#🍩 of obey me

[angelgoeslewd]

skirt.

🔮 summary: Diavolo, Simeon, Solomon, and Raphael love when you wear a skirt.

⚠️ warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, skirt wearing, AFAB! reader, fingering, public sex, exhibitionism, spell sex.

DIAVOLO:

if there’s one thing good about entrusting your heart to the leader of the Devildom, it’s that Diavolo will never, ever, hide anything from you. this includes how worked up he gets when you he sees you in your school skirt.

he’ll hug you from behind in the morning, as you try and get ready for your classes, telling you if you’re dressed like that, better not to even leave the bed at all, his hand trailing up your thigh, ruffled the skirt up to your hip and flashing your panties at him.

you don’t understand it. you tell him countless times that he’s seen you in it before and this time should be no different, but he just can’t help him! the way it flutters around your thighs, how it rests perfectly on the curve of your ass, how he can nearly see the line of your panties… it drives him wild. expect him showing up in places just to get another look at you. and to make sure no one else gives you the same looks he does.

if he jokes about you sitting on his lap at lunch, DO IT. you’ll get to watch your perfect, eloquent prince freeze up and strain to create sentences. you can feel his cock pressing into you, and his face darkens with color and the promise to ruin you as soon as he can. you wonder if you’re in over your head.

he’s got you pressed up against the bathroom wall, strong hands on your hip, helping you press into his thigh as you grind on him. “That’s it, baby,” he whispers into your ear, “Wet those pretty little panties for me, let me see if drip down your thighs. I’ll lick it up for you after.” everyone else thinks you’ve gone to help Diavolo with human student affair matters. you aren’t sure this is what they had in mind. his cock presses into the front of your cunt, you reach for it, whining for something to fill you, but he grabs your hand away, shoving it above your head. “This is about you right now. Show me how naughty my pretty girl can get.”

make you cum on his thigh until it leaks out of your panties. he’s a cruel lover sometimes. he gives you a kiss and tells you to enjoy the rest of your day, he’s got to go back to the castle since Barbatos is finally forcing him to do work.

you’ll still be fucked into the bed tonight, but if you want your night to be non-stop from the time Diavolo gets home and rips the skirt in two, right off of you, to the next morning, text him ‘updates’ of your pussy with an upskirt view. Barbatos will not appreciate how much Diavolo rushed all his work though.

SIMEON:

you? in a skirt? that’s one way to ensure this man is all over you. Simeon isn’t one for PDA, preferring to keep all your shared, loving touches for when it’s just the two of you, but when you wear a skirt, he just can’t help himself.

it exposes your soft legs, gives him memories of the night before, having them tossed over his shoulder, his hand gently holding them, leaning his head over to kiss them as he rocks into you, guiding you to your orgasm.

his reserved nature doesn’t allow him to say anything to you on the matter, but you definitely notice how he glances at your ass you more frequently during those days, making up excuses to having his hands pressed to your thighs — “Oh, this problem isn’t correct,” he murmurs, leaning over you and using your leg for stability. he tries to distract you from his caressing by going a little too in depth on the answer, but you know your boyfriend by now. you can tell when he wants something, and smile coyly, playing along while your own hand rests on his, guiding it up your skirt further.

his face colors as you get more bold, spreading your legs when he reaches your panties, letting him feel the sticky wetness that he’s created. the library around you two are none the wiser, when his fingers push the thin fabric to the side and press into you slowly. it’s a sleepy pace, Simeon being cautious and inexperienced, but the heat in you is slowly building with his unwavering enthusiasm, the way he presses his fingers deep in you, pulling out only to rub your clit, almost as if telling you he owns this part of you, this pleasure he creates.

when you’re close, grab his wrist and gasp his name. the things he will do to you when he sees your slick drip out of you onto your skirt as he pulls his fingers out of you will be unimaginable, even for him. his gaze pins you to your chair, you’ve never seen such a look on your boyfriend’s face. such desire, such… heat. he’s smiling and asking if you’re ready to go home, but you can tell he’s on the verge of cracking.

you’re lucky Simeon has the willpower to get home and take you as soon as he gets you into the bed. you’ll never know how he almost pushed you into an alley, pulled out his cock, and stroked himself until he came all over that pretty little skirt of yours.

SOLOMON

the second most obvious one. I’d call him the first, since he’s the most bold, telling you straight up how much he likes you in your skirt, but Diavolo is more obvious when it comes to how it affects him.

Solomon sees this as a challenge. a game between you and him to see who can break first. which is why he’ll tell you in the first place, to be honest. he wants to see your cheeks flush when he leans down and whispers his crude words to you in the lunch line, the teasing, dangerous undertone of his unsaid promise teetering on the verge of being a threat.

he is the most touchy of them all, not even trying to hide how he gets his hands all over you, maybe to your embarrassment. when mammon is calling him out on it, it’s a lot. he tells the demon to mind his own business and to stop looking at his darling apprentice in such a manner, but doesn’t make any move to keep his hands off your waist and to himself.

will flip up your skirt. only does it when he’s the only one behind you, but does it to get a reaction out of you. you’re seeing a pattern here. when Solomon wants attention, he gets absolutely unbearable. whether it’s his underhanded comments, being physically a nuisance, or the way you can tell he’s planning something, it’s really up to you how long you want to let this go on. want to try and make it through the school day? sure, but it won’t be easy with your sorcerer interjecting himself into everything you do. the more you try to ignore him, the harder he’ll try.

want a way to get him back? ask him to try his new spell out on you, watch his eyes light up with delight at your suggestion, and sit back to enjoy the show. if you can.

see, being a sorcerer, you sometimes come across magic that was simply made for the user’s pleasure and have almost no way to test it out. of course, when he has you…

being able to feel your cunt around him, despite being across the room from you. it’s exactly the payback he deserves. you can watch him strain to keep a level expression, his jaw clenched as he feels your wet heat holding him securely. you can feel a phantom of a cock throbbing inside of you, wondering if you’ll make Solomon come in his pants. shift around to watch him try and stifle groans at your action. he’s a bad sport, however, and if he starts to lose, he quickly dissipate the spell.

it’ll only keep him at bay for a small time, however, and while you can keep doing it, Solomon is just going to get better at playing. he’ll turn it around on you quickly, so you better make arrangements to get him off or he’ll make you miserable.

and the only he’ll accept as an ‘apology’ for your behavior towards your ‘mentor’ is letting him cum in you and letting it leak out of you so it ruins your skirt.

RAPHAEL

whew, boy. here we go. there’s a good chance you never realize how your clothing choice affects your angel. mainly because Raphael avoids you. to the point of where you almost never see him throughout the day because he just leaves the room whenever he spots you. and no one calls him out on it because, well. it’s Raphael. no one knows what he’s thinking.

seriously? what the hell. he always does this when you wear skirts, too. and you’re getting rather sick of it, to be honest. you just want to at least SEE him. and treating you like a wild animal he has to be wary around isn’t very healthy of him, no matter what his problem is with you. ESPECIALLY when it’s coming from him, the celestial creature who makes demons quiver and whatnot.

cornering him is probably the only option. sometimes he has such a good poker face and is so good at turning tail that not even Simeon can help you. he tells you just to ask Raphael about it, since, “He probably won’t… can’t lie, to you, of all people.” whatever that means. so you have to go on an angel hunt.

so you do. it takes a while, but you find him in the gardens, sitting, attempting to read a book, you say attempting because you can tell he’s not having much success by the knit of his brow. you almost don’t do it, since he seems irritated enough, but work up your courage when he sees you and immediately closes his choice of material and tries to leave again.

“Really? You’re going to try and avoid me again?” he at least has the decency to look ashamed.

“I… I’m not avoiding you.” bullshit. he’s sweating. his one tell.

“So what do you call leaving every time I come into a room, then?”

“Trying to maintain my dignity.” what. the fuck. does that even mean. he can tell you’re flabbergasted, confused, and fed up with his behavior, so he sighs, finally giving in and sitting down on the bench. “When… you wear stuff like this,” he admits, shyly, dog-earing a page back and forth between his fingers, “It makes me feel. A certain way.”

you blink. oh. oh. so that’s why he…

you get it. he’s an Angel. you can’t expect that from him, not when his role is so dire to his world. it would be like asking him to give up his job, his very being for existence for you. you realize then why he was trying to distance himself. to excuse himself from such emotions for a human creature. you won’t see bad history repeat itself in the man you love.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that I...” had such an effect on you. now that it’s out, you feel embarrassed at your rash actions, not even taking the time to consider what Raphael was going through. it’s the same reason why you hesitate at calling him your boyfriend, he’s got more on his shoulders then you could ever imagine, and you can’t ask him to give it all up for you. “I’m… just gonna go.”

his hand shoots out and grips your wrist at an impossible speed, his eyes widening at the thought of you leaving. it melts your heart and worries you all at once.

“No, no… you’re already here. And it wasn’t right of me not to tell you. It wasn’t fair. You should know,” he says, looking away from you as he adds, “And I miss you.”

your heart flutters, yearning to be close to him, and you let yourself sit next to him, daring to sit so close that your arms touch. “I missed you too. It’s why I was so upset. I thought you were angry at me or I did something wrong-”

“Nothing like that,” he murmurs, picking his book up again. he flips to a random page, but after a while of sitting and enjoying his company, you can tell he isn’t reading. he keeps glancing at your legs, your skirt dipping where you’ve spread them slightly to make yourself comfortable.

“Raphael…?” his eyes flicker up to meet yours. you didn’t realize the extent of his words. it’s almost smoldering, how much heat and desire fills his ocean eyes. it runs through you as deep and as quick as his spear could, the threat of something equal parts dangerous and exciting. you can’t help yourself, wanting to indulge in this emotion from him that you don’t get to see very often. you reach over slowly, closing his book, letting your fingers linger on the edge. his lips are inches from yours, hot breath fanning over your own.

there’s no one around to tell if he breaks.

[psst . . . if you liked Raphael’s part and want more, there’s a continuation here!]

[scarybabe]

Hey there girl! I just wanted to say you’re the sweetest and it’s because of you I’ve been curious about like gaining and I was just curious if you had any advice or tips for someone dipping their tummy in for the first time 🤭 Keep being your beautiful self inside and out!

💖💋🍩

my best advice would be to enjoy gaining for the pure hedonism it can be - don’t set weight goals for yourself and just eat as much as you want and go with the flow 👅💕 obey your every craving and be gentle with your bodily limits (at first) 🤣

Sometimes I wish I could go back and gain my 200 pounds just for me & my fiancé to enjoy together - I wouldn’t have set any goals and it would probably have taken me longer, but I would have enjoyed it more than just forcing my body to add weight to keep people happy who were shaming me for gaining so slowly - being constantly criticized for not being able to gain faster kinda soured it for me towards the end. There’s no point trying to please everyone but I definitely envy gainers who don’t have to worry about their weight being rushed along by strangers and can enjoy it at their own leisure - wish I had that experience haha. Just have fun and don’t let anyone tell you how to enjoy yourself and your body in your own kink space. 🥰💜

[baileypie-writes]

Can you please do a Westar x reader x soular fluff

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~A Couch Not Meant For Three~

Westar x GN!Reader x Soular

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Fandom: Fresh Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Romantic, throuple, polyamorous

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 933

Synopsis: One thing about being in a relationship with two guys, is that not everyone can fit perfectly on your couch when you all want to sit together. But you decide that it’s not exactly a bad thing.

Warnings: Cheesy, kind of uneventful but in a relaxing way, possibly OOC characters?

~Masterlists~

~Fresh Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

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You sat comfortably on your couch, searching for a specific movie to watch. You were nearly finished typing the movie title on the search bar of the TV. Your finger was beginning to tire out from pressing the buttons on the remote so much. But at last, you saw the movie you desired as a result. After letting out a sigh of relief, you clicked on it.

Now, all you had to do was wait for your boyfriends to get there. Judging by their previous trips, it wouldn’t be much longer. Which was a bit humorous, considering that they lived in an entirely different world.

Almost as if you had summoned them, a knock came from the front door. You leaped up excitedly from the couch, rushing to answer it. As expected, when you opened it, Westar and Soular were on the other side. They were holding hands, though Westar let go to give you a bone-crushing hug.

“Hey (name)!” He greeted happily.

“Hey guys.” You struggled to get out. Soular chuckled at this, and placed a hand on Westar’s shoulder.

“Westar, if you don’t loosen that hug, we may no longer have a partner.” He joked.

He quickly let go of you, stepping back to ensure that you were alright. “Sorry!” He apologized.

“It’s alright.” You laughed. You walked over to Soular, giving him a hug as well. Not usually a big hugger, he patted your back lightly as a way of reciprocating. “You guys ready? I already have the food prepared.”

“Yeah! I can’t wait to see what movies on Earth are like!” Westar said.

“Yes, I agree.” Soular chimed in.

You led them inside your house, and into the living room. The cover of the movie was displayed on the screen of the TV, and they took a moment to look at it. “Hmm. This looks like it could be interesting.” Soular stated.

“Yeah, what’s it about?” Westar asked.

“You’ll have to wait and find out! Sit down, I’ll grab the popcorn.” You motioned to the couch, and left to go to the kitchen. The men obeyed, sitting down closely next to each other.

After you returned, they looked at each other, almost speaking telepathically. They then scooted to opposite ends of the couch, leaving a space for you in between them. “Oh, you want me in the middle?” You said.

“It’s only fair. This is your house.” Soular inquired. Westar nodded in agreement.

“Alright then.” You said, and sat between them. It was not a perfect fit at all. “Huh. Looks like my couch was not meant for three people.” You laughed.

“It’s alright. Now we’re extra close!” Westar playfully nuzzled into your neck, making you laugh yet again.

“But are you sure you guys are good with this? What about you, Soular?” You asked, knowing too much physical contact can make him a bit uncomfortable.

“I’m fine. It’s not too bad.” He smiled lightly.

“Alight then.” You shrugged. You began looking around for the remote, not remembering where you set it down earlier.

“Here you go, darling.” Soular said, handing it to you.

“Oh, thanks!” You gave him a kiss on the cheek. And to make sure Westar felt loved too, you gave him one as well, to which he happily chuckled at.

“This movie is my favorite! I can’t wait to see what you think.” You said, before turning on the movie. Soular leaned back and relaxed, while Westar leaned forward in anticipation.

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All throughout the movie, you watched the boys’ reactions to certain moments. You wanted to know if they were enjoying it. It seemed like they did, as Westar laughed at all the funny parts, and Soular made his “thinking face” during important parts. Both seemed interested in the plot, so you were glad.

As the movie went on, you couldn’t help but notice the space between you and the boys getting smaller and smaller. I mean, there wasn’t much to begin with, but they seemed to be scooting closer as time went by. Eventually, all of you sat shoulder to shoulder. It felt like you were in a can of sardines. But you didn’t dislike it. In fact, being squished between your boyfriends was quite enjoyable.

Soular eventually reached for your hand, which you gladly gave. His gloved fingers interlocked with yours, and you felt his thumb rub the back of your palm. You decided to let Westar in on the affection, so you took his hand too. He chuckled, and rested his head on yours.

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Eventually, the movie was over, and the credits began rolling. You looked at the empty popcorn bowl in your lap, and sighed. “Guess I better go take care of this.”

“No, stay here a bit longer.” Westar whined, putting more of his weight on you. Soular laughed, leaning on you as well to make sure you couldn’t get up.

“Well, I guess I have to now.” You said in a false annoyed tone. You smiled, gripping the boys’ hands tighter. “I love you guys.”

“I love you guys too!” Said Westar, and gave both you and Soular a quick peck on the cheek.

“Me too.” Soular agreed.

You had no idea how you got so lucky to have two loving boyfriends, but you were thankful. And they were too. And that moment, nobody had any plans on getting up from that undersized couch anytime soon. Even though you were all squished together tightly, it wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, you all enjoyed it. And you decided right then and there that you were never getting rid of that couch.

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~~baileypie-writes

[lou-struck]

Emoji Writing Event!

Hey guys!

I wanted to start this year off with a New Event To Introduce a few New Fandoms to my Blog with the Emoji Game...

If a picture is worth a thousand words then emojis are just as useful. These digitized images are able to shorten text messages, express emotion, and increase communication... And they are so freaking fun to use.

Send Me an Ask: With a combination of a character, an event, and one to two emojis of your choice and I will be posting drabbles and short fics related to the asks.

Example: Deku +Picnic + 💍

➼Fandoms include BNHA, KNY, HQ, Obey Me, and...

NOW INTRODUCING... Blue Lock and Tokyo Revengers!

➼Please refer to my Blog Rules before submitting

➼All works will be SFW

➼Character repeats ARE allowed

New rule: ^ up to 3x

➼Feel Free to submit more than one. No guarantee all will be added

To Enter: Feel free to send me an ask, message, or comment below a combination of a character, event, and one to two emojis of your choice

STATUS: Submissions Closed!

Prompt List Below The Cut!

OBEY ME!

Tea For Two: Barbatos + 😘 + tea party

Like the Dead- Belphegor +🧟‍♂️+sleep

Countdown... Belphegor +😴+hypnosis

Sipping on Stars :Belphegor + 🌠/ ⭐ + Picnic

For Sweeter Dreams: Beelzebub + 😭 + nightmare

Composure: Levi +🤬+troll

A Simple Gift- Lucifer + 💍 + Dinner

Luke + 😊 + Baking

House Rules: Mammon+ 🚫👖+ Casino|

A Demon's Duty: Satan + 🐈 + Park

Different Results: Solomon + 🎂 + cooking

KNY

Melting the Ice: Kyojuro Rengoku +🧊+ beach

BNHA

Sea Birds: Hawks + 🚢 + vacation

It Goes Both Ways: Hawks + 🤒 + date night

Hawks +⛈️🖼️ +meeting the family

Sugar and Secrets: Tamaki Amajiki + 💌 + bakery!

Tamaki Amajiki+ 💐+ museum

Beyond the Sunset: Katsuki Bakugo + 🍁+late night drive

Tiles, Towers, and Teleportation: Katsuki Bakugo+ 💣🐩+game night

HQ

Strawberry Candies: Haijime Iwaizumi + 🍬+ garden

Bribery: Kei Tsukishima +🍩 +study date

Boba and the Beach- Koshi Sugawara + 🧋+ beach

Kotaro Bokuto + 🎶+ kitchen

Suna Rintarō +🍰+ vacation

Tooru Oikawa + 🔮 + arcade

BL

Sick Days With You: Meguru Bachira+ 🤧🤒 + cuddles

Yoichi Isagi + 🍨+ sleepover

[spongeofaces]

Hello! I saw that matchups were open and thought I'd send in a romantic request for Twisted Wonderland. No first-years pls

Appearance-wise I am a 165 cm tall, average build, Bangladeshi woman (She/her but also cool with they/them). I have wavy black hair that just reaches below my shoulders and I usually dress in South Asian attire, usually salwar-kameez plus a hijab. I also wear glasses. I don't really feel comfortable going out without them 😅

My MBTI and enneagram: INTJ 5w4

Star sign: Sagittarius sun, Virgo moon and rising (I act more like a Virgo, allegedly)

Sexuality: demiromantic asexual (demisexual?)

Personality traits: Calm, collected, polite, quiet, shy (but that can easily be mistaken for being aloof or done with everyone's shit (they aren't entirely wrong about the latter) (someone told me I radiate black cat energy), not very facially expressive (I'm the most emotional emotionless person I know. I do feel things more deeply than people give me credit for), a good listener, hardworking (I often bite off more than I can chew and end up burnt out), intelligent (especially with numbers. RIP impostor syndrome + gifted kid burnout syndrome. As much as I love my major, electrical engineering is kicking my ass). I am also the oldest of three sisters, so I'm good at handling kids (I'm also expected to be the perfect daughter, so... yea). Someone also told me I'm wise, but all that wisdom came from all the books I read + watching Avatar: The Last Airbender lmao. The same person also said my presence was therapeutic (paraphrasing, of course. Also, this is alleged)

Hobbies: Making art, making jewelry, reading, writing, animating (I'm relatively new to animation. I don't know what I'm doing most of the time, but I'm still having fun), basically anything creative. I especially like to draw and paint things that radiate a sense of comfort, nostalgia, and serenity. Someone also told me that my artworks also hold a sort of innocence in the composition of the shapes, colours, and overall vibe of what I draw/paint. I also make jewelry from time to time

Likes: Classical music, lofi hip-hop, indie rpgs (Yume Nikki and Off have me in a chokehold, though not as tight as Obey Me, Court of Darkness, and Twisted Wonderland), tea, creative outlets. I also like to learn psychology

Dislikes: Cruelty, anyone who would dare to threaten my family or friends, loud noises, red meat (The texture is too much for me to handle), bright lights. I also dislike strong smelling things and being in crowded, noisy and bright environments for prolonged periods of time

What qualities do you look for in a partner? It may not look like it on the surface, but I'm a huge softie, I'd like anyone who I can feel safe talking to. They don't need to be perfect, I just need them to put effort into helping me with my emotional needs. I already do that a lot with others, so I'd like it if they turn the tables on me. I also would not tolerate it if my partner belittles me or if they're just mean or rude for no apparent reason.

My love languages include making art for them and spending quality time

How do you want to receive affection? As I stated before, I would like them to put effort into helping me with my emotional needs. I already do that a lot with others, so I'd like it if they turn the tables on me. I would also like physical touch and words of affirmation, but I can't guarantee I'll know how to react to that at first 🥲. It's gonna take some time for me to get used to it

I hope this is enough information. Thanks in advance if you choose to write this

I match anon with...

🍩 Ruggie Bucchi 🍩

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Now, this may seem like an unlikely match, but hear me out.

Ruggie is known to be a caregiver back in his community. He knows how to look after his own.

It may take some time to earn his trust, as he sees kind gestures as 'favors' that he is expected to repay. Show him that the gestures are genuine, without need for compensation, and with time, he'll warm up to you... eventually.

When in a relationship, any gift or piece of art given to him would be treasured. He'd be all aloof when recieving it, but I'll bet that if you ever visit his dorm you'll find each gift displayed or in some special box.

He's a good listener, feel free to rant to him. Can't promise that he won't find the source of your troubles and 'mildly' inconvenience them though.

A fellow hardworker! Well, Ruggie's a bit of a lazy hardworker, but he'll go pretty far for some food and coin. He'll help you out, but he'll expect something in return... a scratch behind the ears, maybe?

A real sweetie once you get close.

Street-smart, and intelligent, but he'll need your wisdom and your calm, collected energy to make sure he doesn't get in too much trouble.

Other options: Trey and Malleus.

[pikethepicklearts]

I've gotten a little bored and I'm deciding to post something because I want to start talking about my interests more as well as just getting used to how Tumblr works lol. So, in honor of that, I'd like to make a little get-to-know-me I guess. So if people start making art requests or such, just refer back to here! :)

Fandoms

Twisted Wonderland. Favorite Characters: Leona Kingscholar🦁, Ruggie Bucchi🍩, Kalim Al-Asim♥️ and Sam🐸

Mortal Kombat 1. Favorite Characters: Reptile (Syzoth)🦎, Kung Lao🧢 and SubZero (Bi-Han)❄

The Legend of Vox Machina. Favorite Characters: Grog🍺, Vex'ahlia🏹 and Vax'ildan⚔

Frostbite/Purpleverse. Favorite Characters: Tate Frost🐺 and Mya Graham🐱

Dead By Daylight. Favorite Characters: Renato Lyra☀️, Yui Kimura🛵, The Trickster (Ji-Woon Hak)🗡 and The Oni (Kazan Yamaoka)👹

Resident Evil (ALL GAMES). Favorite Characters: Rebecca Chambers🏥, Albert Wesker🕶, Carlos Oliviera🔫, Karl Heisenberg🔨 and The Baker family

Obey Me! Favorite Characters: Beelzebub🍔 and Diavolo👑

Sk8 the Infinity. Favorite Characters: Cherry Blossom (Karou Sakurayashiki)🌸 and Reki Kyan 📱

Stardew Valley. Favorite Characters: Shane🍕(My beleoved I marry him every playthrough😌), Emily💎, Maru🔧and Elliott✒

Yuri!! on ICE. Favorite Characters: Yurio🐯, Otabek🛵 and Viktor🐶

Black Butler. Favorite Characters: Sebastian Michaelis🖤, Grell Sutcliff👠, Soma Kadar🐘 and Mei-Rin👓

My Hobbies

Drawing. I'm a traditional artist, but I'll very rarely do digital art because its a total pain and I'm not used to drawing online nor digital drawing techniques

Baking. I can make almost any dessert and I especially love cakes and cupcakes because I get to decorate them more easily than cookies or scones

Singing. I like to sing in my spare time and cover songs (mainly Disney songs because they're just better dont judge lol). I'm an alto. And MAYBEEE I'll upload a song cover at some point...

Swimming. I'm a competetive swimmer (will not say team nor school because PRIVACY) but I just started last year. I swim Freestyle and Butterfly

Gaming. I especially love horror games and visual novels (ESPECIALLY DATING SIMS). I do like parkour games as well like platformers and side scrollers like Little Nightmares and It Takes Two

Writing Headcannons and little scenarios that pop into my head. I LOVE talking about my interests and I hope I can connect with some people about my likes.

Occaisonal story writing. Its not my strong suit, but I try to write when a really good idea pops into my head. I'll write anything from OC stories, to fanfics or even k!nk-fics (CHECK WITH ME TO SEE WHAT I'M COMFORTABLE WRITING WITH)

Why did I join Tumblr?

I mostly joined Tumblr to look at stories my friend reccommended me (lol) but I've honestly realized there are so many communities here that really seem friendly that share my interests. Also, I fond way funnier memes here than any other website. So, thanks Tumblr 👍

[mailoveforu]

writing down the emojis i assigned for ocs because i know im gonna forget this sooner or later

twst

nrc

☣️ yume, 🐦‍⬛ sarai, 🐸 aikaterini, 🐰 u, ✨ shayde, 🎼 melody, 🎨 senalat, 🏹 roy, 🪖 atajan, 💍 galina, 🧜‍♂️ yudai, 🎀 mary-annie

🥕 arledge, 🦎 drake, 🫧 ilsolvic

🌬️ beowulf, 🐻 macbeth, 🎰 caleb, 🪶 talon, 🐆 sadia

🦈 gavin, 🐟 blake, 🏟️ claudius, 🪙 marcus, 🐋 malacoda

📜 bassel, ⏳ heera, 💎 faqeed

🪦 noir, 🕊️ sommeil, 💣 duyao, 🎤 jermaine

👾 pavor, 🎮 nikolaos, 💿 evander

🛡️ severus, 🔍 franco, 🌋 vulcan

🩹 sargon, 🕰️ nova, ☀️ persinette, 🌱 warren

rsa

👑 eden, 👗 gia

🎩 lewis, 🎪 harlan, 🐛 charles, ☂️ bunky, 💭 ellis

🌅 ambrosi, 🌺 fleuri, 🐾 faunus, 🌦️ mist

🕌 jibril, 🐅 kahlil

❄️ alvar, 👓 denarius, 🧩 roux, 💌 cobalt, 🎸 jett, 🛏️ beryl, 🏐 kessler, 🌡️ larimar, 🧹eli

🏺 hector, 🎠 perseus, 💐 miles, 📣 chryses, 🏛️ castor, 🌾 thales, 🪩 theodore, 🎭 melanthios

🍯 winston, 🐷 pietro, 🫏 tristan, 🍝 tigre, 🦉 otus

🩵 duke, 🦘 koen, 🦞 simone, 📚 faron, 🪭 jia-hao, 🤖 mon, 🦴 ivan

awi

🌌 galadriel, 🔷 konyd

♟️ juno, 🃏 henrietta, 🥀 rosalyn, 🦩 carmine, 🦔 emerald

⚒️ imara, 🪮 zuri, 🥇 keletso

🐚 iris, 🧠 jessamine, 🧬 forsythia, ⏲️ kitch

🐍 ritika, 🦜 alya, 🗺️ leila

👠 ellie, 🪞 serenity, 🦚 meili

🚬 helena, 🐺 andrea

🐐 maria, 🪽deirdre, ☸️ sydney, 🏰 daenerys

🗻 headmistress, ⚰️ collector, 💄 vanita, 😈 miriam, 🥼 yvonna, 🦅 shanyuan, 🕸️ bonnie, 🛍️ glynda, 🖌️ jayda, 🌿 gautami

extra

🍬 maximilian, 🩰 margaretta

🧞‍♂️ yusra, 💔 ???, 👻 thirteen

💫 yuehai, 🐉 long/haoran, 🐴 ma/zhang

🦋 aponi, 🌄 odina, 🍁 nuka

🌳 virgo, 🌊 pisces

⏱️ mi-gyeong

akuneko

mcs

💝 nimue, 🪻 yareli, 👔 kimiya, 🪲 jace, 🐱 camilla, 🍓 lenore

butlers

📙 andre, 🍸 hadwin

obey me

mcs

🍎 eve/adam, ⛵️ noa/noah, 🌟 ruth/matthew, 🐝 deborah/barak, 🔏 susanna/daniel, 💻 abigail/david, 🏍️ judith/achior, 👸 esther/mordecai, 📂 miriam/aaron, 🦾 lydia/silas, 🐏 priscilla/aquila, 🔮 martha/lazarus, 🤺 berenice/herod, ✝️ tabitha/peter, 👛 zillah/lamech

other

💧 crocell, 🔪 legion, 🎆 ereshkigal, 🏵️ ishtar/inanna

hypnosis mic

🦢 asuka, 🪴 fumio

🌸 koyumi, 🎎 honoka, 🌻 moriko

🐣 jay mi, 💊 emu

fragaria memories

🍦vianali, 🍫 caomint

🧁 shirousa girl, 🍩 kurousa girl

ensemble stars

🎻 wakana awaji, 🏝️ ranma awaji

kira kira

🕷️ kuro, 🌙 souvanna, ❤️‍🔥katawaguruma

18trip

🌺 harumi, ⛱️ natsuhisa, 🍂akie, ☃️ fuyuyoshi

[mi4nyx]

INTRODUCE MYSELF

<cover photo unrelated>

Hiii! Thank you for your visit and interest in my works. (You must 16⇧ to see my content pls)

|| EN only. You can call me Mika. I'm 18↑. ✧✮Any pronouns✮✧. I'm comfortable with the way you address me as long as you're not rude. I'm kinda lazy so I'll post a drawing at least once a week not just because of that I still have a lot of work to do at university.

|| Multifandom. <I'll update more when I remember>

🍩Code geass/Hunterxhunter/Death note/ Saiki K/ etc.

🍩ORV/My S class hunters/Return of the mount Hua Sect/The Greatest Estate Designer/The Return Of The Mad Demon/ etc.

🍩Nerd project/Passion/Payback/ etc.

🍩Genshin/PTN/Obey me/14dwy/TKatB/MonsterXMediator/ Homicipher/ etc. <I love yanderes lol>

🍩Alien stage <Luka pregnant>

🚫Do not repost it without my permission pls🚫

⚠️No AI⚠️

🍩Yumyum brainrot contents🍩

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[hyrulesfav]

MISCELLANEOUS

🦡 .. me

🫂 .. mutuals

🎨 .. art i like

LEGEND OF ZELDA

🐕 🖇️ 🐇 .. link / s'avahili

🦉 🖇️ 🐇 .. zelda / s'avahili

🪞 🖇️ 🐇 .. caliban / s'avahili

🐗 🖇️ 🐇 .. ganondorf & s'avahili

🦭 🖇️ 🐇 .. riju & s'avahili

TWISTED WONDERLAND

🐈‍⬛ 🖇️ 🐆 🖇️ 🦮 .. n'daku family

🐅 🖇️ 🌬️ 🖇️ 🐍 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. ainya, aimil, valentine, and elvira

🥊 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. jaylin & elvira

🍰 🖇️ 🐆 .. trey / tanya

📱 🖇️ 🐆 .. cater / tanya

❤️‍🩹 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. ace & elvira

🏍️ 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. deuce & elvira

♟️ 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. leona / elvira

🍩 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. ruggie & elvira

🍩 🖇️ 🐆 .. ruggie & tanya

🌵 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. jack & elvira

🦦 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. kalim & elvira

🌀 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. jamil & elvira

🏹 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. rook / elvira

🍎 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. epel & elvira

🎮 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. idia / elvira

🤖 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. ortho & elvira

🐉 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. malleus / elvira

🦇 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. lilia / elvira

⚡️ 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. sebek & elvira

🐈‍⬛ 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. grim & elvira

🃏 🖇️ 🐈‍⬛ .. alchemi / elvira

OBEY ME

🐦‍⬛ 🖇️ 🪡 .. mammon / zika

🎖️ 🖇️ 🪡 .. levi & zika

💋 🖇️ 🪡 .. asmodeus & zika

🧁 🖇️ 🪡 .. luke & zika

🪦 🖇️ 🪡 .. thirteen / zika

SALLYFACE

🎸 🖇️ 📣 .. sal / jasmine

WHAT IN HELL IS BAD?

🌊 🖇️ 💌 .. minhyeok / nneka

🎈 🖇️ 💌 .. ppyong & nneka

🐦‍🔥 🖇️ 💌 .. satan / nneka

🍴 🖇️ 💌 .. beelzebub / nneka

VOLTRON

🎭 🖇️ 🦕 .. coran & javier

🐋 🖇️ 🦕 .. lance & javier

OVERWATCH

🪨 🖇️ 🍄‍🟫 .. sloan / eden

[kandystvg]

My Conversation With JESUS!

My Conversation With JESUS!

  Narrator

I'm always talking to Jesus about something.

But this particular conversation was about GRIEVING, SUFFERING, PREPARATION, and JOY. 

Kandy asked "why am I crying so much?"

JESUS ANSWERED AND SAID "YOU'RE GRIEVING BECAUSE YOUR MOM IS SUFFERING."

Kandy asked "What is she suffering from and why?"

JESUS ANSWERED AND SAID

"YOUR MOM IS SICK AND BECAUSE OF THE FALL OF MAN SHE'S SUFFERING."

Kandy asked "Will her suffering end?"

JESUS ANSWERED AND SAID

"YES!"

Kandy asked "When will it end LORD JESUS?"

JESUS ANSWERED AND SAID

"SOON!"

Kandy asked "So what do I need to do?"

JESUS ANSWERED AND SAID "PREPARE FOR HER TO GET BETTER!

Kandy asked "How?"

JESUS ANSWERED AND SAID

"OBEY ALL OF HER DEMANDS AND HAVE PATIENCE."

Kandy said "LORD JESUS my Mom just died."

JESUS ANSWERED AND SAID "I KNOW!"

Kandy asked "Now that she's gone what do I do?"

JESUS ANSWERED AND SAID "REJOICE FOR SHE NO LOGER SUFFERS; SHE'S MUCH BETTER NOW."

Narrator

After my Mom's departure, JESUS SAID unto me "NOT TO WORRY BECAUSE SHE'S IN THE ARMS OF THE ANGEL. NOW GO TELL YOUR LOVED ONES AND YOUR NEIGHBORS THAT THEY'VE DONE ALL THEY CAN NOW JUST STAND AND IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY ACCEPTED ME AS YOUR PERSONAL SAVIOR PLEASE DO, SO YOU TOO CAN HAVE ETERNAL LIFE!"

   Narrator

For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

Psalm 30:5 KJV

that if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.

Romans 10:9 KJV

🍬🍫🍭🍩🍪🕹🎮

[angelgoeslewd]

only between us.

🔮 summary: finishing what you started in skirt with Raphael.

⚠️ warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, very graphic mentions PIV sex, lots of spicy horny thoughts and scenes, a bit of religious sacrilege, Raphael being both emotionally and sexually constipated, AFAB! Reader.

Raphael has been alive for more than a millennium.

he’s young, compared to Simeon and Michael, but older than humans can ever even imagine. but all these years....

all these decades and he’s never been quite so taken with someone as much as he is with you.

you captivate his worst imagination; you, a little, unassuming human, a pea in the scope of the layers of the universe — you are the one to drag him into the eternal torment of blasphemy. his lustful thoughts, his unangelic desires to touch you, constantly tossing him closer and closer to falling.

prayers, interrupted by You. the constant turning at night in his own sanctuary, bidding his hardened length to leave him, shaky hands eventually succumbing to sin, sweating as he spills over into his hand and getting all worked up again wondering if you would lick it off for him. is it really a sin to think about how he would worship your body? how he would spend hours between your thighs, nipping and licking and sucking, covering his chin in spit and your slick, making you cum on his tongue until you cry, until his locks are taken into your hands and you beg for him to stop. how can it be such, when it feels so good?

he can practically hear your snarky remark the next day, wondering how he could sneak into the Celestial Realm when he behaves like such a demon in bed. he doesn’t retort. gives you a pointed look, then drops it to your shaking thighs, that you can barely brush together, lest the evidence of your coupling distract you once more.

while you and him shared some sort of… connection, one he couldn't possibly attempt to understand, Raphael wasn’t a mind reader. there was no possible way to know how far your feelings for him extended, you never crossed any lines that came with a loving ‘friendship.’ and while he desperately wanted to ruin it, to create something different, something deeper and more meaningful, he couldn’t bring himself to cross that line.

every moment you were by his side was too precious. he didn’t have any earthly belongings, anything he needed was bestowed or earned… but you. you gave your time, your patience, your kindness to him so freely, even when he knew he crossed the lines of pleasantries. he was utterly taken aback that a human could be so giving. as any angel, he was always taught humans took and took until no more could be given, then they would turn and find more to take. that they ruin and destroy as they did to the Fallen Ones. but here you were. handing him a set of new pens that he had off-handedly mentioned he liked the grip on. and suddenly, he wanted to be selfish too.

if he could just have you, platonically or otherwise, it was worth every second of keeping it status quo.

the most torturous part of the whole arraignment, however, is that you don’t even seem to realize the effect you have on him. you sit close to him, far too close, practically on his lap, teasing him with the slight distance, despite all his attempts to get you to actually do so, to play out his most shameful thoughts. you leave your scent on his arm, his shawl, his fucking papers.

he wants to burn them. he wants to bury his face in them and never forget your scent.

he tries so hard not to pay it any mind, but it is as close to home as he gets these days; his mind goes blank when he lifts it to his nose and smells you, vision blinding white in bliss and euphoria, your outline silhouetted every time he closes his eyes.

and those skirts. fucking hell, those short, perversion-inducing skirts. he’d damn them all to hell if he wasn’t currently living there already (physically and metaphorically). every time you wore one, Raphael lost his sense of reality. he’d live in a world of just you, him, and his bed. school and responsibilities be damned. they'd be less fucked than you would be. Raphael would keep you there, you’d have no reason to leave. he could conjure anything you needed with a snap of his fingers. the door to his room mysteriously vanishing from the Purgatory Hall, swallowed up by the void, along with your sweet, sinful moans. only he would hear how you would call for him, your pitiful cries for more of his touch. he would fuck you for every single time your skirt rode up and made him snap a pencil in his hand, your soaked little panties begging for him to push them aside and plunge deep in you. he would tell you to call his name when you came, make you forget about whoever else ever crossed your mind and replace it all with him.

the thought of you being such a little slut for anyone else made him crazy. he wanted to ruin everyone for you. he wanted to push his cum so deep in you that you could never even think of anyone but him doing so. how dare you swish your pleats like that? you even nearly made him break a pen in class once, when he watch you do a little twirl for Leviathan and Beelzebub. ink bubbled from the tip as you strutted back over like you didn’t just flirt with two demons in front of his face, asking with a pout if you could borrow his wrap because you were chilly.

— you, lying on your back on the classroom table, your cunt dripping wet stains onto the white fabric you ‘borrowed’ —

he couldn’t hold your eyes after such a thought. he handed it over to you and left in a hurry for the bathroom.

he would shamefully finish himself there, leaning his head against the peeling paint of the stall, pounding his fist into the metal as he came into his hand, yet again, reminding Raphael of how absolutely fucked he was.

the fact that all these ugly, human emotions came to head simply because of an article of clothing pisses him off. can he not control his mind over such an insignificant little thing?! how is he fit to be Michael’s secondhand!? he could never live up to Celestial realm's expectations if this continued. and it would be found out. he knew it would. they always find out.

he had to train himself. he had to be a better angel for you. you couldn’t have such an impure, deviant partner. he had watched you rebuff such demons, time and time again. and he was acting no better than they were. maybe… maybe if he could expose himself to you in little amounts, those thoughts would leave him… wouldn’t they?

but you. you were all-consuming. a total and complete aphrodisiac to his senses. and you never seem to stop fucking wearing that stupid skirt. did you know what it did to him? were you doing this to test his resolve? his thoughts tainted every time you searched him out wearing that flimsy piece of fabric. Raphael knew he was much stronger than you. he could just rip it off you, hold you up as you bounced on his cock. it didn’t matter where you two were. but whenever he made a decision to make a move, he would get up, meet your innocent, lovely face, and crumble like the walls of Jericho. he couldn’t defile you in such a way. not in this state.

pitifully, his only savior was the gardens. losing himself in something else, something so pure it almost felt like it cleansed him of his sins. or perhaps it just reminded him too much of the Celestial realm, touting its overwhelming, overbearing expectations of perfection and innocence. but it worked. at least it worked.

most of the time.

it seemed today was his absolutely unluckiest day. he was hounded by temptation. of course today was a day you were wearing that damned skirt. the old wives' tale of keeping you awake at night by dreaming about you didn't seem to be true. and of course, last night had to be a night with a dream that was so utterly debauched that Raphael feared the Devildom was eating his angelic nature alive. it seemed like every time he turned, there you were. over his shoulder, trying to “help” him with his assignments, the length of your skirt so short that the bottom just barely reached the top of the desk, even with your frame not being very much taller, making him sweat internally, trying to keep his hands from twitching, from doing something rash and unbecoming, but oh — how desperately he wanted to run his hand up your thigh and see just what your choice of panties were this day.

he wouldn’t necessarily call what he was doing running away or avoiding you. it was simply… just not an adequate environment to work in. that’s it. yes, he just couldn’t get past the fog of thoughts all related to you and what exactly you would do under him, to focus on absolutely anything else. not even his silent prayers were enough to hound them off anymore, and he found himself doing less and less of that and more of what sort of penance to he would pay on his knees to your beautiful— Raphael.

he was just in class with you, and even so, that brief window of opportunity was enough to do him in. he couldn’t stop. his grip on the book clenched, wrinkling precious papers, all because of your hold on him. you, this human who randomly showed up and captured seven demon lords, his former brothers, mind you, and him, in this nefarious web of lust and love and, my god, did he just want it to be over.

he tried to slow his heart beat, looking upwards to the darken sky in desperation to find some sort of relief. was this a test of his own willpower? did Father plan for this to happen? was it just him? was he broken? Raphael was at a loss. How was he ever going to fix this? He couldn’t keep on like this; losing sleep over you, messing up the simplest of assignments because every time he looked down he was reminded of your smooth, sweet legs, peeking out from that skirt.

the crunch of grass is enough to snap him back to reality. he quickly tries to look busy, and exactly not like an angel in utter turmoil, hoping his furrowed brow and tensed shoulders would be enough to drive off whomever came across his little bubble of paradise.

“Raph? There you are.”

Of course. Of fucking course. Smite him now. There was no escaping this eternal hell of sin. The sound of your voice seems to inspire a sort of natural reaction from him, his legs already stretching to get up, book snapped shut and pressed tightly under his shoulder.

“Really? You’re going to try and avoid me again?”

You were always so blunt. Raphael can say without a doubt that he was utterly in love with that, and he felt no shame in admitting that, at least. But now… now it just embarrassed him. He knew, subconsciously, that he wasn’t doing right by you. What kind of friend just avoids another? So many questions he had, and not enough experience to answer them. He supposes that’s why he felt so pushed to run from them. Very much like he would do up above. he can’t even bring himself to turn and look at you when he answers.

“I… I’m not avoiding you.” he cringes. great, now he’s a bad friend AND a liar. What else could go wrong.

“bullshit.” that’s not what he wanted to hear. Raphael slowly turns to face you, he doesn’t want to meet your eyes, but when he finally spins around… they’re right there. you’re search his own for answers, for clues, and he worries for a moment that you might find what he hopes to bury.

“So what do you call leaving every time I come into a room, then?”

“Trying to maintain my dignity,” he breaths out, finding that he’s unable to fib when he’s meeting your beautiful face head on like this. it doesn’t even register in his brain that he’s said it. when it does all click together he’s panicked, wondering how to get out of this, how to leave, how to explain, but your face contorts and twists into something that breaks him further. confusion. hurt. anger. it’s so gorgeously human that if he wasn’t hopeless in love with you that he would spend all day in awe of it.

it’s that thought that finally fits.

the piece he’s been missing, this whole time.

the part of the cog that has his whole body relaxing in utter relief, exhausted with his charade.

he’s been in love with you, this entire time. this lust is just a facade for how much he wants for something he’s not supposed to have. he’s so hopelessly devoted to you that there’s nothing that could come close. he’s never felt this way about the celestial realm, all these years, and all this time he has with you, he’s been doing nothing but thinking about how he can realign himself with them, when it’s obvious that no matter what, he can never think the same after meeting you. no matter what they say about this, about humans. and he’s more than willing to follow this spiral to the end. regardless of what waits at the finish line. there is no other path, no way of redefining or fixing his dedication, for Raphael. because there is only you.

he blinks. you blink. and finally, he’s done running.

he sighs, surrendering himself to the execution of your friendship, and figures he might as well sit down as he ruins everything. the bench is hard and cold under him, and he barely feels it. his fingers shake almost undetectably as he meekly flips through the book that will forever mark the end of this. of you two.

“When… you wear stuff like this,” he admits, shyly, dog-earing a page back and forth, “It makes me feel. A certain way.”

the silence is impregnable. it’s heavy and thick like the celestial realm before rainfall. it’s murky and undecided and so painful that Raphael wonders if being cast out would hurt less than this. he doesn’t look up. he refuses to. he hates to admit that he might actually cry if he does.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that I...” the tips of your shoes tap each other.

why are you apologizing? he wonders. it’s me. i’m the one that’s ruining everything.

you’re shaking, he realizes, you’re shaking and it’s all because of me.

“I’m… just gonna go.” his hand reaches for you before you can even move an inch. he doesn’t know what’s happening, or what will happen, but you’re here now, right? and… and you didn’t outright laugh at him or say no, so that should mean something positive. a newly found courage in him has him shaking his head.

“No, no… you’re already here. And it wasn’t right of me not to tell you. It wasn’t fair. You should know,” he says, which is absolutely true. he was a terrible friend for hiding this from you. he wonders if you hear him when he adds quietly, “And I miss you.” he wants you back. he wants you here, with him, by his side, even if he can’t have you in the way he wants, he wants to be selfish and a little human too.

you take a place next to him on the bench, your skirt splaying around your full thighs like a crown of temptation, the thorns that festered this whole mess. yet… Raphael’s head has never felt clearer. he is mesmerized solely by the fact you still choose to sit so close to him that he can feel the warmth of your skin through his clothes.

“I missed you too. It’s why I was so upset. I thought you were angry at me or I did something wrong-”

“Nothing like that,” he cuts you off before you even slightly doubt his intentions. he wants nothing more than to protect you, don’t you see? his mind will be the downfall of you both. but… it seems by doing so, he prevented nothing but your light. your company. your closeness. in trying to circumvent his prophecy, he ran head first into it. he will do better by you this time.

but still. it does nothing to chill or put an end to the loathsome heat inside of his heart for you. the book is a prop in this play, in this act where you both try and pretend there is nothing that hangs between you two. where Raphael pretends that he isn’t still enchanted by your youness and he tries not to glance too long at the skirt you wear and what could blossom underneath, how much he wants to experience it all. and this play is coming to an end… or, perhaps, to its climax?

“Raphael…?” your saccharine voice is all he needs to be push over the edge. he has enough willpower not to immediately toss the object in his hands (that, and fearing what Satan might do if there’s any damage to it) but shuts it nicely and looks up at you.

your breath catches. he’s close enough to hear it and he can’t imagine what you see, but he hopes it’s good. he hopes you like it. and honestly? he’s done hoping now. he wants to do something.

your breath fans his face, lingering warm tendrils on cheeks that heat them to a rosy pink — or perhaps, he’s blushing. who can tell, when you’re both this close to each other. your whisper is lost to only him and the gardens:

“We don’t have to do—”

“I want to.”

his lips catch yours before you can say anything else, he can faintly feel the book slip out from him, dropping to the dew wet ground as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in. you squeak, but let yourself be trapped against him. he loves the feeling of your arms pressed against his chest, the way your fingers fiddle with the delicate gold ornaments and colored fabrics. he wants to feel them on his skin, he wants to feel your nails dig into him as he brings you to orgasm, he wants the catch of your finger pads on his shoulders when he lifts you up and thrusts his cock into your pussy. he leans into you, and you catch the hint, leaning back into his grasp, letting him slowly lower you until you feel the hard rock under your back, his arm still cradling the small of your back, albeit a bit uncomfortably. it’s the he pulls back, tracing the wet curve of your lips, now dripping with spit, sloppily, gasping for air and he combs over your flushed face.

he’s so utterly fucked.

[Continuation . . . COMING SOON.]

[lilias-bakery]

Masterlist!

*Highlighted in PINK are my current favorites and most likely to get done first!

🍫 - platonic 🍦- OC 🍬- Fluff 🍵 - Angst 🧋- Romantic 🍡- Reader insert

DSMP:

Tommy and his Winged pal - TommyInnit and Elytrian/Avian!reader WIP

MCYT:

None yet

Twisted Wonderland:

None Yet

Obey Me (Also Nightbringer) :

Drinking Contest (WIP) - Demon Brothers

Hazbin Hotel:

None yet

Helluva Boss:

None yet

Fnaf:

None yet

Ddlc:

None yet

Genshin Impact:

Xiao:

A Picnic to remember - Xiao x Oc 🍬🍦🍫

My hero academia:

None yet

Bungo Stray Dogs:

None yet

More sections will be added later!

[hedonicghost]

[taps mic for the second time] hello! this is one of my other mcs, valkyrie, but Demon(tm)!! you can find kyouji’s here and orion’s here! they/it

[taromolktea]

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 & 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧

Xiao X Reader (2nd person)

word count: >1k

content: not another shower xiao with praise and adoration drabble someone stop me i cannot be stopped do not even try mentions of xiao’s karmic debt and backstory but mostly super sweet fluff and affection

song inspo: unlearn - benny blanco, gracie adams

tag list (message to be added or removed) 🏷 @icedthoma @danibby @citrussaurus

｡🌠 🎀 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓁🌞𝑔𝓈 & 𝒸😍𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹❢ 𝓌𝑒'𝒹 𝓁❤𝓋𝑒 𝓉💙 𝓀𝓃🍑𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎🌺𝓊 𝓁🍩𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝒷💍𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈❣❣ 🎀 🌠｡

“You give your life to protect Liyue and keep everyone safe… but you’re so hard on yourself.” You murmur, holding Xiao close, “If someone taught you that… I’m sorry.”

Your simple yet profound apology helped to cleanse the wounds of his karmic debt. Behind his frightening Yaksha mask, Xiao himself was frightened. Frightened of his love for you. There was a strange, gentle, and brave ferocity to this love. One that stood its ground even in the wake of countless aches and pains from his past. 

He was taught wrath and slaughter but in your love, he began to unlearn how to run from what truly felt right. He learned softness and peace from the way you held him, mask and all. His nearly imperceptible nod permits you, begs you, to remove the covering from his face, and you comply. But not before planting a light kiss on the forehead of the mask. 

Because with or without his Yaksha state of being, he is your Xiao. Kindhearted and sweet, though he doesn’t fully realize it. His eyes are golden and glassy behind the mask that you let fall to the ground. There is fear lurking in the shadow of his irises but there is also willingness and even a little curiosity in his pupils, which are fixed on your lips. 

The two of you had never truly kissed before outside of brief pecks on the cheek, forehead, or crown- most initiated by you with patience and delight. Though Liyue had neither king nor queen to crown, when you kiss the top of his head, Xiao imagines that is what the honor feels like. To be crowned as beloved. 

He wonders if he could ever offer you such a beautiful crown as the one you’ve given him. Illuminating and delicate like the most precious noctilucos jade. 

As far as you were concerned, the crown of beloved Xiao had bestowed upon you was your most prized possession. Golden and bright like the purest cor lapis. 

“[ 🧸 ]…” Murmurs Xiao, eyes still fixed on your lips. 

“Yes?”

“I… I want to kiss you… please, will you teach me?”

You press your forehead against his and smile sheepishly, “Y’know… I’ve actually never really kissed someone before. N-Not… on the lips anyway.”

Xiao interprets this as rejection at first. Of course you would want your first kiss to be with someone of great value. He could not be that. But when he begins to lean back, your arms lace around his neck. In truth, perhaps you were both thinking the same dreaded thought. 

Your lips purse and part before you quietly ask, “Can… can we learn together?”

Xiao nods. The space between you both is so little, it makes his head spin. The two of you happen to lean in at the same time and awkwardly lean back as a result. Your noses bump the next time. And the time after that. The failure weighs heavy on him but you cup his face reassuringly between the warmth of your palms. You only hope he doesn’t notice how sweaty your hands are. 

“Can you close your eyes?” You ask, “Wait for me, and I’ll lean into you. Okay?”

Xiao obeys and his eyes shut. He naturally believes he will comply the whole way through, but even the passing milliseconds make him want to meet you sooner. So he does. Whether it’s against his will or because of it, he’s not sure. 

Just as you steel your nerves and tell yourself to lean in, your lips brush. It somehow alerts and relaxes you both. Xiao slowly opens his eyes when the two of you pull away from your brief and innocent kiss. 

“Again…” He whispers, hardly recognizing his own voice. 

You smile and press your lips together once more. It’s deeper this time, fuller, as Xiao intuitively tilts his head to meet you more closely. His hands wander to your waist and tug the hem of your top as if to anchor and keep himself from floating away. 

Your body eventually remember the need to breathe but not before you swipe your tongue across the seam of his lips. You don’t know what came over you, or Xiao, who immediately pulls you as flush against him as you can be. It’s slow and fast and clumsy and easy all at once, feeling each other, tasting each other like this. Your lungs just barely win the fight over continuing to kiss Xiao and gasping for air. 

He inspects the look on your face with trepidation. What if you hated that? Was that why you pulled away? His heart thrashed within his chest and every inch of his skin began blushing. 

“I… I liked that. Very much.” He mumbles, hiding his face against your chest, “I’m sorry if you didn’t th-“

You tilt his head up and kiss him breathless. The suddenness of it makes him inhale sharply and even whimper. When you both pull away, you’re both breathing heavily. 

“I liked it too.” You manage to say as Xiao sighs with relief in your embrace. 

｡🌠 🎀 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓁🌞𝑔𝓈 & 𝒸😍𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹❢ 𝓌𝑒'𝒹 𝓁❤𝓋𝑒 𝓉💙 𝓀𝓃🍑𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎🌺𝓊 𝓁🍩𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝒷💍𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈❣❣ 🎀 🌠｡

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[somensfw-blue]

as I am now back, it is time for small horny thoughts before bed

L'manbur, the man who had it all, rambling on an on about every single thought he has in his brain as he fucks you, from praise, to bliss, to wonder. "gods you're just so wonderful like this beneath me, the view of your gorgeous self is as mesmerizing, like you are the prettiest work of art, my darling"

Vilbur, unhinged yet still somehow grasping sanity, for the first time since being kicked out of L'manberg he's gentle with you, to the point where you ask him about it only for him to reply "we've been through enough, didn't we love? time for us to catch a break, finally."

Ghostbur, exploring what it truly means to be alive with you, asking lots of innocent questions about sex as you ride him, the ghost choking up or moaning mid sentence and reader having to slow down to understand the sweet and innocent ghost, only for him to ask you to "p-please, do not stop. I n-need to understand what it feels like to be a-alive"

Simpbur, full of jealousy after you come back from a date, he pins you to the wall and decides to show you that he really deserves you the most. "no one else can make you feel like I do, no one can make you moan so sweet, tremble so much, or even look at them the way you look at me~ you know no one is worthy of your beauty and grace like I am dear~"

ARGbur, letting you ride him as he works; but only if you don't cum until he's done. pants are discarded as one of his hands is on his keyboard, while the other is on your hips, guiding you as you ride him while he switches between you and the monitor. "couldn't wait for me to be done with work huh? don't worry baby, I'll let you have whatever it is you need. only if you obey and not cum~ you can stop if you need, but don't cum until my entire focus is purely on you."

I think this is a fair amount of horny ideas for tonight. I will go to bed for now but I'll be back soon! enjoy the horny and take care!

~🌻 Anon

(P.S. - here, have some snacks, can't be horny on an empty stomach: 🍟🥨🍪🍿🍫🥓🍩🧊)

*cracks knuckles* okay let's get down to bid-niss

l'manbur - gods this man, very quickly gets to the point where he is so drunk on the feeling of you, on the sounds of you, that his eloquent words drawl together and become nothing but rambles and praises for the gorgeous person who he gets to claim as his. (of you want to interrupt his ramblings and have his voice crack, you have three options, depending on your position. 1) give his curls a strong tug, pull his attention where you want it. 2) take your mouth off his cock, and run your tongue over the veins. and 3) reach down and give his balls a gentle squeeze, give them some attention)

vilbur - "you're being so gentle, wil." the words are observant, confused, and a little desperate. it hasn't been long since being kicked from your home, but he quickly devolved, fucking your rough and harsh, relishing in leaving marks and having you scream his name. he kisses the corner of your mouth, using a gentle finger to move some hair that stuck to your forehead. "we deserve a break, after all of this, don't we? a time to slow down and just feel you."

ghostbur - of course, having all of wilbur's good memories means that he remembers what sex is like, especially sex with you. but those memories are fogged, both because of dying and because his mind always clouded when with you. so ghostbur wants to clear up those memories, understand truly why his body has the need to feel you. but he doesn't know how, so he asks you. and he doesn't stop asking you, even as your hips drop and roll forward so your hips meet, his cock his that spot inside of you that has your eyes roll back, and his words stutter. after struggling to force the question out three times, you slow your hips, leaving him completely inside of you but only shifting with your breaths. "n-no please don't stop. i'll fig-figure out talking later. i wan- i need to understand what it feels like to be alive."

simpbur - every date you went on, you made it clear to simpbur that you thought they were better than him. but he knew better, knew what you needed and what you deserved. you deserved better than they could ever give you. and maybe you knew it too, when you came home from another bad date or worse hookup and immediately collapsed into his always waiting arms. (and maybe once or twice, it went further than comforting hugs, but you always just called him your best friend) but he beat you to it, already waiting by the door for you to come home. the door was barely shut before you were pinned to it, one hand beside your head, the other on your hips, pulling them toward him. "you know that they can't fuck you like i can. can't make you moan and scream, make it hard for you to walk the next day. i don't know why you bother yourself with them, when we both know that i worship you, and make you feel better than anyone ever could."

ARGbur - (this shit is my kryptonite you don't understand. i am obsessed with 'riding s/o while they work bc you're needy') he didn't neglect you and your needs, that was a certainty, but sometimes while he worked your core started to ache and you needed to feel him inside of you. as soon as you walked in, he knew you were there, watching out the corner of his eye as you walked over to him. "can i ride you while you work?" you posed the question as if asking if he wanted food, and he just smiled. "only if you think you can keep from cumming until i'm done." you didn't know if you'd be able to, not really, but you nodded anyway and worked yourself out of your pants and underwear, before pulling his cock out of his trousers. every now and again, you felt one of his hands move to your hip and guide you as you slowly rocked on his cock. "i want you to have my full attention when you cum, love. give you everything you deserve. so just hold on."

(thank you for snacks!! snacks are always good!)