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.

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.

to love (and be loved).

fandom ; path to nowhere

pairing ; zoya x fem!reader

content ; fluff, flirting, zoya is down bad for reader, stuff gets a bit spicy at the end 👀

summary ; zoya doesn’t normally oversleep, but with the soft sunlight shining into your shared bedroom and the easy breeze circulating in your shared bedroom, how could she not spare a few minutes to cuddle with her beloved?

a/n ; ahh i finally posted my first work for zoya my wife 😭 i was short on ideas when i wrote this but please still enjoy! also please feel free to send in requests for my dear lady because i want to keep writing for her!

It wasn’t every day that Zoya got the chance to spend time with you. Usually, the both of you would go your separate ways at the start of each day, and when you returned home, you were just too tired to take anything further. Zoya didn’t mind at first (you were a busy woman), but she found herself growing more and more desperate for your affection. As it turned out, even the Legion Commander was needy sometimes. 

Eyes still sticky with sleep, Zoya rolled over, the bed creaking below her weight. You were lying on the other side of the bed, so close that if she were to stretch out her hand, she would be able to touch you. Your eyes were still blissfully shut even though the sun had risen a while ago, and under the soft morning light, you looked like an angel. Your lips were slightly parted, and she fought the urge to press a kiss to your mouth, fearing that she would wake you from your much needed slumber.

It was something she both shunned and admired about you: as the Chief of MBCC, you always seemed to work yourself to the bone, sacrificing your own basic needs to keep the organization running. She herself wasn’t one for self-preservation, but she knew lately you had been pushing your limits to the extent where she needed to step in. It didn’t take much to convince Nightingale to relieve you of your work for the day, and Zoya herself had cleared her own schedule to spend time with you.

What a hassle you are… she thought lovingly, her gaze filled with warmth towards you.

Almost as if you sensed her gaze, you began to stir. Your eyes fluttered open, squinting in the sudden light, until you met Zoya's stare.

Eyes usually sharp and glaring were now soft and serene, and for a moment, she wasn’t the Legion Commander hiding a bruised heart – she was simply your Zoya.

“Hello, there,” you said, voice still hoarse with sleep. You turned to face her fully, reaching out to caress her cheek softly with the back of your hand as she mumbled a response.

She shut her eyes, the sensation of your skin against yours making her heart tremble. Zoya wanted more – needed more – but her intensity was quickly quelled when your fingers traveled to her temples, running along her silver hair. She sighed in contentment, enjoying the simple sounds of the morning, until she heard you giggle under your breath.

Her eyes snapped open. “Why are you laughing?” Her voice came out more defensive than she expected, but you didn’t take it to heart. Your smile widened, and you leaned towards her, your weight supported by your elbows.

“You like it when I do this, hm?” You continued to play with her hair, brushing the stray locks from her eyes. She frowned up at you, but her eyes glinted playfully behind her bangs.

The next thing you knew, she had curled her fingers around your wrist, your own fingers still tangled in her hair. You released a small yelp as she pulled you down, your face landing flat onto her chest. Zoya laughed, reaching up to stroke the back of your head while the other snaked around your waist.

“Where did your confidence go all of a sudden?” You buried your face into her neck, heat rushing to your face.

“It’s not fair!” you protested. She flipped you over suddenly, making you yelp again. "You're lucky I fancy you. Even now I'm holding back quite a bit of my power…"

You pouted, your wrists trapped in her hands. You knew your lover was just messing with you; she was much stronger than you were, and yet her grasp on you was so gentle. That didn't mean horseplaying with her was easy though. Luckily, you knew of a way to make her slow her advances and melt like putty in your hands. 

You sighed, allowing your eyes to skim her body as you smiled faintly. "I love you too, Zoya."

You saw the moment her eyes softened again, and the cold metal of her gaze turned to a gentle ocean blue. Now it was her turn to pout. "So that's your secret weapon?" She released your wrists and bent down to kiss you, partially to hide the stir of emotions surfacing on her features.

Before you, the word ‘love’ was foreign to her; she only knew to fight back against the world that so desperately desired her downfall, teeth bared and fists clenched. But under your touch, her words and her deeds softened; never in her life did she think it was possible to bear her heart to someone without facing judgment. Sometimes it wasn’t easy to put into words, but Zoya knew she loved you. She would go to war for you – die for you, even – if it was the last thing she would do.

Her mouth moved to hover over the column of your throat, kissing the area where she felt your pulse beating steadily – before pulling away from you, much to your disappointment. She pulled you on top of her so that you were straddling her waist, and even though you were looking down at her, you could feel that she was still the one in control.

“You said I wasn't playing fair?" Zoya said, her voice hoarse with need. Her hand trailed from your neck to your collarbone to your sternum where the collar of your nightgown hung low, and you fought the urge to shut your eyes and lean into her touch.

“Show me what you’re capable of.”

ps: is anyone willing to send me zoya's voicelines if they have her? i don't have her (i want her so bad though) but i kinda need her voicelines for research purposes 😭

"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."

since the anon mentioned monster girls with a excellent sense of smell, I was wondering what kind of monster girl would Cassia be?

Cassia would probably be a classic vampire if I’m being honest. Considering she is obsessed with the scents of women, it made me think she’d be the type of vampire to climb into the bedrooms of sleeping maidens, attracted to their unique scents and unable to resist the urge to sink her fangs into their neck… (Think of like the vampire; Carmella)

Vampire! Cassia would be drawn to the alluring scent of the Researcher in particular however, because she smelled very strongly of other monsters. Usually vampires are repulsed by the scents of other monsters (with the exception of Alraunes and other plant-types) but Cassia was intrigued by how a human like you smelled like a mix of Alraune, Werewolf, Fallen Angel, Slime, Kraken, Yurei, Nekomata, Devil and more all at the same time. She just had to taste you.

When the Researcher inevitably stumbles upon Vampire! Cassia, it’d probably be by complete accident. Expect her to somehow creep into your tent at night, watching you sleep for a bit and admiring your beauty before taking a big whiff of your scent.

You then proceeded to be awakened that night by a bite and the feeling of a pretty woman licking your wounds 😨

There’s just something extremely touching about watching Izutsumi work through a wide range of emotions when she sees Marcille cry for the first time.

She’s sleeping on Marcille’s lap when it happens—something she hadn’t willingly done since her human consciousness was subdued in the Golden Country.

Izutsumi was initially very embarrassed when she remembered showing Marcille such unbridled affection when her monster (cat) side had full control in Melini. But now, shortly after, she did it again without any fuss, seemingly over this embarrassment.

But when she notices Marcille crying—not crying expressive tears over a situation with low stakes, but tears of real sorrow and loss—Izutsumi physically recoils.

She reacts with the childlike fear and panic that one feels when someone they heavily rely on and trust (like a parent or teacher) shows vulnerability, doubt, or weakness. She lashes out, trying to use words of reproach to get Marcille to stop crying. Or, in childlike terms, to try to force Marcille’s pain go away.

When that doesn’t work, we see her physically struggle as she tries to sit by and wait it out. But Izutsumi can’t do it.

Marcille’s pain causes her so much intense distress that Izutsumi immediately offers physical affection as a response—something she has not done for anyone up to this point.

When Senshi told the party about his traumatic backstory, Izutsumi did not touch him. She did support him, tried to offer words of comfort, but she did not embrace him like the others did. Maybe she didn’t know how; maybe she didn’t have a proper example on what comforting someone looked like. But she saw all three of them reach for Senshi, she saw them hold him in their arms, and anchor him as he cried.

This is the first time another party member has cried out of sadness since that moment. It’s possible that she saw how the others helped Senshi, and maybe, subconsciously, she saw that it worked. That it made him feel better.

She is clearly unused to it, and has her own rollercoaster of emotions as Marcille gratefully accepts the comfort Izutsumi is offering her. But it helps. It helps Marcille immediately, and Izutsumi knows this.

These acts of vulnerability are foreign to her, and thus make her feel uncomfortable, but she lets Marcille lean on her afterwards anyway. She wanted Marcille to be okay, wanted it so badly, that she accidentally overcame an emotional obstacle she never even knew she had.