I have silly idea for demon submas: they see snow after not coming out from the underworld for centuries very excitedly, but was immediately was reminded why they didn’t want to go outside and ran to your place for cuddles and blankets
-Bird anon
Hope you’re doing well! Hope the weather is being nice and consistent. Mine is going from flash freeze mode to early summer warm
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It's like those videos of animals being let outside in winter to snow for the first time, get a few steps outside, stop, and IMMEDIATELY go back inside.
Though I also love the idea of bundling them up, and showing them stuff like snow sculptures, sledding, and snowball fights.
Both love the snowball fights, and get a little competitive.
It's fun to watch them build a fort each, and go after the other. You watch from the sidelines, and smile as they laugh and yell. Both are incredibly fast, and have incredible aim. They get a little too into it, but you are on standby to keep them from going too far.
And when the cold gets too much, you already have blankets and hot chocolate ready for them by the fireplace. Both are already purring and cuddling up to you to warm up.
Demon!Emmet being summoned by character of your choice (COYC) and is instantly attracted by their scent. He wants to instantly claim and dick down COYC. He wants to bite mark, piss mark, anything he could feasibly do to show his claim of COYC. He'll even create a cum plug just to keep all of his spunk inside COYC. Could you write something like that?
anon I know who you are and I'm biting you but because I'm horny I'm doing this.
Emmet is a notable demon in the world of magic. He and his twin brother, Ingo, are known as the twin dukes of hell. Former humans turned demons who usurped the royal hierarchy and granted themselves the title of nobility due to their immense powers.
Summoning demons is challenging work, typically done with immense malice and hatred; in pursuit of eliminating or cursing a subject. Typically, the stronger you are, the stronger demon you can summon.
So Emmet finds himself summoned into the human realm; his senses excited and eager to hunt. When he arrives, he finds himself towering over a human witch.
The human witch's eyes are blown wide open as they realize what they've done. "A demon?" they tilt their head curiously. "Oops. You're not supposed to be here." They started to consult the floating tome beside them while Emmet boringly stares at them until he takes a deep breathe, taking note of the way the human smelled.
"Little human," Emmet calls out, stepping out of the cauldron and onto the floor. "Don't you know how these summon contracts go? You summon me, I give you something in exchange. Looks like you made a mistake but I can't leave until I give you something..." Emmet saunters forward, using his finger to make the witch's head tilt upwards at him.
Emmet is quick to corner him against the wall, "W-what are you doing?!" The witch stammers before Emmet grinds his thigh against their crotch. He gasps, and in that moment, Emmet is quick, using his claw to slash away the human's clothes.
"You smell so good..." Emmet growls as he breathes in the human's scent, before biting at their shoulder. Honey cries out a moan, his smaller form clutching at the demon's. "You taste as sweet as you look, human..." he chuckles as his tail wraps around the human.
A whirlwind of events happen next, Emmet kisses the human witch, sealing a forced contract with them. The environment fades into his personal home, in the demon world. A lavish, pristine white bedroom that feels too ethereal for a demon to sleep in.
The human finds himself unable to break free from the demon's strength, letting out whimpers as Emmet traces his tongue on their neck, giving licks until he starts sucking.
"Mine," he says playfully as he raises one of the human's legs, his clothes melting away like oil on water as his inhumane cock is revealed. The cock is unlike any penis the human had ever seen before, larger than the average human by a substantial amount, starting off pale as white as the rest of the demon's body before it shades to a black, pointed tip, adorned with ridges for extra stimulation.
"I-I'm not ready-" the human cries as Emmet summons a bottle of lube, stroking his dick, lining it up and thrusting inside. The human lets out an unrestrained moan, their body weight sinking into the bed as Emmet fucks them brutally.
"I, I can't-" the human cries as his perfect pussy walls clench the demon's thick cock.
"Cumming already?" Emmet says with an amused tone, "You were made for me. Such a pretty play thing. All mine," he says, snapping his hips hard. Grabbing his other leg, Emmet folds the human in half as he bucks his hips into him, going back to suck the human's neck. The human clutches his hands on Emmet's head but can't pry him off as the demon makes his mark, sinking his teeth into their neck.
Emmet was using the human as a flesh light, the only thing on his mind was to chase his own orgasm, but his eyes widen and his cheshire grin gets even more twisted when he feels the human cum around his cock.
The human's eyes widen for a brief moment, weakly staring at Emmet before he breaks, sobbing and moaning, "I, I can't take it a-anymore. P-please, I'm a good boy-"
Emmet goes in for a sloppy kiss, the human no longer resisting as the pleasure overwhelms them. "Such a good boy," Emmet says as he watches the human's pleasure filled face eyes roll back. All his, his to fuck, his to claim, his to make this human his pretty new toy. "All mine, you're mine!" He says loudly as he picks up the pace, going harder than his previous precedent before slamming his penis deep inside, as far as he could go. The human was nice and filled...
He relents in letting go of the human's legs, who lays there with their arm covering their eyes, taking deep greedy breaths. He smiles to himself as he watches his cum ooze out of the human's pussy, pressing his thumb inside to try and force it back in. Sex had never been so perfectly ruined before, no other cock could compare.
The witch weakly looks at Emmet when he feels something enter inside. A cum plug. He lifts his head to look at Emmet wearily. "There!" the demon says with glee. "Now you'll have something to remember me by."
I wrote a thing for the Demonic Priest AU created by @betasuppe. I want to say this is a one-shot, but I'm already imagining the next encounter. Someone send me some climbing gear 'cause I've fallen down a rabbit hole and I need to get out.
The only thing Emmet knows about the person watching him is that they are very much real.
Even without the help of Ingo sweeping along the walls and creeping around the corners, he still catches a fleeting glimpse of someone just out of the corner of his eye. First the tip of a shoe from behind the open doorway. A few minutes later, he spots a shoulder and arm through the window.
It’s just a small distraction, nothing that takes him away from performing the sermon, but it’s enough to make the mind wonder. Fresh faces, especially the sweet ones, often meander outside the church. Curious or perhaps even spiteful of the congregation, but unwilling to join the masses. A new neighbor, maybe a tourist, or perhaps a timeless nobody looking for something new. It doesn’t matter, Father Konrad welcomes people from all walks of life. And if it’s the last two, perhaps he can have a little fun himself. Start with the foot and then the arm…
The sermon concludes, and they agree to linger a bit longer than usual today; the best newcomers often prefer to show themselves once everyone else is gone, and Sunday Mass regrettably brings in the biggest draw. So he stays behind, listening to pointless thoughts and feelings before responding in kind. When his mind starts wandering, Ingo helps him keep track of what they say and what they want to hear.
Then, outside the mindless chatter, they notice two things. One is that the people are funneling to the door faster than normal. The second is the faint sound of a guitar. The crowd only has to turn toward him before parting to let him pass through.
Worn out shoes taps against the sidewalk while your arms move, plucking and pressing the strings of the guitar in your hands. Baggy clothes hang off you, seemingly jumping in time with your movements. Low and heavy notes strung together into an upbeat song that has a few people nodding along in time. Your voice is warm but the words are almost growling out with how much force is put behind each sound. The youngest children, whose parents dragged them to church despite their obvious objections, squeeze past the adult and run up to you, nearly tumbling onto the sidewalk with how quickly they stop. You glance up at them from your stoop with a playful grin and nod in time to the beat. And they start nodding along with you. Then they start dancing and clapping. The church is empty; anyone who hasn’t gathered around you has left altogether.
The music stops, but the silence only lasts for a second before applause and cheers take its place. A few people step up and drop a coin or a bill into the open case resting at your feet. Parents herd their children away, some with more ease than others, and you playfully wave goodbye as they stare back with wide eyes. And just as quickly as they had gathered, the crowd disperses, splitting into two groups heading up and down the street, until it’s just you standing at the bottom of the church steps and him at the door. You ascend the stairs.
“I take it you’re the one runnin’ this place?”
There’s an accent when you talk, and it’s hard to tell if the roughness in your voice is from performing or just how you speak. You’re clearly new in town, but there’s a shine in your eyes that only comes about from years of experience.
“I’m Father Konrad,” he introduced, offering his hand, which you happily shake. Calluses and cracked skin scrapes against his palm, only to be soothed away by the warmth of your own.
“Pleasure to meet ya.” You turn back the way you came, almost leading him down with you before letting go of his hand. He still follows behind. “I hope ya don’t mind me borrowin’ your flock. I figured a church on Sunday was a safe bet.”
A quick glance inside the case shows the meager sums you managed to earn. You scoop them up and drop them in the hole-riddled pocket of your jacket before lowering your guitar into the case. Like how a mother lovingly cradles a baby before placing it in a crib.
“You’re not from around here. What brings you to the city?”
You shrug and pick up the case. Stickers and scratches litter the black leather. Some look brand new, others are so faded that it’s impossible to read out even in the midday sun.
“Just passin’ through. Figured I’d stay a while, see the sights, then head on out.”
If there were ever a perfect opportunity, it just placed itself right at their feet. It would be best to take you right now, before anyone else notices you. But a good meal should be savored, should it not?
“And how long will you be staying?”
“A couple a’ weeks; a month, tops.”
A month. The thought of waiting so long makes his stomach turn. It would be a challenge, but so very worth it. What hides behind that smile and gleam? Ingo has always preferred the soul over the flesh, but even Emmet is curious to see what will happen once they crack open that outer shell and peek inside. For now, it’d be best to lay the trap and wait. Who knows, maybe he can sneak a taste before they take you apart.
“Perhaps you’d be willing to come inside the church next Sunday.”
Something shifts. He can sense it before he even realizes what it is. Your eyes narrow just a bit and you laugh. Not unkindly, but certainly not the same warmth you so freely offered his flock just moments ago.
“I’ve got plenty a’ questions for God. And if ya ask anyone who knows me, they’ll tell ya I’d give my right hand for some answers. But with all due respect, sir, I think I’d rather just wait ‘till I see God and ask him myself.”
Proud and dismissive words spoken with the resignation of defeat, all wrapped up with a friendly smile. Just the act of unraveling your words has him feeling a twinge of discontent; it's hard to tell if where - or more appropriately who - it's coming from. You chuckle and wave goodbye, but it feels like you’re looking down at him from the bottom of those stairs.
“See ya ‘round.”
This is going to be a verrrrry long month.
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