Demon x Witch!reader— praise, body worship, nipple play, fingering, penetrative sex, scratching, biting, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms
When your coven members started getting sick, dark horrifying jagged marks blooming on their skin, they all looked to you for answers. You weren’t coven leader, not by far, you were only their humble head healer. This was the kind of stuff you specialized in yet even you had no idea what was going on.
But witch after witch was appearing on your doorstep, their faces scared, desperately begging you for help. Of course you did what you could but the illness was such a peculiar thing, you could barely make sense of it.
With each new blot that formed the witch’s magic grew more powerful but also more unstable. The marks consumed them until they could no longer control their magic and it became a liability to allow them to continue their practice. Which was another issue as the illness also raised their aggression levels tenfold. Even the slightest uptick in their heartbeat could unleash a raging current of magic.
Most cases, no matter how much you tried to stop it, ended in the death of a witch and fewer answers than you started with.
For some it came on quicker and for others it was like a slow crawl. Yet it always reached its end and you could never catch up with it. That is until it finally caught up with you.
Haunting tendrils that began to form on your hands as if the illness was mocking you. You had failed to heal your coven members and now you’d fail to save yourself before it was too late and it’d claim another witch.
You only allow yourself a few minutes to panic. There isn’t time to linger on it any longer. Not when you’re unsure how much you have left. But even as you move, scouring through countless old texts and forbidden spells, that frenzied fear is what drives you forward.
Days go by running through the same cycle. Reading the books, testing incantations and potions, refusing to collapse as another fails, and forcing yourself to start all over again. Each failed attempt threatens to destroy what little hope you have left. There has to be something— anything— you haven’t thought of.
That’s when it hits you. As much as the rationale side of you immediately rejects the idea, the other tells you it’s your last chance. For your coven, summoning a demon is quite possibly the greatest offense a witch can commit. You remind yourself of this over and over as you draw the circle in the dead of night.
Bright purple flames shoot straight to the ceiling as the Demon appears before you, in clothes from a time long ago and a piercing gaze that acts like he already knows what you’re about to ask. Yet when you show him the marks making their way up your arms a flicker of surprises passes over his expression.
He breaks through your summoning circle with ease, clawed hands grasp at your arms with a surprising tenderness. It still manages to send a fierce shiver down your spine. Under his inspection you try and remain normal, ignoring the way your body warms and hums under his touch. A growing throb echoing straight to your core.
“A witch forming marks? What is the meaning of this?” He asks in awe, and his own demonic marks shimmer under the candlelight.
A soft gasp leaves you at the familiar patterns you’ve seen so many times before on your fellow witches. How had you never realized this? The connection between a demons blots and the illness taking control of these witches. Suddenly it was all making sense, the deathly power surges that they couldn’t contain on their own.
“I was hoping you could help me figure that out,” you whisper and his gaze snaps up to meet yours, the hum in your body buzzing harder by the second.
Then it’s weeks that pass in the blink of an eye. You rarely leave your home and refuse to let anyone inside. It’s clear your coven members worry for you but that’s the last thing on your mind. With your days now full of this alluring demon who you can’t get enough of leaves space for little else.
He moves around your home like he owns it, having grown more comfortable there than you ever would’ve expected. The two of you have come to work in tandem, your hand reaching and his is already there waiting as you trade old books, passing each other ingredients without a thought while making potions you’ve never even heard of, and your bodies moving as one as you work.
Every interaction between you is charged with something deeper, something you don’t dare to speak of. Yet it speaks through every brush of your hand against his, how neither of you move away whenever you bump into the other, the smiles and glances you send each other that linger a few beats too long, and that both your marks shimmer in each others vicinity.
And just like the others, as your marks move up your arms and down your body, your power grows stronger. But something about this demon helps calm the magic swelling inside you. His presence soothes the storm, his touch calms the spikes of your emotions. Ones that are starting to happen far too often for comfort.
Leaning against the table you clench your fists as another wave of anger urges you to lash out, to unleash the emotion swirling inside you. Your body shakes with the force of trying to resist but you hold on as long as you can.
Just as fear it’ll overcome you, the demon’s chest molds against your back, his arms curl around you and tug you close. That soothing sensation courses through you and you sigh in relief, melting into his arms like you’ve been doing it your entire life.
“I hate these marks,” you murmur, voice filled with pain.
The demon freezes against you and for a long moment he doesn’t respond. Neither do you. Then a moment later he leans down, nuzzling into the streaks that have bloomed on your neck. His own shimmer and yours respond immediately.
“I don’t. I adore them. You just need to learn how to control them,” he rasps.
His breath on your skin makes that constant buzz return to your body as if calling out for him. Warm arousal bubbles up in your belly and looks in your panties. You know he can sense it all yet he doesn’t rush a thing.
“Your coven’s tapped into a power it wasn’t prepared to handle but you have me now. Let me help you.”
All you can feel anymore is him as his fingers skim across your skin, tilting your chin up just in time to claim your lips in a kiss that’s been a long time coming. A soft moan leaves you, your body turning to face him before he picks up your plush frame with ease and plops you down on top of the table.
Low demonic growls vibrate from his throat as he pushes at your clothes like they’re a nuisance, his lips curl in a sneer as his mouth dances with yours like he’s trying not to just tear them to shreds.
Only when the lack of oxygen pinches at your lungs does he break from the kiss and immediately make his way down your skin. Pressing feverish kisses along every inch of bare skin he exposes.
“Your marks… they’re gorgeous. Just like the rest of you. If only you’d embrace them, embrace me,” he pants against your chest and you gasp as he takes one of your perky buds into his mouth, sucking till they’re swollen, then moving onto the next.
You writhe against the table, small whimpers leaving you as you get hotter and hotter, the mess between your thighs dripping down your legs and onto the table.
As if he can sense just how needy you are he leans back and forces your thick thighs apart, groaning at the slick that gushes out of your weeping pussy.
“You even have them here. How beautiful,” he purrs.
His long clawed fingers slide through your folds, tracing the streaks till you’re crying out and rocking your hips into the movement. You get so lost in the rhythm and the constant stimulation that you don’t notice him replacing his fingers with his cock until he’s sliding in and stretching your sensitive walls to their very limits.
You start to scream only to have them silenced by his mouth as he kisses you again. Your magic pulses in time with your throbbing cunt as he starts thrusting his cock deep inside you, slipping deeper and deeper with each rock of his hips.
Meanwhile he fucks your mouth as hard as he fucks your pussy, swirling his tongue against yours in time with every brutal thrust. You feel his tip smash against your cervix just as his tongue pushes into your throat and suddenly he’s everywhere.
Consuming you from the inside out. For a second you panic, your nails scratching down his back and he hisses, picking up pace and rutting into you even harder. You feel unsteady, body moving in time with his only to realize it’s not your body moving but the magic inside you. As you let him in the overpowering magic settles into your bones like it’s always meant to be there and it increases your pleasure to a point you’ve never known.
The demon grunts as he slams his cock along your walls, molding you to the shape of him. He’s breathless but he’s never felt more alive than he does now and he can’t stop staring at the streaks that resemble his one. Like you’re his, all his now. It makes his cock swell within you.
“Tell me you love your marks as much as I do. I want to hear you,” he growls, ducking his head to worship every inch of marked skin he can reach.
You cry out, the pressure in your belly building, so close to bursting.
“I love my marks,” you whine, trying to sound convincing.
“Louder,” he snarls and nips at your throat.
Every thrust he makes you scream those words till you shatter around his cock, your vision flashing white and your release spraying out of you in a brilliant stream of arousal. Your demon roars as he buries himself to the hilt and sends spurt after spurt of his thick cum to splash against your cervix till you’re coming again for him.
He helps work you through the intense pleasure, rocking into you steadily and holding you close. When the fog starts to clear from your mind a burst of clarity booms and you realize you’ve been going about this all wrong. Trying to be rid of the streaks is impossible. It’s only through accepting them can you manage the power that comes with.
And all along it was your demon helping you to see that. To accept it. Now you think you finally are and if you can convince your coven members to do the same you think everything may just be ok.
Your marks glow in a silent heartfelt thank you. Warmth flows through you as his own shine in return. Both your body and souls now connected as one.
warning: dubcon, kind of angsty, breeding, mating, marking, possessive and obsessive behavior
a/n: I wanna do more with this concept, but here’s a snippet for monstertober because I’m behind ><
Demons were said to be cruel creatures incapable of love or empathy, soulless beings that fed on fear and misery… and for the most part, that was true.
But what humans didn’t know about demons was one simple fact. There is only one person that they will ever love and care for…
Their mate.
Every demon was born into the world with one thought in their mind.
To find their mate.
Soon, other thoughts would pop up from time to time. They had to eat to continue the search for their mate, tear down humans cities to help their species thrive so their mate would have a comfortable place to live once they found them.
If they didn’t fight to end human civilization, where would their mates live and raise young? Taking their beloved back to hell with them was out of the question!
This was how the demon king managed to help demon numbers increase and keep his army growing. If each demon was born with the urge to procreate and create a good nesting ground for their mate, they could be easily controlled.
He just hadn’t expected his son, the prince of hell to be bound to a human.
The prince had recently conquered a small village. As he went about killing the men, his entire body began to throb.
In the distance, he smelled something that had his head spinning. One of the small cottages was on fire, that heavenly scent coming from inside.
He felt his body being pulled towards it, so he completely ignored the humans attempting to kill him and walked towards the cottage.
Breaking down the door was easy, but being enveloped in your overwhelming scent made it hard to think.
The second he saw you, injured and barely confused as a fellow demon stood over your fragile, human body, he felt something he had never felt before.
Protective.
Within seconds he was shirking your body, his claw drenched in the demons blood from ripping his throat out. Why was he doing this? You were just some human woman, but his soul was bound to you.
He couldn’t let you die.
When you woke up, you were somewhere strange… some sort of contraption beeped next to you, the beeps increasing in frequency as you sat up and looked around… only to spot a demon by your bed.
All you felt was pure terror.
You stared at the creature whose specifies was responsible for the deaths of so many of your friends and family, who killed innocents in cold blood. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to speak.
“Please… let me go…”
But when the prince looked into your eyes for the first time, his body felt like it had been set on fire.
He loved you, and you were his mate.
Not once in his life had he ever looked upon another creature with such fondness and care. The prince made his way to your bed, kneeling by your side and taking your hand.
“My love… oh, my darling do not fear… here you are safe, you’ll be treasured for all eternity…”
He kissed the back of your hand, your gut burning with anger and shame. This thing had taken you as some sort of… bride?
“W-what about my family?”
The words finally came out after a few days in the hospital. In this time, you learned that demon society was far ahead of the human one, with machines that could monitor your heart rate and medicines that kept you from being in pain.
It was… comfortable.
He looked up at you, his eyes dark and cold. “What about them? They are humans, they will be culled like the rest.”
You clutched your blanket in your fists, your eyes welling up with tears. Something about you crying made his chest ache, and the prince reached out to caress your cheek.
“Why do you cry? Are you not comfortable?”
The demon could not comprehend your feelings towards your loved ones. He simply saw them as pests that needed to be eradicated, and could only feel love for you, his mate.
“They’re my family, I love them!”
Your sudden exclamation had him raising an eyebrow, his tail twitching. Were they really that important?
The prince knew that every human from your village was already dead, there was no way your family had survived. But to placate his mate, he wrapped his tail around you, using his soft black wings to encircle you and bring you close.
“I’ll have my men escort them somewhere safe. You may not see them, but they will live.”
This lie made you relax, and you settled into his arms. You felt like you could finally rest, and slept like a baby for the first time since you had been taken away.
The prince wanted to take things slow, but news that his mate had turned out to be a human woman spread through the kingdom until it reached his father.
He was called in to meet with the King, who was displeased, but mildly amused.
“I hear you’ve taken on a human mate, my son. You know how the royal court will react.”
The prince nodded, standing tall and confident in front of his father. “I am prepared to defend my mate to my dying breath, as would any demon.”
“That’s all well and good, but a human mate is an eyesore. You should hurry up and get her pregnant, there will be less danger once an heir is produced.”
Everyone knew that demon blood was powerful, being the dominant trait in every pairing. Once she was pregnant with the heir to the throne, not a single creature would dare to touch her.
It had only been a week since you had been home from the hospital, staying with the demon prince when suddenly approached you.
“My love…”
His lips peppered across your neck, hands holding onto your waist before sliding to your hips. “I wanted to wait… to give you time to adjust…”
You froze when his tail moved between your legs, rubbing against your clothed cunt. “But this is the only way to keep you safe… please, don’t be afraid… I’ll be gentle.”
The pieces slowly came together as his tail played with your cunt, rubbing against your panties before slipping under them and toying with your clit.
His hand was on your belly, eyes darting between your face and thighs. The way he moved his hand around your stomach…
He was going to breed you.
You squirmed for a bit, letting out an uncomfortable whine, but settled down when his clawed hand danced across your chest, groping one of your breasts as his face buried itself into your neck.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, love… this life is comfortable, isn’t it? I can give you a life of peace and safety, where you don’t have to fear war or pain. You’ll be taken care of.”
The very thought of some human male touching his lover made a growl rumble in his chest. You’d be staying with him, that wasn’t an option… but he wanted it to be something you chose yourself.
It felt sinful feeling wet from the demon playing with your fat pussy. His fingers pumped in and out of your as the tip of his tail continued to stimulate your clit, your juices flowing down your thighs.
He said your family was safe… was it so bad to let this demon take you as his mate? You were tired of long nights full of screams from people running from demons, of days without a proper meal as you rationed your supplies so you wouldn’t have to leave your home.
Couldn’t you live a comfortable life? You’ve suffered enough…
So you let him pin you down, watching as his fat cock rubbed against your leg. You had never seen a man naked before, so you were unsure if the size was normal… but you knew it had to be bigger than average.
His wings fluttered as his cock rested against your thigh. It nudges you, his tail lifting from your cunt to your tits, playing with them.
“I love you… more than you could ever imagine. You never have to want for anything again. I’ll give you everything…”
The pain of him taking your virginity made you cry out, your nails digging into his forearm. It didn’t hurt him at all, and he simply cooed, his wings soft as he dried his best to comfort you.
“Shh… shh… oh, my love I know it hurts. It won’t be for long…”
His lips pressed against your forehead, sweat already beading down. It wasn’t easy trying to take something so large inside of you for the first time…
The second you eased into it a bit, he pulled back out and slammed into you. He hadn’t meant to be rough, but he had struggled to control his urge to breed you from the second he realized you were his mate.
“I love you…” he murmured, gripping your hips as he fucked you, his teeth lightly gracing your neck. He wanted to cover you in bites and hickeys, claiming you completely.
He wasn’t done with you until your belly bulged with his cum. You smelled so much like him that he was a sappy mess.
You were exhausted, sore, and in need of a bath… but your demon mate curled around you protectively, kissing all over your body.
Within a month you were confirmed to be pregnant, and were moved into the palace as a princess.
You’d live a life of comfort… but were practically betraying your species by baring the future demon prince.
The current demon prince would soon be king, and you his queen.
didn’t feel like doing work so i came up with smth instead of doing an assignment
lovestruck!incubus who really has nothing better to do so he stalks the night, looking for someone to feed on when he encounters you in a bar, a beautiful girl who’s looking far too sad.
normally he goes after people who are uncomplicated and are good with a one night stand but lovestruck!incubus is so instantly drawn to you that he ignores his own rule.
you look absolutely stunning despite the despondent look on your face, tears running down your chubby cheeks like raindrops. you had come to go on a date with an acquaintance whom you were crushing on just to be stood up maliciously. now despite the gorgeous formfitting dress you put on, you feel so utterly… unattractive.
you’re stuck in a spiral of sadness when lovestruck!incubus hands you a tissue and softly asks if he can buy you a drink. the two of you get to talking and he eventually cheers you up, getting a giggle out of you during your conversation. his heart flutters at the sight of your smile, at first shy and small grow so beautifully.
lovestruck!incubus (probably) can handle a few more days without feeding; right now, he just really wants to make you smile like that again.
Demon or Fae who wants to give you their real name but can't tell it to you instead decides to have you guess it by spelling it out against your g-spot
For each letter you get right you get an orgasm, for each wrong guess you get a clit slapped
Spelling lessons
Demon x fem!reader || squirting, edging, overstimulation, (very light) sadism
“W!” You scream as he chuckles, his dexterous fingers tracing the letter over your G-spot again. “H!” You try again and he only laughs harder.
“Try again,” he instructs as he repeats the patters, his fingers rubbing over your G-spot as your legs tremble around his big body.
“B!” You scream as waves after waves of pleasure rock your body and another orgasm shakes your whole being.
“You got that one correct, let’s move on to the next one,” he says when you come back from the orgasm.
His fingers are still inside of you, two very long fingers that are torturing your G-spot to the point of insanity. You only asked for his name, and now you’re being fingered into another dimension. Fucking demons has never been so fun.
He traces another letter over your G-spot, and you try to focus on it, but the tremors of your last orgasm are starting to be almost painful as you clench over his fingers. He’s very amused as you pant and cry out and moan, trying to come up with another letter and failing over and over.
But his fingers still don’t stop.
“G!” You let out in a squeal and he shakes his head with the wickedest of smiles. “O!” He chuckles and shakes his head again.
He repeats the movement a couple more times, something big building inside your body, something you have never felt before. “Try again, baby,” he instructs, his movements faster, your body tensing.
And then something inside of you breaks, and you are gushing way more than normal, you are squirting all over his front until he’s staring at your pussy in wonder as he opens his mouth to catch some of it. His fingers aren’t stopping, rubbing over your G-spot until you are literally sobbing.
That only makes him laugh harder. “Come on, baby, you can try another one.”
He continues tracing patterns over your G-spot, but your brain is overcome with pleasure. You can’t focus on the pattern when your pussy is still clenching over his fingers, the final squirts soaking down his arm.
You try to talk but the only thing that comes out is a squeal as tears run down your face. Your clit feels raw, and your G-spot feels abused (in the best way possible). He seems to sense this, leaning down to give your pussy an open mouth kiss as he pulls his fingers back and you scream once again.
“I think that’s good for today, we’ll try again tomorrow. Maybe you are lucky and you can get more than two letters this time,” the condescending tone makes your blood boil, and you want to think it’s in anger, but in reality your pussy quivers in a brave try to recover for more of the amazing torture.
“How- how many letters does your name have?” You ask between choked breaths and pants, your legs still trembling with aftershocks.
He hums, thinking. “In human alphabet… around sixteen.”
“Sixteen?!” You let out in a screech as he laughs.
You’re going to die before you discover what his real name is… but what a way to go.
Post-knot teasing with your demon boyfriend. You're on top, having ridden him until he popped inside. He's stuck in there deep to lock in his load, and wrapped around your finger as much as you're wrapped around his sensitive, still rock-hard dick. You can't help but grind down on and squeeze him. He only half-heartedly tells you that you need to stop so that his knot can deflate and he can exit you. But he moans as you wring several more orgasms from him. He's overstimulated; shaking, panting, hips humping as he's desperate to thrust into you again, but all it does is lift you with them so he doesn't get that satisfaction. But his warm, thick cum keeps pumping out of him all the same. His addictive demonic pheromones are potent in the air, turning your mind insatiably cock-hungry. You want to keep him hard and buried for as long as possible. Even when he's spent, fully milked, he still continues to throb, raging and hot as you just keep going.
What better way to piss of your ex then send him a video of you and your demon boyfriend going at it
This is just a little story post mostly smut hope you enjoy . Sorry if the grammar isn’t the best it’s not proof read
Happy 21 day of kinktober @blushinglemon
Your phone buzzes again.
You don’t even reach for it this time.
You already know the name lighting up the screen your ex, trying for the tenth time today to drag you back into something dead and buried.
But the sound isn’t what makes the room go cold.
It’s him.
Your demon boyfriend stands perfectly still, arms crossed over his chest, illusion flickering like candlelight. Under the human skin he wears, something ancient is stirring. His gaze is fixed on your phone with an expression that would make mortals run.
“Persistent,” he says, each syllable smooth and razor‑sharp.
“Mortals are always persistent when something precious slips out of their hands.”
He lifts his head slowly, locking his dark, glowing stare onto you. That heat, that hunger it isn’t anger. It’s something deeper. Something territorial.
“Tell me,” he murmurs, voice lowering. “Do you want him to keep imagining he has a chance?”
You scoff. “Of course not.”
He moves.
Not fast, but deliberate every step calculated, every inch of space he closes charged with heat. His fingers touch your jaw, slow and possessive.
“He thinks he still knows you,” he whispers. “He thinks he can call you back.”
His thumb strokes your cheek, his illusion rippling again, letting the faint red flare of his true self leak through.
“And maybe,” he adds, eyes narrowing, “he needs a demonstration of why he won’t get you back.”
Before you can respond, he reaches past you smooth, confident and grabs your camera off the shelf.
The shift in his expression is subtle but devastating.
A crooked, sinful smile curves his lips.
“Oh, don’t look so startled,” he teases, tilting the camera in his hand. “I would never force you. I would only show him what he can never be.”
His voice dips into a growl.
“What he lost. What’s mine.”
He steps behind you, his hand sliding to your hip, the warmth of his body pressing close enough to melt bone. His breath ghosts over your neck.
“Maybe we should show him,” he whispers, darkly amused, “why you’re not going back.”
The camera lens glints as he lifts it.
“Just a hint,” he murmurs. “Just enough that he understands you’ve moved on… with someone he could never compete with.”
His lips brush your ear barely, but enough to ignite your pulse.
“Say the word,” he breathes.
“And I’ll make sure he never texts you again.”
You hesitate for an instant, considering the many potential consequences, but then you decide, "Fuck it, why not?" In any case, you're already doomed to hell.
“Let's fucking do it.”
“Right there.” “You better not look away from the lens.” His voice was a low growl, a vibration against the shell of your ear that was more felt than heard.
Your gasp echoed in the quiet room, fingers scrambling for purchase on the silk sheets as he moved behind you, all relentless, possessive power. The cold, unblinking eye of the camera watches it all, recording every shiver, every sharp intake of your breath.
It had started minutes or was it an eternity? ago.
The moment you said yes, the atmosphere in the room shifted. It didn’t just get heavier; it became alive, charged with a static that prickled over your skin. His human glamour dissolved not with a bang, but a shimmering sigh, revealing the magnificent, terrifying truth of him. His ghostly skin is smooth like polished stone, radiating the heat of a furnace. The elegant, dangerous curve of your black horns. Your eyes glow with the fire of some distant, infernal star.
He’d set the camera on the dresser with a deliberate click, its red recording light a single, accusing eye.
“A demonstration,” he purred, stalking toward you. “So he sees precisely what he lost. ” What belongs to me now?
His hands, now tipped with claws that you kept carefully sheathed, found the hem of your shirt. He didn’t tear it. The act feels even more devastating with its slow, deliberate control. He pulled over your head, his molten gaze drinking in the sight of your flushed skin, the rapid beat of your heart at the base of your throat. His thumb stroked over the frantic pulse point. A possessive claim.
Then his mouth was on yours, a searing brand of ownership. This wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was victory. His tongue claims the inside of your mouth with a primal ferocity that leaves me dizzy, your head spinning with the scent of him—smoke and amber and something deeply, fundamentally other. You can only moan, your body arching into his, already surrendering to the inevitable tide of him.
He broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting us for a breathtaking second before it snapped. His glowing eyes flicked to the camera, then back to me, a dark, thrilling promise in their depths.
“On your knees,” he ordered, his tone allowing for no response other than compliance. “Turn around.” Confront your audience.
And that’s how you ended up here, bent over the edge of the bed, your back pressed against the solid, scorching heat of his chest. The camera captured everything: the flex of his claw-tipped hands on your hips, the way your head fell back against his shoulder, and your lips parted in a silent cry.
One hand slides around your front, dipping low, fingers skilled and knowing as they find the apex of your thighs. “You are already soaked and aching.” He chuckles, the sound a dark rumble you feel deep in your bones.
“You’re so eager for me,” he murmured, his voice pitched for the microphone, for him to hear. “So responsive.” Did he ever make you feel this way? Make you this wet and desperate, just from a touch?
His fingers begin to move, creating a slow, torturous circle that makes your entire body clench. You shake your head, a ragged “No,” tearing from your throat.
“No,” he agreed, your voice dropping to an intimate, vicious whisper. “ He couldn’t.” He’s only human after all.
With that, he positioned himself. You feel the blunt, searing-hot pressure at your entrance, a promise of being utterly filled. He held himself there, teasing, letting the camera see the way your body trembled in anticipation.
“Look at it,” he growled in your ear. “Watch how well you take me.” See how perfectly you are crafted for this. For you.
And then he thrust. Neither slow nor gentle. It was a single, devastating motion that buried him to the base, tearing a scream from your lungs that was half pain, half blinding pleasure. The stretch feels immense, overwhelming, a perfect, brutal fullness that shatters every coherent thought. Your vision whited out at the edges.
He didn’t get a second to adjust. He set a punishing, relentless rhythm as each powerful drive of his hips slammed you forward, your fingers clutching at the sheets for an anchor that doesn’t exist. The sound is obscene, wet and slapping, echoing in the room, undoubtedly captured in crisp, high-definition audio.
“Yes,” you hear yourself sob, the word mangled and broken. The initial shock has faded into a whirlwind of pure, unfiltered sensation for you. Your every nerve ending is on fire, singing a chorus tuned to his movements.
His claws pricked gently at your hips, not breaking skin but branding you with the threat of it, a reminder of the raw power he was barely containing. His other hand slipped around to your front again, finding your clit, and the dual assault was too much. Pleasure, sharp and coiling, began to build at your core, a storm he was expertly conjuring.
“That’s it,” he rasps, your own breath starting to come in ragged pulls. “Let it all out.” Let him watch as you cum on my cock. Let him see what he’ll never have again.
He shifted your angle, and stars exploded behind your eyelids. There. Right there. His pace becomes even more frantic, more animalistic. The bed rocks against the wall with every thrust, a rhythmic beat underscoring your ragged breathing and your helpless, keening cries.
You are hurtling toward the edge, pleasure coiling you so tight you think you might break. His grip tightens around me, your growls growing more guttural, more demonic. He was close, too. You can feel the heat radiating from him, intensifying as the scent of ozone and power fills the air.
“Look at the camera,” he commanded, his voice harsh and grating. “Gaze at it and call out my name while you cum.”
Your eyes, heavy-lidded and unfocused, struggle to obey. You found the little red light, a tiny inferno in the dim room. You held its gaze as the coil inside you snapped.
“Now!” him roar.
The orgasm ripped through you, violent and all-consuming. Your body seized around him, a series of convulsions that milked his cock, and you screamed his name, the sound raw and torn from the deepest part of you. This was your final cue for your own release. With a sound that was less a moan and more a tectonic shift, you feel him bury himself deep, his heat flooding into you as his body shudders against your back, his own climax a forceful, claiming tide.
For a long moment, you could only hear the sound of your harsh, panting breaths. You see the room come back into focus.
Slowly, he lean forward, his spent body resting against my back. He reach out a trembling hand, the red light on the camera blinking off.
You feel his lips brush against your sweat-dampened ear, his voice a satisfied, dark promise.
“Let’s see him text you after that.”
Characters
Kokushibo, Doma, Muzan (kny), Sukuna, Choso (Jjk) Everyone from Obey me, Azazel (Supernatural), All versions of Lucifer, Hellboy, Sebastian (bb), and of course your favorite.
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n: this includes ... all types not just one. So it's a bit of a 'preference.' (That's what we called it in the olden days ...)
Also this is 18+, not explicitely explicit but ... we acting like grown ups.
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ
𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅
・He worships you in slow, deliberate ways. Your presence needs to be savoured, never rushed.
・Your relationship is intense. Full of tension and pure devotion.
・He is a creature of elegance and obsession. To him, love is eternal, a bond that transcends time, life, and even death. He does not just love you; he worships you.
・He follows you in the shadows, watching, ensuring no harm comes to you. He is always there, whether you see him or not.
・Jealousy runs deep. If another so much as looks at you too long, he will appear beside you, fingers brushing your throat in a quiet warning.
・He is a silent guardian, a ghost of devotion, ever watchful, ever patient.
・Oh god he just LOVES gifting you luxurious items...antique jewellery or the most expensive jewellery in the current trends, books older than empires or books he noticed you liked from BookTok, treats for your pets, snacks for you...
・His love is eternal, and that means he has to keep up with the times... he brandishes you with flowers, chocolate, hot coffee, the latest phone etc. To show that no matter how much time will pass, you and he are forever.
・Funnily enough, he will never let you be cold (unless it's Summer and you need his icy skin...that's the best feeling ever!) His touches, his whispers of raunchy thoughts...it's enough to have you looking away with warmth seeping into every bone in your body.
・Constantly tells you that, "You are mine."
・His nicknames for you are: 'beloved,' 'dove,' 'my heart,' 'darling,' 'blood of my blood.'
𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅
・Once you two decided to be a couple, you are his. Full stop. And everyone needs to know it.
・Your werewolf boyfriend is the embodiment of fierce devotion, raw passion, and unwavering protection. He does not love with hesitation. He is a ride or die.
・With werewolves, are pack creatures. You are his pack. His family. More than that, you are his mate. His soulmate. Therefore, everyone needs to know that.
・Whenever you're together, he keeps an arm around your waist in public, scent-marks you with his jacket, his hoody...his very presence.
・A big way he shows his love is through Acts of Service and Physical Touch...Your boyfriend loves to fix things for you, he gets the groceries, brushes your hair, massages your shoulders and back. He knows exactly where you left your phone, keys and glasses.
・He also carries you when you're tired...you don't even have to ask.
・Intimidating to others but to you, he's the softest, most gentle male you have ever met.
・He's always afraid of hurting you, so he makes sure to be extra careful.
・His mating instincts are also very, very strong. He leaves love bites, not enough to hurt - but enough to claim.
・He looks at you like you hung the moon. His entire world is centered around you.
・“You are my heart. You are my home.” He speaks with no hesitation, because his love is truth.
・He does not hesitate. He does not doubt. You are his, and he will carve the world apart to prove it.
・Orcs do not love easily, but when they do, it is for life. You are not just his lover—you are his mate, his purpose, his home.
・When you are apart, he grows restless, his hands twitching, his jaw clenching. He does not handle distance well. You are meant to be by his side.
・If you are injured, he will not let you lift a single finger until you are fully healed.
"You do not need to ask, little one. If you want it, I will make it so."
・The orc culture loves physical touch. Hugging, wrapping an arm around someone, kisses, forehead touches, leaning on each other, etc. It's what your boyfriend grew up with.
・He constantly pulls you close, runs his fingers along your skin, holds you against his chest
・He often carries you without warning, simply because he can.
・If you fall asleep against him, he will not move for hours, no matter how uncomfortable he is.
・If someone touches you with anything more than innocent intent, they do not walk away unscathed.
"No harm will come to you. Not while I breathe."
・Orcs do not believe in lies or empty flattery.If he tells you that you are beautiful, strong, worthy, he means it with his entire being.
・He does not buy gifts. He makes them. Your orc is an incredible crafter.
・He will forge a weapon; just for you. Engraved with protection runes. Jewellery; carved from bone, iron or stone. It's worn against his own skin before he gifts it to you. Therefore, it will carry his scent, his protection.
・Orcs believe in providing for their mate. If he is eating, you eat first. If there is little food, you get the best of it.
・He cooks for you, hunts for you, makes sure you are always fed and strong.
・His pet names for you are: 'little flame,' 'my treasure,' 'wife/husband' (even if you aren't married), 'warrior,' 'feisty one,' 'biter.'
𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏-𝑯𝒚𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅
・You are his greatest treasure. Dragons do not share. If he has chosen you, it means you are his, body and soul.
・He collects things that remind him of you—a lock of your hair tied in silk, a ring you once touched, a ribbon that still carries your scent.
・If you ever give him a gift, no matter how small, he hoards it like it is worth more than any jewel.
・His claws are sharp, his strength immense, yet he touches you with the utmost care.
・You are small in his arms, delicate compared to him, and it drives him mad with the need to protect you.
・Flying is sacred to him. To allow you on his back, to take you into the sky, means he trusts you completely.
・In his dragon form, you clutch the horns on his back as he soars across the sky. You feel the wind rushing past, the stress of the world just melts away.
・Tears spring to your eyes; either from the wind or your feelings...your love turns his head to look at you. His golden eyes gleaming.
"You were meant to fly with me," he mind-speaks, voice filled with a deep, ancient knowing.
・When dragons love, they love eternally. He does not think in mortal years. He thinks in centuries.
・"You will stay with me," he murmurs, "won't you?"
・His wings tighten around you, golden eyes filled with something deep and yet completely full of vulnerability.
・He watches you with reverence, with something like awe, as if he cannot believe you are real.
・He calls you: 'my jewel,' 'star of my sky,' 'little love,' 'little bird,' 'my fierce love,' 'dragonrider.'
𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅
・He does not love like mortals do. He loves like a demon—raw, primal, unholy. He loves like he would tear the heavens apart for you.
・And he just might.
・He is always watching you.
・He knows your scent, your heartbeat, your dreams. He has studied every inch of you, memorized every detail.
・If someone else touches you? The air crackles with heat. His jaw tightens, his claws flex. He doesn’t tolerate competition.
・He has never raised his voice around you, always talks softly (he calls it seductively).
・The epitome of he hates everyone except you.
・The world fears him. His enemies kneel before him. But with you?
He listens. He softens. He worships.
・His claws are sharp, but he never lets them harm you.
・His magic is dark, but he uses it to protect you, to keep you safe, to make sure no harm ever befalls you.
・Your demon LOVES to make you feel flustered. Flushed cheeks, red ears, stomach full of butterflies. He always makes you feel desired.
・"I would burn the heavens for you."
・He adores physical affection.
・Constantly has his hands on you. Holding your wrist, wrapping his tail around your waist, tracing invisible sigils into your skin.
・He's incredibly territorial over you.
・If you cry? He is not sure how to handle it. His hands twitch, unsure. His rage and power mean nothing if he cannot fix this.
・Demons are not supposed to have weaknesses. But you? You are his only one.
・He has existed for centuries, eons. He has known lust, hunger, desire. But love? Love is new. Love is terrifying.
・Love is you. And he is never going to let you go.
・He is the most fearsome creature until you show up and he turns into a pile of mush.
・Taught to love one being with complete and utter devotion...
・But your Angel would fall from 'God's Grace,' just to be by your side.
・Luckily, no one has found out about your relationship. He is your guardian angel...just one that you can see, hear, feel and touch whenever you desire.
・The way your Angel loves you is holy. It is divine. Sacred even.
・Believing you to somehow be a deity yourself, he only touches you with softness, with his fingers carefully ghosting over your skin. Aching for you.
・Angel has massive, white feathered wings that protrude from his back. Up close, you can see traces of gold among the feathers, making him glow ethereally.
・His large wings shield you from the world. As if he can create a sanctuary meant only for you.
・As a magical being, his kisses feel like pure sunlight...and joy...and the first day of spring.
・Yet if you are harmed, harrassed or bullied in one way or another, his golden eyes burn with fury.
・Violence is not who you know your boyfriend to be, but for you, he would destroy the world.
・His nicknames for you are: 'my light,' 'heavenly,' 'my everything,' 'pet,' (as in 'Petal'), 'seraph,' 'little star,' 'little goddess/god.'
𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅
・Your siren boyfriend is not just a creature of the deep; he is a thing of temptation, mystery, and obsession.
・He does not love lightly. He does not love softly. He loves like the tide, and you are the shore...forever changed by his touch.
・When he sings just for you, it’s not to lure, not to enchant. It’s to mark you as his, to let the ocean itself know who belongs to him.
・"You are mine," he whispers, voice soft but unshakable. "I have sung your name into the tides. The sea knows you now."
・His obsession is not cruel, not suffocating. It is devotion, unrelenting and infinite.
・When he holds you, it feels like being claimed, as if he is anchoring himself to you.
・His hands are cool from the sea, but his kisses are warm, deep, slow.
・Sirens are creatures of sound, of melody, of stories carried on the waves.
・His song is not just for you—it is about you. The ocean hums it, the seagulls echo it, the wind carries it across the water.
・And if you listen closely, you can hear it when the tide rolls in. The melody of his love, whispered in the waves.
"Even if you cannot hear it," he says, "the sea will always know your name."
・If you ever enter the sea, it feels different now. As if it knows you, as if it welcomes you.
・You can swim longer, breathe easier, because his magic has seeped into your skin, tying you to him in a way that cannot be undone.
・If you accept him completely, if you give yourself to him fully, you will never fear the ocean again.
・Your siren calls you: 'songbird,' 'little minnow,' 'my melody,' 'precious pearl,' 'you are my tide, i will follow you anywhere.'
𝑬𝒍𝒇 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅
・He is a being that has endured centuries, seen empires rise and fall, even watched the stars shift in the sky.
・And yet, in all those years...he has never loved like this.
・In love, he is not rushed, not impulsive, not reckless.
・His love is patient, cautious, all-encompassing.
・It is a slow-burning fire, a heat that never dies.
・When an elf chooses a mate; it is eternal. A love that is woven into the heavens; into the very essence of the worlds.
・Elves are creatures of grace, of quiet strength, of whispered words that carry the weight of centuries.
・Your lovers touch is featherlight. As if he's afraid you will vanish beaneath his fingertips...as if you aren't real.
・He loves brushing his long fingers against your cheek, his knuckles grazing your lips, memorizing every single detail.
"I have seen a thousand sunrises," he whispers, "but none have been as beautiful as you."
・He loves gifting you with beautiful earthly things; flowers woven into a delicate crown, a bracelet of intertwined leaves, wooden carvings of all your favourite animals.
・When he is away, he writes you letters in Elvish, sealed with wax, filled with words so poetic they could break your heart. If you do not understand his language, he teaches you, whispering each word against your skin.
・His love is not loud, not demanding.
・He shows it in the gentlest of ways. Of doing things for you; cleaning your clothes, doing your makeup, helping you with your shoes.
・It's also in the way he turns his head to listen whenever you speak, the way he always moves to your side without thought. If you are tired, he carries you effortlessly, as if your weight is nothing to him.
・The trees know your name. The wind whispers it through the leaves...When you sit with him in a quiet grove, he closes his eyes and listens. The earth sings when you are near.
"The forest remembers you," he says, "as I do."
・His voice is always calm, near melodic.
・He does not simply say “I love you.” Instead he says:
"You are the first breath of spring after a thousand winters."
"My heart beats in time with yours."
"If the stars fell from the sky, I would carve new constellations for you with my own hands."
・And when he says your name? It sounds like a prayer.
・In Elven culture, hair is sacred. To touch someone’s hair is a sign of trust. But to braid it? It is an act, nay, a sign of deep devotion.
・When he braids your hair, he is not just arranging strands. He is weaving his love into each movement. He is binding you to him in the silent language of his people.
・If you braid his hair, he will close his eyes, exhaling slowly, surrendering himself to you completely.
"This is a bond," he whispers. "One that cannot be broken."
・Your nicknames are: 'starlight,' 'little fawn,' 'elenya" (Elvish for ‘My Star’), 'beloved one,' 'birdie,' 'I would wait centuries for you,' 'sweetheart.'
cw/an; small mini collection of head canons for different monster boyfriends part two-, poll winners <33
Vampire Boyfriend who claims he's only helping to take care of you so your blood tastes better to him; but if that was really the only reason he had for that, then why is he helping take care of you in all the other ways that have nothing to do with your blood? Taking care of any chores that haven't been done in a while such as folding laundry; as mundane as it may seem, it always helps you feel better
Demon Boyfriend who comes off as such a big, mean and scary man only to be the biggest baby you've ever met; he never wants to be too far from you and always wants to help with anything he can, so he's always bringing in all the groceries and taking care of the house while you're away at work. No matter what the task is, if you need it done he's got it
Naga Boyfriend who is constantly seeking out your warmth whenever he's feeling even the slightest bit cold; he's so spoiled and bratty, he will absolutely refuse to let you go if he can get away with it. If there wasn't a need for you to work or socialize with your family and friends he'd probably try to keep you at home all day- coiled around you to be sure you're comfortable but without any room to escape
Shapeshifter Boyfriend who claims to have separation anxiety and so he's always finding a way to be with you wherever you need to go; if you hadn't made a rule about him not being allowed to take on anyone's identity he'd probably just stay by your side 24/7 (you only ever doubt his separation anxiety when he seems selective on the days he sneaks out of the house to follow you somewhere- like on outings with any male coworkers invited-)
Kitsune Boyfriend who always has mischief in his eyes; teasing you relentlessly almost every day. And still, he never aims for maliciousness or insecurities, and if he accidentally does hurt you with his words? He's immediately apologizing and wrapping you up tight in his tails and arms as if he's shielding you from every negative thing there is, until you feel safe and happy again
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