Chronically Devil May Crying

Kento Nanami

Suguru Geto

Mahito

Choso

Illumi

Hisoka

Aizawa

Hizashi

Will Write:

• sfw/notsfw

• Heascanons

• Kink

• Fluff

• Angst

• Canon X readers(Platonic, parental, or otherwise)

• Canon x Canon

Won't Write:

• Vore/Overly gore/guro/scat

• Period sex. DO NOT send me anything about this or request prompts about this thank you.

• Aged down notsfw

• Incest

•Characters under 18

Enjin stroking himself lazily, you on your knees in front of him as his other hand is titling your head back, grunting under his breath.

Technically, you two should be out working, doing literally anything else besides getting dirty in his room.

Enjin titled his head quizzically as you have his top Andrew experimental licks before he smirked with a sigh to stifle moaning as he pushed his tip past your lips

"c'mon..don't I deserve more than just some tongue?" Enjin cooed, rocking his hips as your hands move to grasp the back of his thighs as your throat flexed while taking more of him.

This time Enjin did groan, shutting his eyes while adjusting on his feet and giving a few thrusts before dropping both hands to hold his own hips as you took the lead, grunting as you suck on more and more of him, trying to keep your rolling and blinking eyes focused up on Enjin as your hand moves up to stroke what you can't take.

Imagine oldhead husband Ratchet, grumpy, always frustrated but imagine if he's totally whipped by you?

I mean he's a conjunx pleaser, devoted, completely devoted to loving you.

If you give him that glare when he's acting a fool he'll immidiately apologize, pat your hand and do his best to act cheery. Bumblebee thinks it's hilarious.

But you worry, he's always working and barely resting, if ever. When's the last time you two did anything really? Your memory chip can't really recall because it's been so long!

And look at him..just so determined, with that cute grumpy aged expression on his face..it gets your wires hot.

So one day while he's working, you come in, knowing full well what you're gonna do, and you make your move.

"Hello sweetspark.." Ratchet barley glanced up as you with a grumble as you kissed at his cheek. You two are lovey dovey! It's normal! Except..

You kept going. He froze as you nipped at his faceplate before continuing to his cable wires as he shut his eyes and leaned back in his chair

What am I ever going to do with you..." And that's how you two are how you are.

You're on Ratchet's lap as he's tiredly lounging in the chair, his old thick spike throbbing as he bucked up into you in time with your tender bounces. Leaning down you capture his intake in another kiss, as he rubs your back with his servo, sighing against your lips as he mumbled.

"I could stand to take breaks more often with you when you aren't busy..." Ratchet groaned

Most people would be still and on their backs when sleepy, maybe even napping? Taking a general break?

Well Choso is, laying on his back, having a break, but he isn't still, and not necessarily calm either.

You're on his lap, moaning tiredly not from sleep, but how you've been working your knees to bounce up and down his length, breathing out as you're trying to keep quiet as choose free hand rubs your thigh

He's lazily thrusting his hips up occasionally, sighing dreaming despite not dreaming as he murmured, one hand resting on his chest. "You're so pretty...love you so much.."

You whimper back, giving a small moan as you wanted more, sinking down again and grinding instead of bouncing.. "Chosooo...." You whine for him to move

Choso sighed sleepily again, moving his hand from your thigh to tangle in your underwear that's pushed to the side offering your hole before pulling on it like a handle and pounding up into you, hips snapping like he was on an energy reserve or something earlier and using it "c'mon honey...m'tired.." He mumbled lazily that betrayed his movements, but he's just jesting. He knows you like it when he's tougher and he always does his best to please you.

He moved his other hand to hold your hip, kicking his lips subtly while watching the way your chest reacted to the way he was fucking you.

You shutter, shutting her eyes and collapsing forward onto his chest as he holds onto you, your hole spasming as you're slammed right into your orgasm as you moan out. "Choossooooo..."

Choso sighed again, getting more sloppy with his movements as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, shutting his eyes as he takes in your scent, how you love him, how you love him inside you, how you love holding onto you, and he groans, not bothering to withdraw as he cums in you, hips lazily grinding against you as his veins bulge while he hugs you against him. "Love you...love you so much.." He sighed, kissing your hair and forehead and ear as he rides out his orgasm.

And of course, your hole puts him to sleep, snoring with you on top of him as you blink a few times after coming to your senses.

"..Choso?"

So sleepy.

Imagine, Orion Pax, savior of the transformers, possessor of the matrix and soft and cuddling and just a vanilla lovey dovey guy with his conjunx endura, you, in the public eye.

But once behind closed chamber doors he's an animal, feral, mostly your fault for ever suggesting you liked getting your metal damaged while bonding with him, and he's been addicted to it since, the way you get excited when he chokes you, slams so hard into you he chips metal.

He'll be so apologetic after, whimpering and hugging you close.

But you reassure him, it's alright, you wanted it, but you'll definitely need to see a repair kiosk.

And that's just the first time.

You don't get rough all the time, since nothing breaks sweet clingy sex with Orion the Pax, no, but whenever you do, ratchet is well aware

From how your sparking and rubbing your neck with a sheepish grin and embarrassed look to how Orion shuffles behind you, or carrying you with a red face, keeping his eyes down like a puppy caught doing something wrong, poking his index fingers together while Rachet assesses the paint work and slight wire repairs needed around your neck and chasse.

Orion is always cuddly after too, admiring your fresh new paint while his face is burried in your torso as you're both huddled together on a soft seat or bed.

He's still Orion Pax deep down after all of that, and won't do any of this unless you initiate

‼️Needy ‼️ Satoru who just can't spend one day away from you without coming back home ready to touch you

‼️Needy ‼️ Satoru who goes off on missions, getting himself worked up from battling before promptly returning home to his cock trained lover

‼️Needy ‼️ Satoru who can't even feel how light headed he is from where all the blood was truly working when he stumbles home one evening from a 7 hour mission and spots you, jeans on and baggy shirt that was actually his draping your body

‼️Needy ‼️ Satoru who wastes no time crashing his mouth sloppily into yours, surprising himself that his aim was still as correct as it could be when he's so pent up for you

‼️Needy ‼️ Satoru who begs you to hold him, touch him, just run your hands along his undercut, slap him, pinch him, anything to remind him you're right there and will touch and hold him whenever he's back from being apart from you longer than 10 minutes

‼️Needy ‼️ Satoru who just casually grips and rips through your pants (second time this month) as he forgets all logic, dragging your thighs and glancing at you for permission. If you playfully say no he'll look like he's about to cry from desperation to taste you

‼️Needy ‼️ Satoru who's soon atop you. No foreplay, he just takes you on the kitchen floor. He needs to be reminded of your touch, your clench, your smell..afterall, being away from you for 7 hours is a death sentence.

Satoru hums while dragging your socks off your feet, your sweatpants are thrown somewhere halfway across the room as your underwear is pushed to the side to reveal your hole, eyes never leaving yours as his mouth is parted open, sky blue crystal eyes staring down through your soul as his cock is already out, his pre leaking down his tip as if he's backed up, as if he hasn't gotten to touch you in days, but you literally rode him this morning.

He isn't even talking, being clingy as he hunches over you and rubs his length along your slit, frowning with a small pout as if it's your fault he had to go on mission in the first place...it's his job!

Grunting as he holds himself, he blows air through his nose as he pushes into you before hissing at the way you flutter around him. Inch by inch, he eventually gets impatient moving slowly and spikes himself into you, burrying to the hilt as you throb and whine at his size,hand shooting up to hold onto his shirt he didn't bother taking off before having you.

Exhaling, he has the mind to let you adjust before he begins thrusting slowly when you give him the okay, which turns into sloppy thrusts as he lifts his head and plants his hands on either side of your moaning face against the tiles of the kitchen, watching himself sloppily making love to your hole.

He's so needy, already thrusting like he's ready to orgasm. Panting heavily like he's running a marathon, moaning as your hand sweetly moves to his face to stroke his cheek as he leans into your touch, shutting his eyes as he groaned louder and louder, mumbling things in a mix of the languages he's bilingual in.

It doesn't take long until you come undone, and that does it for Satoru, clenching his lips as he's barley able to keep his eyes open to take in your beautiful face as your cumming around him.

Stuttering his hips, he cums, but doesn't stop moving, hand moving to rub your leg as he keeps thrusting through his spurting, panting before getting that smug look of his as he's fucked out, mouth falling open before he leans down to kiss you while pushing himself back into you.

"Missed you.." He mumbled, as if that wasn't obvious