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[theonewhowanks]

[jafara123]

It's nice to see I'm not the only one who believes Narinder just "shuts down" every now and then. The twins take turns guarding him when he gets like this to keep him safe in this vulnerable state. So far, only the Lamb and Goat can "wake him up".

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Okay revised it. Saw on Twitter a blissed out Striker tied up and covered in bite marks. (I will always see Striker as a reluctant bottom and want to someone treat being overlord as a 10-5 Mon-Fri gig.

Striker x male Dom imp overlord early in the relationship; Striker tries to take charge because nerdy Dio doesn't look like a overlord when not working. Dio's having none of it and "punishes" Striker all night.

Actions Have Consequences...

When you'd first hired Striker, he wasn't all too impressed with you.

He'd had plenty of bosses and just cause you claimed the rank of 'Overlord' didn't mean squat to him.

Sure you had money.

And seemingly a small legion to follow you, but so did plenty of 2 bit gang leaders.

It wasn't until he met you in person, did his opinion of you shift.

You held yourself far better then any Imp hed met before. But he didnt quite grasp your dominance until you were attacked by a Sinner of all demons.

Your response was instant, rallying your troops, dealing a brutal and deliberate strike on the man.

You swept through his territory, conscripting or decimating his forces until you reached the man himself.

He'd of course play a part, showing off his skills as you led your forces through the sinners limited turf.

Seizing the man you'd made a show of it, decimating the man, stringing him up a sticking your most sadistic of followers on him.

Your near fanatical followers tearing the sinner apart until he couldn't even regenerate, the soul left as nothing more then a cluster of eyes on a nearby building.

After that Striker took you far more serious.

He started paying attention, focusing on more then just his next paycheck or target.

He did his best to keep close, watching you and after actually paying attention, you... you were truly something.

You kept up a total image of control and discipline.

You took no quarter and absolutely never submitted to Bluebloods.

Truly, you were the peak of Impkind.

He'd dedicate himself to service, rapidly working his way up your ranks.

Moving from a simple hired gun to a loyal officer in your legion in record time.

And of course, he did his absolute best to stick close to you, wanting to see truly how terrible you were, in all the best ways, of course.

With his incredible skill, being a Hellborne and his eagerness to follow you, it wouldn't be long until he was within your inner circle, and from there he began to flirt.

Like, a lot.

At first you'd simply shrugged him off, clearly uninterested.

But with time, and upon showing his loyalty time and time again, completing tasks no other soldier could, you began humouring the man.

It started playfully, you humouring the man with some witty banter before it quickly turned into something more.

You could appreciate such a competent Hellborne (I refuse to see him as some blundering idiot like in Mastermind), the two of you developing a surprisingly playful relationship.

He'd quickly become an integral part of your inner circle.

Despite his best efforts your 'relationship' progressed only when you allowed, something that, despite his frustration, was deeply arousing. You and the cowboy growing very close.

It would be one night, victory thick in the air, you, the 'Imp Overlord' practically electric as you stared at each other in the 'officers lounge' as you called it.

But despite his best efforts to stay in command, Striker would end up beneath you, the night of passion beginning a deeply initiate connection.

Of course you weren't so easily taken by the man, it taking many more months before you formed a serious relationship, but between you and his careful moves, he'd becomes your number 2.

I mean, sure, within your organisation there were others, but emotionally/intimately he was your number 1.

Your relationship would develope as a slow burn, the two of you developing... something.

You never put a label on it, something he appreciated in a weird way.

It'd be within the next year that you'd finally become an item, the two of you showing off said affection in public.

It'd be the day he'd kissed you before your lieutenants that you'd finally take him back to HQ.

He'd of course relish the armoured car ride home, then reaching your fortress of a house.

He allowed your 'help' to attend to him, the man placing his weapons away, you insisting on your home being 'a peaceful place'.

You'd share a soft kiss, a tender moment between the two of you, you'd shower, the man taken off guard as you came out in a robe and slippers.

He wasn't all too perturbed, after all, it was your home.

He still expected you to spend the night hunched over some grand conquest table, scheming and planning your next strike, but instead...

...

You just relaxed.

You laid back in your recliner, watching TV and drinking beer.

And look, the first night he'd played it off as a 'night off' as it were, but it wasn't just that night.

It was one night, then the next, and the next.

And sure enough he realised this wasn't some fluke.

This was your routine.

Now, granted, you did run a tight ship when on the clock.

You took territory, conquered land, ran deals and all around ran your empire ruthlessly.

But it was in your free time that he had a problem.

Now granted, you did spent many a day in an intimate bind, the half snake demon unable to deny he liked it, but even as you'd snuggle up, watching some movie or old western, he couldn't help but feel the time was... well, wasted.

The time that could be spent planning operations, training and organising troops was instead spent...

Making models.

Or watching movies.

Or sharing drinks with your inner circle.

Though he didnt mind that last one, the man getting to crack open your fancy reserve as you'd drink with like minded Hellbornes.

But other then that you tended to spend the night just... well, relaxing like some regular Joe.

And while on one hand, he could understand the need to relax, the fact you treated your overlord-ship like some 9-5 was irritating to the man.

And so, outside of your view he began to make moves.

Subtle at first, the man finding like minded officers in your ranks. Playing on their wants for more consistent leadership, playing on the young and eager.

Of course, despite his craving for power, he did everything under your banner, the man, despite his thirst for dominance, he knew he barely held a candle to your skill and power to rally hellbornes.

So he simply did what he could.

Whenever asked he'd simply state his orders were yours, the man taking a 'shadow' role to your rule.

The man intending to play the part of 'convenient ruler' while you relaxed.

And so, it'd be upon his first act as your '2nd', the man telling your officers to prepare an invasion of a neighbouring enterprise you'd all but ignored.

He was so sure of himself.

Your officers taking his word that his words were yours.

Everything ready to move.

Troops in place.

Soldiers ready to mobilise.

And so he gave the order to move.

...

...

And yet, nothing happened.

Nobody moved.

The man turned, intent on asking your officers what was wrong.

Only for the man to see you. Standing in full dress attire. Your stone cold personality in full swing as he felt the air leave his lung.

You'd stand before him, staring down in a cold, domineering sense, Striker both shocked and completely taken off guard as you approached him.

You'd reach out, cupping his cheek, the man feeling a prick on his neck, and as his head spiralled, suddenly light as a cloud, you'd assure him.

'Everything will work out, juuust fine~'

He'd awaken some time later, the Imp finding himself bound, and not by simple rope.

No, these were custom made bindings, his wrists, ankles, elbows, knees and neck all bound as he was splayed out, ripe to be... claimed~

He'd snap too as you spoke.

You'd explain that you really were fond of the man, caring for him like no one else you'd encountered.

But... unfortunately he over played his hand.

He tried to move things beyond what you'd organised.

And unfortunately, that meant he'd have to be broken.

Broken until he was a good little boy.

Your methods were... unconventional to say the least.

A sadistic mix of blinding pleasure and harsh and cold sensations.

Pulling him from a vibrating haze of pleasure, usually with ice or ice cold water, the man gasping and whining as you watching him. Your hand warm, the half snake leaning into your touch every time you graced him with it.

You'd overwhelm him, the man struggling to think let alone act, swimming through a sea of pleasure then, numbness, his body completely at your mercy.

It was... all a blur.

Days? Weeks? Months?

You intentionally blocked out all light. No clocks. Visiting him at random times.

He'd know pleasure he couldn't imagine, you wearing his mind down over and over until he was left nothing but a whining, moaning mess, desperately craving your pleasure and presence.

It'd be... some time later when you'd walk in.

You'd bathe him, cleaning him up and dressing him up in some snazzy duds.

This time however, despite matching his usual Wrathern style, were distinctly in your colour palate, the man more resembling yourself.

After this things were... different.

You let him loose, no more blind pleasure or cold or haze.

He was finally clear headed, able to walk around freely, allowed to carry guns and fight for you just like before his over step.

Everything seemed fine and yet every time youd place your hand on thr back of his neck, or whispered in his ear his entire body quivered.

It was liek youd planted something deep in his brain, a command youd given that he didnt need to be told.

Youd just stared at him, your eyes piercing as you looked at him, the man feeling so vulnerable, naked beneath your gaze.

He'd enter your home, but unlike all,the other times, he meek, dealing with his own items, the cowboy obediently following after you like a trained puppy.

He would wear his own bathrobe, his own slippers.

They were... comfy. Warm. Lake you hugging him close.

And hed curl up with you, watching those old movies.

And all those things that he once called weakness.

And now... they felt like home.

With you.

[jafara123]

YES! My collection is GROWING!

[jafara123]

Isekai Attributes

Strength aka Body, Might, Brawn, Power ...A measure of how physically strong a character is. Strength often controls the power and/or damage of melee attacks, the maximum weight the character can carry, and sometimes hit points. Armor and weapons might also have a Strength requirement to use them.

Constitution aka Stamina, Endurance, Vitality, Recovery ...A measure of how sturdy a character is. Constitution often influences hit points, resistances for special types of damage (poisons, illness, heat etc.) and fatigue.

Defense aka Resistance, Resilience, ...A measure of how resilient a character is. Defense usually decreases taken damage by either a percentage or a fixed amount per hit. Occasionally combined with Constitution.

Dexterity aka Agility, Reflexes, Quickness, ...A measure of how agile a character is. Dexterity controls attack and movement speed and accuracy, as well as evading an opponent's attack (see Armor Class).

Intelligence aka Intellect, Mind, Knowledge, ...A measure of a character's problem-solving ability. Intelligence often controls a character's ability to comprehend foreign languages and their skill in magic. In some cases, intelligence controls how many skill points the character gets at "level up". In some games, it controls the rate at which experience points are earned, or the amount needed to level up. Under certain circumstances, this skill can also negate combat actions between players and NPC enemies. This is sometimes combined with wisdom and/or willpower.

Wisdom aka Spirit, Wits, Psyche, Sense, ...A measure of a character's common sense and/or spirituality. Wisdom often controls a character's ability to cast certain spells, communicate to mystical entities, or discern other characters' motives or feelings.

Willpower aka Fortitude, Resolve, Sanity, Personality, Ego, ...A measure of the character's mental resistance (against pain, fear etc.) when falling victim to mind-altering magic, torture, or insanity. Many games combine willpower and wisdom.

Perception aka Alertness, Awareness, Cautiousness, ...A measure of a character's openness to their surroundings. Perception controls the chance to detect vital clues, traps or hiding enemies, and might influence combat sequence or the accuracy of ranged attacks. Perception-type attributes are more common in more modern games. Note that this skill is usually understood only to apply to what a character can perceive with their established senses (i.e. sight, sound, smell, etc), and does not usually include extrasensory perception or other forms of mental telepathy or telekinesis in the given game unless the character's specific attributes expressly include such abilities (such as the Force in Star Wars). Sometimes combined with wisdom.

Luck aka Fate, Chance, ...A measure of a character's luck. Luck might influence anything, but mostly random items, encounters and outstanding successes/failures (such as critical hits).

[happymoxxy]

Now that Baal is recovering from his lung plague he can start building his harem 😚.

I think Pluto is a nice candidate 😏.

Pluto is also polyamorous but he is bad at communicating it.

[jafara123]

Mwehehehehe!

[jafara123]

LitRPG Isekai fanic Brainstorm inspired by Psychronia

The Cynical Realist (Maybe)

This is a bitter person who can, whether he wants to or not, see the evil in the hearts of man all around him. He's slow to trust, perpetually cautious, and more than a little misanthropic. In exchange, he also has an uncanny understanding of human behavior, can maneuver delicate power dynamics skillfully, and is a meticulous planner.

Based on how he lived on Earth, he's prefers to live peacefully and responsibly, even if it means enduring mistreatment. However, if someone manages earns his ire despite that, he can be very spiteful.

The 5-Man Band (Recruited)

This one is more of a storytelling structure and trope. This includes:

The Hero/Leader: The star of the story, obviously. And either a Chosen One of the world's god or a Summoned Hero. They typically get burdened with command over the party and need to grow into the role.

The Lancer: The Hero's foil. the person that balances out the Hero's flaws and strengths, possibly forms a rivalry with them, and will very likely be the second in command in the event of the Hero's absence

The Smart One: The ideas guy with technical skills, technological/scientific or magical talent, and generally well-read enough to be good exposition dumps. They're often strategists, advisors, powerful sages, or somewhat mad researchers. All their intellect is often contrasted with weak physical abilities and sometimes poor social awareness or notable neurodivergence.

The Big Guy: Not necessarily literally big(and sometimes literally small), but this character is the brawn to the The Smart One's brain. They are the powerhouse with physical strength up the wazoo and are usually the ones you can count on to solve a problem with brute force. In exchange, they're also the ones that get taken down to sell a threat or who have to stand by when a situation requires non-combat skills.

The Heart: If The Smart One is intellectually intelligent, then these people are emotionally intelligent. They're good at keeping morale up, mediating between party members, being considerate of everyone's emotions, and also keeping the group morally grounded. Often overlaps with the Hero or is the token girl, but neither is required.

The Sixth Ranger: While this setup is called the 5-man Band, there can technically be a late addition to the group to shake things up. Maybe they're a former enemy that deserted, or circumstances caused their goals to align with the party. Regardless, they're late to the party but undeniably plugs up any hole remaining in it.

Promotion & Tier system

Under this system, levels are easier to get, but instead of capping at whatever level, characters get to restart back at level 1 under new circumstances with further potential for power. Maybe there is a tier system where their existing class has an upgrade tree, or maybe it can be infinitely looped between various classes, with some more exclusive than others.

Criteria System with Associated Skills

In this system, any and every job can be taken so long as prerequisites are met. Each class has different prerequisites, such as physical challenges, exposure to certain materials, official titles, or repeated uses of certain skills. The more difficult or obscure the requirements are, the more impressive the class tends to be.

Changing jobs is easy, but Skills are tied to the class and characters may lose access to them after a change. Each class also comes with an appropriate change of stats.

Class Leveling System with Accumulated Skills

Classes must be learned either from someone who already has it or an item holding its power. Once obtained, that class will always be accessible even if other classes are gained (though there may need to be only one "active class").

Each job can be leveled up through repeated use, and skills are gained through leveling. Even when a class is changed, skills will always be accessible.

Class Bonus System

In this system, jobs are harder to obtain or change, and only one can be held at any given time. A character's classes might offer certain bonuses like unique abilities, stat buffs, or increased growth rates, but they're otherwise separate from learning Skills.

Skills can also be gained through training, other items, or personal innovation. This means every character can build their skillset however they want.

Skill Leveling and Evolution

Skills each have a set level to them. Most commonly, it is level 1 to 10. There is no functional difference between the same Skill of the same level, so when users compete, victory comes down to other variables such as creative use. The potency of Skills increases with each level, and once maxed out at 10, there may be the option to evolve the skill into a superior version of itself.

For example, [Basic Fire Magic Level 10] may become [Intermediate Magic Level 1] or [Whirlwind Blade Level 10] may become [Cyclone Slash Level 1].

Perhaps the evolution is automatic, or perhaps it requires an outside ritual. Regardless, the old Skill is lost after evolution and may need to be acquired again.

Skill Acquisition and Fusion

Skills cannot be leveled up, but the same Skill may have different potency depending on the users. New skills can be acquired simply by attempting and practicing new things, with the individual's natural affinity determining how hard acquisition is.

As an individual collects a wide variety of Skills, compatible Skills have a chance of automatically combining. Generally, the final result will involve having all the abilities of the prior Skills, on top of further potency or flexibility. Skills can also be willingly sacrificed to bolster other skills of the same rarity; in this case, the sacrificed skill will be lost and the bolstered skill will evolve.

For example, [Alchemy] and [Herbalism] could be fused to become [Instant Potion Production] or [Herbalism] could be sacrificed to bolster [Alchemy] into [Chemistry Magic].

The Unquantified Technique System

The "power levels are bullshit" arrangement. While stats do tend to accurately reflect a character's raw abilities, they also neglect very important factors when it comes to actual combat capabilities, such as efficiency. A user's pure technique may be enough to overtake that of an objectively faster opponent, or they may use a weapon that concentrates all their force into one area, causing greater damage than an objectively stronger counterpart.

Stats are still gained via leveling up, but the individuals have complete control over how to allocate their stat gain after each level up. The amount of stat points gained per level as well as the ability to gain multiple stats per point can depend on the race of the individual. For instance, elves may be able to gain two points of magic for the cost of one, while beastfolk can gain two points of strength or speed for the cost of one.

There may also be treasures or special potions that grant bonus stat points.

Training System

The "earn every scrap yourself" arrangement. Stats do reflect pure ability like in the Strict Numbers system, but they aren't functionally very useful because-as with reality, a person's condition can change day by day.

Perhaps there are ways to observe a character's stats on the spot, but those numbers could easily rise or fall by the time combat arrives-or even during it.

Under this system, stats are generally unrelated to levels altogether. To increase a stats (on average), an individual simply needs to train for that stat. Weight training for strength, sprinting for dexterity, enduring hits for defense, a healthy lifestyle for vitality, etc. Perhaps stats may even go back down if a character neglects training.

[happymoxxy]

I can honestly see Baal with a harem, the twins are obviously blessed with good looks 😁. Plus Baal gives off a sort of "Brains and Beauty" vibe to me so I'm sure you'll be popular 😁.

Put him in monster roadtrip he'll win over all them bitches with his charming personality and terminal lung condition.

[happymoxxy]

Bast really needs a bath! Personal experience has taught me how hard it is to get dried up food gunk out😑

It's not that she doesn't like baths. It's more she likes the challenge of trying to escape.

[i-eat-deodorant]

[source]

actually yeah i think i will continue that ted talk actually

Lamb's primarily a melee user with a penchant for the godly axe. they never quite got the hang of curses and as a result don't really use them much. Narinder prefers ranged attacks, and relies heavily on curses when he used to have his crown.

Post-game Lamb is more about straightforward violence, while Narinder likes the political intrigue of setting up networks of spies and debts and misinformation that messes with the mind.

There's a popular heretic saying in the years following their marriage: "They say death has two hands: the one that breaks your body, and the one that slips inside your mind before the fight's even started."

They each account for the other's weaknesses--Lamb has a wider vision to detect threats but poor depth perception, while Narinder's eyes are excellent at depth perception at the cost of peripheral range. When working together, it is often Lamb that first catches wind of something. They point it out to Narinder, who tells them in more detail what they're dealing with.

Sheep, at their core, are still a prey animals that feel nervous outside of their flock. A lot of Lamb's aggression is redirected fear from being alone. Offense is the best defense; maybe if they lash out enough, they'll forget that nobody's watching out for them.

This clashes with Narinder's stubborn independence. He likes to scout ahead, sometimes, and it causes Lamb no small amount of anxiety and panic. The two of them get into fights about this often. Lamb, unable/unwilling to explain the abandonment issues that they have, berates Narinder for endangering himself. Narinder, on the other hand, is insulted they think him so incapable that he can't handle danger.

They're both ruthless and reckless with a need to run themselves ragged pursuing ambitious goals, so they need to act as checks for each other. Narinder can see all the symptoms of his self-destructive tendencies in Lamb, and helps hold them back from hurting themselves. Same goes vice versa.

Narinder taught Lamb almost everything he knows. All their battle skills are an extension of his. From the countless drills he subjected Lamb to as a vessel, they learned about his technique, his tendencies, his train of thought. It's what allowed them to predict and defeat The One Who Waits using his own crown.

History taught Narinder to value strength in combat, value power displayed through destruction. He respects Lamb most on the battlefield; this is the vessel he honed from a weapon, the monster he created with his own time and power. This is the godkiller that defeated his siblings, and he never chose wrong.

Maybe it was okay that he lost, if he lost to this.

[i-eat-deodorant]

Lamb carefully lowered their axe from Narinder’s neck. A trickle of blood chased its descent from where the blade nicked the skin of his throat. "You’re lucky I have fast reflexes."

"You’re lucky I'm still alive to give you advice. I wouldn't have felt a thing."

"I dunno, maybe if I revived you afterwards you'd get a gnarly neck scar as a souvenir. Then we'd match."

"With the crown’s powers as volatile as they are now? Risky." Why did his chest flutter at the thought? Damned Lamb.

this is what their dynamic is to me

[waokevale]

"The Gift"

So I haven't seen any pieces addressing to this specific event from Shamura's quote, so I decided to take it into my own hands. With angst of course. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[happymoxxy]

I love how it looks like Aym is getting the "dad bod" as time moves on😍

Aym: why are people looking at me

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Paimon with Male imp S/O. Go!!!

Who your Daddy~

Paimon had no idea how it'd happened.

Paimon, a Lord of Hell and of the Goetia, had become little more than a lover to some lowly Imp.

You, some lowly Imp, a butler on His staff, had somehow got the man wrapped around your little red fingers.

And it all started with a game of chess.

Youd been cleaning in his office, the man busy dealing with some petty nonsense the common bitches couldn't handle when it came to the ruling of his lessened domain, this being when you'd be dusting the chess set.

The man looking over a letter, finding yet another blinding flaw as he snapped at something, slamming his fist into his desk, this making you jump accidentally knocking several pieces to the floor.

Paimon, noticing this, would chew you out, telling you to clean it up, the man grumbling about how some Imp probably doesn't even know how to use them.

Only for you to grumble that you did actually know how to play chess, you placing the pieces back where they belong.

Paimon, hearing you grumble back, asked bluntly. "What was that?"

And while a much, much, much smarter Imp would have bit their tongue and responded submissively, apologising profusely, hoping to ease his anger.

You, apparently, weren't that smart of an Imp, as such you snapped back, boldly telling him.

"I do, as a matter of fact, know how to play chess, even though I am an Imp."

Paimon, genuinely unsure of how to respond to such blatant insolence, sat there for a good long moment.

Silence rang as you both stood there, the man glaring at you for several long moments before he suddenly stood up.

You instinctually stiffened, the man walking around his desk, stopping just before you, the monolith of a man staring down at you those black and crimson orbs.

And after several tense moments, he'd sit down besides the chess table, the man staring at you before raising his hand, gesturing at the opposing chair he'd tell you simply.

"Sit."

And you weren't the brightest bulb, the rather blunt tone of his was enough to know you didnt intend to be torn in half, sat down, the chess set between the two of you. He stared at you for a moment before he relaxed, the man staring down at you.

"So? You think you can play, hmm?"

The ever so playful tone in his voice only emboldened you, you sitting forwards and telling him. "The best Imp I know."

That made Paimon laugh. It was a real 'get a look at this idiot'kinda laugh, but you managed to keep your composure, waiting until he was done.

"Oh, I had no idea Imps could be so funny... hmmm." He hummed at the end as though it were some humourous joke.

You just hummed, ego bruised, but being an Imp you were an Imp, by this point it was practically black and blue.

"So, you seriously think you can play chess?" The man hummed, cocking a brow.

To which you simply smirked.

"Of course. I have yet to meet my match yet."

Paimon smirked, resting his chin in his palm. "Really, you think your that good?" He hummed, wondering in that condescending tone that seemed to come standard with nobility.

A nod was your only response.

"Good enough to bet your life on?" He asked, a deadly edge to the mans tone.

You paused, staring up at him as those deadly words hung in the air. You let him continue speaking.

"Normally I'd have such an insolent Imp hung in my garden, as an example to the others." He hummed though thinking of a fond memory. "But you, I'm willing to give you a chance."

You perked up, leaning in, curious glint to your eyes.

"So the terms are simple." He began smoothly. "We play a game, if I, somehow lose, you live."

You sat there for a moment before nodding your head, telling the man.

"A reasonable wager."

To which Paimon smiled, telling you. "Well, that's good to hear, now..." He gripped his white pawn, placing it two squares forwards. "Your move."

Paimon sat there, befuddled.

He lost...

"I lost?"

"You lost."

You sat across from him, rolling his queen around your fingers.

"Well, that was a good match but I've got to get back to work."

You finished smugly, placing your pieces back onto the board before standing up, giving him a bow, and walking away.

Paimon was stupefied, the man sitting there for who knows how long before he got up, the man still bewildered.

The next day he'd be in his office, attempting and failing, to do some work. At least until you walked in.

You strolled in casually, walking around his office, dusting as you went. Until you reached the chess set then, with a cocky little grin, you glanced at him before walking away.

At that Paimon slammed his desk, jumping to his feet. "That's it, we're having a rematch!"

He seethed over to the chessboard, sitting his ass down, the man staring at you.

You just stolled over, taking your own seat.

"Alright, let's get this over with."

...

Paimon stared at the chessboard. He was already in check, and simply couldn't make another move.

You, knowing this, reached over, knocking his king over.

"Good match." You spoke causally, standing up, giving him a bow before turning and getting back to work with a casual. "Until next time, your highness."

He would challenge you to several more matches over the following weeks, you winning every time, the Prince becoming more and for infuriated.

You just going along with it until one day, as he had you sit down, the man sure he'd win this time, only for you to ask a simple question.

"What do I get?"

The Goetia prince paused, the man staring at you, asking what you meant. So, you explained.

"If we're going to keep playing, and I continue winning, I should get something."

Paimon stared for several moments before snorting, telling you to stop being foolish. To which you simply told him, that wasn't good enough.

Paimon stared at you for several moments before sighing, asking you what you wanted.

You told him bluntly you could stop playing. The man bluntly telling you he could still have you killed.

To which you told him he could do that, but then he'd never have the chance to ever prove he could beat an Imp in a simple game of chess.

You checking your nails, told him simply, with all that chess you could hardly keep up with the work, as such, you wanted less work, more time to play with him.

And after a moment of thought, he agreed, the two of you shaking on it.

Of course he lost. But now your work schedule had been cut in half.

This was only the beginning of a very beneficial relationship. For you at least. As through this new dynamic, you gained better lodging, better food, and access to the man's private wine cellar.

Of course, with all your free time, you spent a lot of it around the man, the two of you developing a very playful dynamic.

You, knowing his ego wouldn't allow him to kill you, took the chance to tease and poke fun at the Prince, of course being sure to entertain him just as much, the two of ending up drunk together on more then a few occasions, the man always seeming to enjoy himself.

It'd be one day, the two of you having a casual conversation, you relishing the fancy new attire you'd 'earned', quite enjoying the new threads.

And so, Paimon would initiate another game, though this time you'd smirk, before beginning, an almost malicious smirk crossing your face.

"Daddy..."

Your words hung in the air.

"What?" The man asked, raising a brow.

"If I win... you have to call me Daddy." You smirked, leaning forwards.

The man was stunned, the man unable to get a word out. He knew you were the playful sort, and he knew you'd only grown bolder with each victory, but he hadn't expected you to be so bold.

But even more than this, he knew he couldn't refuse.

It wasn't just about winning, it was his pride. His Pride and Grace as a Goetia was reliant on the idea that he'd beat this Imp, you, at a simple game of chess.

And to refuse this new demand, would be to admit defeat.

And his pride wouldn't allow it.

"... Very well, but only in private. I must retain some of my dignity."

You just snorted, moving your piece first, smirking up at him.

Paimon... could win.

Nothing was certain, it never was when playing against you, but he was certain he may win if he just made a single move.

One simple... move.

But he... couldn't not try it. The man moving his piece, aaaaaand... he lost. Well, he wasn't really surprised, but it left a bad taste in his mouth.

Did he really lose? Or did he... let you win?

Probably the first, but it did keep him up at night. Well, that and the idea of you in nothing but a dress tie.

But well, he didn't allow himself to dwell on those memories.

And you just ate it up.

And so, meeting your demands, he'd call you Daddy whenever alone.

You just relished it. Having him call you it every chance you got, relishing the act of having your master, a Prince and Lord of the Ars Goetia, calls you Daddy~

You slowly got more bold, more confident and even more dominant.

And Paimon... well, he was getting better at chess.

Youd continue to play him, each demand steadily becoming more demanding, more assertive. Until, during a round in which youd already shared a drink or two, or several, youd give him one more simple demand.

"A kiss..."

He sat there, and in a very unprincely fashion, felt his cheeks grow hot. He wanted to laugh, roll his eyes, demand you pick another, and yet... he didn't.

He simply nodded, and you began.

Your moves were as always, calculated and direct, his moves... slow and cautious.

But unlike all the other times you'd played, he simply couldn't take his eyes off you, his gaze lingering in your lips.

And it'd be upon you clearing your throat, the man realising he'd spaced out, would make a very poor move, you pausing.

You stared at him for a moment, then down t the board, staring for several moments before cautiously making a single move.

"Check mate."

Sure enough, looking down, his king was pinned, the man unable to make any moves.

He lost.

And yet...

He wasn't annoyed. Nor upset as he so frequently was in the early days instead he just sat there for a minute, before looking up at you.

You stared at him for a moment before that devious smirk of yours appeared. Getting up, you strolled over to him, climbed up until you were stood atop his lap, and with your most satisfied smirk yet, told him simply.

"I win."

And her certainly didn't move as you leaned in, placing a kiss to his lips.

The man just stared.

"You won." He spoke, voice light.

You just raised a brow, asking him.

"I won, what?"

Paimon after a moment croaked out.

"You won... Daddy."

He didn't make a move as you cupped his face. He didn't make a move as you licked your lips.

Something... snapped, the man grabbing you, pressing deeper into the kiss, the two of you suddenly becoming ravenous, kissing like beasts and before you knew it, you were shedding your clothing, the both of you engaging in hot, dirty, passionate sex all over his office.

By the time you were both laid beside each other, sweaty, matted feathers and hair, various fluid covering your respective crotches and rears, not a single spot in the office hadn't been used for your sinful sessions of carnal worship.

And it'd be as you laid there, laid besides the large demon man, that you'd chuckle, wondering what you should ask for next time.

A relationship with Paimon was pretty straightforward. Being an older noble, with oldschool thinking, he never quite respected you as an equal, but having him wrapped around your, uh, your FINGER!

Yes, that's it, with him wrapped around your finger, he'd usually say whatever you told him too.

At least when he could speak past all the moans.

And while he tried to deny any and all affection for the most part, it wouldn't take much before he was practically eating from your palm.

You'd essentially become his lap Imp, your only job to keep him company and entertain him behind closed door, though more often then not, hed be entertaining you.

You of course, followed him around everywhere, usually because he wished to keep you close.

And of course, you were able to get away with nearly anything, usually able to flash a smile and get omaway with it.

Not to mention he was Very protective of you, not allowing other nobles to order you around, not that that was normally an issue.

You were more then happy to tell anybody no as you served Lord Paimon, and Lord Paimon alone. Usually able to get out of issues with minimal attempts at your life.

And sure it wasn't always perfect, Paimon often looked down on you due to being an Imp.

But when you were curled up at night, the both of you panting hard after you just rocked his world, the giant feathered demon holding you close knowing he'd never let you go, you simply couldn't ask for a better partner.

[jafara123]

Yesterday was interesting! I went to an indoor mall for the first time in my 28 years of living, went to a Korean barbecue for the first time with my mom and older sister, got a free pair of shoes and had my first boba which was pretty 😋.

Oh! And my mom told me that she has stage 3 cancer and pretty much insulted my intelligence probably because of my autism saying she wasn't sure how I would react and if I knew anything so far😑.

All in all I think I'll rank yesterday a 7 out of 10. And sorry for the poor picture I forgot to take it till the last minute.

[jafara123]

-Lamb's family as a group were kinda the black sheeps of his tribe for challenging tradition and advocating leaving the island; so the elders used him as bait to distract the cultists leading to his death at 17-19.

-Lamb saw Narinder as shady af but took his deal bc he didn't want to die and wanted revenge on the Bishops.

-Lamb has mixed feelings about being a cult leader, He loves the power but can't respect ungrateful entitled cattl- he means people refusing to and/or are incapable of taking care of themselves.

-Lamb sees Ratau as a father figure and regularly visits the shack to hang out and play.

-Lamb had a wife (inspired by a comic) but watched her grow old and die, never remarried or revived her due to trauma.

-Took him about 112 years to defeat all the Bishops.

-Lamb spared Narinder because he sympathized with him and found his follower form cute.

-Resurrected his siblings bc his petty ass will MAKE them undo the damage the five of them had done to the island.

-Aym and Baal live with their mother but visits Narinder regularly to check on him and troll the cult.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Can I get an nsfw blitzo x Male!Reader? If so thank you, if not thank you for yout time.

After hours with Blitzø

You were In Blitzøs office, the late afternoon sun shining through the Imp city streets.

You were sat in his chair, the Imp nestled on your lap as he went through the days kills, tallying up the numbers and working out each Imps pay cut.

The Imp was settled on your lap, his tail curled down your lap, as he scrabbled numbers onto a pad of paper.

Suddenly he leaned back before asking "Hey babe?" Looking up from your phone, you asked "Hmm?"

The Imp looked over the paperwork once more before asking, "What's, uh, what's 43 divided by 3?"

Leaning forwards, you looked over the Imps shoulder, taking a look at the paperwork.

Your eyes searched the roof as you thought about it. "Ffffourteen? Yeah, I'm pretty sure its Fourteen." I told him.

Blitzø thought it over for a second before giving a small shrug, not bother questioning it, finishing up that problem.

Flipping over some of the papers, he straightened them against the desk as he did so, you leaned against Imps back, nuzzling into his neck.

You began planting kisses down his neck, beginning as little pecks, but quickly morphing into deeper kisses, you sucking and biting the delicate flesh of his neck.

Blitzø's breathing grew heavier, the Imp moaning and squirming in your lap, "mmm, babe, uh, stop for a second." He moaned out tapping you knee.

You broke of your assault, nuzzling the side of his face. "What do you want, Blitzy~" you growled in his ear.

Blitzø slapped your thigh, "Don't fucking say it like that you ass" He laughed, cringing away from you.

You laughed back, resting your head on his shoulder, "What's up?" You asked more seriously.

Blitzø chuckled, shaking his head. "This last job, the one you did with moxxie." He began, tapping his pen on the page, you placing another kiss on his neck, "We got a bonus for that one right?" You asked.

The nodded his head, "Yup. He was so impressed with your work he gave a 20% bonus." The Imp told you proudly.

Nodding your head, "Give mine to Moxxie" you told him simply.

The Imp was aghast, turning his head he asked "why?"

You chuckled, wrapping your arm around his stomach, placing another kiss on his shoulder. "Because" you began, "Its there anniversary next month and I want them to have some money so they can do something special, you know, go out somewhere nice." You told him, planting another kiss on his cheek.

Blitzø rolled his eyes, "Well, aren't you ever the romantic." He told you, in a snarky little tone.

You chuckled, "Your one to talk" you told him placing a string of kisses Down his neck. "Who was it that insisted on going out for a 'Two week anniversary' dinner?" You asked him sarcastically, sliding your hand up his shirt, running your finger across his stomach.

Your hands began to roam his body, the Imp gave gave shudder, "Your an ass." He grumbled as you kissed and nipped the tender flesh of his neck and shoulder.

The Imps moans only grew more intense, the Imp beginning to grind his rear into your lap.

"Your one to talk"you growled, "with an ass like this."

You both released a deep moan, Blitzø finally said "Fuck it. Come here." Before reaching around and pulling you in for a proper kiss.

Your lips locked and your passion lit like a bonfire.

Your kissing grew more intense, your hands roaming the Imps body, eliciting a deep moan from him.

Your hands came to wrest on his hips, slowly grinding yourself against him.

Both of your breathing became shallow, Blitzø sporting a sizable bulge in the front of his pants. "Fuck, bade" He panted, "Just fuck me already." He moaned.

You grinned into the kiss, pulling him closer as you began to undo his belt.

Despite usually domineering personality, Blitzø absolutely loved it when you dominated him in bed.

It was just as you unbuckled his pants, that you heard a knock at the door.

You both froze, eyes shifting to the door.

Before Blitzø even knew what was happening, you picked him up and spun him around.

Planting his ass on your lap, you gripped his hips and whispered in ear, "I don't want to hear a peep out of you." And before Blitzø could make a peep, you called out "Come in!"

The door opened and in walked moxxie, the Imp carried a small stack of papers, slowly walking into the office.

"Hello Sir, me and Millie have finished our paperwork." He told you both.

However, before he could respond you quickly reminded him of your command, when you ground yourself between his pert little ass cheeks.

The Imp bit his cheek, digging his fingers into the desk. "Good work there Mox." You told the other Imp, your grip on Blitzøs hips tightening as you began grinding your shaft against his ass.

Reaching around his front you grasp Blitzøs clothed arousal and giving it a firm squeeze.

Blitzø arched his back, his whole body tensing as he held in a moan.

Moxxie raised an eyebrow at his boss' strange behaviour, "Uuh, is he okay?" He asked, clearly dubious of his boss's condition.

"Oh don't worry about him" you quickly dismissed, "I'm just working out a knot in his back muscle." You told him simply, Blitzø leaning forward and gripping his desk.

"Riiiight" moxxie told you, "Well the paperwork is done, do you want me to put them in here orrr?" He left the question open.

"Oh, just leave it on Loonas desk, we'll grab them when we finish up here." You told him, your voice never wavering as you ground yourself against him.

Moxxie just nodded his head, turning to leave. "Tell me" you quickly cut him off, "Loona still around?" Your voice, strained ever so slightly as you ground particularly hard against Blitzø.

Moxxie turned, with a scoff and a roll tohis eyes, "No. She ran off nearly an hour ago. Without a word, I'd like to add." He told you rather bitterly.

You chuckled, readjusting yourself while carefully pulling down the back of Blitzøs pants.

You let our a little chuckle, "That's fine. Hay, you know what, how bouts you and Millie knock off early today." You told him, the Imp on your lap holding in a deep moan.

"Really?" The dapper little Imp asked, "There's still over half an hour till the work days over." He told you.

You scoffed, "Yeah, well, Today's been slow as it is and if even if someone comes in me and Blitzø can handle it. Or hey, we could just do it tomorrow."

"Oh" the Imp, "Well, if that's alright with you boss?" He asked Blitzø.

The Imp, followed your order, just nodding his head silently.

Moxxie perked up, "Well thanks guys, guess I'll see you two tomorrow." He gave you a wave, just as he was about to leave you gave Blitzø a particularly hard thrust, managing to cover his mouth just before he let out a deep moan.

The two of you sat in silence for several moments, your hand over his mouth as you carefully listened to Millie and Moxxie leave the office.

The second you heard the office door close, Blitzø released a deep moan, falling against the desk.

You released a sigh, slowly shaking your head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you were so close." You told him as though you'd expected such an outcome.

Blitzø just leaned against the desk, panting like a bitch in heat.

Leaning forwards you pressed yourself against him once more, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Now" you whispered, "You know what that means, don't you?" You asked rhetorically.

The Imp lazily nodded his head against the desk before you picked him up, yanking his pants down properly to his ankle.

Then, teasingly slowly, you pulled off the Imps underwear, his erection springing forwards.

Flipping him around, you layed him across your lap. Raising your hand, you planted a strong smack across the Imps ass. The Imp released a hiss, arching his back.

"You know the rules" you told him. The Imp took several deep breaths, before moaning out. "One".

You spanked him again, the Imp releasing another deep moan, "two" He moaned out.

You spanked him again. "three" He moaned, this time however, it came out far more pleasured then the last two.

And again,"Four" he moaned.

You spanked again and again, Blitzø counting out each spanking, each time the Imps moans grew deeper and lewder.

With each spank, the Imp ground his arousal against your leg, each spank getting him closer and closer to completion.

"Last one Blitzy~" you growled in his ear, "Say it real loud for me now." You ordered him.

You brought your hand down hard, Blitzø whole body arched as he groaned.

You could feel his arousal pulsing against you, but before Blitzø could reach his peak, you stood up, grabbing him by the collar.

"Fuck!" He screamed in frustration, desperately humping the air, whining when you grabbed his hands, preventing him from finishing his now ruined orgasm. "Ple-ease, just let me cum!" He begged.

Turning to you, you quickly locked him in a passionate kiss, The Imp lazily returning it, his resentment evident in his lack of enthusiasm.

Breaking the kiss you reached down and yanked the Imps pants off properly. Tossing them to the side before you carried him around the desk, dropping hims atop it.

"Ass up." You ordered, the Imp quickly obeying, raising his ass you could see his cherry red cheeks, like two beautiful cherry tomatoes.

Undoing your pants, your own arousal sprung forward. Grabbing the base of his tail, you yanked him up, aligned yourself with his tight little ass.

Leaning down, you asked him "You want this dick, don't you?" The Imp quickly answered, "Fuck just give it to Meeeeee!" He whined.

So adjusting yourself, you pushed forwards, slowly sinking yourself into the Imp.

You both released a deep moan, only getting louder as you pushed deeper and deeper into the Imp.

You moved slowly at first, sinking Inch after Inch into your salacious little Imps isn't little ass.

Youd worked your way in gradually, Inch by Inch until you'd completely hilted yourself.

After giving the Imp some time to adjust to your girth, you pulled out a few inches before slamming back into him.

You kept this up, pull out a little before slamming back into him, doing this until you'd worked yourself into a steady rhythm, slamming yourself in and out of Blitzø.

Blitzø became increasingly depraved the harder you fucked him, his moans and whines becoming more vulgar as your fucking became rougher and rougher.

Grabbing Blitzø by the horns you pulled him back, biting down on his shoulder. The Imp released an even deeper moan, his ass clamping around you, causing you to release your very own depraved moan.

Your fucking only got more savage, the Imp only able to moan and drool against the desk as you plowed him from behind.

You only got more aggressive the closer you got to climax. Blitzø released mind melding moans as he got closer to orgasm.

You pulled him back, pressing the Imp against the desk as you sped up your fucking, plowing him good and properly.

Blitzø's tail came around, curling around your waist. The Imp then using said tail to pull you back into him as he got closer to climax. The tail curl was always the first sign he was getting close.

You slapped his ass as you got closer, the sting electing a.other moan from the Imp.

"Fuuuck Babe! I'm so close." He moaned out, claws scraping at the desk.

You picked up the pace, slamming into him harder and harder, bringing yourself closer and closer to the edge.

The only sounds filling the office with Blitzø lewdly moaning and the sound of your crotch smacking into Blitzø's ass.

Blitzø moans got louder and louder, "Fuuuck Babe, I'm gonna bust!" He groaned as he shamelessly ground himself against his desk.

With one harsh little slap, Blitzø released a effeminate moan, his whole body tensing as he painted the desk under him in his spunk.

You didn't stop of course, your movements only working to draw out his oragasm, his mind going blank with the overwhelming pleasure.

Getting closer to your own climax, you became harsher, slamming harder and harder into the Imp.

Reaching down you grabbed him by the horns, pulling his head back before locking him into a passionate kiss, a kiss he lazily returned as his own climax had already worn him out.

You reached your peak, your back arching as you hilt yourself in the Imp. You released his horns, the imp falling back on the desk, laying there as you slowly ground yourself into the Imp.

After you finished, you slumped on top the Imp the two of you recovering from that mind blowing sex.

"Fucking hell..." You sighed after a few minutes. "Mmm" Blitzø agreed, giving a little nod.

You laid there as you recovered from that mind blowing sex, the two of you just enjoying each other so close.

You ended up laying back in his chair, the Imp splayed across your chest as you held him close, gently nibbling and kissing his neck.

"Fuck, I love it when you fuck me like that." He told you, a goofy little smile across his face.

You just chuckled, pulling him close and planting a big kiss on his cheek, "Well you know what?" you asked him.

"And what's that?" Blitzø asked playfully.

With a smile you leaned forwards, placing your forehead against his own, "You..." You told him warmly. "I love you, Blitzø."

Blitzø just smiled, leaning forward and giving you a gentle kiss. "I love you too." He told you, the two of you holding each other close.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Because it's almost Halloween, I've been playing Stardew valley and out of inspiration from episode 5 I thought of this.

Feeling that he was a bit of an AH during the whole birthday event (80% out of guilt and 20% due to the glares and tongue lashings he got from his vice leader and relatives) Male Dom imp overlord asks, actually ASKS if Striker, Blitzo, Moxxie and Collin would go with him to the arcane autumn festival in his home village to meet his family as a legitimate thank you/apology.

Dom Imp Overlord asking their S/O to there home town.

Striker

Ever since the birthday incident, you'd felt off.

Now, while he had gone directly against an order, you didn't blame the Cowboy Imp for his slip up.

He'd only been trying to do something nice.

Trying to show some affection, trying to make it special.

And... sure, he did break a rule.

And that was a major No-No in your relationship, and something he'd usually be punished for.

But he was trying to do something for you, something one should be able to do in a relationship, so you couldnt be all too mad at him.

So, waiting for an appropriate moment, you took him to the side.

And after a moments silence, you told him you'd like him to accompany you somewhere every important.

Striker knew what you looked like when you were being serious.

He also knew what you looked like when you were conflicted about something. So, he agreed, you quickly getting back to business.

It would be less then a week later that you left, you not telling him anything about it all the while.

All you'd told him was to pack warm clothes.

Much to his surprise, you didnt take a full armoured convoy. Instead sticking with a simple line of black humvees.

The serpent-cowboy-Imp was even more surprised to find you on wrath, driving down some old dirt road.

He was almost anxious, mostly due to your near total silence the entire trip.

But you did eventually pull him close, leaning against him. It was a sign of trust, a sign of vulnerability you only showed to him, the Serpentine Imp being allowed to hold you close.

Allowed to love you without worrying about your image.

It was a long ride, you spending much of it curled up with him. The Imp happy have you close.

Eventually you approached a sizable little town, it holding a simple beauty, an abundance of trees around it. Each one a beautiful orange-brown, dying leaves falling leaves painting the surrounding area an orange-brown.

You pulled into the humble town, and Striker instantly notice just how clean and pretty it was, it was almost unerving. Especially on Wrath.

And getting out he found... men. Lots of men standing about, all dressed in formal attire.

Not just the general 'clean duds', you found on ranchers when they went to pick up their sweethearts.

No. These men had a job, and based on the fire-power some of them were weilding, he could only guess what that job was.

The pieces all came together when you began walking, each Imp you passed giving you a brief nod, or shallow bow.

He knew that look.

They worked for you.

You walked through the town like you owned it. And you likely did. You had a knack for taking control of places.

You made a beeline for one of the houses.

On its balcony sat an older Imp, the man having a large white beard, a double barrel laid across his lap.

He greeted you simply, the Imp calling you by what he could only describe as a nickname meant for a child.

But instead of getting annoyed at such disrespect as you normally would. You just smiled, asking him if someone was inside.

With a very obvious yes, you went inside.

Stepping inside you turned to him.

You told him, firstly to clean his shoes, something you did often as you were meticulous on your image, and leaving dirty foot prints was a big no-no for you.

Cleaning him up, you told him simply, 'Behave, and speak only when spoken too.' A command he would ignore If it were anyone but you.

Entering a pristine living room you quickly found an older lady Imp, the woman hooked up to a breathing tank.

A rare sight for sure, as most Imps couldn't afford such medical attention, so she was clearly someone of note.

She was clearly very old, skin more then wrinkled and her hair an almost silvery white.

Walking up to her, you kneeled down and striker instantly snapped to attention when you said warmly, "Hi Mum."

The Cowboy just watched for a bit, listening as you and your mother had a little reunion, a touching heart to heart.

You pulled striker into the interaction when you waved him over, introducing him as your S/O.

Striker did his absolute best to charm your mother, paying your mother the utmost respect. The Imp keeping his composure as you stared at him, calculating eyes watching for the slightest hiccup.

But he did well, even when asked how you met, he pulled you into the conversation, allowing you to take charge. And when talking about what you did, the look you gave him was more then enough for him to be vague, telling her you were a big deal on Pride.

Your mother seemed happy at that, telling him she always knew you'd be something special.

Striker just looked at you, a knowing smile across his face, 'If you only knew' he thought.

You quickly took the old bird outside, the Imp now noticing the walkways along the road that seemed just perfect for a wheelchair.

He found the town even larger then he'd initially thought, the Imp only realising just how populated the little town was.

You quickly entered the town hall to find a flurry of movement, it was a veritable festival.

Streamers, ribbons, and great big banner that said 'Fall Festival', and it all made sense.

It was a seasonal festival.

And given how casual and routine it seemed for you, you likely attended every year.

The next few hours were spent wheeling your mother about, chatting with Imps that seemed to know you, Striker being his charming self when introduced.

After you did the rounds, and set your mother by her friends, the older ladies all fawning over you and Striker.

Eventually you went to the side, you holding Striker as you stared at the happy gathering.

As you did, you explained that when you were young, this festival had been the only real fun your town ever had.

Your home used to be a thriving town but had steadily declined, turning from the beautiful place your mother grew up, into a veritable ghost town.

So when you rose to power, one of the first thing you did was come back here and rebuild the place from the ground up.

Just how your mother remembered it.

And so, every year you held the festival, for your mother, she deserved to relive the beauty of her youth.

After this exposition, you had him follow you, you quickly walking to the edge of town where the old Imp from before was waiting, a small bouquet of flowers.

Taking the flowers, thanked him entering the graveyard.

Striker quickly removed his hat, following after you faithfully.

You came across 5 small graves, only two of them having a name.

"My brothers and sisters." You told him somberly.

There was a long pause, Realisation feeling like a stab to the heart. He apologised, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You kneeled down, an act you rarely did, and placed a flower on each of them.

You stood up, retreaving your flask, making a sombre toast before taking a long swig.

Striker knew what that meant.

That meant you didn't want to talk about it.

So, coming up besides you, he pulled you close, kissing you cheek as he gently thanked you. Thanking you for letting him in like this, he knew it couldn't be easy.

Holding his hand, you just shared a sombre, but tender moment, the two of you sharing it for a while longer before you turned, leaving the graveyard.

The rest of the festival was rather pleasant.

You didn't get involved for the most part, just watching the festivities, spending some time with your mother and such.

The festival spanned 3 days, you showing striker about during the mornings, telling him about your childhood and just spending time with him.

And while normally, you wouldnt join the festivities. By the end you usually would get a little involved, you and Striker partaking in some of the festival games.

By the end of the three days, you gave your mother all of your love before you left.

Getting into the car, you pulled him close, giving him a deep kiss, breaking it and telling him you loved him.

Striker just smiled, telling you warmly, 'I know.'

Blitzø

Your relationship had effectively returned to normal since the 'Birthday Incident', as you liked to called it.

But since then, every time you saw the gift he'd left for you, it would leave a bad taste in your mouth.

Yes he had broken the rules, but only because you hadn't told him the truth. It was a murky situation.

So, you decided to do something about it.

After dinner, you took him to the side, telling him you were going somewhere important and wanted you him to come with you.

Of course, he agreed without a moments hesitation, asking where you were going. An answer you left vague at best.

The two of you did little preparation, as most of it was already done by the help. And with that, the two of you loaded into the cars, and went on the road.

You always kept Blitzø entertained with something or other, usually a film played on one of the cars little TV'S.

Spirit was his favourite, but anything with horses tended to work.

It was a timely trip, the cars pulling into a humble, yet abnormally clean little town on Wrath. Blitzø couldn't help but feel like the whole place didn't belong on Wrath. Or Hell for that matter.

The armed Imps walking about were a surprise, each of them giving you a familiar nod. The Imp quickly figuring out they all worked for you.

You quickly approached a particularly well tended house, an old Imp holding a shotgun rocking on the front porch.

You and the old timer had some back and forth, Blitzø jaw hitting the floor when he called you by your childhood nickname, something you didn't even let him call you.

And he was even more surprised when you just smiled, rolling your eyes.

He didn't say anything as you went inside, the Imp already making sure he was clean and tidy, wiping his feet.

But you still checked him regardless, telling him to watch what he said. And telling him in that, 'Don't fuck it up' tone you used quite a lot with him.

So, turning about, you entered a pleasant little room where He found a little old lady, sitting in a wheelchair, air tube across her nose.

He almost had a heart attack when you called her mum. Barely keeping it together when you introduced him as your S/O.

He was shaky at first, but after taking a moment to compose himself, he was back to his usual charming self, eagerly chatting with your mother.

You seemed to watch him with almost loving eyes, it actiuall taking him a few moments to realise what the look was, as seeing you so openly loving was a rare sight.

Eventually you left the quaint little house, wheeling your mother down the beautifully cleaned streets.

A rare sight on any ring of Hell.

Heading to the Town Hall, you found a great big festival going on, Blitzø quickly getting excited.

Blitzø got right into the festival, he even found himself a cowboy hat.

And of course, you stuck to the sidelines, although as much as you resisted, the Imp would manage to pull you into the festivities, Blitzø never knew you could dance like that.

You danced, ate, shot targets games. They even had a pony.

Needless to say, Blitzø almost had a fit.

Eventually, as it was getting dark, you led him away from the festivities, telling him it was important. And you didn't say something was important, unless it really was important.

You took him to a little hill out of town, the old timer from before waiting in front of the small graveyard, bouquet in hand.

Taking the flowers you exchanged a silent nod, entering the graveyard like it were a unholy sight.

He followed you until you reached the 5 child graves, you telling him they were your siblings.

You told him the town used to thrive when you were young, but like everything in Hell, it went rotten.

The town went to Hell, disease and famine ravage the populous.

All the while your mother did her best to care for you even as you lost your siblings.

You stood there in silence for a long while after telling him that. Blitzø completely unsure of what to do.

You were the dominant partner. You always knew what to do, what to say. He wasn't used to having to think for himself.

So he did the only thing he could.

He hugged you, telling you he was so sorry.

The two of you just stood there, wrapped in each others arms. You leaning on him, literally and figuratively, this being the first time in your relationship that he had to be the stronger partner.

But after a few moments you pulled back, seeming to be back toy your normal self.

Placing a flower on each grave, you curled your hand into his, something you only did during the more intimate moments of your relationship.

You didn't go back to the festival until much later that night, the two of you curling up on the Graveyards fence, sharing your flask as you pointed out each place of note, telling him some of the more joyful moments of your childhood. Telling him what life was like when you were young.

You and Blitzø spent lots of time about town, often with your Mother. Blitzø and the old bird seeming to get along quite nicely, having a similar crass nature, although for very different reasons.

But eventually you had to get back.

So, telling your mother a heart felt goodbye, you and Blitzø did the rounds one last time, visiting the notable parts of your home town.

Of course, letting Blitzø visit the Pony one more time.

Loading up the cars, Blitzø climbing in, finding you hesitating, looking back at the town you'd rebuilt.

Calling out to you, you turned to him, a gentle smile crossed your lips. Seeing him, well, it made it so much easier then times before.

You drove away from the town, Blitzø assuring you, you'd be back, and in mean time, you had him.

The two of you curled up, your relationship feeling stronger then ever.

Moxxie

Moxxie was still somewhat anxious around you.

While you'd effectively assure him you weren't mad about the incident. He still felt awful for having disobeyed you like that and constantly felt anxious around you.

He was a good boy and always had been. And it was easy with you, the Imp felt right obeying you. It felt right.

And the Imp was desperate to get that feeling back. Getting back to normality.

So, when you approached him, telling him you were going to be taking a trip and wanted him to accompany you, he jumped at the chance, hoping for things to go back to normal.

The trip was quick, the Imp curling up to you and was quite happy when you pulled him close, holding him for the rest of the trip.

He was shaken awake, realising he must have fallen asleep curled up with you. Not at all a rare event.

He found himself in a beautiful little town, and walking through it, he quickly found many of the Imps had a familiar look.

They all worked for you.

That wasn't surprising.

What was surprising was when an old timer called you your childhood nickname, something he only knew because you told him as much during one of his breakdowns.

He'd had many of them in the earlier days, Moxxie had a lot of doubts and issues you had to tear down in order to build him back up better.

But you'd just smiled, having a short back and forth before heading inside, the Imp racing after you.

Moxxie quickly cleaned his feet, removing his coat before you checked him over, making sure he was presentable.

Giving him a little smile you took his hand in your own and lead him into a delightful, spacious living room.

Releasing his hand, you walked over to a little old lady in a wheelchair, a breathing tube visible across her upper lip.

He almost had a heart attack when you called her mum, the little him anxiously standing at attention, this being the last thing he had expected.

He felt a warmth bloom in his chest when you introduced him as your S/O, the Imp anxiously introducing himself again. Your Mother fawned over the little Imp, Moxxie blushing when she called him adorable.

You spent a little time together, catching up before you left the house, pushing your mother down the street.

Moxxie found the town a delight, amazed at the gathering at the town Hall, it was all so lively. So fun.

And even more amazing was to see how casually people treated you, particularly the older Imps, hugging you and such, using your childhood nickname like it were normal.

It was uncanny for him.

The two of you spent the next few hours at the festival. And although you stayed close, you allowed him to have his fun, winning him a humble cowboy hat, one he wore for the rest of the festival.

He even got to play guitar for a little, the whole town loving his abilities, which made him break into an adorably timid blush.

And as much fun as you were having, when it began to get dark, you quietly led him to a graveyard, the older Imp waiting outside.

You came to a set of graves, each of them too small to be an adult.

"My brothers and sisters... none of them made it past 10... I was the only one to make it." You told him somberly, placing a flower on each of them.

Standing back up you said nothing, staring as you did when you had nothing to say.

Moxxie, perpetually the tongue tied was alittle emotional, coming up and hugging you, surprised when you picked him up, holding him to your chest as you had a rare moment of emotion.

The Imp just curled up to you, an odd sense of gratitude to you for letting him be there for you.

The next few day went by fast, you had some more fun at the festival before work called you back.

Sitting in your car, the little thespian felt your connection to be even stronger then before, a newfound intimacy bubbling between you and the Imp feeling he was still a good boy.

Collin

The birthday incident was the only hiccup your relationship had ever had, although you'd hardly call it a hiccup.

Regardless, the little sheep was quite happy it hadn't affected your relationship. The fallen Angel still your beloved pet.

And one day, not too long after the incident, you told him simply you would be going for a trip together, the sheep happily agreeing.

It was a surprisingly short trip for the sheep, although the world always seemed to move faster when he was curled up on your lap, your running your hands down his back, the sheep likely drifting in and out of conciousness.

He found himself in an beautiful little town, you carrying him down beautifully paved street with perfectly groomed lawns.

His musings Eventually led you to enter a humble home, passing a rather scary old Imp with a shotgun before you brought him into a beautiful little home.

Placing him down, you cleaned your feet then checked him over, making sure he was well groomed.

He was quite surprised however, when you introduced him to your Mother, your Mother being an older lady, clearly on canisters air.

She utterly fawned over him, the Sheep meekly enjoying the praise and attention your mother was giving him.

You all travelled to the town hall together, the sheep curled up in your Mother's lap as you walked down the increadibly clean and tidy streets.

The town hall was amassed with activity, the sheep quickly caught up in the festivities.

And while he certainly had fun, he noticed you were sat off to the side, seemingly content with watching.

So the sheep quickly scampering off to you, curling up into your lap. Always wanting to be with you whenever he could.

Eventually, when it was getting dark, you took him to the side, gently leading him away from the town Hall.

You didn't speak, something he quickly found to be an indicator he should follow your example.

You led him to a graveyard, the scary old Imp from before waiting for you, a small bouquet in hand.

Taking them, you led him into the graveyard, quickly leading him to a set of graveyards.

You sat down, pulling him onto your lap before telling him, "These were my siblings... they didn't make it. It was difficult, seeing them suffer, before dying like that."

"That's why I do this festival. Even when we were ravaged by famines and plagues, this was the only thing that kept us going."

"This was my home. Where I grew up and The first major project I carried out. Well, other then taking Imp City that is." You told him, your mood seeming to lighted for just a moment. "My mother suffered for me, so the least I can do is give her a place she can live in peace."

Collin became quite emotional, unable to speak, so instead choosing to just curl up against you, tearfully thanking you for trusting him with this. You just holding the sheep close.

You just smiled, not an unusual sight, but the sheep always loved your smile. It meant there was something good in the world.

The next few days were a pleasant break for both of you, the sheep never having seen you in 'relaxation mode' for more then a few hours at a time.

And all the while, you had your little fallen angel close, making sure you knew exactly how much you loved him. Something the little lamb couldn't help but find all too intoxicating.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to but can you do moxxie with dom male S/O nfsw

Moxxie with Male Dom S/O (NSFW)

It was easy for Moxxie to submit.

His entire life he had always been mocked for being meek and feminine. Mocked for not being all rough and tumble like everyone else on Wrath.

But not you.

Since he'd met you, you'd never asked him to be anything more then himself, never expecting him to be masculine or bold or anything but being himself.

If anything you seemed to encourage his submissive nature. You seemed to bring out a submissive side to him he enjoyed having. You made him feel safe and protected and loved, you made him feel happy to give himself over to you entirely.

In the beginning, Moxxie was very anxious about being with another male, having spent his entire life being called every homophobic slur in the book, had caused him to develope a slight complex.

But with you, he felt safe. When he was with you he was safe to explore his sexuality, doing so without judgement.

It would begin tenderly, you holding him close as you planted Tender little kisses on his lips.

Trailing kisses down his neck, the Imp releasing little moans and gasps as you sucked and nipped at the delicate flesh of his neck.

Then you began moving your hands across his body. Starting from the neck, one hand would gently trail down his spin, nails gently clawing down his spine. While the other would run down his chest, sliding your hand under his shirt, gently sliding your digits across his chest.

You slowly press him into your chest, your hand leaving his shirt and coming down to run over his fuzzy little leg, fingers gently following each bend and curve as you slowly worked your way to his adorable little hooves.

After all that Moxxie little face would be flushed, his breathing heavy as you leaned in and gave him a gebtle kiss, the Imp timidly returning it, giving you full access to his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, youd run a thumb across his bottom lip, leaning forwards you asked gently. "Are you sure you want this?"

There would only be a moment of silence before he told you softly, "I want this... I want to be with you." He said breathlessly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You couldn't help the smile that crossed your lips.

Your hands gently caressing his body as you gently undid his dress shirt, gently running the your fingers across his smooth chest.

Leaning down, you kissed his neck gently, trailing kisses from his collar bone, trailing them down his chest.

You slipped your thumbs into the wasteband of his favourite dress pants. And after a moment of kissing his stomach, you pulled them off, slowly moving them down his legs, his dainty hooves offering no resistance.

He lay before you in all his submissive, gentle glory. His little member standing proudly above a fuzzy little coin purse.

His face was flushed as he lay there totally exposed, defenceless as he left himself at your mercy.

He was placing so much trust into you, trusting you to not take advantage of him.

Staring down at him, you leaned in. Looking him deep in the eyes, you gave him a short tender kiss, holding his chin firmly, you told him warmly "Of all the Imps in Hell, you are the most beautiful~"

The Imp would blush again, a deep warmth filling his chest as you locked into another passionate kiss.

Breaking the kiss, you moved down his body, planting kisses as you went.

Coming to his dainty little member, you gently wrapped your fingers around it, the Imp biting his thumb as he released a little moan.

You quickly reached up, pulling his hand from his mouth, grabbing his other hand you held them above his head before you told him firmly, "No hiding those moans. I want to hear everything whimper and moan~"

You finished by gently running your fingers up and down his hot little member, the Imp releasing dainty little moan as you slowly brought him closer and closer to climax.

Leaning down you gently bit into his shoulder.

It wasn't a rough bite, it was a gentle bite, pressing your teeth into his tender flesh but not firm enough to break the skin.

Moxxie released a deep moan, his back arching as he gently bucked into your hand.

He released a chain of needy whines as he gently ground into your hand.

This went on for a while, the Imp whining and moaning as he quickly grew closer to climax.

When you finally brought him to climax, his whole body spasmed. The Imp releasing the neediest of moans as his little member throbbed and shot his meager load.

The little Imp laid there, panting hard as you wiped off his seed, before leaning down and whispering "Did that make you feel good baby?"

It was rhetorical, of course, you just wanted to enforce that it was you who made him feel good. You wanted him to know this is what awaited a submissive, obediant little Imp.

It may have been rhetorical, but the little imp answered none the less, giving you a nod moaning out, "Yes... Daddy~" He told you meekly, face a deeper crimson.

After a while longer, you locked him into another deep kiss. The Imp eagerly returning it, his thin serpents tongue coming to wrap around your own.

Suddenly you flipped him over, pulling his open shirt up and off his body, before grabbing his tail and tightly bounding his wrists, keeping them firmly behind his back.

Pulling his body towards you, a hand came to his rear, you tols him simply, "Do you want to continue?"

"Please... I want to make you feel good." He moaned, nuzzling the side of his face into your chest.

Reaching down you grabbed his jaw before turning his head and giving him a firm kiss, before warmly telling him, "This isn't about me..." A hand came down to firmly squeeze his rear, "Tonight is all about you~" you purred, gently biting his neck.

Moxxie released a submissive little moan, back arching as you trailed down his back.

Releasing him, he fell forwards, leaving his pert little rear totally exposed.

Lubing a finger you placed I against his puckered rear, telling him playfully, "Just breath baby, stay nice and relaxed so i can get you ready."

With that you pushed a finger into him, the Imp releasing a long whine, squirming into the bedsheets.

The Imp just laid there whining as you slid your lubed digit in and out of his ass.

His whines becoming lewder, more needy as you pressed a second finger inside him.

You kept this up for a while, the Imps whines only grew loud after you pushed your fingers deep into him, seemingly pressing something inside him.

The Imps whole body spasmed, the Imp releasing a long whine.

You paused for just a moment, before sinking them in once again, doing the same thing until the imp body spasmed again, the Imp releasing another long moan.

You kept that up, pressing deep into him as he released lewd moan after lewd littlemoan.

This went on for a while, you'd press your fingers deep inside the Imp, before the Imp released a string of effeminate little moans.

It didn't take long, the Imp releasing a long whine as he reached his second climax.

You let him lay there, letting him play out his orgasm as you preped yourself, getting your own member nice and lubed.

You didn't wait much longer, grabbing him from behind as you pressed him to your chest. Grabbing the base of his tail as you lined yourself up with his ass.

Sliding a thumb into his mouth, you growled into his ear, "You want this cock?"

Without missing a beat, he eagerly nodded his head, moaning around your thumb.

Wrapping an arm around his lower stomach, you gently pushed him down, slowly pressing into his ass.

The Imp sank down your shaft slowly, you pushed him down until you'd completely hilted into his ass.

The little Imp releasing a particularly lewd moan as his eyes went crossed.

You gave him a minute before you began moving. Pulling out slowly, stopping with the only head of your cock was left, before pushing back into him, the Imp releasing a deep moan as you hilted yourself again.

You did that over and over, slowly pulling out before pushing back in, each time getting a little harder, your thrusts getting faster and stronger.

The Imp released a moan or groan each time your hips met his ass.

It quickly worked into an even faster pace, slowly pounding deep into his ass with each thrust, the Imp coming to suckle and moan around your thumb.

You went at it for a long time, ending with Moxxies face pressed in the bed as you slammed him from behind.

You knew he was close when he released a long string of moans and whines as he pushed back into you, desperately pushing his ass towards you.

Grabbing his tail you used it to slam into him, using the leverage as you utterly fucked his brains out.

The Imp released a long groan, voice jumping as you slammed into him, "I... I... I'm close~" He whined, releasing a little gasp when you gave his ass a firm smack.

It didn't take much more of this, the Imp releasing a long whine before he reached his third climax.

There was a long moment of silence, you letting the Imp ride out his orgasm.

And after a few moments, you went to pull out and allow your little Imp to rest, when you felt his leg shakily stop you.

The little Imp looked over his shoulder, huffing and puffing as the Imp told you "Please... I want you too feel good~" He whined, pulling you back into him.

Grabbing his arms, you pulled him back, standing him up and slammed the Imp down onto you, spearing your cock into him.

You slammed him down on you again and again, power fucking him until you reached your own climax.

Grabbing his throat you released a deep feral snarl, grinding your hips hard as you came deep into his intestines.

This went on for a while, you held the him close, your grip on his throat laxed ever so much before you released him, letting him fall to the bed.

You sat there panting like a dog, looking down to find a lethargic little Imp laying before you.

A gentle smile passed your lips as you reached down and picked him up.

Placing a hand at the base of his neck, you kissed his cheek, pressing your forehead to his own, telling him tiredly, "Let's get cleaned up."

The Imp just gave a little nod, reaching up to wrap his arms around your neck, placing his head over your shoulder.

You carried him into the bathroom.

Stepping into the shower, you turned on the water before adjusting the temperature until it was nice and hot, perfect for the little Imp.

Water going, you got him nice and wet, holding him up to the shower before you began getting him all soaped up, taking a moment to appreciate his adorable little face.

With him all soapy, you began washing him off. Washing his hair and then his body, making sure he was nice and clean.

After that, you turned off the water, grabbing the biggest fluffiest towl you had you and wrapped him up in it.

You took a moment to dry yourself before beginning to dry off the little Imp.

First was the shoulders, then the arms and torso.

After that was his hair, you used a separate towl for that, wrapping his hair before moving down to his fuzzy goat legs.

You went down each leg, thoroughly drying off his fuzzy lower half, rubbing the towel up and down his furry legs.

Once done, you were left with a fuzzy little Imp, sitting on your bed as he waited for you to dress him. The sight bringing a little smile to your face.

Grabbing him a set of pyjamas, you came back to him and got him dressed.

The little imp making it easy for you by raising his little arms and helping you get his little hooves through the pants legs.

And there sat, nice and warm, all fuzzy in a pair of clean PJs.

Now nice and clean, you picked the little Imp up. Holding him to your chest the little Imp instantly nuzzled into your neck, wrapping you in a hug.

"I think it's about bed time. Hmm?" You asked warmly.

The little imp only let out a little "Mmm." Nuzzling further into your chest.

Getting into bed, you laid back, holding the Imp to your chest, "Did you have a good time, Moxxie?" You purred, running your fingers down his back.

Moxxie blushed an adorable little blush, nuzzling harder into your collar. "Mhmm." He hummed, giving a little nod into your chest, his tail gently wrapping around your arm.

You laid there for a long time, the Imp curled up against your chest. "I love you..." He said gently, fearful of your answer.

There was a long pause before you reached down, gently cupping his chin before raising his head to meet your gaze, "I love you, Moxxie." You told him warm

Moxxie chest swole with emotion, the little Imp pushing forwards, pressing his lips to your own.

It was a deep but simple kiss, the Imp pulling back and staring at you. "I love you." He told you again, this time more emotional.

You just smiled, placing a hand on the back of his head, pressing his head to your own as you drifted off to sleep, warm in each other's embrace.

Hey Hey, I know this was a little more like a Fanfic, but it figured I'd try something a little different.

Again, I tune down the sex scenes because I don't know the official policy, but I tried to keep I NSFW as much as possible.

Anyway, please feel free to leave a comment or a like and I hope you enjoyed. Bye Bye.

[crypticjackal13]

Any tips on writers block and/or writing itself?

Hmmm.....perhaps? Here's what I ask/tell myself as I write ✍️🤠

Write what you love. I don't like writing things that don't make me happy/fulfilled in some capacity. Like I've said before(especially for fluffy/romantic content!) If I don't have a stupid grin once I'm done I go back and rewrite! For more emotional stuff, I think of stuff I've read that's made me feel feelings and try to figure out how it got that way

It doesn't have to be perfect. Period. It doesn't matter how long you've been writing, you know your own skill level/strengths/weaknesses. Vibe with it!

Ambience. For me, I need some kind of noise or sensory thing to get me in the zone. For my bakery request I had animal crossing music on and I sped through it bc the vibes were right :)) there are lots of YouTube playlists/videos/channels dedicated to writing ambience!

Look up those silly dialogue prompts or trope lists!! Find one you love and build around it!! If you find yourself stuck, maybe look at an alternative one and see if you can get further!

Getting stuck sucks. When I took my composition class in highschool my teacher told us that no matter what, keep writing something. Even if it's the same word over and over, keep going until something new pops up in your head!

Don't force yourself. In my personal experience I've tried to sit in front of a blank doc and try to picture stuff in my head but I could never get it through to the keyboard. If you honestly don't feel up for it, you don't have to. If you can only get a few words or sentences down, don't feel bad.

Sometimes you have to start at the end of a story. Most of the drabbles I write, I think of the ending before I think of the beginning. I knew I wanted Spider Queen to accept the reader and Redson being together, but from there I had to retrace the reader's steps! How was the confession? Did they have to sneak off? It's very much like "hey, you might be wondering how I got in this situation. Well, lemme tell ya"

I hope this helped!!

[jafara123]

Great advice! I'll use it for short stories ☺️