loser!demon boyfriend x reader, fluff, mentions of love making but no smut!
♡ | diary of the pathetic men — exhibit : ii
your demon boyfriend is the biggest loser (said lovingly) you've ever known.
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loser!demon boyfriend x reader, fluff, mentions of love making but no smut!
♡ | diary of the pathetic men — exhibit : ii
your demon boyfriend is the biggest loser (said lovingly) you've ever known.

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彡 SLEEPING DOVE ♡ fluff
requested, If it's okay I wanted to ask if you could maybe write something like your Late Nights with Sanemi but with Douma? - ANON
When Douma comes back into your shared room from his worship section of his temple, his eyes trail the moonlight that spills across the floor. He is greeted by silence, which wasn't out of the ordinary—it is quite late at night, far too late for his pretty darling to be awake. He knows you're asleep—you always fall asleep before he comes back, not that he minds. He likes to tease you about it.
It's late, far too late, and yet there you are, curled up under the futon with one hand loosely clutching the blanket. And Douma can't help but stare at you, how could he not with your features etched so soft in his eyes, you're so fragile and delicate. He knows he should feel nothing, and he does, truly feel nothing—that's what is true.
But there's just something that presses agasint him to feel that aching need to have you in his possession. How you're so utterly beautiful and fragile, it's sickening, but you're his, and he's claimed you as his—they want to care for someone like you.
Sometimes the monster under your bed would like to come up for a cuddle.
the densest ever chubby fem reader, and the monster that's been flirting with her so blatantly but she still just doesn't get it. The monster (werewolf? demon?) eventually gets tired of their attempts at flirting and frustrated, decides to SHOW the reader what they want to do to them. By doing it to them.
Reader struggles and is confused at first, though they can't help but eventually break to it, their monster's affections finally clicking in their slow little mind <3
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Kabr0z Writes Episode 222: Partygoers
Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!
Episodes 1-180 are on the Ao3!
CWs: Not much again! Enthusiastic consent, at least once the reader cottons on; vaginal sex; creampie;
A/N: Holy shit. Am I getting some tempo back? Let's hope so!
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"agh-"
Father Thomas is certain he wasn't too loud, but the second the mild discomfort leaves his mouth Ba'al-Zebub is stepping out from the shadows behind the bathroom door (even though it was open.. dramatic fly)
"Cut yourself shaving again?" He asks rhetorically as he gently takes Thomas by the shoulders to turn him around, sure enough the priest has a small cut on the corner of his mouth and a pout on his face.
"..Yes" Thomas sighs
"Let me..." Ba'al-Zebub leans in to match the priest's height and smiles when they lock eyes for a moment
The devil's tongue is cold when it runs over the bloody corner of his vessel's mouth, so cold Thomas whines as it feels like he's getting freezer burnt.
"heh.. sorry."
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Diablo IV short story, featuring a demon and a druid because I said so:
I made a post awhile ago asking about the monsterfuckers in the Diablo IV fandom and it got no traction. So I may stand alone or with a very small crowd here. But I am still standing, so hear me out.
I have a druid character in Diablo IV and if you play Diablo IV, you know the druids are husky. They are tall and plump, buxom, packed with muscle and padded with fat. The druids are goddamn bears. Sometimes literally! You can shapeshift into a bear! You can also shapeshift into a wolf. But all that woman made me think of a demon desperate to plow his skeleton of a body between those plush thighs, to have those magnificent breasts spill out of his long-fingered hands, and to lay his skull on that soft, firm pillow of a belly.
It's all I can think about.
So hear me out here with a little story I have been daydreaming about the last few days:
(smut, mentions of demonic possession)
Soft demons (part 2)
(Other works)
You were startled to see an incubus in you living room one day
You’d been doing this for months now, and you assumed either incubi weren’t real, or that they had no need for affection in the same way
But here she was, very human and very scantily clad
You didn’t want to jump to assumptions upon seeing her, so you reacted passively as you did to every one of your visitors
She spoke with a melodic soft voice, “I hope I’m not imposing.”
She looked a bit nervous and uncertain
“Not at all. Is there a name I can call you?”
“Effra, I already know your name”
“Pleasure to meet you, is there something in particular I can do for you?” You handed her a fuzzy blanket that was a favorite of newcomers and gestured for her to sit down as you sat too
“Can we just... talk?” She asked in a small voice
“Of course!” Her eyes lit up at your enthusiasm
Effera became one of your regulars, and she was the first of your visitors to keep in touch when she wasn’t there in person
Sometimes over texts on your phone, which was surprising
Or through little handwritten notes. These were always written in her flowing delicate script on rich velvety parchment paper
She became one of your best friends actually
You started seeing many more incubi after that
One actually told you that incubi were worried to visit you initially as they didn’t want to make you uncomfortable
You got a little choked up at how sweet that was
Incubi as a whole were simple visitors. They usually just wanted emotional connection or domestic sweetness
You were more than happy to oblige
They also brought some of the most diverse and interesting gifts
One day you received an official looking envelope addressed to you
Inside was the deed to a large property in a rural area about an hour from your current home, a key to the house-mansion on said property, and a note
Note was a strong word
It was a piece of crisp black card stock like material. It shimmered a bit in the light and in the middle was a single question mark that looked like it was burned into the paper in molten silver.
There was no return address on the package, but you assumed this was another gift.
You were conflicted, as much as you loved your visitors you weren’t sure if you were willing to make such a big change.
And as much as you enjoyed the gifts, the extravagant nature of it all made you a bit uncomfortable
You debated for a few hours and couldn’t come to any conclusion so you set the envelope to the side.
Two days later there was an envelope made of that strange black paper on your coffee table. It smelled strongly of cardamom and cinnamon and said your name in that same strange silver on the front
You opened it to a short note
This is not a deal or contract, just mutual investment in and commitment to your work. More would like to visit but your location isn’t ideal (size, prying eyes etc)
All of your possessions will be moved, and others will be provided at request
Your safety is guaranteed and your work would be deeply appreciated
Declining is understood, but represents unfair limitation of who can visit
Thank you for what you do regardless
S.
Burn for yes
Bury for no
You had a pretty clear idea who “S” was
And it wasn’t Santa
🖤💚🖤💚 part 3
Love and bugs,
H
Other works!
What if, demons come in pompom form? His name is Sugar Coat.