Mu Qing is putting on a heavy earring, sitting in front of the mirror, when he hears the sound of a door opening. He smiles, knowing exactly what person is able to bypass all of his palace's guards and magical seal.
"I brought you a gift," a low, purring voice confirms his guess.
The god finishes fancying himself and turns around to face the intruder. "Are you trying to buy me, Luo Binghe?" he teases, but the smile leaves his face as soon as his gaze falls on the item in the demon's hands.
Over the man's arm is slung a heavy upper robe. The yellow fabric, no doubt of the finest quality, shimmers in the dim candlelight, and the skillful embroidery on the sleeves is eye-catching. This is not just a beautiful piece; oh no, it was made for someone worthy, a member of the Imperial family. This luxury was familiar to him, he had touched it, a sweetly bitter memory, the brocade of royal attire beneath his fingers.
Mu Qing swallows. "I can't take it," he says, and turns back to the mirror, hiding paled face in hands, refusing to look any longer.
Luo Binghe shifts closer to stand behind him. He puts a heavy hand with black claws on his shoulder, "Why so? You don't like it?"
"N-no! It's beautiful... But I can't wear it, it's inappropriate, a servant-" He stops. The hand squeezes his shoulder. It keeps stroking his arm to comfort him, and finally, Mu Qing is lifting his gaze hesitantly. Luo Binghe lowers himself and finds god's eyes in the mirror. "You were one once", he speaks right into his ear, breath hot, "but for the past 800 years, you've been a god. And the godhood really suits you". Mu Qing is trembling slightly. "Right," he says under his breath.
Binghe's lips stretch into a smile. "Now will you let me dress you up, my Lord?"
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nandor. the perfect partner. yes u.u - totally not nandor.
Describe what you think my muse's ideal partner would be. ( accepting !! )
"The perfect partner? Hm, I am not sure. He's a funny guy, with a big ego." Emphasized heavily on the word: Big. As if it was an innuendo of sorts. "If only the fella was here. It's a shame, really. I'd like to see him, face to face, while I contemplate on him being perhaps the perfect partner. I do prefer something a bit more physical when it comes to the thought process of it all, you know?"
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more cam cameron smut pleaseeee he makes my heart and 🐱 throb
BRO DO U HAVE NO SHAMEEEEE GUYSSSSS 😭😭😭😭😭😭
Black Lace Panties
Cam Cameron x fem! Reader
synopsis: cam cameron going down on you after not being able to get you and your beauty off his mind all night. he goes crazy when he sees you in his favorite underwear
warnings: 18+, smut, oral, fem! receiving, swearing, dirty talk, pet names, dom! cam
word count: 724
a/n: honestly haven’t been in the mood to write for a while but i’m back, just don't know how much i’ll be writing or how often i’ll be uploading. was on ft with my friend while writing, she had to suffer
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His hands were on your hips and your arms were wrapped around his neck. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, his eyes glistening in the light.
Your boyfriend, Cam, had a fascination when it came to you dolling yourself up and wearing dresses and heels. Tonight, the two of you were at a party and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
“Oh yeah?” you cooed back, tilting your head to the side.
“Babe. I’ve been wanting to tear this dress off of you all fucking night,” he said. You giggled before latching your lips to his. Your lips passionately meshed with his slowly, at a romantic pace you both were comfortable with.
His tongue slipped between your lips and danced with yours, small moans slipped from your lips due to this. He pulled away slowly, leaving a trail of saliva between you before breaking apart. He then connected his wet lips to your neck.
“Fuck,” you whispered. Your eyes fluttered shut as you sank into his touch. He then pushed you against the wall behind you, his body then pressed against yours. You could feel on your waist his erection strained against his khaki shirts.
He nibbled at your soft skin, marking you up like you were his property. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” He moved his hands down to your lower thigh. You shuddered at the sudden contact of his cold palms against your warm, aroused skin.
He slid his hands underneath your dress and up to the sides of your stomach, leaving you partially exposed to him. He then glanced down at your laced underwear. “Well,” he cooed. “What do we have here? You know those panties drive me wild.”
They were in fact his favorite pair of underwear you owned. A pair of black lace panties that shaped your curves. “I do,” you giggle. “That's why I wore them.”
“Fuck, baby.” He then kissed your lips for a brief moment before getting onto his knees. He pulled down your panties and you stepped out of them before kicking them to the side next to your heels that you took off earlier.
He glanced up at you with desire and hunger in his eyes. “You’re already wet, princess.” He then grabbed onto your thighs to stabilize you before giving your folds a long, warm streak with his tongue.
You shuddered once again, a few shocks sparking through your body. He then lapped his tongue around your clit, tasting as much of you as possible. “Fuck,” you gasped. Your fingers grasped onto his dark curls, pulling his head closer between your legs.
He placed his lips around your clit and sucked gently, the sound of his mouth filling the room. Quiet moans fell from your lips as you rested your head back against the wall.
His tongue then moved lower down near your dripping cunt, his nose now pressing against your clit. You whined, the pleasure coursing through your body in a way you couldn’t comprehend nor control. Your thighs jolted, but his strong hands kept you secure.
You drew in your bottom lip and bit on it to fight back any loud moans that begged to escape. He then pulled away and looked up at you. “No baby. I want to hear you. It lets me know that I’m doing you right.”
Flustered, you obliged to his request. You nodded your head and watched as he smiled with satisfaction. He then went back to pleasuring you. He licked between your folds once again, causing your body to shudder again.
“Fuck,” you whimpered louder than before. He tightened his grip on your thighs as you grew closer to your peak. The walls in the room around you began to spin as you felt your head grow suddenly hazy.
You let out loud whimpers as your breaths fastened and hitched. You squeezed your eyes shut as you let out a loud moan, a wave of pleasure washing out of you. Your previously tensed muscles relaxed as your arching back rested against the wall.
You looked down at Cam as he pulled his face away from between your legs. His face was now covered in your juices and he had a simple yet wide grin spread on his face. “You taste so fucking good. You always do.”
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Todoroki Sibling Groupchat:
Dabi: Hey, can someone bring me some chips?
Fuyumi: GET THEM YOURSELF
Dabi: I can’t! Hawks is in the kitchen.
Shoto: Are you being homophobic rn??? In front of my groupchat???
Fuyumi: He’s discriminating against Dad’s bf. SHAMEEEEE
Dabi: Omg shut up
Dabi: It’s just awkward bc I tried to murder him that one time!
Shoto: Trying to murder Dad’s bf sounds kinda homophobic ngl
Dabi: So no chips?
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Monster F-er Anon
Looks like the Lesbians didn’t win your poll, though I don’t blame them, everyone wants to meet the new Daddy DILF 😂😭
I AM MAD AT THE LESBIANS. SHAME ON THEM. SHAMEEEEE
But ya, I’m working on the daddy dilf fic
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