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bioluminescent ovipositor 🤤
Thinking of eggs in the butt again.
Specifically, I’m thinking of small eggs and big cock that deposits them.
Specifically-specifically, I’m thinking about trying to hold them in- for any number of reasons. Getting railed to high heavens and then not wanting to feel empty again with a full tummy, and struggling after getting your ass wrecked.
Maybe a lil cockwarming after the fact, because lord knows you can’t keep them in on your own, and maybe the sight of your lower belly just a little paunched out turns whatever egg-laying fantastical bedmate on a little.
Feel like some thigh riding could also be quite helpful in this circumstance, too. It might not feel quite as secure as a thick cock, but the pressure of a steady thigh between your legs could be enough to help in not making a mess
Takes eggs, belly stuff, desperation, and fantastical aspects/size diff and wraps it all in a pretty little bow. Yippee!
Can you describe what it was like putting the eggs in and them sitting there in you while you were playing video games please? Even your small descriptions of it were so hot
it was sooo good tbh. i could just feel the egg as this constant weight in me, and it was comfy at first but after maybe 15-20 minutes i started getting vague pushy feelings that only got worse the longer i kept it in
when i got up to do stuff it was so so hard to not push because standing means gravity is helping get the eggs lower lol
i kept giving in and doing little tiny pushes that weren't enough to actually do anything, and then when i was ready to birth it i had my legs spread on my bed... but it didn't work so i ended up having to go into a deep squat to really open myself up, and i could just feel the egg going lower until my pussy was bulging out, and then it stretched me wide and it was out <3
need so much more oviposition where the top is the one struggling. laying eggs in someone can be tough and they need to be coaxed and comforted and told how good of a job they’re doing because the eggs are so big and it’s so exhausting…..
t e n t a c o o l
B)
yeah puppyboys are cute and awesome but what about kittyboys. anxious kitties that get jealous whenever you go places or have a friend over. quiet little kitties that just want to cuddle with you in the dark. shy kitty that gets overwhelmed easily and depends on you. bratty kitties that act out when they're wet and needy,, so that you'll "punish" them accordingly,,
(me btw im kitty. this is propaganda.)
a cute boy on his knees looking up at me like :333 would fix me rn
Need a pleasure dom in my life. Someone who gets off on forcing as many orgasms as they can out of me- despite me pleading and begging for them stop.
"I'm sorry, angel. You just look so cute!"
Forcefully opening my thighs when I try the close them.
"Shhh, can't you just give me one more? Then we're done? I promise!"
Kissing away my tears and grinning because they know just how good they're making me feel.
Hhhhhmmmf.....
flustered bunny whose ears flop down when you kiss him softly while babying him in your lap. burying his face in the crook of your neck as you grind slowly and pin his hips in place, too embarrassed to tell you how good you feel, but his cotton tail twitches & wags give him away.
Satan and Asmo don't get enough love so is it possible to ask for a yandere Yuki onna for one of them? Thank you for reading this even if you don't do it. Since you said you're tired on the mummy ask please be sure to get plenty of rest btw!
You're so damn sweet. I'm fine, Both of us are fine. And your right, I hardly write for Asmodeus and Satan is a close second. I hope you enjoy.
Yuki Onna Satan and Asmodeus as yanderes with GN-Reader SFW
Satan
Appearance
Pale, pale skin. Satan’s skin is as pale as ice, nearly translucent, and right under his eyes, where dark eyebags would be, they are replaced with icy blue. His hair is white as freshly fallen snow.
His hands are some of the only places with blotches of color. In brighter lights or direct candlelight, it looks like his hands are stained with blood. His hands possess claws as well, inhuman ones. They look more like exposed bone than fingernails.
His attire is traditional-looking, neatly pressed white cloth with blue horizontal lines. And just like his hands, they look stained with blood under bright lights and in candlelight.
When he walks, he seems to leave a frosty smog around him. It trails slowly around him and even shimmers a little.
Cold Heart
He lives in an old abandoned inn deep in the mountains with nothing else around for miles. He ventures out when he can feel people’s heat outside in the blizzarding snow. He invites travelers back to the inn and warms them up. He was not doing this out of the kindness of his heart. Far from it, he was doing it for much darker and more selfish reasons.
He sits them down, offers them food and extra blankets as he asks their reasons for coming. He’s interested in the outside world even if he can’t explore it. He doesn’t get travelers often, so most of the time when they tell him the word of the outside world, there’s always big news. He finds it fascinating.
He also asks them for tales of their travels or stories they’ve heard. He listens intently. Once they run out, the lights go out with a sudden chilly wind, and he dines on their warm flesh and blood. If their stories are exciting and they are kind, he'll give them a quick death, freezing them solid.
He rifles through their belongings, pulling out interesting things and putting them in his own personal belongings, taking what he likes and throwing away the rest.
Spending time with you
Satan had found you just like every other human. He didn’t think anything special of you as he brought you back to the inn and gave you blankets, but when he asked you for stories, he was blown away that you had tons of your own. Stories you had come up with yourself and passionately recalled them all with such an excited look, like cupid with an arrow he fell right in love.
So he held off on devouring you, but every moment he held your gaze, he could feel his heart flutter and the excitement he had from just being around you was intoxicating. He loved seeing you look over his books all snuggled up in old blankets.
He’d sit with you in front of a window and watch the snow with you, reading over your shoulder. Or if you read to him, he’ll snuggle up closer to you and he doesn’t even notice. He’s cold, but his enthralled face is worth the chill.
During the night when you sleep, sometimes you can hear your door opening and you can feel eyes on you. You know it’s Satan, but you can hear him happily humming to himself. A small booklet you remember with a song printed inside that you liked. Even if it might be a bit weird for you, it always puts you right to sleep.
At one point, before you are ready to leave, Satan asks you to stay, or at least return to him afterward. He- He’s fallen for you and he’d like to have you as his partner. He’s never felt this way about anyone. He leans his head on yours and you can feel his chilled body, something you have grown accustomed to. If you accept, he’s thrilled, picking you up and holding you close, and blushing, asking for a kiss. You laugh; it’s the first time he’s ever blushed and his lips are cold.
Dark tendencies
If you refuse, though, he’s frowning and trembling. Don’t leave him. A chill fills your bones and he grabs your wrists and tells you you don’t have a choice, trapping you in an icy cage of large jagged ice beams.
He watches you sleep. Even after his lullaby, he just watches you with the light of the moon catching on the falling snow falling over your peaceful form. You are so radiant and so brilliant. A gift from the gods, truly.
After your arrival, he doesn’t let any other humans come to his inn. He lets them freeze to death or simply eats them there and then, making sure to get the blood off him before returning home.
Asmodeus
Appearance
Asmodeus is as beautiful as freshly fallen snow and as cute and sly as an arctic wolf. His skin is pearly white, pristine and flawless, without marks or scars. And his hair is soft and silky and has almost an iridescent quality to it when in the right light.
His eyes are sparkling and hard to look away from, and just below them look like lines of blue and white just on the lower eyelid, making his stunning eyes stand out even more somehow.
His clothes are a bit big on him, and he lets the collar fall over his shoulders, exposing a bit more of his icy pale skin. His clothes are mostly white, and they have a teal tortoiseshell design with a snowflake in the center of each.
He wears beautiful hair pins and accessories that jingle slightly with every movement he makes; silver and gems gleam even in low light.
When he walks, his bear feet leave an icy trail, a small layer of frost with each footprint.
Icy Seduction
His home is a small house, nothing grand or fancy besides its cleanliness and beautiful décor. It’s lit up with lanterns at night, attracting lost prey. Like moths to a flame, he sits and waits for them to come crawling and shivering to him.
When they arrive at his door he invites them in, offers them a drink, blankets, and even a small fire as he butters them up. 'How scary, lost in the snow. You're very lucky to have found my home!' He's slowly hanging off them in a matter of time. 'It's so lonely here all by myself…' his lips hovering close to theirs, 'Maybe you can keep me company…'
His kiss steals the life out of humans, sucking them dry with a long desperate kiss as he eats them. Once their life is gone, he may freeze them and keep them if they're pretty, or just devour them if they don't meet his tastes.
He has a small forest where he keeps his ice statues of his frozen victims. When he's bored, he walks through and hangs off them, acting as if they're still alive.
Spending time with you
You were going to be another one of his victims. After arriving at his doorstep, he invited you in as usual, but as he offered you blankets and a warm drink, you stood up and wrapped a blanket around him, concerned he was cold himself.
You were constantly concerned about his well-being, asking if he was okay since his skin was just as cold as the chill outside. He was embarrassed by the constant attention and concern for him. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go!
But of course, you just had to be the perfect human that he was so damn scared of. He’d heard others of his kind falling in love with simple humans. Such a great powerful yokai being bound and adoring such simple and carless creatures. He always hated the thought, but now there he was fawning over a human that was worried about his health even though he was almost frozen solid.
He spent his time watching over you, and even when he tried not to get close, you wormed your way into his heart with simple, kind gestures. He wanted to eat you, but every time he leaned in close and saw those trusting eyes, he suddenly felt sick to his stomach.
Some nights, you come and just sit with him, pulling him into a blanket and falling asleep on his shoulder. He’d pull you close and hold your warm body through the cloth of the blanket. As much as he tried, he found himself enjoying the simple touches you gave him. He loved and wanted more of them.
Dark tendencies
Leaving? No, you aren’t leaving. You can’t just come into his life and make him question everything just to leave him wanting. Not a chance. He won’t kill you, he’ll keep you. Nice and safe and warm.
Chained and with only enough room to wander around the house, Asmodeus even started a garden for you. It’s not much at all, but it’s enough to keep you fed when travelers aren’t around.
But if you try to run while he’s off hunting, you’ll find his collection of others frozen to keep him company. He’ll find you. He could tell when the snow had moved, even when you tried to cover your tracks. He’ll find you. You’re his. He doesn’t like it when things he likes try to run away from him. Make that mistake again and he’ll make sure you can never leave again.
Just please… love him so he no longer feels so empty.
Arachne Lucifer and Satan x human gn reader (nsfw) please ?
🕷️Arachne Lucifer and Satan🕷️ with GN- Reader NSFW
Lucifer
Foreplay
He’s quick to notice when you are aroused. He can nearly smell it in the air when it comes to you, picking up the scent almost instantly and slowly stalking towards you with long strides and a teasing smirk.
He'll slowly get closer and trail his hands from your shoulders and hint at your feelings: "Are you feeling a bit feverish, my little moth?" Or "My little dragonfly, are you thinking of something you shouldn’t?" He has bug-like nicknames for you, though he only uses them when he is teasing you or in a playful mood.
He’ll sit you on his abdomen, trailing his fingers over your skin. It's almost ticklish, but it leaves you wanting, and those touches are only picked up if you plead or demand him.
Soon he'll pick you up, holding you by a single arm and a few legs, or even stick you to his web before playing with your sex. Painfully slow in trying to get you so lost in your own lust that you nearly cry, screaming or begging him to just fuck you already. He loves it when you, his little prey, are at his mercy. But he does take pity on you.
Sex
His dick is long and far from human. At least a foot long, with two points swirling into one, a pointed tip, and a few fleshy bumps running underneath. The coloration goes from a bright red to a pitch black a few inches from the pointed tip.
He's very careful with you, never forcing you to take too much of him, but he’s obsessed if you can. Staring at the shape of you taking so much. Such a perfect little human, such perfect prey for him.
He is slow and deep, driving you insane from the inside out. And he holds you firm, so you have no choice but to be at his mercy. He’s smiling widely as you feel his red fangs bright on his many eyed face along with his eyes all focused on you.
He enjoys overstimulating you, watching your body tremble in his web as your eyes roll into the back of your head. It was a wonderful sight for him. Allow him to do everything, and allow him to make you feel like putty just as you do to him.
When he does, cum it feels like a small fountain dripping out of you but he doesn’t just cum inside you once, not even twice, he does it until you can’t take it any more. You look so wonderful, so, so delicious.
Aftercare
He's quick to cuddle you after making sure you're fine and nothing was sprained or hurt. He's somewhat overbearing during this, but at least it shows just how deeply infatuated he is with you and how much he cares for your well being.
He kisses any sores you might have as he peels away any webbing you might have stuck to you. Kisses that are returned are met with a deep blush and a soft muttering from him, but he pulls you even closer.
If you need a soak, he's happy to help you wash, even happy to hold you with a pair of legs as you do so you don't fall over. Whatever you need he'll get it for you. He did so much, after all. Let him reward you for taking him so well.
Helping you with the mass amounts of cum is his favorite part. He kisses your thighs as he helps get it out. Kissing your ankles as he finishes cleaning with a proud grin.
Satan
Foreplay
You want to have sex? A small grin appears on his face. He’s happy to oblige.
He’ll knell down so he’s somewhat closer to your size and pull your back against his chest, cupping your sex with one hand, tracing the fingers of his other hand around your mouth and using his pedipalp to hold you by the waist in place.
He’s whispering dirty things into your ear as his fingers slowly move inside you. Both in your mouth and inside you. All while chewing on your ear, careful of his fangs.
He does try to use his pedipalps, even if they are a bit bigger than his fingers. He'll let you grind on them, and he'll grind back.
Sex
His dick also looks like two swirling up into one, pointed tip with a bumpy underside, but his is a neon green, like his teeth moving to a pitch black. His is a bit smaller, just under a foot by an inch.
He then quickly thrusts into you, nearly splitting you in half. He's aware of your limits, so he's always teasing them. Dancing around them by a hair-thin line, though never went over. He wouldn't want to hurt, or well, break you.
He does want you to feel good, though. So he nips at your sensitive areas, just teasing them with his fangs, and while they seem so sharp, he's never nicked your skin once, even with you moving around.
He's fast, his pace almost blinding as he teases you, but even he's holding back his own moans. Move back with him or use some dirty talk of your own, and he won't be able to hold them back any longer.
He cums so much more than any human. So much that you feel bloated after he finishes, and when he pulls out it gushes out of you.
Aftercare
He knows just how drained you can be, so he doesn't let your feet touch the ground. You couldn't really feel them anyway.
As embarrassed as he is about it, he's always prepared, using baby wipes and patches for any sore spots and always has water close by to give you.
He gets all flustered when everything is calmed down, but he doesn't stop showing his love or concern. He offers to help you in any way he can and smiles when you take him up on his offer.
He'll help you with the mass amounts of cum, but seeing it leak out of you is enough to turn him on again. Though he tries to hold himself back. You can't help how tasty you look right now.
🕷️Arachne Satan🕷️ as a yandere GN- Reader SFW
Appearance
Satan stands at around 8 feet tall and has a huge leg span, which if he pushes his body upward, he can dwarf any human in size. His thorax and abdomen are a smooth jet black as well as his legs, though he has a bit of white near the joints. His legs end with paws rather than points like some other Arachne.
He has two pedipalps which are tipped with claws that look like fangs. The claws are a dark black, though they have an undertone of green to them.
He has four pairs of eyes made in a circle around his face, with two smaller ones on his forehead, his main eyes, and two smaller ones below. They’re all a bright teal and shine in the dark.
He has two long canines colored a toxic looking green and has a nasty venom which makes anything he bites seize up with painful muscle spasms.
Web Spinning
His webs are extremely strong and are densely packed around his room, but they all come to a funnel shape in which he sleeps. It’s filled with blankets, pillows, and even a few books.
His web is connected to every book in his room, so if he wants to from his bed, he can pull any book he wants to read without moving. He can also tell if someone has taken any, which really sets him off. He’ll bite the thief and let them seize in terrible pain.
He doesn’t mind being out in public but prefers to have time to himself in his room with his books. He’s nowhere near Leviathan.
Spending time with you
He adores reading with you. He can tell when you’re about to knock on the door and pulls his webs to open it and has spun a web so you can sit on a swing and pull you up to his bed. He always greets you with a smile as you meet him at the entrance of his funnel bed.
He likes visiting interesting places with you and doesn’t mind you riding on his back so you can get there faster. With how long his legs are, it’s hard to keep up with you. He often does this when exploring libraries with you and he’s looking at the ceiling high shelves. When he’s looking over books, he has you cradled in his legs, letting you sit or swing in them as you read or talk.
He absolutely adores playing chess, checkers, or any strategy type game with you. He’s great at them and if you manage to beat him, he’s not upset. In fact, he’s quite shocked and proud of how clever you are. If you’re not good at them, he’ll puff out his chest with a smile and offer to teach you.
He loves cats, but they’re terrified of his large appearance, so he often ropes you into trying to get you to befriend them and have you introduce them to him so they don’t just run or swat at him.
He’s thrilled when you sleep with him. He’ll pull you up to his bed and hold you on top of him as he hugs you with his arms and his legs.
Dark tendencies
When his brothers flirt with you, he can feel his fangs itching to bite them, and if they touch you, he’s already lunging at them, fangs dripping with his venom and ready to beat them to a pulp. After he picks you up and carries you away in his arms to someplace private.
Indulging any of his brothers is even worse. Once he finishes dealing with them, he wraps you up in a tight web and strings you in his room. He sits there angrily just staring at you, or if he’s really pissed, he ignores you for a book.
He’ll only let you down after he’s calmed down and you’ve told him you love him and prove it by spending more time with him away from the others or giving him a kiss that makes his heart race, maybe even if you read to him while sitting on his lap.
If anyone outside his brothers tries their luck, they’re quick to disappear. Having been bitten with tons of venom, Satan sat there with a blank expression just watching their muscles twitch and foam from their mouths and painfully and slowly pass.
Misc stuff
Under certain lighting, his body glows a faint light green and he gets really embarrassed about that.
Much like Belphegor, Satan uses his web along with Belphegor to prank Lucifer. They love to create elaborate trip wire traps.
Satan can leap out so fast at things he seems to teleport. He doesn’t use it much though.
Can you do some pred/prey play headcanons for the brothers and sides characters and maybe some fear play NSFW if its ok
I could only end up doing three, like I said try keeping it to three. if you'd like more you can request again. Requests are always open.
Predator and Prey with Lucifer, Mammon, and Satan GN-Reader NSFW Lucifer Hunting
Mentioning the idea of hunting, you got his interest perked. He certainly didn’t expect anything like that at all, but he’ll oblige. You really are something else.
He figures a forest would be best suited for what you want, and he makes sure there are no nasty beasts in there beforehand. But during his studies, he finds himself getting excited.
He makes a big show of bringing you to the location, giving you a blindfold before escorting you to the edge of the forest. He gives you a small pat on the head and reassures you, asking you if you remember your safety word before peeling your blindfold off and sending you in with a five-minute head start. If you look back, you can see his eyes narrowed and half-lidded as he licks his lips and his wings filling in and flapping lightly.
Lucifer is a silent and deadly hunter. He knows how to stir up fear in his prey without even showing himself. The key is the sounds. Make them paranoid and never sure where you're at. Let your imagination run wild. Nothing you can do will be more terrifying than what their brain fills in.
Catching
It’s not long before he catches you, using surprise and aerial moves to quickly grab you and force you down to the ground as he uses a beautiful bright red rope to start tying you up.
He likes a bit of a fight, so he has an excuse to spank you, getting to see your body shiver as his palm hits your rear and the sounds are delightful.
Once you are tied up, he starts working to tie you with shibari as he pulls the clothes off you, ripping them if he has to. He’s not afraid to hold you down with his boot if he has to. But he leaves you tied up with such a nice design and the ropes don’t even chafe you. He then blindfolds you and you can hear him toss down his jacket before throwing you down onto your legs held open by a red rope.
He masturbates you for a bit, telling you how good his prey looks like this, and if you're good and make even better noises, he’ll make you feel even better. Soon enough, he’s thrusting into you with wild jerks and sheer force you've never felt or seen before. Using those ropes to hold you and force you deeper onto his dick, it feels like his self-control is only hanging on by a thread as he all but devours you.
When he cums he pulls you back as far as you can go, and it feels so warm inside of you, its warmth spreading all over you as you cum.
Mammon Hunting
He spits his drink out when you tell him, and his face has never been more heated. His demon form quickly shifts from the huge amount of shock, never in his whole life did he think of something like that.
It would take a lot of convincing and teasing on your part before he would agree. He’s so flustered by the idea and he’s so worried about hurting you. He remembers the time your wrist was hurt and he doesn’t want to see you like that again. Reminders that this is playful will quickly help your case, though. After a bit, he’ll relent for two reasons, he wants to make you happy, and since you had the patience with him, he’ll do it, and something deep down inside him, a demonic instinct, almost purrs at the idea of being able to claim you as his own in the most primitive way.
He finds a nice old warehouse and even goes inside to make sure there is nothing there that could seriously injure you. He goes late at night, so you don’t catch him. But when the night of the day you both choose comes, he’s a bit more excited, but his face still has a flush to it, but he still has his cocky demeanor as he swats your ass and grins, telling you you have a few minutes' head start.
He’s a loud, very vocal hunter. He loves to give you hints as to how close he is to you, only to suddenly be gone in a second and make those noises behind you. It's a mind game designed to make you freak out and pounce when you least expect it. It's just way more fun that way.
Catching
He leaps on you when he finally gets you and tumbles around with you for a moment before pinning you to the ground with a broad grin on his face like he just won a million grim. "Caught you." before kissing you like you’re his only way to breathe.
He’ll then use both arms to hike you up and carry you to a room he's had locked up. Inside is a pristine mattress, which he plops you down on and sits on your hips as he strips himself grinding against you as he does so.
As a prize for catching you, he has you suck his dick, and it’s one of his favorite treats. He loves your mouth, so warm and wet, and just the sight of his dick being sucked by you so wonderful and blissful, he might just cum right then and there. It’s one of his favorite sights.
Once you’ve got his dick wet enough, he’s quick to pull out and just go fuck you with everything he’s got holding you down as he pushes himself as close to you as possible so he can feel your skin on his.
He’ll cum a lot, more so than usual, and if you bring it up he’ll shut his mouth and refuse to acknowledge it while he helps you clean yourself and you up, covering you with his jacket as he does.
He’ll have a hard time admitting it plainly, but it wasn’t as scary as he thought it was and if you proposed it again, he would jump at the idea.
Satan Hunting
He was surprised to hear you bring it up. There wasn’t any overreaction or any kind of pushback from him. If that’s what you wanted, he’d be happy to. Just make sure you don’t hurt yourself.
He takes a bit trying to find a place for you both to play your cat and mouse game, and with all of his connections, it’s easy to find a place for you both, it’s only a matter of preference, he even has a folder of all the venues he has access to. He shows you all of the options and has you pick. It more feels like he’s preparing for a date than anything. If you remind him of what you’re wanting to do, he gives you a fanged smile and tells you ‘he knows’
He doesn’t blindfold you or anything like that. He takes you there hand in hand before giving you a kiss and telling you to be safe before letting you off, but as you run off you see him even more animated than normal. He shifts into his demon form, and he seems even more enthusiastic about this than you are.
Satan is stealthy and dead silent. He uses magical traps and quick maneuvers to surprise you and quickly grab you. He uses noise to try to direct you to whichever way he wants. He looks like a true animal as he hunts you, and that feral smile with glowing eyes makes your heart beat so much faster.
Catching
When he catches you, he has a grin that you could compare to the Cheshire cat. His tail sweeping around him like you’ve never seen it before. He’s in his element, it seems, and he takes your chin and gives you a deep kiss. You can feel his sharp teeth lightly grazing your lips as he happily rips your clothing and "pardon me" escapes him.
He pulls you into his lap and he has you hold onto the wall of whatever is behind him as he trails licks down from your chest to your sex, and he gives you oral that makes you writhe in pleasure, and he makes sure you can’t move that much with a solid grip on your hips.
He’ll then push you to the ground and grind into you for a few moments before thrusting into you with demonic might. He fucks you so wildly like he’s never done before. He has a grip on the back of your head, and you can hear him panting above you.
Right before he cums he flips you around, so if you need it, you can pull on his horns and he can kiss you even more. He cums staring down at you with a smile.
After a few minutes of just holding you, somehow he finds your sore spots and strokes them with a soft, gentle hand. He gets you some water and gets his kit, which he stashed nearby, containing an extra pair of clothes for you and some ointment for any scrapes you got.
He’s smiling at you though, with a flush, as he tends to you and tells you he had a wonderful time, and how great you are for letting him do that with you. It means a lot to have you trust him like that and he hopes to do it again soon. It's made him so relaxed now he’s practically glowing.
I thought the sacrificial Lucifer post was great. Could I request something similar, but with Satan and an established demonic mating ritual?
Warning this contains some graphic detail like blood and decapitation and death.
Satan’s Demonic Mating ritual with GN-Reader SFW and NSFW
The Beginning Stages
It started after making his pact with you. A pact can be extremely intimate, and after spending time with you, he slowly starts developing more complicated feelings for you, a want to monopolize you. Through the pact, he could get a hint of emotions, and he was shocked to feel respect and a bit of romantic love flowing through it. After that? The want became a need to have you as his and his alone. A primal desire.
He keeps a very close eye on your disposition, lightly testing the waters with invitations and light flirtation. Something he knows all humans enjoy, and he savored the feelings that pact allowed him to feel when you accepted. Joy, slight hesitance, administration.
Speaking with you was never a drag. You always brightened his day and made the beast in him purr yet want to rage, go wild, rip and tear.
The final nail in the coffin was seeing you at the cat café smiling and surrounded by those wonderful beasts, and you holding one, walking up to him with a grin and gesturing for you to pet it. That was it. He had to have you.
Seducing You
As much as he studied the human language and traditions through books, he was unsure of how to approach so he did it the way instilled in his heart for generations and generations.
Whenever you two were alone together, he let out his demon form. He'd allow you to touch his horns. He'd lean down, presenting his vulnerable scalp to you. He smirks when he feels your delicate hands run down them. He shivers in delight. A huge first step in courting is to display a vulnerable side to show interest. And you playing with his horns is a pleasing sign.
Next comes fending off other potential mates. It was hard to do with the brothers and some of the others, and a step he might have to skip to get ahead of the others. He started adoring you at the latest, after all. But it doesn’t stop his demonic instincts. He’ll snap at a hair trigger when it comes to you, ready to bite fingers off and maim lesser demons for even speaking with you.
Soon he starts getting into the more ‘intimate’ parts of courting. More personal forms of wooing. Presents and proof that they can care for you and protect you. That bully from 8th grade you offhandedly mentioned, a terrible ex, an abusive boss or co-worker. You are presented with a decapitated head, ripped from the neck and maybe even impaled for your viewing pleasure. He doesn’t understand why you might be crying or freaking out. But he holds you and hopes that strikes a chord with you.
He does realize, at some point, that humans need verbal confirmation that they want to be together. He’s read enough love stories that he feels like at this step it's important. But for him, this feels like the hardest step. He's trying to formulate the right words in his head and trying to get over the embarrassment. He's already so close, why is it so hard now? But he does soon enough. He takes you somewhere you will both enjoy and, privately, he tells you. He wants to be with you. He wants you to be his and his alone. A tender moment and when you accept, he melts into you, hugging and holding you tight. Ecstatic that you have let yourself become his. But even then, his job isn't done. He has to make sure you never look back. Everyone knows his love for you.
Soon he's scenting you. Most demons avoid scenting early on since their partner might not fully accept touching yet. But after showing promise, they will allow it. And Satan now presses against you every morning. He's checking on yours and wrapping his tail around you as much as possible. At this point, no one is allowed to touch you. He'll flip into a rage if you go touching others or they try to touch you. He'll mark you up too, kissing and nipping at your neck. He does get embarrassed when people point them out, but he's extremely protective of them. Don't cover them up. Show everyone how close you are now.
And finally, to seal the deal to bond you together eternally, to finally mate and scar each other. Drag claws down each other's backs, bite harshly enough to bleed, it doesn’t matter, something while he's no longer masking himself with a human form. He will fully bear himself to you as you would to him. He's shivering with excitement as he tells you the dangers of it all and how frightening it may be to a human. But when you accept him knowing everything and wanting to be with him no matter what, he knew he made the right call. You truly are the one for him.
Foreplay
He knows damn well he will be interrupted no matter where he is. So, with your permission, he takes you to places only he can reach. You don't get to see it for long. Icescapes howling winds before he's on you in a second. His form consists of bones, plenty of bones that are sharp and segmented. Claws and fangs, as well as patches of feathers.
You can feel he’s shaking just a bit, but his feral looking features don’t show much, though you can tell it’s excitement. He all but rips your clothes off in a single swipe of his green-tipped claws, and his mouth is in on your sex with his neon green tongue lapping large stripes. His fangs are visible but never nick you. He wants to mark you on purpose. His grip holds you in place and wide open for him.
As soon as you start letting out moans, his tongue is at your hole as his claws rub delicate circles into your skin, making you melt. He fucks you on his long tongue, and with the cold winds around you, it makes him feel like lava, and you can’t help but lean more into his motions.
He’ll let you cum from his tongue over and over until you're ready enough for him, and even then he’s dripping cock twitching at every little noise you make. Call his name, and he might cum just by watching you.
Sex
His true form’s cock is massive and inhuman, green and black with spines and segments. It looks just like his tail, green tipped and all.
He lets out pleased growls and helps you so you can wrap yourself around him, and slowly he pushes into you and you can feel every pulse of his heart. Even his claws rub circles in your overstuffed body to help calm you. You can tell he’s holding back. He knows how delicate you are.
Once you're ready, his hips snap and you pull on his feathered back and he lets out a low growl, moving faster with each scratch and scrape of your nails.
When he cums it’s so much that you feel overstuffed and bloated. His cum leaks out and his nails pull down your back. They are so sharp they don’t even hurt. You just feel warmth drip down your back. He waits to pull out and when he does, you shake from how much pours out of you. Your whole body is trembling, and you see stars. He’s licking your face and slowly moving to your back to lick up the wounds, and while you're blissed out, you can’t feel the sting his tongue makes on those cuts.
Aftercare
He holds you close, so close to him that it almost feels like you are one entity. You feel powerful, strong, and protected on top of the world, and his soft kitten licks from this new form of his feel ticklish and you can’t help but laugh.
When he takes you home, he helps with your wounds and helps you shower since you feel like a jello cup on a plate. The shower is warm and his normal form is back, and his cheeks are rosy and a trembling giddy smile won’t leave his face.
He kisses each scratch and brags about the ones you gave him. He compliments them and litters you with praise, calling you his darling every chance he gets.
Once you are clean and in a comfortable spot, he casts a spell to help heal them, but won’t let them fade, he’ll let them scar just like his. He’s stroking your head and holding your hand if you need it. And slowly, he’ll curl up with you once everything is over and hold you close. He excited for tomorrow. To wake up to see is perfect mate’s face first thing;
mera....my goat......
mayhaps yan silver with #32? silver who you've always assumed is just one of those recurring dream characters, until you start paying too much attention to your 'real' life... ??
idk there's not a ton of yan silver content out there and i feel like he would be so so scrumptious in your style ehehehe
😼🙏 one yan Silver coming up~ I listened to Kikuoworld album while writing this, so I hope the whimsy can be felt. <3
(cw: yandere, gender neutral reader, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, obsession, surreal dreams)
(monstrously yandere prompts)
DREAM JOURNAL; LOG 01 - the umbrella and the birthday cake rainstorm.
When you step outside, a three-tiered birthday cake comes falling from the sky. It lands in front of you in a smattering of buttercream frosting. Its rainbow of fondant flowers and sugar lace trimming are immediately squashed from the impact. Above you, dozens more come careening towards the earth, smacking into the awning. Frosting drips in syrupy trails from the roof, trickling into a puddle of sweetness.
You look on with a confusion that is palpable. The forecast didn’t call for rain.
Unexpected weather aside, you didn’t think to bring an umbrella. Normally you’re always prepared for these things, but a cake storm wasn’t on the list for today.
You wonder if you can run the way back to your dorm without getting drenched in cake crumbles and cream. A slice of cake is fine, but if a whole cake hits you over the head… You’d like to avoid that, if possible.
So you stick your hand out as if testing for rain droplets. A cake sliver lands on your palm, perfectly intact and preserved. You sample some for yourself and immediately cringe. That’s not your favorite flavor of cake. Too much cream. Or maybe not enough. Were you even holding cake just now? Because suddenly nothing’s there, your palm is dry, and it’s still raining steadily beyond the steps.
You sigh and resign yourself to your fate. A fate that’s filled with cake. There are worse things.
Preparing yourself for the sugary onslaught, you take one confident step out from under the awning and…
You’re dry.
You look up and notice an umbrella has taken residence above your head, shielding you from the downpour of slices. Sprinkles trickle off the cake-proof umbrella like multicolored droplets. When you look to your left, you find a silver-haired man standing there, his arm outstretched as he holds firm to the umbrella’s handle.
“Oh.” You notice he has the prettiest eyes, and for a second you’re so lost in them that you forget he’s watching you. “Um, thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m just happy to have noticed you before you made a run for it. If you don’t mind, I’ll walk you back.”
“No, not at all. Thank you.” You search the silence for his name, but all you get is a stoic nod.
As you walk home, the lumpy piles of birthday cake melt onto the pavement. Eventually, they’re nothing but rotten slop that attracts all kinds of insects and animals.
A trail of them follows behind you and this peculiar man.
“This is me,” you say upon approaching Ramshackle Dorm, which looks less like its name and more like a luxury apartment.
You turn to acknowledge him, but he’s not there.
The umbrella remains suspended in the air, as if some invisible force is continuing to hold it.
The birthday cake rainstorm is gone just like that.
DREAM JOURNAL; LOG 02 - the shark(?) and the surgeon.
Somehow you’ve washed ashore.
Half of you, anyways.
There is nothing left of you from your waist down, your legs bitten off in one ravenous chomp. You’re certain it was from a shark, but then maybe it was an eel or a sea turtle—but turtles don’t have a maw of sharp, jagged teeth.
That doesn’t matter right now. You’re bleeding out and coloring the golden beach in a fatal shade of red.
You take in a ragged breath, shut your eyes, and decide this is fine. Everything is fine. You’re fine.
When you open your eyes, the silver-haired man is kneeling above you.
“Don’t move,” he says, already threading string through the needle. “I’ll help you.”
It occurs to you that he’s about to sew your lower half back on. How he managed to get it, you don’t know. Somehow he reads your mind, for his next words answer that question.
“The lamprey was kind enough to give it back.”
So it was a lamprey????
You blink up at him. “T-Thank…”
“Don’t push yourself.” And then he smiles a soft, sincere smile, one that matches the light in his eyes. “You’re going to be okay.”
When he touches your cheek, suddenly the sun isn’t so searing and the waves aren’t so choppy. Suddenly, you’re at peace with everything. You feel like liquid as you lay on the beach, a doll stitched up with string.
He fills each of your legs with sea glass and sand so that you won’t flop over when the next marine creature wants to display you on their coral mantle.
“How do you feel?” he asks after the operation has concluded. He helps you to sit up, one hand at your lower back to keep you steady. When he looks at you, you feel like you’re the only human in the world and he’s an alien peering in at Terra’s Last Homo Sapien (New Exhibit!).
You reach for him. “What’s your name?”
He opens his mouth and says—
It’s carried away on a gust of wind.
DREAM JOURNAL; LOG 03 - the day of the absentee shadow.
What is this one about?
Oh, right.
It’s the day your shadow pulled itself out from beneath your feet and disappeared. The laws of this world dictate that everyone needs a shadow. If you don’t have one, one will be found for you. Replacement shadows. The echo of a shadow. A person filling in for a shadow. Everyone needs to work, even shadows.
Your shadow is silver. It’s a beautiful color that shimmers when caught in the light, but you only ever catch it in your peripheral and then it’s gone.
Your shadow is more like a stalker.
It creeps after you, a slow crawl across the terrain. It follows your every move. It waits for you, always a few steps behind. This shadow has eyes and a mouth. It smiles at you in the dark, but you can’t see that.
“You’re doing a rubbish job,” you say, knowing your shadow is listening.
They really should fire the guy who’s working temporarily as your shadow.
He’s not very good at it.
Your own shadow isn’t supposed to scare you.
It’s the projection of a second shadow that should.
The shadow that shouldn’t be there.
DREAM JOURNAL; LOG 04 - fever dream.
You’re sick.
You bathe in tubs of soup. You suck the salt from your sweat and cry blood. You lean over to find the bucket at your bedside and you empty your guts in an ugly, retching wheeze. You sit up in bed like a reanimated corpse and cough out one of your lungs.
You slip in and out of the folds of a strange dream.
Heat. And then cold. Blankets off. You’re awake.
But then you’re sleeping. Blankets back on. You feel a warm compress drape itself over your forehead. Someone rubs their knuckles against your cheek.
“Get well soon,” the flowers left at your bedside whisper, petals fluttering against your lashes.
You laugh at the sun, which isn’t really a sun but a singular eyeball peering down at you. “My imagination is so wild,” you say, or maybe you think it. The grass is so soft here. You never want to wake up. Here, the cotton candy clouds weep caramel and the trees sway in jovial greeting.
You’re awake again. The curtains have been shut. You rest your head against the pillow once more.
You’re lying on your back in the grass. Silver rabbits jump over you, making a game out of how high they can jump if they get a running start. It’s so peaceful here. The stream is crisp and clear, babbling softly over water-worn stones.
The sky is silver. The grass is silver. The rabbits are still silver. It’s all silver.
Silver.
You wake to find the silver-haired man standing at the end of your bed.
He smiles. “I’m not so imaginary anymore, my darling.”
You blink and you’re back asleep.
It’s so quiet.
Are you still dreaming?
How can gagging a guy like that be so cute and hot at the same time??? 😈🤐🥵
It's not because your mouth is gagged that I'm going to stop kissing you... what a lucky boy 🔥