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Hi, I can't find Sugar baby part 2, I really need it, you can re-upload this part 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hi! really sorry for that for some reason part 2 was lost for a lot of people.

I'm going to put all the links to all the chapters so far here and later on I'll work on making a proper masterlist for my work!

Sugar baby part 1

sugar baby part 2

sugar baby part 2.5

sugar baby part 3

Also for those of you who wanted to be tagged, I'm really sorry I missed your messages! I'll try and form a proper tag list once I start writing again!

If you're struggling to write sex, write food. if you're struggling to write food, write gore. if you're struggling to write gore, write sex. They're all variations on the same themes.

No, no, but don't you think it's weird how often we put things into our mouth just to hold them? It's even weirder if there's somewhere nearby where we could temporarily place those things but decide not to. It's a habit that's so engraved in human nature that it's even portrayed in all kinds of media.

I was sewing something a few days ago. Sitting at my very large desk that would have been the perfect place to hold my stuff. I still held the pins in my mouth.

When making myself tea I always put the wrapped teabag between my lips when I'm closing the cabinet door. Don't know why, I mean I could just place it on the counter, close the door and pick it up again, or close the cabinet after I've put the teabag into my mug. But no.

Then there's opening things with your mouth. Using your teeth to get through stubborn plastic wrappers. Sometimes your mouth just has more strength and dexterity than your fingers. It's weird but it's a thing.

And now imagine with me how aliens (possibly ones with more than two arms) would react to that. That sheer bewilderment and slight look of disgust. Fantastic.

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It’s so toxic

kinktober - day 08 - cockwarming

ghost x gn!reader | 1k words cw: cockwarming (duh), blowjob/face-fucking, spit summary: simon asks so little of you. be still, be good. banner by @/cafekitsune | kinktober list

You’re drooling. He doesn’t seem to mind.

Perching atop Simon, you’re a living statue. Dedicated to restraint. Despite the thrum reverberating through your body, emanating from the deep seat of his cock, you remain still. Every scrap of willpower spent on not clenching around him mindlessly, not milking him dry, not granting a single, subtle movement.

You balance on the cusp of self-control, yours and his.

He asks so little of you. 

Don’t think about how good it feels. How right it feels. That would be selfish. He needs this.

Be still. Be good.

The mantra loops in your head with each breath. Your eyes flutter open, eyelashes kissing his skin where your head rests. Slumped against your boyfriend, his cock buried to the hilt inside you, you feel as though you could fall asleep. Akin to the whir of a tattoo gun or the drone of an engine, the pulse of his cock is rhythmic. Soothing.

Right where you belong.

This isn’t just about his relaxation, but your own. (You figured that out after the first time he asked you to do it.)

When Simon leaves, he knows he’s not the only one anxious over his safety and return. This—along with several rounds of near bed-breaking sex—is how the both of you calm down. Work it out of your systems.

The melting ice in his drink clinks as it shifts in the glass. You blearily stare, measuring time in amber. Oh. Huh. You must’ve dozed off already.

Simon shifts. Tiny shocks dance across your skin and burst like fireworks in your belly. A small test. He strokes the length of your thigh, then squeezes and pulls a cheek.

“Back in the land of the livin’?”

“Mm, yeah,” you murmur sleepily. “Can I wipe my mouth?”

He adjusts beneath you, driving a quiet moan out of you. He chuckles, and his knuckles sweep up your back. “If ya want. I’d like to read for a bit.”

Stars dance at the edge of your vision at the unspoken command. Invitation, really. You don’t wipe your mouth but blot his bare shoulder and chest with your shirt and let him kiss you once on the way down. The extra saliva does help with this particular stretch.

You taste yourself intermixed with him, musk and sweat. His bodywash, faintly, from a shower break some hours ago. Your lips stretch around his cock and seal around it, tongue snug beneath its weight and teeth tucked. He nudges further into your mouth and throat every ten seconds. He keeps count, but you do, too.

Thanks to the frequency of your sessions, it’s hardly a struggle once he’s comfortably resting in your mouth. Breathe in, breathe out.

Drool gradually gathers and drips from your mouth. Beads and puddles form on your naked thighs. You negotiate a posture, folding your arms to rest your head against a knee. Simon’s hand gently pats your head so as to not muss or disturb your hair, and then he settles in with a book.

With the sound of turning pages and the occasional sip, you drift back into that pleasant headspace. The world softens at its edges like slipping underwater or a warm blanket drying under the afternoon sun. Becomes a distant and vague thing, where Simon’s your anchor. A weightless haze where you don’t need to be anything other than this.

You’d kneel for hours if you could. In reality, it’s so much shorter than that. Your knees and his cock are impatient things, for very different reasons.

Simon gives you a five-second warning by dropping his book before his hands settle over the back of your skull. The time for relaxation is over.

With all the spit and your fairly lax muscles, it’s obscene how quick he goes. Hips rolling, retracting, and plunging back in with loud, squelching noises. You gag hard but swiftly force yourself to adapt, becoming pliant under his grip as he pushes your head to meet his cock. You blindly reach up, one hand resting on his thigh and the other pushing under his shirt to thread into his happy trail. He groans loud enough to wake the neighbors when you tug a little.

It’s a struggle to open your eyes, let alone roll them straight up. Your gazes meet over the landscape of his body, the pudge of his stomach, and rippling muscle. He’s gorgeous like this, taking what he needs from you at his leisure. Those blinking eyelashes that seem almost out of place on a man like him, shading the black coals of his eyes. Your chest tightens, knowing they burn for you.

He slows a bit to speak.

“I’m gonna come—can you take it?”

You demonstrate your ‘yes’, swallowing around his cock and sneaking a burning drag of air, then hook your fingers over the loosened waistband of his jeans. Hanging on for dear life as he resumes his pistoning into your mouth. It isn’t long until his hips stutter.

“That’s it, fuck, swallow—don’t waste a drop.”

Hot cum bursts into your mouth in thick ropes. The majority shoots down your throat, but what’s left, you taste. A salt and bitterness, a touch of sweetness. It splashes over your tongue, and you swallow, the act a whole negotiation with your mouth still stuffed.

Your throat works as he slows to a deep roll of his hips. He withdraws and grips the base of his cock, holding it still for you to lick clean. Red-pink and shiny, you kiss its head and let him help you up with a groan. You automatically stick out your tongue, which he pinches gently with a thumb and forefinger, inspecting like you’re hiding any.

“Did so well for me. Didn’t complain once. You alright, sweet’eart?” 

You hum, nuzzling into his other, completely drool-free shoulder, and nod. “Mhmm. Am requesting a break for my mouth, though.” 

He brushes his lips to your temple, and you feel him smirk. “S’pose I’ll allow it.”

Lifting some, you start to try and nudge him into lying down. You drag your legs off him and meet his amused eye. He complies after a minute of poking and prodding.

“What’re you doin’?”

You warm at the sight of him on his back, then stand to figure out the best approach.

“Your nose looks cold, Simon,” you remark softly. “Should I sit there, too?”

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Just a thought, but I definitely think Levi would be into cross-dressing in the bedroom.

I mean like. Can you imagine? 😳

Levi would totally rock a pink fit with high rise stockings and a cute crop top with a collar and animal-like accessories. (i.e cat/wolf ears, cat/dog tail etc.)

He’d love it when MC pulls on the leash attached to his collar and he’d be praised my MC as he shows off his cute little outfit.

Levi would put himself in different positions to show off different parts of his body while MC gets the greats view.

He’d be putting his legs up on objects to show off the thigh highs and his legs as well as the cute little booty-shorts he wold wear that would be too tight for his liking around his genitalia.

He’d bend down, showing off how hard he is underneath the thin clothing. He’d pose his upper body to bring light to his chest and torso that seemed to get more red as Levi gets more passionate with it overtime.

MC can’t help but reward him with a dildo and a vibrator.

MC would praise him as he rides the dildo. MC would also be pressing the vibrator to Levi’s dick(s) and he’d be helpless as MC makes him cum all over himself.

MC would coo and praise him before cleaning him up and getting him into more comfortable clothing.

Levi would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being eyed like candy.

Perhaps he might even enjoy it if you have him a little lick…

OM! pet HC’s part 2!

Mammon:

a Gilded Magpie called Pocket which he raised since it was an egg. Pocket appears similar to the Australian Magpie, however differs due to the golden sections feathers on its tail and wings, it’s golden claws and beak and it’s two fang like hooks on its beak. Pocket is intelligent and mischievous, often playing pranks on both Mammom and others. Despite it messing with Mammon, pocket still adores his father greatly.

Pocket likes nest building and “collecting” (stealing) shiny things to decorate his many nests. Often stealing everything from jewellery to strands of the brothers hair.

Pocket and Mammon can communicate as Mammon has the ability to communicate with Corvids. With both parties seeming to inherently understand each other, even without speaking.

Pocket and Mammon have a more familial relationship than that of pet and owner. Mammon only ever calling Pocket a pet as a way to tease the bird. In response to said teasing Pocket will chase and swoop Mammon around, plucking his hairs out until Mammon submits defeat and apologises.

Likes: Mammon, Asmo (has shiny hair), Diavolo (has shiny jewellery) and Mephistopheles (same as Diavolo)

Dislikes: Lucifer, Solomon (stole food off him once, now is petrified)

MC Very Obviously Not Being Human

1. Hard Lesson 14-13

2. Normal 27-3

There's a split second after this that's impossible to get a screenshot of, when Simeon calls MC and Solomon smiles and tells MC their director is calling and then his smile falls and his text box vanishes and he's on screen a second too long and he gets this considering look

3. Lessons 35 to 36

MC very literally beats Death.

The Reaper's punishment for breaking their rules was fatal and even the brothers wouldn't have been able to override them

MC is however able to unconsciously turn those punishments into harmless easily reversible transformation curses

4. Normal Lesson 52-A

5. Normal Lesson 52-5

6. Normal Lesson 65-6

7. In Nightbringer, none of the demons or angels are able to recognise MC as a human despite them doing nothing to disguise themself. Diavolo himself takes a long time to figure it out and still doesn't seem 100% sure when he does

8. Nightbringer Lesson 8-18

The second time MC's magic/power/aura has been associated with angels

9. Nightbringer Lesson 10-16

10. In S1 they say MC has an exceptionally bright soul for a human despite the fact that MC isn't actually some pure innocent person (them being a shithead in og om!) (them being a shithead in Nightbringer). When on og om's homescreen Mammon says that it's hard to look at Simeon & Luke because as angels they're very bright

11. Normal 44-5

12. Nightbringer Devilgram: The Seven Apples

They have the warm glow of an angel but it's faint enough that no one will mistake them for a literal angel, if MC says they aren't (meanwhile if MC says they are an angel, the glow is still enough that they can pass) but at the same time there's something about them that's demon-like enough that even Diavolo can't immediately figure out what they are

So what's my theory?

Lilith was never fully human. She may have had a body of a human but she still had the soul and ,buried deep inside, the magic of an Angel (you could even argue that she had the magic of an Angel-Demon hybrid because she died after she Fell so she was no longer fully an Angel but before she got to transform into a Demon)

OM! may pick and choose what parts of irl myth they use for their characters BUT all their characters that are based of an irl mythological/religious figure has at least one characteristic connecting them to their namesake. Lilith in some of the most common irl stories is the mother of demons/monsters

Related:

Canon Facts About (General) MC

OM! Pet HC’s part 1!

Lucifer:

Cerberus, a tri-headed Chow. Similar in appearance to a Human World ChowChow save for his three heads, Cerberus weighs in around 10,000 kg (11 tons), and is larger than an adult African elephant. Though aggressive and cold towards strangers, Cerberus has nothing but love towards it owner, enjoying a relaxed walk, or rest along side Lucifer. Despite their good guarding skill, Cerbie is rather aloof and calm when not working.

Fire spouts from his ears eyes and mouth when in combat or when excited.

Only the main head of Cerberus is Sentient. The other two being controlled by the main head, thus Cerberus is referred to as a him rather then with they/them pronouns. The main head is primarily used for eating and drinking, with the other two heads functioning as intimidation and also used for attacking prey.

Gets along with: Lucifer, Satan, Luke.

Dislikes: Mammon

ALSO!

Yes I know canonically Cerberus is some Doberman/bully breed, but I thought I’d lean more in to the comedy aspects of OM! By making Cerbie a ChowChow, something far more fluffy, goofy and over all adorable. I still imagine them to be able to be quite intimidating, I mean even a chihuahua the size of an elephant would be scary, but I just wanted them to be a more regal yet cute dog. Plus I’m not for the framing of Bully Breeds and Doberman as “scary dogs” and so I wanted to break the stereotype of them always being intimidating hellhounds.