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➤ getting cockblocked at the HoL | azra x gn!reader

0.5k words | nsfw | oral sex

The warm, syrupy pleasure of your impending orgasm dissipates suddenly when Azra lifts his head from between your legs with a rumbling growl. Your fingers slip through his curls and you raise your head off the pillow to glance down at him. "Hey, are you—?" You're panting a little, but then you finally realize what's got him so worked up: the front door of the House of Lamentation slams shut and you hear the indistinct voices of the demon brothers returning home early from RAD. Shit.

"I'm sorry, we were supposed to have more time." You scratch your fingers lightly against his scalp in apology and his eyes flutter closed when he leans into your palm. The menacing growl softens into a purr instead. It's not that he's unwelcome here, not exactly. Sometimes it's easier if you can keep him and certain demons from crossing paths—it really ruins the mood once they start bickering.

He glances up at you and you can tell he's still a little annoyed by the interruption. "I don't care if you don't." He kisses your palm and flicks out his tongue playfully to lick the same spot. "Whatever you want, babe."

Your thighs are still slung over his shoulders and trembling slightly from the pleasure simmering in your belly. His eyes are dark and glittering with lust, and his lips are shiny from spit and slick. His thumbs trace little circles around the jut of your hip bones. He turns his head and kisses your thigh, and your restraint crumbles. "Don't stop."

He looks genuinely surprised for a moment, but the expression passes and his mouth curls into a smirk. He runs his tongue along his teeth so you can see his fangs, and you know he's doing it on purpose just to tease you. "Mm, I was hoping you'd say that."

He sits up and lowers your legs back to the mattress. His hands tighten on your hips and then the world shifts as he flips you onto your stomach. He coaxes you to your knees, and you look back over your shoulder just in time to see him lower his head. "Try and keep quiet, yeah?" he murmurs, his warm breath fanning across the swell of your ass. You exhale shakily and release a stuttered moan as his fingers spread you wide for him. "Don't want the others hearing us. All your pretty noises are mine, aren't they?"

Your face grows warm from the insinuation that you might be a little loud in bed, but then his tongue traces your hole and your body shivers. Desire courses through your veins all over again and your fingers clench the sheets to brace yourself. "Oh, fuck—!" The vibration of his chuckle ripples up your body from between your legs. You bite down onto the pillow just in time to muffle your shout as his greedy tongue snakes its way inside you.

First of all, i LOVE your Karasu au and your writing in general 😍😍

I don't know if you're taking requests, so feel free to ignore this if you aren't. That being said... How it would be the first time between MC and Karasu?? 👀👀

a/n: I don't want to spoil part five his story, but I'm happy to provide some general details about possible things to expect! his character page also has some nsfw info/drabbles to keep the thirst at bay.

➤ first time headcanons | karasu

0.5k words | x gn!reader | nsfw | suggestive and explicit content

— It's going to take place at his house. He's not comfortable being caught or overheard doing that with you at the House of Lamentation right now. He also wants to be completely open and vulnerable for you, and he needs his private space for that.

— He knows what he wants but doesn't really know how to get there. He's going to be trying to kiss you and undress you at the same time. It might be a bit clumsy because he wants to take things slow, but it's hard because he's desperate to finally touch you.

— He's going to be loud. It's canon, he is not quiet in bed. He's going to talk constantly about how much he's wanted this, how good you feel, how gorgeous you are, how hard you make him. When he can't form words anymore, he's going to be moaning and whimpering and whining from pleasure. He doesn't swear often but he loses his composure when he cums.

— You probably won't see his demon form in bed, at least not yet. It would be too overwhelming with the heightened senses and he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you. He may unfurl his wings during or after, but his full form won't manifest.

— It might be a little disappointing if you have unrealistic expectations. He can't recall the last time he had sex with someone (think a couple decades or longer) so he doesn't have the control or the stamina to make things last. He's going to be so embarrassed by it, but eventually all he can think about is finding new ways to please you. He's going to make it up to you while he recuperates so expect multiple rounds rather than one long drawn-out session.

— He might giggle if something feels ticklish, or sometimes he just feels euphoric when he cums. He might cry, too. He's a sensitive, deliriously happy mess of a demon. He hopes you'll embrace both possibilities because these are sides of him that no one else has ever seen.

— He'll be open to being pegged/fucked later, but for your first time, he wants to fuck you. If you want to get on top and ride him though, by all means. He might last longer that way too. Also, he's going to openly stare at your body as you move above him (when he's not throwing his head back against the pillow with a whine to try and hold back his release a little longer).

— The morning after might be a rare time when he actually decides to use a personal day to skip work. He will be very reluctant to leave your side for a while.

— After he walks you back to the House of Lamentation, he's going to flop down in the messy sheets and roll around in your scent. He's going to get hard thinking about you and the night before, and he's already itching for the next time you can spend the night.

Hnnng been having Karasu thoughts. What would happen if for some reason Karasu thought MC was cheating but in fact they were planning some sort of surprise for him? Can you imagine his immense guilt when he realized he doubted them for nothing!?! Ugh I love angst-but-not-really scenarios

a/n: keeping this light on the angst because I don't like tormenting our dear crow boy too much. :(

suspicious surprises | karasu x reader

1.1k words | sfw | gn!reader | misunderstandings and resolved angst

cw: they/them pronouns for mc.

Mammon knows Karasu better than anyone else in the Devildom. He knows what Karasu's voice sounds like when he’s frustrated, knows what his eyes look like when they glint dangerously with anger he tries to hide. More often than not these days, Karasu looks happier than Mammon can remember, and they've known each other for a long time. Maybe that’s why he’s confused by the way Karasu looks now, pacing back and forth in Mammon’s room while he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

“What d’ya mean, MC’s been acting weird?” Mammon leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “They seem fine t’me.”

Karasu shook his head. “No, there’s something going on. They were on the phone with someone earlier and hung up quickly when I walked into the room. I asked them about it and they said it was nothing,” Karasu explained, glancing at Mammon, “but you and I both know they’re not a very good liar.”

“Can’t you just, I dunno, look up that stuff at work? Their phone logs and whatever else, y’know, see who they were talkin’ to?” It was an innocent suggestion, but Mammon didn’t expect Karasu to glare at him like the idea was offensive.

“I would never abuse my position to violate their privacy like that.” The frown on Karasu’s face deepened. “I can’t do that. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Okay, okay,” Mammon raised his hands placatingly. “Well, what else has been buggin’ you? Because one phone call ain’t enough reason to make you–” he paused, waving his hand in Karasu’s direction, “–y’know, like this.”

“They’ve been spending a lot of time with Asmodeus–alone,” Karasu added, annoyance creeping into his tone. “I know MC and your family are very close, but the secretive phone calls? Hushed conversations? And their little–their little dates,” he nearly spat the word between gritted teeth.

“Dates?” All of Karasu’s suspicions started to fall into place, and Mammon nearly groaned when he realized what all the mixed signals meant. “Nope, no way,” he said hastily, shaking his head. “Asmo’s a flirt but trust me, he’s not makin’ any moves on MC.” Mammon rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly because he knew exactly what you and his brother were up to. 

Karasu looked unconvinced and continued pacing, listing off all the clues that led him to believe something was going on.  

“Well, a few nights ago they went to The Fall together–” (to sign a contract to reserve one of the VIP lounges)

“–and yesterday they went out for dinner–” (after they finalized the menu for the dinner Ristorante Six will be catering)

“–and now they’re out shopping.” (so Asmo could take you to pick up the custom gift you ordered with his help)

Karasu dropped onto the couch beside Mammon and ran his fingers through his hair. “What am I supposed to think? They’re spending so much time together all of a sudden. Every time I mention it, MC looks guilty like they’re hiding something from me.” His glasses slid off his nose when he looked down and they clattered on the floor. He ignored them and buried his face in his hands instead. “What could be bad enough that they feel like they can’t tell me?”

Mammon rubbed his back, albeit a little awkwardly; he wasn’t sure the gesture was appreciated. “I can promise ya that whatever yer thinkin’, you’ve got the wrong idea. Did it ever occur to you that maybe MC’s keepin’ secrets from you for a reason?”

The crow demon looked up in confusion. “Is there such a thing as a good secret that MC would keep from me?”

Mammon sighed. One of the smartest demons in the Devildom and he’s so clueless, ain’t he? “Let me ask ya this, then: you got anything special comin’ up?”

Karasu pulled out his D.D.D. and Mammon snorted when he started scrolling through the calendar app to check his schedule for the week. “Only some work-related meetings, nothing out of the ordinary.” He tapped the screen a couple times quickly and squinted at something. “Oh, and MC mentioned something about doing something on Saturday for…for…”

Mammon smirked knowingly. “What’s that about Saturday?”

Karasu set his D.D.D. beside him and slumped back against the couch. “They’re planning something for my birthday, aren’t they?” he asked flatly, even though he already knew the answer. It was so obvious now.

“Of course they are,” Mammon snickered. “The first birthday you’re celebrating together since you two started goin’ out, yeah? MC’s lookin’ to spoil ya, you lucky bird. Asmo offered to help MC plan the whole thing since he has lots of useful connections in town. Don’t tell ‘em I ruined the surprise though, MC will kill me. ”

“You really think MC would go to all this trouble to surprise me?” Karasu asked. Mammon expected him to be relieved, but he just sounded sad. He stared in front of him, eyes unfocused, unblinking. “I was afraid…well, I was worried about a lot of things, I suppose,” he admitted, lowering his eyes while his hands fidgeted nervously in his lap. “But I didn’t know how to tell them that.”

Mammon nudged his shoulder lightly. “You haven’t done this sort of thing in a long time, right? How long’s it been since you were with someone anyway? Five years? Six?”

“Double that at least,” Karasu said, sniffling his nose.

No wonder he was so lost. “See? This relationship stuff is all new for you. It makes you feel vulnerable and out of control, and I know you’re not used to that.” Mammon leaned back with a sigh. “And trust me, my brothers and I know a thing or two about bein’ jealous and possessive and all that. It’s sort of our reputation ‘round here.”

“I didn’t really think MC would–you know, hurt me intentionally,” Karasu explained slowly. “But you’re right. I let my anxieties get the better of me. I’ll learn from this and be better for them.” He looked at Mammon worriedly. “You won’t tell them, will you?”

“It’ll be our little secret,” Mammon said, drawing his fingers across his lips with an exaggerated ziiiip. “But I’m serious, you got lucky with MC. You’re good for each other.” Mammon watched the bashful smile bloom on his friend’s face, his eyes brightening slightly with something hopeful.

“You really think so?” Karasu asked wonderingly.

Mammon nodded. “Wouldn’t have let it get this far between ya if I thought otherwise.”

A quiet giggle bubbled out of Karasu before he bit his lip to stifle the sound. “I think I’m going to enjoy my birthday this year for the first time in a long time,” he admitted softly. The grin on his face was contagious, and all Mammon saw was a hopelessly besotted crow oozing with affection.

Karasu might not realize it, but Mammon’s seen MC with the same expression on their face and he knows who it is they’re thinkin’ of when they do. “Yeah, I think so too.”

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AZRA x gn!Reader 0.6k Words | SFW | Picnic Dates Gone Astray -> Prompts: Going On Long Walks & Kissing in the Rain [ 2K Event Masterlist ]

“I’m sorry," Azra mutters with sincere disappointment.

You rub your arms to warm them up, but you offer him a small smile despite the rain dripping down your face. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

Azra looks like he wants to argue further but decides against it. He glances down and kicks angrily at the dirt path turned muddy by the rain. His body is tense like a wire, and you recognize the frustrated tone in his voice.

He had a rare night off work and he suggested doing something a little more adventurous for your dinner date. The weather forecast was clear when you reached your picnic spot. Within minutes of starting to eat, dark clouds rolled in and the first drops of rain trickled down. He found a semi-dry boulder off the path for you to sit on, and he shrugged off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders.

He paces with nervous energy while he takes out his phone and calls Zekhan and have him bring the car. It's too wet and cold for your picnic, and he wants to get you home quickly before you get sick.

“—you think I would’ve planned this if I knew it was going to rain?” Azra grumbles into the phone. He glances at you and rolls his eyes, and you cover your mouth to stifle your laughter. 

His mouth ticks up into a smile, but then he frowns at something his assistant says on the other end. “Of course I gave them my jacket!“ and you listen with amusement as the two of them bicker back and forth. You’re touched that most of their conversation seems to be focused on making sure you're being taken care of. 

He sighs tiredly when he finally hangs up the call. “He’s on his way, but we need to meet him at the bottom of the path.” He kneels in front of you and rubs your arms gently. Even though his borrowed jacket is keeping you warm and dry, the wind is picking up and you shiver. His own shirt is soaked through and sticking to his skin, but if he feels bothered by the weather, he's doing a good job of hiding it from you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wear this?” you ask him worriedly.

He shakes his head. “I’m fine, love. You keep it on. I don’t want you to get sick on me, not when I’ve still got a chance to salvage our evening together.”

He offers you his hand and pulls you up. He takes the basket with the half-eaten dinner in one hand and laces your fingers together with the other. Every now and then, he glances up at the sky and glares as if the clouds ruined his romantic plans on purpose.

It doesn’t take too long to walk down the path and back to the main road. You spot a familiar pair of headlights in the distance; they flash at you, and Azra waves back in acknowledgement.

You tug on his hand to stop him, and he looks back at you questioningly. “I know things didn’t turn out the way you planned, but I appreciate the effort anyway.” You lean forward and peck his lips with a quick kiss, and you smile when he looks stunned and blinks at you dazedly. “Thank you.”

After a moment he grins at you and leads you to the car. He opens the back door for you so you can slide in first. “Oh, don’t worry—I already have some ideas how I can make this up to you,” he murmurs against your lips when he slides in next to you and pulls you close for another kiss. “I promise.”