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He's sorry! Look into his baby doll eyes!!!! He won't do it again!!!! (Probably)
A little man of no remorse….his name is Silt.
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How long do you think roommate!anakin would last before fucking you into oblivion after you move in?
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18+ smut, roomate!Anakin, perv!Anakin if you squint.
A month or two, maybe even three.
It takes time for him to get comfortable. He'll be the nicest roommate ever, always asking if you need something, helping you move stuff and even giving you the time to pay your part when money is too tight. Anakin is a sweetheart and tries to keep his room and space clean just to impress you— but he isn't the tidiest person.
The attraction is palpable yet unspoken. He finds himself staring at you while you do laundry, while you cook or when you are reading in the living room. When you are out for work/school and he is at the apartment, Anakin ends up inside your room, rummaging through your belongings and sitting on your bed. The room looks like a sanctuary devoted to your privacy and he adores it.
He might even steal some stuff, nothing you'll miss much , of course— maybe a small bottle of perfume, a lipgloss, a pair of used panties... nothing you'll notice at first glance.
The breaking point is when you bring a boy over. He makes sure he doesn't try to push you and he'll conveniently go to the kitchen multiple times, glaring at the guy who has his arm around your shoulder. He might know him, he might not— but he is sure that fucker is not good enough for you. He lives with you, he knows your routine so, if anything... he should be the one with his arm around you.
When the guy leaves, Anakin simply takes his place and leans closer.
"I'm just making sure he didn't make you uncomfortable." That's what he says. You melt because he is so caring, so sweet and he is worried about your well-being.
"I wish all men were like you." That's what you say.
Anakin obviously has to show you he's not any guy. Naturally, bending you over the aforementioned living room and eating you out until you drool over the cushions and fuck you til your eyes roll blank will surely show you he isn't like any guy you've meet before.
#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya answers!#❓anon#roomate!anakin#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker smut#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin x reader
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Hi. I was wondering if you can do Mc want a baby? Sorry if it's sounds weird you can ignore it if you want to.
Hi anon, thank you for waiting! This wasn't a weird request, I just need some time to get to it ^^
If you have any specific characters, you want me to highlight let me know, but I'll do the kings!
Satan: When MC tells Satan they want a kid, he's immediately on board for trying. He's canceled all the things he was supposed to do at that moment and has Sitri take care of it. He's very romantic about it, wanting to take it slow, rubbing circles on MC's belly, going over names already. Who knew this angry king could be so soft?
Mammon: MC asking Mammon about having kids, he's already stating that he wants 3 at minimum but is always happy to have more than that. Tartaros has the best doctors, and he suspects that his offspring will be a bit sickly and that MC could also be bedridden during. He's already making preparations before even starting the process of making the baby.
Beelzebub: Kids??? He says to MC, that they'll worry about that later, but he isn't even sure if he can breed with MC. Asmo was able to do it with various humans...so can't see why he can't. Plus to him, it's going to be fun trying, he'll even see if his clones can get MC pregnant too.
Leviathan: He's not surprised to hear MC wants to have a kid with him. He figured that's something bound to happen sooner or later based on human behavior. He wants to let MC know that there are times to do this, and he will let them know when he's ready to start the process. Before then, he's similar to Mammon, prepping for the baby's arrival, appointing official babysitters, bringing in doctors from other parts of Hell, putting time in his schedule, and well keeping enemies away from the child as well. He wants the pregnancy to be limited to the palace so MC will not be allowed to go out until they deliver the baby.
Lucifer: As a former angel, he is very sure that he can't have a kid with MC, but he's happy to adopt an animal or another orphaned devil. As far as just going ahead and attempting anyway, oh, if MC is ready, he's more than ready to try it out.
#whb#jwhbasks❓#whb beelzebub#whb leviathan#whb satan#whb mammon#whb kings👑#whb lucifer#whb headcanons#mc wants to get pregoooo#yeah i'm sure luci can't have any but we're not sure#thank you for waiting anon!
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.. frogtin
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You’re like. Twinkiplier. Markiplier for people who like twinks
Sure, I’ll stream Iron Lung tonight, whatever
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soft boy jongseong who wants to wait to make your guys first time having sex together perfect but also he’s a 21 year old guy so he has Needs so cue the perfect solutions: dry humping, mutual masturbation, handjobs, fingering, eating you out, basically everything but him actually entering you until he can create the perfect date night and ambience
THIS IS ACTUALLY SO CUTE WTF 🥹 jay's just a soft boy in general but can actually be a master in bed so i think he's gonna want to ease you into it until he knows you're already comfortable doing the deed.
of course you've got the kissing laid out. he's gonna transition into the making out phase, combining everything he can with the simple smacks—tongue, a subtle squeeze of your ass or even a touch on your tiddies (all with your consent ofc!). next, he's gonna take it to the next level and will be brazenly squeezing your tits, yanking your top down to see them jiggle. he's gonna start experimentally touching your clothed pussy and ever softly massage your clit just to get a reaction out of you.
if he ever see signs of discomfort, he's immediately going to stop and ask you if you're okay. once he has the go sign, he carries the plan on until you're letting him eat you out and him letting you suck his cock.
sixty-nine is definitely jay's most favorite position because the fact that you're sitting on his face while you take him in your mouth and with your skin against his to top everything off, he's going wild, and so are you. both of you are enjoying every bit of it.
now, onto the actual deed, he immediately goes for the mating press position just because he wants the sex to be intimate but hot at the same time. your legs are on his shoulders and he's got full access of your pussy so he's able to thrust deep inside you. the way your toes are curling turns him on more—that just means he's doing a good job.
the aftercare—oh, boy, i'm already melting as i type. he will run you a warm bubble bath with two bottles of wine on a desk beside the tub so you both can chill while you talk about you guys' first time. he's opened up the topic of shower sex, which you gladly respond to, but for now, he wants the aftercare to be wholesome.
he can have his way with you later on, because tonight is about you.
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Pls is there a part 2 to midnight city I want to know morning after and how everyone reacts to it because phew
A/N: When I originally posted midnight city on the old blog, this was one of my only fics that kept getting asked for part twos and I loved writing it, but really didn't know where to go. I guess, this lucky anon was the magical number to finally inspire this. And I will say, I do have a mini series all about Modern Steve coming out soon called "We'll Call it Love" - I hope you stick around for some more modern Steve.
But for you, anon & all of the wonderful people who asked for part 2? A little morning after blurb - enjoy 💋
Frozen:
part one: "Midnight City" | part two
modern!steve harrington x fem! reader
Summary: Steve Harrington still looks good in the morning. Your meddling friends have impeccable timing, but Steve and you still find time to get a little lost in each other. | masterlist | steve's music | NSFW 18+
WC Range: 1k-3k
Warnings: unprotected piv intercourse - creampie, petnames, Steve had stolen your shirt?, underwear found by friends
Lilac morning light falling across your eyelids as you wake from a dream you can’t quite remember, naked body stretching across soft sheets, arms under the pillow beneath your head. Lazily waking up in a bed that’s not your own, but somehow already feels like home. You let out a quiet yawn as you roll onto your side, eyes fluttering open at the warm breath that hits your cheek.
You bite your bottom lip as you take in the sleeping figure next to you. Steve’s face sharing your pillow, hair shorter than you’ve ever seen it before last night. His eyes moving in a dream under his closed eyelids, arms tucked under his chest, his back and shoulder muscles flexing as he shifts in his sleep.
You can’t help but watch him, taking in every slight twitch of a finger, a hitched breath, a snore - feeling like you’re watching an intimate and vulnerable version of the boy who keeps himself so guarded normally. His pink lips, soft and parted slightly, blowing air out in slow breaths and you’re a little mesmerized by them, remembering just how intimate you got with them last night.
You scoot your body slightly closer, sheets falling from your bare shoulder as your fingertips trace a light pattern across his back, your lips grazing his bicep, your body nudging into his.
You hear his breath shift as your fingers graze down his spine and back up, over his neck and scratching the back of his scalp. He moans a little, face burying itself in the shared pillow as you continue to scratch and card your fingers through the shorter hair and he stretches.
He finally opens his eyes as he turns his face towards yours. Eyes that aren’t quite blue nor green, mixing to form a color that reminds you of getting lost, blink at you and he smiles slowly, his voice deep and rough with sleep, “Good morning.”
His hand reaches over, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, trailing down your neck, shoulder, and your arm, all the way to the hand that had found its way to his chest and he lifts it and kisses your palm.
You feel your body warm at the gesture and he smirks, kissing your wrist and up your arm, scooting his body closer to yours until your skin to skin and you feel just how happy he is to see you this morning.
You whisper, afraid to pop the bubble that you’re in as he buries himself into your neck, “Morning, Steve.”
Soft kisses, down the column of your neck as he hums as a reply back to you, his hand on your lower back buzzing soft circles into your skin. He’s not doing anything overtly sexual and yet your stomach is flipping, toes curling and breath hitching every time his scruff catches and tickles your skin. You feel his morning erection pressed to your thigh twitch as his teeth nip your earlobe gently.
Lips trailing down your jaw as your eyelids flutter closed and you whisper, “Steve.”
His reply is not with words, but lips finding yours, swallowing your quiet sighs, his fingertips slipping down the curves of your body until he’s pulling his fingers through your wet folds and you shiver against him.
Both of you wrap your arms around each other, pulling one another tighter as his tongue dips out and licks your bottom lip. His length slips between your legs as you rotate your hips over him, easily sliding together from your slick.
Panting into him as he sucks your bottom lip between his own, hand pressing your head closer as his other lifts your thigh higher and over his hip, sliding his tip through your folds and teasing at your entrance.
You press yourself harder against him and both of you gasp as he slowly pushes into you, slowly falling deeper until it’s hard to tell where you end and he begins, filling you fully. Hand guiding your body, he starts thrusting into you, softly, easy, slow. He’s rolling you to your back, his lips moving over yours in a matching, agonizing pace.
Nose bumping against yours as hands find each other’s, his grip tight as he’s pushing them up over your head, burying himself fully inside you and he pushes you down into the mattress. Steve’s pace is teasing, giving you everything you want and then taking it away. Pulling out almost completely and thrusting into you further and harder each time, curls of hair hitting your sensitive nerves with each thrust, rubbing together creating a friction that has you moaning into his mouth.
Your legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking together as you drive your heels into him, forcing him even deeper and to stay put longer, and he laughs a little, nipping at your lips as you roll your hips against him. He releases one of your hands, fingers falling between your bodies as he presses soft figure eights into your swollen clit and your body jolts against him. Thrusting into you slowly, fingers circling and his lips back to yours has the band in your stomach stretched as far as it can go, ready to fall apart all over him.
Steve whispers against your mouth, “Come on baby, give into it.”
You whimper against him, his hips never relenting in their lazy but brutal thrusts, sure he’s leaving bruises deep inside of you with each one. Your back starts to arch off of the bed, gasping his name as you feel your walls tightening around him.
His other hand drags your jaw open as his kisses get a little hungrier, swallowing your screams as he presses his fingers into your clit harder, thrusting a little faster and you can’t hold it off any longer, begging him to fall apart with you.
He moans at your request, hands forgetting their previous positions and he wraps his arms around your back, holding you against his body and he suddenly thrusts into you quicker. Deeper, faster, you’re screaming into each other’s mouths, panting out one another’s names breathlessly. He holds you tightly against him and as you feel him twitch inside of you, painting your insides with his own high, you fall apart too, stars in your vision as you grip tightly to his back, lips pushing against his frantically as you ride out your orgasms together.
Holding each other, sweating temples pressed together, the world doesn’t exist. It’s just you and Steve and you’re unsure why it took so long to figure out, but there was no going back now.
“What are you thinking about?” His voice is softer and quieter than you’re used to. Opening your eyes you see his dancing around your face, fingers tightening on your back as he sighs against you.
You kiss his chin, hands wrapped around his neck as your fingers scratch up and behind his ears, laughing into his jaw, “That I wish we could freeze this moment. Because as soon as everyone finds out it’s going to be I told you so’s up the wazoo and Robin is going to-”
His eyes go wide and he gasps, “Shit!”
He’s pulling himself away from you, both of you wincing at the quick and sudden loss and you pull the sheet around you and watch him frantically pull clothes from his dresser and yank them on haphazardly as you speak, “It was the wazoo wasn't it? You find me horribly unattractive now? You know, as I was saying it I really-”
He came over and kissed you once quickly and laughed, “I loved the wazoo, I love-”
He stopped himself and your eyes went wide. He cleared his throat, tapping your nose before he buttoned his jeans, “I love that we have wonderful friends who are going to be here in less than five minutes for brunch.”
Too caught up in the chaos of his statement, his previous almost slip-up fades to the back of your mind as you search for where pieces of your clothing got thrown the night before.
He tosses you a shirt that could be yours.
Wait.
It is yours.
You hold it up, “Why do you have this? I have been looking for this for months..”
He squints, scratches his jaw and points at the window and you turn to look and he dashes out the bedroom door as a loud buzzing falls from his entryway, signaling that someone had arrived downstairs.
You call out as you pull yourself together quicker than you ever have, “Don’t think you’re off the hook buddy! I accused Robin, Nancy, and Eddie of stealing this! My favorite band tshirt and you had it the whole time?!”
His voice calls out quietly from the kitchen, “What? I can’t hear you?”
You mumble under your breath about how you were dating a pervert and your hands stop in your hair. You were dating right? I mean, Steve wrote his goddamn name in your pussy and he had your tshirt and you’re pretty sure he almost just said I love you. You had to be dating.
Right?
You rounded the corner in the hallway, barefoot soft steps to see him staring at a set of coffee mugs as you asked, “Steve?”
He handed you a mug with coffee exactly as you took it and you smiled, but frowned as you set it down, “Are we dating? What do we tell people? Cause in about five-”
The melodic “secret” knock of Robin tapped on the door before it opened, her humming and arrogant smirk filling the apartment. Nancy’s and Eddie’s directly behind her.
Eddie grinned, “Oh good, Y/N. You’re here already.”
You folded your arms, refusing to give them even an inch of fuel for their fire, “Yep.”
They all smiled like triplet Cheshire cats, glances bouncing between you and then at Steve who was finding something in the other room extremely interesting.
Robin walked further into the apartment, a box of donuts sliding onto the counter as she tapped it, looking between you and her best friend as she said, “Well, we tried to call a bunch of times to see if you needed a ride. But, looks like Harrington beat us to it.”
Steve choked on his coffee and you glared at her.
“Yeah, I tried calling too, you must have been busy.”
And here you thought Nancy was supposed to be the mature one.
Eddie lifted his finger and pointed to the living room, “I-”
You interrupted in a yell, “We had sex! Okay? Everyone happy? Got that out of your systems? Can we all be adults please?”
Robin and Nancy grinned, Eddie mashed his lips together and Steve tapped your shoulder and you spun on him, “What? They were going to find out anyways and-”
He nodded slightly and you followed the gaze of his eyes to your underwear hanging on the plant where Eddie had been pointing originally.
You growled something about everyone keeping their mouths shut, grabbed the offending item of clothing and closed the door to his bedroom as you fell face first onto his bed.
Steve wasn’t too far behind you, slipping in through the door and clicking it closed softly before poking your side, “Come on, it’s not so bad.”
Your phone buzzed three times and you pulled it out and huffed, showing it to him. Ignoring the million missed calls and texts and focusing on the most recent three in the group text.
Robin: So, we did establish I’m the best man and Nance is the maid of honor right?
Nancy: They were really cute underwear Y/N, if that makes you feel any better.
Eddie: Need us to make ourselves scarce?
You peeked over your folded arms at Steve biting his cheek as you heard Eddie and Robin yelling through the door about being best man’s, flower girls, and so on. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. All this extra pressure and nonsense, it made it confusing and it would hurt even more if it didn't work out. Thoughts you hadn’t even cared to think about last night because you were too caught up in the moment now flooding your brain.
Steve laid on the bed next to you, his crossed arms next to yours as his chin rested on them and he whispered, “I’d like the answer to be yes by the way.”
You sighed, “Yes? To what?”
He smiled, rolling to his side and wrapping his arm around you, tugging you closer like it was natural and a thing you’d done with each other for years, not one night. He kissed your forehead, “Dating. I’d like the answer to be yes.”
You looked up at him through your lashes and smiled, legs tangling together as your arms wrapped around his neck and you nodded, stomach floating with butterflies, “I’d like that too.”
He kissed down your jaw and whispered, “And as far as telling the others…something tells me they already know.”
You buried your face in his chest, inhaling a familiar scent of Steve in a new way, laughing through your embarrassment. He pulled your face up gently, kissing your nose before your lips tenderly. A lot had happened, and more would, and no doubt there was plenty to figure out. But for now, it was just you and him and that was all that mattered.
Hearing something about how the suit would look better on Robin over Eddie, you smiled.
Well, mostly it was just you and him.
#taylor's asks ❓#anon answered#steve harringon#modern steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x fem!reader
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Have you ever wished you could beat the people in your head?
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Oh no!!
That sucks. I haven't been able to get much sleep either honestly, I've really been focusing on school. I want to find a college before my birthday but I can't find one for my career so far. Plus daylight savings time just started so my internal clocks all thrown off especially since I wake up at 5:30 for work, today I woke up at 5 and really didn't want to get up, I went back to sleep and slept in, almost got to work late
Anyways, hope you get some sleep.
Here, have a thought
Imagine having use to be in the military but having left. But then Price wants you back so he goes to your cozy little home to try and persuade you to rejoin only to find you don't want to (though I don't know why you'd ever not want to be with him) so he rides you, making you wear a cock ring so you can't cum, and when you beg him to take it off, to let you fill him to the brim with your fluids. But he doesn't let you, saying "Only good boys who join the military get to cum."
Food for thought ☺️
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Sugar I wish you the utmost best in your college searching! I know it can be stressful but keep in mind that you’re young you have plenty of time to make a decision to regret your choices and to start over again
Make it juicer. You left because of price. The two of you had been enlisted together for as long as you can remember, you’d even told price that you wanted to retire with him and he agreed to it but when the time came around he didn’t want to retire, felt that he could go a few more years for whatever reason and of course you were hurt partially because he went back on his promise and partially because those few more years might mean permanently losing him and that scared the living daylight out of you.
However you’d never tell him that so you packed your bags and stormed out of base leaving your past and price along with it.
Years later 141 end up with a mission in their hands that requires someone a bit more skilled and price has the perfect candidate in mind doesn’t even bother explaining what he’s doing as he’s swiftly packing his bags and hopping into his car.
Days later you hear a knock on the door, and when you open it you see a tired looking price standing there.
“May I come in?” He says and shuffles around awkwardly when you don’t respond immediately
You shouldn’t let him in, should slam the door in his face and forget this entire interaction happened but instead you move to the side , and silently gesture for him to walk in.
He doesn’t say anything either instead he sits down on your sofa and throws a stack of paper onto the table.
“What’s this?” You say, brows furrowed in confusion.
Price doesn’t respond so you decide to get your answer by taking a paper out of the stack and scanning over the contents.
“I’m not doing-“ you try to say but stop when you feel his hand gently claps your wrist.
“Please,” price says looks up at you beneath long black lashes, cheeks sporting the same color as his lips
“Why should I?” You say secretly hating yourself for giving in so easily to him
“I need- we need you” he says and looks away.
“Why are you here John?” You say, sounding almost a bit desperate for the truth he’s withholding from you.
Price takes a sharp breath before he turns to face you again “I’d like for you to come back- back to me again”

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Have a little blurb thing about being crushed by Sapnaps thighs because they’re so 😮💨 also this really sucks I’m sorry, I haven’t wrote anything in forever 🤞
On a lazy day when there was nothing to do, Sapnap and I usually just sat in the living room. He sat on the couch, but I always felt cozy sitting on the floor between his legs. There wasn’t really a reason, I just found it the most comfortable spot. We were both just chilling and looking on our phones as we usually did until I noticed his thighs get a little closer to my head. I shook it off as him readjusting his legs or something, but I couldn’t lie and say the feeling of his legs getting closer to me wasn’t hot. Especially his thighs. A few minutes passed, and once again his thighs got closer to my head. This time I looked up to see the cockiest grin on his face. I blush rose on my face, this was more than him readjusting. He had to know how much I liked his thighs at this point, I was basically sweating. He does it once more and he now has his thighs locked around my head. The warmth in my underwear grew as I was being held by his thighs. He looked down at me and grinned once again. “I know how worked up my thighs get you.” He said as I began rubbing my legs together to try and satisfy my needs. I could feel his hard through his pants and a small groan escaped his lips. He gently grabbed my hair as his legs tightened around my head. Gosh, I would gladly suffocate between his thighs. He took one hand off of my hair and he started stroking himself through his pants. “Fuck, my cock is so sensitive,” He said under his breath as the wet spot in my underwear grew. I started rubbing myself which worked much better than rubbing my legs together. He sped up his strokes and I managed to put my head back so I could see him. Just as I did his eyes rolled back as he came in his pants. The tightness around my head loosened when he came. He pulled me up onto his lap and stuck his hand down my leggings to rub me. “It feels so much better when it’s you..!” I said into the crook of his neck. He rubbed my clit and I finally came on his hand. He kissed me on the back of my neck before he even removed his hand. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
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fuck this is so hot and literally all i want rn thank you for this anon😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
#graces anons#❓anon#grace is frothing at the mouth#good lord#sapnap smut#i want him so bad#PLEASE#sapnap x reader smut
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i dont mean this in a rude way at all and its more coming from somebody who has always struggled socializing even online but when ppl have asked me if id ever make a Skunkes Brand Discord Server...its like... 1. No 2. asking me that alone is already very showing of us being two extremely severely completely different people
*spongebob flying ice cream truck* this is not me being mean about ppl who do make servers looking for ppl to discuss their own art and interests with
#i cant even Be in a discord server why wld i want to be in charge of one full of strangers 😭 i wld not be present#i wld be as present as i am in the only server im in which is the neopets one for updates#the only other servers im in are me + 1 friend or me + 2 of my friends‚ friend servers#talkys#i do not ever think of even joining servers. what do u mean#also while im here but adjacent to this is when ppl on anon flirt with me like u are on anon...#thats already telling enough....#not even in a mean way but i myself am a neurotic isolating person who never reaches out#so i interact best with ppl who are already Very Out There ykwim#we cant both be debilitatingly shy.#but yeah back to my original point its bc i myself cant fathom it#like why wld i want to join a discord full of other fans of an artist 😭❓
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With all these babies you're basically a certified DILF now
What does that mean?
#pokemon irl#pkmn irl#pokeblog#pokeblogging#🪵 | bentley responds#❓| anon#(( IM LOSING IT WHO SENT THIS 😭
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How would anakin react if he was stranded on a deserted island with someone he's obsessed with? Would he freak out? Would he be happy? Would he be scared?
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I think he'll be scared initially? He looks like the type to freak out when things don't go his way, and something tells me he didn't intended to strand on an island on purpose. He's glad he's with you (of course you are the person he's obsessed with), because he feels comfortable and knows that you want to get out of there as much as he does.
The first days may be hectic? Looking around the island, finding a way to communicate and ask for rescue, looking for a safe place to rest, sleep and obviously food. Anakin would be unconsciously patronizing, but that's just how he acts when he has that mindset of "I'm in charge and I'll do what I can to protect us" or something.
He'd comfort you if you need to, help you where you need him and just stay glued to your say. Anakin's obsession will gradually show since he can't leave you alone for five seconds, scared you might get lost. I think it's needless to say that after a week or two he'll be on top of you, eager to touch you and feel any skin-to-skin contact and of course finally vocalize his obsession and desire for you.
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Soldier down, i got the flu, i got some meds but im pretty sure having Mammon's tits in my face and a nap in there would cure me faster than anything in Paradise lost (Lucifer would be so done with me). But really, i think having a nap in Mammon, Minhyeok and Paimon (i know he use a sweet perfume, i would be in heaven) arms would be such a nice expirience. Do you have a king/nobel/angel you would like to use as a pillow?
Dumbass anon
Ahhh no dumbass anon D: I'm wishing you a speedy recovery and will offer my drabble as a some level of comfort for you.
*mammon is an excellent choice btw*
I'll choose one of each :3
King: Mammon
Noble: Valefor
Angel: *Lucifer* or Raphael
REASONS:
For Mammon, he's pretty much got the juiciest, fattest tits out of the kings, and thems some good pillows let me tell ya. So soft, and warm, and if he does flex them for firmness even better. Plus I think Mammon always smells good, he just looks like he does. Like white chocolate, red velvet, caramel, raspberries, pomegranates, or something along those smells. I also think since he's a talker he could talk about something and soothe me even further.
Valefor??? Well...we've seen the H-scene (some of us) he's pretty much a mini-Mammon and therefore there have to be traits that are very similar if not the same. Also, he's so soft in appearance and how he handles MC and everything else when needed. I don't even care if he's poppin' boners because I'm using his chest, I'll make it worse and rub my booty against him 💀
Pre-fallen Lucifer seems like the type where you've caught a glance of him coming to check on you as a guardian and you ask him to stay just a bit longer, and he does and you use his chest, ignoring the scar and just enjoying his presence as he hums hymns for you while stroking your hair. I need this.
Raphael??!?!? REaly???! Yes. While that angel has a mean streak worth talking about, all he wants is attention and to be close to someone, to be SOMEONE'S something since God is missing and he already lost that battle of attention to Solomon. He insists that you smush your face against his chest, and oddly it would be comforting, maybe a bit bony, but he can't help that. He's got you pretty much in a headlock and won't let you go, and will bury his face in your hair. Where do you need to go anyway? All that you need is right h e r e.
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So like how would Johnny react to being collared. Asking for science
i think initially he'd snark at v/whoever and go on and on quip after quip. you have to tighten the collar around his neck—the buckle against the swell of his throat—and only then will he shut up with the smallest of sounds. he'll pick right back up from where he started once he gets over his initial shock and he'll snap back at you the more you call him a dog or a good pup or a bitch in heat .
but also i think he secretly loves being owned—so keep it on him and see how he quickly he gets used to a leash
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