Nighttime Adventure (Erasermic dabble)

the older woman im dating takes me to the park and lets me run around for my daily enrichment

roulette - chisaki kai/overhaul

another original story?? insane! dedicated to missus @koiibito​ who sent me the tiktok that inspired this fic and also asked if it could be for mr. overhaul… which was a perfect choice! <3 love you and hope you all enjoy!

nsfw, fem reader, noncon/rape, use of guns, gun roulette!, fear play, blood/gore, woundfucking mentions, death/murder, suicide mentions, some real fucked up shit :0

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Mr Compress NSFW Edition (Fem!Reader)

This is my first time ever writing NSFW, I’m so sorry if it’s not that great! I assumed the reader to be fem! in this one, but do let me know if anyone would like something different.

Also, this one follows my current Yandere story, but can be read as a one-off.

CW: Masturbation, light bondage

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Kinkt̶o̶b̶e̶ruary Day 18: Aphrodisiac

Apprenticeship (Shigaraki x Reader)

Word Count: 6.2k

Collaboration With: @snuggsthebunn​ who owns my heart and drew the money shot 

Warnings: Aphrodisiacs, Violence, A pinch of angst, Praise kink, This is truly the softest thing you’ll ever get out of me 

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Cockwarming your dom while he plays a video game with his friends, everytime he thrusts up into you his friends hear your squeaky choked moan through the mic and they all compliment how slutty and cute you sound being so nonchalantly used by your dom

Private Lessons: Part 2

Reader part 1 here! Dw, it follows without the buildup.

Here’s the spice! I prepped the first two chapters before I released it. I’m not a sadist, we all know we’re here for the dirty stuff. The first smut is a bit self-indulgent. I have a daddy kink, sue me. 

Kinks: Bondage, teasing, teacher x student (AGED UP), mild Daddy kink and DDLG terms (no ageplay in this house), oral sex. 

Art not mine meep.

“Well, here we are, Sensei!” you announced as you crossed the threshold into your small apartment, Aizawa close behind. The tired hero removed his shoes alongside you, lining them neatly against the wall before giving the room a quick scan. 

“Not bad. A minimalist. Just like me.” A soft smile tugged at your lips. “Are you sure you’re alright with this?” uncertainty was present in his voice as he quirked a brow skeptically and shrugged off his leather jacket. It was hard not to swoon. He somehow managed to move gracefully even during such mundane tasks. 

“Of course! it’s my fault we stayed so late anyway.“ 

"Well, more like Hizashi’s,”  he corrected you with a light chuckle, sliding one hand in his pocket and sending the other running through his silky black hair. A relieved sigh ghosted past his lips. It was strange, standing in the home of a former student, but your confidence was reassuring. "I have a feeling you wouldn’t have sang karaoke for so long if not for his insistence." 

"True, but I enjoyed it! I think I want something warm to drink." 

Aizawa watched you bound off to the kitchen. He couldn’t help but think you looked cute like that; standing on your tiptoes, quietly humming to yourself as you searched the cabinets for tea. 

"Would you like some, Mr.Aizawa?" 

He shrugged and nodded, shifting his weight to the other hip. "Sure, (Y/n)Thank you for asking… You’re very formal, you know.”

“Well, of course! I understand a few years have gone by, but I still respect you as my teacher.”

“That’s fine, I don’t mind” You missed the smirk pulling at his mouth as he slumped into the dining room chair. From the corner of your eye, you noticed him rubbing his palms on his eyelids. 

Half a decade had passed since then, but you hadn’t forgotten the severe injury suffered by the hero during a villain attack on the USJ. The incident left his eyes even more sensitive than they were previously.

Your lip tilted in a slight frown and you quickly tried to shake off the thought, unable to handle the image of him wounded and, undoubtedly, scared.

“Do you need eye drops?” you offered, tone laced with genuine concern, “I actually bought some recently, they haven’t been opened yet.”

One tired, dark eye cracked opened as he turned to look at you. “My, my, aren’t you considerate?”

Something in the way he spoke the words made you squirm. You palmed the back of your neck sheepishly. The heat quickly rushing to your face. Positive he could see the tinting of your skin, you turn away in haste. 

“W-Well, I just know it doesn’t feel good to have… dry eyes.”

Shouta softened at your words. Shit, he couldn’t even mess with you when you were being so sweet; it was too fucking cute.

“No need to get all rosy-cheeked (Y/n), just stating the obvious. I have some on me, but thank you for the offer.”

Your tense muscles relaxed. Satisfied with his response, you continued the process of making tea. If you recalled correctly, his favorite flavor was spiced vanilla chai. You found the blend easily, tossing it in the pot and leaving it to steep. A pleasant, warm aroma filled the air and you inhaled deeply to savor it.

Aizawa used drops in each irritated eye and held them closed with a deep sigh. letting the soothing solution settle in. They would help the irritation, but damn did it sting when the drops first hit his eyes.

You thought now would be a good time to catch up on some phone notifications, only to be disappointed that nothing worthwhile had come through during your evening. Spam, spam, ‘10 Ways To Spice Up Your Hero Outfit,’ text I don’t want to read, ‘Notorious Villain Captured By Rookie Team Kiribaku. All junk. you continued mindlessly searching through the feed until you heard the water start to bubble.

“Anything interesting going on in the world?”

The unexpected baritone voice almost made you leap out of your skin, knocking over a teacup and sending it careening towards the floor. Shouta reached out, catching the dish moments before it hit the ground. 

Apparently, the seasoned hero’s reflexes were as sharp as ever. 

“Didn’t mean to scare ya, kid.”

You squinted at his tone; it was far from apologetic. If you didn’t know any better you might believe he did it on purpose just to get a rise out of you. 

"Jesus, you’re like a cat.” you hissed, still frazzled from the scare.

A satisfied smirk split his face, “I take that as the highest compliment,” Shouta hummed, replacing the cup before quirking a brow and leaning past your shoulder to examine the box of tea leaves resting behind you, "Is that vanilla spiced chai?”

“Yep!” you chirped, perking up at the recognition, “I remembered seeing you drink it a few times during my school years. Hopefully, it wasn’t just because you had no other options, heh.”

Long arms folded over his chest as he gave you a quick once over. It struck him as… interesting that you’d remember such a mundane fact.

“No, I like it.” he assured you with a soft grin, “You really remembered that huh?“

"Y-yeah. Is… is that weird?” you shrank under his gaze, fearing you’d just outed yourself as a massive creep.

“A little,” the teacher chuckled, his reassuring smile going unnoticed as you couldn’t bring yourself to match his gaze. 

Your thoughtfulness was… endearing.

“Oh, s-sorry, well uh, heRE YOU GO!” hands trembled slightly as you passed the man before you a cup of the fragrant brew. He accepted gratefully with an appreciative hum before returning to the dining table.

A comfortable silence followed; the pair of you enjoying the comforting warmth of the tea. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that the sound of Aizawa’s fingers tapping rhythmically on the table broke through the quiet.  

“You know, normally people only remember tiny details like that when they have a crush.”

You choked on your drink. The sudden accusation had heat flooding to your cheeks and you starting sprinting down a path of panic and self-doubt, “WHAT!? Mr.Aizawa, please, don’t be ridiculous.”

His powerful shoulders shrugged casually as he took another lazy sip. 

“What’s All-Might’s favorite drink?” he interrogated, clearly amused and not interested in letting you escape the uncomfortable line of questioning.

You feverishly searched your memory. Dear God it was hard to even remember their faces right now, let alone their favorite drink.

“What about Midnight’s? Mic’s? Snipe’s? Any of your former classmates?” the pro hero’s tone was practically dripping with satisfaction. A smug grin creeping ever further up his cheek. Your reaction was almost too good. 

“I- I don’t know, and I bet you don’t either!” the words tumbled from you,  brows furrowed in concentration as you stared at the countertop. No way could you bring yourself to look at him right now.

“Nope, I sure don’t. But, then again,” your fingers dug into the wood, irritation creeping up your spine, “I don’t have a big. Fat. Crush on any of them." 

You slowly turned to glare at him, only to double over in laughter when greeted with his smug, toothy grin. 

”PFFFT! Okay, okay,“ giggles bubbled in your chest, forcing you to surrender, "yes, in high school, I had a crush on you. Most of the girls did, you know." 

He bobbed his head, lips held in a flat line giving him a serious expression. "This is true. I am devilishly handsome. It’s a curse, really." 

A pained groan escaped you as you rolled your eyes dramatically. You couldn’t help cracking a smile. His satirical narcissism always amused you.

"I think most female students find 'bad boy’ teachers attractive, Sensei.” You grabbed your tea and joined him at the table. A loud yawn shuddered through you when you settled into the chair opposite Shouta.

“Tired? It is pretty late. Perhaps you should sleep.” His own heavy lids drifted shut when he leaned into the chair back. 

You shook your head. "I’m alright. This will wake me up a bit. I know you stay up late most nights and I can’t have you rifling through my things.” He chuckled at your sly wink.

“Fair enough, I am the type.”

Another long silence followed until his voice once again cut through the air. 

“You know… there is a slight difference between you and the girls who normally swoon over me.”

“Oh?” You asked, taking another sip and preparing yourself for the 'you’re much more mature and less annoying,’ trope.

“I haven’t become attracted to any of them.”

Tea sputtered across the table as it rocketed from your lips. Shouta erupted into a rare and genuine fit of roaring laughter. He ran to your kitchen, pulling some paper towel’s from the counter before returning to help with the mess.

“Are we in a 1990’s sitcom?" 

Angrily, you snatched the towel from him, trying unsuccessfully to stop tea from trickling to the floor. 

"Why would you say something like that!? How embarrassing,”

Shouta crossed his arms and looked you over, watching your hands work frantically to clear the area of spilled liquid.  

“Because it’s true.”

The words shot jolts of electricity up your spine and you couldn’t help but stammer. “ I-I think you had too much to drink.“ 

"Nope,” he shook his head, grinning slightly, “Sober as a bird.”

Shit. 

Breathing became difficult as your throat constricted. Were you really hearing this? Shouta Aizawa, pro hero Eraserhead, your former teacher, just confessed to you.  

“But hey,” he added casually, throwing his hands up. “if you’ve grown out of that crush I understand. No hard feelings.”

Your eyes lifted from the spill and slowly scanned his frame, paying special attention to the way his toned stomach remained visible through his tight-fitting black sweater. His body was relaxed yet alert, and that fucking hair of his. It rippled in loose waves around his shoulders and you couldn’t help imagining how it would feel tangled in your grip as you writhed in pleasure beneath him. The lewd thoughts sent your heart racing and your face filled with blood.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” he chuckled, noticing your dazed appearance. He scratched his head in thought, glancing to the side momentarily before setting his eyes on you again. “Well, if you wanted to test it out, I could always give you… a kiss?”

Oh fuck. 

“I never want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, though. So if I’m being a creep, let me know. I’ll back right off.”

You knew he meant it, but with the way your mind was spinning and your eyes roved his solid frame, you knew there was no chance in hell you’d let this opportunity slip through your fingers. Jesus, you were practically drooling just admiring his fully clothed body.

“Y-Yeah, okay.” you barely managed to squeak out the words.

“'Yeah okay’ leave you alone? Or 'yeah okay, kiss me Sensei?’”

You shut your eyes tight and felt the tension rise in your neck and cheekbones, before mustering up the courage to answer.  

“Y-yes, you can kiss me… if you want.”

Gentle hands slipped around your waist, lifting you from the wooden chair. They pulled you closer, and he tilted your chin up to his soft gaze.

“You know,” came his silky voice, so low and soothing, “it might be nice if you looked at me, even if just for a second. Don’t you wanna make sure you’re kissing the right person?”

You chuckled at that, opening one eye dramatically for a quick peek. His handsome face beamed down at you and you can’t remember the last time you felt butterflies take off in your stomach. 

“Yep, that’s the right guy.”

His rugged features softened at your words. He was mesmerized by the innocence in your needy, lust blown eyes. Cool, nimble fingers brushed soft strands of hair from your face as the other came up to cup your cheek, almost protective in the way he cradled it in his palm.

“You’re beautiful…(Y/n).”

Your plush lips parted and his mouth pressed against yours in a slow, passionate kiss that had you leaning, no, melting into his touch as quiet moans of comfort reverberated between your lips. It was like a soothing melody; almost unheard and meant only for you. The gentle tickle of his tongue dancing with yours, the pauses, groans, and sighs, all worked together to put you in a blissful trance.

A small whine left you as he pulled away.

“So,” he sighed, forehead resting against yours affectionately, “still have a thing for your grouchy homeroom teacher?" 

His half-lidded eyes searched your face, brows furrowed in focus as he sought out any signs of discomfort or trepidation.

If you didn’t before, you sure as shit would after that. 

"Mhm,” is all you could manage through your almost painful grin, pleasant warmth bloomed in your chest and spread throughout your limbs. You buried your face in his strong chest, earning an ‘aww’ from the rugged man above you. He laughed gently as he stroked your hair, enjoying the way you sought comfort in his arms. 

Shouta couldn’t help noticing something different in the way you now clung to him. 

“My goodness,” he spoke slowly, the bass in his voice vibrating your shoulder, giving you a pleasant shiver. A nervous knot formed in your stomach when he suddenly pulled back to examine you, “my dear student, your face is quite red… you seem to have gotten a bit warmer as well." 

Amusement and arousal welled in him when you squirmed beneath his scrutinizing gaze. "Could it be that someone’s a little… excited?”

Your knees grew weak and you let out a needy, shuddering whine. It wasn’t until then that you noticed how wet you’d become from the kiss. 

“Hmmm… I thought so.” he clicked his tongue, “Flushed cheeks, warm skin, thighs squeezing together for just a hint of friction. All the signs are there."  Thick ribbons of raven hair rustled elegantly as he shook his head with a hopeless sigh.

"Yeah… so what if I am?” you giggled, somehow completely unashamed, burying your face in the safety of his chest once more. He pulled you closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“If you’d like, I can offer you some… relief.”

The words ignited you, legs trembling and muscles going weak in his embrace. It didn’t go unnoticed and Aizawa nipped your earlobe with a devilish grin. He gripped your chin, turning you towards the dining room. “You have a really nice table over there, why don’t you go lay on it for me?”

You peered back at him, mind swirling with all the possibilities; all of which ended with you screaming his name for everyone in the building to hear. Reluctantly, you pulled away, legs barely supporting you as you drifted to the table where you sat, legs crossed and dangling over the edge. 

Aizawa approached you, confident now that you wanted this just as badly as he did. Your bare knee grazed his thighs as his long, thin fingers slipped up your exposed calves, sending a light shiver up your sides. His mouth hovered close to yours, warm breath breezing over your plush, parted lips, thrilling you with the possibility of another mind-blowing kiss. 

Fuck, you wanted him. You needed him. 

“Yeah,” he growled, looking down at your closely folded legs, “that’s not gonna work for me." 

Faster than you could react, his irises flashed red as he bound you with his capture weapon, spreading your legs for better access. You squeaked pitifully in surprise, much to his satisfaction.

"Gotcha,” he chuckled, hands holding the fabric out to either side of you. He groaned at the sight. You chest heaving with need, eyes wide, legs spread open like a book before him. It sent a rush of adrenaline flooding through his veins. 

Oh, the things he wanted to do to you. 

“You really are considerate,” he purred, quirking a brow to look up at you, “Did you wear a skirt hoping I’d do this?“

You knew he didn’t need an answer. He was getting off on watching you writhe beneath him, and you loved every second of it. You’d half expected him to chide you for wearing something so unsuitable in cold weather, but thankfully he seemed to be thinking with his other head for the time being. 

He pushed down hard on your shoulder, urging you to lay flat on your back, your legs still held open wide by the strong fabric. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he relished in your helpless appearance.

"This is just how I imagined you. Aching, on display, and ready for me to inspect.” He clicked his tongue, pondering over his options. “I think since you’re so partial to formality, you should continue calling me, 'Mr. Aizawa, 'Sensei,’ and, 'Sir.’ Do you understand,(Y/n)?”

You’re so high on adrenaline and dopamine all you can focus on is your unending need to be fucked senseless. You nodded, but he shook his head. “That’s not an answer, princess.”

“Y-yes Mr. Aizawai, Sir.”

"There you go.” he groaned, blood rushing to his already stiffening cock, “You always were a fast learner.”

“W-wait,” you tried to protest as he wrapped one end of the scarf around his own shoulder, freeing his left hand to toy with your dripping folds.

“Shhh… Let your teacher get a good look at you.” A violent blush claimed your cheeks and you squirmed against the restraints. Fuck, he was so close, staring right at your quivering pussy with darkened eyes. “Be bashful all you want, I see everything just fine.”

Steady fingers reached forward, confident as they pulled your panties to the side to reveal your puffy pink lips. You tensed up at the sudden vulnerability, exposed for his viewing pleasure and powerless to close your legs and hide it.

His lips pursed to form a low whistle.

“Damn… to think you were hiding something so perfect from me this whole time. What a pretty little pussy you have… You tense up when I look at it,” he groaned, tilting his head slightly, “the way it squeezes around nothing… so eager. it makes me want to sink my cock into you.”

Your hands flew to your face in a failed attempt to shield your embarrassment and stifle the shameless moan that ripped through your body. It felt like a fire was sparking to life between your legs with every second you withered under his lustful gaze.

His thumb grazed your opening, collecting just enough dew to prime your clit for him to rub.

"Ahhh, M-Mister Aizawa, pleeease.”

He gently stroked the swollen bud, steadily tapping and flicking, watching your hips buck to the rhythm as you twitched with every jolt emanating from the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Just making sure it’s nice and ready for me.” His palm turned upward and he took the time to drink in your lewd expression before sliding a middle and ring finger inside your aching walls, curling them into the soft flesh that made you squeal. He cursed when he felt your walls cling to him, coating his fingers in your juices.

“S-Sensei, Ahh.”

“Mmm. That’s it. Melt around my fingers, kitten.”

The pet name brought you higher than you thought possible. Your eyes rolled back and your ass arched off the table. You needed him deeper and your greedy cunt was begging for more.

“Yeah… that’s a good girl.” He was intoxicated by the image of you mewling and begging while he twisted his skilled fingers, thrusting them into you over, and over again. Your cries become more desperate as he quickened the pace, fuelled by the high pitched sounds tumbling from your throat.

“Please, Sirrr” you pleaded breathlessly. 

"Please what,(Y/n)?”

“Don’t stop -ah- it feels so good~”

His lips curled as he left you empty, nearly causing you to cry at the loss of contact.

“Sorry kid, but I’m a bit selfish.” Aizawa tied the ends of his scarf to the table legs, restraining your entire lower body, then pulled up a chair to position himself in front of your wide-open legs.

“That’s better,” he grumbled, pleased with his new position, “now I can get a good look at you.”

“That’s so embarrassing, stoppp” It was no use. You couldn’t move your legs against his capture weapon and the loss of control only worked to further soak your eager cunt.

“Sorry, no can do. My little girl’s pussy is way too cute not to look at.

“His” little girl?

Your heart leaped in your chest but you didn’t have time to revel in the moment.  His head dipped and he tore a small hole in your panties with his canine before ripping them from you.

"What are you doing?!”

“They were in my way. I couldn’t risk letting you escape by untying you first.” a mischevious grin split his face and it had your hair standing on end. Fuck, he was such a tease. “It was the only logical option." 

He pulled the tattered fabric to one side, leaving you completely bare. Blood rushed to his cock and a carnal growl rolled from him as his hungry eyes consumed the quivering pink flesh between your folds.

"You see,” -he propped his elbow on the table, resting his cheek lazily in one hand, starting to work against your silky walls with the other- “when I make you cum, I think I deserve to see every little shudder and throb this pretty cunt makes. Don’t you agree?”

Again you try the restraints against your thighs. 

“Tsk, tsk. See? I knew you couldn’t be trusted. Can’t have you being bashful and interrupting my show.”

You’re filled in an instant when he plunged his skilled fingers deep and your back arched off the table, head tossed back in an unrestrained moan. You were helpless against the skilled digits, grunting and whimpering as he worked you up to a peak. 

“I think this puffy clit needs some attention…” He leaned forward, pressing his tongue to the neglected bud. You moan loudly as he licks in rhythm with his beckoning fingers. Lips wrapped around the swollen bundle of nerves and he groaned against it, eyes closed as his mind swam in a lustful haze.

“Fuuuuck yes Mr. Aizawa.”

“My, my, such foul language from such a good girl. Are you maybe a little naughtier than you let on?”

You trembled as his fingers dove deeper, rubbing firmly on your g-spot. Wet, warm walls squeezed hard around the invading digits. Your hips rolled and you chanted his name like a mantra. Scruffy lips vibrated against your clit as he moaned into your pussy, your mewls of pleasure and the sweet taste of your arousal going straight to his aching cock. He pulled back briefly to notice your tensing and quivering muscles.

“Ohh… you’re getting close.” He licks your clit again, pinching it briefly between his teeth.

“P-Please don’t stop… Daddy!” 

Oh fuck, you didn’t mean to say it. But it just came out.  

His head snapped up at the name.

“Oh shit. Daddy? FUCK,” his movements began again with renewed purpose and he was about to lose his damned mind, “fuck yeah babygirl cum on my tongue.”

He wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves once more, pairing his sucking with skilled flicks of his tongue. He committed fully to pushing you over the edge and you lost yourself in the sensation. You cried out his name, jerking your hips as much as you’re able with them bound. His free hand reached up to play with your over-sensitive nipples at just the right time and you exploded around him. Your moans were shameless as you flooded his tongue and palm with your juices. His pace slowed and he rode out your orgasm, relishing in every last throb before withdrawing his hand in favor of smoothing his hands up your trembling thighs as he left one more appreciative kiss on your pussy.  

You lay spent and satisfied, panting heavily.

“Well well, someone’s happy.” He said with a grin,. “What do you say?”

“Thank you s-sir,"  you barely managed to choke out the phrase. 

"Mmm, that’s it. Come here.” He walks to where your head lays at the edge of the table and brushes his fingers on your lips.

“Clean them off for me.”

Your heart jumped and goosebumps spread over your skin, but you happily obeyed, lavishing your tongue over the digits. His breath hitched when your eyes fluttered open and you stared up at him through your lashes. 

“Good girl. Fuck, (y,n) you looked so beautiful like that.” 

You softened under him, melting at the adoring look in his eyes. His nose nuzzled against yours briefly before he pecked you softly on the lips, silky tresses of his messy hair tickling over your cheek. 

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, still in a stupor from the intensity of your release. 

“Good.” 

A calloused thumb stroked your cheek. Shouta leaned down to your ear, letting warm breath breeze over your skin.

“I liked that little pet name…” 

Aizawa hummed, positioning himself so that his crotch was level with your head. Dark eyes gazed down at you with that strict, all-too-familiar expression he wore as your teacher all those years ago. 

“Then wouldn’t it be polite to repay my generosity?“

I'm almost done with two mods, just need to take some screenshots and post them. But my mind seized upon an idea that just would not leave me alone until it was made real.

I had to get the devil's slutty, slutty forearms out.

I just pray I don't get banned from Tumblr for posting such obscenity.

The feminine urge to be fucked stupid by a bulky, dominant and protective fictional man with big tits.

you’re stuck living with your icon for a month have fun

lucifer and satan competing to give mc the most pleasure? don’t worry if you don’t want to write it! 💖

This got SUPER long bur hey at least it has a plot?

Warning: NSFW, threesome

Dance of Flirtation (LUCIFER X F!READER X SATAN)

You're no stranger to the Lucifer-Satan feud, though you tried to stay out of it. 

Over the year of seeing and being around the two, you became especially close with Satan, staying mostly away from Lucifer due to his intimidating nature. 

On this trip to the castle, your purpose is to attend one of Diavolo's almost monthly balls and though you had nothing against the Devil himself and knew most of the brothers very well, it was a hassle attending balls with an angry jokester, aka Satan, who kept you from any potential dance partners while he has the time of his life with God knows how many other people because he just happens to be *that* popular. Very hypocritical, Satan, very hypocritical. 

You loved him nonetheless though and let him drag you along. 

Of course, you can't show up with Satan and not look stunning. As soon as your feet crossed over the entrance, all eyes were on you. Your red dress was freely flowing around you, your white mask accommodating your facial features, make up, and hairstyle. Speaking of, your hair was elegantly put together in a low braided bun, accessorized with diamonds and just the right amount of rubies to match the dress. Your white gloved hand was holding onto Satan's arm, which he so kindly offered. He, too, was dressed elegantly. His black suit was decorated with emeralds across the chest area, his deep green ball mask and wild hair making him an easy eye catcher for anyone. 

As soon as you've greeted the guests closest to the door, a waltz started to play and Satan, being the dancer that he tries to hide from everyone, took the opportunity to steal your first dance. He'd always do this. Steal your firsts, that is. He was your first hug, your first kiss, your first time… your first everything. And you regret nothing. 

The song picked up, making you circle your partner and laughing at his smug face. It was a dance of flirtation, or so the blond called it. Waltz's were to impress his lady, to woo her, to make her his. And thus, with a spin, you changed partners. 

To your surprise, you found yourself being spun into the open arms of none other than Lucifer, a very well known strategist, a duellist, and so called “Prince of Darkness”. You have to yet actually converse with the man outside of chores and formalities, but he was quite the eye catcher, though not easily approachable. You remember Satan warning you of him, saying, “he's unpredictable, fast, skilled. Just stay away from him, or do you want to be fooled?” The smirk that followed was ignored for obvious reasons and so was the shiver sent down your spine. 

But now you were in his arms. The musicians changed the song a few moments ago, their skilled fingers slowing from a fast waltz to an apathetic melody that lovingly caressed your ears and set your soul at ease. Yet, the strong voice of Lucifer brought you back, “ I see you every day, yet it seems like you avoid me on purpose. Tell me, why?” 

Looking up into his fiery red eyes, you let yourself be spun around by him, before being brought back into his firm figure, the steady hand on the small of your back making it clear he wasn't going to let you go after this song. “I'm… I'm not avoiding you… just.. You're kind of scary, Lucifer.” You finally responded, deciding that it was best to tell the truth, toward the man in front of you. However, the smug grin that graced his face as soon as his name left your lips was very well noted and made you feel smaller than you actually were. “oh? So you know of me. Reputations can be deceiving, (Y/N). You'd be surprised what you can find out about me.”

“I know of you, exactly, and that's enough to keep me away.” you spat back, a smirk gracing your face this time. 

Lucifer did anything but back down now. You threw a challenge at him and he's starting to take a liking to you. Not only were you stunning to look at, but you also did not bore him to death, and so far, he liked that. “I see you learned your things from none other than Satan. Yet I hope he does not influence your thinking too much. I'd hate for you to believe his lies and ruin you.”

At that, he dipped you and the song again changed, a melody you did not recognize and therefore did not know where to put your feet. Lucifer seemed to notice and seemingly, without effort, danced with you across the dance floor; for some odd comprehension, you let him. Trusting him in that moment, trusting his hands for guidance, and body for protection. You dared look up at him and for the first time that night, noticed his strong features. His strong jaw, his hair which rested elegantly around his face, much like Satan's.

The determination and hint of humor in his eyes, the furrow in his brow, and the soft smile playing on his lips. You took notice of the strong arm that was wrapped around your waist, the warm hand pressing against your lower back while the other one was intertwined with yours. The way your feet seemed to move effortlessly with his, the perfect pair the two of your made. 

He, too, took note of you. The way your hair gently fell around your face, the style sharpening your face. The look of pure adoration, yet confidence in your eyes. Your body felt so nice pressed against his and it was amazing to know you trusted him enough to just move you, no clear destination; just gliding across the ballroom. 

All of this, however, did not go unnoticed. The guests started to clear the dance floor to make room for the two of you. Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were whispering to each other from the first floor, saying “he never dances this much with the same person” and “has he just smiled?”, Both of them being completely stunned at what their friend is doing, so out of character. 

But Lord Diavolo and Barbatos are not the only ones to notice. Satan, too, has been watching the pair and he cannot help but feel a ping of jealousy when he sees the way Lucifer dances away with his partner. After all, he has come here with you, it is his arms you should reside in, he got the first dance, naturally, he had his eyes on you first, swearing he'd woo you before the end of the night.

Oh and he was doing so good. His jokes, his smile, his feather light touches on your soft skin luring you in deeper and deeper into his web of mischief, weren't it for that ratcatcher dancing with you now, he would have had you pressed up against him fully nude hours ago. Of course, the fact that his nemesis was dancing with the apple of his eye was nothing to hold him back and after downing his glass of wine, he wasted no minute to strut over to the pair.

Ironically, the music has just ended on a, in his opinion way too long, fermata, and allowed him to interrupt without causing too much of a scene. Yet. 

“My my Lucifer. Is this how you treat another man's mistress? Stealing? And here I thought you were a man of honor!” Satan dramatified, with a smile, and lazily wrapped his arms around your waist, just above where Lucifer's was still placed. The first born shot a death indulcing glance at the fourth born, warning him to not start anything at Diavolo's party. “Satan… whatever you talk of again. Last I knew, she has yet to be courted and if she so chooses to be, I doubt it would be with the likes of you.” Lucifer fired back, the annoyance evident in his tone. 

Satan laughed, too loud to be ignored by anyone around, “Lucifer..Lucifer…” he spoke, his other hand to creep up Lucifer's chest. The eldest did not appreciate the physical interaction shared between him and his brother. At all. And swiftly brushed his hand away with a smack. Again, Satan laughed as his eyes settled on him with a grin, swallowing his anger and covering it up with a playful tone “if anything, she had her eyes on me first.” It was true. You found Satan quite attractive. He was handsome, the Wild hair seemed to compliment his whole body, and the green eyes just accentuated his witty nature. His laugh was ridiculously contagious and his jokes, no matter how ridiculous, made your stomach hurt in the most wonderful ways. Even his anger was attractive. The gentle caresses shared between the two of you ever since your arrival in the Devildom were that of a hint of undenying physical attraction and you knew you had it bad, just as he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. But then you were, quite literally, spun into the arms of another man who's way too attractive for his own good. The mysterious, almost protective aura around him pulled you closer, emotionally, and it was no secret that charisma and charm were attracting you physically. 

“pause with your nonsense, Satan. Empty promises are not what this girl needs in her life.” The demon was obviously getting agitated by the blond's bizarre behavior and weren't it for the fact that this was Diavolo's party, he wouldve shut him up long ago. 

“Then why not let the girl decide?” The blind smirked, withdrawing his arm from around your waist only to cross it over his chest. His smirk remained as his head cocked to the side to look at you. “Well?”

Being thrown completely off guard, you  let your hands fall from Lucifer and thought for a moment. Either you stay on the spot and have the most embarrassing meltdown of your  life at Diavolo's party surrounded by people you hardly know, or you turn  on your heel right now and walk some other way. “No… you cannot just put me on the spot like that!” You decided on option two and politely bowed to the eldest and your best friend, “I thank you for the dances, Satan, Lucifer, but I'm not going to be in the middle of this.” you spoke, before turning on your heel and walking some unknown way, away from the main party. Granted, that wasn't the smartest idea. You had no idea about the lay out of the Castle and ended up in a seemingly random hallway, somewhere close yet far enough away from the main event. 

Leaning against the all, you let out a breath you didn't know you held. How could they put you on the spot like that? Even more so, how could two enticing young men be fighting for your attention at once? It was too much. You were used to some attention,but you weren't used to one of them coming up and indirectly challenging the other. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by none other than the blond's leaning against the wall merely inches from your being, “or I could just show you who you should leave with, (Y/N). “ You didn't need to look at him to recognize his teasing, but you looked up at him nonetheless. A sudden surge of confidence came back through you and you stood tall, proud, in front of the man, looking directly into his eyes. “and how are you planning on doing so, Satan?” You challenged. This made his smirk only grow wider as he pushed off the wall and nearly closed the space between your bodies. “well,” he spoke, raising his hands to get rid of the bothersome mask still covering his eyes, “I could always do this.” For a moment, you seemed to question what he meant but the look of utter confusion left you as soon as you felt his soft lips on yours and a gentle hand caressing your cheek. Your eyes fluttered close and you could not help but lean into him, one of your hands making its way up his chest and softly gripping the material of his ball outfit. A second hand pulled you flush against him, bodies touching, and you could feel the heat of his form on yours. 

You did not know when, but the next thing you knew were your tongues dancing a waltz of their own, hand still firm on your back to keep you against him, to keep you close as possible. It felt magical, it felt good, it felt right. You could tell by the way his tongue danced with yours that he was more than experienced and more than capable of making all your desires come true.

However, the fairytale moment lasted not too long, for another hand grabbed your shoulder from behind and you were pulled abruptly against a strong chest. Again, there was a hand sneaking around your waist to hold you in place. Judging by the outfit, or more so what you could view of it, you knew it to be Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness, coming to catch his prey. “Getting ahead of yourself, are you, Satan?” The man growled. It was low, and way too close to your ear to not do something to your body. 

You turned in his embrace to look at the other man and he simply smirked down at you, “my turn, love.” Was all he said before you found his lips on yours. The kiss was hard and full of passion, unlike Satan's which had been strong but playful. 

It was clear that Lucifer wasted no time in taking control of the situation, taking control of all yourself, holding you firm in place, telling your lips secrets which only the two of you would know. That was, at least, until you felt your hair being pushed away from your neck and soft kisses being plastered around your neck line. Soft kisses that send shivers down your spine and added with the soft touches of the younger man's hands, made your knees weak. 

Leaning back against Satan's figure, you broke the kiss with Lucifer to turn your head and capture Satan's lips in a heat enticing kiss, something that Lucifer took note of as he, surprisingly gently, Led the two into a nearby guest room. 

Before you knew it, you were laid on a bed, with two rather ravishing young men on either side of you. Satan, in the meantime had left your lips and took time to decorate your shoulders and chest with love bites. Your hand Tangled in his hair, creating an even wilder mess than twas before, all the while Lucifer had you pinned beneath him, introducing another battle of tongues with yours. As your hands found both of the men's chests, Satan released his mouth from your soft skin with a final kiss, only to unbutton and remove his top. You broke the kiss with Lucifer once more to turn your head and look at the blond.

His lips were swollen from the earlier make-out, his hair was even messier than usual thanks to your hand that ever so gently caressed and tugged through it, the shirt that once adorned his body was thrown carelessly somewhere in the room. Your sight travelled further south where the dent of his half hardened cock could be seen through his pants. Unknowingly licking your lips at the sight in front of you, you sat up to undo the silk laces of your dress in the back, only to find the older older already working on it, “trust me, dear, I found it just as annoying as you,” you could feel his hot breath on your neck, all the while skilled fingers fondled through the the lace of your dress and had undone it in no time.

You turned your head once more to catch Lucifer's face with the palm of your hand, admiring him from top to bottom. He, too, took his dress shirt off and was now kneeling in front of you half naked. You could not decide which man was more attractive; the raven haired gently caressing your breast and working on your undergarments as your hands fondled with the front of his pants, or the blonde, who had found the time to throw off the rest of his clothes and was now sitting in between your legs in all his naked glory all the while his soft lips left a trail of pecks up your thighs. 

Lust overcame you and you quickly undid the rest of the fiery eldest's clothes and threw them on the growing pile. The surprise of his size was even bigger now that you saw it in its full glory, his cock standing proudly against his lower  stomach. Lucifer smirked and captured your lips in another heated kiss, nippling and biting your bottom lip which caused a surprise gasp from you. The sudden flick of a tongue on your most private area made you all but moan into Lucifer's mouth, sending a signal straight to his lower region. Satan lowly moaned, loving the noises you made for him. He was determined to make you squirm. 

The demon's tongue found your wet folds and took a long lick up until reaching your clit. Pressing a kiss to the pink bud, he all but wrapped his mouth around it and sucked gently, earning a loud moan from you and your head being thrown back on the pillow. “Tell me, who makes you feel good, kitten?" You could hear the mockery in Satan's voice, but you did not care. 

Your hand found Lucifer's proud erection and gripped it tightly, earning a growl from him. “You… Satan..” you breathed out, loving the feeling of his tongue drawing patterns on your damp heat. Your hand skillfully followed Satan's tongue's rhythm, earning heavy breathing from Lucifer. The work your hand was doing on him felt better than what he had done to himself. The firm grip, the long strokes, it was thoroughly enticing. Although, if you're going to talk so good of the other, he needs to shove it down your throat to shut you up.

Satan could feel the need to have his cock touched, sucked, wrapped up, something. Friction. He needed friction. As much as he loved making you feel good with his tongue, he needed more. 

Adding a finger between your wet folds and into your dripping hole, he adored the sight he got. Your back arched into his finger, making it known that you needed it as much as he needed you. 

Your sexual desire was starting to overcome you and the need for dick became almost unbearable. 

Leaning closer the eldest, you grabbed his dick even tighter, pumping him faster as you placed a kiss to the tip of his erection. Lucifer's eyes shot down to you. His hand got tangled in your hair and gently pushed your head closer to his throbbing cock “suck.” It wasn't a question, it was a demand, which you happily obliged. Your mouth wrapped around his shaft, tongue swirling around his top. 

Lucifer's groans mixed with yours went straight to Satan's cock and made it unbearable to be anywhere but inside you. With a kiss to your inner thigh, he withdrew from your heat and slid up, placing kisses along your body as he did so until the head of his dick matched with the entrance to your heat. “I'll make you feel so good you know nothing but my name” was the last promise he whispered into your ear before pushing himself inside of you. 

You moaned around Lucifer's cock, sending shivers down both men's backs and signals to both their aching erections. Bucking his hips, Lucifer started to push your mouth further on him, no longer being able to handle the teasing on just his head, “just like that… little one.” He moaned out when you had all of him in you, surprisingly. His hand ended caressing your hair, encouraging you to keep doing what you're doing to him. 

Satan was getting lost inside of you. His thrusts started out slow and steady, but the louder you moaned, the faster he went. His dick was aching for him to pick up the pace, to fuck you into the mattress all the while watching Lucifer's cum roll out of your mouth and he, again, was determined to get there. 

“H-harder… Satan..!” You moaned out, pulling away from Lucifer's cock for a moment to get out your plea. But he just growled and pushed you back on it. Your tongue ran up Lucifer's shaft and teased his head once more, licking the precum from it before taking him all in your mouth again. The man shuddered, being overwhelmed by the pleasure just your tongue gave him. “(Y/N)…” was all the man could groan out before gripping your hair once more and taking control by fucking your mouth. 

Satan watched him and he threw his head back in a laugh, thrusting particularly hard and hitting just the right spot for you, sending you arching and all but grabbing onto Lucifer's cock with your mouth, a loud moan vibrating through his shaft which almost sent him over the edge. The blonde knew, of course, and hit that spot a few more times. Lucifer's hand found its way between your legs, rubbing your clit with his thumb, determined to make you orgasm, something he himself did shortly after another vibration was sent through his cock by you, thanks to his skillful fingers. Gripping your hair and pushing your head down on him, Lucifer came, hard, down your throat, fucking his ejaculation into your mouth until he knew he was empty and watched your lips pop off of him with a 'pop’. 

Satan watched the whole scene and his cock twitched in acknowledgement. Knowing he himself was close, he once again picked up his spit. Thrusts getting sloppy. Lucifer's thumb rubbing your clit furiously, he knew the both of you were close. “Cum for me” he ordered, his hair falling around his face as he captured your lips in another heated kiss. “S-Satan..!” Was all you could manage before you came, your walls clenching around his dick, and with a final hard thrust, he, too, came, throwing his head back and moaning out loud. 

Both men collapsed beside, Lucifer leaning back on the mattress and wrapping a protective arm around you while Satan pulled out and let himself fall on top of you. Laughing, the younger man lifted his head to look at his fellow mates, “why, that was unexpected. I hate to admit it but we both got what we want.” 

Lucifer grunted, almost laughing at the idea had it not been so satisfying, “I hate to say this, especially since it comes from you, but I agree.” 

You looked at the two men, still breathing heavy from the prior events. “I can honestly say, I have never had two men fight for my attention, but if this is the outcome, you two can fight for it anytime.” You laughed out, earning a chuckle from Satan, and getting an eye roll from Lucifer, who knew that this 'fight’ with Satan over your attention was far from over. 

“So what do you say, Prince of Darkness, round two? Of course, You can always watch me instead. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two” Satan said, smirking at the older man. Lucifer shot a glare at the man and propped himself up proudly “in your dreams, you foul rat. I had her first.” He growled out and moved closer to you. 

Satan accepted the challenge and captured your lips in another hypnotizing kiss. 

It didn't end after two rounds. 

It's been two weeks and they're still at it, fighting for your attention.

Though you don't mind. ;)