#shamelessly begging for scraps

[zarahjoyce]

...does anyone have the King of Kings photobook and is it true that it has YannHyme content?????

#kingohger #shamelessly begging for scraps #first time thinking of buying a photobook but it's SOLD OUT #a friend at X told meeeeee

[andysorbit]

minors, fuck off.

pairing: boyfriend!Jaehyun x fem!reader

genres: smut, light fluff

warnings: breeding kink, spit kink, riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation

summary: Jaehyun fucking you into his mattress while he's torn between giving into the breeding kink you both have. did he say he'd pull out because he didn't have time to put a condom on? yes. did you agree while silently hoping that he'd lose himself in it and forget to pull out? of course you did and now you're begging the universe to gift this to you.

author's note: hi I chose violence!! yes this was accidentally posted like 5 days ago when it was a mere 20 sentences at best and I accidentally deleted my progress a bunch of times. I was gonna just scrap it but... idk this one wouldn't leave me alone and I had to finish it. it started off as a drabble and snowballed into this. also it's not proofread. @calibabii21 told me about Will Downings cover of I Can't Help It by Michael Jackson and that's how this ended up getting done

feedback is always appreciated

♡

you're too shy to tell him that but oh God do you pray that it happens. you squeal wildly, so excited to feel his thick cock stretching your walls mercilessly and making you tremble shamelessly. the lewd squelching sound of his cock driving deep into you doesn't make it any easier for him to fight off the need to soak your walls with his cum. he furrows his brow and sucks in a strangled breath through his gritted teeth.

"gonna fucking cum, baby. you feel so fucking good taking my dick baby girl. keep taking it, baby. keep taking it just like that. you have no fucking idea how bad i wanna give you every drop of my cum, baby- tell me where you want it and I'll give it to you. tell where you fucking want it, baby. fucking tell me," he groans frantically. his sweaty skin is flushed pink and you gasp when he kisses you again; pushing his hair away from his sweaty forehead. he's throwing the line out and you're definitely gonna take it. maybe you'll both regret it but right now, you don't really care and he'd look cute holding a baby.

"don't pull out, Jae. please, please, please... oh my God, Jae, please," You babble out; eyes watering as you clench around him. he picks up his already frantic pace and slams into you as hard as he can; voice raising in pitch and eyes searching yours for any signs of the apprehension that he fucked out of you much earlier on.

he chuckles, "I wasn't gonna pull out... you know that. gonna give you what you deserve, right, baby? been such a- fuck... such a fuck... such a good fucking girl. you deserve this. my girl deserves a reward, yeah?" he pants as his lips catch yours.

"yes, daddy," You whimper. the words barely leave your mouth before he's pulling out of you and making his way to the head of the bed; leaving you empty and very disappointed, you sit up to follow him with your eyes. he's already seated with his back against the headboard and he grabs your arm, "get your ass over here" he orders you as he pulls you into his lap. he wastes no time filling you up again but this time, he's still for a moment.

"m- my legs, Jae. I can't... please, s'too much," You sob. your hands come up to push his hair back again and he shakes his head slowly; a soft but devilish smile, "I got you, mama but..." he hums against your lips, "You sure you're okay with this? not scared of me getting you pregnant?" he asks. you shake your head, "not scared... want it, daddy... want it so bad."

he kisses you again, "m'not gonna hold back, baby. you sure?"

"please... please, I can handle it," You reply as you steady yourself by holding onto his shoulders. he nods, hands grabbing your hips for better leverage, "hold on tight," he whispers before fucking up into you with that same merciless pace he had moments earlier. you lurch forward and your forehead collides with his. you both laugh and he stops to look at you, "fuck, baby I'm sorry," he says sheepishly. he winces and kisses your forehead, "You're gonna have to really hold onto me, princess. hold onto daddy nice and tight, okay?"

you nod and he goes right back to it; giving your gushing pussy every ounce of determination and yearning that he has left. he gets louder as his orgasm storms closer and closer, "So fucking close, y/n. gonna drain my fucking balls inside you, baby. you want that?" he strains through gritted teeth and you know he's holding out as best as he can because nothing quite does it for Jaehyun the way your pleas do. for your boyfriend, to hear you beg, grovel, moan, and sob is to live and he loves it almost as much as he loves you. craves it almost as much as he craves your embrace at the end of a day. covets it with the same ferocity that he holds for your body. to say he's yours would be an understatement.

"please jae... baby please I... fuck. I need it! I need it so fucking bad!" You squeak and he sobs, softly and desperately as his hips grow sloppy. finally, he cums with deep sobs and closed eyes. his head falls back and he gasps in air but he doesn't stop fucking into you. he couldn't even if he wanted to.

"can't- stop- I- tell me... if... fuck, baby... tell me if it's too much. need you to tell me," he whines. you take his face in your hands and kiss him as hard as you can, "not gonna stop you, Jae. do your worst," you say as you breathe in his strangled breaths. his head falls back again and he continues sobbing as he fucks you. he's so overstimulated that a tear rolls down his cheek but he keeps going. he keeps fucking you and grabbing at your hips. he cums again, this time with a choked whine and he squeezes your hips so hard that you know you'll be feeling it long after this all ends.

you find a sliver of strength when Jaehyun's brain scrambled ramblings overtake his clarity and you ride him like your life depends on it. your nails scratch down his chest and he winces, "fuck, baby. give it to daddy... give it... baby, yesyesyesyes- don't you fucking stop"

when Jaehyun's head falls back, you grab his face and pull his head back up, "look at me daddy. watch me ride you," You pant, "Come on... open your eyes and watch me"

you run a thumb over his quivering lips and softly pry his mouth open; dipping down, you lick his lips and his tongue laps at yours hungrily. it's a sloppy kiss, nothing but teeth, tongues, and so much spit that it's almost obscene. "fucking love tasting you," he breathes and with that, you hold his mouth open, "taste me all you want, daddy," you purr and spit on his tongue.

Jaehyun's eyes fly open and he stares at you in wonder and hysteria as he swallows, "You're trying to... you wanna fuckin'... kill me. You're trying to kill me... oh fuck baby. I- I- fuck!"

"I love you too much to kill you, daddy. love you and and your goegeous fucking cock," You chuckle and spit on his tongue again before kissing him sloppily. you bounce a little harder and his fingers squeeze your hips deliciously.

"fucking ride that dick baby. oh my G- fuck, baby. fucking ride that dick baby. that's my girl... yeah that's... that's daddy's good little girl," he groans hungrily. he's close again and the flush on his cheeks deepens as your sweaty bodies writhe against each other, "Gonna cum again, daddy? fill my pussy up again. wanna be pregnant so fucking bad, daddy. fill this pussy" You mew needily. "gonna soak that pussy baby... yeah... just- oh fuck baby. whose pussy is this? this is daddy's pussy?" he hums and his voice is so broken.

"yours daddy. s'all yours... give it to me... come on," you beg. jaehyun's eyes roll back and he cums so hard that his entire body convulses violently before slowly coming to a stop. you slump against his damp and trembling body, weakly taking in his shaky breaths and closing your eyes to focus on the hammering of his pulse beneath his sweaty skin, the labored breaths he pulls into his exhausted lungs, and the involuntary tremors that plague his body.

"did... did you try to... dude did you try to kill me? like... what the fuck was that? and why did you spit in my mouth and why did I like that shit? and I- dude did you just try to fucking kill me? be so for real- you want me dead because what the actual fuck was that?" he rambles before falling into a soft fit of laughter.

"I dunno," You say with a soft shrug, "You just... did something to me..." Jaehyun's hands finally come off of your hips and he circles his arms around your waist. he turns his face to nuzzle against your neck and his lips leave slow, barely-there kisses across your heated skin; your own face dipping down to press kisses against his sweaty hairline. it's times like this when you wish you could leave your own body for a little while just to see what you both look like from a different perspective. how pretty and in love you both look as you glow in this post-sex reverie.

"I kinda... this probably sounds stupid but sometimes... when we're fucking I wonder what we'd look like from a different point of view... like if my soul just floated out of my body so I could hover over us and look down... I wish I could do that when we do stuff like this too... I bet we look hot as fuck," he mumbles. his pulse no longer sits just beneath his skin and his once hot and sweaty skin is now cool and sticky. you smile, "I was thinking the same thing baby you're not crazy," You chuckle softly as you shift a little. Jaehyun gasps, "fuck baby don't move yet shit..." he moans. you didn't think he'd still be so sensitive for so long but it makes you smile.

"You're lucky my legs are sore because I'd try to get another one out of you," You sigh teasingly. Jaehyun laughs before pulling you away just far enough to hold your gaze, "you want me to blow another load in you? huh pretty princess? you wanna have my babies?" his voice lowers and you feel your stomach flutter. he knows you'd take all of him again if he decided that he wanted to have his way with you however many more times he chose.

you kiss him and he smiles at you with a gentle and a very satisfied smile. you smile too knowing that you're both at peace with whatever the universe gives you for sharing this moment.



#neoculturecollectives #kvanity #k-labels #nct smut #kpop smut #nct 127 smut #nct 127 #nct #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #jaehyun fic #jaehyun smut #nct x black!reader #kpop smut for black girls #nct 127 fic #dojaejung smut #nct u smut #jung jaehyun smut #kpop fic #nct fic

[hitomisuzuya]

Imagine painter scara painting our stomach before fucking us hard !

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Edible arousal paints. Biting/Marking.

I looked this stuff up, edible arousal paints are a thing😳 Dear, this request😳❤️

You shivered a little bit. "Scara, that's cold," You stated meekly, watching him with flushed cheeks. His hand squeezed your wrists, which were trapped above your head.

Scaramouche rolled the handle of the paintbrush around in his mouth thoughtfully. As a painter, great care had been taken with the canvas he was working with. You. You were his favorite canvas to paint on. Decisions about where to stroke his brush had to be made very carefully.

You deserved nothing less than the most intimate consideration from him.

"You whining is breaking my concentration. Just relax, and let me work," He chided, dipping his brush into the paint. These paints were his personal favorite. Whenever the dark chocolate flavored paint (the only sweet he could remotely tolerate besides you, because it was a little bitter.) made contact with your skin, it warmed, heightening arousal and sensitivity.

Once he added his saliva to further enhance the paint, Scaramouche knew he would have you wet and begging for him in no time. You practically already were.

You felt the soft paint brush glide over your one of your nipples, followed shortly by the other. Your breath hitched in your throat, the paint warming your nipples a few seconds later.

Scaramouche leaned down, tricking you into thinking he was going to kiss you first before he swept his tongue over your nipple. He kitten licked, swirling his tongue around it. He sucked until it was sensitive and hard on his tongue.

He ignored the slightly sweet taste on his tongue, sucking a little harder when your shaky moans became consistent. "So sensitive already, I haven't even gotten started yet," He teased, moving his attention to your other nipple.

Pleasure started to hum strong on your body, his hand tightening on your wrists again as you squirmed a little. "Good subjects stay still," He taunted, scrapping his tongue on your nipple in a way that made your back arch off the bed.

He loved seeing you squirm, hearing your aroused whimpers. It was all for him.

You were panting when Scaramouche pulled away. He flicked your nipple, giving it an encouraging pinch before picking up his brush again. He painted a line from your chest and down your stomach, following it with his tongue.

He let go of your wrists to spread your legs. He gave your clit a teasing lick before dipping his brush in the paint again. He painted the shapes of cherry blossoms on your insides of your thighs.

You let out a loud moan when he painted your clit. He dabbed the brush on the swelling nub, adding another coat of paint. He spread the lips of your cunt, wanting to see you getting wetter while he worked.

Your clit throb, your legs starting to shake as he painted a line down your cunt, sweeping it back up around your clit. To further tease you, he let the paint set there, adding another coat to your nipples.

Scaramouche painted a different design on every sensitive part of your body with splashes of purple. His favorite color paled in comparison to your skin, you made it look beautiful, not the other way around.

It was time for him to appreciate every part he painted with his mouth. He licked his tongue over the shapes, sucking sensual bruises that would linger long after the paint was gone.

"Sing more for me, kitten," Scaramouche purred as moans spilled shamelessly from your mouth. Spreading your legs, he kissed and bite the painted cherry blossoms on your thighs, sending your clit to throb even more.

He nursed the inflamed skin with his tongue, wagging his finger over your clit to stimulate the arousing properties in the paint. Your cunt was starting to clench around nothing. Your body trembled with need for him, keening high pitched moans from your throat.

Scaramouche tapped his fingers on one of the blossoming bruises on your thigh before he scooped some of your wet onto his fingers. He pushed them into your mouth, letting you suck on them to placate you before he took off his clothes.

You rolled your up when he lined the head of his aching cock up with your entrance. He laughed at how cute and eager you looked for him. Leaning down to give you a deep, open mouthed kiss, he groaned as he slowly pushed his cock inside of you.

He bottomed out in one snap of his hips, biting your lower lip with a hiss of pleasure. Your walls clenched tight, so warm and perfect around his cock as he drove it into your sweet spot.

Pleasure burst white hot behind behind your eyes, stealing your breath away. You writhed underneath him, his mouth swallowing your moans. Your legs shook as you bucked your hips up to meet his thrusts.

He bent one of legs up towards your chest so he could fuck himself deeper into you. "I'll paint your cunt with cum next," He moaned, his cock throbbing to add the most important shade to his work of art.

Your nails racked up his back, the knot of your orgasm coiling tighter. His thrusts turned sloppy as he reached down to rub and pinch your clit, making you squirt on his cock suddenly. You could barely form coherent words, babbling for him to cum inside of you.

This thought passed through his head as his cum ribboned inside of you: You were always his most beautiful work of art.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #modern au

[vampcubus]

Just feel like thirsting over karaku a little bc ahhhh he's so cutee >_< wanna pinch his nipples and tease him all over while he gets more and more needy and starts begging for more simulation!! Just imagine him having his tongue hanging out of his mouth while he humps the air to to avail. He would look soo cute like that!!

he’s the cutest!! i can totally see karaku being a demanding sub.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!karaku, dom!reader, nipple play, this is more of a ramble.

He’s shamelessly addicted to you, demanding every scrap of your attention, and feeding off of your mutual pleasure. Even though your touch makes him go stupid and pathetic with want, he never can rip himself away from it— no matter how overstimulated or weak he becomes under your merciless hands and mouth. Even as his spend becomes sparse and thin, or when none comes out at all, he only spreads his legs wider and demands you to make him cum until he’s fading in and out of consciousness.

Karaku’s needy for sure, placated only by orgasms that make his head spin and drool pool at his mouth corners.

Just imagining his hips humping into the air as you tease his sensitive nips, plucking them and grazing your teeth over the pebbled points until he’s leaking pre all over his abs. Hot puffs of air escape his gaping mouth, kiss-bruised lips parted in pleasure as you bring him to the edge without having to touch his neglected cock at all. Still, Karaku is greedy, and selfish, a low growl forming in his throat as you release his spitty bud from your mouth and blow cold air onto it.

The action elicits a gasp, and his hips jerk upward into nothing, frustrated.

“Touch me, I need it!” he pleads shamelessly, tongue licking over his pointed fangs and clawed hands pulling at your clothes. “Please, just give me more already.”

“But I am touching you, Karaku,” you purred, thumbs circling his areola as you turn your lips’ attention to a pointed ear, tongue-tip teasing along the tender cartilage. His whole body shudders, and you watch in amusement as his cock jumps at the sensation. At this point the head is flushed angry red with blood, and you’re curious if he could cum like this, without so much as a touch to his pretty dick.

So so cute <3

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #karaku x reader #hantengu clones x reader #sub karaku #sub!karaku #n/sfw #dom!reader #dom reader #sub kny

[campingwiththecharmings]

Honeyboo, I know you said you don't do HC's and stuff, but can you imagine Driver!Jake as he is driving RichGirl!Reader around on a shopping day and he has to carry all of her bags after her as she is going from store to store cause her daddy said so 💀

(it's not that i don't do them, per se, i just don't think about them until someone asks me lol 😆)

ooo i can see this taking place both before they're together and after. 👀

if it's before, jake would probably be kind of annoyed (and perhaps even a little insulted) to be reduced to a literal bag boy--though, he can't lie, the bonus her daddy gave him is more than generous enough for him to swallow his pride for one afternoon. she's polite enough to him initially, thanking him for holding doors for her and apologizing to him when she just wants to try on just a few more dresses.

but then she meets up with some friends.

he can see them from where he stands at the front of the store, his arms laden with shopping bags. she and her friends are looking at him, not at all trying to hide that fact as they're whispering and giggling about him like school girls. jake is torn between being annoyed and amused (but mostly he just wishes he could have a cigarette). her friends spend the rest of the day shamelessly flirting with him (one even tries to get his phone number) and he thinks he must've imagined the spark of jealousy in your eyes.

if they're already together? well...she'd obviously spend the day torturing him. instead of making him wait at the front for her, she tells him she needs him in the dressing rooms. she makes him sit in the waiting area and models every single outfit for him. there's one particular dress, one with a slit that goes up your thigh that leaves little to the imagination, that he almost begs you to buy, if only so he can peel it off of you at some point in the near future.

the smirk on her face as she buys it tells him how obvious his desire was.

he's about to take her home (maybe practice getting her out of that dress) when she asks him to make just one more stop. he does as asked, of course, and he drives to the store. he doesn't think anything of it until he walks in with her and sees it....all the lingerie.

he practically swallows his tongue when she asks him to accompany her to the dressing rooms.

it's the end of the day and the store is (blessedly) empty so they have the dressing room to themselves. just as jake is giving himself a pep talk, telling himself he can do this, that he can control himself, that he will not fuck her in the middle of this high-end boutique, she walks out of the dressing room in the most beautiful set of lace and silk scraps he's ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.

he wants to rip them off her with his teeth.

in the end, he does end up fucking her in the middle of this high-end boutique, his hand over her mouth muffling her cries of pleasure as he pounds into her over and over.

as she comes around him, her pleasure dragging him over the edge too, jake has the thought that maybe being a bag boy isn't actually as bad as he'd thought it'd be. 😇🤭

#see what i mean lol #i just need a prompt 😆 #hehe thanks for sending this in bb🥰❤️ #what a fun rabbit hole to go down #dolli tag #my fic #i guess #jake lockley x reader #sorry if this switches in tenses at any point #my brain kept putting 'you' instead of 'her' lol

[sarahscribbles]

𝐍𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐞'𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐬𝐨, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟑𝐤

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝟏𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Stunning, pet.” 

His deep voice rolled over you like liquid velvet, wrapping around you like a summer breeze and sending warmth pooling teasingly between your spread thighs. He had left you clothed this time - if the lacy scraps of black lace could even be described as clothing - but with the predatory glimmer shining in his green eyes, you felt completely bare before him.

Thin, silver shackles complimented the black lace, encasing your wrists and ankles securely and tying them off so that you were spread eagle against the cool wall of the bedroom. You pulled against them weakly, almost as if testing their strength, and Loki only grinned wolfishly as they clinked quietly in the silence. 

“Pull all you wish, darling, you aren’t going anywhere until I allow it,” he purred. “And you look so lovely in those restraints that I have no intention of releasing you anytime soon,” he added, the low rumble of his voice having your hips roll shamelessly towards him. You could almost get off on the sound of his voice alone. 

His footsteps were silent on the bedroom floor as he began to approach, each slow, measured step sending your heart leaping in your chest. Dressed casually in a deep black cashmere sweater and equally dark black jeans, he didn’t appear outwardly menacing, but the presence of the shackles was enough of an indication that you were in for a very long night.

He stopped directly before you, reaching out to drag one slim finger along your cheek and down between your breasts, sending a trail of goosebumps erupting over your skin. “Do you have any idea what it does to me, darling? Seeing you so helpless like this?” he purred, his fingers having drifted to ghost over your cunt through the thin lace of your underwear, enough to tease, but not enough to grant you any modicum of pleasure.

You bucked shamelessly into his touch, sending the slender chains tinkling musically with each sharp movement. “Please, Loki…” you begged on a whisper of breath, already needing to feel him inside you. His hard cock was straining against his jeans, so tantalisingly close but yet so far out of your reach. 

Already, you knew that you would beg for it without complaint if he asked you to. 

His hand quickly rose from your cunt to roughly grasp your throat, forcing your head back against the wall and giving you no choice but to meet his gaze. “You’ll address me as “my King” tonight, darling. Understood?” His voice was soft but deadly and sent a thrum of searing arousal coursing through your blood. 

You swallowed thickly around his hand, trying in vain to nod against the gentle pressure of his fingers around your throat. “Yes, my King.” 

Just as quickly as his elegant fingers had wrapped around you they released you, falling back between your thighs to circle your clit for only a matter of seconds as reward. “Good girl,” Loki said quietly, and let his hand drop.

His brief touch was enough to make you whimper and pull against the restraints, enough to make sharp tendrils of pleasure shoot teasingly through your core and taunt you with the beginning of a release he was hours away from granting you. 

If you were lucky.

The anticipation of the unknown was making you restless and caused the unbroken soft melody of the chains to fill the quiet of the room. You ached for him, ached for the barest trace of his touch on your skin, be it the gentle press of his finger along an outstretched limb or the soft brush of his lips against the sensitive underside of your jaw. 

You ached for him.

“My King, please can -,” you began, desperate to feel his skin against yours, only to be silenced by his strong hand moving quickly to clasp your jaw. 

“Hush,” he said, though not unkindly. “Don’t make me gag you, pet.” His soft voice dripped with warning as he grazed his lips against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver shooting down your spine. 

One hand remained gripping your jaw, allowing glittering green eyes to watch your every expression as he trailed the fingers of the other teasingly along the inside of your inner thigh. A stuttered little whimper pushed through your lips at how good his touch felt and at how it had your cunt clench and desperately try to rub against the smooth head of the vibe that he had secured between your thighs.

When his fingers fell away, you expected him to repeat the trail on the other side to frustrate you even further, but he didn’t.

What you felt instead was the pointed tip of a dagger dragging lazily along the skin of your thigh, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough that the sharp sting had you trembling with fresh, undiluted arousal. 

“Ah, ah. Careful, pet,” Loki chided softly, still running the tip of the knife along your sensitive skin. “One wrong move and I blemish this beautiful body.” 

Oh so slowly he continued running the tip of the blade along your body, letting you feel just how dangerous it was and how one wrong move on his part could easily draw blood. You felt no fear, though, as he dragged it along the soft skin at the bottom of your stomach. Loki would sooner cut off his own hand than hurt you. 

The biting cold of the dagger mixed with the threatening sharpness of its pointed blade had the muscles in your stomach twisting and jumping, and for the longest moment you didn’t dare to even breathe lest it plunge the knife into your stomach.

The illusion of fear, though, had your underwear soaked. 

“Very good, pet,” Loki purred softly, his fingers digging gently into the skin of your jaw. “I’m impressed.” 

Your reply - whatever it had been - faded from your mind when he skillfully hooked the blade through the band of your underwear, easily snapping it until it fell loosely to one side only to repeat the action on the other until they whispered to the floor in a puddle of expensive lace. 

“You won’t be needing those tonight,” he continued, tracing the sharp tip of his dagger along your stomach and over the slopes of your breasts. Your already peaked nipples cried out for attention, be in the warm, wetness of his mouth of the chill of the blade pressed against them. 

“Or this,” he murmured again in your ear, snapping the straps of your bra so easily with his dagger they may as well have been made of paper. Slowly, so slowly, he raised the dagger so the point was pressing directly into your skin, moving it with gentle force down your breast and lightly over one nipple. 

A moan vibrated in your throat, your back half arching in an attempt to chase the cruel press of the blade against your skin again. The danger was intoxicating, almost leaving you drunk in its absence, and you never wanted it to end. 

“Barely a movement, pet. I’m proud,” he said lightly, though the edge of mischief coloured his words, so much so that your cunt once again clenched around the still silent vibe. “But I made it easy for you.” 

With the quiet click of a finger, the wand between your thighs buzzed to life, the furious vibrations enough to have you double over if it hadn’t been for the chains securing you to the bedroom wall. For a brief moment, you forgot all about the blade, your only thought being to chase the pleasure that the wand would easily grant you.

Shamelessly, you bucked and rolled your hips, your moans sounding whorish to even your own ears, and for only a second, Loki allowed it.

Only to press the cool blade back against your thigh, ready to begin its journey along your body once again.

The wand remained buzzing frantically against your clit. “I hope you can keep very, very still, pet.”

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#loki #loki smut #loki x reader #loki imagine

[candied-boys]

Catboy Charles x F!Reader - Part 1

Chapter Tags: fluffy fluff, a little French, Charles is a street cat, injury and trip to the vet :(

Long since having dipped below the horizon, the last rays of sunshine had disappeared by the time the movers left. The drive to your new - albeit tiny - apartment in Paris consumed more hours than you had expected to pay for. Thus, the moment the last box was out of the truck you rushed them off, leaving the furniture for you to put back together yourself.

With no table to dine upon and no food in the fridge, you make your way down five levels of the old wooden staircase and out to the street. Walking towards the main road, you pray one of the few places you spotted on your way in will still be open. Unsurprisingly, the grocer is already closed, as are the shops, cafes, and bistros.

However, brasseries can usually be counted on for their late closing hours, and fortunately, the nearest one still has a few tables available outside. So, you slip into a wicker chair - legs melting with exhaustion as you sit for the first time in hours - and wait for a server.

Though you almost fail to notice for how feeble you feel, something soft curls around your ankle beneath the table. Peeking down between your feet, you find nothing. Neither do you spot anything on either side of the chair. Only when a server approaches you do you see a little grey cat wind itself through the legs of the young man here to take your order.

“Charles, oust! Dégage!” the waiter shoos the cat away with a smile. “You come back later and I'll give you some scraps. Leave the customers alone.”

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Catching only a glimpse of pale blue eyes before the cat scurries away, you turn your gaze up to order a drink and the plat du jour. Halfway through scarfing down the only meal you've had since breakfast, you find the same glassy orbs from earlier staring up at you.

Shamelessly, the little cat stands up against the chair to paw at your thigh, but when you drop a morsel on the ground for him you soon realize it's not food he's after. Rubbing his cheeks on the legs of the chair and meandering through your feet, he makes a show of begging for affection. When you let your arm dangle over the edge, he quickly nudges his ear into your palm. By the time you polish off your plate, the little grey cat has already hopped into your lap.

Swirling your drink in one hand, you scratch his chin leisurely with the other. “Charles was it?” you ask rhetorically. “That's a nice name. I wonder who you belong to…”

Over his soft purr, a voice answers, “Charles is actually a stray, but everyone on this street spoils him.”

“Really? He's very clean for being a street cat,” you reply to the server.

“And very affectionate. I suspect he has more than a few places he calls home,” the handsome waiter chuckles and pats the creature before walking away with the empty dishes.

Setting the cat on the ground, you confess in a whisper, “Wish I could take you home. It would make moving out on my own much less lonely.” And with one last pet, you leave your payment on the table and head back to your new home.

As you adjust to the quirks of your little neighbourhood, you discover that Charles is loved by many of the locals and shop owners alike. Waiting in the morning boulangerie lineup, you spot him being given a bowl of fresh milk across the way. On your way home from work, you glimpse him stealing attention from a few bistro patrons sitting outside. At dusk, you even find him in the park when you go for a stroll.

Weeks go by and the little grey cat weaves his way into your life too. Yet the more time you spend with him, the more you wonder if anyone is really looking after him. Despite the amount of food he likely receives, he seems to be growing thinner. When he shows up at the café one afternoon with knicks out of his ear and won't let you scratch his cheek, it becomes obvious that he really is an alley cat.

The next evening, he seems more languid than usual, and the day after he looks quite unkempt. Three days later, you find him on a park bench curled up in the sun. Had you not watched him deteriorate, he might simply appear to be enjoying a cat nap. But you know he's very sick when he doesn't lift his head to look at you as you pet him.

Pulling out your phone from your jacket pocket as you take it off, you call for an uber, then wrap up the little body and hold him close. Whispering that he'll be okay, that he won't be alone anymore, that you'll look after him from now on, you wait. At length, you arrive at the nearest vet clinic that accepts emergency drop-ins.

“To be honest, miss, I strongly advise against treating street cats. His current condition is bad enough - he has worms and needs surgery to empty the puss that's grown under the wounds - but even if he should recover, he undoubtedly will have more underlying issues from living such a harsh life. The expenses are sure to grow exponentially. It would be much wiser to put him out of his misery here and now than to drag both him and yourself through the proverbial swamp.”

Choking back tears, the warning rolls through you again and again. But, as you bend down to look into those pale blue eyes, you can't help but feel that they're pleading, that there's a longing to stay alive, that he wouldn't choose death for himself if there were any hope left.

“Charles deserves to be loved. He's given nothing but love to everyone around him.”

“You do know that letting go is also a part of love, miss?” the veterinarian counsels.

With an indignant huff, you answer, “Not today, it's not,” and pull your credit card from your wallet.

Part 2

#ikevamp #ikevamp charles #ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire fanfic #charles henri sanson #fanfiction

[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

“out of the frying pan and into the fire”

[not an RP!! it´s just a small fanfic that I felt like whipping up, starring everyone´s favorite serial killer as a grey unicorn UwU]

the grey unicorn didn´t know how long he was unconscious. three hours? maybe four? but as he finally came to, he was certain that he will soon slip out of consciousness forever.

he didn´t dare to open his eyes and look at his captors, but he was aware of their presence, as he could hear them chanting in tongues behind the chilling sound of fire crackling.

he squeezed his eyes shut tighter, before daring to finally open them just a bit. only to flinch violently as he was met with four hooded figures leaning over him. although their faces were obscured by darkness, this sight was enough to make his entire body tense up.

“vile heretic..“ one of them spoke. “were the few scraps of food you stole worth the price? for you will pay your debt to the great Leshy with your blood!“

Aliscorn barely remembered what got him into this predicament and those words didn´t ring a bell either.

“I have no idea what you´re talking about!“ he dared to argue, but was silenced quite harshly as one of the cloaked figured slapped him in the face.

“you vile creature interrupted our ritual and stole from us!“ another said. “and you are shamelessly wearing the evidence of an even bigger sin against the great Leshy on your horn!!“

Aliscorn looked at his captors in frightened bewilderment, but he wouldn´t get any further explanation as the hooded figures pulled daggers from their robes.

fear shot through the unicorn´s system like a lightning strike.

“n-n-no!! please!!“ he begged, wriggling around against the ropes binding him.

this was it.

he wouldn´t be able to get himself out of this situation. not this time.

he closed his eyes, feeling his teeth clack wildly in his mouth as the only sound he could hear from that on was the cracking of the fire.

...

but the pain he was awaiting didn´t come..

he could hear pained gurgling followed by angry screams and the clashing of blades.

the unicorn was confused to still be alive, but didn´t dare to open his eyes and check what was going on around him.

there was a lot of noise, from the wet splatter of liquid splashing everywhere to the faint noises of hooves clacking against the rocky ground.

all these noises...and then suddenly none.

Aliscorn was still breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his head.

“you can open your eyes.“ he heard an unfamiliar voice say, before feeling the cold metal of a blade near his chest. he jolted up as soon as that blade cut through the ropes holding him and he found himself face to face with a little lamb.

the little lamb, wearing a black crown and a red cape, was just looking at him with a little smile as it stood in the middle of the carnage surrounding the two.

looking around, Aliscorn could see his captors lying dismembered, beheaded and torn apart on the ground in puddles of their own blood.

“y-you..saved me..?“ Aliscorn said, more a question than a statement and could hardly believe it. although, whether or not this was a lucky turn of events, he wasn´t quite sure. “..why?“

the lamb, still smiling, took Aliscorn´s hand and helped him off the sacrificial table he was sitting on, however, it didn´t speak a single word.

as he was still contemplating whether or not he should try to attack this crown wearing lunatic or run away while he still could, the lamb rose a hoof up into the air.

it´s eyes were turning red and blood began to drip from them. Aliscorn was once again breathing heavily in panic and took a step back, wanting to run, but found himself unable to.

he looked down, seeing a ritualistic symbol appearing beneath his hooves that slowly opened up a hole, dipping him in darkness.

“we will meet again at the temple..“ the lamb said, before everything around the unicorn turned black.

#cotl #cult of the lamb #fanfic #cotl fanfic #drabble #Alistair Connor #original character #my oc #and not my oc (but I guess you could tell asdfgh)

[metazensae]

i’ve already taken so many bullets for the team :c 

nearly everything you know about Valla is bc of me, guys ;w;

#give me the acknowledgment i deserve #i was so thirsty over a bunch of lines that i begged the devs for scraps and they handed me some #did any of you try it? NO! me! i did that! shamelessly! #so you know what?? i'm gonna keep on being shameless #HELLO I LOVE VALERIUS

[ventisehe]

pretty little things / genshin impact / venti

dom venti + public

warning: unedited, not proofread, (not)(safe)(for)(/work)

                      When Venti told you he has an adventure for you to accompany him on, it never crossed your mind that it would be behind the Church of Favonius, your knees scrapping against the hard and rough cement and the corners of your lips drooling as his cock thrust in and out of your throat.

                                      You choke and moan against his intruding length, and Venti takes delight in the noises you make. “Hush, my dear muse, you’re being a little too loud for someone who claims they don’t want to get caught.” He coos, and the triumphant smirk painted upon his brims broadens at the feeling of his erection reaching the back of your throat. A hand of his comes to stroke your tresses, soothing the tension knotting your body. “Or perhaps you intend to rouse the sisters from their quarters and have them witness your whorish display, and on holy grounds too.”

       Your pupils dilate at such possibility. Your heart hammers against your chest as you envision the sisters look at you in horror as they catch you allowing a man make use of your mouth for his pleasure. Despite the redness overtaking your face as humiliation strikes you, heat and wetness pools between your legs. You never thought you’ll grow aroused from simply thinking of something like that. Your reaction, of course, did not evade Venti’s sights.

                            “You seem to like that idea.” Chuckles Venti. He snaps his pelvis forward, and your throat instinctively contracts around his hard cock, and you nearly take him out of your mouth when he grabs the back of your head and forces you back to choke on him. A groan tumbles out of his lips, and he throws his head back, marveling at your discomfort and struggle. You splutter and gasp around him, globs of saliva trickling down from your mouth and dropping on the pavement. With great struggle, your nails dug against his waist as you pry yourself away from his member.

    It’s much harder than you originally thought. The very moment his thickness leaves your throat, a feeling of hollowness graces in your canal. You slowly move to take him out of your craving mouth, but your tongue refuse to leave his cock. It doesn’t cease pleasuring him, the pink muscle gliding across every angry vein popping along his manhood. You already miss the taste of his precum when you haven’t even taken him out.

                   Venti tilts his head to the side. Despite the color of pink tinting his cheeks and the tip of his nose, a look of satisfaction and mockery is palpable over his face. “Oh? What’s this? I was sure you were going to reprimand me for my words. Or could it be . . . ” He trails off as a speckle of mischief glimmers in his teal hues. “ . . . that you don’t want to do anything else but suck my cock?”

            The corners of your eyes turn to slits as you aim a scorching glower. Your hands fall to his lower garment, scrunching the material in your vice hold as you abandon any thoughts of removing his cock from your mouth.

                  You lean forward, diving in to take all of him until your nose hits his pelvis, his balls grazing your chin, and he’s back to filling your throat. You move your head back and forth, choking yourself with his cock. A string of profanities breezes past his huffing lips, and he refrains from gripping your hair and taking control of your movement.

Most of the time, Venti would lose all self-restraint and fuck your mouth without so much of a thought about you, too drunken with the pleasure your wet cavern was providing. Despite the absence of his erratic pounding, you still struggle on accommodating him. For someone with a short stature, his size never fails to surprise you or make things difficult for you whenever he enters your eager cunt or guides his length to your salivating mouth.

                        Your muffled moans threaten to reverberate through the Church. The taste and scent of his precum sends you in a daze. You drool all over his length like a dog would as your mind clouds with lust. Your hand slides your clothed folds earnestly rubs against your palm, trying to ease the arousal with the little friction you can give it. You can feel your slickness had oozed out of your

            “Ah – ah – aah, you know that’s not allowed my muse.” Venti takes a handful of your hair and pulls his cock out of your mouth. A string of saliva connects your tongue from the tip of his cock. A glob of your slobber and a thick pearl of his precum drops to the ground, and you couldn’t help but whine at the loss of his length in your mouth.

   He snickers shamelessly at your cock hungry expression. “My, my, that's the expression I adore. And I haven’t even have my cock inside you yet.” Chuckles Venti. He raises your chin with his forefinger, tilting his head to the side. His braids sway with his motion, the teal tips seemingly shining under the moonlight. “Do you want me to?”

                      You earnestly nod your head, your cunt clamping clenches around nothing. “Yes,” You whimper.

                                   “Beg, then.” Venti sneers. He takes his shaft and presses the head of his cock, smearing his juice against your lips. Your tongue darts out to lick him but he retracts, opting to slap his hardness against your face. “No cheating, my muse.” He warns, one eye closing to irk you. “Beg for me to fuck you – ” He brings his cock down to the side of your face, leaving precum in its wake. “ – behind the church, my church.”

                                    Hearing his words had your cunt pulsating. You didn’t know why you find it exciting Venti wants to screw you silly behind the very church the Favonius constructed to worship him. Would the sisters look at you differently if they see you whoring yourseld out to a Bard? No doubt about it. They'll be repulsed at the very sight of you and whisper ill things behind your back ("I bet she lets him takes her anywhere, that filthy woman," "I don't doubt they'll try to sneak inside the church and defile the altar").

         Who cares about what they think? You think as you gaze hazily at Venti’s member. Its head throbs before you, ready to take you at after conceding to his request. I’m worshiping the Lord Barbatos in a way they can’t.

                  You swallow the saliva that collected in your mouth and raise your head to lock eyes with him, thick tears accumulating at the corner of your eyes and a small amount of his cum leaking down your lower lip. “Fuck me, Venti.” You plead, desperate for him to mount you. Your hands come to grip his shorts, tugging at it. “I want your cock inside me, I want you to fuck me behind the church. Fill me with your cum, Lord Barbatos. I need you so bad, please, please, please.”

                                That seems to strike a nerve within Venti. You gasp as Venti pins you to the pavement, pulling your skirt down and pushing aside your sloshed underwear. You feel your juices stick between your thighs. Venti hums in delight at the sight.

                  “The Lord Barbatos is most pleased with you, [ Your Name ].” Venti lines his cock up your hole, easing in slowly. His smirk widens when your whimpering spikes in resonance as he enters you. “And for that, he bestows upon you his blessing. Take it all, and take it well.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #venti x reader #(not)(safe)(for)(/work)

[get-shiggy-with-it]

Ch. 3

18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Shigaraki x Dabi (just this part), Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader (very brief and vague reference to Dabi x Hawks)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut and feels, it's literally just smut, blow jobs, friends(?) with benefits, blow jobs, anal fingering, light degradation (both for shigs and reader), could maybe be interpreted as slight dubcon, dirty talk, slutty dabi, dabi is an asshole, so is tomura, reader has gender neutral pronouns, I'm keeping it fem cause Shigs hates women and calls them that

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Summary: In which the boys share in some good ole roommate bonding activities and Tomura has a blow job induced epiphany.

AO3 Mirror

Taglist: @dillybuggg (shoot me an ask if you want to be tagged and make sure to check my rules!)

Dabi’s mouth was wet and so fucking warm as he swallowed around Tomura’s dick.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned as Dabi hummed around his length and did that thing where he flicked the ball of his tongue ring over Tomura’s slit.

Bright blue eyes stared up through deceptively long lashes, smirking at the way Tomura drooled as he got his soul sucked out the tip of dick. The mattress underneath him creaked despite the negligible weight of both their bodies. Dabi settled on his stomach between Tomura’s pale thighs leaving fingerprint bruises in soft flesh.

They did this sometimes, though he wasn’t quite sure when exactly it started. Dabi had been his randomly assigned roommate freshman year and he grew so used to living with him that the two of them had just silently, yet mutually agreed not to fuck something up that wasn’t broken. They both berated each other for their strange and somewhat disgusting habits—Dabi would say that Tomura was a gross shut-in creep who needed a fucking shower and Tomura called Dabi out on his slutty pastimes and obsession with piercing the hell out of every available inch of skin.

And sometimes they sucked each other off.

It was overall not a terrible arrangement—Dabi got his fill of dick and Tomura could no longer be made fun of for being completely inexperienced. Plus, as much as he was loathe to admit, Dabi was really fucking good at oral. Like, demonically good. He’d been going down on Tomura for so long now too that he’d learned all the things that had him spilling onto that pierced tongue in minutes.

Tomura jerked from his thoughts when two, lube slicked fingers prodding at his ass.

“Dabi, what the fuck are you—” he protested, wiggling his scrawny hips up the bed and inadvertently letting his cock slip out of the inviting heat between his roommate’s lips.

He couldn’t see much other than the shaking mop of black hair and pale hands with chipped black nail polish digging into his legs, yanking him back.

“Shut up freak,” Dabi slurred, words slick with spit and Tomura’s precum. Dabi said it tasted like battery acid, but it never stopped him from guzzling it like he did with cheap whiskey and cigarettes on the weekends. “I know you like it.”

He did like it, but Tomura wasn’t about to contribute to the fucking evil grin Dabi was giving him as he circled the tight ring of muscle, slipping in a finger to the first knuckle.

Tomura’s head flopped back on the pillows as he bit back a low moan, “Fuck off.”

“If you say so,” Dabi shoved his finger in roughly, squeezing a second in behind it and letting Tomura bask in the burn of being stretched too quickly before ripping his hands away.

“No!” Tomura wailed pretty fucking shamelessly and grabbed the retreating wrist, placing Dabi’s tatted hand back on his dick that throbbed and leaked painfully.

“Dude, what’s gotten the fuck into you?” his roommate asked, smirking still, but pumping Tomura's cock loosely nonetheless. “Our walls are thin as hell, you know I can hear you jerkin' it in here every night, and now you’re practically begging for me to suck you off. Usually I gotta come to you.”

He was infuriatingly right again.

Tomura had indeed asked for him to do this, which was definitely out of character for him. Most of the time when they ended up in this position, it was because Dabi spent hours hounding him about it or just fucking dropped to his knees and whipped Tomura’s cock out in the middle of a movie night or snuck into his room while Tomura was gaming and swallowed him whole just to laugh at the way his online friends reacted to the noises.

He’s just been so pent up lately, and you insisting on fucking touching his arm or sitting on the floor between his feet at League meetings was really not helping it.

“I don’t know,” Tomura lied, both to Dabi and himself in the hopes that the head of black hair would just go back to bobbing on his dick like he so desperately needed it to.

“Bro, I have fucked with enough people to know when they’re wishing I was someone else,” Dabi scoffed and ran a blessedly hot tongue from base to tip and suckled softly at the blush pink head before pulling back with a wet pop. “So who is it?”

“I’m not fucking thinking about anyone,” Tomura hissed, fisting Dabi’s spiky, black locks and thrusting into his mouth till he felt the contractions of Dabi gagging around his length. “Usually you're jumping at the chance to get dick in your mouth, so why does it matter?”

Dabi pulled back, wiping the silvery string of spit leaking past his lips away and scowling as his fingers ghosted over Tomura’s balls and sank back into his pliant ass.

“Seriously creep, I’m five seconds away from ghosting and you can fuck your hand like the sad little bitch you are. So tell me their name or I’m walking right now.”

Tomura huffed as he felt Dabi’s long, rough fingers pulled from him again and the heat of his mouth growing farther away.

“Ugh fine, it’s that bitch I’ve been working on the English thing with.”

Dabi made a face like his brain was buffering.

“Seriously?” he asked, mouth gaping in a way that had Tomura even more furious his dick wasn’t buried in it.

“Yes!” he shouted and grabbed Dabi’s cheeks in both hands, sinking past his waiting lips and practically purring when he felt them close around the base as his long tongue massaged the shaft. “Oh god yes…”

Dabi rolled his eyes, managing to look smug even with a cock stretching his lips taught against the piercings. He used to try and tease Tomura about how small his dick was, but it was hard to believe him. Especially with how he choked sometimes when Tomura got rough with him despite his boasts of lacking a gag reflex. Not to mention how he looked now, jaw probably aching with the stretch and loving every second of it.

Tomura lazily bucked his hips up and whined high when the fingers in his ass curled and thrust against that fucking spot he hadn’t known was there until Dabi found it for him.

The pleased sound he made tapered off into a growl though, when his roommate with questionable benefits pulled off again to run his slutty fucking mouth.

“Tell me about it,” he mumbled, kitten licking at Tomura’s cock and running the ball of his piercing through the slit again. Tomura gulped when he pulled it back into his mouth to swallow the bead of precum he’d collected. “I’ve seen your fucking paramour around before, pretty serious about school though. And kinda out of your league too, not gonna lie. So, what would you do if your cute little partner was here instead?”

Tomura bristled at the insult but couldn’t keep his pissed off look when Dabi went back to sucking his cock like a pro and curling those fucking fingers against his prostate. When he did speak, he blushed hard at the way his voice cracked and sounded like he was crying.

“I don’t fucking—holy shit—know,” he gasped and Dabi hummed both to egg him on and to get a whole new wave of precum gushing out of Tomura’s dick.

“C’mon man,” Dabi groaned, and Tomura distinctly heard the sound of a pants zipper and felt Dabi’s hips canting against the sheets.

That fucking masochistic whore. He would get off to Tomura dirty talking about someone else while he sucked his dick.

He considered stopping the whole thing right there, but then Dabi was sinking a third finger into his ass and thrusting hard while he hallowed his cheeks around Tomura’s cock and sucked—

“Tits!” Tomura cried and covered his burning, red cheeks with his hands. “I want to put my fucking face in them and taste them in my mouth. Sometimes I can see the outline of their nipples when we’re working and the air conditioning comes on and I want to suck on them so fucking bad I can’t think about anything else the whole night.”

Once he got started, Tomura found the words just spilled from him like a dam had burst. Dabi, the depraved bastard, groaned loud and ground his pierced dick harder against the mattress as he continued to deepthroat Tomura’s cock and fuck his ass at that perfect angle.

“Sometimes when they drag me to their stupid club I lose the rounds cause I—oh god, oh fuck—just imagine them in my lap, sitting on my cock and fucking writhing and squeezing me while we face off. Such a fucking—Dabi more!—stereotypical try-hard, bitch but I want to be inside them so fucking bad,” he felt actual tears stinging the raw corners of his eyes when Dabi sped up on his dick.

Tomura scrapped his nails against Dabi’s scalp, holding on for dear life as his breathing became even more ragged than usual. His friend’s cruelty streak reared its ugly head as Dabi sensed the tensing of Tomura’s balls and the clench of his tight ass and slowed down a fraction, keeping him teetering on the edge of an explosively pleasurable release.

“Fucking asshole,” he growled, but didn’t dare try to fuck Dabi’s face lest he make good on his threat to leave Tomura high and dry. “I just—shit, ah, don’t stop—they talk to me sometimes and I just wanna suck their tongue into my mouth so they shut up and I need to hear them fucking falling apart or using that stupid, stuck up teacher voice on me and fucking my ass—Dabi Fuck—is that what you wanted to hear?”

Dabi, because he got off on being a little shit, gave him one last delicious swallow before pulling back and fisting Tomura’s sopping wet cock. The fingers had stopped thrusting and were now pressed hard against his prostate, sending shocks through his body and making him twitch violently as his blood rushed with endorphins. He never stopped grinding his own dick against Tomura’s cotton sheets the whole time.

“You got it bad huh, don’t ya creep,” he mused, letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips and keep his palm slick. “That’s the most I’ve ever heard you talk about fucking anything, much less another actual person.”

“No I fucking don’t, “ Tomura writhed against the pillows, giving in to the undeniable urge to simultaneously fuck up into Dabi’s hand and ride his fingers.

“Who knew you were such a desperate whore, falling for the first person to show you a modicum of attention,” Dabi jeered and squeezed the tip of his dick hard, listening to Tomura let out a choked sob. “I’m actually kinda proud of you, bro. My little incel baby’s growing up.”

Dabi cooed at Tomura, sinking sharp teeth deep into the meat of his thigh and sucking a bruise into the flesh.

“You’re the one—nghh—getting off on it,” Tomura clapped back but didn’t bother denying it again.

There was a sense of dread growing in his gut alongside the mounting pleasure of his orgasm that Dabi was currently holding hostage. Dabi may have had a dickish personality just as massive as the actual dick that was currently painting his comforter in stains, but he knew Tomura.

And he did, admittedly have much more experience with these types of things.

“Fuck yeah I am,” Dabi grunted. “Last time I let you return the favor you bit my fucking cock. I gotta get off somehow.”

“Don’t say rude shit to me and I won’t bite you.”

“Watch it, Tomura,” Dabi huffed and nipped at his thigh again. “You should be thanking me for my services.”

“Not if you’re gonna keep running your mouth instead of sucking me off,” he tried to sound intimidating but he was well and truly wrecked and couldn’t find the energy to give his words an edge.

“You should ask them out,” Dabi continued, ignoring the failed attempts at banter. “Bring ‘em over or some shit. Maybe then if I lock down that blonde piece of ass I’ve been talking to, we’ll both have much more interesting things to go down on.”

“Your whore ass is the one always jumping me, don’t act like it’s a fucking chore,” Tomura groaned as Dabi started licking at his cock again, pressing sloppy, half kisses on the tip as he jerked it in his fist.

“Not my fault I get bored sometimes,” he replied and closed his eyes as Tomura clenched particularly hard around Dabi’s relentless fingers. “But seriously, you should go for it. I’d kill to find out if you’re just as bad at eating pussy as you are sucking dick.”

“Fuck y—” Tomura started to say when Dabi reared up till they were chest to chest and their foreheads knocked together.

“I fucking will if you don’t shut up, creep, and I think it’d be so much better if you handed your fucking virginity to that pretty little partner bitch instead,” he said and stunned Tomura into silence when he licked into his mouth.

Dabi had kissed him before, but Tomura could count the number of occasions on one hand and almost all had been when his punk ass roommate was drunk as hell and in his feels about some tortured past. But Dabi’s eyes were bright and lucid now, blinking down at Tomura as he dragged their tongues together, flooding his mouth with the faint taste of cigarettes and jizz.

Their cocks brushed together too, the stimulation making Tomura whine into Dabi’s lips, who dropped a merciful hand down, taking them both in his fist and began pumping.

He didn’t stop as he pulled back, grinning down at Tomura like a fucking maniac—all shitty tattoos and silver piercings. The little barbels that stuck through Dabi’s nipples brushed against his own and made him moan at the cool metal and hot skin on his sensitive chest. Tomura was fucking sensitive everywhere, as Dabi had helped him discover, probably from a lifetime of being touched more by cheap sweatshirts than human hands.

“Now,” Dabi grunted as he thrust loosely against Tomura’s cock and his own fist before pulling away to settle back between his legs. “Shut up and cum down my throat—gotta give your virgin ass a refresher on mind shattering orgasms, so you know if that bitch is any good or not.”

Tomura’s tongue was halfway around a witty comeback when Dabi swallowed him to the hilt once again and started working his ass even harder. He really fucked hoped the neighbors were not home to hear him get his shit rocked at 2pm on a fucking Tuesday, cause Dabi might have been flunking out of his classes but he’d get a goddamn A plus for sucking dick.

The hand on his thigh, spreading him open, migrated to his hip so that Tomura could snap his legs shut hard around Dabi’s ring littered ears as he guided Tomura to grind down on his hand. The pressure in his gut built up exponentially higher now that Dabi wasn’t trying to hold him on the edge of climax. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for him to acquiesce to Dabi’s request, as he tightened up in a full body clench before gripping Dabi’s hair and spilling rope after rope of hot, sticky release straight onto his roommate’s tongue.

Dabi, the fucking slut, made a show of swallowing every drop that spilled from Tomura’s abused cock, milking his prostate the whole time and only letting Tomura slip from his mouth when he was soft and finally spent.

The fingers in his ass remained though, still for the most part and slowly dipping in and out every so often. Tomura whimpered and clenched but was somewhat thankful for the remaining feeling of fullness.

“So, did you really mean all that?” Dabi asked with his signature smirk. “You really want your group project partner to cockwarm you and fuck your tight little ass?”

“Fuck off,” Tomura scowled and smacked Dabi hard across the face with an errant pillow.

Dabi yanked it from his grasp and tossed his ammunition onto the floor. “Hey, it’s not actually too bad in here,” he wiggled his fingers for emphasis which elicited an embarrassingly high gasp from Tomura, “give ‘em my number if you need a reference for asshole tightness.”

“Get the fuck out of my ass and my room,” Tomura kicked at Dabi’s back as it shook with laughter that lacked it’s usual jeering bite.

“What? Saving the cuddles for your new S/O?” he shot back, nuzzling his cum and spit covered face into Tomura’s neck.

With their chests pressed together, Tomura could feel the cooling, sticky remnants of Dabi’s own release coating his stomach. He squirmed against the sensation and pushed at the offending chest until his friend flopped down onto the scant space left between the mattress and the wall.

“Ew,” Tomura ran a finger through the mess Dabi had left smeared on him. “I’m taking a fucking shower.”

“God, finally!” Dabi exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and producing a cigarette from god knows where. He let the paper rest between his lips unlit. “I should have thought about getting you fucked out on the reg earlier, creep, if it’ll stop you smelling like ass.”

Tomura launched the discarded pillow which hit it’s mark with a dull thump.

“You better be fucking gone when I get back,” he hissed and stumbled naked, on shaking legs into the hall and to their shared bathroom.

Dabi’s cackling followed him until the door shut and the lock clicked behind him.

Tomura turned the water on quickly, letting steam cloud the mirror before he jumped under the spray. The only products on the shelves were Dabi’s for the most part with the exception of a store brand bar of soap and some 3 in one shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Tomura knew he should clean himself more often, but his skin was so fucking raw all the time it hurt to do, so he mostly avoided it unless the smell got really unbearable—or Dabi was painting him in jizz whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He tried to get in and out as quickly as possible so he didn’t have the opportunity to think too hard about the admission his fuck buddy roommate had pulled from him mid blow job. Because if he did—in his post nut, clingy state—he’d most certainly imagine you were with him, tits pressed against his back and your soft, insistent tongue dipping past his lips, tasting like fruit gum and expensive cafe drinks instead of nicotine and cum.

And he really couldn’t handle that. Cause Dabi was right, he had something fucking bad for you and the thought of another rejection loomed large.

When he did towel himself off and shuffle, still naked back into his bedroom Dabi was nowhere to be seen. Tomura’s phone however, was left sitting right next to the jizz stain on his sheets. He frowned at the open balcony door where Dabi was no doubt smoking and snatched the device before tumbling onto the pillows.

He powered it on and scrolled through his notifs before one caught his eyes. You and Dabi were really the only people that ever texted him, but the contact name above this one had changed.

bitch (endearing)

— hey, starting an impromptu round of Smash soon if you’re interested <3

The stupid text heart made his chest throb and he stared at Dabi’s new nickname for you, not even noticing the fucking grin that tugged at his cheeks.

He bit his lip to stop the twitching when it pulled too hard at the chapped skin and scrambled for his clothes before shooting a quick confirmation text back. Tomura opted for his only pair of black jeans this time instead of sweats and the least stained sweatshirt he owned.

Dabi peaked around the corner when he heard the clink of Tomura’s keys. The bastard was smoking in just a pair of underwear that left half his ass on display for all the whole fucking street. He smirked, quirking his eyebrows and bringing his hands up to slip his index finger through the circle he made on the other hand in a silent, vulgar gesture.

“Screw off,” Tomura shouted over his shoulder and made for the door.

“Wrap it before you tap it, bro!” Dabi called after him, cut off by the subsequent slamming.

Tomura took the stairs two at a time, pulling out his phone and tucking the hood over his damp hair, this time to hide the growing smile playing at his lips.

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ambrosia

pairing || Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

summary || You’ve been having a hard week. There’s nothing Steve loves more than taking care of his girl. 

word count || 2,318

warnings || oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, soft!dom Stevie, slight degradation but like... sweetly? idk, unprotected sex, slightest breeding kink if ya squint, slight cockwarming

a/n || Hello yes it is I, the local harlot here to bless you with some smut and feel goods in a totally not self indulgent fic bc I was having a hard week.

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It had been nearly an entire week since you had seen Steve.

Normally, that wouldn’t have been a problem. Hell, there had been times where you didn’t see him for months when things got tricky on his missions. It was more the fact that in the time he had been gone, you had barely slept more than a handful of hours a night if you were lucky and the one thing that was like magic for your insomniac brain was Steve’s embrace. It all started when you accidentally stayed awake into the hours of the early morning. The muse had struck and given you the blessing of inspiration that quickly became a curse of not being unable to set aside your work until it felt just right. That wasn’t until three in the morning, of course. Then you napped the next day from the lingering sleepiness, effectively throwing your sleep schedule entirely out of whack.

Little things that usually would be a minor annoyance at best left you viscerally frustrated, each inconvenience building one upon another until you were left too overwhelmed to complete even the simplest of tasks. You managed to trudge your way through your other responsibilities, leaving you with only laundry and tidying the kitchen to concern yourself with but the pile of clean laundry that sat in front of you waiting to be folded felt impossible. Instead of feeling proud of how much you had already accomplished, you were angry with yourself for not getting more done. Tears of frustration pricked your eyes, which only made you feel even more ridiculous.

The sound of the front door opening and closing broke you out of your annoyed trance of glaring at the laundry basket and you quickly wiped the tears away when you heard a familiar voice calling from the entryway, “I’m home!”

“Hey,” You said, your voice cracking slightly as you greeted Steve as he paused to lean over the couch and kiss the top of your head.

“Are you okay?” Concern tinged his voice, his eyebrows furrowed on that pretty face of his as he studied your current state. Your mouth opened and closed, trying to find a way to say it without sounding pathetic but you couldn’t. Shoulders slumped, you leaned back into the cushions with a long sigh. “Oh, honey. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I haven’t slept right in days.” You looked up at him with a pitiful look. “I haven’t slept right in days and I’m exhausted and I spent the entire day cleaning and the only thing I have left to do is this damn laundry, but I’m so tired, and -”

“Whoa, whoa,” Steve sat next to you to bring you into a firm hug, rubbing your back soothingly. If there was one thing you knew for sure, it was that your lover gave the best hugs. He made you feel like the only person in the entire world. “Let me help, okay?”

“What? No,” You grumbled stubbornly. “You just got back from a mission, Steve, you need to sit and relax.”

“It was just reconnaissance.” Steve assured you. “I sat in a car with Bucky for a few days and then sat in debriefings for a few more - the last thing I need is to be sitting around on my ass.”

“Language,” You teased gently, chuckling when he gave you a glare that held no real heat.

“Go on, get your book. Relax for a little bit and let me take care of things.” Steve’s voice had an air of finality about it. You knew that he took a special kind of pride in taking care of those he loved, so you listened.

There was no denying the relief that washed over you. The warmth of his presence next to you as he methodically began folding clothes and recounting some of the antics he had to deal with thanks to Sam and Bucky’s constant bickering helped some of the tension ease from your exhausted body. Not to mention just how good he looked - so good that you could barely focus on the novel in your lap. Sure, seeing him in his uniform was its own special kind of sexy, but there was something about those soft long-sleeves and comfortable jeans that felt… domestic. The sight of him with his sleeves rolled up as he took care of your mixed laundry made something stir in your belly.

“What else needs to get done?” He asked after he took the basket upstairs and put it all away.

“Just tidying up the kitchen,” You tossed the book onto the coffee table and reached up to him with grabby hands that you knew he couldn’t resist. “Plus giving me kisses.”

Steve leaned down with a little grin, balancing himself on one knee against the couch cushions, and kissed you deeply. The little moan he gave against your lips when you eagerly accepted the teasing of his tongue made you shiver.

“You taste sweet.” He whispered as he crowded you closer into the couch, both hands cupping your face in a firm but gentle grip.

“Had strawberries before you came home.” You held him close by the collar of his shirt, probably stretching it out but you couldn’t really give a damn when he felt so good against you. “Forget cleaning, it can wait.”

“Yeah?” Steve teased, his face mere inches from yours as he gave you those hooded, hungry eyes that made your stomach flip. “Whatcha wanna do instead?”

“You.”

The cheekiness of your reply made him snatch you up, putting that super soldier strength to good use with a desperate grip on the soft flesh of your thighs. It was far from the first time he showed off his strength like that, but each time made your stomach flip in excitement just thinking about all of the things he could do to you. You hooked your ankles around his waist, your arms keeping you steady where they wrapped around his shoulders as he marched you upstairs and into your bedroom to drop you onto the mattress. Your thighs rubbed together at the sight of him standing over you, the rise and fall of his chest growing faster along with the hunger in his eyes.

“You work so hard, baby. Let me reward you.” He purred, tracing your ankle where the hem of your leggings ended, and his face lit up at your desperate nodding. You whined at the familiar need tightening in your belly over the strength behind his hands as he pushed your thighs open wide, his fingertips ghosting along your covered pussy. “Such a good girl for me…”

“Steve, please…” You whimpered, desperately pulling off your leggings. This little game of his, the teasing and soft touches ramping up into hot needy fucking, was something you had no issue playing any other time, but right now you couldn’t handle the wait. Steve caught on quickly and helped pull the clothes away from your legs before he ripped his shirt over his head.

“So needy for me, huh?” Steve slowly unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his legs. “Shirt off and lay your head on the pillows. I’ll take care of ya, sweetheart.”

You scrambled to follow his command, not missing the smirk your obedience garnered. The softness of his domination was addicting, left you yearning to hear the filthy praise that dripped from his lips like the sweetest ambrosia that could cure your every ache. Steve followed you up the bed, his briefs the only scrap of clothing left on his body, but before you could admire how gorgeous he looked, his hand hooked around your ankle to yank you closer. A sharp, surprised laugh melted into a moan when he finally got his mouth on you. His tongue rolled against your clit without preamble, completely abandoning the teasing to give you exactly what you were begging for.

“Oh fffuck!” You bit out, your head falling back into the pillows as your hips jolt up, and Steve chuckled darkly as he set his forearm over your hips to hold you in place, his other hand gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise. You grabbed a handful of his short hair in retaliation, a delighted smile lighting up your face at the groan you got in return.

Fuck, he felt too good, knew your body too fucking well. You grew more and more wet with each pass of his tongue against your clit, your hips rolling in time with his ministrations as the two of you found a familiar rhythm.

“There you go, baby.” Steve encouraged as he eased a finger into your dripping pussy with a downright sinful groan, quickly adding another. “So fuckin’ wet for me.”

The dual pleasure of his fingers and tongue made you see stars, made your back arch and your thighs squeeze his head until your orgasm washed over you in a devastating wave. It wasn’t until you shoved him back by his head that he finally stopped his tortuous pleasure. The sight of him wiping the wetness from his mouth with the back of his hand still had your belly tightening with need.

“You did so good.” Steve murmured, pressing a kiss to your thigh, then your navel, kissing a trail between your breasts and up your neck until he met your lips. You moaned at the filthy act of tasting yourself on his tongue. “Look so pretty when you come.”

The combination of his praise and the not-so-subtle press of his cock against your thigh had you keening beneath him, your leg hooking over his waist to drag him close enough to grind against the bulge in his briefs.

“Feel that?” He practically growled as he rutted down against you shamelessly. “That’s all for you baby. Gonna stuff your pretty pussy full’a my cum and you’re gonna say thank you for it too, you hear me?”

“I will, I promise… I promise, Stevie.” You babbled, losing any comprehensible thought other than the absolute dismay that he wasn’t absolutely wrecking you already. “Please fuck me?”

“Since you asked so sweetly,” Steve rid himself of his last scrap of clothes like they were burning him and entered you in one fluid thrust that had the both of you moaning in unison. His forehead fell to your shoulder as he let you adjust, hips swirling in tiny circles of their own accord because you felt so fucking good. “Ssso fuckin’ tight,”

The light desperation in your whimper made him smirk, his teeth sinking into your shoulder before soothing the mark with a lick of his tongue. “This is what you needed, huh baby? Just needed to relax on my cock...”

“S-Steve…” Was all you could manage, your eyes unfocused as he gave that first tentative thrust, followed quickly by a sharp, deep rhythm that made you see stars.

“Cockdrunk already?” He cooed but his cocky tone broke as you clung to him, your fingers digging into the muscle of his biceps as you used those thighs he adored against him, dragging him closer, deeper. “Fuckin’ needy little thing, aren’tcha? That’s okay, sweet baby, I got whatcha need.”

Steve pulled away and for a moment you clutched tighter, trying to keep him against you, but he pushed your legs back to your chest with a strength to be reckoned with, the new position making you feel infinitely more full and he growled at the feeling of you tightening around him. There were already fingertip bruises forming on your thighs where he held you right where he wanted you as his thrusts became faster, more desperate with his impending release, with the damn near feral need to see his cum leaking from your fucked out pussy.

It was the pressure of his thumb against your clit that forced you to find your words, your sweet cries of ‘please, please, please’ egging him on to roll his thumb until your hips jerked under the stimulation. You were so sensitive, so responsive to every little touch, it drove him fucking crazy.

“Come on my cock like a good girl,” Steve gritted out, angling his hips to grind his cock against that sweet spot that made you arch against him so prettily. “Thaaaat’s it…”

You broke underneath him, your second orgasm ripping through you in an intense burst that stole the breath from your lungs, leaving you to gasp as you shuddered. It was his favorite sight, watching you fall apart beneath him, and Steve let your leg settle around his waist once more to chase the high he balanced upon in faltered thrusts until he couldn’t hold back any longer. His pelvis pressed flush against your sweat-slick skin, some basic instinct demanding he shove himself as deep into your sensitive pussy as he could to fill you up.

He let himself melt against you, his full weight keeping you pressed against the mattress as he softened inside you, the both of you trying to catch your breath in the aftermath. You carded your fingers through his hair lazily, eyes closed as you let the satisfied exhaustion soak into you, grinning when your still fluttering walls made Steve hiss slightly. He still kept himself buried inside of you - so typical of him.

Sighing happily, Steve nuzzled his face further into your neck to trail sloppy kisses along your neck, pausing every now and then to lean back into your hand. Playing with his hair was the number one way to get him all warm and snuggly, especially if he was exhausted from giving you a thorough fucking. He gingerly eased himself off of you only to pull you close so you could lay your head on his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you even closer to sleep.

“Go to sleep, honey.” Steve rumbled, his voice full of his own exhaustion. “I’ll be right here when you wake.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

[purecantarella]

I'll Always Find You

i actually got this idea from a song by Reinaeiry and i am not ashamed to say the first time i heard this song, i cried. i'm a little emotionally fragile right now HAHAHAH in any case, enjoy!

Immortal!Reader x non idol!Myoui Mina

disclaimer : character death, cursing, angst

You were sinful in your life, an heiress taking everything your life for granted. Willingly watched thousands upon thousands suffer for your sick amusements. Therefore, when you died, the Gods gave you a punishment worse than death. You were to live forever with no means of naturally dying and you could not die purposefully.

You were to live all of eternity, an immortal being.

At first, you enjoyed your limitless life; living and loving in the moment. You glided through your life in bliss and had no idea the drawbacks of your eternal punishment. You lived your day to day as you would before; drinking, partying, and drowning yourself in your lust.

Until every day the pleasures you once lived for became dull, and the ones you were closest with settled down, creating lasting bonds, bending down to their old age, leaving you alone.

You, still not understanding the lesson in which the Gods bestowed on you, sought solace in all your sins, the riches you had slowly thinning as the years went on until you were left with nothing. Dirt poor and resented the gift you once saw as a blessing, you begged for the release of death. Every day was a struggle of what you were to feed yourself, how were you going to keep yourself warm in your deteriorating mansion, how were you going to live.

One day while on the streets begging for scraps, you were beginning to feel weak from the cold and the starvation that had hung over you for almost a week now. The world around you began to spin violently before you fell to the ground with a dull thud. Although your vision was becoming more and more hazy, through the tunnel, you saw a pale woman run to your aid before your it all went dark.

You awoke in a well-decorated room, much like yours when you were still living comfortably. The happiest thought dawned upon you, it was all a nightmare. All your hell was over and a big smile grew on your features as you jumped up from your bed excitedly. Looking out the window, you realized that you were in an unfamiliar family ground. This wasn’t your home.

“Oh! You’re awake, and up.” A soft voice called to you from the door making you jump out of your skin, ready to fight the intruder. You froze at the angel that began walking towards you, heart leaping out of your chest. The lady was pale, seemingly glowing, dark locks, kind and welcoming eyes, a shy, gummy smile gracing over her pink lips, three perfectly placed moles on her nose and around her lips, and an aura around her that just seemed warm and safe as she gracefully made her way to you. “I’m glad we saw you when we did. There’s no telling what could have happened had we not been there.”

She lay a tray of pastries that wafted a wonderful smell on the bed, making you drool at the scent. The pale woman giggled softly and pat the bed, inviting you to sit and eat. Slowly, you made your way back to the bed, not wanting to seem too eager. You sat, silently eying the food that made you lick her lips. Seeing your hesitation, she took one of the flakey pastries and offered it to you.

Unable to control yourself, you took it and greedily ate at it, truly sating your hunger for what felt like decades. Once you’d consumed a little more than half of what was originally on the plate, you looked at the woman who gazed at you with a gentle smile. “Thank you, kind miss.”

“It was nothing.” She paused to take one pastry for herself. “I am Mina, by the way. Myoui Mina.” Mina introduced herself and the corners of your mouth curled up slowly. You raised your gaze to look at the woman. “A beautiful name for a such beautiful woman.” You flirted shamelessly to which she rolled her eyes, a blush dusting over her pale features.

Mina picked up the tray and began walking away. “Flattery will get you nowhere…” She muttered while she was by the door, throwing a glance over her shoulder. The smile on your face grew tenfold. “Since you’ve brought it up,” You started, staring at your beautiful angel. Her gaze heavily trained on you. “My name is Y/F/N. Very pleased to meet you’re acquaintance, miss Myoui.”

After your first encounter with Mina, you became more determined to see the well-off woman again. It’d been the first time since you’d felt something more than the anguish of your situation. You were always a smart worker, easily susceptible to the changes around you, creating a name for yourself once, you knew you could do it again. It wasn’t long before you had done just that. Becoming a major shareholder in a big corporation.

“Well, this is a big change from when I last saw you, L/n.” A sweet and familiar voice called from your office door. Your head shot up from the papers you were to sign with a big smile on your face. “Miss Myoui!” You called getting up to shake her hand. The moment you took it, it felt right and unknowingly the contact lingered. Making the other woman quirk a brow in amusement. Pulling her hand away as she walked around the spacious office that was filled with different books and papers. “You really are something else, from nothing to all of this.” Once again, Mina made eye contact with you, making a heat rise to the tips of your ears.

Regaining your composure, you took a step to be right in front of the rich young woman. “Maybe I had the right inspiration.” You nudged her shoulder gently, making her smile. “That’s some hell of an inspiration, L/n.” She bumped you back, making you chuckle softly.

“Did you really come all this way just to eye my office, Miss Myoui?” You asked, returning behind your desk, a smirk growing on your face as you saw her begin to fumble with her words shyly. A huge contrast from the confidence she emitted when she first entered. Your ears perk at her excuse. “I wanted to see you again, I suppose.”

In a brief moment of confidence, you finally asked, “Would you like to go to dinner with me miss Myoui?” The question caught both of you off guard but you wouldn’t let her know that. While the tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, with one smile and a nod everything melted away. “I would love that, L/n.” Mina said before turning a heel and walking out your office, leaving you with a dopey smile on your face.

Both of you spent years together, growing closer, falling in love, fighting to be allowed to be wed, and spending her natural life together. Though you were never officially married, you'd made a vow to each other to be with each other through thick and thin, keeping the love alive.

Nothing was dull with her in your life. You'd begun to love life again. She taught you so much in so little time, and you took those lessons with you every single day. On the good days and the bad, especially when she got sick.

"N/n...darling...calm down." The monitor that had been connected to her body was beginning to beep violently, making your eyes well with tears. "No, no, it's too soon." You said panicked as you got up to get the nurse when she took her hand in yours for what felt like the last time.

She pressed her chapped lips to the back of your hand before placing it on her weakening heart. "It's going to be fine, darling." She motioned for you to lean down, pressing your forehead to hers, pressing a weak kiss to your lips. "I love you so much, Y/F/N. Never forget that. Understand?"

You nodded holding her close to yourself, sobs finally ripping from your chest. "I love you too, Mina..." You choked on your intakes of air before begging her, "Please, hang on a bit longer." She chuckled softly placing a shaky hand over your cheek.

"I would if I could, N/n. You know that." Mina replied, her eyes beginning to droop slowly. You shook your head, pulling her close again, making sure she felt warm despite how cold she was. "I'll find you again." You vowed against her chest. "And I will make sure our love will never die..." You added as your breath caught up with you again. Mina simply nodded, smiling at you the same way she did when you first met before you heard the line on the monitor releasing a long beep.

- Years Later -

You shot out of your bed, completely lost in where you were yet again. A cold sweat running down your back as your alarm blared out, catching your attention. You closed your eyes as the headache you had the night before remained to loom over you. Turning off your alarm, you closed your eyes again as you took in the smell of the fresh air coming from outside your window.

'Just like her...' You thought to yourself as your phone rang softly. Looking at the caller ID, it was one of your business partners making you groan out angrily. "Yes?" You asked as you let out a frustrated huff of air.

"Took you long enough, L/n. We have a meeting in 30." You eyed the clock, the frustration in your chest beginning to suffocate you. "It's 6AM. Who needs to meet with us at this time?"

Your partner told you that they could explain it later and to just get to the office in 15 minutes. You ran a hand through your hair as you got ready, looking in the mirror trying to make yourself look decent. 'Fix your tie.' You heard her say in your head making you turn in a panic, you shook it off and left you apartment and make your way to the company.

Realizing you had more time than you had thought, you stopped by to pick up some coffee for both you and your associate. Your mind wandering to her again, to the love of your life. Noting the café you stood in, and how she would love it here. You mindlessly looked around the café, noting how cozy it was, considering being late to your meeting to relax there. Your gaze fell onto a certain table making your heart jump into your throat.

Sitting there alone, wearing a pair of sunglasses, a cap, and reading a book while silently sipping her coffee. Your eyes widened as you saw her again for the first time in almost half a century. Not knowing what to do with yourself you ordered a pastry for her to eat with her coffee and asking the staff to give it to her as you slipped out of the café, before staring into the window at her as she received the familiar flakey pastry.

You smiled warmly at her familiar gummy smile as she took the pastry from the waitress. Your heart felt full again and you wanted to burst out in tears and hold her again before you shook it off and walked to your office.

The next day, you entered the same café, hoping to see the woman again. Not seeing her sitting anywhere, you let your shoulders fall sadly. You fell in line planning to order a coffee for yourself. When you raised your head to tell the waitress your order, you found yourself stuttering over your words as you met her kind brown eyes once again.

"It's you." You both said at the same time, both flushing at the situation. Muttering out your order, you reached for your wallet to which she shook her head. "It's on me." She said ringing it up as you smiled gratefully. "It's nothing. I'm Mina by the way."

Your ears pricked up at the sound of her voice before you replied, "Y/n. It's nice to meet you."

ooft i hope you guys enjoyed. this was in the back of my mind for weeks and i'm really glad that it came out the way it did. remember that requests are open, it'll just take me a bit to get to them and criticism on my work is completely accepted. don't hesitate❣️

anyway, keep safe everyone and have a good day! 💖😊

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Annual Halloween Imagines

day 9

imagine: Begging your boyfriend Derke Hale to help you supervise the High school halloween dance

"come on!!"

you climbed into your boyfriends lap wrapping your arms around his neck reaching over kissing his jawline softly slowly pulling back " please" giving him another kiss this time on the corner of his mouth as he grinned feeling your lips brush against his. Derek hardly ever said No too you. mainly because he Loved making you Smile and whenever you asked him too do something it wasnt anything he wouldn't want too do. you and him were very compatible But this time. No! absolutely No way in hell would Derke agree too help you supervise A School dance. Not with Scott, Stiles and the rest of the pack their mocking him calling him a whipped wolf no!

too be fair it was Stiles who made jokes about how Whipped Derek was since meeting you. anytime he made a comment like that you call him Scotts Little Pup or Lindias Scraps . and Stiles goes pretty quite after that.

you knew he would say No so you were trying too tempt him by getting drunk on your kisses. which Derek realized as he kissed back kissing you deeply for a second too short before pulling back .

"No." whcih made you groan and decide plan B.

if Innocent kisses cant convince him then you would have too fully seduce him.

Derek LOVED that tactic you Hardly ever seduce him for a favor and he loved it. ever second. but again after the Heated session you asked again and derek said No.

so Plan C Jealously

you never intentionally ever made Derek Jealous only once wheb you were at the Bar waiting for Derek who was late due too a Wolf meeting. you were talking too a guy About fort night. And how much you HATED that game and the ridiculous dances you seen all the time in school. the guy wasnt perverted he was polite and kind But Derek came in and instantly wrapped his arms around you kissing your neck. he hated seeing some guy who was clearly flirting with you. (those you didn't notice) but Derek noticed.

How too much Derek jealous of you while you were going too a high school dance was difficult it wasnt excatly a Place grown ups would want too go. But you were convicned you could!

so the night of the dance you walked out too the living room wearing a Red cape as Derek noticed the Red dress under jt as he recognized who were you. Red riding hood.

Derek had too bite his inner cheel too stop himself from grinning. He Knew he loved seeing you in Red. and you beinf a Character that gets devoured by a wolf! Derek couldnt show his excitment for the outfit. cause he didnt want too budge on his decison.

"oh goood news I found someone too help me with the kids!"

Derek crossed his arms tightly too himself.

"oh yea who?"

"your uncle"

Dereks jaw dropped hearing that. Of ALl the people in town he wasnt expecting his Uncle who Shamelessly flirts with you All the time! Derek Groaned getting too his feet.

"you arent going like that for him!" looking down at your outfit confused. why would your costume matter? but then Derek walked oved grabbign your hips softly. " Fine ill go!! but then afterwards you let me be the Big Bad wolf."

Smilingly brightly wrapping your arms around his neck. "Deal"

#derek hale #derek hale imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #fandom imagine #halloween imagine #annual halloween imagine

[es-kay-zee]

Fire Alarm pt 3 | Kim Seungmin x Reader

Genre: smut, angst

Warnings: softdom! seungmin, female reader, sir kink, marking, fingering, unprotected sex, swearing, mentions of infidelity.

Requested: yes

Word count: 3k

Taglist: @channiesky @bxngchxn @moonlit-lixie @jisungsplatforms  

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  You wish you could go back in time, back to the honeymoon stage of your relationship. A happier time, one where you didn’t find yourself wondering where it all went wrong.

You and Seungmin were drifting apart, had been for a while now. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment things fell apart. It was a gradual thing. At the start you would get good morning texts every single morning, now you were lucky to get a text at all. You hadn’t been on a date with Seungmin for weeks, he’d always claimed to be too busy every time you’d suggested going out.

Most of your friends had told you, numerous times, that it might just be best to break up with him. But you refused to accept that. You were determined to make it work, determined to salvage the scraps of your failing relationship. No matter what it takes, you’ll do it.

So, when yours and Seungmin’s six-month anniversary rolls around, you decide that that’s your chance to bring back the spark that was so quickly lost. 

You’d sent him a text when you woke up that morning, saying happy anniversary, that you love him, and to come over to your apartment that evening because you had something special planned. It took him a while to respond, despite the fact that you knew he was awake because of morning classes. But you decided to ignore how long his reply took. He agreed to come over and you set your plan in motion.

Finishing classes for the day, you walk through the front door of your apartment. You’d moved into the small space after last semester ended, wanting to live in a space that’s off-campus. You loved it. While the commute to classes took a bit longer than before, it was totally worth it in your opinion.

You walk into the kitchen, grocery bags in your hands. The supermarket trip was slightly expensive, a bit pricier than your normal trips. But you didn’t mind, you were willing to fish out the extra money in order to make Seungmin’s favourite meal for your anniversary dinner. Placing the groceries on the kitchen counter, you start unpacking the ingredients. Once they’re all unpacked, you begin, tying your hair up and pulling up the recipe you’ve used in the past.

By the time you’ve finished cooking, there’s still 20 minutes before Seungmin is set to show up. Leaving the food in the oven – with it turned off, of course – to stay warm, you decide on taking a quick shower to freshen up after the long day. Classes had been beating your ass and Seungmin being distant really didn’t help. You hoped that tonight could help fix your failing relationship.

Your shower is quick, but the warmth of the water helps to loosen up some of your tight muscles. Stress had been getting the better of you. Hopping out of the shower, you dry off and grab the dress you laid out for yourself earlier. It’s a simple dress, not too fancy for an at-home dinner but still nice enough for an anniversary dinner with your boyfriend. It was a dress that you love, one that flatters your body just right.

Making your way back out to the living room, you take a seat on the couch, waiting for Seungmin to arrive. The clock ticks over to 7pm, Seungmin’s arrival time. He’s still not there. You give him a bit more time, knowing that you can’t expect him to be there exactly on time. He might’ve been busy or caught up with something that’s got him running late. But when another 35 minutes pass by and he still hasn’t shown up, you start to get annoyed.

After flicking him a quick text to ask how long he’s gonna be, you fall back against the couch with a huff. His one saving grace is that he replies straight away, saying that he’s almost there. And true to his word, you hear a knock at your front door barely 5 minutes later.

You jump up, straightening out the creases in your dress before walking towards the door, opening it, and stepping aside for Seungmin to enter. He’s dressed casually, jeans and a simple shirt. A small part of you wishes he put in a little more effort to wear something nicer but the bigger part of you is just glad he showed up.

“Sorry I took so long, class ran late.” You know it’s a lie, he didn’t have any afternoon classes today. But you don’t question him, not wanting to start an argument.

“It’s okay, you’re here now,” you smile, closing the door before standing on your tippy-toes and kissing Seungmin briefly. “Come on, dinner’s ready.”

You lead him towards the table, directing him towards one of the empty seats while you go back to the kitchen to dish up the food. Returning to the table with both plates in your hands, you set one down in front of Seungmin, and place the other down at your seat.

Dinner goes by relatively easily, only feeling slightly awkward. You don’t know why it feels that way, but you ignore it anyway. There’s small conversation as you both eat, along with multiple compliments from Seungmin about your cooking.

Once dinner is over and the conversation has come to a pause, you both stand up, grabbing your dirty dishes and heading towards the kitchen.

“I wash, you dry?” you say, grabbing his plate from him and placing both of them in the sink before turning on the tap.

“Of course,” Seungmin replies, picking up the tea towel and smiling at you.

You fill up the sink, ensuring that the water isn’t too hot that it burns your hands, and you begin to scrub at the dishes. Every item that you clean and put to the side, Seungmin picks it up and dries it before putting it away in it’s assigned cupboard.

You barely make it through half of all the cooking dishes before you feel Seungmin’s arms wrap around your waist and his lips against your shoulder. He places gentle kisses on the exposed skin, slowly moving up until he’s nipping softly as the side of your neck. You drop the spatula from your hands back into the water, and Seungmin holds the tea towel up in front of you so that you can dry your hands.

Once your hands are dry, you place the tea towel on one side of the kitchen counter and rest your head back against Seungmin’s shoulder, relishing in the way his lips feel against your skin. It’s delicious, a feeling that you haven’t felt for a while. You missed it.

Seungmin’s front is pressed firmly against your back, the edge of the kitchen counter pressing uncomfortably against your hips. But you couldn’t care less about the discomfort, not when your boyfriend was finally touching you again. He slides one of his hands up your body, slipping it under the fabric of your low-cut dress and cupping your breast. You can feel his smirk against your skin when he finds you braless.

His thumb slowly circles your nipple, and your breathing picks up at the stimulation. The kisses start to get rougher, and before long he’s sucking blemishes into the skin, trailing up and down the left side of your throat. He pinches your nipple, gently pulling and twisting the bud, finally eliciting a quiet whine from you.

“Turn around,” he whispers in your ear, his voice a note darker than usual. His breath against your ear sends a small shiver of excitement straight down to your core, and you can already feel yourself growing embarrassingly wet.

He moves back slightly, allowing you just enough space to do as he says, quickly turning yourself around so that it’s your back pressing uncomfortably against the edge of the kitchen counter. But again, you didn’t care about that. You just craved more of his touch.

His hands grip harshly at your thighs, a silent request for you to jump. And again, you’re more than happy to oblige. You jump, and he seats you on the counter-top, and he wastes no more time before pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss.

While you’d truly missed the way his hands felt against your body, you missed this more. The way his lips felt against your own. The way his kisses could ignite a fire within you, how they could make you feel alive.

Your lips move in sync, a rushed frenzy of saliva and teeth. His hands rest on your waist, while yours cup his face. His tongue finds entrance into your mouth, moving with yours.

He moves his hands, placing them on your thighs and slowly sliding the hem of your dress upwards. You moan when he presses the pad of one of his fingers against your covered core.

“Fuck, you’re dripping, baby,” he says, your face heating up at his words. You bury your head in the crook of his neck, hiding in embarrassment. “Who’s got you this wet?”

“Y-you, sir.”

He slides his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, slowly sliding the fabric down your legs and off of you. You hiss as the cool air hits your soaked folds, and Seungmin loves the sound. He’s quick to return his fingers to your core, rubbing languid on your clit, pulling a needy mewl from your kiss-swollen lips.

You grind your hips against his hand as much as you can in your position, and Seungmin just chuckles darkly at your desperation. He continues the slow movements, knowing that it’s nowhere near enough to get you close to your orgasm.

“Please,” you whimper, desperately wanting more.

“Please what, y/n? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me exactly what you want.”

Your ears burn hot as you try to fight away the shyness. You know you have to say it out loud if you want to get off.

“F-finger me. Please, I need it. I’ll be your good girl, please, please, please,” you babble quickly, moments away from crying out of desperation.

“You’ll be my good girl?” he says, continuing his teasing on your clit, wanting to hear you beg more.

“Mhm, your good girl. I promise, just please, I really need it.”

Seungmin smiles at you, loving how he can get you begging so shamelessly with such ease. He stops his torturously slow movements, instead sliding two fingers into your slick pussy.  His fingers move in and out of you, curling against your sensitive spot and you instantly moan. You’ve gone untouched by Seungmin for long enough that you’re extra sensitive, his ministrations already sending you hurtling towards orgasm.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispers, and that’s all you need – along with one well placed thrust of his fingers – for you to release all over his digits. He guides you through your high, continuing to finger you until you’ve come back down. He slides his digits out of your cunt, bringing them instead to your lips. You open, and he slides them into your mouth, resting them against your tongue.

You get to work, sucking and licking his fingers until they’re clean of your release, before pulling them from your mouth with a soft pop. Seungmin can’t help but groan as he watches you, absolutely loving the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers.

Seungmin quickly helps you off the countertop, taking you hand in his and pulling you towards the bedroom. You smile on the way there, excited to finally be getting dicked-down by your boyfriend again.

Finally reaching your bedroom, both you and Seungmin are quick to shed off your clothes, not wanting to waste anymore time. Finally stripped of your clothes, you lie on the bed and Seungmin comes to hover over you. He takes his cock in his hand, rubbing the head up and down against your slit. Your cunt tries clenching around nothing, wanting little more than for him to be inside you already.

Luckily for you, Seungmin is now just as needy as you are. He slowly begins to push into you, not stopping until his hips are flushed with yours.  A loud moan escapes you; you haven’t felt this full for a little while. And you almost whine when he starts to pull back out, only to have the air knocked from your lungs when he thrusts back into you.

He’s quick to set a pace; not too fast and not too slow. Just right for the both of you. The pleasure he’s providing you is unbelievable, the head of his cock repeatedly hitting the spot inside of you that his fingers were curling against earlier. The feeling has you seeing stars. You wrap your arms around his body, scratching your nails down the expanse of his back. He groans delightedly at the slight pain, and you can tell he loves it. His thrusts continue, and you can feel yourself nearing you second high, the knot tightening in your stomach. Your body feels light, as if you’re floating on a cloud as the pleasure encompasses your entire body. You feel it everywhere, the warmth that can be felt in every single one of your nerves.

And that’s when he says it, another girl’s name. Everything around you comes to a standstill, except for Seungmin. He hasn’t noticed his mistake yet. His hips keep thrusting into yours quickly, but it no longer feels good. You feel nothing as his cock continues to drag against your walls, tears beginning to form at the corners of your eyes. It hurt; the feeling of your heart being ripped from your chest. It wasn’t just an emotional pain; you could feel it physically. A physical ache deep in your chest as you tried desperately to hold back the sobs.

“Get off me,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to speak any louder. But Seungmin doesn’t hear you, instead maintaining his pace. You place your hands on his chest and push, hard. He halts, looking down at you questioningly. “Get the fuck off me.”

“What’s wrong, y/n?”

“Oh, so you do know my name?” you say, your voice breaking as your heart continues to shatter and you try to stave off your growing anger.

“What the hell are you on about?” he asks, pulling out of you and standing up. You also stand, grabbing your dressing gown and wrapping it around yourself, using it as a shield in an attempt to protect your heart from more damage.

“How long have you been cheating on me?”

“Excuse me?”

“How long?” you repeat, wanting a straight answer from him.

“Y/n, don’t do this.”

“Don’t do this?! You moan out someone else’s fucking name and you tell me not to do this?!”

“What do you want me to say?” Seungmin says, wanting to be anywhere else but right here, right now.

“I want you to tell me the truth. How long have you been cheating on me?”

There’s a long pause before he answers, and it’s obvious that he wants the world to swallow him whole. He never intended on getting caught, but now that he has, he has to own up to what he’s done.

“Two months.”

With the two words, the broken fragments of your heart were taken and crushed into dust. 2 months. 8 weeks. 52 whole days that he’s been seeing someone behind your back. You’d be lying if you said you never once suspected something was up, but you’d refused to believe it. Adamantly denying it until it wasn’t even a thought anymore. Maybe you should have listened to your gut when it told you something was going on.

“Did this mean nothing to you?” you sob, gesturing between Seungmin and yourself. “Did I mean so little that you had to see someone else?”

“No! Of course not! Y/n, I care about you, so much.”

“Bullshit. If you cared, then how could you do this?” Your tears continue to fall relentlessly, staining your cheeks as you cry.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, okay? I really am. It was a stupid mistake,” Seungmin says, taking a step towards you. But you take a step back, not wanting him anywhere near you. His own tears are falling now too, it finally dawning on him just how badly he’s fucked up.

“A stupid mistake that went on for two whole months,” you point out, and Seungmin can tell where this is going.

“Please, I promise it won’t happen again.”

You’re right, it won’t happen again,” you say, desperately trying to get a hold of your crying. “Because we’re over.”

His heart breaks at your words, but you don’t care. He broke yours first. You don’t care if it hurts him to break up, you can’t allow yourself to stay with someone who cheats on you. Not now, not ever.

“Get dressed and then get out. I don’t want to see you again.”

Seungmin knows better than to continue arguing with you about this. He knows that he’s ruined any possibility of staying in a relationship with you. He quietly gathers his discarded clothes and gets dressed. He still doesn’t say a word as he walks towards your bedroom door. He only pauses once on his way, briefly looking back at you before continuing on his way. You try to maintain the little amount of composure that you managed to regain until you hear the sound of your apartment’s front door open and close. Only once you’re sure he’s gone do you truly allow yourself to break down. Crumbling to the floor and letting the sobs uncontrollably wrack through your body. You cry.

You loved Seungmin, you really did. Perhaps a part of you still does, despite what he’s done. You just wonder why he couldn’t love you back. Why he couldn’t stay loyal. It was heart-breaking. Seungmin’s attraction for you was just that, an attraction. Whatever he felt towards you wasn’t love, it was something similar. Something that, for a while, he truly believed to be love. And in the end, he ruined love for you.  

#stray kids smut #skz smut #seungmin smut #kim seungmin smut

[love-minor-poltergeist]

Hi there ghost!! Got any headcanons or a drabble of King Dice and Devil (separately) with an artistic s/o? Someone who loves to draw and make stories, as well as share them! Their sketchbook also may have some drawings of their bf in them 👀 sneaky sneaky. Thank you so much for your wonderful work!

A/N: Ahh, thank you kindly for the compliments! : D Apologies for taking a while to get to this request. I hope this batch is to your liking. If not, please feel free to let me know if you’d like me to redo these!!

(Read more placed due to lengthiness!)

King Dice with an Artistic s/o: 

The die is instantly taken with your creative pursuits. When he discovered your affinity for art and story-telling, he had tried to maintain his cool, calm facade-- if only after he shortly caught himself gawking at the intricate sketch laid out before you. 

For a while, you’ll feel him curiously observe over your shoulder as you draw or write. It may be a little nerve-wracking at first, your hands becoming a little shakier than usual under his rapt attention. 

Often will ask you lots of questions about your artwork or stories. What inspired you to make it? Do you usually draw these kinds of things? Did you have any meaning intended behind it? Etc. It can get a little bit annoying since it feels like he’s interrogating you, but he’s genuinely curious. Dice is always interested to learn about the creative process behind certain media-- and since your his s/o, he’s doubly so.

Dice would feel honored if you ever decide to show him any of your works in progress. He may even offer up some suggestions on what you could add if you’re looking for them. 

Has a small drawer in his office dedicated to keeping all of the drawings or stories you’ve written for him. Every so often, when the die is feeling a little bit low, he’ll open it up and flip through loose scrap paper; sharp bottle-green eyes softening as a small fond smile tugged on his lips. 

Some of the scraps he kept were quite old, and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you’d probably beg for him to toss it out of embarrassment. That doesn’t matter much to him, though. He may tease you about it sometimes, but he truly does love them.

Anytime you ask him to pose for reference, the die always reacts the same way: A coy smile and a look that practically cooed ‘Who, me? Well, if you insist~.’ 

He takes great delight whenever you use him as a model— and it’s not just out of pure ego. The die finds himself drawn into the way your eyes grew focused as they trail over his form, returning his gaze for only a few moments before they fly back to the sketchbook below you. Your hands— ever so lovely, even when they’re covered in charcoal and graphite— a flurry of movement as they recreate his form. Seeing you so focused and at home in your element is always a treat for him. 

He is entirely aware of the “secret” drawings of him in your sketchbook, but he doesn’t say anything about it. If anything, he may or may not have a few song vignettes he wrote with you in mind...

The Devil with an Artistic s/o:

As someone who saw most of humanity’s most remarkable work come to fruition before his eyes, the Devil always had a bit of a soft spot for more artistically inclined souls. The fact that you’re gifted with storytelling and drawing makes you the perfect little package in his eyes. 

With that said, you’re the demon’s very own Scheherazade. When the light of day has slowly bled into darkness, and he laid upon his throne, mind weary and body heavy, he’ll call you into his chambers. Once you’ve arrived, the demon greedily scoops you into his lap-- eyes lidded and expectant.

“Entertain me, my dear,” he’d say curtly before leaning back against his chair.

It may come off as demanding or maybe even a bit selfish to anyone else looking in, but you knew better. You’ve always caught the way blood-red pools danced with light, the way his spaded tail snaked itself around your ankle-- a silent plea for you to stay. You have him utterly enraptured.

An excellent audience to tell your stories to. The demon will sit back and listen, eyes trained on you with intense focus, and hand trained on your lower back-- subtly pressing you against his swelteringly hot form. 

Whenever he's particularly interested in your tale, you may catch his tail's gentle swaying back and forth from the corner of your eye. He may even tap his foot against the floor, subtly jostling you on his knee if he feels like you're taking too long-- he wants to hear what happens next, don't keep him waiting!

Will shamelessly pose whenever he catches you drawing or painting. The Devil has been the muse for countless artists throughout the centuries-- surely he could be yours, no? Surely you’ve seen plenty of him to capture his likeness perfectly (he doesn’t walk around in the nude for nothing, you know-)

Casually builds a small studio for you in his tower. He wants you to have the perfect environment to help inspire you, all the while staying with him, of course... 

Like King Dice, the Devil is fully aware of all of your little drawings of him in your sketchbook (you can only stare at him for so long and get away with it, after all). Unlike his right-hand man, though, the Devil doesn’t hide that he knows. 

Whenever he sees you drawing him, he’ll perch his chin into the crook of your neck. From there, he’ll watch your hands with cat-like ease-- motor-like purr rumbling in his chest and vibrating against your back. 

“You gonna draw yourself ‘side me? I look rather lonely here, don’t you think?”

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