thigh riding thirteen but she keeps her fishnets on. everytime you rut forward they catch your clit and you whine body trying to jerk away but thirteen keeps moving you forward and back coating the fabric and her tattoo until they glisten with you, fingers digging into your hips with a mean little smirk on her face
Featuring: The Dateables + Side Characters (+ bonus Michael and Karasu) x gn!Reader
NSFW // Content: Explicit smut. Sex toys, sexting (audio/pictures/video), demon forms mentioned, penetrative sex and fingering (gn!reader receiving), size kink, breeding kink, creampie, light dom/sub undertones, guided masturbation, orgasm delay/denial, corruption kink if you squint, clothing kink, car sex, oral sex (gn!receiving), implied switch!reader & switch!thirteen, pet names, rough sex. 6.8k words.
For Your Ears Only series: Part I (The Demon Brothers)
DIAVOLO // royal treatment
Diavolo has been in his office all morning. He’s bored out of his mind from signing the endless stacks of paperwork that Barbatos puts in front of him. He would gladly welcome any excuse to escape, and your message gives him something to look forward to. He’s curious about your warning to listen to it alone, so he waits until Barbatos excuses himself from the office to prepare more tea.
Desire pools in his belly when Diavolo finally listens to your recording, and by the time it’s over, he’s gripping the armrest of his chair so hard that it cracks. He holds his D.D.D. to his ear while he storms from the room. He replays the message again because there’s something so alluring about listening to your sweet sounds like this. The desperate, breathy whimpers of his name as you fuck yourself with that inferior toy rile him up even more. He strides through the castle towards his private chambers, ascending the stairs two steps at a time in his haste to see you.
(Diavolo doesn’t even notice that he rushes past a very irate-looking Barbatos. No matter how much he wants to protest, the butler knows better than to get in the prince’s way; Diavolo is radiating power and lust and the need to claim, and trying to stop him now would be a dangerous mistake. Besides, there will be time for lectures about propriety later.)
Diavolo’s true form is completely revealed by the time he enters his bedroom. His blood pumps at the mere sight of finding you naked and waiting for him on his dark silk sheets. Your knees are bent and you part your thighs so invitingly when he kneels on the bed and crawls on top of you. His large hand cups the hot, wet mess between your legs. His fingers stroke you teasingly, and your body shivers with sensitivity from your recent orgasm. He crushes his lips against yours and swipes greedily at the seam of your mouth so he can lick inside and taste you. He teases two fingers into your hole while you're distracted by the kiss, and he stretches you just a little more.
(You buy toys smaller than him on purpose so that no matter how much you might tease yourself with them, they'll never match how thick his cock is, or reach as deep as his rough, powerful strokes do.)
You whimper when he pulls away too soon for your liking, but he bares his fangs in a feral smile and finally sinks his cock inside you. Your back arches against the mattress as he stretches you open, and he pants heavily while he resists the urge to fuck into you like a rabid beast. His thrusts are slow and shallow at first, but your warm, soft body enveloping his cock and your nails digging into his back urge him to move faster, harder, and deeper.
He comes with a roar and you whine at the sensation of his hot release painting your walls and marking you as his. He stares between your bodies and grinds his cock inside you so that he can trap his cum inside you a little longer.
Nothing in this world can fuck you or fill you the way the future demon king can, and he spends the rest of the day proving it to you.
BARBATOS // servant of two, master of one
When you send Barbatos teasing messages, you do so knowing that the likelihood of him being able to come see you anytime soon is slim to none. He's incredibly busy assisting Diavolo and taking care of other important work. Early in your relationship, you both agreed on reasonable expectations that took his many responsibilities into consideration. He doesn’t want to neglect you, but you don’t want to disturb him either.
He cherishes all the photos and videos you send him. They’re sentimental tokens he hoards selfishly for himself; they remind him that you love him and desire him like you've never wanted anyone else. If he’s too busy to call you or visit you, they offer temporary relief for the longing he feels. After he receives the message you sent him today, he has a new treasure to add to his collection.
He listens to your recording when he's completing mundane chores alone in the laundry room. No one else sees the butler’s infallible mask slip: his breath hitches slightly, and the freshly-laundered sheets slip from his fingers when his hands tremble with the sudden need to touch. He grunts and clenches his fists when your breathy crescendo of fuck–fuck–fuck—! ends with a broken cry of his name.
He feels unusually warm when the recording ends and all he hears is his own ragged breathing. His cock stirs in his pants and he takes a few minutes to calm himself and regain his composure. He can't perform his duties with a hard, throbbing cock ruining the crease of his pants. By the time he’s calm and leaves the room, he’s decided how to respond to you.
Barbatos has to prepare the Young Master's lunch next, but he has a bit of time to spare and walks to his bedroom first. He doesn't dare sit on the bed; fond memories of fucking you between his sheets might tempt him to linger. He doesn't call you either, even though he desperately wants to. He records a voice message for you instead, and he carries on with his work once he confirms you’ve received it.
You listen to his message from the comfort of your bed, you can tell right away that he sounds less composed than usual. His voice is a bit rougher, and it makes you giddy knowing you have that impact on him. You smile as you listen to his compliments and praise and he tells you (with explicit details) how lovely your surprise was. He asks for a favour from you, if you’re willing, and he gives you instructions for how he'd like you to use your toy next.
You lay back and let the soothing cadence of his voice guide your actions. You move the toy in and out of your body at the pace he commands. He coaxes you to the edge of pleasure but denies you over and over; despite how close you are, you stop when he tells you to. When he finally asks you to come for him, the breathless, pleading tone of his command shakes you to your core. He anticipates that you need a moment to recover, and the recording is silent until his gritty voice reminds you how good you are for him and how much he loves you.
You feel wonderful knowing that he'll be pleased with your obedience, and you send him the proof he asked for: another recording of yourself, and a picture of the new mess between your legs. Your body trembles slightly as pleasure fades and your body melts into the mattress. You relax in your bed, naked and cum-stained, and when your D.D.D. pings, you read his new message with a smile. He decided to rearrange his schedule after all, and he’s on his way to take care of you himself.
SIMEON // savor the moment
He’s not the most skilled when it comes to technology, but Simeon figures out how to play the recording you sent him. He heeds your warning that he should listen to it in private, and he escapes to the dimly-lit sanctuary of his bedroom and sits on the bed. Sometimes you send him voice messages about your day. Other times, you remind him how much you love him and miss him, and you confess how sinful your thoughts become when you think of him.
He’s shocked when he recognizes the sounds that filter through the speakers of his phone and fill his room. He’s heard them so many times when he makes love to you between his sheets (or yours), or on the sofa in the sitting room, and even once against the front door when he was too impatient to wait—
Whenever Simeon is with you, his carefully made plans to take you apart slowly and lovingly burst at the seams when he finally has his hands on your body. Everything about you is irresistible. He denied temptation for so long that he can’t control the raging passion inside him when he’s with you.
The sounds you make for him on this recording are a bit different though. It’s almost like you’re teasing yourself towards the edge, instead of hurtling towards it with abandon. Your moans and cries become breathier and louder and it’s the most beautiful symphony he’s ever heard.
He senses that you’re basking in the slow, sensual delight of touching yourself, rather than the passionate frenzy that often happens when you’re together. Even as lust stirs inside him and makes his cock swell, he’s stunned by your intimate gift made for him alone.
He loosens his belt and slips his hand inside his pants as he listens to you again. He spreads the pearly-white fluid leaking from the tip of his cock down his shaft. Pleasure blooms within him when the soft, wet glide of his strokes match your rhythm.
He lays back and wonders if you felt tormented by the temptation to move faster like he does now. How did you resist the urge to pump your toy into your greedy hole with desperation as you chased your release? You maintained your slow rhythm until the very end, and he desperately tries to do the same. It feels like you’re leading him to ecstasy; you’re the only person he would ever follow blindly without hesitation or doubt, because he loves you so.
The pleasure that warms his body and makes his limbs tremble feels like a wave cresting upon the shore. Your name falls from his lips in reverent sighs and gentle moans, instead of his usual harsh groans and mumbled curses that he muffles against your skin.
He strokes his cock slowly so he doesn’t come until you do. Despite the gentle pace, his orgasm still causes his back to arch off the bed as a long, whiny moan rips from his throat. He thrusts into his fist and the bed frame creaks slightly underneath him. Ropes of cum cover his belly and part of his chest. He lets go of his cock when he gasps from the sensitivity of wringing the last drops of pleasure from himself.
He catches his breath and sighs tiredly. He feels sticky and needs a shower and clean change of clothes. After he’s tidied up, you send him a message and ask if he wants to come see you. He’s tempted, but he invites you to dinner first; he wants you both to enjoy this slow, sensual seduction a little while longer.
SOLOMON // at your beck and call
Sometimes you forget that there's not much Solomon won't do for you. He's selfish with your time and greedy for your love and affection. He uses his (frighteningly immense) power as he sees fit, and he doesn't mind being irresponsible from time to time if it means giving you what you want.
Your little surprise is a welcome distraction from a boring meeting he was told he couldn’t miss. He excuses himself quietly when his D.D.D. pings, and he holds his phone to his ear and listens to the recording in the hallway outside. His soft smile sharpens into something wicked when he realizes what you sent him.
Anyone that might see him now would notice how his eyes grow darker as his pupils dilate, or that he adjusts himself discretely as his cock hardens in his pants. He doesn’t feel any hesitation or remorse when he abandons the meeting and teleports to his home where he knows you're waiting. (He'll make his apologies and excuses to the Sorcerer's Society later, after he's fucked your brains out.)
He re-appears in his bedroom and he's already unbuttoning his shirt eagerly, but his excitement deflates when he realizes his bed is empty. He knows you must be nearby; the scent of your musky arousal and sweat lingers near the bed. The sheets are still in disarray, and he can even see the small wet spots you made.
The sound of running water catches his attention, and he lets his shirt fall open as he approaches the half-closed door to the en-suite washroom. Your toy is cleaned and dry on the counter, and you splash water on your face with a tired sigh. You jump when you meet his gaze in the mirror, and you smile bashfully at his sudden appearance.
You didn't think he would really come, and he decides to remind you that nothing could possibly keep him away. He steps inside and embraces you properly so he can enjoy the feeling of your warm, bare skin against him. Your legs are still trembling slightly, and your scent is so much stronger now.
There's so much he wants to say–you're so beautiful, darling or you're a naughty thing, teasing me like that during my meeting–but he kisses you instead.
It's sweet at first, and he pours his love and desire for you into the kiss. Sometimes he wishes he were a more patient man, because your first whimper against his lips reminds him of all the delightfully carnal things he wants to do to you. The kiss becomes heated and passionate as your mouths slot together perfectly, and he matches your delighted noises with soft groans of his own.
His mouth coaxes your lips open, and he curls his tongue with yours as he backs you against the counter. The hands that cradle your face so lovingly slide down your body, and he groans as he explores the familiar dips and curves of your chest and waist. His hands smooth over the swell of your ass and he squeezes. He gropes the soft flesh a little more before grasping the back of your thighs and lifting you up.
You're lost in the loving haze of his kiss and make a startled noise in the back of your throat when he sets you on the edge of the counter. He pulls you flush against his chest and you gasp as the outline of his cock rubs against the wet, sticky space between your legs. The hunger in his eyes mirrors that of your own.
You fumble with his belt and pump his hard, leaking cock while his fingers tease your entrance. He moans at the delicious friction of your hand on him. He breathes out a stuttered sigh when your soft, warm walls welcome his fingers so easily.
You prepared yourself so well for him, and he can’t wait anymore. His hand curls around your hip as he removes his fingers and fucks into you with one deep stroke. He cradles your neck as your head falls back with a choked off moan. He nips at your throat and groans as your body clenches around him. His pace is fast and brutal, and even when you come on his cock and your legs tremble around his waist, you whisper his name over and over again and beg him for more.
My silly darling, he thinks when he carries you to his bed and fucks you again with renewed vigor, how could I ever resist you?
MEPHISTOPHELES // tied up
Mephisto is busy today with Newspaper Club business, but you send him his gift knowing he’ll listen to it eventually. After you catch your breath, you walk gingerly to your ensuite washroom to shower. There's a ping on your D.D.D. while you're stripping the sheets off your bed to wash them.
Mephistopheles: I'll pick you up at 7:00 tonight for dinner.
Mephistopheles: And bring the tie with you.
He doesn't even mention the recording, but his request for the tie makes you feel giddy with mischief. His unique fashion accessories are something you think only he can pull off. He comes across as pretentious, but you understand that the things he wears are a personal choice and not necessarily about his status and wealth. You tease him playfully from time to time about those particular ties he likes to wear, but he knows you like them, no matter how much you deny it.
You slipped one of his ties into your pocket when you were at his home a couple nights ago. You fetched the silky cloth from its hiding place in your dresser earlier; you got a whiff of his expensive cologne and the barest hint of his natural scent underneath.
It's what inspired you to make the recording to begin with.
It was clenched in your hand while you fucked yourself with your toy earlier, and the material is creased and a bit dirty with your cum now too. When you were still catching your breath, you snapped a photo and sent it to him. It was a blurry picture of your arm resting across your waist, but there's no way he could miss the dark, silk tie underneath your glistening fingertips.
His car arrives at seven o'clock sharp, and his driver steps out to open the door for you. You slide into the seat beside Mephisto. His expression is unreadable in the poorly-lit backseat, but he takes off his gloves and pats his thighs invitingly. You straddle his lap and his bare fingers grip your waist. He teases the bare skin just underneath the hem of your shirt.
"You're a terrible distraction, pet," he murmurs, and his voice sounds so rough that you squirm. He’s already hard and he grunts quietly when you rub against him. He glares at the smile blooming across your face, but there's no heat to it.
"I missed you," you say after you lean forward and press a chaste kiss against his mouth.
He licks his lips and hums. "Did you bring it with you?"
"You mean this?" You pull his crumpled tie from your back pocket and dangle it in front of his face. His eyes lock onto it immediately, and if you can smell yourself on it, you know he does too.
He tries to be discreet when he leans forward so his nose brushes against the fabric, and his eyes flutter slightly. There's a low purr rumbling in his chest and his pupils dilate noticeably even in the dark corner of the car.
His fingers dig into your hips when you lean against his chest. "You should probably remove the stains first before you wear this again," you whisper against his ear.
He groans when he tilts your head and captures your lips in a filthy kiss. There's nothing decent or composed about the way he starts grinding his hips up against you, or how his other hand slides under your shirt and scrapes his nails against your back.
You scratch lightly against his scalp and tug on his hair, and he breaks the kiss with a growl. He maneuvers you off his lap and pushes you back against the seat. His face hovers above your waist and his hand rubs against you through your pants. He can feel how damp you are already, and he makes quick work of undoing your pants. You lift your hips so he can shimmy them down your thighs.
He's too impatient to undress you properly, but he bends down and licks against the edge of your arousal. He waits until you meet his gaze and then he does it again, and he grins when you whimper his name.
"I thought you wanted to go out for dinner?" you ask breathlessly. This wouldn’t be the first time he's gotten frisky in the car, but you’re worried about being seen like this.
"We’re taking a scenic route," he explains with a groan, “but I want a taste of you first." He leans down with a smirk before he sucks you into his mouth.
RAPHAEL // inevitable defeat
Raphael hesitates only for a moment before he taps Play on the screen and puts his phone to his ear. He closes his eyes at the first soft sigh that escapes you. He swallows around the lump in his throat when you moan, and he bites his lip when he hears the faint sound of the mattress creaking beneath you. His ragged breathing matches the quick pace you use to fuck yourself with your toy. The wet, squelching sounds are obscene, but he's never heard something so sinfully beautiful before.
His body feels overheated, and the first beads of sweat start to roll down the back of his neck. When his name tumbles from your lips as you come, he squeezes the phone so tightly he's worried the case might snap in his fist.
He has responsibilities in the Devildom–tasks assigned to him from Michael, chores he splits with his roommates, the relationships he has to foster with demons as part of his mission. Meeting you was inevitable, and perhaps falling for you was inevitable too. Everything you are and all the things you say and do affect him–and this is no different.
He should be getting ready to leave for a meeting, but he's frozen in place and his body quakes as he tries to smother the lust coursing through his veins. How can he walk to RAD when his cock is hard and aching? How can he think or speak of anything else except how beautiful you are and how badly he wants you? No, it won't do at all–he'll apologize later for shirking his responsibilities.
Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.
He pushes his door closed and leans his forehead against the cool wood while he taps the screen and replays your message. He holds the phone to his ear with one hand while the other reaches into his pants and palms himself, slickened by the copious fluid leaking from the tip of his cock. He's so fucking aroused by you. You make an utter mess of him and you’re not even here. His hand is soaked with his own pre-cum, and the fast strokes of his cock sound as obscene as your noises do.
Sometimes he grunts in unison with you, and other times he echoes your moans with a bitten-off curse of his own. When he closes his eyes, it's so easy to picture you naked and writhing on his bed. He wishes he could smother his sounds against your bare skin as he fucks you. All he can do now is bite his lip so hard that he can taste copper on his tongue.
He comes with a deep groan moments after you do, and his door is painted with the ropes of cum that he can’t catch. He pumps himself through the aftershocks until he winces and his hand falls limply at his side. He pants heavily against the door as he catches his breath; his skin is hot and clammy with sweat, and he'll need to shower again before he goes out.
He glances at the pearly-white mess that coats his fingers and his clothes and the door. If he were a better angel, he would tell himself that poor self-control is responsible for this mess.
But he's not a better angel, because all he can think is, what a waste I couldn't come inside you instead.
THIRTEEN // the wild card
Thirteen’s reactions to your dirty messages are unpredictable, and today you have no idea what to expect once you send her the recording.
Sometimes when you send her a raunchy text, she sends you back something just as filthy. If you send her photos of your body (with or without clothing), she gushes about how gorgeous you are and how she can’t wait to see you in person.
There are times when she confesses how lucky feels that she met you. Those are the days when she comes to your bed (or sneaks you off to her cave) and keeps you up all night. She murmurs praise into your ear as she fucks you so slowly, and afterwards she rolls you over and begs for you to fuck her too.
You don’t hear from her by the time you change your bedsheets and clean your toy, and you decide to have a shower and plan the rest of your day. Maybe she’s busy doing reaper things? (She’s a bit tight-lipped about the things she does that she says delicate humans like you don’t need to worry about.) Or maybe she’s trying to prank Solomon again?
You leave your en-suite washroom with damp skin and a towel wrapped around you, and you yelp in surprise when you realize someone is sitting on your bed.
She giggles at your expression. “Aww, did I scare you? I just wanted to surprise you.” She pats her phone that’s next to her on the bedspread. “We’re both full of surprises today,” she murmurs, and you notice the way her eyes roam your nearly-naked body appreciatively. She leans back on her hands and spreads her legs wide so you can stand between them.
“I didn’t hear from you. I figured I’d see you at school,” you admit with a shrug.
She tugs playfully at the knot keeping the towel wrapped around you. “You can’t blame me for being a little late, lovely,” she says teasingly. The towel gives way after another stubborn tug of her wrist, but you don’t bother picking it up. Her eyes are scorching as she drinks in your exposed skin, and her strange eyes are the most striking when she stares at you like this.
“What do you mean?” you ask curiously.
Instead of replying, she leans forward and traces your mouth with her fingertips. You flick your tongue out to tease her, but you nearly moan when you recognize the faded taste of her cum. It’s not like anything you’ve ever tasted–it’s syrupy-sweet unlike anyone else’s you’ve tasted–and you eagerly suck her fingers between your lips.
“Sometimes I can’t wait to be with you either,” she confesses quietly as she watches your lips wrap around her fingers. Her other hand settles on your waist and dances along your hip and over the top of your thigh. “And I have to compete with all those fools for your attention,” she grumbles bitterly, but she leans forward and kisses your belly as her hand seeks out your arousal between your legs.
You gasp as she strokes you, and she pulls her hand away from your mouth so she can hold you steady as your legs start to tremble. Desire blooms inside you all over again. You feel so desperate, and it would be embarrassing how quickly you fall apart for her, if it weren’t for the lovestruck look in her own eyes.
“I only want you,” you whimper as your hips rock against her hand and your fingers wind through her hair.
“I know, lovely,” she coos sweetly, and she coaxes you into her lap as she lays back on your bed. She finally kisses you and curls her tongue with yours as she continues teasing you between your legs. One of her fingers slips inside you, and you both break away from the kiss with a gasp.
“You’re ready for me,” she whispers against your ear while her finger stretches your walls and brushes against the spongy spot instead. “But I’m ready for you too,” she confesses with a breathy laugh.
You reach down between her legs and slide your hand up her thigh. You noticed she was wearing a skirt today, but she’s not wearing any underwear. You moan when you feel her hot, wet heat against your fingertips. You gather some of her slick on your fingers and trace her clit with slow circles.
“Is it greedy of me to want all of you?” you whimper, and she adds a second finger inside you.
“This first,” she suggests as she rolls her hips against your hand and moans quietly, “and then I can fuck you after?”
“I wanna fuck you too,” and you hate how whiny you sound, but nothing would be more perfect than seeing her bouncing above you right now. You saw her bag on the floor near your bed; you know she came prepared for anything you wanted to do.
She crooks her fingers inside you and grins when you start to fall apart around her fingers. “Oh, lovely, I promise we’ll both get to have a little fun.”
MICHAEL // tranquil moments
Michael would love nothing more than to ignore all his duties when you visit him in the Celestial Realm, but sometimes his absence can’t be helped. He left you earlier that morning to meet with some other high-ranking angels, and he promised to return shortly.
He saw your message during the meeting but had to ignore it until now. He puts his phone to his ear so he can listen to the recording on his way to find you. He bites his lip to stop himself from groaning at the sounds you’re making in his ear. He rushes to his room while he tries to ignore his half-hard cock that starts tenting his robes.
He enters his room but he’s surprised (and disappointed) that you’re not there anymore. The bed is still unmade and the stain he touches with his finger is damp. He lowers his nose to the mattress and inhales your sweet, musky scent into his lungs. He doesn’t know where you are, but he knows how to find out. He taps your name on the screen and waits while the dial tone rings.
“Hello, Michael. I’m surprised to hear from you so soon. I thought you might still be busy.”
“Oh, I’m going to be very busy soon. Tell me, little lamb, where are you hiding?”
“It’s not much of a surprise if I tell you, is it?”
He listens to your airy laugh, and he strains to hear the noises around you. He can’t pick up anything at first, but then there’s a hushing noise across your end of the call, almost like a heavy breath, or the wind—
He grins when he glances out the window and sees the trees outside sway gently in the breeze.
“I’ll see you soon, little lamb.”
“I hope so.”
Michael finds you lying underneath the willow tree in his private garden. Your teasing smile widens when he shrugs off his robes and lets them fall onto the grass. The sight of his broad, naked body is enough to leave you breathless.
He kneels between your legs and braces himself above you. He holds himself steady on one arm while the other dips into your pants and he groans when he feels how messy you are. Two fingers slip inside you easily when he presses them against your entrance.
“You brought the Archangel to his knees in less than two minutes,” he mutters under his breath. His eyes glance down between your bodies as your hips rock against his hand.
“I want you so badly,” you whine quietly, and his throat feels thick with emotion when he swallows.
“Let me take care of you, little lamb,” he whispers before he kisses you. He peels your clothes off until you’re bare and trembling underneath him. Your thighs rest against his hips, and he distracts you with another deep kiss as he replaces his fingers with his cock.
He fucks you until your voice grows hoarse. He moans his pleasure into the crook of your neck when he comes shortly after, and he doesn’t think anything can feel more perfect than this: the sun shining on his back, a gentle breeze cooling the glistening sweat on his skin, and your body clenching around his cock while you moan his name like a prayer.
KARASU // new experiences
Karasu is too busy to notice the notification of your incoming message on his D.D.D., but his computer terminal alerts him so that he never misses something you send him. He can play the recording through his computer, but he raises his eyebrows at your warning to listen to the audio file in private. He slips on his headset and continues debugging some new code after he hits Play.
His fingers hover frozen over the keys when he hears the first soft sigh in his ears. By the time he’s listened to the entire thing—barely two minutes later—he’s breathing heavily and his fingers are digging into his thighs. His cock is hard against his zipper and he’s leaking in his underwear.
He plays the recording again and turns up the volume so he can hear you over the sound of his heavy, ragged breathing. Your moans and cries fill his body with hot, raw desire; the wet, rhythmic sounds of the toy you're fucking yourself with make him feel desperate.
He knows he can satisfy you better than that toy can. He can fuck you as hard as you want, as much as you want. Is that really what you want from him? He’s all you need. He tosses the headset aside and pushes away from his desk so he can prove it to you.
He shrugs on his coat to hide his erection and strides out of his office towards the elevator. He sends his assistant a message that he’s going to be off-site for a private matter and he shouldn’t be disturbed. As soon as he’s outside the building he works in, he unfurls his wings and takes off in a running jump.
You put on a bathrobe and start tidying up the bedroom after your morning activities. You haven’t heard from Karasu yet, but you hope he liked your little surprise. It’s the first time you’ve sent him something like that, but hopefully it gives him something to look forward to when he gets home.
You’re pulling the sheets off the bed to wash them when you hear a thud on the roof. You glance at the ceiling and shrug when silence follows. It's less than a minute later when you jump as the front door opens and slams closed. You hear loud, heavy footfalls of someone striding down the hall.
You recognize Karasu when he suddenly appears in the doorway, but the demon standing in front of you is different from the one you said goodbye to earlier that morning.
The air thrums with the power of his aura, and you realize you’ve never seen his true form before, not entirely. His wingspan is too wide for the doorway and he looks large in the cramped space. His suit is gone, and he’s wearing a sleeveless black muscle shirt and leather pants. He’s breathing so heavily that you think he might be hurt, but his eyes are blazing with something more intense than pain. You glance down and notice the outline of his cock straining against his pants.
It suddenly dawns on you why he’s here looking this way, and you feel bashful and flattered and a little confused that he left work in the middle of the day to see you. He doesn’t say anything, but there’s a quiet rattling noise emanating from his chest.
“I take it you got my message?” you ask awkwardly. He’s still staring at you with those glowing red eyes, and the rattling noise in his chest is louder now. “Did you…did you like it?”
He crosses the room faster than you can blink and he reaches for you. When he pulls you into his arms, he crushes his lips against yours with a deep groan. You wrap your arms around his neck and press even closer to him.
His hands fumble with your robe until he loosens the belt and slides it off you. His hands roam eagerly across your bare skin, and he walks you back towards the bed. He kisses you with a desperation you’ve never seen before, and you break the kiss with a huff of amusement. “The sheets are in the laundry,” you tell him with a glance towards the bare mattress.
“Don’t need ‘em,” he mutters in a rough voice, and suddenly his hands are on your hips and spinning you around. He pushes you forward and you balance your hands against the mattress.
His fingers are cool against your skin, and you shudder when he pushes your back into a deeper arch. He teases your entrance and moans when he feels how wet you still are and how easily his fingers slip inside you. He pumps his fingers a few times before he removes them just as quickly, and you gasp as the sudden emptiness. There’s a clink of metal sliding against metal behind you, and you groan when his cock slides between your ass cheeks and brushes against your hole.
“Tell me what you want,” he snarls against your ear when he leans over you and presses his chest against your back.
“You, I want you—“ your voice breaks into a cry when he sheathes himself to the hilt in one deep stroke.
His pace is fast and punishing, and the harsh sounds of his skin slapping against yours fill the room. He’s panting loudly against your shoulder and his grunts are punctuated by curses and the odd, animalistic noises he makes when words seem to fail him.
Karasu usually prefers to be face-to-face when he’s inside you, and he’s usually soft and almost hesitant when he explores your body. He never fucks you like this, but you’ve never felt so utterly consumed by someone before and you love it.
You can see glimpses of his fluttering wings from the corner of your eyes. One of his hands is curled around your hip, and the other is laced on top of yours on the mattress. Your breath hitches when you realize sharp talons have replaced his long, nimble fingers. He’s careful not to hurt you, but with every sharp snap of his hips, his talons dig long scratches into the plush mattress covering. You should be terrified that those same talons are wrapped around your hip to keep you still beneath him, but it only arouses you more.
Everything he’s doing to you sends you spiraling towards oblivion. You're so close to coming already; his cock grinds inside you so perfectly and his relentless pace makes you dizzy with pleasure. His rhythm is starting to falter, and you realize he won’t last long either. “Wanna come with you,” you whimper, and you feel his head nodding against yours.
“Fucking hell,” he groans. His thrusts seem almost desperate, and you can tell he’s trying to delay his own pleasure until you find yours first. “Touch yourself,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “I can’t—please—!”
It only takes a few strokes between your legs before you fall apart with his name spilling from his lips in a loud, shuddering cry. He gasps when your body tightens around his cock and he comes too. The noise that rips from his throat is like nothing you’ve ever heard before. He moans as he pumps his cock inside you until he’s completely spent, and there’s so much—you can feel his cum trickle down your thigh.
His cock softens and slips out of you, and his demon form fades away. He guides you down onto the mattress with him so you can both catch your breath. He holds you against his chest and peppers the top of your head with kisses. “Dear one?”
You glance at his face when you hear his hesitant tone. “Are you okay?”
He sniffs and your heart clenches when you notice how embarrassed he looks. “I should be asking you that. I was overcome, I don’t—I’ve never been like this before.” He looks away nervously. “With anyone.”
You cup his cheek softly and turn his face so he looks at you again. “It was unexpected, but I liked it.”
He wraps his arms around you and sighs. “I’m sorry if I startled you, but I’m glad you found it enjoyable.” He clears his throat. “And I would be agreeable to doing this again in the future, if you want.”
You laugh. “What, me sending you dirty messages at work, or you coming home from work so you can fuck me like this?”
Karasu’s nervous smile curls into a teasing smirk. “Both.”
Obey me nsfw hc’s! Ft: Thirteen, Belphegor, & Asmodeus
Warnings: Nsfw, cursing, somnophila mentioned in Belphie’s (not super detailed,) Thirteen refers to her strap as her “cock,” impact play, Oral (giving (Belphie,) Mommy Kink mention, Degradation, Belphegor is lowkey a freak, choking mentions, maybe ooc, watersports (Belphie,) gn!reader.
A/N: First time trying actual smut so sorry if it sucks lol, also haven’t written in ages 😭
Thirteen!
She’s definitely a switch, though she leans more towards being on top.
When she bottoms she’s pretty bratty, please put her in her place!!!
I personally think denying her would be the best way to punish her.
She would definitely beg and plead to cum ♡
She definitely has a mommy kink (receiving)
She’s also very into temperature and wax play.
When she’s on top, she’s bossy af and expects you to listen to her every whim (within consent ofc) if not, get ready for a good bad time.
She prefers to overstimulate you as punishment, sometimes she likes to deny you of your orgasm as well.
She’s big in dirty talking, she likes to degrade you and praise you at the same time.
Think “such a good little slut, you take mommy’s cock so well.”
Aftercare: is very important to her! Afterwards she makes to gently wipe you down, kissing any marks she left behind. Always runs you both a bath afterwards.
Belphegor
Okay I’m gonna be so fr you’re likely to be on top like 90% of the time.
That being said he’s still the one in charge for the most part.
Man is also a dirty talker, pretty much exclusively degrades you. Unless he knows you need a little extra love rn. (Don’t ask how he knows, he’s more in tune with your wellbeing than he lets on.)
When he subs for you he’s the biggest brat in the history of brats.
He likes his sex feral: let him choke you, or you can choke him, let him pull your hair, smack him, let him bite and mark you everywhere. Honestly all of these things could go either way and he’d be down.
Belphegor is definitely into somnophila, that being said if you don’t want to participate in it (whether it’s giving/receiving/ect) he won’t be upset. He’s cool with whatever, but he wouldn’t mind waking up to some good ol’ sloppy toppy.
This man probably freakier than described here. I could definitely see him being into water-sports, specifically on the giving end. Something about marking you with his piss really fuels his more possessive tendencies. If he was feeling particularly lazy and mean he might just straight up pee in you. 😖
Aftercare us kinda meh with him. He’ll hastily wipe you down with a damp rag before throwing it back into wherever he got it from. (Dw he’ll take care of it and put it in the laundry when he gets back up.)
Belphie does like to engage in pillow talk afterwards before he falls back asleep.
Asmodeus
Switch of course.
You want him to bottom? Done. Want him to dom? Done. Wanna fuck him till he’s too cock drunk to think or vice versa? Done and Done ✔️
Your pleasure is his pleasure ♡
He really doesn’t have a lot of no’s during sex, but he is not a fan of anything that could leave permanent marks on himself.
He would be hesitant to do the same to you, but if that’s what you really want he’ll do it, just don’t expect to do something like that to him next.
Moving on from his no’s , besides praise, I think lingerie would be one of his biggest turn ons.
Asmo loves to go shopping for all sorts of new lingerie sets, both for you and him. There’s just something so classy about it. Lingerie is like the gift wrap on a present, you and him being the gifts.
You can expect aftercare to be nothing short of lovely. He cleans you up with a very soft towel, then starts running a bath the perfect temperature. He has drinks/water in his room so you guys can rehydrate after y’all’s marathon sex.
If you’ll allow it, he will carry and lift you into the bath. He’ll kiss any sore spot and apologize. Normally during this time he likes to talk about stuff, (mostly more intimate/personal esque conversations.)
While you guys are talking he takes his time to massage all the knots in your shoulders, neck, and generally sore areas.
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Thirteen x Female!Reader (No genitalia mentioned but reader used She/Her pronouns.)
I am really bad at coming up with names 😭
Trigger Warnings: Oral (Thirteen Receiving), Reader gets called good girl, Hair tugging, Praise, Pet names (Baby and Sweetie), Bad writing, Mommy kink, No actual sex, Thirteen kind of tells Reader how to please her, Reader has no orgasm 😔, I don't know how to write orgasms 😔, and Cum eating.
This is my first time writing wlw smut, any feedback is welcome as long as you're not an ass about it.
Requests are open.
Thirteen groaned as you tounge touched her clit. Her left hand in your hair. Her right hand gripping at the sheets. Your toe gets tracing circles over her clit. Two of your fingers going into her hole. She moaned out her grip on your hair tightening as she wrapped her thighs around your head. Pushing your head into her pussy.
“Come on baby. You can do it for mommy.” She praises. Your fingers leaving her entrance replacing it with your tongue her scent intoxicating. Your fingers circling her clit. The hand in your hair forcing you into her pussy more.
“Yeah sweetie such a good girl.” She moaned out as your tongue lapped at her pussy. Teasing her entrance before putting your fingers back in going to suck at her clit.
“Fuck baby, gonna make mommy cum.” She moaned her thighs squeezing around your face more as she came her body twitching. Her thighs relaxing and letting go of your face after a couple seconds.
“Yeah you did so good for mommy sweetie, good girl.” She said brushing your hair out of your face giving your forehead a kiss.
English is not my first language, I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes.
A/N: I tried. Uhm yeah it might be a little bad so I'm sorry for that. I'll try to write wlw sex next but baby steps. Thanks to @cissyenthusiast010155 for some tips and boosting my confidence to write wlw smut. She's really nice so thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️
This is about wlw. Men please to not interact. Please and thank you. I have plenty of work ment for men! ❤️❤️❤️
(NSFW) (NSFW tags: oral on MC, partially clothed Thirteen, candlelight, mild sex magic, "darling"/"babygirl"/"sunshine" used on Thirteen, honestly pretty vanilla)
Word Count: +1,900
You’d never been in her room before – not because she hadn’t wanted to share her space with you, but simply because she wasn’t ready. Although Thirteen didn’t want to tell you, it was evident that she wanted your first time in her room to be perfect and memorable. If she could cement the feeling of you and her tangled in her bed into your head, maybe she could hold you there longer. So perhaps that was justification enough for her intensity – her absolute devotion to aesthetics and romance.
It wasn’t as if this was the first time you had ever been in her cave, including her level of life candles, but the amount of candles littering her bedroom surprised you. You turned to her with concern, “uhm, are these all – you know?”
“Of course not,” she laughed. “I would never leave any being’s soul in my bedroom – except perhaps yours.”
“Why would you put mine in here?”
“Because every part of you is precious to me.” Thirteen came up behind you and snaked her arms around your waist. She kissed your neck a few times before whispering against your skin, “including your soul.”
With your worry calmed, you were able to take in the atmosphere of her room. A dim, wavering orange glow was cast over the room like nostalgic summer evenings where the heat of the day was lost to your memory. Although there were some two-dozen lit candles all around, much of the light came from a massive, two-foot, pale-pink-almost-white candle sitting on a low table across from her bed. Against expectation, the scent in the room seemed to harmonize, but in fact, the only exuding source seemed to be the massive candle: sugared rose and amber, but also some faint enchantment.
Thirteen was still kissing your neck, soft lips smearing red along your skin. When you tilted your head in curiosity, she mistook it for a subtle cue and sucked on your skin enough to pull a sweet sigh from your lips before you could ask: “what’s with the big candle?”
“That is a fun little surprise I have for you,” Thirteen eased her kissing and resorted to resting her chin on your shoulder while she answered. “Asmo helped me create an enchanted candle that magically connects to my levels of attraction and arousal. He said that a lot of couples have been using it recently to prove their affection. In short, I really wanted to show you how much you turn me on.”
The large flame jumped and trembled before shining brighter than before.
“That’s a new one,” you noted. Jokingly you told her, “now think of Raphael.”
“Then I wouldn’t be able to see your gorgeous face,” Thirteen chuckled before she continued her work on your neck.
“Darling,” you spoke teasingly, but her hot breath and tender lips were getting to you. “You have, like, 30 more candles burning right now. You could still see me.”
“Shhh.” Cool air hit the hot marks Thirteen had been crafting on your neck. “Just let me compliment you.”
“Your room is about as weird as Barbatos’s.” The light in the room dimmed and Thirteen ceased her teasing. A thin and unsteady flame danced as she pulled you to her bed, casting long shadows along her bedroom wall. Her right hand gently pushed you down, each finger slowly spreading over your sternum as if she wished to caress your heart. With one knee on the bed and pressed against your outer thigh, she leaned over you.
The flickering candle cast a wavering uncertainty on her face, “you’ve been in his room?”
“Jealous?”
“Maybe a bit, but I’m sure you can remedy my jealousy.”
“How so?”
“Sit back and let me take care of you.”
The thin flame from before grew in strength, illuminating the tender smile on Thirteen’s face as she bit her lip. She crossed her arms and made quick work of taking her shirt off. Soft blue strands of hair cascaded down her chest, its light-yellow shine reflecting the ever-brighter candlelight. Uncharacteristically, Thirteen had a lacy pale pink bra on – a familiar pale pink.
“You color coordinated?” You teased her subtly for her underwear matching the enchanted candle. The flame jumped but didn’t fade.
“Maybe. Is that so wrong?”
“No, no. It’s really cute. I love it, babygirl.”
Thirteen buried her face in your neck as if to shade her eyes from the sudden brightness that overtook the room: evening into golden hour light. She muttered the word “unfair” against your skin before she pulled back to stare down at you. Even in the newfound light, Thirteens eyes dilated almost to full circles. She adored your eyes on her – almost as much as she adored getting her hands on you. She pushed you on your back and straddled one of your thighs as she crawled over you, her hair tickling your face and shading you from some of the light in the room.
The moment her warm lips touched yours, you could feel her hand wandering your body in desperation: caressing your arms and down your stomach until her hands were just above your crotch. You restrained your need by entwining your hands in her hair. As her hand rubbed gentle circles around you, you could feel her grind her hips against your thigh. Much to her pleasure, you lifted your leg slightly to increase the pressure. Thirteen moaned into your mouth in response.
Despite a desire to deepen the kiss, she pulled back from you, heated pants colliding in the short distance between your mouths. It was enough for you to open your eyes and look at her. A faint pink blush painted her cheeks, and her eyes were lidded and lust filled. The room seemed brighter again, but it could have been the result of transitioning from darkness to light so quickly. When she spoke, every word was weighed down with breathless passion. “I need more of you.”
“Then take it.” That was all the permission she needed.
Thirteen liked to tease that making all her traps made her skillful with her hands, but it also made her quick. Her pants hit the floor, followed by all of your clothes a minute later. She loved the sight of your body, completely bare, beneath her – so much so that the flame flickered and grew as if it wanted you to feel more exposed. A sudden embarrassment overcame you.
“You’re staring so much,” you reminded her. In spite of the small nervousness that she drew from you, you still had the good sense to caress her thigh and gently pull her closer to your body until her wet panties had come in contact with your thigh. With less clothing in the way, she was even more sensitive.
“I eat with my eyes first,” she teased as her hand found its way between your thighs, feeling you up and expertly applying pressure to sensitive areas with her fingers.
“And with your hands second?” you teased back.
“Exactly,” Thirteen smiled before repositioning herself between your legs.
She moaned against your thighs and flicked her tongue over you. Every kiss and slow, deliberate lick drove you wild. She had the power to ruin you. As much as you wanted to shut your eyes and relinquish yourself to physical pleasure, you couldn’t take your eyes off her. The hunger in her eyes as she glanced up at you, the eagerness evident in the movement of her tongue – everything she did was so erotic. Yet somehow, almost more erotic was the way the light bounced around the room. The enchanted flames jumped and burst into a strong glow. The dancing and dying shadows played on Thirteen’s beautiful face.
“Why is the candle doing that?” You asked, every other word punctuated by ragged breathing as she brought you closer and closer.
“Because I can’t get enough of you,” Thirteen admitted between kisses and licks. Her mouth was slick with saliva and your fluids. Still, she sounded more melodious than ever. Maybe it was the sweetness of it or the honesty or something about her desire being so genuine that made it harder to hold back.
Another wave of pleasure came over you, and you bucked your hips against her eager tongue. It was as if she had been anticipating your desperation, waiting for the perfect moment to make use of her lovely hands. You couldn’t hold back a loud moan. The pressure was building – released in panting, trembling, and twitching. In your aching need, you snaked your hand into her hair and gently guided Thirteen into giving you everything you needed.
You squeezed your eyes shut and repeated her name like some ancient love spell. That seemed to heighten her desire as her moaning deepened and her tongue became almost greedy. She wanted you to cum for her more than you did, and she was going to get what she wanted. “Do it, cum for me.”
A few more firm flicks of her tongue, combined with the vibration from her moans, pushed you over the edge. You were glad your eyes remained shut or the room might be spinning. Teasingly, Thirteen rolled her tongue in circles around you as you came down from your climax – overstimulating you just enough to pull a gentle whine from your lips.
You opened your eyes dreamily to a room that was bright like the sun had finally found its way to the Devildom. Thirteen’s adoring gaze gave you all the warmth you could desire.
“You’re so cute when you cum,” she grinned and crawled up over you.
Encircling her waist, you pulled Thirteen flush against you. “You’re so cute when you make me cum, babygirl.”
A blush found its way back to Thirteen’s face, which was especially evident in the bright candle glow.
“Or maybe I should call you sunshine now?” you chuckled. “I’m a bit spent, but what do you say I take care of you now, sunshine?”
“Uh-um,” she made a noise and shook her head “no.” All the while, a blissful smile was plastered on her face. “I just want to lay with you for the rest of the night. Can I take a rain check and ride your face in the morning or something?”
You couldn’t resist laughing at her blunt request. She seemed to be settling in against your chest, and you couldn’t disrupt her peace. So, you placed a kiss on the top of her head and smoothed her hair down. “Sounds like the perfect way to wake up.”
“Good.” You could feel the grin on Thirteen’s face widen against your bare skin before she turned her head just enough to place a kiss on your chest.
“But, sunshine, before you drift off to sleep. Can we do something about the you-love-me candle? It’s too bright in here because of, you know, how much you want me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Thirteen faked annoyance while nuzzling into you. “Just press the button on the remote on the nightstand. I made a trap to blow out all the candles so you can stay here in bed with me.”
“You are the only person who could incorporate a trap into aftercare.”
“You know you love me.” Thirteen spoke slowly as if the words were losing to her exhaustion. She was right. You adored her and all of her weird antics. Her trap did it’s job and you were released into the dark oblivion of Thirteen’s room, with only her gentle breathing and warm touch to anchor you there.
A/N: Okay, I'm a little bit late, but I hope you enjoy it. I did my best with a character we don't know much about, so I hope I did her justice.
cw: f!reader, creampie, dubcon if you squint, pet names (cutie, baby, sweet thing). no real power dynamics mentioned but reader is more submissive. 20+ only — 19 and under dni
You know, it gets super cold the closer you are to the summit of Mt Imminent Death. So it’s better for you and Thirteen and Solomon to all stay in the same tent at night. Yeah, for warmth. No no, it’s better to take all your clothes off. Skin to skin contact is ideal for heat transfer, right? Oh, poor baby, the sweet human is still shivering. Thirteen can help with that, don’t mind the way she slips her fingers between your thighs. And Solomon can help with the goosebumps forming on your breasts, just let him hold them in his big warm hands. That’s such a cute little whimper you make when he tweaks your nipple, don’t mind their giggles and smirks at your noises.
Press your face into Thirteen’s chest alright? You can suck on her breasts, she’ll like that, and your warm breath will help her stay cozy too. Oh? Yeah her fingers fit so nicely in your pussy, and it’s so warm and tight. Let Solomon feel too, okay? Aww there you go, now both of them can make you feel better. You need to get your heart rate up if you want to stay cozy! Let him press kisses into your neck, the closer he is the better.
Ahh you feel him behind you don’t you? His cock is hard listening to your moans. No no, don’t whine as he and Thirteen pull their fingers out. Just let him push himself inside and you’ll feel so much better, so nice and full.
Shh shh it’s okay, Thirteen isn’t going to be rough, just let her push your head right down to her pussy okay? Can you dart your tongue out to play with her clit? It’s only fair, she’s helped you feel good and now it’s time to return the favor. There you go baby, you’re doing so well. And do you hear Solomon’s moans? He’s feeling so much better now, your wet heat wrapped around his cock has him really pounding into you.
Yes, they know, it’s hard to breathe with your nose buried in Thirteen’s pretty pubes. Do you feel the way she’s shaking? She’s so close, and all because of you! You’re close too aren’t you? Y’know, once Solomon cums in you, your belly will feel so warm and full.
Just like that, breathe through it cutie. Aww, Solomon’s even playing with your clit now to help you cum. You can scream, don’t worry, they know you can’t help being loud. Thirteen’s just going to hold your head there while she cums on your face, there you go!
You’ve done so well, give Solomon a kiss won’t you? Yeah, you’re panting cuz you worked so hard! And there, now that he’s tasted her on your tongue, he can cum too! Doesn’t it feel good? They know you like it.
Lean back now baby, just like that. Thirteen wants a taste of your pussy now too, see the way she’s lapping at Solomon’s cum dripping out? She’ll take good care of you, promise. Shhh, you’ve done so well, just let them have a little more fun. Why not suck on Solomon’s cock? He’s still so hard, will you help him? So good, you’re so good for him.
Don’t worry sweet thing. They’ll keep you warm all night long.
Needy. You will never not be constantly hanged off of and loved on if they have anything to say about it
Possessive and protective. A man looks at you? He’s missing before the day is over. He dares to flirt with you? You’re going to hear his screams for quite a while
Cuddle piles, you’re laying down for one second too long and suddenly you have thirteen witches whining for affection
Overstimulation. You’re not leaving their grasp until you can’t walk from the pleasure they give you, purring as they make you cum so hard you see stars. Even more so because they all want a turn with you.
Very in touch with you and your needs. You forgot to eat and now your being carried to the kitchen to help steal snacks. You made the mistake of mentioning a lil praise kink and suddenly your pounced on and being told. “C’mon sweet girl, take it for us, such a good, pretty girl.”
