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hello, darling! How are you? I love your writing, and I'm obsessed with your blog aesthetic as well! <3 take good care of yourself because you obviously deserve it from how hard you're working
my request is quite simple! please don't feel forced to write anything you don't want to, and feel free to ignore this if desired! I was listening to "My Girlfriend is a Witch" (October Country) and I thought to myself: the obey me brothers with an s/o who's a witch/sorcerer! I wasn't thinking about ALL characters (because my favorite is Lucifer), but feel free to actually include anyone you want! Thank you for your time and I appreciate the effort!
> if you desire something more specific: the MC would be a human exchange student like Solomon, using magic to some things and making potions, having also very good cooking, and admiring storytelling. Any trouble envolving dark magic among the brothers? MC can resolve it! Or at least try to help. Another witches are bothering Mammon again? MC will talk to them, since the witches in question are on their class anyways.
(also, may I be 🍓 anon? hehe <3)
lucifer x witch!mc
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includes: lucifer x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .5k | rated g | m.list
a/n: this was so cute!! i also have a longer series with sorcerer mc here! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hi!! and yes, you can absolutely be 🍓 anon hehe
please reblog <3
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at first, lucifer hadn’t trusted you in the slightest. sure, he’d technically been the one to choose you as the new applicant, but he hadn’t actually looked at your application, something that was definitely coming back to bite him.
at least you weren’t part of the coven that mammon was entangled in, he had thought to himself, trying to look on the bright side, dim as it was.
slowly though, you grew on him. though some of your pursuits had ended poorly, like when you’d accidentally burned off your eyebrows making a potion, or had a spell go wrong and made everyone in rad only able to tell the truth, he began to feel more amused by them than irritated, a sure sign you were endearing yourself to him.
and some of your skills were quite helpful, he had to admit. when belphie had gotten sick with some form of rare illness, you’d saved the day by cooking up a remedy when even simeon and solomon were unable to. and some of your teas and herb mixtures were useful, not to mention delicious.
now, lucifer mused, he was completely head over heels for you. sure, there were still things that you did that gone on his nerves, or thins you said that he didn’t fully agree with, but you truly were one of a kind and now incredibly important to him. plus, your sense of humor was amusing, even if he’d never admit it.
(for halloween you’d decided to dress up as a classic witch, complete with a black hat and broomstick. somehow, he’d been convinced to join you as a vampire, and diavolo had been a werewolf. it was silly and lowbrow, but he had one of the pictures saved as his phone background.)
“what are you thinking so hard about?” you ask him, drawing him back to the present. a grimoire is open in front of you, and he can see your chicken-scratch handwriting in the margins.
“you,” he replies simply, and you make a face.
“what about me?”
“i didn’t really like you when we first met,” he confesses, “so it’s quite strange how much that has changed.”
“you know, i get that a lot,” you reply, unbothered. “a lot of people find me irritating.”
“i cannot fathom why.”
“oh, shut it,” you chide light-heartedly. “if you keep going i might have to curse you or something.”
the threat, which you used often, was empty, something you both knew. “right,” lucifer says, giving you a smile. “well, we don’t want that. i’ll be on my best behavior from now on, i swear.”
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ghostbeam · 9 months
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I see your across the spiderverse post and going back to dabi posting to raise you
. . . Anomaly Dabi. . .
- 🍓
[ACROSS THE SPIDER VERSE SPOILERS]
HEY. HEY!!!!!!! Why would u say this to me…..my brain is gonna explode I can’t believe this. I need to draw it oh god can u imagine? If it was some case like miles where something happened to him because of something from a different universe (like miles’ spider)….
Even worse if it’s the reason he becomes a villain when he was always meant to become a hero…
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inkykeiji · 11 months
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No literally clari same like thats what touya-nii looks like in my head at all times lmao. Honestly thats how i picture all iterations of him like his fluffy hair, his height and build is smaller compared to his brothers and dad. His cheesy up to no good smile 🍓🍓
yes strawberrie baby yes!!!!!! me too!!! hehehe i was genuinely just talking to my best friend about his hair like a day or two ago and how i always picture him with those messy, fluffy tufts because as much as i love his hair in the manga, it literally defies physics and he'd need to use at least half a jar of gel on it a day to get it to look like that in real life, minimum.
and the smile is so sweet!!! like you know he has the fucking cutest shit eating grin ever; adorable and charming and mischievous all at once, his golden ticket, his master key to get out of any situation, any semblance of trouble or scolding, promises with that grin and a matching glint in his eye that he won’t do it again, he swears, pinky promise <3 and even though that sharp glimmer half-embedded and drowning in sapphire says otherwise, everyone believes him anyway, because he’s so alluring, almost enchanting in a way, full of mystic and mischief. everyone believes him, because they want to, irregardless of the fact that they know it'll hurt them eventually, stab them right in the back between the notches of their spines and twist, with touya laughing gleefully, melodic and ringing with notes of malice, as he does it <3
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lovepeachh · 1 month
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jason jacking off anon again (i would very much rather be 🍓anon if possible thank you)
But jason having you ride him and you’re in nothing but HIS leather jacket and yeah it’s hot but you know what’s hotter? You don’t even know you’re own engagement ring is in the pocket that he’s planning on proposing with the next day
Sorry for the long wait babes
Warnings: 18+ content, penetrative sex (p in v), riding, swearing, fem reader
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"Fuck, babydoll. You're so gorgeous." Jason grunts as he guides your hips up and down onto his length.
You're in his leather jacket, and nothing else. And good lord it is hot, he has to stop himself from cumming just from looking at you.
He can't help but moan at the sight of you bouncing up and down on his cock, watching as your tits bounce and your face twists up in pleasure.
He moves a hand up to play with them.
"You're so pretty, sweetheart."
"Jason!" you squeal as he toys with you, all while you bounce up and down on his cock. He gazes at your reactions like an idiot in love.
"So pretty f'me."
The jacket sticks to your sweat sticky skin, and seeing you in it triggers something a little possessive in him.
His jacket on his girl.
He wants to make you feel good, the way you make him feel. Not just physically, you've given him a home in your heart. A space where he doesn't have to be anything for anyone, he just has to be there, and you'll love him.
He doesn't need to be Robin. Or Red Hood.
He just needs to be Jason. And for you, Jason will always be enough.
"Jason- Jas- oh fuck!" you cry out in pleasure as your climax washes over you like a wave of unadulterated pleasure.
You slump against him, and something falls out of the pocket of the jacket.
"What is-"
"Shhh, don't worry about it, sweetheart." He shushes. He knows exactly what it is.
An engagement ring.
A ruby.
Red. His color. For his wife.
He'll show you when he's ready. When the moment is perfect.
The perfect beginning to the perfect forever.
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allfearstofallto · 1 month
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Okie so we've had childe meeting scara's wife, but what about scara meeting childe's wife for the first time? If not can we hear more about the first one?
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You are so right strawberry!! My dumbass really forgot that I could write the scenario going the other way!!
Scaramouche Meeting Childe's Wife
Yandere Childe! x reader x Yandere(?) Scaramouche
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After almost a year of Childe fawning over you, the look of disinterest his coworker gave you was rather refreshing. The man, only a head shorter than Childe and obviously much more frail looking, had a scowl that could kill. You wondered how long it took to get a look that aggressive, but somehow still elegant on his delicate features.
“And this is my lovely wife!” Childe said rather excitedly and the man merely rolled his eyes.
“It's very nice to meet you,” you muttered softly, he didn't have much in the way to say back. Despite the cold of Snezhnaya he was wearing a shirt that barely went down to his elbows, shorts, and sandals. The cold of Snezhnaya wasn't normal, it felt like the air was biting you. You couldn't even leave the house without a few good layers, yet here he was walking through it with ease, “You're not dressed well for the weather.”
Another glare was shot your way, his eyes colder than the snow, “Skip the pleasantries. I'm here because I have to be. Don't pretend you want to speak with me.”
You didn't even dare look at Childe after the man spoke. He was always so quick to anger, especially when it came to you. Childe had very few loyalties in his life, one of them being the Tsaritsa, the other being you. He often told you how easily he could and would turn on anyone else if needed be, and it seemed this coworker was going to be no different.
“Number six,” you could hear that he was forcing the words through gritted teeth, “Perhaps I wasn't clear when I told you that I love my wife more than anything in this world.”
“You were clear. But perhaps I didn't care,” the man was bold, you'd give him that. And despite how rude he was being he still walked further into the home, taking off the large ornate hat he was wearing and letting you finally see how beautiful his silky, indigo hair was.
Childe followed soon after and the two of them went to talk. You could already tell that he wasn't completely friendly with this coworker, out of the many you'd met. You knew more harbingers than the average person did in a lifetime, more than you wanted to as well, but this one was the first one you'd seen be blatantly disrespectful.
But as they sat and chatted amongst themselves about missions and quite honestly, things you didn't understand, your mind still thought about how underdressed the man was. There was no way Childe would let him stay overnight, not with the way he was acting and Snezhnaya only got colder when the sun was down. You didn't want to just send him out into the elements.
“Could you bring me a spare jacket, and maybe some snow pants and boots,” you asked a maid and she was quick to drop what she was doing to scurry off and find things for you. In less than thirty minutes, everything was handed to you, neatly folded.
The meeting only lasted two hours and both Childe and his co-worker were leaving the office. You wondered if he ever got sick of scowling so much. Or if he ever even showed interest in anything at all.
Childe was walking faster than usual, probably trying to quickly get the man out of the house, but you stopped him, holding up the clothes that you'd acquired. The way both men looked at you made your heart sink to your ass, your orange haired husband had so much fury in his eyes from your kindness to the other, but didn't stop you.
“It's…it’s just cold out there,” you muttered, hoping that Childe would understand your explanation. He allowed the other man to take the clothes, a gentle smirk on his face.
Throughout the whole day, you'd never seen him with anything but his usual frown, you weren't even aware that he could smile, “Such thoughtfulness. I see why number eleven is interested in you,”
The door to the home was opened and the man ushered out. He was still holding the items you'd given him, not wearing them, but you didn't want to tell him to stop. Not while Ajax was looking at you so angrily. You didn't want to cause even more misunderstandings.
“Scaramouche,” he said while still walking out the door. You must've made a noise of confusion because he elaborated, “I'm called Scaramouche. And I'll see you soon.”
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princessbrunette · 1 month
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peeked at your second acc n stepbro!jj is so the type that you two are watchin a movie while your parents are out of town n he starts rubbin your pussy through your little panties cos he's just 'admiring' - 🍓
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you loved quiet moments with your step-brother, domestic bliss as you pretend the house belongs to just the two of you— parents away for the weekend.
you lean against his warmth on the couch, the two of you watching one of the weird old shitty horror movies with terrible CGI about cannibals that he’s always making references to. he continually talks throughout the viewing, pointing to this screen, but your eyes fall on his bracelets and you bring his hand back down to where it rested on your stomach, playing with them.
“intestines should not look like that dude.” he speaks to the tv absentmindedly and you wrinkle your nose, not too interested in the movie.
“how’d you know?” you ask quietly.
“uh, seen some weird shit on reddit.” he blinks, doing a double take when your baggy sleep shirt rides up, now revealing the pair of cotton panties that had been hiding beneath. you feel him looking at you turn your head innocently to smile at him, before swivelling back to between your legs.
“oh, these are new. aren’t they cute?” you chirp softly and his hand hovers in the air for a moment before sliding hesitantly downwards.
“yea—” he clears his throat trying to sound casual despite his heartrate picking up and the obsession kicking in. he did not care about the movie anymore. “yeah. real — uh, real cute, sweetie. what, s’that a bow?” he uses his curiosity as an excuse to pluck at the ribbon at the top of the panties, his grip on it tugging the material up to wedge between your folds, creating a clear camel toe.
you bite your lip shyly in acknowledgment and his eyes flutter, dick stiffening in his shorts. he glances at you, licking over his lips— and he decides it’s going down tonight, he’s refrained for too long. “bet they’re like… super soft too, right?” he slides his fingers gently over the length of the panties, over where your clit lays and across the folds. your legs fall open and a shaky breath leaves you, but he’s having too much fun pretending he’s admiring the garment to stop.
“how much were these? look pretty good quality to me like… this is that fancy shit huh?” his finger teases along the waistband and you try and gather your thoughts, already feeling a wet patch starting to form where your hole is. as if he senses this, his middle finger starts to creep towards it.
“uh— don’t— don’t remember, was on sale. maybe like 20 dollars.” you shudder and he nods, feigning interest.
“damn, still a little pricey in my broke ass opinion… but i guess this crown jewel deserves only the best…” his thumb slides over your covered clit in reference and you pant, holding back a mewl as he digs his middle finger into your wet patch, stuffing the material into your hole slightly. you brave turning your head to look at him, gazing up at him with doe-like, blown out pupils.
“jayj… are you really that interested in my underwear?” there’s a tinge of innocence to your voice, like you truly believe there might be a chance he’s not messing with you. he huffs a chuckle out his nose as he smirks down at you.
“nah… you caught me…” his hand slides upwards, before his fingertips breach the waistband and he starts to push his hand inside the fabric. “guess i kind of just wanted an excuse t’play with this pretty pussy…” his fingers freeze above your clit, and he brings his mouth down to your ear. “you wont tell on me, right sugar?”
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iicarused · 2 months
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omg your ex!vox x reader is literally my Roman Empire,, BUT what if the roles between tv guy and deer man were switched??
Something like the reader, in the seven years where alastor disappeard, thought that he was gone forever and decided to start a new life, and relationship, with vox.
They were totally happy together, but when alastor came back to hell things started to get complicated :(
Anyways I apology again if my english is bad and I wish you a wonderfull day !!! ♡ ♡
- 🍓 anon
the possibilities of alastors return was thin, especially since he left without a goodbye or explanation. there was nothing left for you to even track him or get a clue of what he has decided to do. one day he had his hands on your waist, spinning you around his radio stations floor, faint music of frank sinatra playing while you waltzed the night away. the next? he was just… gone.
you became a wreck, a shell of what you once were right after. questions you dared to pray and left unanswered, it took you a lot of time to finally let go. you dealt with many heartaches back in your day, but not as wrenching as this one. it was a slow process, but you found yourself building a different life that was contrasted from your last: erasing any memory that alastor played a part in.
you scrubbed at your skin until it burned, you but at your lips until they bled, it was the whole idea of erasing anything alastor touched and that included yourself. you don’t know when you started talking with vox — a year or so after alastors departure — nor do you know why you started talking. it started off as friendly chatter while you both circled a pool table in a bar, gambling with each other until it closed.
chatter in the bar eventually turned into chatter on the streets, enjoying the company of what you both had to offer. suddenly you were one of velvette models, and now you had every right to sit in vox’s office whenever you were on break. it was during these years valentino never liked you — something about stealing his toy or whatever. while you still mourned the lover you had before, something about vox made you forget it all.
maybe it was the way he gazed at you; soft and longing.
maybe it was his touch; gentle and intentional.
or everything about him from how he spoke to you and how he spoke about you. he was not alastor, but he was something much more than you could have ever wanted. you both found comfort in each other in dire times of exterminations, and maybe found each others souls in the process. he read you like a book, his fingers delicately tracing the crevices of your skin. he loved you.
while life started to go up, suddenly valentino came in with information that made the world stop.
“what do you mean alastors back?” your voice was like silk, so gentle that a thread could tear it.
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withleeknow · 2 months
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On his clingy days, which are quite rare, Minho will snuggle up against your back like a koala whilst you cook or clean. As you wander around the house like two linked penguins, his head will be resting on your shoulder and his arms are wrapped around your waist.
i may or may not be in #softleeknowhrs rn
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clingy mimo 😭
you're right, those would be rare days indeed. so when they do happen, it makes it even more special.
physical touch as his secondary love language goes crazy. it would start off with lingering touches while you're still in bed together, him not willing to let you get up and go about your day just yet. then he thinks oh? he can just spend your day with you. that's when he starts latching onto your body wherever you go - when you brush your teeth and wash your face, when you do your morning skincare, when you take care of the chores that you left until today.
he'd let you go when it's time to make breakfast though. but, since he's the chef, he would wrap your arms around his own waist from behind, making you back hug him as he cooks for the both of you. you look like a couple of dumbasses maneuvering the kitchen, bumping into counters, knocking things over, but he still wouldn't let you let go of him :(
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spenciss · 2 years
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write more spencer fics you’re amazing 🤞
thank you! i do have another spence fic lined up + an emily prentiss fic! i’m just drowning in school and work and haven’t had the time LOL
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hanasnx · 2 months
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brucie and his 19 year old girlfriend who he flaunts around Gotham like it’s no big deal. he takes her everywhere and anywhere there will be press. everyone is so shocked and they don’t even know what to say. especially the kids. dick and jason are (high key) jealous of it… -🍓
PART ONE ✩ PART TWO MINORS DNI 18+
BRUCE WAYNE has been keeping you around to garner attention around himself and off of his dealings as the Batman. You were the perfect candidate given your social influence, your popularity, and it helped you were easy on the eyes. If Bruce Wayne was the center of controversy for dating someone half his age, Batman could keep a lookout on Penguin’s latest caches without distractions like the Cobblepots releasing a statement that Batman is wrongfully investigating a man based on appearance. Prejudice doesn’t make the news, but an age gap does.
You practically float off the floor when Bruce is around, whether it be an arm around your waist; leading you or twirling you like a dance with music he hums; sweeping you off your feet, easily up over his head. It becomes clear why he’s so dangerous, he’s such a charmer. Somehow he has romance dialed in, and you fell for someone so put-together. You love going everywhere with him, and when a fan asks for a picture, he’s the first to hug you from behind and curl his huge body around you, cheek-to-cheek with his chin over your shoulder. He’s so shamelessly touchy. It gets to a point where he likes when you scold him with a pat. Hitting his sturdy bicep when he tugs the neckline of your dress to him for a peek at your tits, and all he does is growl at you playfully, like you’re asking for it later.
To be honest, you are. Yet, Bruce won’t get it to you. He dangles it over your head in public, but alone he makes up some excuse and calls his butler to drive you home.
One time when you’ve been invited to the Manor, it was so you could get ready and drive to a gala with Bruce. Arriving together is a big statement, and you’re excited, but in a much realer sense there’s a tickle of dread in your stomach. Bruce told you to make yourself comfortable and wait for him, he’s terribly sorry that he has to attend to something first and if he’d had it his way a lady wouldn’t wait on a gentleman. You’ve already fantasized this might be it, he’s finally going to ask you. Sitting on this chaise in front of a fire you clench your legs together at the reminder. Perhaps he’s getting ready so he’ll finally sleep with you. Briefly, you imagine what the paparazzi would bark at you if you arrived to the gala with sex hair. It brings a smile to your face.
Just in case, you had outfitted yourself with a tasteful nightgown underneath your clothes, and you decide now is the time to enact it. Shimmying off your garments, you then arrange yourself seductively on the chaise. Bruce’ll be here any minute, and he always acts so insatiable in public. Maybe if you surprise him, he won’t be able to steel himself. Your fingers play with the hem, already short but your ride it up even more, and trace circles onto your bare hip. You’ve felt his hands on your hips when you wore a stringy little bikini for him on his yacht, and those callused hands had pulled you right down on his lap to stick his tongue in your mouth. You can still taste it, closing your eyes to revisualize it. He was so big underneath you—
“… and this is a one time thing, understand? My debt is paid.”
“Don’t worry, birdboy, I won’t tell your old man—“
Voices come into focus, alerting you as the door opens and not one but two people come in. Two people you do not recognize. Without thinking it through, you stand to conceal your seductive pose meant for someone else, and everything else slips your mind.
Two men. Boyish. Both with black hair that’s grown out, and one of them with a white stripe sprouting from the front of his hairline.
“Oh,” DICK GRAYSON says. He’s no stranger to walking in on something he shouldn’t see. “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”
“Nice outfit.” JASON TODD adds, and you can tell he’s making fun of you. Your cheeks grow red hot, and you scramble for something to cover yourself up. A thin throw blanket folded over the back of the chaise is hastily straightened out to cover yourself.
Wary he might cause you grief, Dick points to a bookshelf behind you. “We just have to… get something.” He waits for something, and you realize he wants you to reply. You nod, hoping to just end this as soon as possible.
The blanket covers most, but a lot of your thigh is exposed. You try to turn with them as you they pass you, but Jason cranes his neck to catch a glance of your ass. The undersides of it hang out of your tiny nightgown. An indignant crease in your brow forms, and you make an obvious move to yank the blanket over your ass, turning it away from him. Dick keeps going, Jason hangs behind. “What’re you doing here, missy? You look a little young.” Condescension. The last thing you need right now is a conversation.
“Yeah, are you looking for someone?” Dick asks over his shoulder, more polite than his companion as he searches the spines of books with a finger.
You hesitate to say anything, you don’t know these people. “I’m waiting on someone.” A tremble shivers through you, the back of you cold from being away from the fire, and your nerves didn’t help.
“You’re not a hooker, are you?” Jason’s blunt nature shines through in his question, not that he’s intrigued or judgmental, just curious.
Your first instinct is to be offended he’d say something like that to a lady, frowning at him with a scoff. “What? No! And—!” It dawns on you that you shouldn’t put down sex work, you’re overreacting. So you wiggle your shoulders and stick your nose in the air, prissing up your attitude. “It wouldn’t matter if I was.” you say, quieter this time.
“Sure, it does. I’ve got cash on me.” Jason replies, only to get that cute offended look back on your face.
“Jason, shut up. She doesn’t know you’re trying to get under her skin.” Dick plucks out the book, and flips through it. He joins you and Jason, and you take a wary step back. He doesn’t notice, snapping the book shut and handing it off to Jason. Those blue eyes are back on you again, and you swear you see him give you a quick once-over. “Whoever you’re waiting on is a lucky guy.” he says, and by his tone you’re unsure if it’s a genuine flirt. When he smiles, dimples define, and for a brief second you’re weak in the knees.
A third voice pipes up, deeper than them both. “She’s with me.” Bruce says, walking in as he adjusts his cuff links. “Jason, always a pleasure to find you sneaking around my house.”
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straykeedz · 3 months
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🍓(pillow humper lix)
writing this rn to come back to it when i finish my work as a motivation >:)
so, regarding the felix pillow humper agenda. It was kinda obvious. I thought we all already know.
I can imagine him sleeping naked with his legs wrapped around a body pillow because that's the comfiest sleeping position,
and when he has a wet dream about you? he's unconsciously thrusting against his silky pillow, rutting his throbbing dick mindlessly against the fabric, with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth slighty agape. When he feels the orgasm approaching he's mercilessly fucking the pillow, breathless, wrapping his arms and legs around the pillow even tighter. (because, he has a habit of holding you tight when you feel too good. So now, it's his instinctive habit 🥹) he isn't thinking any of this, it's just how his helpless roused body reacts :(
And he will let out the sweetest melodious moan while cumming all over the pillow, some of it getting on himself. That's when he realises he was dreaming, and wakes up feeling the hints of wetness on his body. He finds you beside him in bed, watching him closely. His cheeks take a red tint from embarrassment immediately, realising you've been watching him sleep-hump the entire time..... poor baby is too embarassed to let out a word. His words choke up in his throat..
oh no! how cute right?
🍓, please don’t ever stop sending me your thoughts!!!
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especially when he’s on tour, he misses your warm body next to his when he sleeps. it’s not his fault, he just loves cuddles! 🤧 and he’s so used to wrapping his own limbs around you, you know? so it only makes sense that he sleeps with a pillow when he’s away. it helps for when he’s missing you particularly bad, but with time, he got accustomed to sleeping with a body pillow - it’s just so comfortable, and helps with his back pain.
and it may or may not have happened (it has happened) that he humped said pillow while he was sleeping. maybe two. okay, three. fine, it was six, but don’t tell anyone. in his defense, he was unconscious when it happened - it’s not like he can control his wet dreams, right? especially when he hasn’t seen you in months and just craves your body so bad and everything turns him on apparently. literally anything.
and he got so used to sleeping with his body pillow that even when you're right next to him he still needs it, you know? 😤 so, the next time he humps the poor pillow, it happens when he's right beside you, asleep once again and totally unaware of the fact that you're watching him.
his small, delicate fingers grip the soft fabric of the pillow - then, he throws a leg over it. at first, he's barely fucking it. his thrusts are so slow, they're not even proper thrusts - just brushing his cockhead against the soft fabric that smells just like his softener.
and oh, the sweetest moan falls from his lips when he finally starts thrusting properly, gripping the pillow tighter. he's dreaming of you, of course - he only dreams of you. of how you look under him, of how you sound, of your sweet moans and soft whimpers that drive him absolutely crazy.
he lets out the sweetest, muffled moan as he cums all over the pillow and on his stomach while he buries his face in the pillow, his whole body trembling as he pants. that's when he wakes up. that's when he realizes that yes, he was having a dirty dream, but the warm, wet sensation on his belly is very real.
he sits up on his bed and still hasn’t fully processed what’s going on when he notices you. right next to him. on the bed. and that’s when he realizes - you’ve been watching him entire time.
and you’re so right, his cheeks would flush red in record time and he’d be too embarrassed to say a word. his big, brown boba eyes would widen and he’d just lower his gaze to his hands as he fidgets with his rings, you know? but he’s so damn thankful you’re his partner, because you’d never make him feel bad for this, nor laugh at him.
in fact, all you do is simply straddle him - your thighs at each side of his body as you lift his head to look at his beautiful face. “i’m hoping you were dreaming of me?” you whisper on his lips.
you’re so right, 🍓, the cutest.
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ghostbeam · 9 months
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Not me coming here instantly.
Who would Tomura or Tamaki Amajiki be in a horror movie 👀
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Omg omg omg okay I gotta give tomura the killer because like oh my goddddd he’d be so good as a slasher he’d be so fucking creepy and weird and ajsjsjjsjsjdjd GOD!!!! Okay but also like can see him in a mastermind type of role I mean that’s still in the same vein as a killer but like jigsaw vibes u know….ajsjsjsksjksj yeah<3
As for tamaki hmmmmmm he’s difficult bc on the Surface u just think he wouldn’t survive but like he can really hold his own!!!! I gotta put him into the role of the best friend like someone close to the final girl or hero of the movie he makes it really far, probably gets really injured but has been really smart about things the whole time. I think it could go either way depending on the film whether he lives or dies
Send me ur fav and I’ll tell u which character they’d be in a horror film
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inkykeiji · 10 months
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ngl but that lifeguard touya piece uhhhh really got me like 🤤 lmao cause its so him, scummy rich boy, with a rich ass father, he gets to do WHATEVER he wants whenever to whoever!! especially poor helpless lil ones getting washed up on shore 🍓
right!? it fits him SO well and i had such a fun time writing that lil piece n coming up with him!! tbh meeeee toooooo i’m kinda head over heels for him HAHA i was on my run daydreaming about him today and i was thinking to myself oh my god, is he about to become a new iteration?????? ehehehe (*/ω\*)
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heelvsted · 3 months
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okay but imagine experienced boyfie!hyung line w a virgin!reader.. LIKE OMGGG IMAGINE HOW GENTLE THEYD BE AHHH 🫣🫣
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the most purest form of making love is this cuz i see jay being really considerate and he doesn't even rush it. Altho its been a year,he would still be that shy and soft jeongseong to you,even more shy when you tell him that you wanted him too fuck you but he would call it making love. so slow,so passionate when it's finally time to penetrate your hole,assuring you and rubbing your cheek saying that you were doing so well taking him inch by inch,till he's completely inside of you. Would litter open mouthed kisses all over your collarbones and breast as he sloppily works his and your way to climax.
heeseung would kiss you and appreciate you thru the whole thing. But never would stop gawking at how you were leaking on his cock down there. His hands would rub up and down your sides as his eyes gaze over the connection between your legs. Your thighs shook each time he plunged in you,he says he's trying hard to not fuck you right into the sheets,voice shaky as he feels your walls clench tight around his now soaked cock. He couldve just cummed right there. You were being so good to him,even at this slow pace,you managed to make him cum harder than ever,and he wants to reward you for it.
JAKE WHEN I CATCH U JAKE-why would he hide his urges from u?why would he bother using a fleshlight when you are literally there,existing,always giving him a hard on whenever you would bend down,whenever you would sit on his lap only to shuffle on ur spot not knowing what you're causing. why would he not listen to you and fuck you how you want for your first time. "you can use me however you want after you fuck me how i want" and that honestly-your words didn't match your actions as you were already there,hands locked with his,as he lazily rolls his hips into yours,reaching the very depth he had ever wanted to discover,fucking you how you wanted,slow and hard. You being a virgin always aroused him and now that you were under him,ready to take whatever he wants to give,he lost it.
The way you would be bold enough to drop hints abt it,placing lingering kisses on sunghoons neck and a bit below,you would immediately back away being all shy and red the moment his hands come in contact with your skin,making your breathing fall uneasy. he would kiss your neck with the same intensity as you,and smirk when you try to change the topic. he knows you're just shy enough but never not willing. he only watches as you poorly fuck yourself on his cock,pushing your hips back even faster when he lands a light slap on your rearcheeks. it only takes a single 'i can't anymore-s-sore-....my legs-" for him to rest your back flat on the couch,taking over for you. "doesn't look like you're a virgin,hole's taking me in like a slut"
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schlattsdoll · 6 months
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schlatt the kinda guy to let u sit on his lap to do his make up then get a boner 🤷‍♀️
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minors dni
schlatt wanting you to do his makeup for a stream, appealing to his female audience. "this would be a lot easier if you let me shave the chops bubbas." you joked with him, pulling out a razor. "hell no, only my barber can touch these." he stroked them, the pointed to his lap and pulled you down so you could sit. "so you're eye level short stuff."
he thought he was fine with you sitting there, but he underestimated exactly how much wiggling you would be doing. moving up to do his eyebrows, back down to check if they were even, bouncing back to do his eyeshadow and scooting to see if the wings were sisters or twins.
his mind drifted briefly to last night's activities, that started somewhat similarly; you sitting in his lap excitedly bouncing as you watched a movie. he shook himself out of his daydream, hearing the tts say something about how cute you were. "she's all mine, ain't she just the cutest?"
you finished up your handiwork, bouncing again in excitement. "doesn't jay look so pretty?"
he ended the stream soon after and washed his face with the clothe you handed him. "why'd we stop? i was having fun!" "we stopped, princess, because of all your wiggling an' bouncin'. now we got a problem." he thrusted his hips into yours and you giggled. " i can help with that..."
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princessbrunette · 1 month
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thinkin ab the two of you gettin in an argument, no doubt cause you're throwin another princess fit so you flippantly say smth like 'ok rafael' and shrug to walk off cos you know it'll get you the fucking you want!!! - 🍓
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it was said with the intention of getting under his skin, because he’d been getting under yours all day.
“well you spent all day at golf, am i not allowed to miss you now?” you stomp around, huffing and puffing as your pink cheeked boyfriend follows you through the house tiredly, not in the mood for your shenanigans.
“jeeesu— you — you know i never said that shit. don’t… put words in my mouth.” he argues, face screwed up with irritation.
“well i won’t be putting anything in my mouth tonight seeing as you wanna be so mean to me.” you sulk, going to shut the door in his face but he stops it quickly with his hand.
“yeah we’ll see about that. can’t fuckin’ help yourself so your threats really don’t hold any weight.” he’s petty and sassy now, striding past you making your lips press together with bubbling rage, unsure of how to win the argument.
“whatever rafael.” you snap, and he instantly spins around, brows furrowed. he barks out a pissed off laugh before launching at you, grabbing your wrist when you go to turn away. “no dont — what did you say? repeat that.” he’s smirking, clearly amused by your word choice.
you choose wisely, knowing this may get you in more trouble than it’s worth and shake your head, backing down.
“yeah.” he nods in approval at this choice and you roll your eyes. “hey roll your eyes at me one more time and i’ll slap them out your fuckin’ head, alright?” he emphasises before letting go of your wrist, stepping aside. “now get the hell upstairs n’go… take a nap. i’ll be with you soon. don’t wanna hear any more attitude today. understand me?”
you nod, and he sends you on your merry way.
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