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[simeons-gf]

reader who’s trying SO hard to bag lilia and so head over heels for him that you try to enjoy the food he makes … stuffing them in your mouth and really trying your best to put on a good expression and possibly not gag … he’s all smiling and going along with your play, chuckling softly before patting your head affectionately and telling you how grateful he is that somebody actually has taste! see? isn’t he a great cook? he doesn’t understand why his sons always prevent him from going into the kitchen, sob sob. poor old him!

receiving that affectionate head pat and praise made you forget about the rather … unique taste currently in your mouth but in the end, you inevitably have to excuse yourself to the restroom. you don’t think you could handle the taste lingering in your mouth even though you somehow managed to swallow it. truly, you tried your best.

when you leave, lilia’s letting out the hearty laugh that he’s been holding in ever since he saw your unprepared expression when he brought out his dish. the man shakes his head, leaning against the kitchen countertop with crossed arms and looking fondly at the place you sat on earlier. the corners of his lips tugging up into an amused smile.

you’re just the cutest, aren’t you?

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finished up that sketch. they are playing a song of your choosing

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Fallingforyou

loving the twst boys (tropes)

kalim , ace x reader [seperate]

notes : silly analogies !! this feels so empty but whateverzzz

golden retriever x black cat

- look at him, are you looking? come cuddle! you have the time. he constantly needs to be touching you, it gives him energy. feeling a little stressed about a test? go on and hug him, it clears your mind i promise.

- if you like to take naps, he’s gonna find you… 〔 (*'▽'*) 〕. not in like a scary way, but he has like a radar that tells him when you’re available to cuddle. one time, you took a nap in his room after a party and you woke up with him sprawled out on top of you. his eyes were closed, but he wasn’t sleeping. just extremely happy.

- say the two of you were out shopping: you walk away for like two seconds and he loses track. his face immediately looks stunned. did you just leave? he doesn’t know. you spot him walking past the aisle you’re in four times with a worried face before you call his name. he walks over to you all cheesy and whatnot.

- he can and will talk to you for hours straight. doesn’t matter if you don’t want to talk, he’ll talk for you. if you’re feeling sad he has this way of just talking and talking and then you cheer up because you love hearing him talk. and he LOVES that, he bathes in the attention like he’ll be locked away from society and you’re the last person he’ll see.

soulmates

- is it a coincidence he was one of your first friends in this foreign world? neither of you think so. sometimes, it feels like the two of you were made for each other. he’s never been good at reading emotions all the time, but he can read you like a open book. maybe not read your emotions, but he knows—like a sixth sense.

- “no way, me too!” almost anytime you say you like something. you like [random obscure thing]? you’ll never guess what ace is about to say… one time you were trying to shop for Christmas gifts (or whatever u celebrate) and the two of you got each other the same thing.

- it’s not always shocking similarities, sometimes it’s polar opposites. these opposites are like magnets, positive pulling towards negative. for example, maybe you aren’t really a cuddler. guess what? he is. he isn’t necessarily clingy, but if the two of you were let’s say watching a movie, he’s gonna be touching you. the location matters, if you’re on a couch or with other people, he’ll just settle for holding your hand or his hand on your thigh. if you’re alone/in your bed, he’s holding you close. his head on your chest or your head on his shoulder.

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December 16: cold hands

“—get out of my fur.”

Leona’s tail flicks against your wrist, like a housecat warning you it might pounce for your fingertips. His ears flatten against his head as he stares down at you, your face buried in his long mane, arms tight around his waist to keep him from getting away. “You’re soooo warm,” you sigh against his neck; Leona shudders as the gust of your cold breath slips down his coat collar.

“Not anymore I’m not,” he sighs. He’d been doing so well— campus was covered in the first dustings of snow, and as someone born and raised on a savannah, Leona isn’t designed for cold weather. His natural instincts are to hibernate, but that’s tough to do with a rambunctious prefect who demands your time.

You press closer to Leona as he walks, and he shivers again. “If you’re gonna insist on touching me,” his growl rumbles off his chest, “you could at least make sure your hands are warm first.” He shakes you off and pulls his uniform coat tighter in an effort to regain the warmth you’ve sapped from his thin frame.

“If they were already warm, I wouldn’t need to be this close to you,” you argue back, once again slipping your hand into his, squeezing tightly even as his own gloved hand hangs loosely. “I like sharing heat with you.”

Leona comes to a stop and pulls away from you again, long enough to slip his gloves off. “If you like sharing,” he purrs, and the switch in tone is enough to clue you in that he’s up to something— although the hint doesn’t come quickly enough. “Give me yours, then.”

Before you can stop him, Leona’s slipped his hands underneath your shirt, and you can’t help squealing— he’s ice cold.

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FUCK!!!!! he’s so pretty :((((

#simeon #sim my love #simeon obey me

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cherries or peaches? ft. obey me brothers

summary: do they prefer ass or boobs? ft. obey me! brothers x f!reader

cw: highly suggestive, mdni, fluff??, pet names (darling, sweetheart), fondling, groping, MY HUMOUR..

word count: 1.5k

a/n: sorry for some of them being so short, it was actually kind of challenging trying to elaborate on the ideas rather than just plainly stating them out as they are, but i hope u still enjoy them just as much as i enjoyed writing them ^^ also, don't mind my shitty humour in the last two + i haven’t written for most of these characters before so they might sound off idk??

at first, it was hard to tell whether lucifer preferred ass or boobs.

he would always reply to you with a, "i prefer them both, equally," or a, "why should i choose when i can like them both?"

it drove you crazy because you clearly asked him to choose either one or the other. he was always dodging the question and at some point, you even got the brothers in on this, some bets were made too.

"it's obvious he likes ass more, have you seen the way he looks at y/n when they're wearing that skirt he bought for them?"

"nah he totally like boobs more, he can't keep his eyes off ‘em whenever they're wearin' a tight shirt!"

soon you started to take these signs into account, wearing much more revealing things to try and catch a reaction out of him, but to your demise, he never seemed to crack.

after weeks of bet-making and skin-revealing lucifer had finally had enough. the two of you were both lying in bed, facing one another while his arms were wrapped around your waist.

"y/n," he whispered.

"mhm?" you hummed in response.

"isn't it obvious i like these better?"

he pulled himself closer to you as his face buried against your chest. oh you thought. he had always found comfort sleeping against you like this, his head stuffed between your boobs while his arms wrapped around you tightly, that it became natural and you had almost forgot he did it.

"shit— you should've told me earlier! now we've all lost our bets to mammon!" you whined.

you could hear his muffled chuckles vibrate against your body as you wrapped your arms around his head, squeezing him closer.

mammon is 100% an ass-loving guy, no questions asked.

with mammon, no matter what you're doing, what you're wearing, where you are, or who you're with, he just loves touching you all the damn time.

whether you're walking through the halls of RAD to your next class or taking a stroll through the devildom while window shopping, he won't hesitate to sneak his hands up your skirt to feel your plump ass.

"mammon stop, we're in public!" you glare as you swat his hands away.

"’m sorry can't help it, just gotta have my hands all over ya!"

oh well, maybe next time he’d be lucky enough to sneak his hands further down your skirt and— who knows, you might just find yourself begging him for more.

and if it's just the two of you in your own company, you'll always find that his hands like to slip past the waistband of your panties just to lay onto your cheeks, rubbing and squeezing at the plump flesh. always smiling in delight as you squirm under his carnal touch.

as much as you like to complain, he always swears that "it's just comfortable!" or "my hands were just cold!"

there is no doubt in my mind that leviathan wouldn't be on team cherries.

he always lets you sit on his lap whenever he's grinding a video game or on an anime-watching marathon. a recent occurrence you've taken note of is that, almost as if it's a reflex, he'll always end up having a hand or two resting on your boobs, casually squeezing at it as if he owns the thing.

"you must be real comfortable there, levi." you teased, motioning to where his hand laid.

"huh— OH! um, I-I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO!" he shot his hands up in defense. "it's just really soft… and warm... I'm sorry y/n." his face was bright red.

"it's fine, i was just teasing you, silly!"

there was also a time where you scolded levi for owning one of those mouse pads where ruri-chan’s the characters boobs would be squishy.

in desperate need to make it up to you, he custom ordered a version with you on it, only because he swears out of all his waifus, you're his absolute favourite.

it was a rainy night, and in the comfort of the library beside a crackling fireplace, you were messing around on your d.d.d while satan was next to you, reading what you assumed to be a mystery book.

"hey satan?" you put your d.d.d down for a moment, turning to look at him.

"hm?" he hummed, while keeping his eyes glued to the page.

"do you prefer ass or boobs?"

he pauses to look up at you and closes his book, placing it beside him, all while sighing.

"what does it look like i prefer?" he deadpans.

you break his eye contact as you look down to see his left hand buried under your sweater, which was fondling with your boob this entire time.

"so... boobs?"

he replies while picking his book up again, "yes darling, don't ask such foolish questions."

asmo loves boobs. your boobs to be specific.

don't blame him, your boobs are just so pretty and he loves pretty things.

the way they sit when you're wearing a low-cut garment, or the way they shine when you're having a bubble bath together. he loves it all.

as you know, asmo loves pampering you and surprises you with random gifts whenever he finds something that he'd love to see you in.

one night as he's doing your hair after a bath, he suddenly remembers something and stands to walk to his closet.

"the other day when i was shopping at majolish, i found this super pretty bra i thought you'd look just gorgeous in!" he approaches you with a box wrapped neatly with a ribbon.

as you open the box, you set your eyes on a beautiful red laced bra.

"are you sure i'd look good in this?"

"you look perfect in everything sweetheart, you know i’d never lie about that."

he's always buying you pretty things to wear, and trust me when i say, this definitely isn’t the first bra he's ever gotten you.

beel could not care less about choosing between your ass or boobs. they're both squishy and feel nice in his hands so it didn't really matter to him. well, not until today.

getting up from the edge of the bed and turning your heel to face him, you asked, "did you know a new cafe opened up in the devildom recently?"

"really? what food do they sell there?" he asked, his eyes looked as if there were stars in them.

"well apparently their cakes are a specialty, they're pretty popular for it."

"cake?" he drooled, "i love cake! hey we should go to the cafe right now, i'm starving." he sat up from the edge of the bed, drooling like a puppy dog.

little did he know, you decided to be a little jokester today.

"oh you're starving right now? then here," you turn around, bending over.

"what are you doing y/n?"

you turn your head back to look at his confused expression, "you said you were starving right? the cake's right here," you pointed to your ass.

he stares at you for a moment. then at your ass. then back at you again.

"so there's no cafe, is there?" he wipes his drool away with the back of his hand.

"nope. but there sure is cake," you smile cheekily while shuffling closer.

he sighs while grabbing ahold of your thighs, dragging you just inches away from his lips, "you're lucky i like this kind of cake too."

as long as he can sleep on them, belphie will like them no matter what. so when it comes to choosing between your ass or boobs, it can be a hard decision just to choose one.

belphie's "sleepability" criteria is: soft, warm and comfortable; and your boobs and ass were equal competition.

he sighs, "if i have to choose one over the other, i'd rather sleep on your ass all day" his reasoning being because your ass has more of an "even surface" compared to your boobs.

if you're ever just lounging around the house of lamentation, on your stomach specifically, within seconds you'll feel belphie's arms wrap around your legs while he lays his head onto you.

its crazy how instantly he falls asleep on you. he'd stay like that forever if you didn't have to get up to pee or because your legs fall numb.

"c'mon belphie, i needa pee so bad!" you squirm.

"mmmphh," he grumbles, half-asleep, while hugging onto your legs even tighter.

"hurry up or i'll fart on your face!" you threaten him jokingly.

"OKAY, OKAY!" he shoots up from his position and is scrambling to the edge of the bed. you laugh in response because it works every time.

"and i was having a good dream too!" he scowled, while rubbing his left eye from sleep.

lmk if u guys want a part two ft. the datables!

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reading over my old posts and physically cringing… but the one is still getting traction so 😞

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sing me to sleep

> cuddling w leona <33

notes : established relationship , sleepy n cuddly lion , might be a little ooc cus i’m a big fan of clingy leona… ,

leona is a well built man, despite his lazy habits. he radiates warmth that can be felt up to an inch away from his skin. he’s never cold physically, but the nights are colder without you.

see, the two of you had been together for a little over two months now, but you’ve been cuddle buddies ever since a certain octo-man forced you out of your house and the ever so kind (very hesitant and unwelcoming) lion let you stay the night. he’d snatch you from class during your least favorite subjects and take you to the botanical gardens—sure he slept without you fine, but he preferred a nice soft pillow that just happens to be your thighs.

now the two of you lay in his bed early in the evening, fighting off sleep from the tiring day. he’s holding your waist firmly with his head on your chest. his body heat is lulling you into a deep sleep, even though you try to stay awake to finish a novel.

you look down to see him softly snoring with his eyes lightly closed, how peaceful. the sight warms your heart and you set the novel down. unbeknownst to you, this was his plan all along. as soon as you flicked the lamp off, he pulled you down and trapped you under him. any hopes you had of escaping have been forced away. you’re not complaining though. the big comfy lion soothes you to sleep once more.

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Savanaclaw: in Ailment

just a cutesy probably ooc leona sickfic text in italics and bold is text messages. text only in italics is thoughts.

Won't be able to make it to our breakfast date. Sorry Leona </3 will make it up to u promise! <333 

Leona stares at the text with furrowed brows, his tail twisting behind him. Every little move it does speaks volumes about his confusion and worry, but no anger; he knows his darling isn't the type to cancel their dates randomly for no reason, especially one he knows you'd been really looking forward to. It had taken a while of him nagging you for you to admit you really, really wanted to try a particularly expensive but beautiful and highly-praised spot. 

Expensive for you, but quite cheap for Leona. Leona, who hadn't wasted much time before he'd reserved a spot. So for you to now text him this…. It is concerning. 

And then he gets another text before he can ask you why. 

Sick :( don't wanna make u sick 2 :(((

Leona huffs, raising an eyebrow. Idiot. His favourite idiot, but still an idiot. If you thought he'd just simply let you be, you were sorely mistaken. 

I'll swing by the doctors. Do you need any specific medicine? 

(You'd laughed once, about how his formal training as a Prince shines through his texts. He always, according to you, used right spellings and punctuations.) 

Noooooo!!!! stay home nd nap i can brave thru this!!!! 

No, you really can't and shouldn't. Leona snorts at his own thoughts, finally pocketing his phone without answering. He's in his room already, so all he has to do is pick up a bag that contains a gift for you and then, just like he'd said he'd do, swing by the doctors to pick up some common cold and fever medicine, and then he leaves the palace. 

He doesn't go to your home right away, though. He stops by a shop, picks out several ingredients all fresh and new for a chicken broth, and then he finally goes to your house; it's in a quiet neighbourhood, though your place is quite visible simply because you like having a colourful garden and vines with blooming flowers that crawl up your walls. Some of them were luminescent, so they glowed soothing shades in the night, perfect for sleeping under in your back garden. 

But now isn't the time to think about that.

Leona doesn't need to knock; he has a copy of your house key, and uses that to enter your home. In the quietude and the closed drapes that leave the house dim, the only thing he can make out right away is your soothing scent, stifled by your sickness. 

And then he hears your coughs, broken only by your sneeze, and he knows he has to act fast. 

Chicken broth doesn't take much time to cook, so he gets working on that while simultaneously cleaning around your house… which is already clean, so he knows you'd either already done it and made yourself feel worse, or was so sick you couldn't leave your bed in the first place. 

Leona sets the broth to simmer, picks up his gift bag, and climbs up the stairs to your room. “Darling? It's me, Leona.” he calls, hearing your rustling and moving in your bed before he reaches your room and sees you. 

“Leona?” voice scratchy, your head pops up from the blanket you'd cocooned yourself in. Your hair was flying up in every way, and your eyes were droopy, barely awake. But you're aware enough to pout frown. “Didn't… didn't I say not to come here?” 

“No.” Leona easily replies, putting his hand on your forehead. Too hot, and yet you were still shivering…. Which wasn't that much of a surprise when he sees you're only wearing a tank top and some shorts. In winter. But chiding your right now would just make you feel worse. 

“Leonaaa…” You whine quietly, closing your eyes. Shivers go down your body, and you try to bury yourself more in the blanket. “So cold, so tired, so sick…” 

“I know, doll,” he sighs, taking the blanket off you even when you whine again. “Come on, let's change you into something warmer and take you out of this room. The air is stale here.” 

And here is where he pulls his gift out; a lion onesie, thick and fluffy and worlds warmer than your current clothes, and faintly smelling like him. Leona helps you change into it, feeling you lean against him. 

“Warm,” Your whisper is soft, wiggling your toes in the onesie while Leona fixes your bedhead so tangled hair doesn't irritate you. “And soft. Comfy.” 

“Good.” he replies, finished and setting the brush down. Winding his arms under your back and thighs, Leona carries you downstairs to the living room, to the couch. “When was the last time you ate?”

“Dunno… not hungry.” You sigh when he places you down, curling up immediately in his arms before he can leave to bring you the soup. “So… tired. Should've dressed warmer when I went out a few days ago.” 

Leona wraps his arms around you, pulling you to rest on top of him. The house is warm now, the smell of chicken broth curling in the air and your body safe and sound in his embrace, shivers subsiding and your eyes blinking slower and slower. 

“Sleep, doll.” he whispers against you, kissing her temple. His lips linger on your skin, hands massaging down your back. His magic wraps a blanket around you, freshly tumbled and dried, and he feels you melt even more against him. 

 “I'll take care of you, I promise. Always.” 

Masterpost

#my love 😖 #LEOONNAAA #this was so well written??? #i’ll cry #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland #leona kingsholar x reader #twst x reader #leona #leona x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fluff #twst imagines #disney twst

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ʬ﹐vivi’s masterlist # ᶻz﹕

(all in order of publish date)

obey me

into the eyes of fire (depth of satan’s eyes - ghost)

- satan | nsfw + sfw , read warnings !

#ʬ﹐vivi’s masterlist ᶻz﹕

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into the eyes of fire

satan who loves eye contact <3 (some nsfw)

notes - gn reader until nsfw (afab), pussy eatin’ :p, p in v, overstimulation, soft nsfw~

a/n ☆ quick lil hcs as a cb post !! v v v short cus i’m sleepy {2 a.m. as i’m writing this ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ}

satan who:

loves to look into your gorgeous eyes while he tells you about the most recent book he’s read, or while you’re telling him about something you learned recently.

looks into everyone’s eyes, if he’s paying attention, to show he is actively listening and participating.

gazes into your softened eyes before he presses a soft, chaste kiss to your soft lips.

finds it adorable when you close your eyes or turn away as he whispers compliments, telling you how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you.

nsfw ○ below

looks into your eyes from his position between your legs, overstimulating you until your eyes tear up.

holds your face gently and reminds you to look at him as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, bringing you to your third or fourth orgasm (but hey, who’s counting… satan is).

#🎧﹐ıllı vivi’s hcs ﹒ ♡ #obey me #obey me fluff #obey me smut #obey me angst #obey me x reader #satan #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #leviathan x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #simeon x reader #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #solomon x reader #satan + ghost = <3333

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thinking…

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A continuation of my last post about a reader who struggles to make any headway/participate in a conversation, and characters who find ways to include them!

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Luke, Simeon, Solomon

Diavolo takes quite some time to realise what was going on - he can be a little bit dense at the best of times, but once he's caught on, he's genuinely really distraught on your behalf and will do everything he can to right this wrong. He'll pull you aside and apologise like it's his own fault, and do his very best to make sure you're included, through whatever means possible. Usually, this means him announcing that it seems like you have something you'd like to add to the conversation whenever you so much as take a slightly bigger than normal breath in or tilt your head a certain way. He acts so proud of himself about it too, puffing his chest out and tipping his chin up as he just beams at you while you talk. He doubly so makes sure to take in every word you say, even if it's about something he has no knowledge of.

Barbatos knows. Even before anything happens, he just knows, and he's already steering the conversation in a certain way to circumvent it from ever happening in the first place. He's skilled with finding tricky little ways to manipulate others, so this isn't a difficult undertaking for him. He almost does it subconsciously, engineering the chatter subtly to turn towards topics of interest to you, or making sure there are lulls in the conversation so you'll get an opportunity to speak up. He'd never acknowledge it or admit that it's something he does, but he does. He's rather fond of you, and he doesn't like to see those he likes get down on themselves for little things such as not being able to participate fluently in a conversation.

Luke considers you a good friend, and thus is always pretty tuned in to what you're saying and doing at any given moment. It's something he notices, but doesn't really know what to do in response - he gets talked over a lot, and he kind of sees it as expected or normal for this group, but there's a moment where he finally clicks to how much it upsets you and he's immediately ten times as upset on your behalf. He may not stand up for himself, but he'll absolutely stand up for his loved ones without a second thought, and give whoever speaks over or disregards you a stern telling-off. It's a little sweet, watching him with one hand on his hip, the other waggling a scolding finger at someone much taller than him as he chides them for not waiting their turn.

Simeon isn't entirely sure what to make of it at first - he notices how you miss a beat, how your face falls and you trail off as you're spoken over, and he kind of sits on that for a little while, deliberating over what to do. Eventually, he'll find an appropriate opportunity to pull you aside and ask if you're okay, if there's anything he can possibly do to help with the situation. He's conscientious and sweet, and has a few suggestions for you if you're not sure how to proceed forward. He'll follow your lead, doing whatever you've asked of him whenever these incidents occur. If you're not sure, or you ask him to remain silent, you'll notice he does seem to pay extra attention to you during conversations to at least try and make sure you feel noticed and heard - he dislikes the idea of you feeling bad and him not being able to do anything about it.

Solomon doesn't really notice for quite some time - he can be socially inept at the best of times, and this is certainly one of them. It takes him a while to connect the dots and realise why you come out of some interactions seeming more downtrodden than when you entered. He sometimes gets interrupted, but his usual solution is to simply keep talking until the other person shuts up, which you don't seem to be inclined to do. He spends a while deliberating on what he can do, how he can help - of course, his first thoughts turn to magic, what spells and charms he could easily cast to make you feel better when someone talks over you, but he eventually concludes that perhaps that may not be the best solution. He instead finds ways to create awkward silences in the conversation shortly after you've tried to talk and just looks at you expectantly, with a smug little grin on his face like he's done something praiseworthy. Whether it is or not is up to you.

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Hi! Congrats on your new blog btw! I just recently read the Bros in Dirty Little Secret, and was wondering if you’d do the Datables next, please? Thank you very much!

Ofc!!! I hope this satisfies you :D

「 I’ll Keep You My Dirty Little Secret (2)」

ft. the Dateables

minors kindly dni

afab reader in all but Solomon’s

a/n: i kinda wanna make simeon’s a full fic ….. also this took soooo long cus i couldn’t think of barb’s or solo’s

Diavolo #

What’s that? You want someone who wishes he could fill you with his seed and breed you? Well he’s got that one down. The Demon Prince has duties to attend to, such as carrying on his bloodline! Who else to do it with other than the gorgeous human transfer student!!! Right? Righhhttt??? The first time this idea popped into his mind was during a dream of his; You were beneath him, taking him oh, so well. He woke up with a big, fat boner.

Barbatos #

His deepest, darkest fantasies are the ones containing you. The ones where he shames you for being disobedient, the ones where he is in control. He wants to see just how much of a whining, mess you’d be under him. He wants to hear you call his name as he draws the nth orgasm out of you~.

Simeon #

Simeon wants nothing more than to worship you. He wants to please you and only you. He wants to tell you how perfect you are and how much he adores you all while he fucks you gently. He wants to admire your beautiful body and all your curves under the moonlight. This angel will become your disciple, he’ll follow you ‘till the end of the world, worshiping your everything.

Solomon #

The sorcerer’s mind is plagued with images of your thighs. You soft, squishy, beautiful thighs. Oh, what he would do to be crushed by them. This poor boy would struggle not to pop a boner anytime he caught a glimpse of your thighs as you sat. Whenever it would get too unbearable, he’d politely excuse himself as the mental picture of your thighs burnt into his brain.

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☆ introduction ☆

— my name is vivienne and im 20 yrs old !

i write for twst, obey me, genshin, and jjk

mlist - s!her -

i write both nsfw + sfw !

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