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enha-cafe · 6 months

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I <3 NERDS (c.s)

PAIRING: nerd! soobin x afab! reader SUMMARY: just y/n not expecting nerd! soobin to be a sex god inspired by this very long thought with @gyuthmics WARNINGS: smut, basically no plot, afab! reader, switch! reader, dom! soobin, big dick! soobin, oral (m rec.), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie (please it's soobin i can't not include it), usage of the words "slut", "baby", "good girl", snowballing, literally like one spank WORD COUNT: 1.7k

you thought playing around with the cute little nerd in your class would be funny. he was absolutely harmless, you thought, blushing whenever you made eye contact with him and always watching anime in the back of class. all you wanted was to make him your partner for the project and watch him get flustered at every moment. so now you're left wondering: is this really happening? are you really getting the best dick of your life from some guy who has openly said his favorite anime is bunny girl senpai? how did he manage to have you crying and screaming his name?

you remember how his cheeks and ears reddened when you invited him over to your place to "work on the project," when you just wanted to see how long it'd take before he'd beg for your pussy.

oh, how you've missed having someone to play with. you wore a low-cut tank and shorts, leaving little to the imagination. gently patting the spot on your bed, inviting him to sit beside you. relishing the way he stutters each time he looks to talk to you. constantly looking up at him with doe eyes, brushing your shoulder against his, and pushing your breasts into his arms. how badly you're just waiting for him to snap. look at you through those overgrown bangs and grovel for you to give him a sweet release.

he did break, just not in the way you were hoping.

it was a swift motion, with soobin taking you by the wrists and pinning you down. "well, someone is acting like a little slut today." never would you have thought this absolute nerd would have you at such a loss for words. those words make you have to take a pause and leave your mouth slightly agape. "what's wrong? cat got your tongue?" he says this, cocking his head to the side and chuckling.

you're completely lost as to who the man in front of you is; this isn't the nerd you were toying with all day. this is some sort of demon you decided to summon. "c'mon, baby, use your words. i know you want this; you've been messing with me all day. don't back out now." he says, staring into your eyes, and all you can do is let out a broken please. "that's what i like to hear," he says right before planting a kiss on your lips.

you're needy for him, and soobin can't help but chuckle. the way you try to grind down on his knee between your legs, he thinks it's cute how you're slowly becoming putty in his hands. he wants to—no, he needs to ruin you. he's having to hold himself back, and you can tell. for now, he's content with just the taste of you. moving his lips from yours to your neck, you can't help but let out a moan and squirm more. "you're absolutely insatiable; tell me what you want." you're not sure how, but he's already managed to make your head dizzy. "i need you—i need you inside me, please, soobin." you can feel him smile into your neck as you plead. "of course, baby, but i need something from you first." he says letting your wrists free and using his other hand to unbutton his jeans. "get on your knees and suck my cock like the slut you are."

you feel like a woman possessed by how quickly you get on your knees for him. staring up at him in anticipation and hoping he won't notice as you rub your thighs together. when he pulls his pants down, it almost hits you in the face, and you can't help but stare. he's huge. "soobin, you're going to break me." he nearly throws his head back and laughs, "i thought sluts like you were supposed to like big cocks. c'mon, don't be shy now. suck." his order sends a jolt of electricity down to your core.

opening your mouth, you try to take as much of him as possible, and what you can't, you wrap your hands around. bobbing your head up and down his cock, your eyes never leave him. the way his breathing becomes gradually more labored as he groans. his eyes are hungry as he looks at you. "good girl, i knew you could take me," he tells you, and you can feel your walls clench around nothing, and you can't help but moan around him. it's enough to make him curse and grab the back of your head. you can feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he pushes your head down. feeling his head hit the back of your throat and his cock twitch. you barely have a second before you feel hot cum spill down your throat.

soobin pulls you off his cock and places a hand under your chin. forcing you to stare up at him through those thick-rimmed glasses and overgrown fringe. he pulls you up to him and forces his lips on yours. swapping his cum between you before you finally decide to swallow it. "you're nasty," he says before giving you a light spank, making you let out a yelp. he grabs you by the hand and guides you back to the bed.

his eyes are blown with lust, and suddenly your clothes feel too hot for your skin. you're telling him to pull off your shorts as you tear your top off, and you're left in only your underwear. soobin is quick to start marking and playing with your breasts, telling you how perfect they are. feeling his right hand on your clothed core, you can't help but grind against it. he notices the way you grind on his hand and moves your panties to the side. watching how drenched you are, he decides to dip two of his long fingers inside you, and it has you reeling.

feeling his fingers inside your gummy walls is enough to have you screaming for him. he reaches places your pathetic fingers could never reach. he's so mean and fast with them too; the noises made by them are so lewd, you'd be embarrassed if you weren't enjoying it so much. you think you can't get enough of his fingers until he uses his thumb to circle your clit. the stimulation is so great that he has you chanting his name. his name is dripping like honey from your lips as you try your hardest not to cum. soobin knows you're close; how couldn't he? with your walls fluttering against his fingers and your thighs trembling. "it's okay, baby, you can let go for me," and it's almost as though that was the final piece of a puzzle. you're suddenly seeing stars, and your walls are convulsing around him as you cum.

"is that all you can take, or do you want more?" he asks you as if he doesn't already know your answer. without a second thought, you're screaming once more for him, "please, soobin, i need you inside of me—going insane—need your big cock inside me." you're so needy and desperate for him, it's borderline pathetic. "okay, let me just grab a condom," he says, going to get up, but you grab his arm, pulling him back in to stop him. "no, i need you raw." such a simple sentence, but it's enough to make his cock twitch. "you really are insatiable," and his lips dive back into yours.

as you kiss, you can feel him lining himself up with you, his large cockhead teasing your opening. moaning into the kiss and telling him to put it in already, only making him smile against your lips. when he slips into you, you swear you see heaven. the stretch like nothing you've ever felt before; he's so big, and he's already hitting you so deep. when he bottoms out, you're already grinding against him, begging him to move. soobin is more than happy to oblige, digging his fingers into your hips and slowly pulling out of you, only to ram back in.

you think he'd be rough with just that one thrust, but he continues to be hard and fast. as he thrusts his cock inside of you, you can't help but stare. he makes your head fuzzy, and all you can do is lay there and moan. feeling him lay his hand over your stomach and press down has you clenching around him, making him twitch deep inside you. "god, you're so tight, and you take me so well, like you were made for me," he says. all you can do is moan at his praises, making you teeter closer to the edge.

his groans sound like heaven, his glasses are foggy, and his fringe slightly hangs over them. you don't think you've ever seen anyone look hotter. you don't realize how long you've been staring until he says something like, "see something you like?" and in that moment, you realize you're drunk on him, and you don't ever want to get sober. he chuckles and gives you a smirk right before playing with your clit again. "i can feel the way you're clenching down on me; I know you're close." he's acting almost as if he isn't close, too. "please, soobin, i need to cum—need you to fill me up too, please, soobin." you punctuate your words by wrapping your legs around his waist.

his thrusts become sloppier, and his head falls into the crook of your neck. feeling his hot breath as he curses. "cum for me, y/n" it's not a request but an order. your legs tighten around him as you cum, locking him in as you let out loud moans while your body is wracked with pleasure. you barely get a second to recover before soobin's hot cum floods your insides. there's so much, and you don't think you've ever felt fuller than you do in this moment. after he slips out, you can feel his cum starting to dribble out of your hole.

your head is fuzzy, and you're barely coherent when soobin tells you he's going to grab something to clean you up. however, even with the burn in your legs, gasping for air, and cum spilling from your hole. you can't help but think there's no way this absolute sex god of a man is a damn nerd.

but god, you love nerds.

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goingmerryfics · 2 months

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Hello! I’ve stumbled across your blog and i love it!! I see you’re doing the "sit on his lap" and was wondering if you could add Zoro & Ace and whoever else you choose! Thank you in advance ☺️

Sitting in their lap while they’re not paying attention - w/ Zoro & Ace

Content: Gender neutral reader, SFW

Notes* Thanks for requesting this and also letting me have a free choice, because I haven’t had the chance to write for Paulie yet. But he’s going to have some NSFW elements, so his will be posted separately right away!

Part three of this prompt. Read the other parts here:

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Zoro

It’s impossible to catch this guy off guard

But there is one way

Zoro is known for his impromptu naps, and that’s how you need to get him

He’s very easily able to shoot up, awake in an instant, at any nearing enemy or danger

So you have to keep your mischief in check while you do it

He’s sitting up against the mast of the ship, arms folded and legs crossed over his ankles

You near him, kneel down, and wave in front of his face

No reaction

Robin is watching you do this from where she’s sitting and reading, amusement all over her face

Carefully, you seat yourself down and make yourself comfortable. You kind of feel like a cat while doing this

It takes you a second to get your legs comfy- you’re kind of sprawled out everywhere

But once you do, you watch his face for any sense of him waking

He doesn’t move, and so you push your luck and take it a little further

You carefully pick up one of his arms and put it around your shoulders, that way you can put your head on his shoulder with one hand on his chest

You’re kind of stuck here until he wakes up, but at least you’re comfortable in the warmth of his body heat

At one point, Nami stops and asks you something about ‘choosing the meathead’, but you’re half asleep at this point

You fall asleep before you get to see his reaction- His face and ears go red when his eyes open and he realizes he can’t move under you

He’d been ready to grab for his sword and attack, but he’d never met an enemy as cute as you were

He carefully stands, picking you up as he does while being careful not to wake you

You wake up hours after the sun has already set, lying comfortably on top of Zoro’s chest in the hammock, one hand on your back and the other behind his head

Slowly, you relax, and head right back to sleep

Ace

Ace is the insufferable type of boyfriend- and by that, I mean he would absolutely tease the hell out of you for anything you wanted to do with him- even if he wanted to do it just as badly

“Aww, you want a kiss? You’re going to have to jump for it.”

You still think you should have just swept his leg for that

But knowing this, you knew that to get into his lap without his annoyingly cute teasing, you needed to flip the script on him and get him flustered instead

So you waited for the perfect moment

Ace is known for his strange narcoleptic condition. It was always at mealtime

So you made sure to sit directly beside him today when everyone was called to dinner

Marco gave you a look when you rushed to your seat- he knew you were up to something, but he couldn't quite tell what it was yet

You just gave him a wink

Ace is chatty with everyone as much as he can be while stuffing his mouth full, as usual

And mid-conversation, that’s where he drops

Also as usual

You quickly move to catch his head before he falls face-first into his food, and then everyone watches and laughs as you maneuver him so that you can sit on his lap, facing him

Once you’re steady, you let his face fall into your chest

Marco sighs and shakes his head

Ace comes to just a second or so later, drool at the corner of his mouth and eyes heavy. His hat is knocked slightly askew, and he fixes it before realizing where he’s been drooling on

Blush paints his face as he meets your gaze

Smirk on your face, you coo at him and ask if he likes your body that much to be drooling all over it

He shakes his head with a low chuckle as the crew laughs

He’s got that look on his face that you were hoping for- complete surrender

He doesn’t know how to retaliate, so he just pulls you down for a kiss

Someone throws a dinner roll at the two of you and shouts for you to get a room

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madame-fear · 4 months

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꒰ 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐕𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐂 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. ꒱

ೀ amira speaks! : okay so,, I know this isn’t what I’m used to writing on this blog — but lately I’ve been hyperfixating on this man so badly, that I felt the need of writing something for him myself! Anyways, enjoy this lovelies !! 💗 I felt kind of shy writing for Enzo, but I think I will write more things for this man jakdkdjdjkl ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : just dating headcanons for our beloved man. 💕

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : mostly fluff. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : enzo vogrincic x (fem)!reader

˗ˏˋ REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN ´ˎ˗

: ̗̀➛ i can definitely picture him as the type of boyfriend that would be extremely loving & devoted to you. A bit clingy as well... A bit too clingy, but you can’t really complain — it simply makes you love him even more.

: ̗̀➛ Expect to be showered in praises & kisses from day to night. I think Enzo would always find the perfect opportunity to show you just how stromg his undying adoration for you is no matter the place, or timing.

: ̗̀➛ Lazy morning kisses that go from your neck, to your jawline, to your cheek while he cuddles you tightly from behind and whispers sweet nothings in your ear to gently wake you up? Yeah, he definitely does that.

: ̗̀➛ “linda”, “princesa”, “mi vida”, “mi amor”, “bonita”, “muñeca”, “chiquita” — those are just some nicknames he has for you, and you only. I have the feeling he’d have many other nicknames for you, even some silly ones, but these would be the ones he uses the most with you.

: ̗̀➛Whenever your back is facing him, Enzo would take the opportunity to show up from behind and give you love. Maybe he randomly takes you into his arms and spins you around in the spot just to make yoy giggle, or maybe his arms would wrap themselves tightly around your waist, as he nuzzles your neck with the tip of his nose in a rather loving — and teasing — manner.

: ̗̀➛ Don’t be surprised if, while you’re doing the most basic mindless thing, like scrolling on your phone or watching TV, you find him staring at you like a lovesick fool, smiling to himself. I can totally see him doing this, and I think it would be very sweet.

: ̗̀➛ Lap sitting, lap sitting, lap sitting. It really doesn’t matter if both of you are reading a book, talking together, or are on your phones — you need to be sitting on his lap. He just absolutely adores how it feels to have you tightly pressed against his body, or how you become flustered everytime he sits you on top of him (or pats his lap invitingly, instead of straight up sitting you there).

: ̗̀➛ You know when cats rub their heads against one another to show affection? Yeah,, I have the feeling he does this when he’s needy to show you his love. Change my mind.

: ̗̀➛Not a single part of your body would go to waste when it comes to kisses. Tip of your nose? Kissed. Your cheeks? Obviously, kissed. Forehead? Most definitely, yes. Hands & knuckles? All the time. Jaw? Yes, checked. Neck? His favourite spot to kiss you, double checked.

: ̗̀➛ Sweet man also loves having you cuddled by his side. Perhaps you’re talking about nothing in particular, or perhaps you’re reading a book together... Or he’s reading outloud to you, in a very gentle manner — it doesn’t matter. The feeling of having you cuddling him while one of his hands play tenderly with your hair is the best feeling that there is to be.

: ̗̀➛ If you prefer to keep privacy, Enzo would be very understanding with that, of course. But otherwise, if you don’t mind, expect to go to the Red Carpet, to every single premier and event by his side, and have him proudly show you off to everyone.

: ̗̀➛ Have I mentioned cuddles, tons & tons of them all the time? I don’t think so. 👀

: ̗̀➛ You’re so pampered by him, that you would have an endless showers of gifts for you. Be it jewellery he knows you’d like, a bouquet of flowers with a love poem written in a small card attatched to them, makeup, plushies — you name it. Whatever you like, and whatever helps to show his love, he will gift it right away to you.

: ̗̀➛ He’s very attentive to your every mood change. If he notices something is wrong with you, Enzo will ask you if you’re alright, if you need anything, or if something happened to upset you. It kind of makes you melt seeing him so soft & caring & understanding around you.

: ̗̀➛ coughcough — he definitely thinks about you carrying his last name and how well it suits you & about having children together — coughcough

: ̗̀➛Often he volunteers himself to do your makeup (you would probably have to teach him how) and to do your hair as well. And. . . I think. . . He would kind of stare at you with puppy eyes if you refuse, and would insist until you allow him to do so. 🥺

: ̗̀➛This man cooks for you no matter how much you insist on doing it yourself. He just enjoys cooking whatever you love eating the most, and getting to see your flustered reactions at it.

: ̗̀➛ Stealing borrowing his clothes? That’s one of your favourite things to do, and you often do it to tease him. His clothes would obviously be a bit too big for you, but does it really matter? It’s a win-win for both of you. You get to feel him even closer to you, and feel his warmth and sweer scent; and he gets to swoon over you wearing his clothes.

: ̗̀➛ This man would be extremely overprotective with you. He would be the most delicate, gentle, loving, and protecting boyfriend you could ever have. If someone either flirts with you, or does the slightest thing to make you comfortable, you would have him there protecting you in any possible way.

: ̗̀➛That’s it. Just prepare yourself to be loved & cuddled to no end by a fool who is sick in love with you. But he would give you the proper care & attention you deserve — absolute princess treatment at all costs. 💗

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churipu · 4 months

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( OO3 ) ★ cat versus cat , choso kamo

featuring. choso kamo x reader

warnings. cursing, mentions of blood from a cat scratch, choso being such a baby bcs he wants attention, baby talking to an animal // wc: 1.9k

ENTRY ( OO3 ) OF THE "INTO THE IPINVERSE" MILESTONE

"okay, listen — you're pretty, and i'm cute..." "don't even start with me." "we'd be pretty cute together."

tags: @sad-darksoul, @sweeneyblue1, @idkuluka, @colorful-happy-shit

choso has never felt so much hatred towards a living thing — until a cat came into the picture, destroying that bubble.

in all honesty, he didn't mind cats or any other animals at all. but this cat, which he heard you nicknamed as "cashew", a large ginger tabby. who's obviously stealing the spotlight. choso couldn't believe he was actually getting his spotlight stolen away by some stray cat that you decided to take in one day.

"the cat distribution system," whatsoever as you told him.

well — he doesn't like the cat. cashew. and it probably doesn't like him back, judging from all the constant hisses, and scratches from the said feline.

"cashew, come here, baby." you cooed — and choso found himself standing by the kitchen, watching as the said animal slowly walks over to your, rubbing it's head onto your calves affectionately.

he remembered when he was your baby.

the male narrowed his eyes briefly, eyeing the cat who then hopped onto your lap. making itself comfortable before plopping down, belly exposed — pleading to be scratched, and choso scowled. he couldn't believe how you were pampering the cat who had been living under the same roof for less than a month.

choso stomps over, sitting on the vacant space next to you. and the cat was immediately on alert, it's yellow eyes following choso's every movement before breaking a loud hiss. a warning. to not get close to you.

the feline only stopped when you caressed your finger behind it's ear, and it purrs out loudly in content. tousling over on your lap like it belongs there — and after a few minutes, it looks over to choso. and looks up to you, as if saying that it's fully got your attention.

how badly choso wanted to toss the animal off your lap and laid there instead.

"who's the cutest baby, hm? yes, you are." you murmured in a high pitched voice, scratching the cat's belly lovingly. resulting in choso's bubbling up frustration, "look, cho, it's so adorable."

choso clicks his tongue, his eyes traveling from the cat to you. he didn't have the heart to tell you about it when you looked so pristine playing with the damn cat. he knew how much you love cats. from the constant showing of cat related videos from social media, or to cat motives stuffs, even cat shaped food.

you drew out your phone, snapping pictures of the cat from every different angle possible. choso damn well knew how you had a private album for the said cat, and he had seen the album before under your permission. only to conclude that he wasn't happy at how many cat pictures decorated your gallery — so sometimes, when you aren't looking, the male finds himself taking his pictures with your phone so he could put it into his folder in your gallery.

"baby," he calls out to you.

blatantly ignored. and it hurts his feelings the slightest bit; he tries to call out to you again, and you responded this time. with a soft hum, yet your beautiful e/c eyes were focused on the cat that laid still on your lap, it's paws reaching up to touch your hand.

"can you pay attention to me too?" he questioned, almost whines out at the fact that the cat— cashew —has your full attention, and the boyfriend here was choso.

"in a bit, love," you reply, leaning down onto the feline's tummy to nuzzle it lovingly, "aww, you're so cute, cashew."

the soft purr emitting from the feline for some reason, irked the male, "i need attention," he mumbles out, reaching towards you — and the cat was immediately alarmed by him, sitting straight up on your lap, eyes intently looking over to choso's hovering hand, "what're y'looking at?" he asks the cat.

the ginger tabby hisses once, making a warning to the male. and as choso hovers his hand closer, the cat swung it's paws onto his hand, scratching it — letting out one last hiss. in reflex you pulled the tabby away, looking at choso, who in this predicament, was the victim of assault to that cat.

the action offended choso greatly and he pulled his hand away, wiping the blood with his finger, "does it have any problem with me?" he mutters out angrily, looking at you.

"are you okay, cho?" you scooted closer to the male, who huffs out loudly.

"no." he murmurs, a little delighted that he's finally got your full attention now and the cat was by your other side. delicately licking it's paw, "i'm hurt."

it was a small scratch. but he can't help it, he wanted your attention. and now that he has it, he'd do whatever it takes so you could pamper him — usually, scratches don't bother him. choso would shrug it off, quoting how it was just a flesh wound.

you found yourself chuckling softly at the male's act, "usually you'd brush that off, when did you become such a big baby, cho?" choso almost. almost. pouts, but he didn't — he just leaned himself onto your body, wrapping his arms delicately around your hips.

"ever since we have a third being in this relationship." he muffled out into your stomach.

"but it's so cute, baby . . . look at it," you eyed the cat, which is now looking at you, letting out a soft meow, "aww, my baby."

choso whines softly, pulling you closer to him, not wanting to let you go back to pampering the cat, "i'm cute too." he said, looking up at you — his chin plastered to your stomach gently, "okay, listen — you're pretty, and i'm cute . . ."

rolling your eyes with a vexing smile, you replied, "don't even start with me."

"we'd be pretty cute together." choso ended.

threading your fingers against his dark hair, you tugged on it lightly, "cho, you're my boyfriend — and cashew is just, a cat. 'm not gonna replace you, baby. i promise."

the male sighs out exasperatedly, knowing he's definitely losing this battle against the feline. nodding mutely, he then said, "can't you pay attention to me too? feel like 'm not even there sometimes," he leaned his cheek onto your thigh, almost purring out as your fingers traced over his scalp gently.

"i will, baby. 'm sorry i made you feel like that," you leaned down and kissed his cheek, feeling the guilt finally washing over you as choso's eyelids slowly shut tight and he finally reigned over your lap, leaning into your touch.

"can we cuddle, please?" he asks, voice very hushed that you almost missed it.

"mhm, course we can."

do we have the attention in the room?

choso sat criss-cross applesauce in front of you and the cat, brows furrowed. fists balled on top of his thighs, watching in annoyance as you peppered the cat's face with kisses.

the male was already annoyed when he woke up from the longed cuddle only to find void by his side — you weren't there with him. you were in the living room with the cat, "'m sorry baby, cashew was crying loudly, i had to go check if something happened."

frankly, he could care less about this "cashew". but he knew, the cat was somehow doing that so you could pamper it.

the cat meows out loudly, looking at choso. it was an innocent look, anyone would swoon over that look from a cat — however, all choso felt was pure anger. as if the cat was looking at him in a mocking way, clicking his tongue, he stood up and walked away without another word. leaving you sitting on the couch as he goes back into the room.

you called out to the male in worry and looked down onto the cat, who was returning the look back at you, "'m sorry cashew, as much as i love you, choso needs me. so be a good boy and don't cry again, okay?" you mumble down, grazing it's small, plump cheek before gently moving it away from your lap.

wasting no time, you trudged over to the room. opening the door softly, peering over the door to take a look at what the male was doing — choso was planted face down on the bed, one of his bulky arm draped over a pillow, and his soft breaths were the only sound you could hear inside the room.

"cho?"

no answer.

you approached the bed cautiously, sliding onto the space beside him, "cho, i know you're not asleep."

choso shifted his head to face you, "what?"

"'m sorry, baby." you brushed his cheek with a small smile, "i can give you attention now — i promise i won't go back out there to cashew," choso hesitantly sat up, narrowing his eyes at you, "don't look at me like that, makes me feel bad."

he latches his finger onto your calves, tugging on your legs lightly before going in between them, laying his head down on your chest, "if you leave me, 'm not gonna talk to you for a week," he mumbles out softly, lips puckered out. he won't last that long.

you giggled, kissing the crown of his head with a soft hum, "okay, baby. noted," he buries his head into your chest, sighing out in content.

choso has never been the one to initiate stuff most of the time. you do. he was kind of . . . like a cat himself, so when you — the initiator, was no longer initiating things. choso grew somehow, desperate. he yearned for you, yet your attention was always on the ginger tabby.

"missed you," he whispered, looking up to meet your eyes lovingly, "missed you so much."

you raised a brow, "we live together baby," he rolled his eyes at your nonchalant reply, holding you tighter as if he's afraid that if he had let go of you right now — you'd stand up and walk back to the cat, who god knows what it's doing alone now.

"yeah, but i never got your attention." he mutters.

"my baby," you cooed down. your high pitched voice made choso's heart flutter, he was enlighted, "'m sorry you felt like that, y'have my attention now."

choso smiles softly, he didn't need anything. just you.

meow.

choso was visibly alarmed, raising his head up, he saw the ginger feline peeking it's small head over your bed. it's paw tapping the surface of your bed a couple of times before it hops up with ease, trotting over to the both of you.

you eyed the cat with a small smile, and it grazes it's head onto your upper arm. looking at choso, it walks over to the male who cringes back lightly as the cat comes closer into his view, "what does it want from me?"

choso squinted it's eyes, ready for another scratch. but to his surprise, the feline sniffed his fingers for a few seconds, with no signs of hostility before bumping it's head onto his digits. the male looks at you, "is it . . . it is cursed?"

as if the feline could understand, it hisses at choso. trotting over to the male and hopping on his back, you smiled at the scene playing in front of you, "get off of me, you . . . stupid cat."

the said cat was unbothered, yawning with a small mewl before circling around choso's back and stopped on the hollow of his back. slowly loafing on it, purring softly, "i think he's grown to like you now," you whispered, taking a picture of both choso and the cat.

choso sighs out loudly, "it's an act, 'm telling you."

"cho, give cashew a chance."

the male grumbled but let the cat lay there on his back, "okay, since you told me to."

"i love you," you laugh, kissing the tip of his nose and choso shuts his eyes again, leaning his head onto your chest.

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citruslullabies · 2 months

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Hello! So this is my first time ever doing a request so I hope it’s good! But could you do Dogday x Reader/Angel, where Angel gets injured really badly and ends up getting impaled by metal and ends up needing to get the metal ripped out and sewn up?? Maybe dogday could comfort the reader during it?? I’m so sorry if that’s too much!! Okay that’s all really have a nice day/night!

Of course sweetie!

Trigger warnings: blood, injury, near-death experience

Romantic/platonic: unspecified

Requested by: anonymous

Category: angst + fluffy end

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x injured!reader

Word count: 518

Angelic Wounds

Dogday was forever in your favor, you were his angel and his light. His dreams and his hope, he would be absolutely crushed if anything happened to you.

He was a little ways away from you, hesitant due to a gut feeling but separated so he could scrounge up whatever scarce food there was in this place for you, Poppy, Kissy Missy, and himself but he was more so looking for you three. He found a few things, he got lucky and they were in cans. One of them he was a little scared to bring back since he could tell one of the small ones got its grimy little teeth sunk into it.

The canine was storing the cans in a dingy little bag he found, leaving the busted one to thenside to just hold with his paw in case it was still any good. Couldn't be too picky when you were desperate to survive. He was peaceful until his ears practically shot off his head when he heard a scream that sounded like a bobcat, quickly looking up and looking in the direction it came from. Was it… no it couldn't be you. Right? You always handled yourself so well, it couldn't be you - but it was. He knew it and ran hot on his heels to get to you.

He found you on the floor, sobbing your eyes out with a piece of metal through your arm. You were trying to pry it off but it was heavy and deep, much to you and Dogday’s dismay. Your companion ran over to you in a hurry, panicking and holding you close. “Angel!?” He asked, looking at your arm and carefully resting his paw below the wound. “What happened!?”

“I- I don't know! It just… it just fell out of nowhere and I didn't move in time-” You said, struggling through hiccups and sobs. He nodded and understood that accidents were bound to happen, he carefully went through your backpack and got some bandages. With love and care, he tended to you just as you tended to him once before. He stitched you up, despite your cries and blood touching his fur breaking his heart he persevered and fixed you up before bandaging the stitches. He held you tightly.

While you cried from the pain, he couldn't help but cry too. He cried knowing he could have lost you if he wasn't any faster, but he also cried knowing that if he had stayed with you and listened to his gut to stay near this wouldn't have happened. He carefully rubbed you back while sitting back and having you in his lap. He never wanted to feel your blood against his paw pads, never wanted to see you cry in pain and agony while desperately trying to escape the feeling like a hopeless cat turned into road pudding.

“Shh.. shh.. Angel, it's okay. It's okay now. I'm here, and I'm not leaving you alone.” He cooed, pressing his head against yours with his big floppy ear scrunched between your faces.

A wounded angel could still fly, luckily.

Thanks for requesting!

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makeyoumine69 · 8 months

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Call Me Babydoll

— PAIRING: DBF!Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader

— SUMMARY: After eyeing Patrick Bateman — your dad's best friend — for so long, you finally have the opportunity to get him in your bed. But what are you going to do when you realize that Mr. Bateman is not as pure intentioned and chivalrous as you first thought?

— CONTAINS: Smut, Dom!Patrick, non-con that transforms into dub-con, light degradation (reader is called names), use of pet names (babydoll, little girl etc), Patrick is a fucking creep and goes down on her while her father is still inside the house, corruption kink, Daddy kink, oral (f receiving), nipple tugging/sucking/biting.

— WORDS: 2k

— SONG REC: Babydoll X The perfect girl (slowed & reverb)

— A/N: Well, I've been thinking a lot about returning to this concept, and the time has finally come. So, for now, I intend to make this a multi-chapters series, and I hope to bring all my ideas to life! Before you read this, I highly recommend you to read the intro (link below), please enjoy!

— LINKS: [INTRO]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [MASTERLIST]; [buy me a coffee]💓

Your heart was quivering in your chest like a caged bird, considering you had decided to take Bateman to your room while your father was still in the house doing something in his office.

As soon as you entered the room, Patrick hummed with amusement, hiding his hands in the pockets of his Armani pants. "Hmm, you like plushies, don't you?" He crooned, his voice filled with a strange excitement.

"It's none of your business, Mr. Bateman." You tried to avoid his provocation, ignoring the way your face blazed from within.

"It's Patrick, Babydoll," the pet name sent shivers down your spine. "'C'mon, I thought you already got that."

Cautiously, almost like a cat, Patrick approached you, his expensive cologne enveloping you like an intoxicating mist, messing with your thoughts in your head. Bateman couldn't deny that the more you got embarrassed, the more it fed his ego, his need for power, his primal desire.

"Why should I?" You rejoined him, pausing at your small bed, sensing his burning gaze between your shoulder blades.

He chuckled, so boyishly — you could even say it was quite cute, but this definition didn't really suit a man like him.

"Oh, dear," Patrick made that cocky sound again, before closing the mere distance between the two of you. "You know, I really like this little game of... pretending to be so fucking innocent and untouchable," Bateman punctuated the last words with a low titter right into your ear — damn, he was so close to you that you could feel his hot breath fanning along your skin. "But right now it's unnecessary, since I know how much of a slut you are for me."

With that, he suddenly grabbed you from behind, yanking your hair back to bring you closer, grazing your neck with his sharp fangs, and you didn't even have a chance to make a sound as his big palm was already flat on your mouth.

"Now, now, little girl," he cooed in a husky voice, his heart about to burst through his chest from the sweet smell of your soft skin. "I'm sure you want this," his free hand ran shamelessly over your chest, teasing your already hard nipples, which only made him more cheeky as he mused. "Ah, Babydoll... you want to be corrupted, you want it so badly."

Hell no, you were not ready for this — Patrick's strong arms exploring your body once again, but this time more possessively since he was sure that no one could see you now. The way you shivered in his embrace made his cock twitch, and you could feel its hardness pressing against your lower back.

"Pat-Patrick," you managed to squeak softly before he pulled you into a hot, hungry kiss, his tongue sliding masterfully against yours, giving you no chance to resist, even though you were still trying. "My father—"

"Your dear father won't hear a thing if you keep quiet," he growled against your trembling lips, his self-control about to collapse at any moment as your taste drove him crazy. "You don't want to get caught, do you?"

A sharp, almost choked moan escaped your lips as his warm hand snaked under your top to play with your swollen peak, twisting and pinching it, your legs giving way almost instantly and if Bateman hadn't held you tight, you would have just fallen flat on the floor. Almost affectionately, Patrick made you sit on your bed, the surrounding air electric with the fluids of lust and desire between the two of you.

"Jesus Christ," he purred, kneeling down next to you, the cold metal of his gold Rolex brushing against the bare skin of your thigh, the brisk contrast in temperature forcing your toes to curl from your own arousal. "You're so sweet and cute," Patrick murmured briefly before planting a barely sensible kiss on your inner hip. "And so innocent."

"We.... We shouldn't be doing this," your breath hitched with the strange, tantalizing thrill. It was frightening, yet so fucking seductive that you were not sure whether you really wanted him to stop or never to stop. "My dad would be so mad!"

His sarcastic laugh bounced off the walls of your room. "(Y/n), you're a big girl now," he rubbed invisible circles into your tender skin, teasing you as skillfully as if he could read you like an open book. "You can make your own choices," Bateman's walnut eyes were so dark now, they glittered with undisguised lust and thirst — no one had ever looked at you like that before. "Besides, you don't have to be afraid, Babydoll. Daddy will just take a look."

"Daddy?" You asked, perplexed, but then you practically bit your tongue from the sudden burning sensation in your lower abdomen as his thumb reached your throbbing clit, rubbing it through the soft fabric of your panties.

Your shy reaction elicited a mocking chuckle from his plump lips, now curled into a super-arrogant smirk. "Uh, you're shaking already, and I barely touched you," he parted your legs wider so that your skirt was now pulled up almost to your waist. "Fuck, I really like your skirt… did you buy it in a kid's store? It looks so girlish."

"Stop it!" You scolded and strove to close your legs, but his big palm wouldn't let you.

"Or what? You gonna cry and complain to your father?" Patrick leaned down to your mound, holding your thighs tightly, and without breaking eye contact, he swiped his tongue along your swollen lower lips, causing all your insides to cramp with unknown temptation. "I don't think he'd believe you, because you're just a little silly girl."

Enraged, you wanted to tell him to fuck off, but the tingling sensation of his hot tongue caught you off guard, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you found yourself as hypersensitive as you had ever been. Gently, Bateman stroked your inner thighs, never losing his grip as he expected you to try to fight again, but he knew how to make you surrender, because after all — sex was his territory and he was prepared to make you vulnerable and spread out for him.

"P-Patrick," you gasped as he did that motion again, this time more persistently, your lace panties already wet from both your juices and his spit. "I... I can't—"

"Can't form words?" He snickered against your flesh, sending vibrations right to your core. "That's okay, my dear," Bateman's silky voice only made the current situation worse, as you were on the verge of losing it now and then. "But believe me, this is just the beginning. And I'm curious, what would you say when I fuck you senseless, huh?" He paired his questions with a suck on your blushing bud, leaving the squelching sound behind. You had to tilt your head and grab the nearby pillow as you felt something pulsing in your womb, like a ticking bomb that was about to explode. "Fuck, if I keep going, I think I will get pussy addicted and your dad will really have to stop me."

With these words, Patrick stood up, only to throw away the pillow you were shielding yourself with, as he wanted to taste your hard nipples. Swiftly, he pulled up your top and growled as he saw your breasts popping out, his lips finding your little tip faster than you could even react. Whimpering softly, you grasped his head with how thirsty he latched onto your nipple, sucking it, trapping it between his sharp teeth, making you squeal every time he bit it, but as soon as he noticed your fingers tugging at his perfectly coiffed hair, Bateman finished his game with your tip, tugging it painfully before he mumbled:

"Keep your hands to yourself, Babydoll," he brushed your hands away roughly, but then he gave you a warm smile. "You didn't deserve to touch Daddy's hair, not yet."

After admiring the result of his work, Patrick looked around for a mirror to check his hair and fix his red tie. He didn't even say a word to you before he left. The oppressive silence hung in the air, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen as you found it hard to breathe. The only things you could feel were shame and disgust, but thank God that bastard decided to stop and you didn't have to tell him that you were a virgin, because you couldn't even imagine how cheeky and brazen he would get when he heard that information. Panting, you could still sense the heat of his tongue between your legs, and as soon as you tried to get up, you fell back from the strange, throbbing feeling in your core. Every single part of your body where he touched you burned as if you had been consumed by fire.

What did this devil, named Patrick Bateman, do to you? Did he just bless you with the curse of being possessed by him? What would you do now to save yourself?

So many questions, so few answers.

It had been almost an hour since your father and Patrick had been drinking, discussing their business matters, and smoking their cigars in the living room of your not-so-fancy house. Embarrassed, you struggled to act natural whenever your dad asked you to bring him something, whether it was an ashtray or another bottle of whiskey, all the while keeping a straight face and ignoring all the playful glances Bateman was casting at you.

"You know, I'm so lucky to have a daughter like (y/n)," your dad suddenly declared as you handed him his favorite whiskey. "She's such a good girl, always so helpful and kind."

"Oh, I'm sure she is," Bateman murmured, grinning devilishly and scanning your trembling form with his dark eyes. "(Y/n), can you please do me a favor and bring me a glass of water?" He winked at you after puffing on his cigar.

Paralyzed for a second, you cleared your throat before answering. "Yes, of course, Patrick."

When you spoke his name, your father almost choked on his drink. "(Y/n)! Where are your manners? It's Mr. Bateman to you."

"Uh, sorry," you stammered as you watched Patrick's tongue swirl around the tip of his cigar in a way that only you could see it. "Just having a busy day… I'll bring you some water!"

With that, you stormed out of the living room faster than the speed of light, your heart pounding so rapidly that you could hear every beat in your ears. This man, oh fuck... this man made you feel so strange... so excited... so cursed.

In the kitchen you grabbed the first glass you saw and with trembling hands you started to pour some water into it, splashing it around a bit as the only thing you could see behind your eyes was his fucking tongue flickering around his cigar. And worst of all, you found yourself thinking, if his mouth felt so good on you through your underwear, what would it feel like if you were naked?

A loud clatter of broken glass echoed around the house as you felt cramps in your lower abdomen, causing you to cling to the surface of the kitchen counter. Breathing heavily, you heard footsteps approaching, and you had no idea who they belonged to.

To your dad or to your 'Daddy'?

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update! Chapter 2 is here!💗

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rainba · 29 days

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Desperate Kairos ❤

I mentioned some of the kinks of my sillies in a previous ask, but I wanna write/expand on them just a little bit.~

For this one, I wanna focus on Kairos’ praise + worshiping kinks. ((Mostly praise.)) So... Same as always, Kairos being Kairos.

To be honest, this is kind of just me rambling lol

There are two versions here! First one is a fem darling, the second one has a male darling.

18+ NSFW, MDNI

Kairos would typically imagine himself being the one to do the worshipping, but he absolutely loves the idea of his love worshiping him, too. The thought of being praised for anything still sounds like such a foreign concept to him– so when you do it, he becomes instantly obsessed.

If you praise him once, he’ll beg you to do it some more, asking you to repeat yourself over and over just so the sentiment can settle in. And if you worship him during sex just once, he’ll do absolutely anything to have you do it again. He’ll get on his knees and plead with you, he’ll give you all of his money, draw you anything you’d like– whatever you want from him, he’ll give you it.

Just… Please, please, please, worship him again.

Let him sit on the edge of the bed with his cute cock out as you toy with him. He’ll wear whatever you want– thigh highs, cat ears, a bunny suit, literally anything. Kairos gently pets you as he begs you to praise him.

“I’m… I’m your good boy, right..? Y-you love me, right? Only me?”

Call him your master. Call him your owner. Call him an angel. Tell him he’s the only person in this world for you, and that nobody else can compare to him. Those words alone might be enough to make him cum on the spot.

“P-please, keep going,” he’ll pathetically whimper as he tries to guide your mouth to his throbbing cock, desperate for you to give it love and attention. If you tease him too much, he might grip the back of your head and force you to take his entire length at once. He’ll be apologizing while he does so, but the guilt doesn’t outweigh the carnal need to fuck your tight throat.

Part of him so badly desires for you to tell him just how much you love it. If you tell him something along the lines of, “your dick looks so tasty, so perfect,” he won’t be able to stop thinking about it for weeks after. And every time he thinks about it, he becomes incredibly hot and bothered.

Sucking on the tip and licking up and down his length will have him gripping the sheets and mewling. It just feels so, so good. He’ll beg you to kiss it as well, and he’ll also tell you to lick up the precum that’s leaking from his needy cock. Then he’d ask you if it tastes good.

And when you answer with a yes, his entire body will tense up as he stifles a high-pitched moan.

Kairos won’t make you do all the praising, though. He can’t help but praise and worship you as well.

“G-good girl, you’re… You’ll b-be a perfect wife! I… I love you s-so much!”

When he’s desperate to make you feel good, he’s always quick to use his mouth rather than his hands. He just loves to taste you– it feels so personal, so loving. He absolutely loves eating you out, but there’s also something else he loves: sucking on your breasts.

The first time you let him suck on your tits, it’s like he gets addicted. They’re so soft in his hands, and so soft in his mouth. Kairos gets all hot and shaky as he sits on your lap and loves on your tits… It’s one of his deepest fantasies coming to life.

Kairos closes his eyes in bliss as he warmly sucks and licks them, occasionally leaving tiny love bites. He moans sweetly the entire time, all while grinding his cock against your thigh. If you ever want him to stop, you basically have to force him off of you. When you push his head away from your tits, he’ll immediately dive back down and start sucking on them again while mumbling the words "n-no, please, more."

The only times he pauses is when he wants to praise you.

“Th-they’re so beautiful,” he’ll mumble as he softly flicks one of your nipples with his wet tongue. “A-and they’re mine… All mine.”

Right before he’s about to cum, he’ll ask you permission to do so.

When he genuinely wants to fuck you, though, he’ll become a reckless mess. Kairos will fervently push you into the bed and pin you down as he practically tears off your clothing. He loves all the foreplay, truly, he does– but sometimes he yearns for more. He can’t help but feel that he needs to be deep inside of your soaking wet pussy immediately.

Oh, and… Please, pretty please, praise him as he fucks you senselessly into the bed. When he’s desperate, his thrusts become messy, and his pace is inconsistent– he’s just doing what feels good at the moment- but he’s trying his best...!

All he craves is to feel your inner walls squeezing his cock and milking it dry. He desperately needs to fill your cunt to the brim with his seed.

“So warm.. So t-tight… Ah…” He harshly bites down on his bottom lip. “Please, tell me you love this… P-please.”

The more you praise him, the more erratic he becomes. His small hands will grip your shoulders as he ruts into you like crazy. He might wrap his hands around your neck and choke you instead– if you’ll let him.

“S-such… Such a perfect pussy… You’re so… So perfect.” Kairos leaves little kisses all over your chest as he keeps going.

His left hand will then reach down and lovingly rub sloppy circles around your clit. There’s nothing more he wants in the world than for you to both cum at the same time. It’d just be so romantic!

He’ll do anything to please you. He’ll do anything to be worthy of your praise.

Since he’s not that experienced, he might accidentally make you cum first– which makes him tear up, because he so badly wanted to cum in unison with you. So, if this happens, he might just end up overstimulating you until he climaxes himself.

But if he cums first..? God, he will be extremely embarrassed.

He mumbles a long line of apologies as he cums deep inside of you, panting heavily as he still tries to make you climax too.

If his hand isn’t enough, he’ll spread your legs apart and bury his face between your thighs, excitedly and sloppily eating you out. It doesn’t matter that his cum is dripping out of your pussy as he does so– in fact, he secretly likes it. He’ll try to push his cum back inside of you with his tongue as he looks up at you for encouragement.

And as a way to apologize, he’d make you cum twice, all while praising you. He’d also be thanking you for letting him fuck you.

But he’d also be begging you to forgive him.

“Y-you’re so kind to me… Y-you’re like an angel, I… I don’t deserve you,” he slowly runs his tongue over your slit as he pushes two fingers inside of you, curling them and gauging your reactions the entire time. He’s determined to memorize all of the things that make you come undone.

And Kairos also loves watching you orgasm on his fingers– the sight of it drives him crazy. Plus, it gives a tiny boost to his ego.

For weeks and weeks after that, he’ll constantly find himself replaying lewd scenes of you in his head, sometimes even drawing it on paper. Then he won’t stop thinking about how he’s gonna make you cum even harder the next time he fucks you.

(Male Darling)

Kairos would typically imagine himself being the one to do the worshipping, but he absolutely loves the idea of his love worshiping him, too! The thought of being praised for anything still sounds like such a foreign concept to him– so when you do it, he becomes instantly obsessed.

Just… Please, please, please, worship him again.

“I’m… I’m your good boy, right..? Y-you love me, right?”

And when you answer with a yes, his entire body will tense up as he stifles a high-pitched moan.

Kairos won’t make you do all the praising, though. He can’t help but praise and worship you as well.

“G-good boy, you’re… You'll be s-such a perfect husband! I… I love you s-so much!”

When he’s desperate to make you feel good, he’s always quick to use his mouth rather than his hands. He just loves to taste you– it feels so personal, so loving. He absolutely loves sucking you off. The feeling of your cock invading his small mouth is one of the best feelings ever to him. And when you choke him with it? It makes him so fucking hard. But there’s also something else he loves: sucking on your nipples and leaving marks all over your body.

The first time you let him suck on your chest, it’s like he gets addicted. Every time he leaves a small mark on your skin, it feels like he’s marking his territory. He’s letting the entire world know that you belong to him.

Kairos closes his eyes in bliss as he warmly sucks and licks your chest, occasionally leaving tiny love bites and large hickeys. He moans and whimpers the entire time, all while rubbing his cock against your thigh. If you ever want him to stop, you basically have to force him off of you. When you push his head away from your body, he’ll immediately dive back down and start sucking on your skin again while mumbling the words, “n-no, please, more. I… You look so p-perfect, covered in marks.”

The only times he pauses is when he wants to praise you.

“You’re so perfect,” he’ll mumble as he softly flicks one of your nipples with his tongue. “A-and you’re mine… All mine.”

Right before he’s about to cum, he’ll ask you permission to do so.

When he genuinely wants to fuck you, though, he’ll be a reckless mess. Kairos will fervently push you into the bed and pin you down as he practically tears off your clothing. He loves all the foreplay, truly, he does– but he craves more. He can’t help but feel that he needs to be deep inside of your tight ass immediately.

Oh, and… Please, pretty please, praise him as he fucks you senselessly into the bed. When he’s desperate, his thrusts become messy and his pace is inconsistent– he’s just doing what feels good at the moment. But he’s trying his best...!

All he yearns for is to feel your inner walls squeezing his cock. He desperately needs to fill your hole to the brim with his seed.

“So warm.. So t-tight… Ah…” He harshly bites down on his bottom lip. “Please, tell me you love this… P-please.”

“S-such… Such a perfect body… You’re so… So perfect.” Kairos leaves little kisses all over your sweaty skin as he keeps going.

His left hand will then reach down and sloppily stroke your cock, occasionally squeezing and giving extra attention to the tip. There’s nothing more he wants in the world than for you to both cum at the same time. It’d just be so romantic!

He’ll do anything to please you. He’ll do anything to be worthy of your praise.

But if he cums first...? God, he will be extremely embarrassed.

He mumbles a long line of apologies as he cums deep inside of you, panting heavily as he still tries to make you climax too.

If his hand isn’t enough, he’ll simply flip you onto your back and ease your cock into his ass, happily riding you until you cum. He tells you to just relax as he bounces up and down, a look of pure ecstasy plastered on his face.

And as a way to apologize, he’d make you cum twice, all while praising you. He’d also be thanking you for letting him fuck you.

But he’d also be begging you to forgive him.

“Y-you’re so kind to me… Y-you’re like an angel, I… I don’t deserve you,” he tightens around your cock as he tries to play with your nipples, pinching and rubbing them between his fingers. He’s determined to memorize all of the things that make you come undone.

One of his favorite things in the world is the feeling of your hot cum filling him up. It’s borderline addicting. So, please– use him all you like. He’ll worship you even more if you fuck him until he can’t move.

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atimeofyourlife · 6 months

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Cats know best

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: meet cute at work | rated: g | wc: 930 | cw: mention of animal injury and amputation | tags: pre steddie Steve is a vet tech, Eddie brings in his injured cat, who instantly falls in love with Steve.

Steve had always loved his job as a vet tech. Sure, there were the hard times when there was nothing else to be done to help an animal. But it always felt so rewarding when he knew he had made a difference in an animals life, and in the families lives. And everyday was so different, it always kept him on his toes.

He could hear the cat yowling long before he'd even walked into the room. He'd been asked to take this cat, Sabbath, for x-rays on a suspected broken leg, and the vet had warned him that the cat had hissed and swiped at her repeatedly during her examination. He entered the examination room, and on the table was a tiny, but incredibly fluffy black cat.

"This is Steve, one of our vet techs, he's just going to take Sabbath along to get those x-rays done." The vet said to Sabbath's owner.

"Hi," Steve nodded to the man, before slowly approaching the cat, with his hand outstretched for her to sniff and get used to him before he took her away. "Hi, Sabbath. Are you going to let me take you for the x-rays?"

Sabbath sniffed Steve's fingers, then, surprising everyone, rubbed against them, a loud purr filling the room. Steve scratched her ears a little. "Aren't you just the sweetest thing?"

"She never lets most people touch her. She just screams and hisses at them. And I think she's only purred for me once." Her owner, a man with long dark hair, said, sounding surprised.

"Some cats are like that. They only like very few people." The vet replied as Steve loaded Sabbath into a carrier and left the room.

Taking the x-rays was much easier than with most cats. Sabbath didn't wriggle or squirm on the table, staying exactly in the position Steve put her in, and purring every time Steve moved her. While he worked, he thought about what the owner had said. If she was really that bad with most people, he knew he would end up doing a lot of her care, but he didn't mind because she was so cute. After he was done, he popped her back in the carrier, and headed back to the room so the vet could decide the right treatment.

Sabbath's leg was broken, and pretty badly at that. So, it was agreed that amputation was the best route to take, and would be performed first thing the following morning. And, it didn't take long for her to prove that her owner's words were true. In just a few minutes, Steve saw her hiss and swipe at five other members of staff, managing to scratch one. He tried to stay close, so he could comfort or distract her as others continued to work.

"I think she needs a note on her kennel to leave all her care for you." Another tech said as Steve moved Sabbath into a kennel after administering the prescribed pain meds.

"I guess she's chosen me." Steve replied as he placed her in the bed and rubbed her ears, getting a soft purr in return.

Over the several days Sabbath had to stay in for observations, Steve ended up being pretty much her sole carer, as she would hiss at anyone else that got near her kennel. At day two after her amputation, she was making little hops so she could rub her head against Steve's face any time he opened the door. At day four, she was trying to climb onto his shoulder. Purring and chirping at him the entire time while he was trying to feed her, or clean the litter box, or administer the next dose of medication.

"I'm gonna miss you when you're gone." He said as he lifted her out of the kennel, her snuggling into his arms instantly. He was at the end of his shift, and she was scheduled to go home the next afternoon. He never normally got so attached to patients, but he had absolutely fallen in love with Sabbath. If she didn't have an owner, he would have looked into adopting her. He stroked her back and kissed her head before putting her back in her bed.

The day had come for Sabbath to go home. The vet had already gone into the consultation room, giving the owner the instructions for the care. Steve had the task of taking her through. He tried to put her in a carrier, but she struggled to stay in his arms, so he gave up and held her close, carrying the carrier with his free hand. He went to place her on the table, but she dragged herself up to his shoulder and purred in his ear.

"Uh, as you can see, she has really taken to Steve." The vet said.

"She's got good taste." The owner replied. "I- uh."

"I. It's fine." Steve said, moving closer to him, crouching down to try and get the cat off his shoulder. "Come on, don't you want to see your dad?"

Sabbath finally hopped down into her owners lap, but when Steve tried to move away, she stuck her claws into his scrub pants, holding on so he couldn't move.

"I think she's trying to tell us something. I'm Eddie." The owner- Eddie- said, trying to unhook Sabbath's paw.

"Steve. And I would definitely agree with that."

By the time Sabbath had to come back in for a check up and to have her stitches removed, Steve had become much more acquainted with her. And with her handsome owner.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #pre steddie #steddieholidaydrabbles #stranger things #atimeofyourwrites

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mobbu-min · 2 years

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☆ cat, kitty, cat ☆

summary: In which an alchemy lesson went wrong, and your favorite housewarden is turned into a kitten. Now your tasked with caring for him.

a/n: i had this idea in the middle of the night and i knew i had to do something with this idea. anyways, i want a cat so badly, it's basically a need at this point. also, no idea why the hell leona's part came out so long compared to riddles???

characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar

!tw! cursing

*you can find the other parts here! -> two, three

Riddle Rosehearts <3

“(y/n)! You gotta help us!” Ace yelled, haphazardly throwing the doors of Ramshackle open. Following him was Deuce, who looked equally distraught, carrying a bundle in his arms. Thick oven mitts on his hands and an apron covering his chest.

“Oi! Ace! What gives?” Grim complained, sitting up from his spot on your lap. Giving him calming pats, you got up and asked the gasping boy, “What’s up?”

“The H-housewarden…” he stuttered. His eyes wide with fear.

Moving to his side, you asked urgently. Already feeling stress accumulating. “What happened to Riddle?”

“I-i think it’s best if you see for yourself.” Deuce held out the red dish rag towards you.

Eyeing him suspiciously, you carefully opened the bundle. A gasp escaping your lips. Holding up the small kitten in your hands, you gushed, “A kitten!” Large gray eyes stared up at you and purred. Nudging its tiny head against your warm hand. “Awe! So cute!”

The two stared at you in disbelief and shock. Shaking his head, Ace wondered, “How is Riddle not clawing your eyes out?”

“Eh?” Turning to the kitten in your hands, you tilted it to the side and stared into its eyes for a long time. Your smile dropping the longer you stare at him, “RIDDLE!?”

☆☆☆

⋆ Riddle is definitely the smallest of the dorm leaders, but he’s also the feistiest. He has the largest gray eyes that sparkle with amazement and wonder. Really soft orange fur, that holds a reddish undertone. Compared to his normal pristine look, his fur is the total opposite, and sticks out wildly. Much to his annoyance.

⋆ He likes to hang out on your shoulders. Proudly puffing out his chest. Another favorite spot of his, is your lap while you read to him. He’s a kitty of education, so he still tries to keep up with his studies. Which never fails to make you laugh seeing a small little kitten sit so still during your classes. Because you bring him everywhere, Riddle sees this as an opportunity to make sure Ace and Deuce are paying attention during classes. The moment he sees one of the two lay his head on his desk, it’s game over for them. He’s instantly on their head, scratching at them. Crewel, and especially, Trein are impressed.

⋆ Much to his dismay, he can’t resist the urge to chase around your shoelaces. For such a sophisticated person, his favorite toy is your dirty shoelaces. He’ll chase them around for as long as you’ll humor him. Though beware, Riddle has made you trip on multiple occasions by playing with your undone laces.

⋆ Purrs? It’s soft, almost inaudible. But if you listen closely, they have this constant soothing humming. It’s a lot like his meows, just much less feisty.

“What do you mean I was a cute kitten!? I was not!- Ah! Don’t laugh at me, prefect! M-my face is not red! (grumbles) Fine, I’ll allow you to tease me, but if I hear any of this from Ace, it’s off with his head.”

Leona Kingscholar <3

Every Tuesday, you and Leona had lunch together. It was something you started to do when you were staying at his dorm. It just stuck and became a ritual for you both.

You were expecting to find him at his usual spot in the botanical garden, under the thick shade of the tropical trees, laying on the dense foliage. Sprawled out and snoring softly. Totally unaware of the world around him. Tail languidly flicking back and forth and ears twitching ever so slightly.

You were expecting that Leona. The arrogant bastard that made himself a staple in your life.

You weren’t expecting to see a small brown kitten in his place. Blissfully unaware of your intrigued stare. Crouching down, you set aside your bag and gently stroked the kitten’s soft fur. Its fur felt like the softest of clouds.

“And who are you little one? Perhaps a new friend?” You asked. Taking a seat by the kitten, you stayed silent, forgetting the lion you promised a lunch to, and stroked its fur. As expected, deep purrs verberated against its chest. You couldn’t help but coo softly. Enamored by the cuteness of the little being.

“There he is!” Ruggie’s voice caught your attention. Turning to him, you blinked in surprise at his heaving form. His hair in disarray and a large gash, not enough to scar, on his arm. He perked up the moment he saw your curious gaze, “Oh, (y/n)! You’re here too.”

“Yeah, I was waiting for Leona, but he’s not here.” You explained, gesturing towards the starry pattern cloth that held the boxes of food you prepared. Scratching behind the kitten’s ear, you sighed, “All I found was a little kitten. Cute, right?”

“I don’t think cute’s the way I’d describe him, but sure.” Ruggie sighed. Taking a seat beside you, he gestured towards the boxes. “Do you mind if I had some? I spent all of my lunch searching for Leona.”

“Absolutely! Taking care of Leona is a chore.” You laughed.

“Tell me about it.” Just as Ruggie was about to reach for the boxes, the brown kitten pounced on his hand. Clawing at his skin. With a shout, Ruggie attempted to catch the kitten by its scruff. Only to miss as the kitten climbed up his arm, “Argh! Leona! Get off me!”

Quickly, you caught the kitten by its scruff and dangled it in the air. Staring at it, you asked the disinterested kitten, “What’s your deal, kitty?” Setting it on your lap, you checked up on Ruggie, “Are you alright? I didn’t expect kitty to react that way.”

“I’m fine,” Ruggie hissed, rubbing the red marks on his arm and hand. “Sheesh, I guess that’s what I get for stealing Leona’s food.”

“What?”

Pointing to the kitten idly licking its paw, he yawned, “That’s Leona.”

You and the kitten, now known as Leona, stared at each other. Lazy green eyes blinking before settling himself on your lap. With a little yawn, he fell back to sleep. His little claws digging into your pants, just like normal Leona would tighten his grip on you to prevent you from moving.

“Oh?”

“That’s really all you have to say!?”

☆☆☆

⋆ As expected, Ruggie left Leona to you. Saying he was too much work and that you already had a good handle on regular Leona, so it was a no brainer.

⋆ Leona is definitely the biggest kitten out of the seven, and by that I mean, he’s long??? Idk how to explain it, but anyways- his fur is brown and is incredibly soft. Like really fuckin soft. And he has the prettiest green eyes. Like pretty, pretty. Overall, he’s like one of those cats you’d see on the top of pinterest.

⋆ He doesn’t really play with toys and spends the majority of his time napping. Pretty much anywhere, but prefers to nap on or near you. He’s favorite spot is cradled in your arm or in your sweater/coat that’s tucked into your pants. Which is conveniently Grim’s favorite spot, so there was so much drama between the two. Total drama queens.

⋆ To get your attention, he does the thing cats do and shoves things to the ground. Homework? Papers are scattered everywhere, now he’s in its spot demanding pets. Cups of water? The floor was thirsty, now cradle him. Grim? Well it’s Grim, Leona’s now your cat sidekick.

⋆ Leona likes to hunt like any cat. So he’ll leave sometimes during class or whatever you're doing and come back and plop a whole ass chipmunk or big-ass bug on your lap. You’re confused and desperately trying to scream out loud and Leona’s smug as fuck. Now praise him.

⋆ He does that thing where cats will run around the house at night then jump on his owner. Maybe it’s his kitten youthfulness, but he hasn’t felt this energized in years and you're absolutely baffled that he’s capable of running.

⋆ Lazy kitten with attitude problems sums Leona up pretty well.

“-yawn- Sit down, so I can take a nap. What do you mean I’m too heavy? You did perfecting fine when I was a kitten, herbivore. Now quiet and let me rest…oi, be careful with the ears. I might pounce on ya.”

disclaimer: pictures are not mine

#riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twisted wonderland hcs #twisted wonderland x reader #twst headcanons #twst x reader

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comicaurora · 6 months

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Congratulations on finishing Arc 1! I've been following this comic since pretty much the beginning (I remember when everyone thought Alinua was a cat girl because of how her ears looked under her hood). This comic has come a long way since then, and it's been a pleasure and inspiration to watch your journey!

So with Arc 1 done, how do you feel? Any thoughts about the early days of the comic, or some lessons you've learned? What are you most looking forward to in Arc 2?

(Side note- thank you for Erin. My brain chews on him regularly and I gave a presentation on him in speech class. He brings me immense joy)

Whoof! I feel like it's slowly sinking in, tbh. I'm pretty bad at appreciating my own accomplishments - I have a tendency to Fire And Forget to avoid getting bogged down by "oh I'd have done this better now" or "eek I don't like how I did that" or "oh no this aged badly" or "what if I just redid it but Better this time" - but I've gotten better at accepting all those things as Not The End Of The World and they do not make me a Bad Artist or Bad Person, and as a result, I'm able to look back and just be happy about this one. It's an odd feeling.

At some point in the last several chapters I decided the ending of Arc 1 needed to feel like a conclusion. Not a full series finale, but a season finale. Character arcs needed to hit points of resolution; setup needed to pay off; cool moves needed to get some airtime. It's not in my nature to end stories, but as I worked on this arc I got comfy with the idea that an ending wasn't mechanically locking in the last part of a story and saying Nothing Past This Point, it was resolving the major elements of the story that cried out for completeness. Stories can have many endings before they're actually done, and in order for Arc 1 to feel like a complete thing, I knew it needed to bring those dangling plot threads home.

The fun thing about resolving chunks of the plot is those resolutions open the door for entirely new problems, and I'm excited to play with those! Part of why I wanted to make sure I had the rest of the year off was so I could take my time and just sit in the new status quo, because freeform creative idea-spinning is my favorite part of the writing process, and it's a rare treat for me to have such a wide-open swath of possibility ahead of me.

#asks #aurora #writing stuff #behind the curtain

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blueicequeen19 · 11 months

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Well Played

Warnings: JJ being mean at a party, teasing, orgasm denial, edging

My hands tighten on the edge of the sink just as a firm, warm body presses against my back. The distinct feel of a hard cock nestles in between my ass cheeks in my dress. I bite my lip to ground myself but heat floods my body and his breath hits my neck, sending goosebumps down every limb.

“I can’t stop thinking about what your pussy would feel like.” He rasps into my hair, running his nose through my hair as his arms cage me in on either side.

“I can’t stop thinking about what Rafe would do to you if he saw you this close to me.” I mutter cooly, although every inch of me is alive and buzzing.

“Do you think Rafe fucks you better than I could?” JJ growls, one of his big hands finding my waist and squeezing. I try not to shudder as his hand slides higher and higher until he’s cupping my breast.

“Definitely better.” I bite out, swallowing the lump in my throat as he tweaks my nipple over the thin cup of my dress.

“Somehow I doubt that’s true.” His deep, sexy voice has my clit throbbing painfully, making me squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache. He pinches my nipple and I whimper, my hold tightening on the sink.

“Is that tiny little thong you’re wearing nice and wet? I could take care of that for you.” I shake my head, unable to form words as he teases me. I look down to watch as his hand descends back down my body to fist the material of my dress and allowing his hand to disappear underneath. I jerk when his hand meets my thigh, slipping higher until he strokes my clit over my thong.

“I don’t like you.” I blurt, attempting to squeeze my thighs together but it doesn’t stop his movements.

“You don’t have to like someone to want them inside you.” JJ whispers, stroking me until I feel my arousal down my thighs. I couldn’t deny how shamelessly wet I was. It was pouring out of me.

Still though, the thin, soaked material of my thong was acting as a barrier and I needed more. I needed to feel his skin on mine. I needed his fingers inside me, driving me mad from the inside out. I’d never begged someone to make me cum but I just might. I know his movements are calculated and deliberate. He wants me to beg.

“You do want me inside you. Don’t you?” JJ’s teeth ghost along the shell of my ear and I shudder hard, pressing my hips forward as a silent invitation for him to keep going.

“I bet this pussy would choke the life out of me. And I’d thank her for it.” He all but hisses in my ear, sliding his finger past the slick barrier of my thong and teasing my entrance. My entire body trembles, desperate for more. I’m right on the edge of an explosive climax and he’s still teasing me.

“I—I—.”

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Would you rather it be my tongue?” He chuckles against my neck, nearly making me whimper as he finally — FINALLY — sinks his finger in to the first knuckle.

“Fuck.” I sigh, rolling my hips forward in hopes of getting him deeper but he pulls back, continuing to deny me.

“I can feel how close you are to the edge, baby. One hard thrust from me and you’d break.” I shudder as his tongue finds the sweet spot behind my ear, his thumb pressing on my swollen clit while his finger only stays one knuckle deep.

“Mmm.” My bottom lip quivers, the urge to beg for my release ready to slip from me when he suddenly withdraws his hands, leaving me empty and needy. He places a quick peck to my cheek before grabbing the bottle of liquor on the counter, pressing my body firmly against the counters edge.

“Now you know what it’s like for me whenever I’m around you. To be strung so tight you can’t think or breathe. How you need to cum so badly you’re willing to do anything to get it.” He growls against my neck, grinding his hard cock again my ass.

“Too bad I don’t give a fuck about what you want. I hope you’re as pissed and frustrated as I am. And when Rafe can’t get you off, don’t come crawling back to me. I don’t give a fuck about you or your lousy apology.” JJ pushes away, disappearing back outside just as my knees give.

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #obx2 #jj maybank imagine #rudy pankow #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj obx #outer banks x reader #dark!fic #tw dark content #dark!rafe cameron #outer banks fanfiction #blueicequeen19

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bigbadvoxbox · 4 months

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AHHH, oh my god those Lucifer pegging headcanons were absolutely SCRUMPTIOUS (Same anon btw, hi!!) absolutely adored them. He’s been rotting in my brain since he first showed up on screen my goodness, anyway!! I have so many dirty thoughts about him, how about Lucifer smut with reader who’s been edging the poor baby for hours and he’s all whiny and needy and pathetic and begging for his mommy to let him cum like the needy little slut he is :(, thank youuu!! - 🪲

Lucifer x Transmasc reader

warnings: edging. degradation + praise. lucifer is a sub, power bottom at best. he's a whiny baby (but we love it). pegging. mention of selling his soul.

Here he was, the big bad King of Hell himself, writhing beneath you, his chest arching up against yours as he whined pitifully.

"Awh. Poor baby." you feigned pity at the state Lucifer was currently in, pouting mockingly.

It had been hours. So many long, excruciating hours, of being brought right up to that edge, right on the precipice of ecstasy, only for all of the sensations to stop and send Lucifer tumbling back down the way he came. Each time he was brought back down from his near-release, his body began to ache more and more. His nerves were on fire, aching, begging, screaming for the orgasm he craved so badly. His eyes bubbled with tears as his lower lip trembled, whining and groaning about how "Please, please I can't- I need you to- fuck, please."

His tip was beginning to blush slightly red as drops of precum began to dribble down the length of his dick, not only was his body being stimulated by your hand around his cock, but also by your strap inside him, your hips alternating back and forth between a rough, quick pace that knocked the breath from his lungs, and an oh so slow pace that had him squirming with the need for more.

His pale skin was now marked with hickeys and bites, not only an expression of love, but a display of dominance, of possessiveness. Each kiss you pressed gently to his skin had him pulling such a sweet face for you, an expression so fucking pathetic yet so cute, like a puppy begging for a treat. You knew exactly what he wanted, and would you give it to him? That was for you to know and him to find out.

"Does it feel good?" You asked. He nodded frantically, failing to even speak through his pants and cries of pleasure. That wasn't good enough for you. Your pace became agonisingly slow, and he could feel your strap slowly caressing every sensitive spot inside of him. It was practically torture. "I need words, Luci." you said, your voice softening to a whisper as you used the sweet nickname you knew he loved, even if he wouldn't admit it. "Come on. Be a good boy for me, yeah?" you coaxed him, enough for him to force out the words you were looking for.

"Yes! Fuck- it- it feels good." He answered. He was almost immediately met with a harsh slam of your hips against his ass, your strap filling him so deliciously that it had him clawing at the sheets beneath him. As you began to fuck into him fast enough to leave him breathless, your hand matched its speed, jerking him off with a somewhat sadistic grin across your face.

Your lips crashed together, with you feeling the vibrations of his desperate voice against your skin. The kiss was fuelled by passion, and lust. This kind of affection was enough to have Lucifer melting beneath you, whining against your lips.

"So whiny, baby. Whats'a matter? Wanna cum, is that it?" you grinned like a cheshire cat at your question, hearing him cry out in response.

"Yes! Please!"

"Hm... I dunno, sweetheart. How about we make a deal?" You asked, before your voice dropped to a sinister whisper as you leaned in, close enough for him to feel your breath on his ear. "For your soul." you said. The gasp you pulled from his lips was almost comical, and you couldn't help but chuckle meanly as you caressed his cheek. "I was only joking, sweet face, but... do you like the sound of that? Me owning your soul? You being my pretty toy for all eternity? Hm?" Your teasing was no doubt getting him riled up, evident in the look in his eyes - that look of arousal on his face.

You then noticed something, the way he gripped the sheets slightly tighter, his breath hitching in his throat, and the way his legs began to tighten around your waist. He was getting close. Again.

"Beg." you commanded.

Almost immediately, Lucifer began to cry out, his voice frantic with desperation.

"Please! I need you to- keep going! I'll be a good boy, so please!- Fuck! Don't stop!"

His begging seemed to appease your inner sadist, especially seeing the tears in his eyes, that rolled down his previously pale cheeks, now turned red with the heat of your passion.

"Suuuuch a good boy." you praised as your hips kept their brutal speed, pushing him closer and closer to his long-awaited orgasm.

When it finally came, when he finally came, it was almost like he was seeing Heaven. (pun intended)

His body trembled as his jaw dropped, an unholy wail of a moan leaving his lips at the pure bliss that was like lightning, striking across every nerve in his body. His back arched as his cum squirted into a mess over his stomach, poor baby definitely was denied so much, but now he was getting exactly what he wanted. A string of blasphemous curses followed his orgasm, as his eyes screwed shut tight. His voice was loud and unashamed, just the way you wanted it to be. His aching cock was finally getting relief, as you used your hand to milk it of all he had.

The aftershocks of his orgasm left Lucifer quaking beneath you, his mouth hanging open, not only in awe, but also out of exhaustion. You couldn't help but chuckle as you placed gentle kisses over his neck, and jaw.

"You did so good for me, sweetheart. You're my good boy, aren't you?" You praised him, receiving only a soft whine in reply as you pulled your strap from inside him.

"My poor good boy just be so tired out after that. Let's get you all cleaned up." you told him, voice now losing all of its sadism as you carefully held his cheek in your hand, caressing it with your thumb.

You knew this would definitely become a more regular occurrence, the look on his face driving you wild, it was too good to give up any time soon. Lucifer seemed to notice this, and honestly? He couldn't say he was opposed to the idea. After being edged for so long, his orgasm had felt 10 times more powerful than any regular orgasm, and he knew it would become a feeling he'd be craving again very soon.

AND THATS IT

(that was hot if i do say so myself)

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY FOR YOU ANON TY FOR THE REQUEST

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer #lucifer x reader #x reader #voxbox

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theemissuniverse · 8 months

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“PLAYING WITH FIRE” RAIDEN X VILLAIN FEM!READER

SUMMARY : You’re one of the villains (you’re also obsessed with Raiden) and you want Raiden all to yourself. When you see Kitana flirting with him, it’s the last straw. (I guess you could call reader a yandre)

WARNINGS : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! praise kink, soft!dom, dirty talk, “good boy”, some other things I probably missed

You didn’t care if you were the villain in his book. You wanted him. You needed him. And you would have him.

Flirting with Raiden was always interesting. He would stutter or simply tell you that he was not interested because YOU are the antagonist. You knew that wasn’t true. You knew he wanted you as badly as you wanted him but his morals were aligned.

You decided to give it a rest. That was until you spied on the royal family and you saw Kitana flirting with YOUR man.

Her hand brushed up against his shoulder slightly. She laughed at every joke. Every joke. Even the unfunny ones. The last straw? She kissed him on the cheek.

Oh it was over.

So, you wrote a note to Raiden saying that Kitana had been captured and for him to come alone to your location.

Raiden followed the instructions. He was tired of this cat and mouse game you two played. He couldn’t understand why you couldn’t leave their lives alone.

He walked through your mansion and went to the room. When he opened it, he saw you in your green lingerie set.

Raiden sighed, now understanding what you were doing. “Really, (Y/N)?” You didn’t say anything. You simply stood up from the bed. “So you didn’t capture Kitana?”

The crazy in you started to come out. You were a witch. So, with your emotions, you made some plates crash into the wall. Raiden jumped slightly. “Why? Do you want her to be here?”

Raiden shook his head at your crazy antics. “You’re unbelievable.” He turned to walk out the room but with your power, you slammed the door closed.

All the candles in the room lit up and some slow music started to play by itself. Raiden was not scared as he knew you wouldn’t hurt him. He was just annoyed.

He was annoyed because he did have an attraction to you and he did have very dirty thoughts about you. He didn’t want it to be known though. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction. “Whatever you think is going to happen, (Y/N)…is not going to happen.” He said, now facing you. He walked over to you, closer to the bed. “You failed. Again.”

All you did was smile. That was scary to him because usually you would say something snarky. You just stared deep within him.

Raiden started to feel a tingly sensation. His chest started to heave up and down. It felt like someone was sucking him off even though obviously no one was. He moaned a little and that’s when he realized you were doing some spell on him.

Raiden sat on the bed, unable to stand from how much pleasure he was receiving. You bent down to his level so you could whisper in his ear. “I’m making you feel this way without even touching you. Can your precious princess do that?”

You sat on his lap. Raiden was trying to control himself but his desire for you and the pleasure he was receiving was all too much. You started to kiss his neck and Raiden moaned. “That’s all this is about? You’re jealous?” Raiden managed to let out a chuckle. “Even if you do have me, what do you think will happen afterwards?”

“If? I will.”

Raiden was about to say something but the spell started to become stronger. “Oh my…” He fell back on the bed and continued to moan in pleasure.

You watched Raiden fall apart underneath you and smirked. “Why do you enjoy playing hard to get? I understand. I’m the big bad wolf but you want me. Otherwise the spell wouldn’t be working.”

It was true. The spell could not force people that didn’t feel attraction to you. If they already wanted you then the spell would work. Maybe work too good if they wanted you badly.

Raiden didn’t want to admit it though. That would just give you the satisfaction of having him. He didn’t think he could do this for much longer.

You played with the buttons on his shirt and started to undo them: “Say the word and I’ll finally give you your wish.”

Yup, Raiden couldn’t do it anymore. He needed you. Even though he’d probably regret it afterwards. “Okay, okay. I need you. I need you, (Y/N).”

You smirked and lifted to spell. Raiden no longer felt the tightness in his chest anymore. “I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll cry.” You told him.

What surprised you was the first thing Raiden did was grab the back of your neck and kiss you. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

The kiss was a hunger full and sloppy. You took the hat off Raiden’s head and threw it to the side of you two so you could play in his hair.

Raiden flipped the two of you. He took off your underwear in one swift motion. Then licked his fingers before rubbing your clit.

You were already wet for him so it was easy for him to rub your clit in circles. You gasped at the sudden feeling and threw your head back.

Raiden kissed your neck as he rubbed your clit in circles. You didn’t want this foreplay. You wanted him now.

You pushed his hand away. “I want you now, Raiden.”

Raiden stuck two fingers in your pussy to check if you were ready but you were a little tight on his fingers and not wet enough. “You’re not ready.” He told you before going back to rub your clit.

I guess the upside and downside for you was that Raiden actually cared for your pleasure and if you would get hurt.

You felt him rubbing in fast motions and you decided to preform the spell again on Raiden so Raiden wouldn’t get left out.

Raiden grunted at the feeling of tightness coming back to him. “Cut it out. I’m trying to focus on you.”

You brought him to your lips and kissed him. Raiden accepted your kiss, keeping his pace on your clit.

You moaned very loudly in the kiss as Raiden was starting to already make you feel close. You tried to push his hand away. “I’m about to cum.”

Raiden ignored you pushing his hand away and kept going. You didn’t want to cum on his fingers. You wanted to cum when he was inside of you. “Raiden, okay. I want you inside of me.”

“Take the spell off and I’ll stop.”

You hurried, taking the spell off and when Raiden felt the tightness disappearing, he stopped rubbing your clit.

He stuck his fingers in your pussy again to check if you were ready and this time you were.

You helped Raiden take his shirt off. When you did, you couldn’t help but stare at his chest. His whole body was built like it belonged in an art museum:

Raiden noticed your staring and blushed a little before removing his pants and underwear.

You flipped the two of you over so you were on top. Raiden held onto your hips and guided you on him. You slowly slipped on him and moaned as he stretched you out.

Raiden grunted a little before clinging onto your hips tightly. You didn’t wait to adjust. You just started to move on him.

Moans slipped out your mouth. You rode him like you’ve been waiting forever. Raiden had to admit he had waited for this too.

Your pussy clenched good around Raiden, making him throw his head back. “By the gods, (Y/N).”

“Aw, you like it, honey? You like it when I ride you? You’re such a good boy.” Your hands were placed on his chest and you started to bounce on him harder.

Raiden moaned. He watched as your breasts started to pop out of your bra. The mere sight of that made him want to cum on the spot. “You feel so good.” Raiden made sure he had a good hold of your hips before starting to fuck up into you.

You yelled out in pleasure, not expecting that. Your pace began to slow up as Raiden continued to fuck up into you like it was no problem.

Raiden noticed you slowing your pace. He got the hint that you were actually very submissive and you liked to play you were dominant.

He flipped the two of you over so he was on top of you. Raiden gave you a kiss to talk to you on the lips. It was like he was telling you to “get ready.” He placed both hands at both sides of your head and then mercilessly started to ram into you.

Your mouth fell into an “O” shape. You had no idea that Raiden could be this rough. You shut you eyes in pure pleasure as Raiden continued to fuck you like he hated you.

Raiden wasn’t used to having sex like this but he knew you liked it so he kept going. He had to admit, he liked it too.

It was an overwhelmingly amount of pleasure. You had to place a hand on Raiden’s chest to get him to move.

Raiden took your hand and pinned it to the bed. He also made sure to pin your other hand so you couldn’t use that one to escape.

“Raiden. I can’t.”

“Can’t what?” Raiden kept going at his same pace. “This is what you wanted. You wanted this and now you got it.” You were so wet that your pussy started talking. Raiden chuckled a little and kissed the top of your breasts. He had to admit, he was enjoying himself. Usually you were the dominant one in the relationship but you were actually so submissive to him.

Raiden felt himself getting close. He was still a gentleman though and wouldn’t cum unless you came before him or at the same time. “Are you close?” You couldn’t even speak, you nodded. “Use your words.”

“Yes.” You moaned out.

“Me too. Where do you want it?”

“Inside of me. Please.”

Raiden probably was going to regret it but you looked so good that he couldn’t deny your request. He picked up your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist so he would be forced to cum inside of you.

“You talked all that talk and you’re about to fall apart underneath me.” Raiden told you. He caressed your face lightly. He watched your eyes well up with tears. “What did you say again? You’d make me feel so good I’d cry?” He wiped some of your tears away. “Aw, don’t cry love. You’re almost there.”

Raiden talking to you made you want to cum even more. He picked up on that you liked when he talked to you so he kept doing it. “I’ve waited so long to bury myself in you and now you’re about to have all of me.”

You were about cum hard but wanted to wait for Raiden. You pressed on his chest again. “Raiden. Wait.”

Raiden did not let up on his pace. “Didn’t you want this? You wanted me to do this to you so take it.”

“I want you to cum first.”

“Too bad.” Raiden took your hand and instead of pinning it to the bed, he interlocked your fingers together and then pinned it to the bed. “Love, if you have to cum then cum already. I’m not stopping you.”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You started to say incoherent things and Raiden kissed your neck. He didn’t stop his fast pace and rode out as you came on him. “I know, I know. Let it all out. You got this.”

You came very hard on him. Raiden grunted as he felt your pussy clench on him. His pace started to become sloppy. “(Y/N).”

You realized he was actually talking to you, not moaning. “Yes?”

“If I cum inside of you, we’re doing this again. I don’t want to ever stop.”

You didn’t know if that was just the sex talking or if he actually meant it but you nodded. “Okay.”

“I’m cumming. Oh, (Y/N).”

Raiden came inside of you hard. You held on to him with your legs to make sure every drop got inside of you. When he was done, he pulled out and then fell beside you.

Raiden didn’t expect him to act like that during sex. I mean, he didn’t think he went overboard but it still wasn’t like him. He nervously looked up at you. “You liked it right?”

You smiled at him. Then gave him a peck on the lips. “You’re the best I ever had.”

Raiden pulled you close to him. “I meant what I said, I want to keep doing this but we can’t tell anyone. Lord Liu Kang will never forgive me.”

“Welcome to the dark side.” You tell Raiden. The two of you leaned in and kissed each other.

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starlitmark · 10 months

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Summary: Making your boyfriend just a little jealous seemed like fun. Wooyoung was game. You just we're prepared for the consequences of your actions. Pairing: Yeosang x fem!reader Genre: smut Tropes: established relationship Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warning: jealous sex, strength kink, dirty talk Word Count: 725 Note: for the Tarot Card Drabble Event Requested by: @smallfrye

The Hermit ➾ jealous sex, sex after a fight

He knew you were doing this to get a rise out of him. It was working. You had absolutely no other reason to be this touchy with Wooyoung. Your hands constantly touching his best friend in one way or another gets under his skin just enough that his jaw is clenched as his eyes stay trained on you from across the room.

You lean in when you notice Wooyoung trying to tell you something. You make eye contact with your boyfriend as you let your hand snake up and wrap around Wooyoung’s shoulder, your fingertips playing with the hair on the back of his head.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” Wooyoung lilts, “What’s got you playing this game?”

“Just thought it could make for a fun night. Won’t you play along?”

Wooyoung snakes a hand around your waist, “You’re worse than me,” he teases, “I am not taking any responsibility for the repercussions you’re about to experience.”

You chuckle slightly and lean in closer so your lips are barely brushing against the shell of his ear. Yeosang’s eyes are on the pair of you. You know they are without even looking over at him. You pull away a moment later and start dragging your friend toward where everyone uses the living room as a makeshift dance floor. You don’t get very far, though, Yeosang stops dead in front of you. You hear Wooyoung try to stifle a laugh behind you before letting go of your hand.

“Told you I wouldn’t take responsibility for the repercussions of your actions.” he sing-songs, “Please make sure she’s able to walk by noon tomorrow. We have a scheduled lunch together.”

With that, Wooyoung disappears into the house party crowd, and you’re left there standing with your clearly annoyed boyfriend. You don’t say anything at first. You knew you were getting under his skin but didn’t realize how badly it got to him. Yeosang places a hand gently under your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“You’re really trying to be on your worse behavior today, huh?” he says, almost too calmly.

“Yeo-”

“You’re lucky Wooyoung convinced me to have the party here, not at Yunho’s place. Poor Yunho would’ve had soiled sheets on his bed. It would’ve been all your fault too.”

You don’t dare respond now.

“Cat’s got your tongue, angel?” he asks condescendingly, “Let’s head to our room, shall we?”

You simply nod, turning to walk through the sea of bodies toward the stairs that lead to the bedrooms. Yeosang is right behind you with a hand on the small of your back, a small but firm reminder that you are about to get your ass handed to you. The moment Yeosang gets you in his bedroom, you’re pressed flat against the closed door. Yeosang is not but three inches from your face. His dark hair falls in his eyes as his gaze searches for any true discomfort in you. When he finds none, he captures your lips in a searing kiss. There are very vague undertones of gentleness, but it’s very well masked by the need to remind you whose girlfriend you are.

Clothes disappear in a flurry of motion and kisses. Before you know it, you find yourself pinned face-down ass-up on your boyfriend’s bed. Your eyes brimmed with tears as he pounds into you relentlessly.

“Yeosang, please,” you beg; for what, you have no idea.

A deep chuckle resonates from his chest, giving a sharp thrust, “Please, what?”

Before you can respond, he pulls you out of you and manhandles you onto your back. You see the lustful rage in his eyes. You reach up toward him, hoping to lace your fingers through his dark locks. Instead, he takes one of his hands and grips both your wrists in it, effectively pinning them above your head. He pushes back into you a moment later, making you let out a strangled moan.

“You think Wooyoung could fuck you like I can? Hmm?”

“No,” you all but shout, “only you, you’re the only one who can fuck me like this. Fuck, Yeosang! Let me cum, please!” you beg again.

Again he pulls out, making you whine at the recession of your orgasm again.

“You think I’m gonna let you cum that easily?” he teases, “You have a long fucking night ahead of you.”

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serafimkrex · 1 year

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Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke x “tired of all y’all’s bull shit” S/O

Warnings: none 😦⁉️

tanjiro

HDJSBDJSND AUGHSHSHD

Yeah no he’s actually tired this time too

you both pulled Inosuke and Zenitsu away from each other like they were feral cats

Inosuke actually hissed at Tanjiro, funnily enough

you asks one of the girls to make tea for you both, and then sits in a bed, sipping it with you.

he knew you were tired right off the bat, and promises to tend to you! He actually put in a daisy to your tea as it symbolizes love (he felt roses would be too cliche)

he holds your hands tightly and warmly, and listens to your breathing,

he doesn’t want to talk just yet, afraid he may say the wrong thing

luckily, you talk first

”I really love you.” You whisper, before taking your hand away from his to rub your aching and pounding forehead.

“i love you too.” He whispers. “do you want me to cover the windows? dim the sunlight?” Tanjiro asks, already making his way to cover the windows with cloth. You nod as he does this, smiling at him before your eyes water

Fuck your tired.

your own body is telling you to just close your eyes.

tanjiro makes his way to the bed with you, hugging you from behind, arms around your waist

zenitsu

“y/n!!” He whines, searching around the butterfly mansion. He finally finds you, on the floor of a room, stretching.

he walks to you, tears in his eyes, wailing. “Inosuke beat me up!!!!!!!!” He yells, extending the “uh” sound “up”

“oh? I’m sorry baby.” You say looking up at him, as he’s standing. Your eyes are droopy, but you’re still scanning him for any actual injuries. His face cheeks (felt the need to specify he wasn’t spanked) are red from being slapped by inosuke

you almost chuckle, but you’re too tired to make fun of or poke at him

”does your head hurt? I Can get you ice for your head.” You say, monotonely, standing up and looking around

usually, Zenitsu would nod and mewl, wanting to rest his head in your lap and have you tend to him

but you sound like a zombie

”y/n…? What’s wrong?” He asks, wiping his tears. “I’m fuckin’ tired, in all honesty. The past 2 days you’ve been yelling in my ear, and me and Tanjiro have been having to pull you out of Inosukes arms a—“ you rant, before looking over at him

god he’s such an ugly cute ass bitch you want to slap him so badly (lovingly)

you walk over to him, rather than where the ice is to hug him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I uh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as usual! I Can tend to you this time…! Hey! We can cuddle!” Zenitsu responds

you nod, before getting ice for his head, and then putting it on his head, he keeps making attempts to kiss you, so you let him, kissing his forehead.

”I’ll be quiet today, okay??” Zenitsu says, not wanting to further agitate you

”haha, that doesn’t depend on you, Zenitsu… depends on whether or not Inosuke decides like beating you again.”

but he tries. for you. to avoid Inosuke. Resting with you the whole day

At least til Inosuke finds him.

inosuke

Honestly… he doesn’t realize you’re tired at first. He jumps at you, hugging you extremely tightly. Blabbing about how he just beat up Zenitsu—

you make a mental note to check up on Zenitsu later

”Y/N! Y/N!!! Are you even listening to me?!” Inosuke’s about to go on a long tangent about how much he does for you, and how he’s a king, and you should be more respectful, like how you usually are,

but a quick kiss on his nose stops him, he smiles giddy, and kisses your lips quickly

”Fine! I’ll show you mercy.” Inosuke huffs, slouching over as he processes the fuzzy feelings in his chest before standing up straight again.

he’s ready to rant again

”stupid blond was—!!!”

”Inosuke, I’m tired, baby.” You coo softly, your muscles ache from all the fighting and all the yelling from traveling with the group…

you honestly just want to find Tanjiro and enjoy a quick warm tea with him

Inosuke laughs at you, suggesting that training will help! he quickly begins to stretch, and forces you onto your ass as he kicks behind your knees.

his roughhousing manages to get you to stretch, and you feel a little better

at least until Inosuke suggests you finally train

”honey, honey, I want to rest??” You say, trying to persuade him.

He scoffs, and lets you. Depending on if you’re in the house or outside, he leads you to a couch or makes a grass cushion for you to lay on. He’s eating 🍙 as you sit down and rub your tired eyes

he suggests giving you a massage

its something youve done for him when he’s a lil too excited

but you reject, knowing he’d break your rib or something

“next time, dear.” You say, with a yawn

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