only you didn’t fight Lilith, if only you kept your mouth shut, you would still be alive right now. Lilith was finally reborn as a demon, and now that she’s staying at the House of Lamentation, the brothers were ecstatic, especially Lucifer. Lilith clearly despises your existence, and would insult you when the brothers aren’t around. Still, you endured her words up until now.
᯽ She crossed the line this time and you finally snapped. You were tired of her belittling you and so you said things you weren’t supposed to say. Everything was fine until Lucifer and the others barged in. “Y/N… H-how can you say such thing…!!” Belphie yelled as he ran towards you in his demon form. Chaos ensued and Lucifer had to stop everyone from killing each other. “Y/N that’s enough! Apologize to Lilith and go to your room now.” You knew that you can’t fight Lucifer, everyone was clearly about to kill you. Hesitantly, you apologized to Lilith and went to your room.
᯽ A few weeks have passed and the brothers started to treat you like a ghost, they won’t even talk to you, they treat you like you’re invisible. Clearly getting tired of the atmosphere your so-called family is giving you, you went outside to buy some books. Unfortunately, fate seems to hate you too because some drunk demons decided that it would be fun to take your money, you fought back but well, it wasn’t a great idea after all, because not only did they took your money, they took your life too.
᯽ 6 hours have passed, it’s 2 am but you’re still not home, Lucifer was starting to get worried, he feels that something’s terribly wrong, he knew life had this way of twisting events, and that was proven again today. Lucifer saw his DDD light up, it was Diavolo calling him, he really had no choice but to answer, but clearly this was serious, Diavolo’s tone says it all. “Come to the alley beside The Fallen now. Bring your brothers and Lilith, I expect to see you here in 5 minutes.” With no time to ask questions, Lucifer brought his siblings with him, but he wasn’t prepared to see what has happened.
᯽ There was your body on the ground, a black eye with bruises on your cheeks, your fingers had blood on them, showing signs of struggle. The three stab wounds in your abdominal area gave you no chance of survival. “W-what… what happened..?” Beel whispered quietly, and if they weren’t shocked enough, Michael was there standing beside your lifeless body. “Father was enraged when He found out that Diavolo revived Lilith as a human, He wanted to start a war, but He thought that instead of disrupting peace, it would be better to create conditions that you must meet in order to keep the realms in harmony.”
᯽ Diavolo looked at Michael for a couple of seconds, before finally asking, “What are the conditions?” Michael took a deep breath, as if to ready himself. “Either we take Lilith to be our prisoner in order for her to compensate for her crimes, or we take Y/N and bring her to the Celestial Realm, make her an angel and wipe her memory clean.” As Lucifer heard those conditions, he felt his world crumble. He hates it, he hates the fact that he can only save one.
᯽ He saw how Diavolo, Barbatos, and his brothers looked at him. They were waiting for him to answer. Lilith begged Lucifer, “Please don’t leave me Lucifer… please don’t….” This is a new feeling of helplessness that he can’t endure, nobody knew that Lucifer had some admiration to Y/N, nobody knew that they had shared a bed together. No one knew what they had done in his bedroom.
᯽ Yet to Diavolo, to Barbatos, to his brothers and to the whole Devildom, the answer was simple; and the answer was to save Lilith, and give Y/N to the Celestial Realm, because the Devildom never knew how painful it was to leave the person you love in exchange for your sister’s life. So Lucifer answered how everyone wanted him to answer. “Lilith will stay with us. Take Y/N if that’s what you please.” Trying his best to hide how hurt he is, he swallowed, in an attempt to stop his tears.
᯽ “Very well, then, I will be off.” Michael carried your body and disappeared, and while Lucifer’s siblings hugged him, he smiled, attempting to hide how he truly feels. When they finally returned to the House of Lamentation, Lucifer went to his room straight away, he sat in his bed, and before he knew it, tears were falling, and all he can do was let them fall, because even if he cried all night, it still wouldn’t be enough to make him feel happy again, because now you’re gone and he will never see you again. Or at least, that’s what he thought.
᯽ 3 years have passed, yet Lucifer still have reoccurring nightmares, and it affected him to the point that Diavolo noticed how Lucifer was acting. “Lucifer, are you alright? You’ve been like this for a very long time now.” Diavolo said before lifting his teacup and taking a sip. “I’m fine” Lucifer said, even though he knew Diavolo would catch his obvious lie. “Well, Michael visited me earlier, and he proposed something to me.” Lucifer flinched - Michael - that’s a name he’s never heard for a long time, and prefers to never hear again.
᯽ “What does he want this time?” Diavolo looked at him, trying to analyze his expression, before finally replying, “He said that we should have a 2nd exchange program, this time exclusively for angels and demons, Michael said that this will help rebuild our relationship with the Celestial Realm ever since that incident occurred.” Lucifer sighed, that incident, his past, is coming to haunt him again. “Well, what did you say?” Diavolo just nodded, before finally speaking, “I agreed, and as much as I hate to give you more work, I have to give you the papers on every citizen here in the Devildom.” Lucifer relaxed on his chair, “Give me the papers, I want to finish it as soon as possible.”
᯽ A few weeks have passed, and the day of the exchange program has finally arrived, Simeon and Luke were there, beside them two unfamiliar angels stood, but one angel caught everyone’s attention, and that angel is none other than you. You felt the room look at you with confusion, anxiety and uncertainty. “Simeon, why are they looking at me? I-is there something on my face?” Simeon just smiled, “Oh its nothing, maybe they were so shocked to see someone so beautiful.” Before you could respond, Diavolo spoke. “Welcome to the Devildom! This second exchange program was planned by Michael and I. I truly hope you enjoy your stay.” Diavolo proceeded to explain some rules and things to keep in mind and after that, you were led by Little D’s to your dorm.
᯽ Later that day, Diavolo and Michael had a meeting. “Michael, I must say, this exchange program came out of nowhere, especially the fact that you sent Y/N here.” Michael shifted in his seat, “Y/N is a great angel, but they still have some fragments of their memories, at this point, we can’t hide their past from them anymore, that would only lead to bigger problems. Father decided that this is an opportunity to fix the relationship, and to let Y/N find who they are.” Diavolo looked out the window, “I must say, this will be very interesting, and that’s already proven by the look on everyone’s faces when they saw Y/N.”
᯽ Months have passed ever since you came to the Devildom, and a lot of things have happened. You eventually got to know the brothers, but there was one that you can’t approach, and that was Lucifer. Every time you try to talk to him, he would just say he’s busy before leaving. You knocked on Simeon’s door, “Simeon? Are you busy? I want to talk to you about something.” Seconds later, his door swung open. “Y/N? What is it?” You just walked to his bed and sat on the edge.
᯽ “Is Lucifer mad at me? Does he want me to stop hanging out with some of his brothers? Even Lilith wasn’t that nice to me. Simeon… did I.. did I do something wrong?” You tried to stop your tears but it was too late, all you can do was cover your eyes. You felt Simeon sit right beside you, laying a hand on your shoulder. “Michael told me to help you recover, and I think you’re ready to know.” You looked at Simeon, not bothering to wipe your tears. “What..? Simeon do you know something that I.. that I don’t?” He didn’t bother to answer, he just wiped your tears and hugged you close. “I need you to calm yourself first. I want you to think without your emotions getting the best of you.”
᯽ Simeon took you to the alley beside The Fallen. “Simeon why are we here?” You asked but you only heard the wind and the rustling of the leaves. When you saw the end of the alley, you felt your head hurt. struggling to stand up, you tried to use a wall to support yourself, only to realize nothing was there. Good thing Simeon was able to catch you before you fall flat on the ground. Then just as you thought you were fine, you felt your head throb then you saw a flashback, a flashback regarding your memories. As you realize what happened to you, tears began to fall again. “Simeon… I.. I was..” you struggled to find the right words, and as you let your tears run down your face, Simeon was there, sitting on the floor with you, hugging you as you scream your pain away.
᯽ As you lay on your bed, you thought about who you really are. You still haven’t come to terms to the fact that you had a relationship with Lucifer. Even more so, the fact that he chose Lilith. You knew how important Lilith is to everyone, but that doesn’t give her the right to talk you down. It doesn’t matter if you’re a lower-level demon or the Ruler of Devildom, respect is still mandatory. Your thoughts consumed your mind and the next thing you know, it was already morning.
᯽ You were walking down the RAD hallway when you felt someone pull you into a room. As you shifted your eyes from the sudden change of lighting, you saw Lilith. “I’ve heard Simeon. You already knew about your past and I’m here to tell you…-” She walked closer, pulling you by the collar of your RAD uniform. “-You will not interfere again, I’m tired of your existence bothering me and my brothers’ peace.” She pushed you down to floor, before finally leaving. You can already see it, its gonna happen again.
᯽ Lilith was much more ruthless this time, she would even go to lengths such as ‘accidentally spilling her drink on your uniform’ and ‘accidentally making you trip’. But this faithful day was definitely worse, Levi invited you to join him on this game, but he forgot to tell you that Lilith was joining too, worse, he only said that now, when you’re both standing in front of his room. As Levi opened the door, you saw Lilith sitting there. Smiling, she said “Oh dear brother you’re back! Oh.. I didn’t know you invited someone else.” Someone else, that word rang on your mind. You knew what that meant. You knew that it means you’re never going to be a part of the family.
᯽ You knew that you should leave now, staying here with Lilith is a huge recipe for disaster, and yet… you stayed. A part of you wasn’t happy, because that part wondered, ‘Am I the only one she’s treating like this? Or is someone else suffering the same fate as I?’ So you stayed, and played, even if Lilith would make comments about how you fight in the game, you stayed and held your ground. The only thing that keeps your anger in check is the thought that you two are in different leagues. She’s a demon and you’re an angel, fighting her isn’t worth it.
᯽ But even that wasn’t enough to stop your anger, you knew it, you knew you’ll fall from heaven and become a demon, everyone in the Celestial Realm knew that, and yet you still didn’t give the effort of trying to walk on the right path. Levi just left the room to grab snacks, and its only you and Lilith. As you walked towards the door, Lilith stood and pulled you by your shirt. “Hah! Even as an angel you’re still a coward. Why won’t you stay? Can’t endure my presence?~” That’s it, you’re about to explode. Hearing her voice makes you feel so disgusted. Turning around, you slapped her hands off you. Lilith was furious, a lowly angel tries to fight her? And so she let her trap say things that she thought would hurt you. She was right, it did hurt you, but you came prepared. Levi heard your voice saying things that are not considered nice, and as he swung the door open, he saw you two fighting.
᯽ “Damn it seriously Y/N? Why would you act like this?!” Levi pulled Lilith behind him in a protective manner. All the screaming and yelling attracted the attention of all the brothers. Soon enough, it looked like how that fight occurred. Only this time, you are not holding back. Lucifer spoke, “Y/N if you’re gonna cause trouble then I would like it if you stop visiting our home.” “And? What are you going to do? Treat me like a damn ghost? Hate me to the point that you give zero remorse as you tell Michael to carry my fucking body?! Is this how it’s gonna end again Luci?” You were crying again, but this time, its to stop you from your anger fully controlling you. Everyone was shocked. You remember…? Lucifer was beyond surprised, he was panicking as he tried his best to look calm.
᯽ “Y/N calm down-” Mammon tried to say but you cut him off. “How about you Mammon? You said you’ll save me…! But you didn’t because you were too busy giving all your attention to Lilith!” Mammon just kept quiet. “And you Levi, you stopped treating me like your best friend..! Am I really your Henry?! Or did you just lie to appeal me?” Levi looks like he just got shot through the heart, but you had no time to feel sorry for him. “Beel… even you… even you stopped caring.” That was enough, Beel was already crying anyways, as angry as you are, you can’t bring yourself to make him feel more depressed. You turned to Asmo, and you see him flinch. “Y/N.. sweetie I-” “What? you’re sorry? If I remember things correctly, you were one who acted the coldest after I first fought Lilith.” You looked directly into him, but he avoided your gaze. “Belphie, you’ve been awfully silent-” Belphie just looked at you, his expression hard to read. “-Why aren’t you trying to kill me already? You’ve succeeded in the past, and you want to disappoint Diavolo, yes? So go ahead, kill me like the fucking edge lord you are!” Belphie closed his eyes, before turning away. “I’m guessing you have something to say about me as well.” Satan spoke in a calm manner, yet you can see his anxiousness. “Of course I have something to say about you, you also tried to kill me! Twice!!” Satan just stood there, not answering your outburst.
᯽ Finally, it was time. You looked at Lucifer, and he just looked at you. You felt tears fall from your eyes again. “You know, I fucking hate you.” Looking at your feet, you took all the courage you can get. “I can’t believe you, you didn’t even hesitate on that stupid decision.” You removed the brooch you were wearing, you pressed the button on the inside before placing it on the table. “Y/N.. please, you’ve misunderstood.” “Misunderstood what?! Is there something I’ve missed? because it seems clear to me!” Lucifer tried to hold your arm, but you removed it before finally slapping him. “I believed you, I believed you when you said you loved me because I loved you too. Can’t you understand that? I love you to the point that I didn’t give a shit if I’ve been thrown to the lowest depths of Hell if it means I get to stay with you forever.-” The tears didn’t stop from falling, but you didn’t pay any attention. “-I was so happy, Lucifer I was so happy when you said you loved me. I was so happy because I fucking love you so damn much. When they were stabbing me, I only thought, ‘Would you still care about me?-” your voice was cracking but it didn’t stop you from saying everything you’ve felt up until now. “-I thought maybe… maybe.. maybe you’ll save me, because you said you would, but you didn’t. Even when Michael gave you that choice, even if I was just a ghost. I still waited and hoped that you will pick me because you said you would always choose me. Even if I knew that you wouldn’t I still hoped because I love you so much it hurts.” Lucifer just stood there, listening silently. You took a deep breath, before finally saying the words, “…I’m done”, you pressed the button again on the brooch, and it played Lilith’s insult. You’ve heard Satan say; “Why would you do such thing?!”
᯽ As you left the room and walked the hallways of your former home, you heard footsteps come up to you, before you could turn around, you felt Lucifer’s arms around you.”…Please… just.. j-just listen..” His voice was almost in a whisper, you tried to get away, but his grip tightened. That’s when you notice how hard he’s shaking. You felt him bury his face on your shoulder, and that’s when the tears he’s been trying to stop finally fell. “I had no choice… Everyone… my brothers, it.. it would ruin us as a family. I hate leaving you because I.. I really do love you, and that hasn’t changed.” Soon enough, you also started crying again. “All I’ve wanted.. all I’ve wanted was just your attention, I just wanted to feel like I’m not left out, like I’m your family. Is it wrong to be selfish just once?” You gently removed his arms around you, before finally facing him. “Please don’t…-” his hand held yours “I.. I can’t handle it anymore Y/N I miss you so much I don’t want you to leave me I don’t want to have nightmares losing you again I-” he removed his hand from yours as he covered his face, hiding that fact that he’s crying and begging you to stay.
᯽ “I love you Y/N, and in the past three years, every single night, I always thought what would’ve happen if I chose you, because at that time, a part of me wished it was just a nightmare, that I would wake up and see you again, but it never happened.” Lucifer removed his hand from his face as he took a step forward. “I don’t deserve another chance, but please Y/N, I beg you, stay with me please, I can’t lose you again.” Lucifer held your hand gently, his eyes telling you a silent message, ‘please don’t push me away’. Without thinking, you pulled him by his necktie, pulling him into a deep kiss. You two stayed that way for a few minutes before you pulled away, gasping for breath. “Damn it hate you.. but I can’t just leave you either.” Lucifer cupped your cheeks, a smile finally forming on his lips, “I miss how it felt whenever I kiss you..I…I really missed you.” You placed a chaste kiss on his forehead, “I know dear, I missed you too.” You both stayed there kissing for a while, before finally going to where you left the others. You still have to deal with Lilith, but this time Lucifer will be at your side, after all, he’s your king, and you’re his precious lover.
Inspired by @pastel-hideout‘s fan art of Kitsune!Mitsuhide <3 That means Mitsuhide/Kitsune!Mitsuhide has long, white hair, longer fingernails, fox ears and nine tails.
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Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Pairing: Kitsune!Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader x Kitsune!Mitsuhide Akechi Threesome Rated: Mature/Explicit, 18+ Target: Female Audience Word Count: 4.359
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Blood, Yandere??? Mitsuhide, Kind Of Breeding Kink???
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Summary: Weeks ago you had saved the life of a white fox. Ever since the fox, Shiro as you named him, comes to visit you on a daily basis. And ever since day you started to dream about HIM: tall, handsome, skin pale as snow as was his long, silken hair, ears like a fox. Was it him? Shiro? It couldn’t be, could it? Never he says a word and nor do you. And yet you share intimate moments, moments of love, moments of pleasure. Is it possible to fall in love with a stranger? A dream? Someone who didn’t even exist?
Mitsuhide - the true identity of Shiro - does know that your dreams are dreams… and yet they are real. Every night he visits you to be close to you. Never you should get to know who he really is - until you meet again after your future husband left his mark on you…
Enraged Mitsuhide decides to get you back. Every inch of your body. Every piece of your heart. Mitsuhide wouldn’t allow anyone else to have you… Never…
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Okay, this piece was planned as a fluffy drabble for @cailannuesugi, but it turned out… a lot darker, angstier and smuttier than I wanted to… I hope you still enjoy it @cailannuesugi!!! I want to dedicate this story to you for being such a sweetheart and amazing and endlessly talented friend <3
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Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Rated: Not Explicit, But Still Mature 18+ Target: Female Audience Word Count: 3306
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Summary: During a celebration Shingen lets slip that you are in love with someone. Hurt by this information Kenshin leaves. You follow him and confess your love… and unleash a part of his dark side that way…
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Diavolo bends MC over his desk in his office after cockwarming him while doing paperwork 🤤
(Well this was particularly sinful - Simeon would be ashamed of me)
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Sitting in his study going over some paperwork, Diavolo grinned at MC as she stood opposite him. The human had just stopped by to drop off her report for RAD having just returned unexpectedly to Devildom.
To say the Prince was pleased to see the human would be an understatement. Just her scent that filled his nostrils as she entered the room was enough to excite him. The fact that MC was riddled with confidence too didn’t help his burning lust for her.
“Will you be joining us at the House later then, my Lord?” She smiled flirtatiously as he glanced over her paperwork.
“I’m afraid not.” He smirked, diverting his attention to her, “as pleased as I am to see you again MC, my duty calls. I must get rid of this work before the end of the day.”
“Perhaps I could help you?” MC offered suggestively, batting her eyelashes at him.
“Help me?” Diavolo questioned as he raised an eyebrow. Giving MC his full attention, he placed his pen down on the desk as rested back in his chair. “How do you propose you do that?”
“I can keep you company.” MC spoke innocently.
Diavolo narrowed his eyes at the human. There had to be something more to her words? Just the way she gazed at him was enough to make him question her integrity.
“So what, you’re just going to sit there and watch me work?” He asked amused, gesturing toward the chair in front of him.
“I can think of somewhere else.” MC spoke quietly, pacing around his desk as she approached him.
Slowly turning in his chair, Diavolo’s amber eyes followed her every move until she was stood in front of him. He could feel a thump in his chest as MC’s warmth radiated onto him. His eyes wandered down her figure, lingering on her exposed thighs as he licked his lips.
Oh how he’d love to rip that short skirt off of her body once more...
Returning his stare to her face, he cocked up an eyebrow. “I’m waiting.” He simpered.
Turning around, MC nonchalantly lowered her body as Diavolo’s lips parted. He remained silent as MC brought her ass onto his lap. Immediately his large hands found her waist as he grinned to himself. “You are a naughty human, aren’t you?”
“Am I?” MC questioned in an angelic voice before her trailing hands lifted up her skirt; revealing her bare ass. “What am I now then?”
Biting his lip, Diavolo was shocked to see how daring MC was.
“No underwear? It’s like you knew I’d let you sit here.” He observed as his hands still caressed her edges. His mind turned to filth as he shifted his body to unbuckle his belt. Reaching into his trousers, he soon pulled out his throbbing erection.
MC smiled to herself when she felt his large cock press against her ass cheek.
“You wouldn’t mind if I did this while you worked, would you?” She asked teasingly as she raised her body before lowering it onto his dick.
Diavolo’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt himself expanding MC’s walls. “You...” he muttered, “you’re so...good.”
Feeling one of his hands slip under her skirt to squeeze an ass cheek, MC quickly removed his touch from her body. “I’m sorry my Lord but you’ve got work to do.”
Smirking, Diavolo flashed one of his fangs as he shook his head at MC who was glancing over her shoulder at him.
“How is it that the human holds control over the demon lord?” He questioned, completely amused.
Not backing down, MC smiled sweetly at him.
“Alright then...” he gave in, “you can stay there while I work, but the moment I feel you try to tease me I’m stopping this.”
“Yes, my Lord.” MC nodded flirtatiously.
Shaking his head, Diavolo turned his focus back to his desk as one hand gripped his pen again while the other caressed MC’s thigh.
Despite absolutely relishing MC sitting on his cock, Diavolo found it incredibly hard to focus now. Flicking through the various pages, he wasn’t actually sure what he was marking as he rushed to get them finished. Perhaps some of his paperwork could wait until the next morning after all...
MC’s eyes remained on Diavolo’s long fingers as they slowly trailed up her inner thigh. She bit her lip as she refused to show that he was now making her weak. Even though he was still working through all of his documents, his wandering hand seemed to know exactly what movements to make.
Deciding to have a little fun, MC leant forward as she pretended to reach over for something. She felt Diavolo’s body jolt as she grinded against him. “What did I say?” He asked slowly.
“I’m just getting my bag, my Lord.” MC battered her eyelashes, “why, is something wrong?”
“No.” He informed her, “in fact, I’m on my last report.”
“You got through those quickly.” She observed nonchalantly.
“Yes well, when you’ve got the most agonisingly teasing human wrapped around your cock, it’s hard to concentrate.” He chuckled lowly.
“Oh well if you’re finished, I’ll be off then.” MC spoke casually, about to lift her body off his still hard erection.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Diavolo simpered, gripping MC’s hips as he pulled her body back down onto his, “dont you think you’re getting away after this little stint.”
Bringing his lips to the crook in her neck, he began kissing her gently. “Oh no...you’re not leaving yet. I’ve only just rid my desk from all of this work, did you not think I’d make good use of the space now?”
MC let out a small hum as his lips continued planting kisses along her skin. “As you wish, my Lord.” She moaned quietly.
Satisfied with her answer, Diavolo practically lifted MC off his lap as he stood up. Bending her over the desk, he gripped her hair as she was laying flat on the surface. MC let out an excited gasp as she felt his rough hand on her.
Practically ripping his trousers off, Diavolo let out a deep breath as his eyes darkened. His stare lingered on MC’s body as he lifted up the small material of her skirt before taking in the wet slit between her legs.
“Mm.” He mumbled as he positioned himself at her entrance.
MC reached out and gripped the edge of the desk as she prepared for Diavolo to enter her again. But for whatever reason, that impending thrust she awaited never came.
Feeling her body squirm, Diavolo smirked. “Beg for it.” He muttered.
MC rolled her eyes as she heard his voice; she’d just been beaten at her own game. “And if I don’t?” She questioned smugly.
“Your Prince commands it.” Diavolo simpered, “now beg.”
“Please, my Lord.” MC whimpered she she felt him dip into her slightly while his hand gripped her hair right in his fist. “Please!”
“Please what?” He asked slyly.
“Fuck me.” MC pleaded.
“As you wish.” He grinned, moving his hands to her waist. Gripping her skin tightly, he then forced his hips into her.
Despite already having his cock enter her once that day, MC still wasn’t prepared for the sensation of his colossal length filling her body. “Uh!” She moaned before squeezing her eyes shut.
Perhaps this is why she was so excited to return to Devildom...
Diavolo’s face fell serious as he focused on the cries of pleasure that escaped MC’s lips. His eyes remained glued to his cock that slid in and out of her small slit. He loved the way his shaft was immediately coated in her fluids after only a few thrusts.
“My girl has gotten so tight since she last saw me...” he mumbled under his breath as he bucked his hips back and forth.
MC was too busy being stuck in a wave of pleasure to listen to his words. Nails digging into his desk, her eyes rolled back as her teeth pressed into her lip.
“Shit...” she whimpered as she felt a blossoming knot deep in her abdomen.
As he felt MC tighten around him, a quick smirk appeared on Diavolo’s lips as he admired MC’s ass press against his waist. Sharp breaths left his throat as he never lost his pace.
Every second he spent pounding MC’s body, he could feel himself only growing harder. Oh how he’d missed his human so dearly...
“Where do you want me to finish today?” He spoke lowly as he grabbed a fist of her hair; yanking her head back. His other hand slithered across her shoulder before his fingers wrapped around her neck. “I’ll let you choose today because I’ve missed you so much.” He stated through gritted teeth.
Arousal filling her body as Diavolo gripped her tight, MC let out a breath. “How about...inside me?”
“Inside you?!” Diavolo questioned in shock as suddenly his pace quickened.
“Is that not what you want, my Lord?” MC muttered as she ran her tongue over her lip, “to come inside me?”
Something darkened in Diavolo’s mind as all he could picture was filling MC’s belly up with his load and watching her swell.
“Don’t tantalise me.” He muttered, pulling her hips back onto his, harshly spanking her asscheek as punishment.
“I’m not.” MC breathed, “I want you to do it.”
Diavolo’s eyes rolled back into his skull as he imagined finishing inside MC. Just the thought brought him closer and closer to the edge.
Meanwhile, practically writhing on his desk, MC breaths grew quicker as she felt her knot grow bigger and bigger. “Fuck...” she moaned as her face contorted.
Determination filling his veins, Diavolo turned serious as his pounds grew deeper. “Tell me where you want it.” He breathed. “Tell me!”
“In me!” MC cried, “I want you to cum in me!”
Just hearing her beg for him caused Diavolo to throw his head back as he felt himself approach his release. However, as MC suddenly hit her climax and he felt her walls grip him while her cries of pleasure filled the room, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Letting out a sharp breath, Diavolo’s thrusts grew sloppy as he began releasing his load deep into the pit of MC’s belly. He’d never felt a release quite so good as his cock pulsated.
“Mm!” He growled as he bucked his hips into MC one last time, ensuring he filled her with every single last drop of his seed.
Once he finished, his chest rose up and down as he gazed down at MC. His mind couldn’t quite comprehend what the pair of them had just done. Pulling out of her, the human then turned over so that she was sat up on the desk facing him. Her hair stuck to her forehead as she panted.
Light bruises painted her skin from where Diavolo had gripped her so tight. Eyes full of smite, she never diverted her focus from his face as he returned the look.
Breathing deeply, Diavolo lifted up a hand to caress her cheek as he continued gazing into her eyes. “I am going to come to the house tonight.”
“Why’s that?” She asked quietly.
“Because I need to do that again.” He stated before his eyes fell onto her stomach.
Read Parts 1-25 here!
This is a long one sorry!
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[Asmo] knew that she needed to be left alone now; nothing more needed to be said. It was up to MC now to decide what would make her happy.
Not even realising he’d left the room, MC remained frozen in her place on the bed. Her heart was racing as everything seemed to fall into place.
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Hours had passed and the ball came to an end long ago. Laying in bed staring at the ceiling, MC heard each brother arrive home as they turned to their rooms for the night. MC had tried to fall asleep oh so many times, but she never fell into a slumber. After all, how could she after the events of the night?
The human did feel tired. In fact, she felt completely exhausted. After her chat with Asmo, she felt nothing but emotionally drained as her mind was left conflicted. And yet somehow her body wouldn’t shut off; despite its cries for rest there was something stopping her. Or perhaps not something but someone.
Turning her head, her eyes fell on her dress that hung across the room. Her expression was lit with wonder as she admired every single detail of it. All she could hear in her head was a small voice: ‘my Belle’
And then, as her heart began to thump, she shifted her focus until she was looking at the sapphire necklace that had remained on her bedside table. A sad smile crossed her face as she was reminded of when Lucifer had presented his gift to her.
MC felt a small but proud sense of relief in her body. Lucifer was on her mind and yet no tears threatened to fall. Reaching over, she grabbed the small box that the necklace came in before returning the gift to its original place. Slowly, she shut the box before letting out a sigh.
Rolling over in bed, she attempted to close her eyes again but the same scenario played over and over in her mind.
‘You need to stop thinking about him’
Repeating in her mind, her cheeks grew warm as she reminisced the kiss she shared with Satan. Though it may have been short lived, it was still enough to fill her heart with wonder.
But then suddenly dread filled her mind. The reason their kiss was so short was because MC ran off without explanation; all she did was merely apologise before leaving. She’d just done the one thing that Lucifer had done to her.
But Satan couldn’t be hurt the way she was, surely? Why did he even kiss her back? Perhaps he thought it was a ploy to get back at Lucifer so went along with it maybe.
Either way, guilt riddled MC’s mind as she realised how much of a hypocrite she’d been. Her heart hurt just thinking of what Satan must have felt when she kissed him and then abandoned him.
‘You’re a mess, MC.’ She thought to herself.
Opening her eyes again, she quickly stretched across the bed and clutched her D.D.D that was about to fall to the floor.
02:38
A small moan escaped MC’s lips. She’d hear the birds start tweeting soon if she stayed up much longer. But how was she supposed to sleep when there was something burning on her mind?
Very reluctantly, MC let out a large sigh as she swung her legs over the bed. She bit her lip as her feet began guiding her toward the door.
With it being so early in the morning, she had to take light footsteps or risk waking one of the brothers up. There was only one that she wanted to be awake after all.
MC knew that the odds of Satan still being awake were slim, but she still clutched at straws. With every step she took closer to his room, the more rapid her heart began to beat. All she wanted to do was apologise for how their evening went...right?
Before long she was stood outside his door and suddenly she felt so small. With knitted eyebrows, she lifted up her hand before gently knocking on the door. It wasn’t loud enough to wake Satan if he was already sleeping, but it’d still be audible if he were awake.
Ready to turn around from the moment she knocked on the door, MC’s breath hitched in her throat when she heard footsteps on the other side. Her eyes widened slightly when the door opened and a tired looking Satan appeared on the other side.
He obviously hadn’t been sleeping; he was still partially dressed in his ball attire. While he was wearing his trousers still, his dress shirt was now unbuttoned and revealed his muscular torso.
“MC?” He questioned in a whisper.
Satan began to wonder if being sleep deprived meant his mind was tricking him.
“What are you doing here?” He asked quietly.
“I can’t sleep.” She answered softly as her troubled eyes found his. “I can’t stop thinking...”
“About what?” He questioned.
“You.”
Satan parted his lips as he stood there in silence. He could tell MC wanted to talk to him by the expression on her face but could see she was having trouble admitting it.
“Do you want to come in?” He asked quietly.
“Yeah.” She spoke barely above a whisper.
Stepping into his room, Satan never took his eyes off her as he shut the door.
Turning on her heel, MC gazed at Satan and let out a sigh. Surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly, she felt her heart thud deep in her chest. It was already late; she didn’t want to prolong this unfamiliar feeling she had.
“Is everything oka—“
“Can I try something?” She quickly interrupted him.
“Sure?” He asked, a little bewildered and vulnerable.
“It’s been playing on my mind all night...” she breathed, “I’ve just got to...”
Suddenly stepping up to Satan, MC placed both of her hands in his cheeks before pulling her face closer to his. Planting her lips on his own, she kissed him softly.
The contact startled Satan and within seconds his stomach was doing flips. Not wasting any time, he wrapped his arms around MC; closing whatever gap was left between their bodies.
Their kiss was slow and tender and lasted far longer than their first. The anxiety that riddled MC’s mind seemed to seep away as soon it was replaced with the warm feeling of Satan holding her in his arms.
Her breathing grew heavier as her heart wandered. Lost in the moment, MC didn’t want to pull away from Satan’s embrace. Pressing his forehead against hers, he parted his lips as his shocked eyes gazed into hers.
The room fell silent as they studied each other’s expression. Satan wanted nothing more than to just drop to his knees and confess his undying love. And perhaps he would have done if it weren’t for that flicker of anxiety that still appeared in MC’s eyes.
MC wasn’t sure whether she just made the right decision. One minute she said she needed time for herself, and the next she was kissing Satan again. But part of her knew that she needed to. She couldn’t sleep knowing how the pair of them left things.
Building up his courage, Satan let out a sigh.
“Did you want to stay here for the night?” He asked softly, moving a piece of her hair away from her face.
“Please.” She whispered, surprised by her own words.
Nodding, Satan slowly moved away from her as he began to prepare the bed. His hands were shaking as he pulled back the duvet; nerves and excitement filled his entire body.
MC was left still stood by the door as she watched him make the room comfortable for her. Her chest rose up and down vigorously as her eyes lingered on Satan; observing his every movement.
“Here.” He spoke quietly, turning around.
“Thank you.” She smiled warmly, stepping closer to him.
Once again, the room fell quiet as the pair of them were left staring at each other. While the bed was ready for MC to climb into, there was a particular blond haired demon in front of it that she was more interested in.
Just studying the softness of his expression; his azure eyes that were speckled with green; the rosey tint that complimented his cheeks and the oh so wonderful blond hair that flopped in front of his face, MC came to terms with what exactly this new feeling was.
She loved him.
Therefore, deciding to follow the path that she knew would make her happy, MC stepped up to Satan once again.
His vulnerable eyes watched her expectantly, almost nervous by the power she had over him as he was left gawping at the human. Satan’s lips parted and his heartbeat picked up as MC appeared mere inches away from him.
Almost instantly, both of them had the same instinct. Satan and MC were like magnets as their lips found each other’s again; kissing each other hungrily as their hands trailed up and down their bodies.
He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other hand held her head gently as he pulled her body in close. Their kiss was filled with passion as MC gripped the collar of his unbuttoned shirt; going onto her toes to ensure she could savour every last taste of his sweet lips.
Breathing heavily, they pulled out slowly as both of them shared sheepish smiles.
“Come on.” Satan whispered, gesturing toward the bed.
Not saying a word, MC climbed under the duvet as Satan removed the remainder of his clothes until he was left in his underwear.
Slipping into the bed beside her, Satan pulled MC into his arms as she rested her head on his chest. Glancing up, her eyes met his as he was already gazing at her. Though neither of them said anything, both of them were thinking the same thing as their expressions softened.
Leaning forward, Satan kissed MC’s forehead gently before she flopped back down on his chest. She closed her eyes as she felt his heart thumping vigorously on her cheek while her arms wrapped around his torso.
Satan let out slow breaths as he stared at the wall in front of him. Everything he’d ever wanted was now cuddled up to him.
However, fear riddled his mind as he worried that their evening together was merely because MC was upset about Lucifer still. Finding himself staring at her peaceful face, Satan smiled sadly.
Perhaps he could settle with being a rebound, as long as it meant he had her.
Obey Me! Fanfiction
By @ikesensrandomninjagirl (July 2020)
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Someone said your name.
It wasn’t a voice. Yet, you felt it as clearly as though the sound had awakened you.
Slowly you became aware of your surroundings. You felt warm fingers drawing a path up and down your spine.
As your eyelashes fluttered open all you could see was the whiteness of the sheets beneath you. You were laying languidly on your stomach. A tingling sensation in your shoulder intensified when you shifted to roll over. As you looked up you found the source of the gentle caressing fingertips. His golden eyes were burning with a warmth that immediately made your lips curve into a smile.
“You’re feeling better? I was worried for a moment. You grew very weak rather quickly.”
Hi! I’m going to start contributing to the Solomon fanfics out there since I love reading them and thought I would start with the stuff the brothers say about Solomon in the homescreen. Hope you enjoy! You can also send me asks or prompts for Luci and Satan if you’d like. I’m not confident enough about my grasp on the other brothers so I’m not doing them yet. Maybe in the future :)
You stared at your studying companion as you propped a cheek on your hand. The white-haired wizard beside you was currently engrossed in the grimoire that had been assigned to you for one of your classes. You should be studying really, but how were you supposed to concentrate when the handsome sorcerer was only a few inches away from you? Really, it wasn’t fair that he got to be attractive and smart too. You were of the firm opinion that in all things in life, there should be balance after all, so how did Solomon get so many positive traits when you had to be content with your mediocre looks and brains?
But that was beside the point. Right now, spending time with the enigma that was Solomon was taking your full concentration which wasn’t necessarily a good thing. You were barely scraping by in this class and only through the combined efforts of Satan and Solomon were you able to pass the last exam; being constantly distracted right now was certainly going to be detrimental to your grades and you weren’t in the mood for one of Lucifer’s long-winding lectures- the last one had put you straight to sleep on your feet, a fact that the avatar of pride did not appreciate.
It had been going on for a while now, around the time Solomon had lent you his magic to help you summon Asmodeus. Since that day in the Prince of Devildom’s dungeon after you had barely escaped with your lives, he had been at the back of your mind- that constant knowing smile on his face, plastered just behind your cranium; you wondered briefly if him lending you his magic had somehow formed his image on the back of your skull. Perhaps he had made a pact with you without you knowing. Can he do that?
Nevertheless, it was a growing concern. You were constantly thinking of him these days, something that Lucifer had seemed to notice, astute as the avatar of pride is. He hadn’t cleared things up about your predicament though. He had only warned you, and the daunting words left a heavy weight in your heart, especially since you knew he was most probably right. “Solomon can be quite devious, so don’t let your guard down,” he had said and you find yourself glumly agreeing. While your white-haired classmate hadn’t done something outright malicious, he hadn’t exactly been the poster child for innocence either, choosing to be a goading presence in disputes he happened to be in proximity of. His proclivity for mischief had been something you were incredibly wary of, especially with your growing attraction to him.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Solomon’s voice broke through the haze and you found yourself openly gawking at him. You must have looked incredibly creepy, staring at him like that.
You shook your head, “It’s nothing,” you say, choosing to turn your gaze towards the materials you should be reading. You could still feel his eyes on you and it was akin to how a prey must feel once a wolf sets their eyes on them. It made you feel distinctly aware of his proximity and how close you two truly are and you feel flushed by the knowledge alone.
“Is it really nothing? You’ve been staring at me for quite some time,” he answered, a light lilt to his voice- that teasing, mischievous tone sending shivers down your spine. “You can tell me anything, you know?” he simpered in a low whisper and his warm breath on your ear makes that flush turn into a low blaze.
“I-“ You stop yourself just in time, Lucifer’s warning bursting to the forefront of your brain. You may dislike the eldest brother sometimes when he was being particularly cruel but you knew, beyond a shade of a doubt, that he always had yours and his family’s well-being in mind. You weren’t about to ignore his sage advice- if anything, you respected him too much to doubt his judgement and weren’t about to put him in a difficult position should things with Solomon didn’t pan out. Lucifer was dangerous when angered and you had no doubt that Solomon’s propensity to cause turmoil was going to grate on his nerves. It would be best to just stay clear of the wizard, no matter how attracted you seem to be to him.
You were dead set on just continuing studies and not answering Solomon when a wet appendage slid itself behind your ear, the licking motion turning your bones to jelly and the low blaze turning into an inferno. You swallowed the lusty moan wrenched from deep in your gut just in time and turned a reddened face towards your cheekily smiling companion.
“I don’t like it when you ignore me,” Solomon hummed lightly, seemingly unaffected by the fact that he had just effectively turned your bones to mush. “I really, really don’t like it,” he continued, a hand reaching out to stroke your cheek softly. Something in his voice had turned dark despite the teasing tone.
It wasn’t until his hand drifted to your neck to start pulling you close again when you jumped up from your seat. “I- I have to go!” you stammered, grabbing what you can and stuffing it hurriedly into your bag. You didn’t care if you left anything important anymore, you just had to get out of there before you did something you would regret.
You ran from the library, not caring if some of the students gave you strange looks. You were too set on putting as much distance as possible between yourself and Solomon.
Back at your table, Solomon propped his head on his palms, staring cheekily at your hasty retreat. He licked his lips, savoring the lingering taste of your skin. He was addicted, he knew that much and it seems you have been responding to this unnamed attraction between you two. It was only a matter of time before he had you all to himself.
Solomon smiled, feeling a rush of excitement he had never felt before course through him.
“I wonder how long she’s going to last.”
Pairing: Comte x reader
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Summary: You have made it back to the mansion, but you and Sebastian were seriously hurt in the process. Comte comes to realization that more drastic measures need to be taken to protect you and the other residents inside the mansion from an ever-growing psychotic William.
Rating: 18+
Count: 3,972
Warnings: mentions of blood
AO3: Chapter 3
Chapter 3: A Difficult Decision Made
As Comte held your body in the entry way, he gave orders to Leonardo.
“Take care of that man for me, I need to see to _____’s injuries.”
He turned to look at Arthur.
“After you finish tending to Sebastian’s wounds, please come to my room.”
“Sure thing.” Arthur replied.
Comte quickly turned around and walked away from the unfolding scene behind him. With you in his arms, he made his way up the stairs and to his room. As he walked, he took in your injuries. He could feel the knot in his throat begin to tighten.
“I can’t believe I let this happen. How could I not see what was going to happen? How could William have orchestrated this right under my very nose?”
He carefully stepped into his room and pushed the door behind him closed with his foot. He headed straight for his private bath at the back of the room. You were floating in and out of consciousness, but your guard was down now that you were with Comte. He set you down on a chair and began to gently remove your clothes. Once they were undone, he tenderly picked you up and set you inside the porcelain tub filled with warm water. Grabbing a washcloth, he began to wipe away at the blood, the dirt, the grime…the filth that those men had left on your soft skin. The warm water lapped at your sore body with a welcome pleasantness. He placed a makeshift bandage on your head, a temporary placeholder for whatever Arthur would decide you needed.
You looked at Comte through glassy eyes. You could see the grief on his face. You knew that he loved you, and of course he would feel guilty. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he continued to clean you and look at your bruises. He stopped abruptly and raised a hand to your neck. He brushed his fingers over the bruise. A handprint was now clearly evident on your neck. A reminder of the struggle that you just narrowly escaped. You reached up to grab his hand in yours, as you both looked at each other through blurry visions in silence. He gave your hand a squeeze as a tear fell from his eye.
“_____, I’m so sorry. I am so sorry. Please forgive me.” He whispered. He did not try to hide the tears; his remorse didn’t let him.
His voice was quivering. In all his years on this earth, he had never been so scared. He has searched high and low, believing that he would always be alone. But then you came into his life, an angel that fell in love with a fiend like him. He already felt undeserving of your love, but in this moment, the reality of what had happened to you hit him like a freight train. He was a pureblood vampire, and you…a human. Your life could have easily ended tonight. He might never have gotten to see your smiling face again. To look upon the smile that lit up his day. He might never have gotten to hear your voice again. His stomach turned and twisted at the thought of how close he came to completely losing you.
You could see that Comte was having an internal struggle with everything that had happened to you in town. You tightened your grip on his hand, pulling it up to your face. You laid a gentle kiss of the back of his hand. His eyes widened at the gesture.
“Comte, I don’t believe you have anything to be sorry for. It was not you that did this to me. It was William.” Looking at his face, he still appeared unconvinced. You reached your arms out to him and he leaned in a bit closer to your face and into your arms.
“I will always love you Comte. No matter what has happened to me in the past, today, or whatever will happen to me in the future, I will always continue loving you. Even when my life on this earth comes to a close, I’m sure that in the next life, I will continue to love you until forever comes to an end. Don’t you see, before I met you, I was incomplete. I was half of a soul wandering aimlessly through life. I genuinely believe that you are my other half. My soul is complete now because we are together. The happiness that I feel knowing that we found each other is immeasurable. Do you know how much I love you? Count the stars, and they will tell you how deeply my love for you runs through my veins. I could never be apart from you, so please, banish these feelings from within yourself. I love you.”
Upon hearing your words, Comte drew you into his arms. He held you against his chest, living proof that you were still alive and that somehow this angel still loved him. He whispered into your ear.
“_____, I will always love you. When you’ve long left this earth, I will love you. In a millennia, I will continue to love you. You are my everything. Before you, I was just existing, but now my life exists because of you. You are my life and life itself. I love you.”
You were both wrapped in a tender embrace, basking in the love you had for one another, a forbidden love that brought life into both of your existences.
Downstairs at the front entrance, there was no love of any kind to be found. Pierre lay whimpering on the ground as Leonardo stared coldly at him nearby. Dazai and Jean had returned with the stretcher and Arthur’s medical bag and were kneeling next to Sebastian, who still lay unconscious on the ground. Arthur quickly went through his medical bag and pulled out a neck brace and gently placed it around Sebastian’s neck. Sebastian’s face had begun to swell, both his eyes black and blue. His dried blood mingled with the fresh still weeping from his wounds, while his breathing grew more labored.
“Carefully, we’re going to put him on the stretcher and be sure to keep his head and neck as still as possible. We don’t want to cause further damage.” Arthur ordered.
Dazai, Jean, and Arthur carefully transferred Sebastian to the stretcher, making sure to heed Arthur’s warning. They picked up the stretcher, and headed inside to Arthur’s room, leaving the rest of the vampires outside, with Pierre still on the ground.
In his rage, Leonardo had done a number on Pierre. Pierre was bleeding profusely, taking shallow breaths in trying to regain his senses. He knew that something was not normal about these men, who so easily overcame him in strength and speed. One of his eyes had already swelled shut and was colored with dark purples and reds. He was missing a couple more teeth as blood flowed from his mouth down onto his clothes that were already stained with crimson and dirt. He struggled to breathe, as Leonardo had broken a rib or two in the process of teaching Pierre a lesson. His pained gasps gained no sympathy from any of the vampires, especially Leonardo.
Pierre tried to drag his body in agony, away from these men that he had already deemed to be some kind of monsters.
“Scusa, where do you think you’re going?” Leonardo said, pressing his boot into Pierre’s back.
Pierre yelled out in anguish, pain shooting throughout his whole body.
“You’re not going anywhere, bastardo.” Leonardo reached down and grabbed the back of his blouse, dragging his body into the house.
“Everyone else, wait in the dining room for me.” He instructed the rest of the vampires.
Leonardo headed towards the basement of the house, opening the old door that had rarely been used. He took his first step into the basement, making dust rise from the old wooden step. The weight of his and Pierre’s body made the stairs creak as he descended into the cool basement. He headed towards one of the stone walls. Some metal chains were attached to the walls, which he used to restrain Pierre. Pierre was unable to put up a fight with his injuries, not that he would have been able to if he tried. He was no match for a pureblood, an angry pureblood at that.
Leonardo grabbed Pierre’s face, bringing it close to his own. His forehead creased as he spoke in a low voice, almost a growl.
“We will deal with you later. Make no noise, understand? Or else I might have to come back and finish the job.”
Pierre nodded weakly, understanding his place and the situation that he was involved in.
“These men are monsters! Evil monsters! I never should have gotten involved in Jacques stupid ideas.”, Pierre thought to himself as the pureblood walked back up the dusty stairs.
Leonardo reached the top of the stairs, closing the door and leaving Pierre in total darkness.
In Arthur’s room, Dazai and Jean were quickly following Arthur’s instruction, trying to help their injured friend. They had set Sebastian down onto Arthur’s bed, as Arthur began a thorough inspection of his injuries. While Sebastian was still unconscious, they cleaned up his injuries, put him in a fresh set of clothes, and made sure to put salve and fresh gauze onto his open wounds. Dazai and Jean were left impressed with the English author. They had no idea that he was so proficient in the medical field, as Arthur rarely told anyone of his secret past as a doctor.
“Dazai, do you think you could stay here and look after Sebastian? I still need to check with Comte and look over _____’s injuries.
“Absolutely, I will let you know once he awakens.” Dazai said.
Arthur looked over to Jean, who had begun to sway upon seeing all the rags soaked in blood.
“If you want to head downstairs, I can handle it from here Jean.” Arthur said.
“Thank you, I think that would be best Arthur.” Jean left the room quickly, making his way downstairs into the dining room, where he found some of the other vampires waiting and discussing the nights events.
Arthur grabbed his bag and headed promptly to Comte’s room. By the time he arrived, Comte had already dressed you and laid you down onto his bed. You were resting when Arthur knocked quietly on the door. The knock roused you from your groggy state, as you were still a bit nervous from the assault.
Comte swiftly opened the door and let Arthur into the room. He motioned to you.
“I’ve already cleaned up the blood and took a look at her injuries, but it would put my mind at ease if you could have a look as well and treat her wounds.”
“Of course, that’s why I’m here.”
Arthur headed over to the bed and knelt down beside it. He took off the bandage that Comte had placed on your head and began to examine the gash on your head.
“You did a good job of cleaning out the wound, but I’m still going to apply some antibiotics and give her some medicine to ease the pain.”
Comte nodded as he watched Arthur apply a salve to your wound and place a clean gauze bandage on your head. He then mixed together some medicine in a cup and had you drink it down, making sure that you drank it all.
Arthur looked at you as you settled into the bed and then began to speak hesitantly.
“I know that a lot has happened to you today, but any information that you can tell us about William and how you found out would be very beneficial.”
You looked up at Arthur and Comte, you tried to sit up as a pain shot through your entire body. Arthur and Comte rushed to help you sit up in the bed, making sure you didn’t move more than necessary.
Your throat was still very sore and your voice hoarse, but you managed to tell them everything that had happened. You explained about the first bakery, and how they ran out of bread because of a certain English author donating money.
“I thought at first they were talking about you, Arthur. I never even stopped to think about William being the one.”
Arthur looked at you quizzically.
“Why did you think it was me?” Arthur asked.
“Well, the baker said that the English author would frequent the pub across the street. And I remember from last week when you helped me at the same pub. Remember those two drunk guys? Those were the same men that attacked me. I thought I was just putting two and two together and came to the conclusion that the baker was talking about you.”
“So how did you find out that it was William and not me?”
“Well, I went to the new bakery that had just opened up. On my way out of the bakery, I was walking by an alley, when I was grabbed and then pulled to the back of the alley. It was there where they were talking, and they mentioned the name Will and how he had told them where I would be. They also knew Comte and mentioned his title. They knew all along who he was, and they were just playing dumb yesterday. When I said that I didn’t have the money, they said that I would pay in another way.”
You proceeded to tell them about how he had hurt you and cut your blouse, and about how he had treated you. You shivered as you thought about how you were almost taken. Comte looked at you, his eyes looked down on you with sadness.
“Ma Cherie, did anything else happen? Please tell me what they intended.”
“I am certain that they wanted me to pay….with my body. While he was choking me, he…he ran his tongue across my neck.” You touched your exposed neck at the memory and started to sob softly.
Arthur and Comte looked at each other in alarm, as they came to terms with how close you were to being sexually assaulted. Your retelling of the events left everything clear to the two men: Jacques and Pierre knew that you wouldn’t have the money, and they were going to take payment from you in the form of your body.
Comte could swear that he felt his blood begin to boil inside of him.
“THE FUCKING NERVE, HOW DARE THEY?!”
He had to calm himself down and he knelt down beside the bed and laid you back down.
“Go to sleep, Ma Cherie. You need the rest; I will ensure that the door is protected at all hours so you can sleep in peace.”
You nodded your head as you closed your heavy eyelids. The afternoon’s events had left you tired and hurting. The two men watched as you dozed off to sleep, and quietly slipped out of the room to let you rest.
Outside of the room, Comte took quick strides towards the stairs. Arthur swiftly followed.
“Comte, what are we going to do? We can’t let William get away with this, this is madness!”
“Don’t think for a second that I intend to let William continue to hurt _____. This is the final straw, there will be repercussions for what has happened tonight, I guarantee it.” With a flip of his tail coat, he continued his descent down the stairs and into the main dining hall, where the rest of the vampires were congregated with Leonardo discussing the nights events as they waited for Comte to show up.
The dining room fell into silence as the vampires looked at Comte with serious faces. Comte looked across the dining hall at each of them. He began to speak in a clear and direct voice.
“What has happened tonight is inexcusable, I cannot allow for William to continue unpunished. I was the one that brought him to this time and as such, he is my responsibility, I am much more aware of that now.”
At those words, Leonardo sucked his teeth. His eyebrows furrowed at his old friend. Comte skirted his eyes over to Leonardo before continuing to speak.
“Arthur and I talked with _____ and she gave us some more information that can be valuable to us, assuming that you are all willing to help.”
All the vampires nodded their heads in agreement. There was no one in the room who was not willing to help you, especially considering that their precious human had been hurt so brutally.
Arthur told everyone your account of the night, including that William was frequently seen going into the bar across the street from the bakery.
“Since that old chap was seen going into the same bar that I go to, I was thinking that I would head over there tonight and see what I can dig up on those two drunks and anything I can pick up on William as well.” At his words, Theo and Napoleon volunteered to tag along.
“I’ll do anything to see that he gets what coming to him, he’s the real hond. How could he hurt _____ like that?” Theo remarked while shaking his head, muttering to himself more than to anyone else around him.
Napoleon stood up a little straighter pushing his shoulders back, his eyes clear with determination as he tightened his fists. He is a soldier after all, and he can’t abide by such an innocent being abused.
All three men were ready, anticipating the battle that lay before them in the murky streets of Paris. The three of the men filed out the door and headed into the dark city with a hive mind of achieving one goal: find the remaining culprits and bring them back to pay for their heinous crime.
Once the three vampires left, Comte gave orders to Mozart, Isaac, and Jean to stay near the mansion to protect it from any unwanted visitors that may be conspiring with William. The three vampires gave a curt nod and headed to separate points of the mansion, their eyes peeled into the darkness outside, looking for anyone that may intrude into their home.
The only vampires left in the dining room were Leonardo, Comte, and Vincent. Vincent sat at the dining room table as he ran a hand over his face. His shoulders sat low while a feeling of heaviness made its home in his chest. Comte looked at Vincent, his emotions in turmoil. He knew that Vincent was closest to William, and he had to be sure without a shadow of a doubt that Vincent was on his side. He took the chair next to Vincent and the two vampires looked at each other. Comte opened his mouth to speak first, determination in his voice.
“Vincent, I know you and Will are close, but I think that we would both agree that his actions here today are egregious. I don’t want to put you in any situation that would make you uncomfortable but understand that I cannot sit idly by and watch _____ get hurt. I need to know your honest opinions on William and this whole situation.”
Vincent shook his head and spoke with a low voice.
“I’m so sorry, Comte. I feel like since I am the one that is closest to Will, that I should have seen this coming. Clearly what he did was inexcusable, it’s just that I never perceived that he would be capable of such malice, especially towards someone as innocent as _____. I know that she is yours but do understand that I care for her and what has happened to her and shaken me to my core. I will do anything to keep her safe, even from William.”
Vincent had tears in his eyes, as he was speaking from a broken heart filled with regret. As they looked each other in the eyes, Comte could see Vincent’s true honest and empathetic nature towards what had happened. He grabbed Vincent’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
“Thank you, Vincent, your words mean a lot to me. I have a favor to ask you, pertaining to what happened tonight.”
“Absolutely, anything. Just say the word and it’s done.”
“I still need someone to guard my room. _____ is still asleep and recovering from her injuries. I want to ensure that she is kept safe and if she needs any medical attention, that you get Arthur for her.”
“I’ll head upstairs immediately then. Thank you, Comte.” Vincent said, laying a hand across his chest.
“No, thank you Vincent.” Comte replied with a sad smile.
Vincent headed upstairs, leaving Leonardo and Comte alone in the dining room. An indignant Leonardo loomed over Comte, who still sat at the dining table.
“What do you have to say Leonardo? I can practically feel you seething with anger.”
“Listen closely, you ingrate, cuz I have a lot to say about what happened to _____ tonight.”
Comte already knew what Leonardo was going to say, but he felt he deserved the backlash that Leonardo was about to unleash upon him. He slowly stood up and faced one of his oldest friends. Leonardo continued his barrage, his voice rising in volume.
“I’m sure _____ told you sweet things upstairs. Nonsense probably, saying how this was not your fault and how you shouldn’t feel guilty. But I am here to set you straight. Everything that happened here tonight is entirely your fault. How many times did I tell you that William was no good? How many times did I tell you that you should be keeping a closer eye on him?”
Leonardo took a couple steps closer to Comte. His forehead was creased and his adrenaline was flowing as he continued to speak his mind, agitation and contempt filling his voice.
“You should not have let him go. Every time we cross paths, the man becomes more and more crazy. I know you kept saying that I was biased because Will and I hate each other, but now everything has come to a head. I was right about Will. He is dangerous, and you were the one that brought him to this time and allowed him the free reigns to do as he pleases. And now what?! He hurt _____, because of your lackadaisical attitude!”
“DON’T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT?!” Comte yelled. “Don’t you think I know that it’s my fault that _____ was attacked. I know now that I should have heeded your warnings, but I never thought that he would stoop to such mad actions.”
Leonardo’s expression cooled upon hearing his friend admit that he was right. He spoke the next words without any combativeness, only with the intention to alert Comte to what needed to be done.
“You need to decide that you are willing to do what is necessary to stop William. You need to drop this pretend life of nobility and think about what needs to be done to stop him. Can you do it? Will you do it? Like you said to everyone earlier, this is your responsibility.”
Comte had a stoic expression on his face. His golden eyes were hard and dull, as he understood clearly what he might have to do in order to keep you safe. He had long ago banished that lifestyle, but he now realized that he had given too much trust to the playwright. Comte looked Leonardo in the eyes.
“I understand, I will take whatever action is needed to stop Will. I hope I still have your support.”
“Always.” Leonardo replied.
The two purebloods looked at each other, their actions now pointed toward a common goal. To stop William…by any means necessary.
Thanks for reading! The fourth chapter should be out next week! :)
45: “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.” 46: “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”
Word Count: 1250
Warnings: SMUT !!!! Dirty talk, exhibitionism, a little biting, i think that’s it? also reader has female genitalia and uses she/her pronouns
soooo i haven’t written smut for a while, and i’ve never written it on this blog before, lemme know what u think..? it turned out a bit long whoops
You hummed, relaxing back into the hot water as steam misted around your face, obscuring the bickering brothers from view. It hadn’t been easy finding a hot spring in the devildom cool enough for you to withstand, but Asmo had insisted on a relaxing day at the springs, and it wouldn’t do to have his human friend’s skin burned by scalding water.
Of course, the moment Mammon found out you and Asmo were planning an outing, he volunteered to accompany you. It wasn’t long until the other brothers found out, and before you knew it, you and seven demons were crowded in a steaming hot spring.
“Ugh, this isn’t even warm! MC, are you sure you can’t stand something hotter?” Asmo whined through the clouds of steam.
Pairing: Fem!Reader/Shaw
Rating: 18+/Explicit/NSFW
Words: 5k
Summary: He hadn’t planned on getting sucked in, unable and unwilling to free himself. But they’ve all had their chances and now, it’s his turn.
coup de foudre (‘stroke of lightning’): a sudden unforeseen event, in particular, an instance of love at first sight
A/N: i have nothing to say. except that this was supposed to be a filthy hookup thing but I should have known better. please…don’t look at me lmao
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Inspired by @pastel-hideout‘s fan art of Kitsune!Mitsuhide <3 That means Mitsuhide/Kitsune!Mitsuhide has long, white hair, longer fingernails, fox ears and nine tails.
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Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Pairing: Kitsune!Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader x Kitsune!Mitsuhide Akechi Threesome Rated: Mature/Explicit, 18+ Target: Female Audience Word Count: 4.358
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Blood, Yandere??? Mitsuhide, Kind Of Breeding Kink???
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Summary: Weeks ago you had saved the life of a white fox. Ever since the fox, Shiro as you named him, comes to visit you on a daily basis. And ever since day you started to dream about HIM: tall, handsome, skin pale as snow as was his long, silken hair, ears like a fox. Was it him? Shiro? It couldn’t be, could it? Never he says a word and nor do you. And yet you share intimate moments, moments of love, moments of pleasure. Is it possible to fall in love with a stranger? A dream? Someone who didn’t even exist?
Mitsuhide - the true identity of Shiro - does know that your dreams are dreams… and yet they are real. Every night he visits you to be close to you. Never you should get to know who he really is - until you meet again after your future husband left his mark on you…
Enraged Mitsuhide decides to get you back. Every inch of your body. Every piece of your heart. Mitsuhide wouldn’t allow anyone else to have you… Never…
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A must read!
