#I like the layers and I like the short hair

[heartfullofleeches]

"If I don't jerk off in the next twenty four hours my dick is going to explode."

Legs laid bare upon a throne of pillows, the cuff legs of your tight shorts amplifies the volume of your rear as taunting laughter floods your partners bedroom.

"Oooo, seven days in and you're already throwing in the towel, V?"

Hands sorting through his hair, fingers tugging at the roots - V kneels at the end of his bed as they moan in frustration. "This would be ten times easier if you weren't laying in my bed with your ass cheeks hanging out the backside of your shorts! How the fuck am I not suppose to stroke my shit for a month like this!"

"Hey." Rolling onto your backside, you meticulously drag one knee over the other; shirt rolling up your midsection as you stretch out across the mattress.

"You agreed to the terms and conditions. Not me. Neither you or I pay for the heating so I'm perfectly fine shedding a few layers while I'm here. It's so warm in here I might take off even more."

The throbbing in his jeans at those few little words makes V want to cry. The passage of time never meant alot to them, but this cursed month has got to be the longest he's ever endured. Haunted by their thirst for your flesh, the end goals ring clear in his mind.

Cat ears. Maid dresses. Cheerleader uniforms. Cuddle sex. All that and more if they win this stupid bet.

"If you do that I will literally throw myself out that fucking window. December first I want you on your hands and knees the second midnight hits."

"Them's were the rules, V. It's up to you if you can last."

[o-batll3]

hands - a.putellas x reader

warnings : none !

summary : alexia and reader are in a relationship hidden from the media. reader is a famous singer and asks alexia to have a small feature in the music video of her worldwide hit.

you were sat in your studio with your management team , discussing options for your latest hit ‘i’m yours’. the song had gone insanely viral, reaching number one across the world.

‘what ideas do you have for your music video’ your manager asks.

‘i want someone in it’ you say, picturing the scene in your head.

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you had shot all of the scenes you needed in the music video except from one clip that would be split into two and repeated throughout the music video. the rest of the clips consisted of clips of your bare back in the shower, hands raking through your hair, as well as clips of you lip syncing in a pool in the nighttime. it was needless to say that the song was a suggestive song, and you knew as soon as your team started discussing a music video that you wanted her in it.

— —

you had been spotted at one barcelona women’s game, dressed in a barcelona shirt with a puffer coat on top layered with a scarf, no one knew what was on the back of your shirt.

your appearance at the game had been out of nowhere and fans were slightly confused why your were there, since you were born and lived in england.

— —

‘ale i want you in my music video’ you say, straight up. as soon as you say it you are terrified for the reaction of your girlfriend.

alexia slightly raises her eyebrows, your stomach is slightly uneasy.

‘you want me in your music video?’ she repeats back as you nod.

‘i need your hand to be in it, nothing else, just your hand.’ you day, watching her face shift with curiosity.

‘what will i be doing with my hand?’ she says, unsure of what to say.

‘i’ll show you the inspiration.’ you say, swiping through your phone to a video you had seen which had sparked an interest in you.

alexia furrowed her eyebrows as she watches the video.

it was a short clip.

just a hand moving lightly up a neck, with the collarbone visible.

‘si, i will do it.’ she says, smiling as she sees your eyes light up with happiness as you hug her.

you knew that alexia was not quite ready to fully announce their relationship, but the both of you had been having discussions of how to make subtle hints and hidden messages in posts, and this was one of the most perfect ways to do it.

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pretend there are rings xx

yourinstauser : go watch my newest music video for my latest hit im yours! 🖤

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y/nfanpage - IM IN LOVEEE

mrsy/l/n - damn i have this playing on REPEAT

alexiaputellas - me encanta

marialeon16 - where was my invite?

reply | yourinstauser - sorry 😞 |

wosooy/n - a woso and y/n linkup?? my worlds colliding?? what is happening

lareinaaaa16 - am i going insane or is that alexia’s hand…

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you smiled into alexia’s neck as you lay on the bed on top of her whilst scrolling through social media.

alexia made a weird grunting noise, making you laugh.

‘are you okay?’ you ask, lifting your head up so you can see her face.

‘how do they know it is my hand amor?’ she said, frowning.

you tilted you head to the side, picking up her hand and pressing a gentle kiss to it.

‘i don’t know baby.’ you say, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as she lets her head flop forward into your chest.

she then place a kiss on your neck.

‘te amo’

‘i love you too ale’

[star2fishmeg]

luke definitely HATES winter bc he can never see the tat/it’s not flaunted as much as in summer so he gets all pouty and makes you show him it whenever he can

Luke's pouting in the winter, all the time. Watching you wear cosy sweatpants and his hoodies around his apartment, sticking his bottom lip out at you dramatically in the hope you'll put shorts on instead, claiming that he'll keep you warm. He's doing anything to get his warmer hands over you to prove his point and get you to let him take a peek. Hugging you from behind in the kitchen, arms starting around your waist and he's placing kisses to your hair, temple, and cheek in the hope it'll distract you from his thumbs hooking over the waistband of your sweats and panties, like sending some sort of permission signal to you without admitting his true intentions.

"Luuu, what're you doing?" you ask him as if you don't know, smiling at his little giggle. "Pleeeaase, baby. Just a peek, one peek and I'll be good."

He's turning the heating up at night, enough that you have to strip from the layers and join him in underwear. Then he'll pull you on top of his lap, let your hands run over his abs and smirk to himself when his hands find your hips, thumb smoothing over your tattoo he's endearingly proud of. Even though it's dark, he still sees the ink perfectly, unable to take his eyes off the '43' he loves so much. Other times he'll manhandle you onto your back, clambering on top of you just to tenderly kiss you and adjust your panties, enough that the tattoo isn't covered. He'll rest his head on your chest, his hand on your hip and thumb caressing over the numbers happily.

"You turned the heating up again...didn't you?" you're trying hard not to smile at him, but his eyes soften whenever he gets excited. "Noooo~ why would I do that?" he playfully chimes, snuggling into your breasts.

Your Luke is a huge lover of showers when it's cold, if he can't see the ink during the day anymore, he can at least see it at night. He'll link his little finger with yours with a boyish smile and pull you into his steamed-up bathroom, where the invitation is loud and clear. Languid and deep, open-mouthed kisses, pouting when you pull away to breathe but he's trailing his lips down your neck and chest, gradually sinking to his knees and groaning when your fingers slick his curls over his forehead. His hands gripping your thighs and he's pressing little kisses over the tattoo on your bikini line, mumbling into your skin with his eyes closed, voice low and vibrating through his chest that tickles up your nerves. Your stomach flutters as his lips move, he's terribly close to between your thighs but deep down you know he's too fascinated by your tattoo of his number and adores people knowing he's yours.

"So pretty, baby," he murmurs, glossy eyes peering up at you, "love this tat so fuckin' much." "Mhm, like being mine, don't you?"

[celestialtarot11]

Hi! What hair color would you associate with each zodiac signs? 💜

Anon omg this is fun! But I would like to say not every aries or gemini will have these hair types as listed. There’s so many different textures. I suppose this is more so my imagination:) Again this is just my visuals and opinion! You can add if you’d like.

Aries—Strikingly dark, jet black hair. Or curly afro, defined and juicy, voluminous!

Leo—Golden vivacious waves, soft and silky like melting honey. Or long coily hair, tightly formed like ringlets! Messy and brushed through.

Sagittarius—Tight slicked back hairstyles. Exposing their unique features. High buns, claw clips with a marble style for that chic look.

Libra—Goddess waves. Silky long and smooth. Or beautiful mermaid waves in their hair with beads and shimmery glitter.

Aquarius—Beautifully dyed hair, always changing their style! Beautiful tight coils, voluminous. Messy, brushed through. Bedhead kind of style.

Gemini—Light brown hair, soft and silky. Feels like water when you try and run your hands through it. Boho braids in their hair, wispy strands left out.

Pisces—I just see pisces with a short little bob lol. It’s sleek, defined, and moves with grace. Shows their facial features a lot. Silvery beautiful hair. Add some curly texture and it looks as though they went dipping into the water

Scorpio—Bombshell blowout, hair either very light or dark. Platinum blonde or the blackest black. Plays with extremes :)

Cancer—Layered haircuts. May prefer to keep their natural hair color. If they have black hair they will dye it black. Just for the effect. Long, wispy and defined ends :)

Taurus—Dark chocolate brown. Looks silky and thick. Glides heavenly. Or short layered cut to frame their face, curls are defined and juicy.

Capricorn—Sleek and bone straight. Dark, raven like hair. Their hair may be tied back in buns often, keeping it out the way. Leaves some strands of their curls out, no more.

Virgo—Long hair. So much they don’t know what to do with it. Strawberry blonde hair :) they love to experiment with leaving it down and blown out, or natural.

[azriona]

Coffee Thievery

Pre-Bucky/Reader, ~500 words, Rated Gen (it's a meet-cute, guys, keep your clothes on). Set in the Not a Fairy Tale Kiss 'verse but not necessary to read that to enjoy this very fluffy ficlet. Today is Election Day and I wanted to give you a little bit of fluff on what is sure to be a stressful day. Please remember to vote if you're eligible and take care of yourselves! No coffee was harmed or spilled in the making of this ficlet.

Summary: It is a perfectly normal morning in Avengers Tower, and you are on a perfectly normal mission to steal Clint’s coffee, when a complication turns up at the breakfast table.

Read it on AO3 or just read it here!

The op is going perfectly when you realize you’ve been made.

It’s not your fault. Everything had been going exactly to plan: Clint’s coffee is sitting on the table, exactly where he always puts it. He’s forgotten the sugar – again, it’s a very reliable failing – and it’s not on the table like it usually is because you made sure of that as soon as you’d gotten back from the mission the night before.

So Clint’s digging in the deep well that is the pantry, trying to find the sugar, and you’re sneaking around the side like Indiana Jones, and that’s when you realize that it’s not just Clint in the pantry and Natasha on the couches reading her book.

It’s also the guy sitting at the other end of the table, holding his own mug of something and frowning at you like he’s about to blow your cover.

He’s cute, especially with his nose wrinkled like that, all frowny-faced. His hair’s dark brown and tucked behind his ears, like he normally wears it short but has missed a haircut or three, and you can tell even from here that his eyes are the bluest blue to ever blue. He’s wearing layers of soft cotton shirts and a strange shiny glove on one hand and he’s so clean-shaven you can see the slightly reddened skin, as if it’s been a while and he couldn’t wait another minute.

A little disappointing; a bit of stubble would probably look good on him. Contemplating how he would look more disheveled is probably why you’re distracted from your goal long enough to let him open his mouth, like he’s about to announce your presence.

You quickly start motioning to him Stop stop stop! Shut up shut up shut up! Slashing at your throat, one finger over your mouth, mouthing no no no, the works.

He stares at you, still incredulous, mouth open, before turning to look at Natasha.

Natasha looks up, looks at you, looks at Mysterious But Adorable, shrugs, and turns a page in her book.

MBA just looks back at you, still incredulous, but you grin and ease forward to slowly remove your goal from the table.

You’re already at the door to the stairwell for your exit when you hear Clint talking.

“We need to order more—fuck. Barnes! I thought you were watching my coffee!”

“I was,” says MBA – Barnes, apparently.

Barnes. Oh. It clicks.

“You were.”

“Yeah, I watched it as someone came in here, took it, and left again.”

“You…” Clint’s sputtering now.

“She went to the elevators,” offers Barnes helpfully, “if you want to try to catch her.”

“That little minx, I’m gonna—”

The door to the stairwell (conveniently on the other side of the floor from the elevators) closes quietly behind you so you can’t hear the rest of the exchange.

Which is really kind of too bad, because if that was James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, fabled war hero, Captain America’s best friend, and just-returned-last-night-from-that-mission-no-one’s-telling-you-about, then he totally had your six and you kinda want to thank him.

(With your tongue. No no, bad thought, put that away, the guy was a brainwashed assassin for decades, you are absolutely Not Allowed to think about a teammate like that, nopity nope.)

(Well. Maybe once would be okay.)

It’s gonna be a great day, you think cheerfully, as you take a sip of Clint’s coffee and head down to Tony’s lab.

Read the rest of the series on AO3.

[starlight-archer]

dbda fic request- the boys meet death after becoming the lost and founds freelancers and find out they're her favorite coworkers even if they're just now meeting 💕 thank you!

Hi! I love this idea, it's so sweet and I loved writing it! I hope you enjoy what I came up with for it!

Charles and Edwin have been officially sanctioned as an extension of the Lost and Found Department for around six months. Things had been going well, they were on top of cases, Crystal had been helping Niko with the paperwork for the Night Nurse whenever she wasn't needed on cases.

It was good.

As it so happened, they had just successfully finished up another case. Getting the ghost of a particularly dextrous and determined octopus out of the London Aquarium. In the end, it had been fairly happy to be taken to the end of the Thames that fed into the ocean. They had managed to help the ghost of the aquarium worker who brought the case to them move on while they were at it.

Everyone happy. Job officially jobbed.

"That one felt good, didn't it, mate?" Charles grinned as he looked to the side, at Edwin, hands triumphantly placed on his hips.

"It certainly was rewarding, I must agree." Edwin replied, his own small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "Though admittedly I could have done without the octopus trying to eat my notebook."

The highly put upon way that he said those words had Charles breaking into a short but full-bodied laugh as he clapped Edwin on the shoulder.

"Bloody hell, I don't think I'll ever forget that look on your face." Charles wheezed and pretended to wipe a tear from his eye.

"Please. There is no need for such theatrics." Edwin rolled his eyes, all in good humour. "It was worth it in the end."

Charles took a breath and straightened up, still smiling broadly as he looked out at the edge of the river. "Always is, isn't it?"

"Right you are. I would not change this for anything."

"Me neither."

They stood together for a while, side by side. The sun was setting just over the horizon, though it would soon disappear beyond a line of flats and skyscrapers. There was a tinge of orange and pink melting into the pale blue that peeked out from between clouds.

The wind gently moved the branches of the few potted trees that grew from between grey paving slabs.

Briefly, they both thought about the past, about life and about afterlife, about how a breeze like that once felt against their skin. What would it be like now, to close their eyes and lean into the wind and feel it in their hair?

It didn't really matter in the end.

Nothing beat the feeling of freedom that came from simply being as they were, side by side, solving cases, helping people. They had Crystal and Niko, and the Night Nurse, maybe even more people than that if they went outside of the agency. Most importantly though, they had each other. They always would.

They were about to consider heading away to look for a mirror to get back to the agency, when something made them pause. A presence seemed to appear behind them under the weighted sound of swooping wings.

A warmth spread over them, like the sun warming their backs through layers of clothing.

Perhaps there could have been a spike of anxiety when they both realised in quick succession, that the presence was of Death herself; Death Of The Endless.

"Good evening, Detectives." she greeted, voice warm and comforting.

Slowly, they both turned to greet her in turn.

"It is, rather." Edwin agreed, much more calmly than he would have ever anticipated himself capable of under such circumstances.

"Can we help you?" Charles asked, a little nervous, a little in awe.

"You have been helping me a great deal already." she smiled with more kindness than either of them had seen from a stranger in either of their lifetimes.

But then, she wasn't really a stranger, was she? No. She was more like an old friend, if either of them truly thought about it.

"Actually, that's part of why I'm here." she continued. "Your probationary period is over. It was more of a formality than anything, but I thought it'd be nice to come and tell you myself," she smiled, obviously just having come from gathering their Aquarium worker. "Congratulations and welcome to the Afterlife Department."

"...probationary period?" Edwin echoed in mild confusion. He hadn't been aware of any such thing.

"As I said, detective. Just a formality. I've been watching the two of you for a very long time. I admire you, actually."

"Hang on a tick. You... admire us?" Charles frowned a bit, in confusion. He had never expected their first conversation with Death to go quite in this direction.

"How could I not?" she replied. "You two are my favourites. You help lost souls, solve cases that no one else can solve. So many of those people would have wondered forever if not for your help. I couldn't be prouder to have you officially on board."

"So... You will not force us to move on? You won't be separating us?" Edwin questioned, undeniably afraid of the answer.

"Of course not." she almost laughed. "Much of the afterlife is left a mystery even for Afterlife employees, and so I can't say much, but I don't think either of you would consider anything but this, to be an ideal eternity." she gave them both a look that told them she knew it to be true, with absolute certainty.

"I..." Edwin had a burning question, but he wasn't sure he could ask it.

She understood him anyway.

"You're not going back to Hell, Edwin. You never should have been there in the first place. Besides, I think you've more than earned the afterlife you deserve." It was the one that he already had.

Edwin could have wept with the relief (and truthfully, so could Charles).

"Mate!" Charles exclaimed. "That's brills! That means you and me can stay together, yeah? Carry on doing what we do best." he beamed so brightly and with so much joy that it was almost like looking at the sun.

And how could Edwin not match his enthusiasm? He beamed right back, like the moon reflecting that same light.

Neither of the boys could quite put their finger on what compelled them to hug Death in that moment. Perhaps it had been the relief, or the joy, or the safety of it. Perhaps it was all of those things.

And, perhaps they had always been embracing death, from the moment they stepped into each other's lives.

This time though, Death embraced them back, and it felt like home. It felt like protection.

It was that devotion and love that endeared them so much to Death. She couldn't help but root for them to succeed. They understood better than most, that death was a part of life, just as much as the living.

They really were her favourite coworkers.

[rosepetalkitty]

okokok so uh. i did it lmao. affini oc has been created. she's gonna get a sideblog eventually but for now here she is

rosalia _____, first bloom (haven't fully worked out name)

she's an affini with a few florets (responsible for the stickers all over her face, she hasn't had the heart to remove them yet)

she's also a floret herself, to another affini who she affectionately refers to as Miss (who gave her the ribbon she wears around her neck, and who i definitely totally have come up with an actual name for-)

Miss was originally just trying to teach her to domesticate sophonts, but one thing led to another and rosalia got florted. everyone in this scenario is satisfied with how it turned out~

rosalia is still learning about domestication and frequently helps Miss tame new florets as practice. she's pretty good at it, all things considered, but definitely has a lot to learn

her biorhythm is synced to that of Miss, so generally her florets listen pretty well to Miss too

unlike the usual needle-like retractable thorns that affini have, rosalia's thorns are more hook-like (like rose thorns) and don't retract enough to be hidden, only enough to prevent harm. she's terrified of the idea of hurting her florets by accident. she does have needles at the ends of her "arms" but otherwise mostly hooks

she has a layer of fuzzy "hairs" over her skin (like a nettle) that sting those who touch her — for most people it's not very painful, just a mild burning sensation, and the toxin happens to be a weak class a that makes the affected area get really warm after a few minutes, so generally the result is just that a hug from rosalia will leave you warm and tingly for a while

her natural eye and flower color is a deep crimson, but because of the class c's and j's that Miss keeps her on her eyes tend to be closer to a magenta or even pink tone. Miss thinks this is adorable.

she's pretty short for an affini, only around 6'8

so uh yeah! she exists now! look at that! like i said, she'll get a sideblog when i decide on her full name, which i am open to suggestions about. and if it wasn't clear already, she's based on the order rosales, containing (among others) the rose and nettle families.

[sunnystaytiny2018]

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Ateez Fanfiction

Demon Seonghwa x Fem Reader

Smut

First Person POV

(Requests are opened as well if anyone wants to give me ideas)

Top!Seonghwa, female reader, Somnophilia, multiple orgasms, pussy eating, face riding, dick pounding, femboy!Seonghwa, femboy, Demon dick, choking, marking, succubus sex, stranger sex, breeding kink, pet names (angel, sweetheart, baby), supernatural sex, smut

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I felt stupid. Standing here staring at the damn pentagon I had made with ash from my parent's fireplace. Red and Black candles flickering through the basement that I was currently in.

How could I have actually gone through all of this? For what? To get laid?I looked down at the spell again in the book. I had been practicing the pronunciation for weeks and I still failed. I tried chanting again to no avail. Everything was still. No magical dark wind, no candles blowing out, and certainly not a demon appearing.

I sighed and threw the book back on my shelf. I knew it wouldn't work. But not even some creepy shit happening? Something to get my heart racing? Nothing. The candles suddenly flicker for a moment and spun around instantly to see if someone had appeared. But to no avail, nobody, no, something wasn't there.

I sighed as I headed upstairs for dinner and have to try to act like I didn't just try to summon a demon in my parents' basement. The basement was like a little apartment studio for me.

I came back down after dinner and immediately prepared for bed. I was too disappointed to even look at the pentagram. I got into my red silk shorts and top set that I had gotten for Christmas on. I switched the fan on and then cuddled down comfortably into my comforter.

I woke up to the sound of rustling. My blanket had now been tossed to the floor. I was told by many I thrashed a lot in my sleep. My legs were propped up with my feet on the bed. I groaned tiredly and went to shut my legs but something stopped my legs. I'm blinked in confusion until a moan rippled from my lips as a solid and broad stroke ran across my pussy and clit.

This was when I noticed my thighs were bruised and quivering, thrown over the male that was licking my pussy like it was the best ice cream he wanted to savor. My body covered in a sheen layer of sweat. All I could see of him was his long black hair and his hands that were now holding my thighs. I let out another moan as he delved his tongue deeper and towards my clenching pussy entrance.

"Who.. who are you?" I moaned and that's when I got a slight peek of his face as he lifted his head slightly to look at me. His eyes glinted dangerously, a dark storm that took my breath away.

"You don't even recognize the demon you summoned?" He asked as I heard the sound of him slurping my juices off his lips.

"N-No way..."

"Sorry, I was late, Mortal." He said as he sat up to his full height looking down at my soaked cunt. He spit on his hand and rubbed my clit as he bit his lower lip. I quivered as I saw his full appearance. He was hot and beautiful at the same time. His dark long hair to his nape, a crop top giving me a full view of his beautifully sculpted slutty waist and abs, and finally, a demon skirt hugging his hips.

I had never been much into Fem boys but boy, did this demon know how to pull it off. It almost made me feral. I almost wanted reverse rolls and show him how good I could dominate him. You let out a yelp as he smacked my wet pussy. I let out a quick and short yelp.

"You're so responsive, and a heavy sleeper..." He said as he leaned down and gave your pussy lips another stroke with his tongue, his eyes rolling back as if it was the tastiest thing in the whole universe. "You know you came twice before waking up?" He asked as he lazily stroked two fingers along my pussy lips. My clit was swollen and sensitive, telling me he wasn't lying.

"So you've just been... Eating me out while I was asleep?"

"Well, sweetheart. I was summoned for a reason. you being asleep wasn't about to stop me. Besides, you were enjoying it. The way you were squirming and moaning..." He let out a groan as his head fell back thinking about it. "You're so responsive when you are asleep.. I can't wait to see how responsive you are awake." He purred as he lowered his mouth back to my pussy. I was going to protest until his tongue pushed past my folds and inside my pussy. I let out a loud and startled gasp, my hand flying to my mouth.

My back arched in response. He once again held my thighs over his shoulders as he started eating me. His tongue and teeth are doing everything just right to pleasure me. My mouth was slackened open as I moaned and whimpered into my hand. One hand went to my clit and one went to grope at one of my thighs. I let out whimpers as my thighs were sensitive. My friends would always get startled when I panicked at them setting their hand on my thighs. My thighs were sensitive and a big turn on for me and it seemed like he knew that from how much my thighs had been marked up by his mouth and the way he was squeezing it now.

That wasn't the only thing clenching...

I panted and moaned as his tongue pleased me in an intense way. But I wanted more, I needed more. I wanted it harder. I wanted it faster. I needed it. I struggled to sit up as pleasure rushed over me in waves with each stroke of his tongue. He didn't seem to care why I was moving. I used the position to my advantage and used my legs and thighs to throw him onto his back with his face buried in my pussy.

"Oh fuck yes." He muffled against my pussy and began to eat it ravenously. It quickly took my breath away and I shook above his face for a moment before I settled all the way down and began to jerk my hips. He let out groans into my dripping pussy as I began to ride his face. Sliding my pussy up and down along his mouth and tongue. My thighs were burning and cramping as he encouraged me to ride his face. He tried to bury his face deeper and deeper in my hungry pussy. My moans came faster and became higher pitched as a new orgasm arrived quickly.

"Fuck! Just like that! Fuck yes~" I mewled as my pussy clamped down and his finger continued working my clit. I gave my hips soft jerks as I rode out my high, which he seemed more than happy to give me. Soon enough, I was flipped onto my back once more. His eyes weren't the only thing gleaming now that his face was covered in my pussy juices, which he licked.

"Fuck, that's even better than I imagined. I might come visit you often, Mortal." He purred as he kneaded my hips. "I've never seen one react so sexily like you.." I let out a whimper.

"You get summoned for this often?" I questioned and he grinned wickedly as he pushed down his skirt and revealed a dick you had never seen before. It was similar to a human dick but it had ridges, it almost seemed like it was made for giving more pleasure for fucking.

"Pretty, isn't it Sweetheart? And to answer your question... Yes. I'm a succubus." He purred as he let a hand travel over your breasts and down to give your pussy another stroke, as if to make sure I was still drenched. It was huge and standing erect with its ridges and swollen head. A throb of something in my chest made me feel strange. What was it? I didn't like the idea that he had been with others? Why am I feeling this way? He's just a demon I summoned to fuck me. That's it. A relationship or feelings was not in the terms.

I grabbed his hips as I panted, looking up at him. My eyes traveled from head to toe. I couldn't help but feel my pussy clench at the idea of fucking me with abandon in that denim skirt he was wearing. The idea was so painfully delicious, making me almost cum on the spot.

"I want you to fuck me with this skirt of yours still on.." I said as I pulled the skirt by its waistband and back in his slender waist, the skirt unable to hide the big hard erection he had raging underneath the fabric. A smirk slowly spread across his face as he pulled his skirt up to reveal his pretty dick once more. It was weird using the word 'pretty' for a dick but it was the only word that made sense. He pushed his hands from your hips, to your abdomen, to your breasts and finally settled on your neck. He softly wrapped a hand around it, firm but almost comforting.

I looked up at him and pressed my lips together as he gave himself a couple strokes despite already being hard. Using his thumb and hand to spread the precum along his dick. The lewd sound of his hand squeezing the sensitive flesh as his hand around my neck slowly increased in pressure. His head fell backwards as groans escaped his mouth.

"Shit, I can barely control myself.." He grunted as he gave himself another jerk. "I've never not been able to control myself.." He said before giving a growl and hiking my legs on his shoulders and lining up with my pussy entrance. I let out a low moan as he slowly pushed his swollen head in. My back arched off the bed from the pleasurable burn as he stretched me wide.

"Oh my God....!" I moaned out as he slowly sank into me, stretching me wider and wider with his ridged dick. The pain was immense, my vision blurring and seeing the searing white. But this feeling, this pleasure, this feeling was too much. It felt wrong yet right. There could even be a possibility of this man not being a demon at all and actually someone who broke in and decided to take advantage of me. And right now, I didn't really care. In fact the idea made my pussy clench. He smirks as he feels my tight pussy clench tighter. He leaned closer, his breath fanning over my face in a sexy way. His breath smelt like bubble gum and mint.

How odd.

"What are you thinking about that's getting you more worked up, Sweetheart?" He asked as he gave me a small thrust. I sucked in a breath. I didn't want to tell him, then I would really seem crazy. I remained silent and his grin only grew wider. "Oh, I see. It was something really dirty, huh?" He asked, his hips started to move, picking up pace as if the idea was making him hornier. "Something real nasty. What is it, huh? Tell me. Tell me, Sweetheart." He said desperately as he caressed my face, tucking hair behind my ear while pounding into me, making me lose my breath every time.

"I-" I gasped, I couldn't say it. The words were caught in my throat. I shook my head with a flush and Seonghwa only seemed even more fueled. He continued his thrusts and reached a hand between us to rub my clit. A whimper escaped my lips as his fingers collided with my clit.

"Come on, Baby. Tell me what it is. It must be sinfully delicious to make you clench me so tight. Fuck, you're going to break it in half." He panted as he looked down between us. Watching his dick push in and out without any resistance. The squelching sound loud in the basement. He watched it with a pervert grin and his ridges seemed to get even harder. "Tell me."

"I was just thinking-" I gasped, "that you could easily be an intruder and not actually a demon sinfully good at pleasuring someone." He grinned widely as he began to pound into me harder making me get closer and closer to cumming.

"Does that turn you on? That I could easily be a stranger that broke in and saw a sexy curvy beauty asleep in her innocent yet sexy pj's. I just wanted a taste." He whispers seductively in my ear and a shiver runs through my body. "You just looked so delicious. A little piece... Of heaven. Come on, Angel. Cum for me. Come on, Sweetheart." My body trembled as it tensed painfully before exploding pleasure through my body as I clamped on his big dick. "That really turns you on huh? Fuck. You're kinky." He said jerking his hips up into me.

I couldn't respond as my mouth laid slack as my body spasmed. Jerking and twitching as he kept pushing into me until he finally cummed inside me.

"Fuck yeah, baby. Take it all. Take it and get fucking pregnant, Sweetheart." He grunted as he continued to pump into me. My mind was fuzzy and my body was nothing but melted goo for his handling.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.." I panted as he fucked my overstimulated pussy, pushing me quickly to another orgasm. I quickly took control once more, wanting it my own way now. I pulled his head by his hair and began to kiss and suck on his neck. He let out a hum in approval. I let my hands travel, going and cupping his ass through the denim skirt. He let out an approving growl at the way I was touching him and kissing his neck.

"I like when a woman takes control." He grinned in a sexy way and bit his lower lip. I started to ride his dick with moans and he groaned in response. Soon enough he was helping me slam myself down on him. He made me orgasm after orgasm, until I passed out from exhaustion. And when I woke up, the pentagram had been broken and my mysterious lover gone.

[medicalunprofessional]

never change, man !

[torawro]

y’all . . . . . .

[dillwonder]

Moulin rouge AU because I saw someone else do it with steddie and I was like FUCK I WANTED TO DO THIS LIKE 6 MONTHS AGO SHIT

Bonus Jason as the duke

[ladyelainehilfur]

ooh my boy looks freshhh ✨

[call-me-pup2]

Loving the short dark hair ^_^

Thank you 😋🖤

Its about shoulder length at the minute but yeah when I tie it up it looks a lot shorter and it confuses people 😅

[blanketforcas]

it's the hard-knock life for us (girls who wanna cut their hair cause it's been so long but they still like the length of it)

[tojisun]

guys dont mind the egg but loooook my wolf cut is curling so cutely again!!

[caramelmochacrow]

yukaeso harumichi cosplay yayyy <333