Id Have Every Mf In That House Worried For The Both Of Us With The Amount Of Filthy Sounds Wed Be Making,

I’d have every mf in that house worried for the both of us with the amount of filthy sounds we’d be making, def pegging him afterwards too 🤞🏾

big boy

beelzebub x mc // nsfw

just thinking about beel + size kink. he’s by far the biggest and tallest of the brothers and it’s something you always notice when you see him, especially when he’s standing next to his brothers or the others. when he’s beside you or in front of you, simply talking to you and keeping eye contact, your heart can’t help but thump loudly in your chest. the way he has to look down and you have to look up, how big his arms look from below, you can’t help but stare at the prominent curves and crevices on his muscular body.

if only you knew that while you were checking him out, he was doing the same, in his mind he thought about how you were at the perfect height to nuzzle in his pecs, how easy it would be to pick you up and fold you in whatever position he desired. and he really could, this man would have you up in the air, holding up your legs and your arms all while fucking up into your hole. mans could probably hold you up against the wall and eat you out.

he would also love to watch the way he stretched you out, or how big his cock was in comparison to your face. fun fact he would 100% have a thing for chubby girls. your love for food would probably make him love you even more than he already does, and his fixation on oral would probably also be a lot worse. his brothers would be shocked at how he wasn’t absolutely inhaling his food sometimes, only to realise that he was watching you inhale yours. the image of you licking creamy sauce off your fingers and the soft hums and moans you made as your eyes practically rolled back into your skull would definitely replay over and over in his mind at late hours, alone in his bed. he would think he was gonna go crazy with the amount of popsicles and lollipops you were consuming.

at some point he probably couldn’t hold back anymore and pulled you off of the common rooms couch and drag you into his room, growling something in a husky tone when you squeak and ask what he was up to, “i’ll give you something else to suck on.”

he’d sit on the edge of his bed and immediately push you down in your knees, whipping out his cock and not even giving you a warning, practically forcing it down your throat, almost cumming in a matter of seconds when he sees the way you gag around his size and how your cheeks look so round and full. he’d cum so much it would be dripping down the corners of your mouth, making a mess all over your boobs and throat. he’d mumble a quiet “sorry, baby.” and then make it up to you by eating you out so good almost the whole devildom can hear.

on a more lightheaded note,, i feel like i’d be known in the family and with friends that he’s very well endowed. like you can just tell that he’s hung like a horse purely by his statue. i definitely think the brothers would be extremely jealous and flustered when he’s walking down the hall in the morning only in grey sweats or maybe even in boxers if hes extra lazy to throw something on. they probably feel a tinge of worry when they see you walking weirdly in the morning.

this just been on my mind today :3

Prove it - Hashirama

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, pegging (of course lol), hints of body worship, bdsm undertones

A/n: Day 1 complete! Got really fluffy toward the end but how can it not with daddy hashi ❤❤❤

Read on ao3.

The bouquet was huge. Tulips nestled with baby's breath mingled with sunflowers and roses the color of the sea at morning's light. Hashirama had uprooted an entire forest to offer these to you. Or, rather, he had grown an entire forest just to uproot it as a gift to you. 

Still, you stared deadpanned at the array of flowers, leaned to the side to see Hashirama. 

“You can’t be serious.”

Hashirama leaned to the side to shoot you a wide-toothed grin. 

“I am!” 

You threw your hands up and went back inside. “You can’t possibly think this will make up for all the dinners you’ve missed?”

This would, in fact, be the fifth he had missed in favor of a council meeting. When he had to meet with the other Kage, you let it go; you had to, of course; the shinobi world depended on such diplomacy. 

“I don’t.” Hashirama’s tone had turned serious. “It’s just ― Tobirama. You know how he is if I miss anything, even something as serious as a dinner with loved ones comes second! This is only the start. Anything else ― you only have to ask.”

He settled the gigantic bouquet by the front door and followed you to the living room, where you sat, already, on the couch, arms crossed and staring straight ahead. He approached you, knelt by your side. Hashirama planted a reverent kiss to your knee, exposed by how your dress had ridden up your thigh. 

“I am yours, (Y/n).”

He trailed kisses up your thigh. He took your arm in his hands, turned it over to expose your inner wrist, where he commenced to plant kisses against the train of your veins, up and up. 

After a few seconds of obstinacy, you retrieved your hand to caress his face. “Prove it.”

Hashirama’s eyes widened slightly, surprised by the challenge. Both knees were on the ground now to allow him to kneel farther, until his lips kissed your feet. 

“I mean what I say, (Y/n),” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

A devilish thought crossed the moon of your thoughts. 

“You know what I want.”

Hashirama stiffened, realization dawning. “B―But, dear, we have guests tonight! The council and my brother are coming to ―”

“Aw.” You dipped your head to coo. “Then we should hurry.”  

Hashirama shuddered against your evil. 

You chuckled. “It’s up to you, Hashi. You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.” 

Hashirama gulped. He bowed his head. “Very well.” 

Leader. Hokage. God of Shinobi, even. All the titles your husband had accrued for himself. 

But all of them were null and void as he sat on his hands and knees, fully nude as you came to fix yourself behind him, the strap-on tight around your lower half. 

You licked your lips, relishing the view before you; Hashirama bucked slightly as your hand roved over his ass cheek, swallowing as he hunched, ready to receive.

“Go easy,” Hashirama said. “Won’t you, (Y/n)?”

“Of course,” You purred, giving his ass a playful smack ― and at the lack of response, you wished you had done so harder. “Remember when I prepped you that one time?” 

You took the shaft of your false cock, relieved you had found it so easily and so cheap, and trailed it along the crack of Hashirama’s perfect ass. Despite the state the world was in, somehow strap-ons and dildos were allocated to the necessity category. 

You held Hashirama by his hip. He lowered his face in the sheets, long hair training the side of the bed. 

“I ―” He swallowed. “I do.”

The twitch of his cock did not go unnoticed.

“I prepped you for hours, if I recall …” You directed the tip up and down the valley of his crack, “accidentally” getting the tip stuck against his puckered hole. “Just the tip, then a little more, in and out … in and out …”

Hashirama clenched the sheets. His torment salivated you, overran your mouth in excitement. 

“Beg for me,” You said.

You could see him in your mind’s eye, clenching his teeth, cheeks pink, suppressing his pants ― and you hadn’t even done anything to him yet. The image went right to your clit. 

“P ― Please …” 

“Louder.” You tapped the tip against his asshole. “Let the whole of the shinobi hear Hashirama Senju beg to be fucked ―”

The sheets ripped in his hold.

“Please! Please, (Y/n)!” 

You forced the dildo in, pulling Hashirama toward you. 

He released a harsh groan as you sunk into him, until the hilt met his ass. You drew circles over his sun-kissed skin with your thumb as he shuddered under you. 

“Tell me when ―”

“Now,” he ordered. “Please. I can take it.”

You smiled. “Thatta boy.”

You experimented with an initial thrust. Hashirama sighed as you found a rhythm, fucking slowly into him each time. You bit your lip to his soft sounds of praise, the “yes yes” and “so goods.” The gentle expletives under his breath. Not for the first time you wished you were strong enough to rock Hashirama’s steady form, but he showed his affinity to wood in even this respect, rooted on his hands and knees where he was.

You angled both hands to his hips to steer you forward and gave your first hard thrust ―

“Aargh!”

Hashirama reached forward for the headboard, taking a chunk out of it upon contact.

You slapped his ass, harder this time. 

“Behave!” You ordered as he shivered at your touch. 

“I’m sorry,” Hashirama said hastily, breathlessly. “I apologize, please, please, don’t ―”

“I don’t move for boys who don’t behave,” You said, determined to sit dormant inside him. 

Hashirama whined, but accepted the punishment. Your fingers ghosted over the stalks of hair on his skin and you stared in delight as goosebumps raised them. You met a strand of his hair and twirled it around your finger. 

Moments more, and you began to move again. 

“Oh, thank you,” he breathed out, his praise more for the heavens more than you. “Oh ― aargh!” 

Your hips slapped into him, skin spanking and reddening between the two of you as you fucked him. You wove a hand around to grasp at his cock ― 

Hashirama jolted in surprise. He cried out as you stroked him. 

You leaned to run your tongue against the small of his back, bucking harder into him. 

“I love you like this,” You said as Hashirama whined at the feel of your warm breath on his skin.

Still, despite your composure, you were not immune to the way the strap-on brushed against your clit, soaped with your slick, the sensation heavenly. 

You bit your lip against it as Hashirama bent a head down to bite down on the sheets. 

SLAP

He drew in a sharp breath. 

“No muffling,” You said, quickening your pace. “I want to hear you, my love.” 

Hashirama bent his head forward, groaned as you palmed at his hefty erection. You thumbed his tip and he gave the loveliest, most defeated whisper-moan. 

You gasped, your cunt clenching onto nothing. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer. 

You stroked him faster as you rolled your hips, surprising the man underneath you with jolting thrusts. 

“Aah!” Hashirama bucked into you, meeting one of your thrusts head on.  

He twitched in your hand as you mustered the hardest thrusts you could, in search of your climax as much as his. You reached forward with another hand and bundled Hashirama’s hair in your fist for leverage, another throb of pleasure jolting your cunt as Hashirama cried out louder, masculine voice nearly set to an echo against the pristine walls. 

“Cum for me, Lord Hokage,” You purred. “Cum on my cock.”

With a magnificent roar, Hashirama spilled into the sheets, staining them white. He ground against your hand, having since released his hair in favor of palming at his ass and muscled thighs. You hummed as you rocked and humped with wild abandon against the strap-on, fucking your clit raw as you fucked into Hashirama. 

“Oh, gods!” Hashirama fell forward as you found your orgasm.

Clench, clench, clench. You gave Hashirama a few more parting strokes before pulling out. You disposed of the strap-on with struggling, trembling hands. Once removed, you joined Hashirama on the bed, closing and tightening your legs to enjoy the final thrums of your climax. The poor man had swirls for eyes for seconds more as he panted to recover his breath. 

You kissed his shoulder, resuming your habit of drawing invisible patterns into his tawny skin, following the planes of his back. 

He turned his head to face you, cracked the eye not planted into the sheets. He smiled at you. 

“You’re a goddess,” he said. “You know that?” 

You kissed the sharp cliff of his nose before returning his smile. “You could say it more.” 

Never one to run out of stamina, Hashirama sat up, roping an arm around you to move you to the top of the bed. He laid you on pillows before kissing your lips, your chin, the line of your jaw, all the way to your ear. 

“You’re not really angry with me, are you?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes halfheartedly. “I never was.”

“Wha ―?” Hashirama shot up to see your face, shock coloring his. “Then ―?”

You chuckled. “I just wanted to bait you into this, is all.”

Hashirama shook his head, though his smile was stubborn. “You are a vixen.”

“And you are a man who’s doing his best,” You said, caressing the side of his face. “I know that. If you had a choice, you’d spend more time with me.” 

He chuckled and it was a laugh from a man much younger. “Especially after that.”

You cuddled into Hashirama’s side. “So, when do we have to be ready for guests?”

Calm. Wind chimes tinked nearby as Hashirama hummed.

His eyes flew open. They found the clock.

“... Five minutes.”

Random Obey Me! Rant 3

I feel like for the most part, the little D’s are just dumb little babies that can barely form a coherent thought..

Of course there’s some of them who have WAY more consciousness and brainpower than others, and then there’s the majority of them that are just silly lil babies who all share one third of a braincell 😭😭😭

But one thing that all of the Little D’s have in common is how they never fail to act like their “parents”

No.2’s will all come together and scheme plans to steal whatever catches their eyes (anything shiny)

And there’s no way in hell you’ll ever be able to pull No.5’s away from a Mirror or any form of makeup

Just like how all of the No.6’s will scurry like little ants to any source of food they see

Or how all of the No.7’s will pile on top of each other and sleep in one big pile!

And Diavolo would love them all so much, he’d give all of them individual names and he would treat them as if their his own flesh and blood, he’d even have monthly movie nights where all of them huddle up and watch a cheesy romance movie <33

They’d look exactly like this 😭💞💞💞))

HE SO WOULD 😭😭

Lucifer Headcanons

Warnings - GN!Reader, NSFT topics, mentions of bondage, BDSM, Brat taming, S/M

Characters - GN!Reader x Lucifer

Author note - First time writing for something like this so bear with me on these 😭🙏🏾

Loves both praise and degradation, he adores being told how pretty he looks and how well he’s doing while bottoming just as much as he loves hearing you remind him of how lewd and slutty he looks and sounds begging and whining for more under you.

Switch with a Dom lean, while domming he’s just as greedy and possessive as Mammon when it comes to you.

Mainly choked down whines and repeated pleads/begs while subbing, he’s far too prideful to let too many whines and begs slip but enough foreplay and teasing beforehand can really break down that wall of pride he sets up.

100% a service sub, he’ll put your pleasure before his every single time if it means he’ll get to see and hear just how well he’s doing for his human.

Harsh/Controlling while domming, he won’t hesitate to edge you for hours on end without release if he feels as if you don’t deserve it yet (especially if you were being too bratty for his liking)

On that note, he’s definitely a Brat Tamer, seeing someone so “inferior” to him treat him as if he’s below them really does tap into something primal within him especially when it gives him such a good reason to tie you up in any lewd position he sees fit later on.

Strong bondage kink, whether it’s him tied up for you to use him however you wish or you tied down to his bed all perfect and ready for him to use or punish as he sees fit.

Whenever he’s feeling particularly sadistic, Impact play will always be his go-to’s, I can see Lucifer having his own collection of S/M toys.

But at the end of the day, there’s no paddle nor crop that compares to the feeling of his bare palm delivering harsh slaps to your ass for each and every bratty or snarky remark you made that day.

Appearance wise, he’s cut with a light black and gray happy trail, he’s on the thinner side but he’s thick for human-standards nonetheless.

Random out of pocket Naruto tweets (filler post while I work on Naruto Headcanons)