Jenny Bloomfield. Cats In The Meadow.

Light of Life

Should’ve read the fine print...

Minors DNI

Warning(s): NSFW, dubcon

Fem!Reader

Authors Note: First time; necessary feedback, pls! Taking requests!

It’s been about a week since you’ve moved into your new apartment. Everything about it was perfect except for one thing: you’ve explored every room but one, which was locked for some reason. (If only you had read the entire catalog ad, you would’ve understood why and that all past tenants never stayed too long). You complained about it to your landlord, who hired a locksmith free of charge, thankfully. This is what your actions have come to, sadly: you, standing before hundreds of slimy, purple tentacles, coming from all around the mystery room.

You try and back away quietly toward the door in hopes of being able to leave unnoticed. Pitifully, the floorboards creek(damn, this shitty building). The tentacles immediately move in your direction as you run for the door, only to be blocked off by more tentacles. They push you to the ground and squeeze around your arms and legs, probing at your torse.

They’re not hurting you; they seem pretty curious, actually. The tentacle's touch is soft and gentle. One tentacle stops at your face...it’s...caressing your cheek? Their touches were seemingly affectionate at first but quickly became provocative. They began to slip under your clothes, feeling you up.

Again, their touch was gentle but still violating nonetheless; they groped your breasts, sucking on your nipples and coiling around them. You try and keep as much dignity you have left, biting your lip to hold back your moans. The tentacles seem to sense your defiance and dislike it very much. They tear through your clothing, leaving only your thin panties to cover you. They curl around your thighs, spreading your legs to tease you, rubbing against your clothed cunt, and nuzzling your clit; their suckers find it and abuse the little bundle of nerves.

A blissful whine escapes your lips; you can’t remember the last time you felt this good. The tentacles stroke your body with satisfaction, assumingly rewarding you for your submission. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your sense of dignity is long gone by now; you’re a wailing mess. Hair sticking to your sweat-coated skin, tear-filled eyes rolled up into your head, and while your mouth hangs open with a bead of drool leaking from the side.

The tentacles can sense your arousal, not to mention your drenched underwear. They move your panties to the side and continue to toy with your aching pussy, stroking your wet hole and sucking on your sore clit until you cum.

The tentacles let you catch your breath, lovingly massaging your body. Soon enough, you’re suspended in the air as more tentacles hold you, creating a makeshift bed to place you comfortably. Another tentacle approaches your face again, latching itself to your mouth and pushing past your lips to curl around your tongue. Is this its way of kissing you? Is it showing affection?

It’s a bit gross, but the tentacles mean well. Your body suddenly jolts as you feel a tentacle push against your sopping hole. It uses its suckers to tease you again, but as you grind yourself against it, the tentacle penetrates you, pressing against your walls to search for your sweet spot. The tentacle in your mouth begins to thrust in and out as you feel another tentacle enter your ass. The tentacle in your pussy moves rhythmically with the others as it’s sucker hit your g-spot. At this point, your mind is nothing but mush. All you see are white spots as your legs quake under the tentacles, unable to hold yourself up longer.

The tentacles wrap around your waist and lift you. You’re now ass up, face down, and being fucked mercilessly in all three holes. You can’t take it; it’s too good, too much, too many. You feel more tentacles enter your already full holes. Doesn’t this monster know you have a limit?

It doesn’t care, really. All it wants is to see you cum, and cum, again. You can feel yourself getting dizzier after each orgasm, one after another. Before you know it, you’re waking up from your fucked out haze. The tentacles seemed to have stopped fucking your brains out a while ago; they’re all curled up around your protectively, some still inside you. You try and crawl towards the door, but you’re body is useless at this point.

The tentacles drag you back to them, curling around to massage your worn-out body. It seems you won’t be leaving this room any time soon...or ever.

...

Might as well move your stuff in here.

Ok so:

Where is our main man Diaval??? Why hasn't he come back after one year of the exchange program? Poor demon went off to the human world all by himself and???

I need a spinoff of Diaval's misadventures (you cannot tell me he didn't accidentally try eating a poor high schooler's soul at least once during his time there) in the human world.

I need to see him discover tiktok and pumpkin spice and parades and just have wholesome moments with his human friends at some random public high school.

Imagine he comes back and him and MC see each other and the two of them are just:

They'd click instantly, I tell you. Imagine Diaval having his own harem; parallels, parallels, parallels.

Diaval: Humans are so fragile...I punched one and they died, and you're telling me you survived an entire YEAR here??? Damn, you gotta be one tough cookie!

MC: Sorry, you WHAT-

Diaval:

Don't tell me they WOULDN'T bond over their experiences in different realms. MC helping Diaval with human customs and traditions and Diaval helping MC with some of the weirder aspects of the Devildom that they missed. They'd hype each other up like:

I NEED DIAVAL AND MC INTERACTION AAAAAA

(Extra: the brothers hanging out with Diaval, because he's picked up a lot of human behaviors and he reminds them of MC)

Feral​ and​ unhinged​ mc​ is​ my​ favorite​😈

Overprotective and unhinged MC with Luke (platonic)

A/N: Good god what have I created…uh…yeah I went waaaay off the rails with this one.

Warnings: Blood and violence. Nothing overly graphic. Probably death mention if ya squint.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Barbatos

“MC I don’t like how those demons have been following us.” Luke whispers to you, looking over his shoulder.

“Me neither.” You mutter. You and Luke had gone out together just the two of you to a little cafe and were walking back to Purgatory Hall. However you were being followed by a not so friendly looking group of demons. Well when do demons ever look friendly really.

Eventually that group catches up to the two of you.

“A little Angel and human all by themselves?” What looked to be the leader asks, getting in front and blocking your path. Soon you get surrounded.

You look over the situation once before kneeling down to Luke and taking his hands into your own.

“Luke. I need to you cover your ears and close your eyes.” You tell him sweetly.

“MC you aren’t going to fight them are you?! Let me just call Simeon!” Luke tried to talk you out of whatever you had planned but you just keep smiling.

“It’ll be okay. I’ll protect you.” You tell him. “You always watch over me.”

The Angel finally does as you’ve asked him. Hands pressed tight against his ears and eyes squeezed shut. You stand back up and look over your shoulder at the leader.

“Try not to scream too loud, yeah?” You ask as your eyes flare up green, your pact marks burning against your skin.

“Look at this boys, the human is getting all c-!”

CRACK

“Now if memory serves me right.” You began, left hand squeezing the demon’s neck so hard you heard a loud crack. “You won’t die unless I go for your heart or flat out break your spine.”

Like a sixth sense, you throw the demon in your hand at his remaining group, making them crash onto the ground. Just as you thought, they were going for Luke.

“You focus on me.” You growl. “Touch him and I’ll punish you in worse ways than the avatar of Pride himself.”

“You’re crazy!” One lacky yelps. “Are you even human?!”

“Of course they are!” The leader coughs, his throat healing itself. “They’re just overly cocky cuz of their pacts!”

You sigh and pull out your DDD.

You: Lucifer darling. Can you come by and pick up me and Luke? Thank you~

You hit send and put it back into your pocket.

“You really aren’t going to leave us alone until you’ve made a point?” You ask as the group gets up and composes themselves.

“Yeah! You’re just a human! Easy pickings!” The second lacky answers.

“Alright then.”

“Luke? Luke?”

Was that Simeon?

“Don’t open your eyes.” The older Angel hushes. “I’m here. I’m just going to pick you up alright?”

“Okay. Where’s MC? Are they okay?” Luke asks as he feels himself being lifted off the ground.

“They’re fine.” Simeon answers and looks at the surrounding area. “They’re just…busy.”

Three demons lay on the ground.

One with two broken legs.

One with a dislocated arm and broken leg.

And one with a snapped neck and hole in his chest.

“I’ll take you back to Purgatory Hall okay? You can meet up with them later.” Simeon whispers.

“Okay.”

Simeon looks at Lucifer before leaving the area. The demon walks over the bodies and peaks down an alley and finds you leaning against the wall, blood splattered on your clothes and face.

“Am I in trouble?” You ask as he walks over.

“No, things like this are nothing new in the Devildom. Are you okay?” He asks, standing by you.

“Peachy.” You chuckle. “Luke won’t know about this, right?”

“As long as you don’t tell him. No he won’t.” Lucifer answered.

“Good.” You hum. “I saw red, Lucifer. I couldn’t stop myself.”

You lean into his side and he rubs your back. You may have just become the scariest human in the Devildom.

writing fanfiction is wild. i could make these two characters do anything. i could make them get married rn. the possibilities are endless

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