Oi, Consider Eirene Being A Devil!!! Reader Stumbling On The Half Finished Ritual, Snooping Around Just

Oi, consider Eirene being a devil!!! Reader stumbling on the half finished ritual, snooping around just to get nicked accidentally on the sacrificial blade and drawing blood and thus finishing the spell that summoned Eirene, the Devil.

In exchange of Reader's soul she would grant any wish they seeked.

Reader : Can I see your cock?

Eirene : Excuse you?

Reader : I NEED MORE DATA.

At the end of it Eirene was smitten for this bold mortal and just gave the soul back, deciding to woo the human the old fashioned way!

I love how in the prescience of this powerful, intimidating, almighty devil who could slaughter a whole village within minutes, the first thing the Researcher does is not cry, nor quiver in fear, it’s to ask the devil if she could see their cock.

Devil! Eirene would be very caught off guard by the question, as most humans who have summoned her would either worship at her feet or beg for mercy. Upon seeing this cute little human with such pure curiosity and wonder in her eyes however, the Researcher would immediately pique Eirene’s interest and actually spare herself from the wraith of Eirene. No way could Eirene bring herself to devour the soul of this weird little human, she thinks the Researcher would be quite the interesting partner to have…

Yes, Devil! Eirene does end up showing the Researcher her cock. Yes, she does blush, and yes she does get her ego stroked a bit when the Researcher innocently comments “wow, it’s so big!”

Just for complimenting her size and fueling her ego, Devil! Eirene decides to form a contract with the Researcher in which she can be summoned at any time she likes. What do they need to do exactly for the contract? Have sex of course!

The Researcher’s notes after her encounter with Devil! Eirene:

- Devils can be very greedy in nature. They love to take things and keep them for themselves, even if it’s not theirs. I had to give Devil! Eirene my panties *crying face drawing*

- There are many ways to form a contract with a devil, but it must be done through a form of bodily fluid. While blood contracts are the norm, semen, cum and saliva are all very viable options.

- Devil tails are sensitive. Especially the tip.

- Devil horns are a lot bigger than demon horns. Makes sense as devils are at a higher level than demons.

- While the texture of devil cocks may vary, Eirene’s was ribbed and somewhat scaly.

- A contract through sex can only be completed when both partners orgasm, so that their bodily fluids could mix together.

- Devil! Eirene is very possessive and wouldn’t let me leave the cathedral until sunrise.

- Devil tongues are really long.

practicing familiars

A Night of Passion [18+]

Langley x female!reader

Warnings: Langley has a dick, teasing, rough sex, minor interruption, power dynamics, female!reader, overstimulation, punishment, brief masturbation, orgasm denial. NSFW!

This is a pure thirst fic. I originally posted this on Ao3! I hope you all enjoy. Please stay safe out there.

Requests: OPEN

"Why are you being slow?" You whine as your head is shoved against the pillows. Langley chuckles, gripping your hips making crescent shapes in your skin–slowly moving you against her cock. Your impatience was adorable yet so punishable, defiance never settled well with her. She glides through your wet folds, teasing your entrance and settling against you. She grabs your hair, forcing you against her front–lips dancing on your damp neck.

"Why? I can be. You need to have more patience, Rookie. Here I am, making sure you are prepared and ready; yet you wish you were taken." Her hot breath feels scolding against your ear, she tightens her hold against your hair and hip–warning you to not wiggle around. "You think I wish to be slow? This restraint for you, comes like second nature but it's difficult to fight the urges. Your pussy leaks for me, begging to be fucked." She bites your neck, proving how she easily melts you into a puddle. You cry out from her words and action, trying your damnedest to not grind against her.

You get no words out when your front meets the bed again. Langley said this meeting would be quick, there was an 'appointment' coming to her apartment soon. Yet, here she was being slow and taking her sweet time. Time ticked by agonizingly as she lined up her cock, pushing it in briefly before pulling out and humming at your whines. You could slam yourself back against her, shaking both of you to core but unknowing of what she would do–makes you excited.

She was too slow, way too slow. Your thoughts jumbled together as she sinks her length entirely into you–one solid motion without hesitation. Every movement you tried was stilled by her, the way her fingers slid down your back; leaving the faintest lines as she settled both hands on your hips.

"Do you feel that? You're taking me so well," Langley questions, one hand moving to press into your womb. Your whines are a delicious nectar to her, she always craves more. "You can't keep yourself together, hanging on by a thread and ruining my sheets. I've only just started!" She chuckles, pushing against your womb to silence your building protest. It was until she slowly pulled out and pushed back in at a torturous pace. She won't crack under the pressure; you, on the other hand, will break easily. The burn felt amazing, she stretched you perfectly and hit all the spots inside of you perfectly.

"P-please!" You beg, trying to buck against her. She quirks an eyebrow before her hand slaps against your ass, having the flesh ripple as you gasp. Her hands hold you firmly as her hips snap against you, hitting one of the sweet spot within you; she was trying to end every ounce of you.

Langley seemed to have too much fun torturing you, uncaring about her own pleasure as her leisurely pace made you yearn for more. "Listen to yourself, whining like a pathetic little girl." She coos, mocking your every action with striking precision. She deliberately pulls out of your oozing cunt and fixates how your essence coats her pulsing cock. She bites her lip as you try to grind back against nothing, you are dripping and making a mess–uncaring of your own actions as your sanity slowly breaks. This game she was playing was nearly unbearable: you just wanted to feel her, to fuck you until you forgot everything but her name.

She was going to ensure your mind was nothing but broken, then finally caving in and giving what you desire. Your hips move instinctively, trying hard to seek her out but Langley's grip only tightens–nearly breaking the very skin as she imprints crescent indents. She effectively kept you in place; she will move when she is ready to, not you. You try not to whine, your fists ball into the silky sheets as your teeth nearly ripped open the soft flesh of your lip. Her hold loosens as her hands trail up your back, just to rake back down. She enjoys watching you squirm, begging to be fuck.

Langley's hips unexpectedly snap forward, cock buried as you gasp and hold onto the sheets. She wastes no time to pull back and set a bruising pace, one that has you speechless–moaning out as your brain slowly scrambles. One hand moves up your back and grabs the back of your neck, forcing you face down into the mattress, nearly cutting off your air supply as she uses you like a toy. The only noise echoing throughout the room are wet slaps and muffled moans.

Langley groans as your walls squeeze around her, pulling her even further inside if it was possible. The pleasure blinds them, each slap of pelvis meeting ass only spurs them along and begs for the sweet symphony of release. She gazes over your back, finally settling on your ass jiggling after every thrust; the way her cock disappeared and shines from your arousal–it was breathtaking.

"Rookie, you're mine. Do you understand me?" A rush vertigo hits as Langley yanks you back, resting her chin against your shoulder; ultimately halting all movement. "You were close, no? You gripped me so tightly, just as a whore should." Her whispers were venomous, but it left you whimpering–grinding against her desperately to get the orgasm you desired. She kisses your shoulder and leads them to your neck, a rare display of affection from the woman.

An unanticipated knock interrupts the passion between you two, warranting a sigh from Langley and a whine from you as she pulls out. "Fun is always interrupted, is it not? Don't touch yourself." She warns, gently pushing you down to rest against the bed as she walks away to fetch a robe. You roll over, squeezing your thighs together as you fight the urge to tip yourself into bliss.

You stare at the ceiling, imagining countless ways Langley could ruin you during the time she's absent. The way her finger spread open your puffy lips, circling the sensitive clit before slowly leaning down to engulf the same part into her lips. Or, how her cock could be slamming into you–ascending you to the heavens and refusing to let you have a moment of respite. Your hand slowly slides down to your folds, grazing over them as you debate to touch yourself.

"I hope you're thinking about me," Langley climbs on the bed and opens your legs, revealing everything to her. Her gaze leisurely locks onto yours before giving a brief smile. "Nearly touching yourself without my consent. I believe that deserves punishment." She moves to lay on the bed, head resting against your thigh. Her green eyes seem to glow as she starts her plan. You whimper as her tongue agonizingly laps over your outer folds, it needed to be more; the orgasm was being wished away from you as you were being toyed with.

You attempt to tangle your hands in Langley's hair but she swats them away, scolding you with a nibble to your clit. She incases your thighs with her hands, racking her nails down the flesh–goosebumps erupt over the same spot and spread further. Her index finger brushes over your clit–making you mewl and shift in the sheets. This was torture, her being so slow that everything was replaced with need and annoyance. You gasp as her tongue messily licks a stripe from the entrance to your clit, rubbing it as her tongue reaches its destination. She low-key moans as the essence coats her tongue. It takes all her might to not dive in more, like a pussy drunk fool.

"Hold it." Langley warns, latching her lips to your clit. You dig your hands back into the sheets, moaning loudly as your back arches; there was no way you could prevent your orgasm. There was a smile before she hollowed her cheeks and moved away with a soft lick. She gazes at the mess you've made before plunging two fingers deep inside of you. No noise leaves your lips, she curls them–assaulting the spongy patch to have tears rolling down your flustered cheeks. "Don't slip, you won't like it if you do." Your eyes were squeezed shut as you pant like a dog in heat; the temptation to bite your bottom lip was high, it would only warrant disapproval.

Langley shifts to undo her loose robe, her hand making way to her pulsing cock to relieve herself minorly. The wetness from your arousal earlier was present, but she found herself mixing the leaking precum into it. She hoped you slipped, the punishment in mind would benefit you both–only you would lose yourself completely, devoted to only her. It's what she craved.

You wanted Langley to stop moving her fingers, the squelch is followed by soft fap sounds echoed throughout the room. You were unbelievably soaked and you knew it, she always had this effect on you–at work or within the safety of her apartment. You wanted to wrap your lips around her cock, watch how she tried to keep a straight face but the grip on your hair gave it away. The small gasps that never went unnoticed. You could convince her later after being such a good girl for her.

"I…I won't..won't!" You manage to spill out. Langley chuckles and quickens her fingers, waiting patiently for you to crack. She hammers her fingers into you, spelling out how much you need to crack. Your knuckles are nearly white as you fought against your impending doom. The fast and brutal treatment lasted not as long as you wished for, she was pulling away entirely.

"N-no!" You beg, shivering slightly at Langley's breath on your thigh. She offered no words, her tongue slips from her lips and prods at your entrance. Your hands clutch her disheveled locks, rolling your hips against her mouth–trying to get the scale to tip despite the warning. She groans as you pull her hair, the vibrations unintentionally reverberating through you earning choked sobs alongside her new onslaught.

Langley's sheer willpower is strong enough to prevent herself from falling for self pleasure. You could beg her to indulge but bite back the very words, the moans and sobs were overpowering every other noise you could produce. Her tongue slips inside of you, savoring every ounce of slick pouring out. Your peak is quick to hit like lightning, vision blurring as the moans are heightened in pitch and volume. "L..Lan- ah!!" You failed to finish your sentence as she feverishly ate you out, the vigorous pace not once stopping despite you disobeying her demand and peaking into nirvana.

Your back arches as everything snapped and sweet bliss washed over you, your nails dog into her scalp making Langley groan. You slump back against the bed, exhausted and out of breath. You felt heavy, any movement made you twitch and her overstimulation only made it worse.

"I told you not to cum, poor thing.. You know punishment is coming?" Langley slowly moves back from your pussy, lips slick with your essence–her piercing gaze watching you. "Am I the only one who can make you feel this way? You're mine." She settles between your legs, hand gripping your chin as a smirk forms on them delicious lips; the possessive tone shooting straight through you. You look over her disheveled appearance, the blond locks messy from all your needy pulling.

"Mine.." Langley growls, rutting against you as she bends down and kissing the sweaty column of your neck. She bites down earning a deep moan from you, moving your hips to seek her. She licks over the mark, reaching down and holding your hips still. You tilt your head, giving her more access to produce multiple marks all over. She hums in approval, sucking and biting the revealed skin; purposely sliding her cock against your soaked slit.

"Yours, A-all yours.." You stutter as your breathing escalates, you want more but you have no willpower to admit such a demand. Your thoughts stop as Langley ruts against you, teasingly having her tip nudge against your clit. She pulls away enough to circle one arm around your waist, taking advantage of the fact you arched into her. Her eyes look over your neck before settling on your fucked out face. She leans down, capturing your lips in a breathtaking embrace, purposely sliding her cock against you.

"What should your punishment be?" Langley's hot breath remains on your lips. Your answer was immediate.

"Fuck me."

Langley chuckles, pausing her movements and kissing your cheek. "You've wanted that all along, didn't you?" You shudder at her breath tickling your skin, her lips never seem to touch you again. She refuses to give you want you wanted, instead she was implementing her own way to torture you. She loves to hear you whine and be compliant, seeing you slowly delve into the sea of frustration as she remains strong willed. She would not admit how much she wanted to see you sob as you struggled to keep awake, her thrusting so deep and brutal that you'd feel the ghost movements tomorrow.

"I hope you're ready to receive what I have planned." Langley kisses you one last time, sitting up before digging into her desires. You shudder at her tone dropping in octave, spreading your legs further apart to urge her to hasten.

This was going to be a long, tiring night. One of which you'll likely lose your voice and have to call out of work the next morning. It will be worth it, spending a night with Langley always is.

Could you draw Cinnabar from Path to Nowhere? 🥺

HERE U GO ANON. i've drawn two sorry i got excited 😔

this made me remember i struggle drawing ptn characters like they're so hard to draw and for what. i'll finish the others rqs later when im fully awake. enjoy cinnabar for now, i hope i did her justice <////3

Ellie fucking you HARD in missionary till your crying and trying to push her off you but she slaps your hands away and chokes you while holding one of your ankles to your head and kisses your ankle haaa🤗

oh god yes.

i already hc ellie as groaner and a grunter during sex. shes a breather too where she can be very quiet but when she’s so desperate and in love with how she’s strapping you down, she’s fucking loud. she’s already enthusiastic in whatever she does and invests her time in so i don’t think fucking would be any different.

she’d use a strap like it was stuck to her skin, pounding deep into your cunt no matter how many times you came or if you need a breath after your high. she’d watch you, feeding off your own sensitivity and make you look at her, she use all that strength that she has (because we’ve seen her arms and how she holds heavy fucking armory and a goddamn filled backpack), pushing your thigh and arms deep into the mattress. she’d know how to hold your throat, squeezing just enough so there’s a possibility you pass out but you don’t, she’d say things like, “let me see you.” and something similar like, “look at me fucking you.” shes 100% into eye contact and your clit would never not be touched.

she’d most definitely love having your legs dangle over her shoulders and your feet weakly flopping around. she’d basically make out with your calf and ankle, holding your other thigh so tight she could probably bruise it. she’d say, “im so deep inside you… i want to breed this pretty pussy… let me cum inside you.” in the most desperate way possible.

ellie just gives me, ‘ill overstimulate you, fill your pussy over and over and i won’t stop. ill keep fucking you… and fucking… and fucking you until you cry.’ she’d kiss your tears, growl in your ear. i already know the bed would scrape against the floor and bang on the wall, picture frames falling. if you ever tried to escape (and you’re willing of what she’s giving you of course), she’d follow you, and you’d be all over the entirety of the bed. your head could hang off the mattresses edge and it’s just jerking at the pace of her thrusts.

man… just thinking about it is insane.

"Would you still love me if I was rotting?"

It's a simple question.

Their breath tickles your ear. It's impossible to escape their scent wrapped in their favorite jacket. There came a point in time where they'd sooner give the skin off their back than let someone else wear it, but their feeling changed as all things do.

"Silly. That's not how this question goes. You're supposed to say "Would you still love me if I was a worm."

"This is my version. Would you still love me if my body was rotting? If my skin became leathery. If the lips you kissed every night before bed cracked and tore, giving way to my yellowing teeth. If the light fades from my eyes, hollow and empty. If I was unable to move from your bed anymore due to the decay of my tendons, would you still love me?"

The pause has you fearing they began to rot before you. The fingers tenderly brushing your cheek tell you otherwise.

"Hmm.... Yup! I'd give you bits of my own flesh so you always look your best. I'd carve you new eyes out of glass so you'd still be able to see me. I'd kiss your teeth all the same - there's no pair of lips out there I could stitch onto yours that would feel the same. Tie strings to your tattered wrists and ankles so we can still see the word together. I'd bathe you, sleep next to you, cry with you, rot with you. So, yes - I'd still love you if you were rotting. It gives me a new version of you to cherish."

"..... You're a freak."

"I know~ But I'm your freak and that makes it okay."

".....Thank you."