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princessbrunette · 3 months

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Mid argument with rafe and you tell him “Fine, i don’t care anyway, cause you’re not invited to my birthday party.” even though he’s literally funding the whole thing, and he’s just like “i really don’t give a fuck.” and now you’re crying cs wdym you don’t care about my birthday party ?!?? - 🍄

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🐼🎀˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.

you’re hot, overstimulated, pissed off — there’s clothes all over your bedroom floor as you rifle through them — looking for that one specific top and rafe has the audacity to just stand there, being so rude and then checking his phone mid argument whilst you talk to him.

“sorry was i meant to ignore the text from my dad just to stand here n’listen to you whining?” he drawls, gum smacking as he chews— fingers typing away at his screen. you sigh, heat rising in your chest from your own anger.

“you’re just being so mean and so unhelpful!” you yell, half turning around to look at him.

“so mean and so unhelpful!” he whisper yells mockingly albeit distractedly, fingers still not quitting their incessant typing. his attention is finally regained when a balled up pair of socks just miss him from your poor throw. he snorts, glancing up at you. “oh we’re throwing shit now? okay.” he nods in faux understanding, lips turned down.

you scramble to your feet, panting — clearly enraged. your brain rifled for the most hurtful thing you could think of in that moment, to try and get a reaction.

“you’re not coming to my birthday party anymore!” you explode, eyes wide and fists clenched at his sides. he stares blankly at you for a moment, still chewing but he doesn’t even seem fully there, brain somewhere else.

“the… the party that i’m paying for?” he raises his eyebrows.

“you’re not. coming. uninvited.” you spit, begging for some kind of emotional reaction. the final straw is when he continues to type, shrugging a shoulder.

“yeah uh, i think i’ll survive.”

devastated, you burst into tears. he really seemed to not care for your outburst — and the one time rafe wasn’t having an emotional reaction was the time you were trying to press for one. you were disappointed in yourself, but over everything just tired and overwhelmed. surprisingly, you hear him sigh and he steps through the mess of clothes scattered around you in piles.

“jesus.” he mutters before squatting down to your side. “hey, what— what is this? what are you crying for huh?” he dips his head, trying to catch your eye.

“you’re mean! and you don’t even care about my birthday party.” you sniffle into your hands, undoubtably a snotty mess. he presses his lips together, shuffling to a more comfortable spot before pulling you against his side.

“i do… i do. just figured i’d let you have your little tantrum. not tryna be the bad guy here, a’ight?” he exasperated, finally catching side of your damp cheek and wiping at it lazily with his thumb. “you don’t need to be doin’ any of this shit right now.” he gestures around you. “what you need, is to go lie down n’have a nap. you’re tired.”

“what i need is for you to be nice to me for once.” you sulk, sparing him a glance through wet spiky eyelashes.

“i’m being nice… okay? i’ll — i’ll come with you. just… chill. yeah?” he gives you a friendly little jostle with his hand on your waist and you sniff, not totally hating the idea of a nap with rafe. “alright. c’mon.” he stands up, and pulls you up by the hand before instantly lifting you beneath your arms to carry you on his hip. “s’like looking after a toddler sometimes. jesus.”

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🐼🎀˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.

#🍄 anon #rafe cameron prompt

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rafeysdoll · 23 days

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spanking with rafe ? 🍄

warning: dad calling , reader is consensual to the spanks ofc <3

you squeal, kicking up your feet as you whine, glossy tears running off onto the mattress. the ache in your butt spreading like wildfire, wetness collecting through your puffy folds. “rafe,” you cry, jumping and twitching in his lap at his firm hand, each spank sure to leave a mark. a temporary memory of your boyfriend’s punishment. “nah, dont be crying for dad now, you asked for this shit.” he grits, hand meeting against the globe of your ass.

“told- told you to just talk to me, and you didnt listen to me. wanted to act like you knew better than me. fucking warned you that you'd get this.” he reprimands, your eyes closed tightly as your throat starts to burn slightly with all your whining, your loud cries echoing around his large room. “shut.. shut it. should be glad i didn’t use the belt on you, want the whole world to hear you?” he pushes, pinching your thigh lightly — a small squeak passing your lips as if you were a chew toy.

“im sorry daddy, sorry,” you muffle, nodding along to his every word. you were so desperate for his approval it blinded all things, wanting nothing more than to be back on his good girl list. and of course, that twisted part of you enjoyed this, craved it even.

“i know, i know you are baby,” he shifts, voice drawing closer to softness — contradicting with the way he lands another spank to your ass. “but sorry doesn’t cut it, should know that already. best you can do now is keep taking it,” he finishes, caressing your ass before flipping you around on your back, spreading your legs apart.

he bites his lip and shakes his head in faux disapproval, snickering quietly. “see, you wanna play crybaby and yet look how wet you are.” he shames, middle finger harshly running along your folds as you pout.

you think it’s over, his punishing hand, but when he pulls away his finger and proceeds to place a slap against your pussy you realize you were mistaken. “owww!” you whimper, more tears streaming down in frustration. it was infuriating, the pathetic feeling of arousal still building up inside you.

“shhh, you gonna finish your punishment like this, alright?” rafe taunts, looking up to see your teary face biting your lip to hold back a cheeky smile. “'kay..” you mewl.

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selfshipuserbox · 24 days

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"This user's F/Os hates proshippers!" userbox, requested by 🍄 anon

#self ship #userbox #selfship #🍄 anon

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misc-obeyme · 13 days

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Welp that Lucy punishment you wrote the other day was delicious,

Mind doing a drabble about it? Pretty please

Thinking about drawing it, can use higher visuals

🍄 sending water your way

You guys and the water, I'm getting flooded lol!

And yes, I can do a drabble based on that post! I had to go read it again, but here it is for anyone who missed it!

Due to the listing of different ideas and scenarios that I had in my answer, I just chose my favorite one and went with that. Hopefully it turned out okay!

GN!MC x Lucifer

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: dom!Lucifer, sub!MC, blindfold, edging, fingering, use of some pet names (darling, dearest)

The silky fabric of Lucifer’s tie was cool against your skin, the careful knot he had made behind your head just tight enough to prevent it from slipping. You kept your eyes open; the makeshift blindfold added a deep dark red to the field of black that filled your vision.

Moments ago, you sat across the desk from Lucifer, confessing to your wrongdoing. You watched him frown, remove his coat, his tie, roll up his sleeves. When he patted his lap, you obediently came over to sit on it, knowing you couldn’t get out of this situation even if you tried. Even if you wanted to.

Now you were sitting with your back against Lucifer’s chest, the blindfold snugly in place. Your legs were spread wide, hooked over Lucifer’s knees. You felt one hand on your waist and another one on your shoulder. His breathing tickled your ear.

You felt his hands remove themselves from your body and you squirmed. Not just because you missed his touch but because you couldn’t see what he was doing with them.

It was evident that Lucifer had been removing his gloves when you felt the skin of his fingers against your stomach. He was moving your uniform, opening your clothing to allow himself access.

You gasped lightly as the palm of his hand pressed against your waist and he pushed it beneath the waistband of your uniform. His fingers slid expertly over the part of you that was pulsing hard with your own heartbeat.

"Hmm," he hummed in your ear. He pressed a kiss to your neck. "You are so exquisite when you're like this, my darling. No one can hear you here, so do not hold back."

You moaned, arching your back against him as he teased you. His ministrations felt so good, you were sure you would come on his hand in moments-

And then he pulled his touch away and you whined in response.

Lucifer chuckled against you. "Ah, but I can't allow you to come so easily, can I? This is a punishment, after all."

You sucked in a breath. "Please," you said.

Lucifer tutted. "Begging? You needn't do that, dearest one. We've only just started."

Lucifer continued, touching you until you were at the edge, then stopping abruptly. You found yourself holding onto him, your hands digging into the skin of his exposed arms. Your head was thrown back against his shoulder, your legs shaking against his. You could feel his hard cock behind you, pressing into your back. He was relishing every moment he spent with his fingers coaxing whimpers out of you.

When Lucifer finally allowed you to come, you found you were grateful for the blindfold. His tie caught the tears that fell from the overwhelming sensations running through your body. You couldn't see him, you couldn't see the room, all you were experiencing was his fingers and the universe twisting around on itself. The only thing that could come out of your mouth was his name.

You couldn't even remember what you had done that had caused this. When you asked him later, in the quiet safety of his bed, Lucifer couldn't remember, either. You indicated that this was a shame because it meant you couldn't make that particular transgression again. Lucifer only laughed and assured you that he could find other reasons to "punish" you if need be.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#mostly I find Lucifer to be quite funny #I gotta write some sub Lucifer someday #I think it'd heal me lol #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #om lucifer #om lucifer x reader #obey me!#obey me smut #obey me fanfic #obey me x reader #x reader #request #misc naughty times #🍄 anon #misc writes

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poppy-metal · 5 months

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🍄 poppy poppy poppy, cockwarming jordan during a group movie night but only cate shows up, cate who for some reason decided to sit on the other side of you but we all know why, she's currently whispering filth into your ear about how well your hungry pussy is taking them in.

cate always feeds into jordans sadistic streak - both of them together with you between always spells danger for you. the flame of humiliation licking up your spine as cate smirks at you, well aware of how your little cunt is stuffed under the blanket thrown over you in jordans lap. you cant help the aborted little moves of your hips either trying to get friction on your nubby clit.

they make it worse, because they start talking, like you aren't right there on jordans dick.

"so did you hear about-"

"he's fucking stupid, cate. i told you-"

just casual buzz behind you. jordans hands on your hips as you clench and soak the thick length of them inside you, fat and stretching you to the fucking brim. cates hand rests on your thigh over the blanket, her thumb rubbing back and forth.

you only last twenty minutes of this before you can't stay still anymore, start bouncing your hips up and down. jostling jordans cock inside you. their hands tighten on your waist, and you hear their voice hitch in conversation but they keep talking.

you whine then, loud and long, working even faster and that's when they finally look at you.

"wow," cate says, "someone's fucking eager. i thought you had her well trained, jordy?" she giggles. "not that you're much better."

"shit - you try to be composed with this pussy on you."

you nearly sob with relief when they start moving - adjusting their hips, spreading their thick thighs under you so they have the leverage to fuck up into you at last. strong hands helping you bounce up and down. their balls rub against the base of your cunt everytime you bring it back down and you moan deliriously. skin burning up, "s'hot - so hot."

cates hand is tugging the blanket off immediately, and then you're exposed - and cates eyes are drawn to where you and jordan are connected, lips spread wide around the thick cock pushing in and out.

"fuck, that's hot."

its not often cate is rendered uneloquent. the fact that the sight of you getting fucked genuinely affects her makes you clench, pulsing around jordans cock.

"god, she likes that-" jordan grunts from behind you and then you feel their broad chest at your sticky back, and their big corder arms are hooking under your knees and dragging them up, till you're locked in a full nelson. "you like that pussy on display, baby? wanna show cate how good you take daddy's dick in your little girl cunt - "

"oh, its daddy, is it?" cate sounds amused. "is that your daddy, sweet girl? fucking and filling you up, hm?"

you nod dumbly, folded up like a doll in jordans arms, thick cock spearing in and out of your open wet cunt with ease, fat balls slapping your needy little clit with each thrust inside you. "y-yeah, s'my daddy -" you cry, tears burning in your lashline. "daddy's cock n me - so good - uh - "

"fuuuuck. get down there, dun. lick her while i fuck her - make my girl cum f'r me."

oh, you think as cate slinks to her knees before you, coming eye level with your stuffed hole, plush mouth inches away from where jordans sliding in and out. oh, you're going to die.

#ask #wet and turned on ngl #jordan li smut #jordan li x reader #cate dunlap smut #🍄 anon

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hyunsvngs · 3 months

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I was sitting in class not paying attention and just thought about virgin boy jisung asking u shyly if he can touch u, just touch u, it's his first time touching boobies and legs of a girl and he's barely breathing or talking as he wanders over the body with his hands, hesitant to go further but u just encouraging him to touch wherever he wants and it's so quiet and intense bc he's just feeling u with soft hands ....until he barely touched your crotch and cums in his pants and now he's embarrassed as shit and won't stop whining 💔💔💔 my loser jisung .......

🍄anon

i love virgin jisung

“can- can i touch?” his eyes are wide, unsure, and one palm hovers over your chest. you’re naked, save for your panties, and you’re sat on top of his bulge. he’s probably the hardest out of anyone you’ve ever been with, and you can feel it throbbing beneath you. still, he’s polite, and you nod. his hand immediately moves to your breast and he sighs, hips kicking up a little. "'s soft."

"yeah?" you giggle, but you're cut off by a breathless noise leaving you when jisung's hand grips you firmer. his thumb swipes over your nipple and it's your turn to squirm, hips grinding down just a tad onto him. "ah- sensitive there, baby, careful."

"it's sensitive?" he asks, licking his lips. "you have nice tits."

"you're just saying that 'cause you've not seen any others," you grin, and jisung shrugs with a smile of his own. "do- d'ya wanna touch my pussy, sungie? just get a feel for it, and-"

"yeess," he whines, nodding eagerly. his spare hand moves to your panties, thumb fiddling with the little bow on the front until you finally grab his hand and push it into the fabric. you're wet, embarrassingly so, and his eyes widen further when he feels the slick clinging to your folds. "ah- shit, do you normally… get this wet?"

"no," you admit, and jisung moans pornographically. you exhale a breath when his fingers move over your slit, one finger just barely dipping into your hole. it clings to him, tightening around the digit, and he gasps, hips canting up.

"i- you're tight, fuckin'-? baby, baby," he's babbling, and you jolt on his lap when he bucks his hips again. with an alarmed noise his eyes are rolling back into his head, and you're confused until you feel the telltale gush of wetness beneath you. did he…? he gasps, wet fingers leaving your underwear to grip at your ass. "i- i'm sor- sorry, shit, fuck- baby, baby, i came, i came! i'm sorry, i'm sorry!"

#is this bad #i dont know #🍄 anon 💌#asks: jisung

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peachesofteal · 9 months

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I need the next part of the disco baby trap hospital drabble🥺 Simon and Johnny take Darling and Bee home, maybe their apartment where they can better keep an eye on them, but it’s so tense because Darling is worried they’re going to try to take Bee from her, is still feeling the sting of betrayal, maybe is afraid they’re trying to trap her again

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18+ / Takes place after this / baby trap au

“Alright, alright.” Johnny murmurs, walking a pattern back and forth in the kitchen, arms slightly bouncing an unhappy Bee to try to settle her. “I know, ‘m not mum. I know.” He can’t help the anxiety that flickers through him, eyes casting quickly to the closed bedroom door, where he can just barely hear the low hum of Simon’s voice, vibrating underneath the echo of your coughing.

He paces in the between the countertops and the fridge, working a pattern, stepping in time to a melody that he’s barely whispering to his daughter, something old, a forgotten tune his mother used to lull him to sleep with. At first, it doesn’t do much to settle Bee, and a wash of emotions threaten to pull frustrated tears to his eyes.

Why should it? He’s but a stranger to her, after all. She does not know either of them, and there’s no one to carry the blame of it except for him, and Simon. She was miserable in the hospital, and neither of them could soothe her, the only thing that succeeds in calming her was to be placed in your bed, by your side, even though you were too weak and too sick to even hold her.

“Let’s get ye some food, eh?” He fidgets with the jar lid, and Bee’s brows furrows with indignation as she glares upwards. This attitude reminds him so much of you, from before, when things were good, and you were happy, safe and secure, confident. Bee fusses at him, but when he goes to put her in her high chair so she can eat, she wails in protest, like something new is upsetting her. “What is it?” He strokes a finger across her cheek and then up to her forehead, checking for warm skin, and breathing a sigh of relief when it feels normal. Her fever broke in hospital three days ago, and your doctor finally agreed to allow the two of you to go home yesterday, even though you were still incredibly weak and exhausted from the pneumonia.

“I’d feel better releasing you both if you could assure me there will be someone to support you at home.” Your doctor sighs, while she thumbs through a tablet at your bedside. Bee sleeps in the bassinet next to your bed, laying between where they sit on the other side of the room, and you. “You’re still running a low fever, and the shortness of breath is going to persist for a while.” Your lower lip trembles, and a tear forms on your waterline, spilling over onto your check when you try to take a deep breath as you quickly wipe it away.

“We can help.” Simon says, keeping his voice soft. The doctor glances at him, before looking back at you. “If you’ll let us.”

“We’d love to be there, for you and Bee.” Johnny adds, hopefully, rubbing a palm against the back of his neck. He’s having a hard time standing still, and Simon knows it, tries to calm him by pressing the outside of his thigh to Johnny’s.

“I’ll let you three talk it out.” The doctor says, before putting the tablet away and patting the bed. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Bee cries aloud, and he holds her against his chest, patting her back gently, swaying side to side. “Okay baby girl, you’re okay.” He kisses her softly on the top of her head, trying to shush her gently. Your voice crests from the bedroom, a sob that fades into a cough, and he tenses, worry thrumming through him. Bee settles a little, her face going blissfully sleepy, and he picks the lullaby back up, eager to rock her into her dreams.

“You need more sleep.” Simon tries to ease you into closing your eyes from where he sits on the bed, halfway down the mattress, far enough away that you’re comfortable, but close enough that he feels like he can get you to focus. You’ve been in a fog, head cloudy and a little off kilter, the low grade fever still running through your system and the cough wrecking havoc on your rest. He doesn’t think he’s seen you sleep for more than a few hours at a time, and your body is weak as a result.

He’s trying to be gentle, to be soft, to let you choose and decide. He’s determined not to overstep, not to make you feel like you’re backed into a corner, or that they’re here for nefarious reasons. He knows, you don’t want them here. He knows you reluctantly agreed because you’re doctor practically demanded it.

He also knows you know, that you’re too sick and run down to take care of Bee right now. The realization is a difficult one to swallow because you’ve been so strong, so resilient all this time.

He’s in awe of it, of you. Of how incredible of a mum you’ve been to Bee, all the sacrifices you’ve made to give her an opportunity to flourish, how you’ve taken care of her, given her the best of everything you could find. It doesn’t escape him, the toll it’s taken on you, the way you’ve neglected yourself for her, the way you’ve put yourself dead last in every aspect to make sure she’s well and happy.

Their darling girl, so brave. So strong for your daughter, but never for yourself.

But at the same time, it makes him hate himself even more. Hates what he’s done, hates how he let himself get out of control and do something so hideous to the person he loves. Hates how because of him, you’ve suffered so greatly. Hates that he let his most selfish urges cloud his judgement, hates how he ruined everything for you, and Johnny. How he ruined your happiness, Johnny’s happiness, his own. He tries not to think about how it felt to see the fear in your eyes, how it was when you were convinced they were there to take Bee away from you, like he was a wretched monster.

Like he was a man as wicked as his father.

“No.” You shake your head, trying to reach towards where Bee is cradled in Johnny’s arms. “I wa-want Bee. Give her to me.” You cry, and push away from Simon, stumbling before careening towards the ground. He catches you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Darling, we’re at the hospital. We need to go inside.”

“No, no. I won’t… I won’t let you take her.” He grits his teeth, jaw tightening as he turns your face towards his.

“Look at me.” You try to twist away but he holds you still. “Shhh, darling. Look at me. It’s okay, everything is okay.” Your breath is ragged, wet and heavy, and he can feel how hot your skin is beneath his touch. “We’re not here to take Bee. We’re going to see a doctor okay? Bee needs a doctor, right? That’s why we’re here.”

Your hand curls into a fist by your side, and he beats back his urge to reach for it, to try to comfort you, even though he knows you’d recoil from him. He wants to soothe you, pull you into his chest, ease your worries and fear. He wants to take control and fix this, to do what he knows to do best, but he can’t.

You’ll never trust him again.

You cough, hunching forward, and he grabs the glass of water from the bedside table, pointing the straw towards your mouth. Your features soften when you sip, and once he’s satisfied you’ve had enough, he pulls away. You sag where you’re propped up against the pillows, practically wilting and he wants to scream in frustration, in fear. He has half a mind to take you back to the hospital, and almost did this morning, but stood down after talking to your doctor on the phone.

“Do you think you can sleep?” He asks, and you blink at him, lips parted, like you’re processing his words but unable to answer.

“I don’t know.” You moan, miserably, and his heart breaks a little bit while tears web in your lashes. You’re so sick, and uncomfortable, and he wants to help you but no matter what he does, nothing comforts you. “Where’s Bee?”

“Johnny was going to give her a bit of lunch. In the kitchen.” His fingers spread wide on the bed, desperately seeking you, like they’re moving on their own accord, pulling him closer and closer.

“I want to-“ your words are choked off by another cough and he grimaces. “I want to see her.” You cry, the tears that were gathering in your eyes spilling freely down your cheeks, and you gasp a sob. “I want Bee.”

“Okay, okay.” He tries to console you, and his hand moves closer, now resting against the outside of your knee. “You were resting, darling. He only took her to the kitchen.” He explains, and you shake your head before slumping farther into the bed, your body now overcome with sobs.

“Please.” You moan, and then cough between your tearful breaths. “Simon.” You cry his name, eyes half closed. Something shifts above the sheets, and then warm fingers are brushing against his.

His heart stops in his chest before he realizes it wasn’t intentional, that you were just moving. Still, he can hope.

He says your name, and you cry harder, head heavy, your lungs fighting for each breath, the combination of your distress and the pneumonia choking off your air. “Hey, hey. It’s-“

“Si-Simon.” You gasp, and then your eyes are widening in a haze of fear. “I ca- can’t… can’t breathe.” You’re panicking, you’re scared, and he can’t fight himself well enough to keep his hands for reaching for you.

To his shock, you don’t fight him. He moves slowly, painstakingly so while your body shakes with sobs, but you don’t tense or flinch away.

“Darling,” he whispers. “Can I hold you?” He wouldn’t dare try to without your say so, not when he’s hurt you so badly, betrayed your trust beyond a level of comprehension. If you don’t want him to, he won’t.

But you’re also free falling into a panic attack. Your body is trembling, and he’s scared, holding his breath while you answer with a nod.

It’s enough, enough for him to move forward and pull you into his arms, wrapping you up without holding you too tight, settling his palm on the back of your neck to gently squeeze you there. He runs his other hand up and down your back and you cry into his chest.

“I want Bee.” Your plea is interrupted by another coughing fit, and he leans you back slightly and tilts your face upwards to try to help you breathe.

“Shhh. It’s alright. She’s just outside, Johnny will bring her in. You’re okay. Everything’s okay.”

“It’s n-ot.” You wheeze as he coos above your ear.

The bedroom door creaks open, revealing a hesitant Johnny with a very sleepy baby in his arms, who stops dead in his tracks when he sees what’s happening the bed. The image of you, cradled against Simon, letting yourself be held, letting yourself be touched. He blinks in surprise, and Simon gives him a look. Do not make a big deal.

“She’s right here.” Johnny calls to you, crossing the distance and then sitting hesitantly beside Simon. “Bee’s right here. We didn’t go far, just to the kitchen. Promise.” Your shaking hands reach for her, but you don’t try to hold her, you just place your palm on her chest while you rest against Simon. Your breathing evens out slowly, matching his own, and Bee’s, and your cries quiet to occasional sniffles while your lungs rasp. Minutes pass, and yet you still don’t pull away, instead staying tucked into Simon, body relaxing slowly. His thumb rubs circles into your neck, and Johnny watches with wide eyes.

“Everything’s alright.” Simon murmurs into your hair. “It’s okay. Bee’s here.” You nod, eyes starting to slip shut, body and mind wrung out with exhaustion.

As you drift, Bee does too, until you’re both asleep, with Simon and Johnny holding their breath collectively, eyes flicking from you, to Bee, to one another every other second, like they can’t believe what they’re seeing.

#🍄 anon #peaches asks #peaches writes #soap x reader #soap x ghost x reader #ghost x reader x soap

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q1ngqve · 2 months

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pughiuhkhhhiuxh the hormones have finally caught up with me and i need to share my brainrot-

imagining working in one of those clubs with people wearing bunny suits. your role is a simple waitress, delivering the patrons their drinks and snacks, maybe flirting with them to get some extra tips. one day, as you deliver a tray of drinks, you lock eyes with Gallagher. you blush, but give him your best smile, blowing the man a kiss before quickly scurrying away. however, throughout the night you quickly realize you've been delivering orders to the same table where Gallagher was seated at. and each time, he'd bring you a little closer. it started with a small tug, hand on your hip as you made conversation- before you've realized it, you're sat in his lap, feeding him chips and nuzzling into his chest. you've never gotten this much attention from a patron before, and though the girls have told you to be super careful about customers, you feel safe around Gallagher.

with Gallagher, he really didn't want to be here at first. when his pals dragged him to the club, he was fully expecting to just get hammered and eat a lot of greasy food... until you showed up, placing down a cocktail one of his friends had ordered. he was fully awake this time, and when you gave him such a sweet smile, well he'd be damned if he just let you go. so he orders a few more drinks, specifically asking for you. he stops to make small talk, and he notices how shy you seem to be. was this your first time in a one-on-one conversation with a patron? he can't help but get a bit riled up at the thought. soon, he had you sitting in his lap, feeding him chips and wiping off any remains of alcohol from his face. aeons, he finally saw the appeal of his club.

one by one, his buddies leave, and now it's just the two of you. "finally..." Gallagher grabs your chin, staring into your eyes. "i thought they'd never leave. now, i have you all to myself, little bunny..." his lips crash into yours, giving you a taste of all the drinks you've served him in the past hour. you close your eyes as Gallagher runs his hands all over you, cupping and squeezing certain parts. you feel lightheaded- was it from the alcohol or the attention? either way, Gallagher claps handcuffs on your wrists and holds you in his arms. "i'm bringing you home with me- how much would it cost?" you meekly tell him that since you're just a waitress, you aren't worth much. he grins. "that just means i'll be having you all to myself, then."

you spend your work night in gallagher's hands, your uniform and shoes on the floor as Gallagher takes, and takes. his mouth never leaves you as his hips roughly thrust against yours, filling his bedroom with the most obscene sounds. oh aeons, you didn't think the night would escalate to such a degree... yet here you are, tearfully riding Gallagher cock, moaning out his name in broken syllables as you feel his cum dripping out from your hole. later on, when the two of you have cleaned up, gallagher insists you spend the night as there was no way he was going to make you go out while wearing that bunny uniform. Gallagher traps you in his arms, and you fall asleep...

(later on, Gallagher would become such a frequent customer that there would be a private booth just for the two of you to fool around in- how thoughtful!)

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PLEASE I AM ON MY KNEES

#seeing this on period day 1 is HORRIFYING 😭#THIS IS SO GOOD 🍄 BABE #why are all of my anon’s brain rots so interesting #this deserves some tags #🍄 anon!!!!!#hsr #honkai star rail #gallagher #gallagher x reader

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the-kr8tor · 3 months

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Hobie helps reader get out of a toxic friendship because the toxic person is obviously super bad for them and Hobie gives advice like "You gotta just drop them" but reader is stubborn OR toxic friend already unfriended but won't stop sending reader messages or notes so hobie responds for reader instead. 😭

Personally I'm going thru this rn (honestly she just doesn't understand the words no) and I think Hobie would be so willing to send a message and reader would be like "ok but don't be mean about it" and he just has to delete his entire paragraph of text 🙏🙏

-🍄 ( Te Amo )

I'm sorry you're going through this, lovely 😔 I hope they left you alone. Know that you are loved ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, hurt/comfort.

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The simple buzz of your phone fills you with dread. Shoulders straighten, fingers locking up in their joints, you exhale, closing your eyes tightly like you're in pain.

Hobie, the absolute angel that he is, notices this. He leaves his comfortable position on your lap, head perking up to meet your scrunched up face.

“That them?” His voice is still deep from waking up from his nap. Eyes narrowed towards the knot of your eyebrows.

You huff, smoothing his cheek that your jeans have left a mark on it. “Maybe, did it wake you up?”

“Yes,” he sounds pissed (not at you) and fatigued at the same time. “You gotta drop him, love.” His voice is suddenly soft, knuckles brushing the tension away from your arms.

“I know, I already unfriended him on everything and he won't just…I don't even want to interact anymore.” The tiredness in your voice boils his blood, he's had enough of your so-called ‘friend’ and his toxic ways.

“Give me the phone,” he sits up, flexing his fingers towards your phone laying face down on the table. “I'll do it for you.”

“I can fight my own battles, Hobie.” You don't sound mad, just incredibly dejected. Losing a friend is hard enough, but cutting them off is what's best for you, and Hobie knows that too.

“I know you can.” He kneads the space in between your shoulders to let you relax for once. You lean on his touch, letting your muscles sag. “But you've already done everything and he still hasn't gotten the message. And if being nice about it doesn't work anymore, let me be mean for you, yeah? I know he was your friend once.” I know you cared for him. He wanted to add but he doesn't want to make you feel worse.

The phone buzzes again.

You nod, sniffing, you hand him your phone, opening the message thread for him. “Just don't be too mean to him?”

“After what he's done—?” Hobie's already typing up a storm.

“Hobie, please.” You lay your head on his shoulder, the simple act has you melting all over him.

Your tender words have him deleting an entire paragraph. “Alright. Just a bit mean then.” Typing a response for you, Hoping this was enough for him to leave you be.

Hobie lets you read his message first before sending it. The tone was harsh but needed, the words were well chosen to try and be nice about it but still being firm.

“Okay,” you hand him the phone without hitting send. You're too nervous to press it.

“Can I add a wanker in the end?” Hobie asks, finger hovering over the letter ‘w’.

You laugh, he hasn't heard it in a long while. Patting himself on the back, he types up the word.

“Love.” He says before sending the message. “Don't feel too bad, yeah? You're a bloody saint for putting up with his shit.” He leaves a quick kiss on your temple for reassurance. “Do you want to do it?”

Giving you the phone, you suck in a sharp breath before hitting send.

“And just to make sure he never contacts you again.” Hobie blocks the number, you can't help but smile. Feeling the heaviness on your shoulders fade as he closes the phone for you.

“Thank you.” You lace your fingers around his, thumb rubbing lovingly on the back of his hand.

“Thank you for trusting me.” He cradles the back of your head, kissing just above your hairline. “Now, it's your turn to take a nap.”

Hobie would do it all over again if you asked. He hopes the message gets to him or your ex friend is about to have a little visit from spiderman in the near future. Just to intimidate of course.

Giggling, you let Hobie guide your head down to rest on his lap. He even placed a pillow in between to make you feel more comfortable.

“Sleep well, lovie” He wishes that your dreams are kinder to you this time.

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #atsv fanfiction #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #atsv hobie #hobie brown x gn! reader #spider punk x gn! reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #hobie hurt/comfort #fanfic #🍄 anon

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sukirichi · 2 years

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suki ur not gonna write naoya worm x reader right.. RIGHT…

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i almost did AHSKWLQ bcos i had this hurt comfort idea about worm! naoya turning back into a human and i thought it was good so i told sunflower anon about it but he kept laughing at me and i realised oh shit that was cringy nvm 😭

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #anon:🍄#sunflower anon is my no.1 slanderer 😔💔#jjk: manga spoilers

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princessbrunette · 17 days

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bunny reader having hiccups in her sleep and literally startling rafe awake bc he’s such a light sleeper. - 🍄

see i personally have the headcanon that rafe is a pretty heavy sleeper— because he’s always had the luxury of being safe and access to a big comfortable bed. however, he’s very protective of bunny — so if he’s not in a deep deep sleep, he’ll wake up rather easily from various sounds.

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he wasn’t even sure what it was at first, a light and repetitive sound slowly stirring him from his slumber.

…hic…hic…humph…hic

he speaks before he’s fully conscious, shuffling a little closer from where he’d rolled away in his sleep. “kid… bun, wake up.” he rasps, voice low and gravelly from exhaustion. you whine in refusal, your brain fighting the request for consciousness — so rafe sighs and scoops you up a little, one thick arm beneath your back. “c’mon. hey.” he tries again and this time you groan, waking up and sucking in a long breath, interrupted by another hiccup.

he leans across you, reaching over to the bedside table and you assume he’s bringing you in for a cuddle, so you wrap your arms around his neck. “ra—hic!—fey” you mutter tiredly and he unwraps himself, bringing a glass of water placed on the side to your lips, sitting you up more.

“yeah, c’mon, drink this.” he directs, voice barely above a whisper. your eyes flutter open for only a moment, manicured fingers gently clinking against the glass as you feel the cool cup against your hand. you sip at the water, letting it soothe your throat. “how’d you even get hiccups in your sleep, huh?” he comments quietly, watching you drink through puffy, tired eyes.

you tap at his wrist weakly when you’ve had enough and he pulls it away, placing the glass back on the side. “just sit up for a moment, alright… let the hiccups go. was keepin’ me awake.” he shuffles back into a laying position, leaving you sat up by yourself. by mistake, he almost instantly falls back asleep, waking up around twenty minutes later to find you still sat up, asleep with your head hanging down and a soft snore leaving you.

if he wasn’t so tired, he might’ve chuckled— wrapping an arm around you and pulling you gently to lay against him. “sorry, baby.” he drawls in amusement, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head once he’s got you settled at his side once more.

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#🍄 anon #rafe cameron prompt #bunny!reader

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dcandyland · 4 months

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Um, just to clarify Sun, we don’t want you guys gone! We just really want our Sun and Moon back

If there was a way to get them back and also let you guys stay here, that’s the outcome we (or at least I) would prefer!

-🍄 anon

#dca!candyland #ask #🍄 anon #sundrop #fnaf sundrop

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planet-dusk · 1 year

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wait…wait… fingering felix or vice cerda while gaming mmm 😋 obv online or with friends or smth 😳 just having to play it off while cumming wowie🫠

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and Happy New Year my friend<3

happy ny to you 🍄 anon! this is such a great thought… what about having him cockwarm your strap after 🤭

🏷️ sub!felix, pegging, cockwarming

“stay still, baby. you’ll get yourself killed if you keep messing up.”

felix curses into his headset when one of his enemies almost takes him out. it’s a close call; he’s getting sloppier and sloppier, nearly getting sniped by another player.

you’re right. he needs to focus or he’ll lose.

pull yourself together, lix.

he shifts in your lap and whimpers when his next shot misses its target by a landslide.

“lix! what are you doing?! put your head in the game mate!”

chan’s voice rings through the headphones. one earpiece covers felix’s ear and the other is pushed back so he can hear both you and his teammates. he mumbles a shaky apology in the mic and you notice how his voice sounds oddly high-pitched. which means his friends must hear it too. perfect.

“concentrate.” you press a kiss on his nape. his fuzzy hoodie tickles your nose. “you don’t want them to find out what’s really going on, do you?”

felix shakes his head. he’d been the one who’d insisted on this: begged for more than the gentle pressure of your fingers inside his tight hole. and you’d obliged. with only one drawback: he has to finish this round first.

and win.

for the past twenty minutes felix has been sitting in your lap with your strap snugly fitted between his walls. every movement, not matter how small, has the curved head pressing against his sensitive prostate.

it’s torture. felix wants nothing more than to lift his hips and fuck himself on the silicon dildo but all he can do is sit as still as possible and keep his eyes fixed on the screen. he can’t afford any missteps now. not when he’s risking losing more than just this stupid game.

watching your boyfriend struggle to keep himself from mindlessly grinding down onto your lap fills you with amusement. he looks so pretty like this: all flushed and agitated like he might lose his composure soon. his bottom lip is stuck between his teeth to stop himself from revealing his plight to his friends. every muscle in his body screams out in desperation; from his tense shoulders to his leaking cock twitching in your hand. there’s so much precum it dribbles down your fingers. at this point he may be wetter than you are and you’re surprised he’s been able to stay this still. just like him you hope the round doesn’t last much longer. you can’t wait to see the outcome.

“i think you want them to hear you,” you whisper for his ears only. “want your friends to know you can’t wait to get fucked. what if i tell them i’m going to bend you over this desk if you win, hm? fuck your needy hole until you’re begging me to stop because it feels too good?”

felix can’t prevent the sudden moan leaving his lips. fuck, you know him too well. his ears burn at the idea of chan and jisung listening to him getting ruined and reduced to a sniffling mess.

he can’t help but wonder how his friends would react. would they cut off the audio and never bring it up again, too flustered about having overheard something so salacious? or would they enjoy it… their pants tightening as they picture themselves in felix’s position. or (and the next thought is almost enough to make him blow on the spot), in yours.

chan’s fat cock drilling into him while jisung holds felix down until he can feel his best friend’s cum drip down his ass—

shit. he has to stop and fucking focus for once.

felix knows you’re loving every minute of this. it’s evident in the way you chuckle when he fidgets in your lap. you’re thriving off his distress and it only makes his cock ache more. you keep whispering filthy words into his ear, seemingly unconcerned about anyone else who could be hearing them.

would you want them to overhear? fuck, he can’t go there, not now—

felix has no idea how he makes it through the next ten minutes, but as soon as the victory screen pops up he disconnects from the voice channel with only a short, clipped “bye!” to his teammates. his hands are shaking as he tries to catch his breath. he won.

“congratulations, pup,” your voice is sweet like honey and his heart beats impossibly faster when you take off his headphones and grab hold of his stuttering hips. “you deserve your reward.”

#answered #🍄 anon #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids hard hours #skz hard hours #lee felix x reader #felix smut #lee felix smut #sub!idol #sub!skz #dom!reader #sub!stray kids #;skz blurbs

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misc-obeyme · 9 days

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Ah, you want lucifer sub? I have another idea for you then! Feel free to ignore if you had enough nsfw drabbles tho lol Theres a card in NB where lucifer tries to force mc a truth apple or whatchamacallit to see who mc really is, but Beel ended up eating it instead. Anyway in p4 he tries to earn mc's forgiveness by going to the castle for barb's cooking. What if then, at the table, mc remembers that in the og timeline, lucifer and mc constantly played with shibari on each other? Hmm... So then, that's his punishment. Early Avatar of Pride, getting tied up in his own room. Blindfolded Anyway, hope you like the idea. 🍄 Love you CC

Augh, 🍄 anon, shibari is like one of my favorite things ever. It just looks so pretty!?!? And Lucifer is also very pretty????

Yes, I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. I do have that card and remembered this particular Devilgram. It had an excellent line from Barb that I took the time to screenshot and then forgot about until much later. Something about having cake, I don't remember exactly. It's in my posts somewhere lol.

Anyway! Sub!Lucifer is everything to me, so here he is. I like the idea of NB Lucifer specifically not understanding why he trusts MC. He even says in the Devilgram something about how there was a connection between them the moment MC showed up. But this is a minor detail, I just find it interesting.

GN!MC x Lucifer

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: sub!Lucifer, dom!MC, shibari, blindfold, praise, hand job

Lucifer held himself incredibly still. He would not squirm. He would not give you the satisfaction.

It was difficult. He wanted to give in already.

You had spent quite some time carefully tying the black and red ropes around his body. Securing knots, ensuring they were tight but not too tight. Perhaps he should have been anxious as you brought his hands behind his back and tied them in place. Perhaps he should have been concerned when you tied the blindfold over his eyes. Perhaps he should have been worried about how vulnerable he was allowing himself to be with you.

And perhaps he was all of those things. But the fire it ignited in his belly was too powerful to ignore. The thrill of your touch, the way his skin tingled any time you brushed your fingers against it. Knowing that you were seeing him completely exposed, that he was entirely at your mercy, that you were in control of him in a way no one else has ever been.

The ropes rubbed against him, an uncomfortably pleasing sensation. The blindfold was his own tie, which you had utilized for this purpose and its soft silkiness was an exciting contrast to the harsher feeling of the ropes.

When you were finished, you moved away and left him there.

Lucifer was kneeling on his own bed, tied up and blindfolded, waiting for you to touch him again.

He couldn't see himself, but he could imagine the sight. You seemed to already know the intricacies of shibari. The pattern was elegant and complex - turning him into a sensual work of art.

Lucifer waited. He could be patient. He refused to let you see just how affected he was. He couldn't do anything about his obvious erection, which was straining. But he would keep the rest of himself as composed as possible.

"So," you said and your voice was close. "Are you sorry for trying to get me to eat that apple?"

Lucifer hesitated. "I've let you tie me up and blindfold me, haven't I? Is that not proof enough?"

"I won't make you say it," you said. "I could see it in your eyes as I was tying you up. You trust me, don't you? Despite being suspicious of who I am and what my motives might be, you still trust me."

Lucifer frowned. "I don't-"

You pressed a finger to his lips. "You don't need to lie about it. You can trust me, Lucifer. I promise."

Lucifer was about to disagree with you, but whatever he might have said left his mind immediately as you took his cock in your hand. He sucked in a breath. Your hand felt soft, slightly damp with your sweat, which soon mingled with his precum.

Lucifer's resolve not to squirm crumbled. He couldn't hold perfectly still now, his hips moving involuntarily to thrust into your hand. He bit his lip, determined at least not to moan.

"Don't do that," you said, putting your thumb on his lower lip and pulling it gently out of his teeth. "Let me hear you."

Lucifer felt his skin grow hot as the moan he'd been trying to hold back escaped him. As soon as it did, it was as though a dam had broken and he couldn't stop making noise.

"Ah," he cried. "MC, please, ah!"

"Good boy," you said sweetly. "Now come for me."

Lucifer immediately came all over your hand, a strangled cry ripping itself from his throat as he did. Lucifer was panting, his body's muscles relaxing, but he was still tied up so stiffly, he couldn't go anywhere. You allowed him to lean on you long enough to catch his breath.

Lucifer quickly learned that he was far from done with his apology and it was much later into the night before you were willing to forgive him.

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