#💌letters

[avas-wonderland]

To Yasuhiro Hagakure

I don’t know if I’ll ever find the right amount of words that describe how grateful I am that you’ve become a part of my life.

Not just because it’s your birthday in a few days but because I genuinely love expressing how I feel about you. You make me feel no shame in loving you. I just want to know if you still feel the same after how far we’ve gotten.

You bring me a wave of comfort that I can’t get enough of when you talk about your theories and statements! I could make a book about it and you don’t even have to ask me. I want to let you know that you’re loved and that you mean so much to me. I want to hold you and remind you that things will be alright. I want to spend early mornings watching the sun rise with you.

I want to spend hours kissing your cute face like you deserve! Because you deserve love dang it! If I had a quarter for every time my heart pounds when I think of you, I’d have enough to buy us a mansion! I want to let all the love for you in my body spill out like a glamorous fountain that just radiates happiness and wonder across time and space and whatever lays beyond it! That’s only part of the joy you make me feel! I’m not sure if anything I say describes all of the love we share enough but I don’t mind

I know what I’m saying is grade A cheesy but it’s true. I love you today, I loved you yesterday and I will tomorrow! That’s a vow I intend to keep solid! I know you love me too so it just makes the thrill of love most exciting knowing we re in deep for each other.

Don’t change a thing, you silly doofus

Happy early birthday, my love~

Signed Yours Truly, Firefly💙

[litttlestars]

i think names are such a delicate thing and we dont say each other's names enough bc why else does it strike such a chord in me when ppl say my name as if i actually exist

[mattslolita]

꒰ dealer!chris sturniolo ꒱ ⟡ headcanons !

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

꒰ SFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have met bambi at some house party — you was a friend of matt's, so he was only somewhat aware of your existence; real sweet and innocent, you don't know the first thing about any drugs. you're in the bathroom trying to escape the noisy atmosphere around yourself, when chris stumbles in on you, a joint hanging lazily at the edge of his lips.

"woah, can you knock next time?!"

"m'sorry didn't know anyone was in here...hey what you doin' in here, anyway? s'your friends at?"

"matt's downstairs talking to some girl, i don't know-"

"matt? you know my brother? wait, aht, i got it, know who you are, now...y'eyes, got like a uh, bambi thing goin' on, y'know? gonna call you bambi, yeah?"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ never let bambi touch any drugs — he's dead set on making sure you prolong the innocence about you in that aspect.

"not even one hit? c'mon chris-"

"y'know the rules bambi, s'don't even try it. y'not takin' no hits of shit."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ chris keeps pink rolling papers, because bambi likes the color and it reminds him of your pink ribbons you wear in your ponytails.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have a specific playlist for when he takes bambi on deals with him — he's got dominic fike and marina playing throughout the car as you hum contently.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have a glove compartment full of lollies and other sweets for when you're on deals with him. the sight of bambi's lips carelessly wrapped around a cherry lolly has his mind whirling.

"got any suckers for me today?"

"y'know where to find em', doll."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ spoil bambi all the time — he's buying you clothes, perfumes, and any little thing that reminds him of you.

"this top is cute, but i don't-"

"yeah, put it in the basket."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ not have a label on your relationship — bambi's a little naive and thinks might call you his, but he's not trying to label what you have going on any time soon.

"yo, isn't she your girlfriend? she's always with you."

"girlfriend? s'not my girlfriend, nah...she's my girl though, y'get me? not datin' or no shit, jus' my girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ always have bambi sat on his lap at parties — his hand drums in the innermost flesh of your thigh as he massages you, whilst the other hand diligently distributes to the awaiting palms of people.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ mad dog the fuck out of anyone who looks at bambi the wrong way — especially when you takes you on deals, he's seething with anger when a customer gets particularly too close to you.

"nice to see you, sweetheart, hopin' i'll see you more-"

"get the fuck away from her man, or i'm knockin' ya ass out where you stand."

"chris, seriously?"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ send bambi random fit checks + snaps to keep you updated when you aren't with each other. likewise, he makes you send the same back so he can keep track of where you are when he's not with you.

"new shirt, you like it?"

"it looks so good on you, baby!" ( he'd never admit baby drives him wild. )

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be affectionate to bambi in the most random ways — he's either got his arm slung around her, massaging her shoulder or he's got your legs resting atop of his own, massaging those whilst you scroll on your phone.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ always be kissing on bambi — forehead, cheek, arms, legs, anywhere he sees fit, really.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ make bambi wear his clothes when you stay the night at his place — he'll never admit that he loves the idea of having you in them, yet he can't resist the urge to smile when you're giggling sweetly about wearing them.

"i love this jersey! can i keep it baby, please?"

"y'know what, go head' sweetheart. looks good on you..."

꒰ NSFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be extremely possessive in bed, especially if you're batting your eyelashes a little too much at a customer.

"he could never fuck you like this doll, could he?"

"f-fuck, no chris..."

"who's fuckin' pussy is this, huh? tell me who you fuckin' belong to."

"y-you, yours, fuck!"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ love love love to give bambi backshots — you're at a party and he's horny? he's taking you upstairs to the bathroom, bending you over the sink.

"such a good fuckin' girl, takin' my cock like this..."

"look at yourself in the mirror while i fuck you, sweet girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ finger bambi in the passenger seat if you're getting too whiny and can't wait.

"please chris, need to feel you inside me..."

"so fuckin' impatient bambi, jus' can't wait? s'all you get, my fingers...make a mess on em' c'mon angel..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ definitely have a breeding kink — though, he knows damn well the idea of bambi getting pregnant scares him, so he keeps you with birth control.

"fuck, such a tight pussy...gon' make you a mama, yeah? wan' have my babies don't you, ma?"

"gonna look so pretty carryin' our fuckin' kids, fuck..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ love high sex with you — he's lazily thrusting up into you while you ride him, head thrown back in pure ecstasy, or

"ridin' me so well ma, look so pretty on top of me like this..."

✦ his lidded eyes watch in anticipation as you're down below on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes while you suck him off.

"gah, shit mama, makin' me feel so good...keep fuckin' goin' thas my good girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ would love doggy — when you wear those short shorts around him, all he can think about is having your ass up in the air while he's pounding into you like there's no tomorrow.

✦ love missionary, too — it's a more intimate position, but he can't help wanting to see your fucked out expression while he's deep inside you, watching your ever changing expression while you feel him deep inside of you.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be a little bad at aftercare at first, but he's slowly getting the hang of it the more time he spends with you — he's cleaning you up and massaging you after you guys finish, and ordering food for the both of you whilst he smokes a joint for himself.

( lilly's corner 💌 )

dealer!chris are my roots guys, i'm gonna start writing for him again. dealer!chris & bambi!reader are my literal babies & i hope you guys enjoy them! 💌

@muwapsturniolo @thenickgirl @guccifrog @fawnchives @cottoncandyswisherz

[caeliangel]

FLAG MAKING RESSOURCES !!

tagging: @cocajimmycola @puriette @neopronouns @genderstarbucks @genderselkies @estrogenism @haunted-thing @mogai-sunflowers

If you want to be untagged, pls lmk!

note: I do not use most of these, but I digged on the internet in order to find stuff that could very much help to make flags!

★╷﹕INSPO PALETTES

sites that will help you get inspiration with colours and generate colour palettes from nothing or even from words.

coolors.co

colorhunt.co

colormind.io

mycolor.space

colormagic.app

picular.co

perchance.org

hexcolor.co

pinterest

★╷﹕FLAG MAKING

apps and sites to make flags.

any drawing app

flag-creator.com

tennessine.co.uk

teamultima.org

★╷﹕PRIDE FLAGS

collection of flags.

pride-flags on deviantart

lgbtqia fandom

★╷﹕TEMPLATES

templates to make flags for simple or more complicated terms.

neopronouns on deviantart

flag templates by crowdsourcedgender

pride-flags in deviantart

★╷﹕NAMING

sites and information to help naming certain terms.

thewordmixer.com

namecombiner.info

unique-names.com

study.com: latin roots

latin and greek roots pdf

thoughtco.com (latin & greek roots 1)

en.m.wikipedia.org (latin & greek roots 2)

google translate

using the languages you speak (ie I often use irish or french when naming my stuff!)

★╷﹕SYMBOLS

Bunch of links where symbols, templates and such are in order to make symbols on your flags.

ask-pride-color-schemes

logodesign.ai

logomakr.com

pride-flags gallery : (01) (02) (03) (04) (05)

apps: canva, picsart, etc

★╷﹕TERMS

suffixes card: (here)

suffixes vs systems: (here)

In-nature: (here)

[chikaras-garden]

Imagine you go to buy some furniture with Jason (or dick), and all they can think about the entire time is how easy it'd be to fuck you. Would he be able to bend you over that counter over there? Would it be too high? Too low? Would you somehow get hurt?

The idea for this was instant. Like a fever dream. 

“Nah,” Jason says, patting his palm against the kitchen island you point out to him. With each option, he spends a full two minutes pacing around it, bending to inspect the countertop, the cabinets—how thorough he is would be admirable if he actually liked anything. 

Hands in his pockets, he strolls back over to where you’ve been waiting for him to decide. “That one’s too tall for you.”

Almost ready to give up, you half-heartedly point to the one next to it. “What about this one?” 

“C’mon, baby,” he scoffs. “That’s got wheels.”

Incredulous, you ask, “Why can’t we have wheels?”

“You’ll get hurt.”

“Huh?”

“Can’t have you slipping on me,” he tuts, already strolling away. “Broken jaws aren’t sexy.”

You stay right where you are, growing more confused by the second. “I’m not going to break my jaw while I’m cooking, Jay.”

He pauses and turns just enough to look over his shoulder. His eyes glint with an I know something you don’t know sort of mischief, and one half of his mouth twitches into a shit-eating grin. “Didn’t say anything about cooking, kitten.”

You blink. Your cheeks grow warm. Oh. Oh. Oh, God.

“Jason Peter—”

“No wheels, less than three inches higher than your waist, no pointy door pulls, and I think you’d look nice against a white quartz top,” he interrupts, firing off wish list items like bullets, as if he’s not talking about the ideal qualities for a kitchen island on which he plans to rail you. “Let’s keep looking, baby; might have to bend you over a couple of these to see how comfortable they are for you.”

[arabaka]

What do you think about Laois and a breeding kink?

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⟶ nsfw. laios touden x afab! reader.

"mmmph," laios grunts, sucking hard on your tit, "so good..." your breasts are firmer; you're going to get your period soon.

you watch as his thick digits grope and massage your breast, your ears tickled by the profane smacking of his lips. he drinks from you like a man who's been without water, his eyelids heavy with rapture as he imagines you pregnant. hypnotized by the idea, he starts working his hips up to a slow, measured pace.

"ohhh..." the word leaves your lips on a shuddered exhale, your body tipping forward as laios firmly grabs your ass, stretching you out with his nails digging in ever so slightly into your flesh.

"i'm not pulling out." he's serious, voice low and raspy, guiding you up and down his cock with purpose. "can i?" he still asks, a subtle reminder that he'll stop if you tell him to.

you nod furiously, your legs still wrapped around his sides. "yes... and i don't want you stopping until i'm all filled up."

"i can do that." laios starts thrusting harder. "i'm going to get you pregnant."

[luvacookie]

she’s busy.

some of the aot boys responding to “she’s busy”

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂��‧₊ featuring : connie, armin, eren & onny

❥ warnings : nsfw insinuation, cussing, blk fem coded reader.

❥ cookie for ur thoughts ? : a fake message scenario ??? yes please sir ! on a srs note : i’m trying to finish the other fics i have in the works,, bare w me guys !

connie springer

eren jaeger

onyankopon

armin arlet

[mysicklove]

Does baby bro yuji get jealous over sukuna and readers affection towards each other (kissing, hugging, etc.), or is he generally unbothered?

Love this series btw <3

he doesn’t mind it…to an extent. he likes seeing you guys affectionate with another, but also after like 2 minutes of it, he is 100% trying to include himself too. gets super whiny when sukuna tries to leave him out and will paw at you until he gets praised and coddled too.

he sees you two cuddling on the couch? he is running to insert himself right in between you two. kissing one another in greeting or goodbye? he is closing his eyes and tilting his face until you press a kiss to his cheek. he sees you combing through sukunas hair? he is grabbing your other hand and placing it on his head to pet him too

there are a couple of exceptions to that tho. one is when is when sukuna locks the door on the two of you. yuuji will knock and cry at your door until you let him, not liking the idea of missing being cuddled (even if that’s NOT what you are doing). the second is when he is laying with you and sukuna kicks him out of his spot. gets the boy so worked up (+ surprisingly angry) because he was so comfortable, and he nearly has a temper tantrum until Sukuna places him back in your lap, pinches his cheek, and tells him to calm down.

the both of them are incredibly physically affectionate, so there r always going to be moments when the two of them fight for attention lololol. but yuuji is usually reasonable for a toddler, sukuna is not.

[jjunieworld]

need kai to eat me out so bad

this is so real actually me too (-﹏- )

like imagine being all needy for him until he literally has you pinned beneath his big hands to the bed while his pretty lips are attached to your clit >///< you can’t help but squirm from how good he’s making you feel and it makes him grab your plush thighs harder, pushing your knees towards your chest to keep you steady while also being able to taste more of you

all it takes is his skilled tongue and you’re cumming all over his mouth, a complete moaning mess,,, i just know he would eat you out over and over again like a starving man until you can’t take it anymore and you’re physically trying to push his head away (/ω＼) like imagining his mouth and chin completely covered in your sticky release… you’ve been so needy for him so of course he’s gonna give you what you want and end up overstimulating you in the process!!

it wouldn’t even end there either cause now that he’s tasted you he just has to stuff his big cock inside you too!! ^^ would tell you how much he knows you can handle it all and then fucks the rest of the energy out of you until you’re both exhausted and sweaty

stop because i actually need kai so bad it’s literally not even funny anymore. just one chance PLEASE.

[candyheartedchy]

Hypothetical lil thought

Lucky contestant but she's a toon-?

I mean toon Frankie has to find some way to snuggle her

She would be a little brown bunny :3

[fuckmymunson]

eddie who has a reputation to uphold, the weird and scary freak who wears chains and big metal rings and always goes on tangents about his hatred for the popular kids, not a sliver of fear or weakness in his eyes. eddie who at the same time never leaves his house without the light yellow scrunchy with daisies on it that you gave him, always on his wrist or wrapped in his hair.

eddie who’s sweet n soft on you in a way he never is with anyone else 🥹

💌 a/n: Oh god, this, this, this, this. Please, I don’t ask for much. I’m so happy to get back to writing! Hope you like it!

🪷 Check my recent poll ¡! 📌

“I lost it” His voice sounded almost defeated, and quite inopportune.

“Eddie!” You jolted in your place, closing the light green locker door. Behind it, there he was, the big, scary, mean freak of Hawkins High. Covered from head to toe in chains, leather, ripped jeans, black, black, all black. With dark, unruly hair and a chunky rings.

But also, with puppy eyes, and a quivering lip.

“You scared the shit out of me, Eds” The frown on your pretty face made his heart jump inside his chest. You were an angel, a sight for sore eyes.

“I lost it” He repeated.

“You lost what?”

“I’m sorry” Eddie looked down, apparently now his Reeboks were the most interesting thing.

“Care to explain what is missing and why are you apologizing?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you waited, for almost three minutes.

“I lost the scrunchy you gave me” He finally admitted, like a criminal at trial.

Eddie heard you sigh, to his ears, was a sigh of disappointment. In reality, it was a sigh of relief. Only Edward Munson knew how to make a simple thing as a scrunchy into a faithful message.

“That’s it? Eddie, it’s just a hair tie” You shook your head, still not comprehending the dimensions of his problem.

“It’s not just a hair tie!” He exclaimed, now almost offended, of course only he could switch mood that easily. A few curious students looked at your way, still wondering how did an adorable piece of cotton and sunshine like you, was dating the metalhead, three-times senior freak of not only high school, but of the whole town.

“Yes it is, love. I can just give you another one, don’t worry— Look, I can give you the one I’m wearing…”

“I don’t want that one” He said, his words sounding almost like a tantrum. “I want the one you gave me on our first date, the yellow one with little sunflowers”

“Daisies, Eddie” You corrected him with a smile. Only Eddie was able to remember such a tiny detail and forget a crucial detail.

Only Eddie was able to make you feel loved, cherished and appreciated. He was so different from every other person you have dated before. He snatched your heart from the very first day and it’s been a daily occurrence for almost a year. The scary, weird freak, the person considered a devil worshipper, the mean senior who had the admirable (or idiotic) courage to stand out against others who felt like they had the right to humiliate and ridicule those who weren’t like them. Your Eddie, the one who broke a jock’s nose one time for slapping your ass walking through the halls. Your Eddie, who waited patiently until every extracurricular activities you were into were over, so he could drive you home and hold your thigh and listen to you throughout the whole ride. Your Eddie, who loved Saturday night because it meant movie night, cuddles and kisses. The mean freak who let you braid his hair, paint his nails, sew his old t-shirts.

The Eddie Munson who was scared of spiders but wasn’t scared of a hundred people crowd. The boy who initiated a food fight at the cafeteria and had to go to the nurses office because an orange hit his eye and he realized he was allergic to them. The man who every Friday made fairy tales, knight stories and evil monsters come true and walk this very earth with just his voice and his imagination at his D&D club. Your Eddie, who on your first date, dropped a chocolate milkshake on top of your white dress, forgot to fill his fuel tank, and had to push his van all the way to the nearest gas station.

That’s how the bright scrunchy ended up in his hair, in a makeshift ponytail that you made by running your delicate fingers through his tangled hair.

That was your Eddie.

Your Eddie. Yours. Yours.

“Fine, let’s go find it” You said, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles. “Tell me what you did today…”

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[avas-wonderland]

Dear Yasuhiro Hagakure,

———-

In case you didn’t know, I love you deeply.

I’m serious whenever I say it because I mean it. I think about you in the slightest and my heart feels like it can sprout wings and fly rounds in my chest.

Loving you makes me dizzy, I get all giggly! I want to run into your arms like in those cheesy movies!

I get giddy and spin around and flap my hands because I remember how determined you are after everything that happens to you!

I find comfort in knowing that you’re for real. I’d have a jar overflowing with quarters , each one for every time I thought of kissing you.

Make that like three full jars, even more!

You’re not the smartest but that doesn’t equal to how I feel about you.

I take one look at you and I have this need to kiss your stupid face❤️ You have any idea that I’d do anything in my power to make you smile? Because I would even if you ask me a thousand time.

I want to hold you tight! Ran my hands through your locs and exchange random facts together! I want to own a place together just for the two of us to spend life with each other.

And when you doubt that I love you, I do love you.

With every breath I take. Please know that nothing will change how I feel about you even after the end of eternity

Here’s to loving you for many years to come!

Happy Anniversary!

————

Love, Your Firefly💛

[litttlestars]

i may be burnt out n depressed n insecure abt my place in ppl's lives but at least i love smiling with my teeth now and im slowly waking up earlier and learning to love driving and drinking less coffee and yesterday my friend told me her mom really loved me

[mattslolita]

bambi!reader who's too impatient on a deal . . .

( banner from @bernardsbendystraws 💌🍓 )

"chris..." you whine, thighs squeezed together as you look over at him, "how long is this gonna take?"

"the fuck, bambi?" chris says in disbelief, his eyes narrowing at your pent up state, a scoff leaving his lips, "you seriously can't wait a few more minutes?"

you pout, taking his hand and placing it on your thigh, the cold touch his hand sending shivers down your spine as he gives the soft, brown flesh there a squeeze. you give him a pleading expression, and he shakes his head, rubbing the stubble along his jaw, chuckling lowly. he's parked out front of his customer's apartment, a small baggie ready for him in chris's lap as one hand sits on the steering wheel whilst the other kneads your thigh, causing you to buck your hips stubbornly.

"so fuckin' impatient, baby," he shakes his head, looking around for his customer, "don't wanna wait? fine."

chris's hand dances across the innermost part of your thigh, his fingers teasingly your lips as he rubs slow, deliberate circles on your clit. a lewd whine escapes your lips, as you buck your hips whilst your head lolls to the side. "oh baby please don't tease me."

"you think you gettin' a fuckin' say so?" chris snaps at you, eyes narrowing at you as he licks his lips at you, shaking his head as the corners of his lips upturned slightly, "m'gonna tease ya however i want, sweetheart."

he continues rubbing slow circles on your clit, your sensitive bundle of nerves begging for more attention as you spread your legs wider to give chris better access. he looks around and sees his customer coming out of his apartment, causing chris to smirk as he plunges one of his digits inside of you without warning, causing your hips to buck as you cry out.

"f-fuck!" you whine, arching your back off of your seat as chris's customer approaches his car.

"you better quiet down or i'll stop," he warns you, curling his fingers inside of your aching hole.

it takes everything in you to bite down on your bottom lip, almost drawing blood as chris adds yet another finger, moving them in and out at a rapid pace. you quickly reach for your sweater, placing it over your lap as chris continues plunging his fingers in and out of you, the wet, squelching noises sounding throughout the vehicle.

"what's up, man?" his customer greets chris, reaching a hand inside the driver's side to dap chris up.

"hey, man," chris answers him nonchalantly, as if his fingers aren't currently deep inside your pussy, hearing you struggle to conceal the sinful sounds that threatened to escape your lips.

you give his customer a tight-lipped smile when he waves to you, causing chris to curl his fingers again, your velvety walls clenching around him as continues his assault inside of you.

"alright thanks bro, 'ppreciate you comin' out here," his customer says after exchanging the paraphernalia, his eyes then kindly on you, "see you around, kid."

"b-bye!" you manage to squeak out, the tight coil in your stomach a reminder of how close you were.

as he begins walking away, chris turns to you, a smirk still transfixed on his face as he starts his engine ━ he rips the sweater off, throwing it somewhere in the backseat as he speeds his fingers up, watching the way they disappear into your tight cunt. "squeezin' me baby, y'gonna cum on my fingers?"

"s-so close, chris," you moan arching your back as your nails dig into the middle counsel beside you, "fuck, fuck, i'm-"

that particular curl of chris's fingers sends you over the edge, a loud moan leaving your lips as you cum hard around his fingers, your arousal covering them completely as he coaxes you through your orgasm. with a wet squelch, chris takes his fingers out of you, causing you to hiss at the sensitivity as he brings his fingers up to his lips, licking them clean.

"that was so good," you pant, grabbing a pack of tissues from the side door, helping chris wipe his fingers clean, "thank you, baby!"

"yeah yeah, y'know you're gettin' it when we get back home, right?"

[cookiekissers]

hmm.. HHow about Shadow Milk Cookie NSFW requests with a top male reader? Yes bottom Shadow milk-

🔥🔞 [Shadow Milk Cookie x Male Reader NSFT]

Shadow Milk Cookie had seen you around the Laboratorium working as a researcher. Such a diligent little worker, running back and forth with stacks of papers in your arms, busy creating a suitable vessel for him to inhabit!

He loved to make you laugh, you were always such a diligent little audience member for his performances. He liked having your attention, even if you were supposed to be working. Teasing you was even more fun!

Shadow Milk Cookie adored all the ways he could make you squirm, and there was nothing you could do about it. He was a Beast! What could you hope to do against him? And you were at work as well, so you couldn't do anything to retaliate to his blatant flirting either. Seeing your face flush, and you fidget and writhe as he had you pinned against the wall, rubbing his hand over your crotch and watching you grew more and more aroused was all the entertainment he needed in a day. And of course, he would never go far enough to let you finish.

"No, no, silly, Y/N Cookie! You're at work, you can't do that sort of thing here~" Shadow Milk taunted. You panted hard and your body was shaking, begging for Shadow Milk Cookie to give you the release you desperately desired. But quickly after he denied you your orgasm, he would disappear with a laugh, leaving you trembling and frustrated. Shadow Milk couldn't help himself. It was just far too satisfying to keep from doing!

Besides, he knew you liked it. You craved it.

The initial trigger for what became these secret naughty sessions was that you had obviously become captivated by him. Shadow Milk Cookie would often catch you staring at him from your research desk while waiting for his promised vessel to be made. You would look away bashfully once your eyes met. Shadow Milk Cookie could see the desire in your eyes, and he jumped at the opportunity to have a new toy to play with.

Now, all he had to do was give you a look, and you would quickly excuse yourself from your work and find a quiet, closed off area where you would wait for him to do whatever he wanted with you. Shadow Milk Cookie had done this many times with you now. And each time he would deny you what you wanted. Because it wasn't fun if you weren't trembling and begging for him!

Today, as the work day was winding down to a close and your coworkers were leaving after a long day of dough mixing and experimentation, Shadow Milk Cookie was doing his usual routine. Putting on his little shows and teasing you from afar.

The room was now empty and your heart thumped in your chest as you bid you last coworker good night. You made an excuse to stay behind late today. You could see Shadow Milk Cookie grinning at you from the corner of your eye, and in an instant as soon as the door closed behind your coworker, he was behind you. Teasing you yet again by grinding his crotch against your ass.

"Oh, Y/N Cookie~ You're staying late, hmm?" He whispered seductively, you blushed profusely as you quickly became aroused at the little contact from the jester. Because of Shadow Milk Cookie's constant refusal of your desires and edging, you had essentially become his trained pet. You had been conditioned to crave any bit of physical affection that he gave you, and had lost control of your urges. Now he was able to manipulate you when he pleased. Shadow Milk Cookie was a masterful puppeteer. But this time, it was going to be different. You were going to get what you wanted. You were going to get payback.

You held back a moan and nodded your head quickly in response.

"I don't suppose you can spare a little time to play with me, hm? Right, my little pet~?" Shadow Milk Cookie purred sweetly, pressing you harder against your desk. You gasped slightly, feeling Shadow Milk's hard erection against you.

For a brief moment, you felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe this time Shadow Milk Cookie was serious, and you would finally have sex and get everything you wanted. But you snuffed out the thought quickly, knowing better than to get your hopes up.

"Y-Yes... I'm yours." You whispered shakily. The words left your mouth before you could even think about them. Shadow Milk Cookie laughed.

"That's a good boy~" He praised. Like a drug, those words of praise sent shivers through your dough, only arousing you further. You closed your eyes in delight as Shadow Milk Cookie continued to grind against you. You tried not to whimper loudly as his hand travelled down into your pants to where you desperately needed him, but failed miserably. Shadow Milk Cookie began to tease you through your underwear. But you couldn't take it any longer.

You whipped around and grabbed Shadow Milk Cookie by the shoulders and switched places with him, slamming him onto your desktop, knocking your computer and everything on the desk to the floor. Shadow Milk Cookie's eyes widened as he looked up at you in surprise, where you were tearing a hole in his leotard. A lustful smile spread across his face as he gazed at you unzipping your pants.

"Oh~ Y/N Cookie. Now this is a surprise." Shadow Milk Cookie cooed. You gripped him tighter and pulled him closer to you by the hips, your breath ragged and hungry. Your hips bucked eagerly against him as you struggled to get your length inside him through your lustful hazy.

"You want me this badly, hm? Come to daddy then, Y/N Cookie!" He teased. His cock twitched with his excitement. You lined hastily up with Shadow Milk Cookie's entrance, and pushed inside him roughly. He gasped as you began thrusting into him fast and hard, like a starved animal. Shadow Milk Cookie wrapped his arms and legs around you tightly, and moaned deeply as you hit him right where he wanted. Oh, he hadn't felt this good in such a long time. It was going to drive him nuts.

"Ahhh!! Mmmm! That's right, Y/N Cookie!" Shadow Milk Cookie cried out in pleasure. "You want me, don't you? You've always wanted me! Mm! Just like that!" He shouted. Shadow Milk Cookie's voice encouraging you drove you crazy and the room filled with the lewd slapping of your hot, wet, and desperate movements. Your cries mingled together in a mix of lust and ecstasy. Shadow Milk Cookie clutched at you tightly as your hips rocked violently against him. He gritted his teeth, holding you so tight and trying to buck his hips to match your rhythm.

For a moment, you had the lingering thought of pulling out and denying Shadow Milk Cookie release like he had done to you so many times. But your mind was filled with nothing but pleasure, and even if you wanted to, you didn't think you could stop. You were so close and Shadow Milk Cookie felt so good. You didn't want to stop, you wanted more, wanted to prolong this bliss for as long as you possibly could. But before you could even think about holding back, your hips shuddered, and with one final surge, you came undone. You thrust inside Shadow Milk Cookie, burying your length in him up to the hilt, cumming hard and filling him with your warm cream.

After a couple of seconds, you were completely spent. You panted hard and collapsed against Shadow Milk Cookie's shoulder for support, your cock still throbbing inside the slender jester.

Shadow Milk Cookie caught his breath as he came down from the high, his usual smug attitude long gone. His legs still shaking from the aftershocks of his powerful orgasm. Shadow Milk Cookie's stomach and chest were covered in his own cum.

"Haha... My little Y/N Cookie. My handsome little pet..." He breathed. Pulling you closer to him, you curled up into his warmth. Shadow Milk Cookie ran a hand through your hair gently. You turned your head to look at him, your cheeks flushed pink. The both of you still hot and covered in sugar sweat.

"I'll have to reward you for this lovely service," Shadow Milk Cookie purred, smiling slyly up at you. He kissed you gently, and you leaned into it, already hungry for more. You couldn't stop your hips from beginning to grind into Shadow Milk needily.

"And I think we should also talk about our arrangement. What shall it be, Y/N Cookie~?" Shadow Milk Cookie asked with a grin. You bit your lip slightly.

"Anything you want, Master." You murmured. Shadow Milk Cookie smirked at your answer. He loved making you beg for anything you desired.

[chikaras-garden]

Demonhead Damian when his lovely sugar baby is angry and giving him the silent treatment, how does this possessive man handle this?

Hot anger flares in your chest as you stride through the halls, and every assassin in your path knows not to get in your way. When you look like that—powers sparking, eyes alight—everyone knows that it’s more dangerous to cross you than to feign ignorance when the Demon Head inevitably questions them. 

The guards avert their eyes when you burst into Damian’s chamber and accuse, “You dismissed my maid!”

As he sits behind his desk, his eyes slowly rise to meet yours. Then, his eyebrow quirks—just a little. “Removing one of your friends? That is all it took to convince you to speak to me again? To think I had considered having her killed.”

“I am still angry with you,” you point out, inclining your chin in the face of his blatant nonchalance. He’s not afraid of you? Good. You’re not afraid of him, either.

He tilts his head, corners of his mouth twitching. “Come to me, princess.”

You scoff. “Hire my maid back.”

A beat of silence passes, and then he lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Very well. But I do expect you back in my bed this evening; sleeping alone is…”

This time, he’s the one to wrinkle his nose.

“…inadequate.”