#Also i made him pink 😈😈😈

[omnipotentnothing]

I redownloaded this self-care app (Finch) and got to name this cute little bird. His name is Richard III..😍😍😍😍

I sure do hope Henry of Richmond doesn't raise an army and attack my poor baby to kill him in battle to become King or something that would be horrible and unpredicted ☹️

[lovebugdotcom]

❦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬)❦

[theflowerrooms]

I have a request please 💜 I had the most random idea, Eddie and his gf who is quite shy and sweet, she makes one of those paper fortune teller things and uses it with Eddie, she uses it in a cute way, like to see how many kisses he will get and things like that but maybe Eddie then makes one of his own but his is not so innocent 😈 just basically him making a game out of ways he can please his girl..he will probably try get her to choose certain numbers too because he knows the answers beneath them 😅 but yeah just something fluffy and ofc smutty if you would like! Thankyouuuuu 🥰 love your work

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Thirteen Kisses

Eddie Munson x innocent!fem!reader

Summary: for Eddie, you make a paper fortune game that buys you tons of kisses, for you, Eddie makes a paper fortune game that buys him the opportunity to make you feel as good as possible

wordcount: 2.2k

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, petnames, marking/hickeys, oral (f receiving), making out, unprotected sex

There was always a seat next to Eddie at the hellfire table in the cafeteria, and that seat was always reserved for you. That seat was also almost always empty, because each day, you opted to sit in Eddie’s lap rather than your own chair. He of course didn’t mind, the closer you were, the better. He loved nothing more than holding you and doting on you, his special girl.

“It’s called a fortune teller! But mine’s special and I made it just for us.” You grinned at your boyfriend, kicking your feet excitedly as you sat in his lap, leaning against his chest and showing him the fortune teller you made. “First you gotta pick a colour.”

Eddie rested his head against yours as he looked down at the paper origami in your hand. “Hmm… red.” He stated and you started to move the fortune teller in your hands, spelling out the word ‘red’. He caught on quick, and unprompted, he picked a number, 7, and you moved the fortune teller again, counting to 7. Finally, out of the visible numbers, he picked 2. You flipped it up and smiled.

“Thirteen! You gotta give me thirteen kisses.” You smiled before correcting yourself, “Unless you don’t wanna-”

“Shut up.” He laughed playfully and kissed you quickly, he only pulled back for a second before he was kissing you again. He kissed your lips five times, each cheek once, the tip of your nose, and then five more kisses on your lips. By the end of those thirteen kisses, you were both giggling a ton.

You raised the fortune teller in your hands once more. “Again?” You asked, and he was quick to comply, huge smile on his face.

  He picked the colour purple, then the number six, and finally the number four. "Eight kisses!" You were smiling from ear to ear, and Eddie was only able to match it himself.

  Of course he immediately complied, peppering seven kisses over your face and giving you one big wet kiss on your soft lips to finish it off. Your sweet laughter was music to his ears, he'd do anything to be able to hear it for the rest of his life.

"Now, how's this fair?" He spoke loudly, faking anger as he gently snatched the fortune teller from your hands. "Does it work for me to? Can I get kisses? Or... maybe only the princess gets kisses... No kisses for a lowly peasant like myself." He sighed dramatically and you giggled. He couldn't force the smile off of his face.

  You gently shook his wrist with your hand, "C'mon! You can get kisses too." You leaned your head against his shoulder, waiting a beat for him to figure out how to move the paper properly.

  "Pink!" "Three!" "Five!"

  Eddie leaned forward just slightly, pressing his chest into your side as he flipped up the paper. "Looks like... you owe me thirty kisses!" He exclaimed and placed the fortune teller on the table.

  You rolled your eyes and giggled, "That's not what it looks like- that said six kisses, not thirty." You pouted and he pouted back, leaning closer and closer to you.

  "Pretty sure it said thirty baby... what, you don't wanna kiss me thirty times?" He brought a hand up, gripping his chest dramatically.

  You groaned, entirely pleased and kissed him hard. You gave him kisses on the lips, cheeks, nose, jaw, and a couple on his neck, because you knew he liked that. You both smiled and you leaned your head against his, but all too soon your interaction was interrupted by Dustin gagging dramatically from his spot at the table.

  You pouted as you and Eddie turned to look at him. "Don't mind him baby, he's just jealous and lonely." Eddie rolled his eyes and gave you a big, loud kiss on your cheek.

  "Awe... I'm sorry Dustin. If you want you can use my fortune teller! You and Mike can give each other some kisses." You offered, so sweet and polite, seeming so kind that it was almost hard to tell you were joking. Eddie barked out a laugh, kissing you again. He loved watching the way your humour changed to become more like his.

✽-

  You yawned as you stretched out on your stomach, resting on Eddie's bed. You felt the mattress dip as he kneeled beside you. "Look, I got somethin' to show you." He spoke in a hushed tone. Excitedly, you sat up facing him, and smiled when you saw a new fortune teller in his hands. "I got Robin to show me how to make one, mines special too." He explained. You could tell by his face that he was up to something.

  There was a moment of silence, you and Eddie staring into each others eyes before you finally focused you're attention on the fortune teller. "Pink... Four... Seven." You watched Eddie move closer to you.

  "Hmm... you get to make out with me for five minutes." Eddie grinned wildly, holding up five fingers. He waited for you to smile back at him before he cupped your face, pulling you to meet his lips with your own.

It didn't take long before his tongue was pressing past your lips, Eddie's always been an eager kisser, and you loved being kissed by him. You hummed softly and he responded by moaning deeply into your mouth, the sound forcing heat to your core.

Five minutes went by fast. You were left with kiss bitting lips, slick with spit. Cheeks burning red, eyes glistening, and thighs pressing together. It didn't take much to get you there, excited and needy for your boyfriend. Eddie loved that about you.

Eddie sighed contentedly and gave you a free kiss on the cheek before he held up his fortune teller again. You squished your cheek against Eddie's shoulder. "Pink... three... one." You chewed your lip excitedly. '10 hickeys from Eddie' written in his nearly unreadable handwriting.

He smirked and placed the paper down, hand moving to the hem of your top where he pulled lightly. "Let's get this off of you pretty girl." He helped you take off your shirt, your bra followed quickly. A smile never left his face as he gently pushed you back against his pillows.

Normally, Eddie took his time working you up, placing kisses over every inch of your body that he could reach before he even thought about marking your skin. Today however, he jumped right into what the fortune teller told him to do, not wasting any time before he eagerly sucked a dark hickey onto the side of your throat.

  Like usual, he made a trail; three hickeys on the left side of your neck, one on your collarbone, one on your sternum. You weaved the fingers of your right hand through his hair as he began to kiss and suck the flesh of your right breast. He clearly enjoyed this just as much as you, soft hums against your skin and his evident boner pressing into your leg.

  Two hickeys on one breast and three on the other. You were breathing heavy, ready for him to just take you, just fill you up already. Your heart raced as he picked up the paper fortune teller again.

  "You know the drill baby." He smiled, his own cheeks flushed. It took you a moment to tear your eyes away from the bulge in his jeans and focus.

  "Blue... four... two."

  You watched intently as he flipped the paper up and read it to himself, an intimidating smirk growing on his face. "Get those shorts of baby- panties too."

  Immediately, you through your shorts and panties off of yourself and to the ground, resting back against the pillows. You wanted Eddie in you so bad, you couldn't wait.

  It took a second before you registered the fact that Eddie hadn't taken off any of his own clothes. By then, he was already on his stomach between your legs, licking a long stripe through your folds and stopping to lick at your clit.

  You moaned loudly, back arching and hands gripping Eddie's sheets beneath you. You hadn't expected him to eat you out, you'd expected him to fuck you. You wanted him to fuck you. But this, you were more than happy with this.

  Eddie spread your lips apart, admiring your wet cunt for a moment before he dove in, tongue driving inside of you. You whimpered loudly, pressing back against his face. His nose bumped against your clit over and over again and it was perfect, Eddie was always so talented at pleasing you with his mouth.

  "Feels s'good." You praised him and he moaned in response, trying to press himself closer to you if that was even possible. It felt so good as he fucked you with his tongue, your thighs shook on either side of his head. He moaned in response to every sound you let out and it shook your core. He always enjoyed giving you head just as much as you enjoyed receiving it.

  You could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building up, but you needed more attention on your clit. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled up gently. Of course he understood immediately what you wanted and he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly.

  The mattress underneath you creaked as you writhed in pleasure, hand still tugging on Eddie's hair. You were pulling moans from him that tortured your sensitive clit and had your orgasm hurtling to you. "Eddie- god, Eddie please- gonna cum." You warned him, voice watery and desperate.

  He hummed in approval and that was that, your back arching incredibly high and your throat straining as you moaned loud enough that his neighbours could probably hear you. He kept licking you through your orgasm, then gentle kisses on your thighs and pussy as you came down from your high. "Thank you." You nearly whispered.

  "You are ever so welcome." Eddie grinned at you, moving to his knees as he wiped his mouth and chin off on his sleeve, cleaning his face of your juices. 

  You sat up slightly as he picked up the fortune teller again, you just wanted him to fuck you so bad. "Please, Eddie I jus' need you, need you in me so so bad." Your voice was thick with need, tears threatening your eyes.

  He smirked cockily at you, even though he wanted the same thing. "C'mon baby." He pointed the fortune teller, prompting you to pick a colour.

  "Uh, pink, two, um...-" You looked up at Eddie pleadingly.

  Eddie took sympathy on you, his sweet baby. "Out of curiosity." He started. "What's five plus three? I know you know, my smart girl."

  You smiled thankfully, excitedly. "Eight!" You started to sit up further but he put a hand on your shoulder, pushing you so you were laying back fully, you giggled.

  He flipped the paper up. "Hmm... seems like you're gonna get to cum on my cock after all." He tossed the paper beside you, watching hungrily as he stripped himself of his clothes.

  He wasn't taking his time and neither did you; you were both just desperate for one another. You were already so wet, and he did a good job getting you ready with his mouth, so neither of you were surprised when his cock slid inside you with no reluctance.

  You moaned, arms reaching around Eddie to hold him closer to you, nails digging into his shoulders. It only spurred him on even more, moaning into your neck as he fucked you as fast as he could.

  He'd been hard since making out, and he was about to blow his load embarrassingly soon. He sucked on the skin of your neck, already marked up from earlier, and reached a shaky hand down to your clit. The broken moan you let out almost had him cumming in you right then and there.

  "Eddie-" you moaned his name, resting your head against his as you arched your back, tits pressing against his chest. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming, he could feel you clenching around him repeatedly, he knew you were close.

  "Come on doll, cum for me, wanna feel you soak my cock, come on, c'mon-" you cut him off with a loud moan, close to a scream as you came, nails dragging down his back.

  Hearing you cum and feeling you claw up his back was enough to trigger his orgasm. His thrusts grew sloppy as the dam broke, cock twitching inside you.

  You whimpered as you felt the warm sensation of him cumming inside you, filling you up. He kept fucking you, through your orgasm and his own. You felt some of his cum drip out of you and he watched as he fucked it back inside, making sure not a drop was wasted.

  He stopped before either of you got too overstimulated, hovering over you, forehead pressed to the pillow next to your head. "Did so good baby." He kissed your cheek and you smiled, stroking his back gently.

  "Gonna help me make another fortune teller later? We squished this one..." he laughed and you did too. Of course you would agree.

[cybrasigilism]

Could you write a threesome with Nam-gyu and Thanos but Reader and Nam-gyu are topping Thanos?

Thanks!

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You On Me, Me On You, You On Her (Thanos + Nam-gyu X F!Reader ONESHOT)

warning: smut | 🌽 no plot | not proofread | lowercase intended | ménage à trois | possibly OOC | f!reader | face-sitting | handjob | oral (f! receiving) | degradation | these are my interpretations of these characters, please be respectful even if my opinions of the characters differ from your own

characters: thanos (player 230), nam-gyu (player 124)

A/N: this is my first time writing for dom reader in a non headcanon format, wish me luck! also i 1000% got the title from Bounce by timbaland, of course 😈��

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

the air hung heavy with lust; sounds of sex and sweet ecstasy filling up the room as you, thanos and nam-gyu were partaking in your favourite activity.

poor thanos, he decided to get cocky and tease the two of you earlier; look where that landed him. moments ago, he was certain he had you both wrapped around his finger, and now he was truly at your mercy. with your pussy smothering his face, and nam-gyu fisting his dick, surely he would think twice before testing you guys again.

you had to admit, you could really get used to using thanos’s mouth like this. all that smooth talking he did clearly served him well; he was utterly phenomenal with his tongue. maybe the desperation came into play for the particular occasion, but you didn’t care. you preferred that, as a matter of fact. his rhythm was totally thrown, but you chalked that up to the fact that nam-gyu was for sure edging him at this point. his pained moans muffled by your sitting on his face, nam-gyu seemed to be enjoying this as much as you were.

“aww, ‘s it too much?” he taunted, lightly squeezing thanos’s cock, causing him to whimper into you. “can’t take it?” you weren’t surprised nam-gyu was being a jerk, but it was all in good fun. the sheer level of nam-gyu’s bullying made thanos dig his nails into your thighs, earning a slap from you.

“getting bold are we?” you breathed, rising from his face as he whined. “do i need you to show me why you deserve my pussy again, if you want to be a brat like that?” thanos was so overwhelmed with pleasure at this point; god, look at him he was practically crying. nam-gyu followed your lead, continuing on with the ceaseless teasing. “yeah, i think someone needs to be told how to act right— seeing as he wants to be a little bitch.”

“you’re right.” you agree, cocking your head as you look down at thanos, who even while half lidded still had a face riddled with desperation. “beg for it.” “p-pl-please… i wanna taste ya..s’ bad.” fuck, he could hardly speak he was so blissed out. you decided that you’ve been mean and, what the hell, he was fantastic at eating you.. so back on his face you sat. now that the routine was back in motion, you took no mercy in riding his face. but it was fine, both you and nam-gyu knew that thanos loved being your little bitch.

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gotta love some submissive thanos content! thank you so much for this request anon, it was fun to write dom!reader in a oneshot format! apologies if i made the reader too mean, i kind of just let loose with this one.

as per usual, if you have any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing it is greatly appreciated and requested! have a fantastic day/night lovelies 💋

tags: @gongyoosgf @kouzih @strangelife122 @kvstjwonnie @pink-apples001 @fiicalapsiholoaga @gabbystinks

[denksmail]

Hello love, i stumbled upon your blog and think that it's cool! Can you write a superman/Clark Kent x flourist!Reader? I can't think of a scene so go crazy😭

let me cook 😈 😈

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: Superman (Clark Kent) x Reader ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none! xx ᴀ/ɴ: Finally a Dc request!! I love writing for DC sm >w<. Especially writing for the batfam. Also thank you everyone for the fat load of requests omg!! Multiple of you asked what my guidelines regarding NSFW, just DM me, and see if I'm comfortable writing your request. ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: Clark is visiting Smallville for the weekend and decides to go to his local florist shop to buy a little something for his mom. Little does he know, he will leave the shop with more than just a bouquet of flowers.

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Clark was always sweet but he put his work and responsibilities before everyone. Even his loved ones. His friends start to pick up on this behavior and demand that he take a break from saving everyone all the time. With time, Clark gave in and started with visiting his family back in Smallville. It's been months since he spoke with them. He didn't even know what he'd do when he saw them again. An idea crossed his mind. The least he can do is provide a gift for them. His first idea is to buy flowers for his mom, Martha.

He left the house in hopes of finding the perfect flowers for her. Across the street was a small pink flower shop that recently opened. Clark adjusted his glasses, smiled, and made his way across the street to the shop. Upon walking into the shop, he was immediately hit with fresh floral scents. A blend of roses, lilies, and other exotic blooms. The whole shop was decorated to match each flower displayed. With every flower of every color filling the room and making the shop vibrant.

Behind the counter stood a young woman, arranging a bouquet with deft hands. She had a warm smile and bright eyes that sparkled with enthusiasm. Clark approached her, his usual confidence slightly wavering in the presence of her captivating aura.

"Hi there," he greeted with a friendly smile. "I'm looking to buy some flowers for my mom. Do you think you could help me find the perfect bouquet?"

The florist looked up, her smile widening. "Of course! I'd be happy to help. What's the occasion?"

"Just a visit," Clark replied. "I haven't seen her in a while, and I want to bring her something special."

The florist nodded thoughtfully, her fingers tapping her chin as she considered his request. "Well, let's see. For a mother, you want something that conveys love, appreciation, and warmth. How about a mix of roses and lilies? Roses symbolize love and admiration, while lilies represent purity and refined beauty."

Clark watched her as she moved around the shop, selecting flowers with care. Her movements were graceful, almost like a dance. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by her dedication and passion for her work.

"That sounds perfect," he said, his voice sincere. "You really know your flowers."

She blushed slightly, her smile becoming a bit shy. "Thank you. I love what I do, and it's always a pleasure to help someone find the perfect bouquet."

As she continued to assemble the bouquet, they chatted about various topics—flowers, Smallville, and even a bit about the bustling city of Metropolis. Clark found himself enjoying the conversation more than he had anticipated. There was something refreshing about her genuine interest and warmth.

"You know," she said, tying the bouquet with a delicate ribbon, "these flowers remind me of my own mom. She used to tell me that flowers are nature's way of smiling at us."

Clark smiled, feeling a connection with her words. "Your mom sounds like a wonderful person."

"She was," the florist replied softly, her eyes reflecting a mix of fondness and nostalgia. "I think your mom will love these flowers. Here you go."

She handed him the bouquet, a beautiful arrangement of red roses and white lilies. Clark took it, marveling at the care and artistry that had gone into creating it.

"Thank you," he said, his voice warm. "I really appreciate it."

As he reached for his wallet, the florist placed a hand on his arm, stopping him. "It's on the house," she said with a wink. "Consider it a gift for your mom."

Clark was taken aback by her generosity. "Are you sure? I don't mind paying."

"I'm sure," she replied, her smile genuine. "Just promise to come back and tell me how she liked them."

He chuckled, feeling a warmth in his chest. "I promise."

Before he could leave, the florist reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. She scribbled something on it and handed it to him.

"Here's my number," she said, her cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. "In case you ever need more flowers, or, you know, just want to talk."

Clark took the paper, his fingers brushing against hers briefly. "Thank you," he said softly. "I'll definitely keep that in mind."

With the bouquet in one hand and her number in the other, Clark left the shop, a smile playing on his lips. As he took to the skies, he felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. Visiting his parents was nothing new to him but this time, there was an added reason for his uplifted spirits—a charming florist who had managed to make his day a little brighter.

[newkatzkafe2023]

yandere idea for our beloved wukongs!!! readers bedroom has two windows beside eachother. the reader climbing out of her window to go courtnap wukong wukong(s) climbing into her other window to come courtnap her both making excuses about what they are doing. tools still in hand. reader has a blindfold and chloroform and a gold collar with wukongs name on it while wukong has fuzzy handcuffs to cuff her with and a pink collar for her with her name on it. by the end of the night they both have the collars on and the handcuffs DEFINITELY came in handy. 💗💞💝🥰

A match made in madness🤤

(Lmk Wukong) You finally have your the tools, you need to get Wukong and you were ready. As you got ready to climb out your bedroom window that's when your other window opened and that's when you turned to see Wukong. He came in with Fuzzy handcuffs and an adorable pink collar, when Wukong saw that you were gonna do something similar the questions and excuses went flying. You were sweating and Wukong was trying not to freakout, but the truth came out wanting to courtnap each other. Now here you were naked and Wrestling in your bed as you both wore your wedding collor, with him handcuffed to your bed.

(HIB Wukong) So you finally have what you needed to catch your new husband, until Wukong climbed though your other bedroom window. Yo the awkwardness levels in your house was something else, as both you tired to explain to each other want you both were doing. Then you noticed the tools you both had his handcuffs, your blindfold, the collors you both have to each other. You both put two and two together before you both frantically began making out with each other, ripping each others clothes off and having the times of your lives. You both wore the collors as you both try for your first cub.

(NR Wukong) Well this is awkward but also not surprised, you opened your bedroom window ready to go find Wukong. That was until you caught him climbing though your window with some handcuffs, and what you guess was a collar. Wukong saw what you were holding a blindfold, chloroform, and a golden collor with his name on it both staring at each other. Boi was it the Freakiest night of your immoral lives Wukong blindfolded, and in his handcuffs as you ride into to the night both wearing your married couples collors Completly lost in obsession.

(MKR Wukong) Holy sh*t this is gonna be insanely humorous. You got ready to climb out your window until you saw him come in through the other window. Wukong had handcuffs and collor in his paws, and when he saw you about to climb out the other window with a blindfold, chloroform, and a golden collor. Well, hence, the arguments and interrogations echoing throughout your bedroom, and the next, you both knew you were both in bed rocking each other's world. Wukong was on his back handcuffed to your bed chirping with hearts in his eyes meanwhile you bounce on top of him blindfolded and moaning like nothing before. As you both wore the collors you bought for each other.

(Netflix Wukong) HOLY HELL THIS IS A HOT MESS LIKE SERIOUSLY, at least you took the time to plan🤣. With Wukong he would do this on Impulse and grab whatever looked like it was gonna help him on his goals. You watched this fool fall in your room and fumble around dropping the handcuffs and the pink collar, you just stare at him as he makes weak excuses for why he just broke and entered in your home. You immediately knew what he was doing and just surrendered and got it on with him, sure he needed some guidance. He was just so cute that you couldn't ever been mad at him, he forever your after all just like the collors says😈

(BMW Wukong) Sooooo you both sure didn't waste time, I mean you were leaving though your window just to see Wukong about to enter the other one. The second you and Wukong saw the tools you both had to kidnap each other, you both just got it onnn kissing and hugging each other and soon your clothes and his armor came off. The bedroom shaking as hard as your bed, making all kinds of noise sinking your claws into his back purring and moaning as you wear the collors you both brought together.

(Destined one) Oh My you would be giggling and blushing at the Destined one's arrival, especially when he got a bit clumsy. Even though he stared you down with a stern expression on his face, his fur did nothing to hide the blush on his face. You smiled so sweetly at him all naked on your bed wearing the collor he got you. With the Destined one he wore a collor as well standing infront of you naked as the day he was born, with that came a night of passion and deep love and obsession. Getting to play with the handcuffs he brought with him, that night was not only soo hot but the same night your cubs were conceived.

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[girlboypersonthingy]

valentines day with lucifer pleaseee

YAASSS IM SUCH A LUCIFER SIMP *bangs on table* I love him so much, it’s a problem. Like look at him… 🥹 thanks for the request and ENJOY!

(I don’t own this picture)

Lucifer x reader- Valentine’s Day 🤍

Whether you two have been together for 3 weeks or 3 centuries, he will ask you to be his valentine every. single. year.

Baby boy is such a hopeless romantic I stg

Goes all out too! Would never just get you flowers and chocolates. From the king of hell?! No way. Only the absolute best for his love.

In this case, this is your very first Valentine’s Day together!!! D’AAAWWWWW

You come home/back to the hotel the day before valentines and there’s red and pink balloons every where, rose petals all over the ground, the lights are dim and soft. Very much a romantic movie scene type thing.

“(Y/N)~” Lucifer calls out to you sweetly, softly as he watches you look around at all the new decor.

When he finally has your attention, he holds his gloved hand out to you, beckoning you to come to him.

You can’t help but smile as you run to hug him. He laughs softly against you before he pops the question, his arms gently squeezing you against him.

“(Y/N)? Will you be my valentine, sweetheart?” And all you can do is laugh and hold him even closer.

“Oh, Luci~ Of course I will!”

OBVIOUSLY this dork makes you a cool ass duck as a gift. It’s one that really relates to you, has something to do with your looks or personality or an inside joke between the two of you. It’s special just for you 🥹

Def wants to take you on a nice date somewhere. Maybe a fancy restaurant, maybe to a bar, maybe a coffee shop for some caffeine and sweets.

Def asks you what you want to do and leaves the choice to you. He’s fine with whatever as long as he can hold your hand and give you kisses every 2 seconds so often.

DEFINITELY picks you up in a fancy ass car with a chauffeur and champagne and everything!

Whatever you decide to do, he’s sooooo distracted the whole time. There’s so much on his mind rn and it’s all different thoughts about you, most of them innocent 😈

I mean how is he supposed to keep his thoughts 100% clean and innocent when you dressed so nicely for your valentines date and you keep laughing extra loud at his jokes and blushing bright red at every compliment he shoots your way.

Of course he dresses to the nines as well. He looks great in white, don’t get me wrong. But him in a deep red suit with pink accents for valentines?!,!!??!,? PLZ 😍

He also loves the way people stare when you two go out together. Sure, it’s not totally conventional for the king of hell, Lucifer himself, to be so deeply in love with someone of your status but that’s what really bonds you two. It’s not some arrangement or a deal made for your soul or anything besides true love and attraction for each other.

He loves and trusts you so much, you’re so different from everyone else who fights for his attention.

And you’re just thanking your lucky stars, wondering how the hell you pulled him. He’s so perfect omfgggg

He is sure to ask you if everything is to your liking, how you’re feeling, what you want to do next. He’s very observant and considerate.

It’s hard to even eat or drink or whatever you’re trying to focus on bc he keeps staring at you and holding your hand and winking at you Everytime you guys make eye contact.

Don’t get me wrong! He’s lovey dovey and super sweet all the time but on this holiday of romance and love, he’s going 1000 times harder!

He would totally take you back to his house to finish off your romantic evening.

Probably puts on some music and takes off his coat to get more comfy.

Offers you a drink and goes to make it himself, adding some cute little garnish to it just to be fancy for you.

Sits on the couch in the living room with you and keeps his hands on you in some way. Touching your thigh, holding your hand, rubbing your arm or your back.

Proceeds to talk your ear off about everything and anything as his hands roam your body subconsciously.

Luci definitely talks a lot, rambles on and on to you all the time. Hope you’re a good listener ;) he doesnt have many other loved ones to talk to you so you get to hear it all

He talks so much he probably often tells you the same story over and over again. You tell him “Yes, Luci. You told me this already.” with a sweet smile at least once a day.

Tries to kiss you but accidentally bumps his head into yours instead.

Now you’re both laughing so loud, blushing so bright red and can’t maintain eye contact for more than a second or two.

He probably cracks a joke to ease the tension in the room too. And even worse, it’s some lame dad joke or a pun lmaoooo

Leans in again, much slower this time. His eyes flutter shut and he purses his lips as he approaches.

His kiss is scorching hot but so so soft.

Maybe you guys have kissed before, maybe not. But this kiss hits different. Maybe it’s the Valentine’s Day sweetness in the air, maybe it’s because he’s so goofy and silly and comfortable with you all the time, maybe it’s the drinks you’ve had tonight, maybe all three?

But this kiss…is the most passionate you’ve ever shared with him.

[r0ttenhearts]

can I request a charac using reader who has a crush on them for their own benefits. while reader is left to wonder why chrc acts like a stranger to reader in public. eventually confronting chrc and them brushing it off as not noticing, being too busy. until reader eavesdropped to a convo with chrc's friend abt chrc just using reader. and reader leaves and ignores chrc for a while and chrc slowly starts missing reader's presence, only to see reader with someone else and confronting reader about it. of course charac won't get the happy ending 😈

(preferably scara, or childe-- if u write for him.)

feel free to ignore, I think I haven't expressed my req properly 😭😭.

also can I be 🌧️ anon ? :>

thanks 🌧️ anon for the request ^^ i hope you enjoy!

not your pet, anymore

scaramouche x reader

warnings: angst, arguments, insults, suggestive mentions

“you love me, right?”

“of course i do, scara. you mean so much to me.” you whispered, fingers running through his hair as he leaned against you. his thick eyelashes fluttered shut, hand on his chest as he lay against you.

the biting cold of fall couldn’t compare to the warmth you two shared, huddled together like this. his cheeks still tinted pink from the cold air, hands cold to the touch, it was just the way you liked him to be. cold enough for him to want to sit close to you and warm up.

touches were not a regular occurrence for scaramouche, he was normally dismissive, claiming he hated the closeness of skin on skin contact. but that wasn’t said when he’d tug at the end of your sweater, asking if he could feel more of your warmth. soft pants escaping your lips, his cold hands wandering, bodies on the cold floor of his bedroom. that’s how you’d spend your days after school.

but this time, with your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead as you finished up some of scaramouche’s homework he had passed on to you, something felt different. he was glued to his phone, an unusual smile gracing his lips as his thumbs danced across the device. you frowned, putting down your pen as you watched his face pull up in expressions you had rarely seen.

“who’re you talking to scara?”

“none of your business, (y/n).” he snapped, the smile he had been wearing for a few minutes dropping as his head snapped up to look at you. he sighed dramatically, getting up from the floor as he placed his phone down next to your hand, his face inches away from you.

“so damn nosy (y/n), when you should be doing my essay. are you bored? should i give you more work? or maybe i should let you suck me off, put your mouth to use. i think i like you better when you’re stuffing me in than anything you’ve ever said, anyway.” he sneered, enjoying the silence from you. a slight movement from you caused annoyance to bubbled up inside of him, his face unable to hide that itching feeling.

“you know, if you weren’t like this i’d be nicer to you, hell, maybe i’d love you. fat chance of that happening, i hate you most of the time. the only time i like your mouth open is when you’re making those pretty sounds for me, anything else is just muck.

why’re you so quiet, huh? are you gonna run off to your friends again? tell them how horrible i am? you think someone like collei will bother with you after you tell her what you do in here with me? how you open yourself to me? after swearing to her you’re done with me? you’re fucking something, (y/n). honestly, i’m getting sick of you. can you get the fuck out now?”

scaramouche’s phone buzzes, screen lighting up with a new text message. the both of you glance to it at the same time before he snatches it up, typing away a response as you gather your things without a word. biting your tongue was easier said then done, but you knew the argument would be worse if you said anything to him at all.

with a gentle click of scaramouche’s door, hours had gone by since you made your way home. a warm shower to rid of the nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach, along with the stickiness scaramouche had left you. you weren’t enjoying this, not one bit.

you figured you’d talk to him tomorrow in class, apologize for your inconveniences to him, and have it return to how it usually was after a fight. if you could call it one.

what you didn’t expect was to see scaramouche sitting by the green haired girl, haypasia, his usual seat empty as they sat side by side. quietly setting your things down, you still thought to say good morning to him, as a sign of peace.

standing from your seat, you meekly stood in front of him, hands wringing in front of you nervously. “good morning scara, and haypasia, i was wondering if��“

scaramouche never looked at you the whole time you were standing in front of him, his eyes glued on haypasia as her eyes bore into yours. a bitter smirk on haypasia’s face as she waved you off, scaramouche rolling his eyes before continuing whatever conversation they were having before you interrupted him.

a pain started to form in your chest. that nauseating prick that you’d feel every time you knew scaramouche was fooling around with other girls. cold sweat was all you felt as class droned on, your eyes never leaving the back of scaramouche’s head as his hand would slip underneath haypasia’s desk, sliding her pieces of paper that she would giggle at or turn red to after reading.

why is he being like this? should you have said something yesterday? would the satisfaction of knowing he practically owned you satisfy him enough to not be like this? these thoughts ran through your head until it was time for lunch, that bell being something of a savior as you were freed from seeing him there with her.

childe’s loud laughs caught your attention as he stood with kazuha, an anxious look on the white haired boys face as his eyes locked with yours for a moment. “i mean, just look at her! everyone knows scara is just using her. i heard, he’s been sleeping with (y/n) so he’s good enough to do it with that other girl, whatever her name is. you know her, right kazuha? whatdya think? did you get a piece of her yet too? or is it just scara sinking his claws in her, and something else!”

kazuha’s nervous laugh as childe punched his arm spoke volumes as you stood up, clutching the strap of your bag. kazuha noticed the tears in your eyes as you ran out of the classroom, you had heard every word that came out of childe’s mouth. excusing himself, he ran after you, his soft taps of his feet on the floor in comparison to your loud, cluttered footsteps.

scaramouche heard about this from childe, his demeanor changing once childe gave him the details on how kazuha ran after you. he didn’t know why it bothered him, but it did. no one else should be acknowledging his pet, the one that was so compliant and listened to everything he asked of you.

that’s how he saw you, and that’s all you were to him. right? that egging feeling in his chest as his messages to you were now left on seen more often than not. your cat keychain you hung on your bag that “reminded you of him” being replaced by a charm of a maple leaf, the same one kazuha had on his bag.

it bothered him. and he didn’t try to hide it. every time you’d sit next to kazuha instead of him, he’d grumble under his breath. a part of him ached to see you bare on his bedroom floor again, your fingers running through his hair, your gentle kisses on his forehead when you’d put him to bed when he was in a foul mood. he actually missed you.

but why were you so distant now? surely kazuha wasn’t giving you something he wasn’t, right? he couldn’t. you’d always declared your loyalty to scaramouche, never once breaking it.

then why did you admit you were in love with kazuha? your hands together in front of scaramouche as he scoffs, taking you by the wrist the second those words left your mouth.

“come again? i think i misheard you (y/n). you said you were in love with me just last month. so how do you even think you have feelings for that poet?” his voice wavered, eyes scanning across your face for a sign, a hint of remorse or love that you once held for him.

you shake your head, taking your hand away from scaramouche’s grip but he tightens it anyway. his eyes bore into yours, begging, pleading for it not to be true. for you to laugh it off and say you were kidding.

“he’s.. kind. it’s unlike something i’ve had before, and.. it feels good. it feels good to be wanted, scara. something i never felt with you.”

“something i never felt with you”, those words rung in his head as he laughs loudly, fat tears spilling as he pulls you into his chest. your hands going to push him away as he holds you tightly, laughing through his tears.

“you promised me (y/n), you promised you’d stay. you said you’d stay with me forever, love me forever! please don’t be like them, please don’t let that be a lie.”

“let me go, scara. please.” you whispered, feeling him shake his head as his hands tighten around you.

“n-no, no.. i can’t lose you too. archons, i can’t. what did childe say (y/n)? i promise he didn’t mean it, whatever he said isn’t true! i swear.. let’s just, go back to how it used to be, yeah? you can come over like you used to and- and we just don’t have to have sex. we can do things you like! i swear.. so please..”

his tears had rolled down, coating your neck as he wept. you’d never seen him in such a desperate state. his eyes looking into yours for a hint of what used to be there for him, but there wasn’t. more tears rolled down his cheeks as he let you go. he had fucked up. again. and this time he lost you, the one thing he never thought he’d lose.

“i’m sorry, scara. i’ve moved on. i think you have too with haypasia, you’ll be okay.” you say before picking up your bag, leaving him standing there with a wreck of feelings in his chest.

“you’re just like the rest.” he spat under his breath, harshly wiping at his eyes as the tears continued to flow. a hateful sentence meant to comfort no one but himself. he knew you weren’t at fault for it, he knew one day you’d want something more of him, something he’d be reluctant to give you. the day you finally escaped the clutches of the toxic relationship he had given you, the same day he had deemed the end of his new beginning.

“i never got my forever with you, like you promised. i can’t apologize for hating you for it.”

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[cloudluvrrr]

give some fluffy sephiroth headcanons and my life is yours (i’m not sure where to put requests so i’ll just do it through inbox)

notes - YAYAYAY ofcc mathing userrs 😍 💗💗

-- ♡

sweet- lana del rey

-- crisis core

- He’d be very gentle, since he has a lot of strength and is fucking huge

- He’d be very gentle hugging and cuddling you (he thinks he’ll crush you like a bug)

- From all his missions he’d bring you a small souvenir

- I also feel like he wouldn’t be much for pda, but he does lead you places. and sometimes holds your hand and kisses the back of it.

- On his days off he’d spent the entire day with you. Either shopping or in your shared apartment.

- He’s very cuddly

- He’s a little dumb about simple things since he spent a lot of his childhood in a lab so it’s bound to happen

-he'll read lifestyle books with reading glasses

- Whenever he has the chance he talks about retiring, living in a small town and living a domestic life (and potentially finding his mother)

- He’ll get into whatever your interests are even teach you new things about them

- He lets you play with his hair while he looks through paper work or if he’s in a really good mood do his makeup

-he'll let you brush it, braid it, put it into bows.

- I also feel like he’d fall in love with Someone from a small town rather than someone from midgar

-potentially bringing them from there to midgar.

- He likes animals, I feel like he’d be very happy if his s/o had a cat (bonus if it looks like him 🤓☝️)

- I feel like he lives in a big fucking apartment with no furniture cause he sees no point, but eventually when he started to court you he’ll slowly add more furniture. (His hearts flutters when you compliment it)

- I feel like he can cook nibelheim doesn’t count) he’ll often cook, it’s simple but they’re yummy (like him)

-He'll do most of the chores, since he's always does them anyways.

-He wears a pink cat apron

-hes so cute i wish he wasn't fucking insane

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he sat in bed reading one of his cook books, as the bathroom light was on. Meaning you were of course getting ready for bed, eventually getting into bed with him. You read along with him making a few comments at the dishes that were pictured

Till he put it away and got comfortable with you.

"I think I'll retire after this mission" he began burying his nose into your freshly washed hair.

"oh? so soon" you asked playing with a few strands of his hair

"yes.. perhaps it can help me find my mother.. nibelheim has intersting history i hear"

"oh.. when do you leave?"

"ah, tomorrow afternoon, this will be our last night together for now"

he adds with a small chuckle. and a sigh.

"goodnight my love" he said softly kissing your hair and turning off the lamp

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this was short but hopeu liked 💞

im tryingto be serious but i fear im too funny

NY STUPUD ASS SAVED AS A DRAFT INSTEAD LF POSTD IT 😭😭

Also when u make first class u can choose ur uniform WHO MADE HIS SLUTTY OIFIT

im so nor mal about this game

feel free to request more for ff7 😈😈😈

[danikamariewrites]

I’m in such a mood for some good old corruption😈 Would it be okay to request something with Eris x reader where reader was very shielded and never experienced normal things, like sleepovers, gossip w friends, and doesn’t get insinuations. She’s maybe eating something with cream and she’s licking stuff and it turns him on but she doesn’t understand why. Like she’s so naive/innocent and he just wants to corrupt her. People want the same and she gets hit on a lot, she unintentionally flirt back and think they’re having a normal conversation. So Eris protects her from it bc only he is allowed to bask in her innocence 👀 maybe he even takes her virginity 👀👀

idk why im like this tbh. Im just horny i guess…

Corrupt

Eris x reader

A/n: he would have a corruption kink lmao

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, corruption kink, suggestive

You’re younger than Eris by 100 years and you’re also the only girl in your family

Your family is high nobility in the Autumn Court so you have been heavily protected all your life

When the bond snapped for you and Eris it was at an Autumn Equinox ball

Eris was overjoyed that his little mate is so innocent

He couldn’t wait to show you everything around the court, in the bedroom, and about relationships in general

Eris took a risk and told his father who thought the match was perfect because Beron could get something out of it

The next day your family was called to the forest house. You were nervous because your parents wouldn’t tell you what was going on but focused on making sure you looked beautiful

Entering the throne room and seeing Eris you knew this meeting was about the mating bond. Eris could feel your nerves so he sent a wave of calm down the bond. You rest your hand on your chest giving him a shy smile

Once the adults were finished talking Eris came up to you, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles as he stared at you with those molten amber eyes

You have never been in a relationship before and you had dreamed of a mate since your mother told you about the concept when you were a little girl

“Would you accompany on a walk around the gardens little fox?” You nodded enthusiastically. Your mother cleared her throat giving you a look that said ‘use your words’. “Yes, I’d love to.” You curtsy. Eris offers you his arm and leads you outside

Eris wanted time with you before the mating ceremony to get to know you better instead of just watching you from afar at parties and balls

Stopping at a bench in the gardens Eris guides you to sit as he picks a rose for you. You tell him how you e been sheltered your whole life, you never were really allowed to hangout with your friends past curfew unless it was for court and if you were with a male one of your brothers had to be with you

It drove Eris wild to know that he was the first male you’d ever been alone with

Knowing that he would be the one to corrupt your innocence made his cock hard

Eris didn’t want to rush you of course. Everything he plans on doing needs time and he didn’t want to scare you off

So he took his time courting you properly. Eris takes you on dates, spends time with you when he’s free from work, you eat meals together

On one of your picnics Eris had packed your favorite snacks, on being strawberries. He didn’t think watching you eat the fruit would be so seductive

He watched as you wrapped your perfect pink lips around the berry. As you bit into it and sucked the juice from it Eris had to adjust himself so you wouldn’t spot his arousal. You could smell him and your cheeks flushed

“Did I do something wrong?” “No little fox, come here.” You shuffled toward him as he reached his arms out to pull you onto his lap. “Do you want another little fox?” You smiled and let out a small ‘uh-huh’. He grabs another strawberry from the basket and holds it up to your lips. You reach out to take it but he clicks his tongue at you. You look at him a little confused until he brings it to your mouth again. You relax against him as he feeds you

You also accidentally on purpose lick his fingers which does not help his situation

That afternoon Eris’s first lesson was focused on your lips. you two made out for what felt like hours. You never wanted to leave his embrace or his warm plush lips. From then on you would steal him away for kisses or make out with him in his office so no one would see you

You even moved into your own living quarters at the Forest House so you could be close to each other

One night you were reading in Eris’s living room while he worked late. You usually leave by 10 pm since you’ve never stayed the night with Eris or anyone. You fell asleep with your book on your chest, your even breathes catching Eris’s attention

He took your book, marking your spot. Eris kisses your forehead and your eyes flutter open. Realizing what happened you sit up a blush during your cheeks. “Sorry Eris, I’ll leave-“ Eris cut you off by holding your chin between his fingers.

“Hey, it’s ok. You can stay tonight if you want.” You played with the ends of your hair as you thought. “Yes please.” Eris smiled and picked you up bridal style carrying you to bed where you snuggled all night

One of the things Eris adores about you is your clueless demeanor and your curiosity about everything. When he teaches you things (😏) you get all blushy and try to hide from him

Eris does everything for you. He never wants you to have a need that isn’t met

There was a ball to celebrate your mating ceremony/wedding days before the actual party and you stayed attached to Eris the whole night

The one time he left you to get you a new drink you got hit on. You had no idea the male was flirting with you, you thought he was just being nice

Eris rushed back to your side pulling you into his side as he gave the male a death stare. A low growl sounding from his throat. The male couldn’t get away fast enough. “Eris he was just being nice.” He shook his head watching the male weave through the crowd. “No baby. And he needs to know your mine.”

After the wedding party you and Eris go to his cabin in the woods. You wanted to give him his food in private because he wants you all to himself. Plus it was what you were comfortable with

When he finishes his food Eris looks at you, his eyes blown wide with lust. He grips the table as you get closer to him until your on his lap

You run your hands through his hair and he takes in a shuddering breath. “Are you ready little fox? Are you sure you want to do this tonight?” “I wouldn’t have given you the food if I didn’t want to. And you’ve taught me enough my love.”

Eris quickly brought you to the bedroom placing you down gently in the middle. You pulled Eris by his hair to kiss you hard. Wrapping your legs around his waist you rubbed your core against his hardening cock. He moans out in surprise. Pulling away from you panting Eris looks at you with a feral grin. “Where did you learn that little fox?” You give him a shy smile, “My books were a little more than romance.”

Eris kissed you again mumbling ‘I love you’ as you started to make the mating bond official

[minkdelovely]

kinktober — day XV

prompt: gender swap

revelations

“your hands were on my hips

your name is on my lips

over over again

like my only prayer”

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Alastor x Lucifer ; RadioApple ; MDNI 18+

tags/warnings: top!lucifer x bottom!alastor, alastor has a vagina, oral (alastor receiving), outercourse, no penetration orgasm 🦌✨

word count: 2.3k

summary: alastor and lucifer, back in their own bodies, have found some footing in their new routine. but there’s been something on alastor’s mind that he just can’t shake, which leads to surprising discoveries for the new lovers.

author’s note: can you believe we’re halfway through kinktober already?? this is a continuation of @macabr3-barbi3 body swap prompt <- please be sure to read this first to get the full experience ♥️ i was very excited to finally take a swing at this, and i hope you enjoy it! if there’s any takeaway, it’s that i will make alastor a cute little mess whenever i can 😈 quote is from burning desire by lana del rey.

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“I’d like us to try something different this time...”

Lucifer hums in response, too lost in the stupor Alastor’s scent puts him in to form words. You’d think after a month of intimacy that he’d have grown a tolerance for it, but the angel feared he had actually gotten weaker now that he didn’t have to stave off his desires.

He felt that same wave of relief pour through him, remembering how he pleaded with Alastor’s voice: Please don’t regret this. Lucifer had spent many nights following this in gratitude, eagerly receiving and reciprocating Alastor’s passions. They had both made good on their proposition to attune each other to their tastes, and Lucifer was currently indulging in one of his. It wasn’t just Alastor’s scent that drove him crazy, but also the sounds he made under Lucifer’s touch. Eliciting a myriad of gasps and moans from the demon as he laid claim to the delicate, tantalizing flesh under his mouth.

Alastor’s neck was always hidden behind a high collar, making the skin there particularly sensitive. The evidence of Lucifer’s ardency was easily hidden, and the King found his eyes wandering to that collar often, as if seeing through the cloth to his markings underneath.

Mine.

Leave it to Alastor to give him a possessive streak.

“Lucifer, are you listening?” Alastor’s voice was breathy but the irritation it conveyed managed to cut through the fog in Lucifer’s mind.

The subtle bite of Alastor’s claws on his ribs was enough to finally draw him away from his lover’s delectable neck, readjusting himself in Alastor’s lap to look at him properly. Learning how to make Alastor cum wasn’t the only thing Lucifer had learned over these last few weeks. Pissing Alastor off was a sure fire way to end up falling asleep alone with his hand down his pants.

“You wanna try something different.”

Maybe he had said it too directly, or the eye contact was too much, but he didn’t expect to get the reaction he did out of the demon. Alastor’s face flushed pink, a gorgeous rosy shade that accentuated the handsomeness of his face. Fuck, he was so effortlessly endearing sometimes. Lucifer felt his cock twitch between his legs when Alastor broke eye contact. Bashfulness was a rarity on the Radio Demon, and it made Lucifer salivate. Something primal in him waking up that he didn’t know was there until recently.

“Hey, come on, you know you can tell me,” Lucifer said sweetly enough, caressing Alastor’s face. Though the glint in his eyes was anything but, exposing the hunger he was trying to keep at bay.

Rushing Alastor into things never ended well, while patience always paid off.

Alastor relaxed under Lucifer’s touch and turned back to him, but his crimson eyes remained apprehensive. “I’ve been thinking… about our first time.”

How could Lucifer forget? It was one of the best mornings in his long existence. But he stayed silent, waiting for Alastor to continue.

“And as much as I enjoy fucking you to oblivion,” Alastor emphasized this with a squeeze to Lucifer’s hips, some confidence returning to his face and static-laden timbre, “I’d like to… try that out again. In my own body this time.”

It took Lucifer a second to catch on, but the smile that spread on his face was eager when he realized what Alastor was suggesting.

Lucifer was also quite fond of the way Alastor took control in the bed. He had always been a bit spoiled this way, being claimed by his lovers and basking in their affection. It was nice to let someone else take the reins and turn his mind off while his body bloomed like an evening flower, so long as the florist knew what they were doing. And, boy, did Alastor know what he was doing.

But the opportunity to turn the tables was too enticing to pass up. How could he, really, when Alastor was being so charmingly coy about it? Their first time was never too far from Lucifer’s mind, and it filled him with more happiness than he expected that it was the same for Alastor — perhaps even more so, given this request. How long had he been holding this back?

Lucifer brought his other hand up to Alastor’s face and stood on his knees to kiss him. It seemed to be answer enough for the demon, his large hands fervently gripping Lucifer’s hips in response. They stayed this way until Alastor had to come up for air, hot puffs of breath permeating the space between their open mouths as Lucifer gently guided him to lay down. Alastor was still panting as Lucifer began to unbutton his shirt, planting kisses on each patch of exposed skin as he made his way down.

“You’ll feel a bit of a tingle, but I promise it won’t hurt,” Lucifer said into Alastor’s stomach, relishing the way the muscles twitched under the tickle of his breath.

A radiant, golden light enveloped them for a moment, followed by the promised tingle and then… nothing. Or, well… not nothing. Alastor’s pants felt looser in the groin but tighter on the hips, his budding erection all but gone as the ache of his arousal swelled. The heat he felt in his lower abdomen was familiar but his desire was now inside, a subconscious clench of his new sex alerting him to how empty he felt. It was a sensation he had only experienced the one time in a body that wasn’t his, and the thrill of discovery made him tremble; his mind gone cottony with this sudden onset of need and submission. Unable to form the words required to convey his want, a whine choked him. Amplified by an involuntary roll of his hips against Lucifer’s chest.

The air around them shifted, oppressive and electric; alerting the animal mind buried deep within man that something was coming.

It took all of Lucifer’s self control to stop him from tearing Alastor’s pants to shreds in his need to unveil what awaited him underneath. But he managed somehow, his kisses on Alastor’s belly gone feverish as he quickly unfastened the belt embellishing the demon’s slender waist. Lucifer gave it a harsh pull and flung it away as if it had bitten him, unconcerned with whatever patch of floor it decided to land on as he unbuttoned the offending pants. Only then did he manage to calm himself some, giving a final kiss to the supple flesh protecting Alastor’s newly formed womb before looking up at his disheveled lover.

“You don’t know how much it means, trusting me with this,” Lucifer said, his sincerity potent with reverence as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of the Overlord’s pants and underwear. “Thank you for letting me take care of you Alastor.”

He was rewarded with another bashful display, Alastor’s ears pressed tightly against his head as he swallowed thickly. Glazed eyes and the pink flush of his face and tufted chest diluting the insolence of his retort. “Quit fussing and get on with it already.”

There were a few canned responses that came to Lucifer’s mind: Patience is a virtue, be careful what you wish for. But as they say, actions speak louder than words.

With a snap of his fingers they were both divested of clothes, and Alastor gasped as the cool air collided with his molten core. He didn’t have the opportunity to complain about it before Lucifer knelt down, devoutly kissing the inside of Alastor’s left thigh as his hand kneaded the other. Alastor sighed but his stomach tensed, a small spurt of liquid trickling out of him as Lucifer’s mouth made its way closer to the spot he desired it most.

Lucifer paused to admire the sight before him, earning a frustrated mewl from the demon. Alastor was ethereal, purveying a softness Lucifer honestly never thought possible, even after all the new facets he’d uncovered over the last month. But as he set his gaze on Alastor’s gorgeous cunt — adorned with a soft down of red and black hair — the domineering urge which was so new to him writhed under his skin, begging to proclaim its territory.

Finally, he brought himself to Alastor’s center. Unable to resist the need to smell the demon’s intoxicating arousal before extending his tongue, lapping up the juices collected there as if in offering. Alastor jerked in reaction, keening with relief as Lucifer groaned, quickly settling himself between Alastor’s legs to start his ministrations in earnest. He hiked those gorgeous long legs over his shoulders, firm tongue swirling over Alastor’s clit with a measured pace that belied his eagerness. It wouldn’t do to overwhelm the poor thing.

Alastor seemed to be doing well, though. Cursing between soft moans while his hips rolled against the angel’s mouth. Lucifer sighed into that delicious heat as Alastor’s fingers found purchase in his blonde hair, a feeling of wholeness washing over him that he hadn’t felt in centuries.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Lucifer lamented before his forked tongue dove back into its newfound Eden.

He felt like he was floating away from himself, lost in the saccharine taste and sounds of his lover. The demon’s scent now fully bloomed, perfuming the air with the verdant musk that had tortured Lucifer since their first meeting. How easily the angel was reduced to his baser natures, the need to revere and praise woven into his very being reminding him of his place. In this instance it didn’t matter — nor did he ever think it would when it came to how he felt about the sinner beneath him. Lucifer would weather whatever storms Alastor threw his way, so long as the days ended with them in the safe harbor of their bed.

Lucifer’s tongue had just pressed up to focus on the sensitive inner nerve when a low, drawn-out bleat from Alastor caught them both off-guard. Alastor’s hands quickly detangled themselves to clasp over his mouth with Lucifer’s head popping up to follow, his hair ruffled like unruly feathers. He took in the look on Alastor’s face, beet-red with embarrassment, and felt the expression on his own soften with an overwhelming affection. Nothing they had tried so far had managed to pull a sound like that from Alastor — but Lucifer wasn’t completely surprised. He wrote the book on cunnilingus, after all.

Despite the swell of pride, he managed to keep his wolfish grin to himself. If he wanted to keep this going, he’d have to save the gloating for later. Though his cock throbbed, leaking desperately from Alastor’s modesty as his brain finally registered his own painful arousal. Lucifer thought absently that it was a miracle he hadn’t already finished against the sheets.

“You okay, honey?”

Alastor nodded his head, squeezing his eyes shut to hide from Lucifer’s earnestness. Another wave of endearment poured through the angel, coating his veins like syrup as he journeyed up to gently remove the hands from Alastor’s mouth. It wasn’t without resistance though, Alastor stubborn as always to have his way. But Lucifer won in the end, bringing one hand to his mouth with an adoring kiss that made Alastor wriggle, feeling more exposed than ever despite his eyes still being closed. The soothing tone of Lucifer’s amused chuckle mingled in the air with frayed static as he leaned down to place a kiss to Alastor’s hot cheek.

“If you need to we can — ”

“Don’t…,” Alastor interjected, unsteady, “don’t say it. It’s too embarrassing. Just — ah!”

Lucifer provided an interruption of his own, taking advantage of Alastor’s closed eyes to rub his erection through warm slick. His wanton moan of alleviation quickly tarnishing any form of superiority he had managed to gain as Alastor whined below him, eyes flying open from shock. Lucifer rolled his hips again and they cried out in unison, the air between them humid with their desire. A hiss escaped through Lucifer’s teeth as Alastor moved his hips to meet him, and he was now genuinely concerned that he might not even get the chance to enter before the onset of his climax.

But his body had other concerns, overriding the alarm bells in his mind as he ground his cock against Alastor’s folds. Their combined fluids making it all too easy to stimulate their most sensitive parts. Lucifer was writhing, helpless against his instinct to follow through. The luscious heat from that swollen, wet cunt — he wanted to curse and worship himself for using such an effective spell.

He wasn’t the only one enjoying themselves more than expected. Each whine, squeal, and bleat from Alastor goaded Lucifer on. Reinforced by the steady rolling of his hips, craving the friction of Lucifer’s hard length against his sex and lower belly. 

Alastor’s claws dug into the tender flesh of Lucifer’s ribs, mouth open as he panted between moans and sobs, his abdomen quivering from the building tension of pleasure. They were beginning to lose rhythm now, each of them chasing down the relief they needed so desperately.

“Lucifer, please — please, I…!”

“Mm-me too — hah… fuck!”

Lucifer cried out as he felt the first ropes of his release escape him, Alastor’s blissed out face seared into his mind before his vision went white. Somewhere in the fog he could hear Alastor calling his name through heaving breaths as their bodies rode out the high, clumsily rocking against each other until they were twitching from oversensitivity. Lucifer blinked back the haze until his lover came back into view, collapsing on top of him before he kissed every part of Alastor’s face his lips could touch.

It wasn’t until Alastor shuddered that Lucifer realized the salt on his tongue was from tears and not sweat. Lucifer shushed him, pressing a tender kiss to Alastor’s temple as he pet his hair to soothe him.

“If you mention this to anyone, I’ll tear your heart out and eat it in front of the entire city,” Alastor threatened, words muffled as he hid his face in the swoop of Lucifer’s neck; his usual venom reduced to petulance.

Lucifer laughed, the heart in question fluttering as he sank into Alastor’s embrace. “You know… we really need to work on your pillow talk. Lucky for you that I believe in second chances.”

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Breaking News with Killjoy & Tom Trench🎤🎤

Meet my take on Katie Killjoy & Tom Trench! Ngl there’s a lot in the OG(Tom’s colors, Katie’s sharp angles, etc) elements that I implemented into my take!

Going on the idea that Vox most likely not only controls 666 news but probably owns the souls of the workers, or at the very least they follow his brand. Kept the blue and red, made Katie more tuquoise(going on the idea she’s suppose to be a Praying Mantis) with reddish pink to keep with Vox’s brand as he wears blue & red!💙❤️

Gave her brighter colors in contrast to Tom’s darker more muted colors to give off how she’s the more energetic, intense of them while Tom’s calmer and easy to talk to. Also why I gave Katie more sharper shapes while Tom has rounder ones! 🔺🔵

Went for 90’s business woman vibes for Katie and going on the idea that Tom could’ve been a soldier who died by gas attack or atleast something gas related, kept that vibe, giving him combat boots, grayish and darker colors and extra protection. I can totally see him do outside news often! The boots are also good for stomping on bugs!😈

Katie’s wearing Velvette brand pump heels 👠

Made Tom a darker blonde 👱

Added a choker to Katie as not only was it an iconic part of 90’s fashion but to also conceal a potential broken neck mark she often has! Perhaps how she died. CW broken neck

To make her more bug like, also replaced her hair with antennae she styled like hair and have hoops hanging(like Camilla’s plus hoops were popular in the 90’s!).

What do u think? I’d love to know!💖

While personality, they’d be similar, would also act a bit differently too, mainly in terms of their dynamic.

Also done the Hazbins, along with the Vees!🌈📺

[brotherwtf]

nfsw‼️‼️‼️

I saw this on twitter and immediately thought of Buck and Bucky

https://x.com/Xp_400/status/1807441321554014561?t=hXGPhT_u9R_Fk733KKCpOQ&s=19

OH MY GOD ANON YOUR MIND

I think that gif may have awakened smth in me, brain going brrr thinking about Gale and John showering together (biting fist)

a drabble?

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Gale took his showers at night. He liked the ambience of it, the moon's rays seeping in through the window while he bathed in the warm water. He always liked the water extra hot, hot enough to leave his skin blush pink and flushed.

He also took his showers at night so he could walk out and see John sleeping, it's one of the few times he looks truly at peace. Gale, clean and flushed pink, always sits and runs his hands through John's hair and lets his emotions run wild.

It's his nightly routine unless, of course, John decides to join him in the shower. It wasn't often, usually John would doze off whenever Gale started cleaning himself, but sometimes he was just needy.

The warm spray of the shower was interrupted by John sliding in behind Gale. Sometimes Gale would squawk in disapproval and try to shove him out; he desperately tries to actually get himself clean, but he doesn't really care today.

John is standing behind him, not touching or grabbing, clearly trying to show some self control. Gale peeks demurely over his shoulder as he grabs his shampoo and hands it back to John.

"Do it for me?" He purrs, to which John smirks.

He lathers the shampoo in Gale's soft hair, massaging it gently into his scalp and Gales making obnoxious sounds on purpose, exaggerated groans and moans when John massages his head.

One of John's hands moves down from Gale's hair, leaving a sudsy trail down Gale's abdomen and stopping at his waist, squeezing gently. Gale hums quietly in his throat, hand resting on top of Johns.

"You're doing that one purpose," John mutters, leaning his head forward into Gales ear.

The proximity makes Gale's head buzz and he tightens his grip on John's hand.

"Doing what? I'm just trying to shower," Gale sighs and gasps when John forcefully turns him around.

John's lips immediately find Gales and he finds himself sighing into the kiss, hands gripping John's soaked biceps. The shampoo has been rinsed away by the water, but they don't seem to care.

John tilts his head, slotting their lips together so he can move their mouths together easier, working in a sort of dance. Gale sighs into the kiss again, moving a hand from John's arm to tangle into his hair.

John's hands venture to Gale's ass, gripping the soft flesh in his palms and squeezing it. It's soft and wet from the shower, and John finds that he can just grip and massage Gale all day if he could. They both gasp into each other's mouths, Gale falling completely to the mercy of John.

One of his hands runs from Gale's ass back to his waist, gripping tightly before running it up to Gale's neck. He wraps the hand gently around it and pulls Gale somehow deeper into their kiss. His other hand still grips Gales ass, squeezing and massaging it gently.

"Come to bed, Gale, lemme fuck you," John huffs between kisses, and Gale groans at the words.

He pulls away from John for a brief moment and grins at him.

"I still have to get clean, don't I?" Gale smirks, and John huffs a laugh before devouring his lips again.

hooo this one made me 😵‍💫 this was a very delicious ask anon I loved writing this drabble 😈

[reivrze]

Hii!

So maybe crush en- when them and their crush kiss but then their crush gets distant (what it is is that their crush is nervous abt the new feelings ofc) like highschool au. But if you want you can make it like the last one where’s it’s a Niki imagine that’s enemies to lovers idk lol

a/n : i apologize for the wait, i wanted to work on my series so i didn't do many requests but i hope you like this ! also i decided to leave a few of these as a cliff hanger to add suspense hehe 😈 also i didn't really commit to the highschool au thing sorry, but i wanted to make the scenarios vary, and the highschool au is restricting

pairing : crush!enha x gn!reader genre : fluff, angst warning : cursing ( ? ), probably the longest reaction i've ever written, didn't proof read lmao sorry

l. heeseung . ⁺

you guys had kiss during a truth or dare game amongst friends, your friends had been the one that dared you to kiss him as they knew you had the biggest crush on him since first grade. sure this wasn't how you had wanted your first kiss with him to go like but you were sure as hell not going to let this opportunity slip from you.

you had avoided heeseung for the rest of the night, feeling embarrassed from the earlier kiss between you two. you had been scared that if he could talk to you alone for two second that he'd tell you that the kiss was purely platonic and he had just complied because it was a dare.

what you didn't know what that he had been looking for you while you were hiding away from you. you didn't see how his cheeks turned pink the second your lips made contact with his. you didn't catch the way his hands flinched at your proximity, oh how he wanted to pull you closer to him and it killed him to keep his hands to himself. you didn't notice how his eyes saddened when he felt the warmth of your lips leave him. if only you knew all the things you missed.

p. jongseong . ⁺

jay had invited you to the studio, he had been working on a song for past month and wanted you to help him review it. you guys spent the night going over his work, not even noticing how tipsy you were getting from the wine you had been sipping together for over a few hours.

as the alcohol made its way through your veins, you head started feeling dizzy and your lids heavy, feeling tired, you laid your head on jay's shoulder. you looked up from underneath him, staring at his strong jaw, straight nose, beautiful eyes, and his oh-so soft looking lips. not really thinking much of it, your hand made its way to jay's cheek and turning his face down towards you. for once, you took a risk ad you brought his lips down to yours.

jay, not wanting to kiss you while you were intoxicated, pulled you away from him gently. realizing what you had just done, you panicked, profusely apologizing while slurring your words and pushing yourself back up ready to leave. jay didn't want you to ge the wrong message as he quickly stood up, helping you get steady,

"hey hey, love, you don't have to apologize, i want to kiss oyu but i want it to be when you'll remember it, not when you're drunk"

i struggled with that last line of dialogue, it doesn't sound as good as i wished it to be

s. jaeyun . ⁺

jake and you were engrossed in a friendly game of Twister. the colorful mat sprawled out on the floor, and your bodies twisted and contorted in an attempt to follow the game's instructions. laughter filled the room as you struggled to maintain your balance, your limbs tangled.

as the game progressed and trying to keep your balance got increasingly difficult, one misstep caused you to fall down, right on top jake, ultimately making him fall as well. for a moment, time stilled as the realization that your lips were against one another's sank into both of you, you body reacting quickly after, as you lifted your self off him, stammering apology after apology.

jake, however, had a different response, ignoring the words coming out of you as he snaked his hand around your waist, bring you back down, reconnecting your lips.

p. sunghoon . ⁺

you and sunghoon found yourselves in the middle of a heated argument. your voices grew louder, each trying to prove your point. as the tension escalated, you couldn't help but notice sunghoon's lips, mesmerized by their shape and the way they moved when he spoke. it was distracting, to say the least.

lost in your thoughts, your attention wandered from the argument, and without thinking, you leaned forward, capturing sunghoon's lips in an unexpected kiss. time seemed to stand still as your lips met, momentarily silencing the escalating argument. your action caught sunghoon off guard, and he blinked in surprise before quickly reciprocating the kiss, his lips molding with yours.

feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement, you pulled away slightly, your cheeks turning a shade of crimson. but before you could apologize or explain yourself, sunghoon reached out and gently pulled you back in, deepening the kiss. in that moment, he whispered against your lips,

"this does not mean you won the argument."

the unexpected passion of the kiss lingered in the air as you finally broke apart, your eyes locked for a brief moment. both you and sunghoon were left speechless, your argument momentarily forgotten amidst the charged atmosphere. tt was clear that the kiss had stirred something within both of you, a connection that went beyond your disagreement.

k. sunoo . ⁺

the room was filled with tension as sunoo sat on the couch, listening intently to you pouring out your stress and anxiety over your upcoming finals. you could feel the weight of the world on your shoulders, you voice quivering and tears welling up in your eyes. the pressure had become too much, and you couldn't hold it back any longer.

"I just… I don't know what to do anymore," you managed to say between sobs, your vulnerability shining through your words.

sunoo's heart ached seeing you like this, feeling the depth of your pain. without hesitation, he moved closer, his warm presence offering solace. he reached out and gently wiped away your tears with his thumb, offering a comforting smile.

"hey, it's okay," he whispered softly. "you don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you."

as his words washed over you, a mix of emotions swirled within you. the rawness of the moment, coupled with the care he displayed, brought you closer to him. in that instant, you closed the gap between you and pressed your lips against his, seeking solace and connection amidst the chaos.

immediately realizing what you had done, you pulled away abruptly, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and regret. "I'm so sorry," you stammered, your voice barely audible. "I shouldn't have done that.

sunoo's eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and affection. he pulled you back into his embrace, holding you gently but firmly. with a lighthearted tone and a soft chuckle, he reassured you,

"you know, I'll always be here to listen to your worries, no matter how big or small. and as for the kissing part, let's save that for better conditions. maybe when you're not feeling so overwhelmed with finals stress."

y. jungwon . ⁺

you and jungwon found yourselves attending a lively new year's party, surrounded by friends and shimmering decorations. the air was filled with anticipation as the countdown to midnight approached. as the clock's hands neared 12, you couldn't help but steal glances at jungwon. you had been friends for a while, but lately, your feelings had blossomed into something more. your heart raced with nervous excitement, unsure of how jungwon felt.

when the moment finally arrived, the room erupted in cheers, and all eyes turned toward the large clock hanging on the wall. you couldn't resist stealing one last glance at jungwon, your eyes locking just as the clock struck 12.

in that instant, an impulsive surge of courage overcame you. you leaned in and pressed your lips against jungwon's, sharing a brief but electrifying kiss. immediately pulling back, your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me," you stammered.

to your surprise, instead of being taken aback, jungwon burst into a warm laughter. he gently took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, pressing a tender kiss on your knuckles. "what a cute and romantic way to ask me to be your boyfriend," he said, his voice filled with affectionate amusement.

n. riki . ⁺

you and niki had been diligently practicing a beautiful and romantic choreography for the end-of-year showcase. the dance was filled with intricate movements and delicate touches that reflected your deep connection. as the music swelled to its crescendo, you found yourselves in the final position, your bodies intertwined and faces mere inches apart.

lost in the intensity of the moment, your heart raced, overwhelmed by the electric energy between you. without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips against niki's. realizing what had just happened, you quickly pulled away, your face flushed with surprise and embarrassment.

"m-my apologies," you stammered, your voice barely audible as you hastily gathered your things and dashed out of the practice room, desperately needing a moment alone to process the unexpected kiss. but you didn't get far before niki caught up to you, his footsteps echoing behind. gasping for breath, you turned around to face him, your eyes wide with trepidation. before you could utter a single word, niki reached out and gently took hold of your trembling hand.

"hey, you didn't give me time to say something.." he breathed out, slightly amused at the whole situation.

"i wanted to ask you if you'd like to grab coffee sometime? get to know each other outside of dance practice, you know?"

© miyu 2023 - do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarise my work anywhere !

[cradle-of-darkness]

hey!! I have lots of stuff I made for cfco (this thing!) that I really want to share and also just keep in one spot, so here's kind of a cfco """artbook""". LOTS of rambling about my ocs up ahead!!! you have been warned!!!!

old code foretold co-op art under cut ↓

first up is this little thumbnail of a mock up poster/book cover! this was made while cfco lived only in my imagination, before I actually started to seriously consider making it into something tangible. little did I know that I would eventually repurpose this design into the title art 😈

I realized this design wouldn't work vertically if i was gonna make cfco in google slides so I switched some stuff around and boom!!!! more detailed sketch!!!!!

here's a placeholder background I slapped together and used while testing out how I wanted things to look (textbox design, font, color palette, sprites). if you look closely at the background of jay and raziel's infocards you can see I used this for those since I didn't have the actual backgrounds drawn at that point. there were actually some earlier textbox designs with a little icon that was supposed to show the face of whichever character was speaking to make it more clear, but ended up cutting that since i thought it'd be unnecessary extra work for me

here's a thumbnail for what was supposed to be the final slide! I kinda wished I finished this but honestly I kinda forgot about it 😭 plus there wouldn't be a lot of room for the text in this design. I also think it's a little misleading because it implies evelyn is still In The Walls when she is not. she is elsewhere now. hopefully in therapy

some of the first iterations of jay my stupid clown son who I love oh so dearly. oh god where do I even start with him. well for starters these sketches are from OCTOBER!!!!! of LAST YEAR!!!!!! WILD!!!!!!!! anyway as you can see he's pretty different here. I can't talk about his design without saying that from the very beginning he was designed to be a foil to sylvie and I tried to get that across in just about anywhere I could. at first I just thought the idea of an "anti-sylvie" would be cool, but then that idea quickly evolved into a completely separate character.

I picked his epithet, "sunshine", to contrast "drowsy". I didn't wanna go for the exact opposite word to drowsy like "awake" or "energetic", but it got me thinking about night/day parallels and I figured I could do something with that, which made me land on "sunshine"

jay is a clown who dropped out of school and doesn't want to be taken seriously because he's exhausted from the restrictions his family put on him! meanwhile sylvie is a psychologist who graduated early and wants to be taken seriously because he craves respect and validation (possibly out of a lack of respect from his family). parallels!!! I could honestly go on and on about everything in jay's personality that foils sylvie's but I'll just stick to his design because idk if anyone else wants to hear all that 😭

so yeah uh back to his design. his mask used to cover his eyes! I changed it to cover his mouth since sylvie's glasses cover only his eyes, I thought it'd be more fitting if jay's mask covered whatever sylvie's glasses don't cover

he also had a star motif! I felt like this didn't line up with him being sun themed so I scrapped it

lots of jays!!! they're all squished together on one image because tumblr image limit

because his color palette is based off of an inverted version of sylvie's, I already knew I wanted his main colors to be blue, red/pink, black, and brown/bronze. I messed around with this palette a lot before I got it to look ok. there's some earlier versions of his design where he's more pink than red

his design here differs a little from what I ended up sticking with!!!

- the cuffs of his sleeves and his gloves got their colors switched around

- the clown nose on his mask became an actual separate piece instead of just a flat red spot

- the ruffles on his undershirt. gone

- slightly simplified bangs

- no more blue streaks in hair!!! I actually kinda wish I kept these :(

he was actually supposed to be much more outwardly malicious. like one of these characters who does whatever sounds the most fun at the moment regardless of the consequences or their morals. I thought it'd be cool if instead of the usual little shine I give characters on the side of their eyes, jay had a triangle shape towards the top of his eye that looked like a shine, but then when he gets serious and narrows his eyes, it's no longer visible and it makes his eyes look like there's no light in them

I gave him a subtle X motif because I thought it was like the opposite of a swirl. a swirl curls in on itself while an X sticks out sharply in different directions

near the top of the image is an idea for jay's "phoenix design". his powers aren't shown a lot in cfco, but I like to think that after he's defeated in a fight, he can revive himself for a short period of time... like how a phoenix is reborn 😱😱😱😱 anyway this design was supposed to be what he might look like after reviving. it needs some work but I like his hat

the bottom of this image is sketches for his sprites!!!!

and speaking of his sprites...... here's some quick sketches I made for some of his poses!!!!! I wanted his sprites to mirror the poses of some of sylvie's portraits, but with a contrasting emotion. when sylvie's angry he stands up straight and holds his arm out in an accusatory pose. when jay is happy he jolts up and reaches out his arm in delight. when sylvie is proud of himself he leans forward and gestures towards himself. when jay is nervous he jerks to one side and brings his hand to his collar out of uncertainty. can you tell how much I wanted jay to parallel sylvie

by the way while I'm on the topic I think it's worth mentioning: jay and sylvie are...... kinda maybe sorta oc x canon......... (LOUD BOOING SFX) I wrote them as friends and that's how they'll stay but I really love them together and I like imagining, in a scenario where they're both in better places mentally, they're in a qpr. ok. so what. sue me.

moving on from jay, here's one of raziel's first designs all the way from december of last year!!!! this was around when I started to roughly construct the plot of cfco in my brain. i really like how he looks here but I had to leave behind some elements of this design to prevent it from feeling too cluttered and to make them easier to redraw multiple times for their sprites. the design of their sleeves was actually based on a jacket I saw around this time that I thought looked cool

and finally here's evelyn! the first image is one of my first drawings of her along with an idea for what she would've looked like in the past. then the second is a sketch of her portrait compared to the final one. there's actually a lot I want to say about her and by extension cfco as a whole

in my head, cfco was a lot different. it just existed as little collections of scenes I would imagine that I thought I could string together and form a cohesive story out of. these little scenes started to evolve and become more complex, which made me realize I would not be able to make them into anything in that state.

cfco was going to have a much deeper plot centered around evelyn discovering a secret about how epithets function. this secret would have been a lot for one person to handle and being burdened with this knowledge would have caused her a great deal of stress, so she made a nearly impossible game which would reveal this secret to whoever wins it so that someone else can share this burden. I realized while writing the draft of cfco that at my current writing ability, I wouldn't be able to pull a story like this off, and also that whatever I made this secret would probably end up being not possible in the world of ee as more lore gets revealed, so I switched some stuff around and now it's not about that anymore, but I think a consequence of that was now the plot feels a little rushed and unpolished 😭 oh well

the mark on her chest was also originally a scar from something related to this version of the story. I wanted to keep that part of her design even though it's not a scar in the current version of her character, so it's a birthmark now

I thought the themes of "forbidden knowledge" accompanied by vague religious imagery were cool for the original idea and I had integrated these themes into the characters and story so much by that point that it'd be a waste to turn it back around so I figured I should just keep them in even if it makes less sense

raziel is very angel themed! the straps on the back of their jacket are supposed to look like angel wings. the circles all over their outfit is supposed to give the feeling of halos, or the many eyes of a seraphim. evelyn has a pomegranate shaped necklace and her hair is supposed to be shaped like a pomegranate. her surname even used to be plague-odd, pun on "play god" (which I ended up changing to a similar sounding name). raziel and evelyn also have angel numbers associated with them. raziel's is 111 (intuition) and it's present in his birthday, while evelyn's is 444 (protection) and is present in her age and birthday

that's about it!!! if you read this far thank you so much 🙏 even though it's not very good, I'm glad I made cfco after spending so long being scared to write something and share it online. not to be that guy who wants people to ask him about his ocs but if u wanna know anything else about these guys 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 u can ask 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I love talking about them (especially jay. if you couldn't already tell he's the favorite child)

by the way here's all of jay and raziel's sprites. the links should hopefully work????

jay

raziel

[biteofcherry]

Hi Eva! I’d like to enter the babe lottery! Figured I’d throw my own wild card out there with Lloyd😈 (I’m so sorry to my poor baby loml Jakey🥺)

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"Oh god, what's wrong with me?" You groaned, closing your eyes and resting your head against the wall.

"I don't think there's something wrong with you per se," your friend coughed to mask her laugh, "but with your pussy surely."

You opened your eyes to glare at her. She was a good friend, but also terribly delighted with your misadventures and suffering. Though you understood why she had such a blast at the moment, since you it was ridiculous even in your own eyes.

The company retreat was an eye-rolling concept in itself, especially considering that you were a private security company, often dabbing in blackops. You weren't working for some insurance firm, or pharmaceutical one that allowed their employees to act like college students on spring break.

But it since it was happening you kept close to your little IT team, feeling most comfortable around them and knowing that you all will stray away from the wild parties and stupid actions others could start.

You had your own silly antics, ones especially initiated by Jake. Who was a sweetheart and you suspected he had a crush on you (half of the team often gave you pointed looks about that).

Then, unexpectedly, your resolution to have your introverted kind of fun crumbled to pieces. Because Lloyd Hansen approached you.

With that playful smirk under his mustache, he goaded you to join his team for the party at the top floor of the hotel. You'd probably refuse, if it was anyone else inviting you.

The problem was that you wanted Lloyd to fuck your brains out six ways to Sunday.

He wasn't a man you should ever be interested in. He was a known psychopath, egoistic narcissist, lethal and brutal in his ways. He was also tall and built like sin, with the perkiest ass and hands you dreamed of having on your body.

It wasn't your reason that made you agree. Not even suddenly found want to party with the rowdy crowd.

It was your horny pussy that hoped to get railed by him at least once.

Not entirely void of wariness, you dragged your friend along with you. When you entered the top floor, the party seemed to stretch not only through the all-windows restaurant, but also corridors leading to two presidential suits.

You laughed at your friend when she squealed at the sight of the chocolate fountain. She ran straight for it. You were about to follow, sending nods of acknowledgement and smiles toward familiar faces from the other departments.

Before you reached your friend, however, a body blocked your way. Your gaze lingered on a wide chest then slowly dragged upwards, to the handsome face with a glow of sinister glee.

"I'm so glad you made it, Pumpkin." Lloyd grinned. "Here you go-" he thrust a glass of pink drink into your hand- "Hope you like raspberry flavor."

"Umm," you bit your lip nervously, using both hands to hold the delicate glass.

"It's just to help you relax a bit," Lloyd nudged you to the side, steering you away from the line of two loudly laughing men.

With a tentative smile, you brushed your lips against the rim and took a sip of the drink. It really tasted of raspberries. And quite a lot of gin.

Lloyd smiled at you and with a hand pressed to the small of your back, he guided you down the corridor, away from the masses.

"I'm not that stressed," you told him. "I'm just not much of a drinker."

"That's okay. One is enough. We won't force you to drink more." His words sounded reassuring, taking off some of the pressure, but there was something about his choice of words that seemed unsettling.

Then Lloyd pushed you forward still, standing right behind you and pressing his chest against your back. Heat ignited in your body at the contact, melting away a tiny voice of worry that you were somewhat trapped.

"Hey, Pronge!" Lloyd called out as he opened the door of the suite. "Come taste this sweetest Pumpkin."