#and I still need to look up the large red one tho

[chibishortdeath]

Ok so yesterday I was looking up Simon (common occurrence) cause I was drawing him (another common occurrence, drawing isn’t finished yet) and a took a little better of a look at his armor plate from Simon’s Quest and the designs on it.

So—

These gold patterns are very swooshy, fluid shapes with some very spikey, hooked sections. They also have gems inlaid in three places on the chest right at the ends and center of the design, with little circles coming off of it dedicated to them specifically. And it sounds weird, but this looks like a floral design to me, or at least some kind of plantlike. Very stylized for sure, but in the way that the fleur de lis is supposed to be a lily and doesn’t look exactly like one.

So at like uh midnight a bit back I looked up some stylized plants in art and whatnot and boy was that a hard search because google doesn’t know what you mean by “floral stylized in a similar way to the fleur de lis” and the amount of AI that comes up under armor designs specifically doesn’t help. Anyway, two things it could be that I ran into—

It could be a very simplified depiction of acanthus leaves, which are sometimes depicted more like actual leaves of a real plant, but sometimes are just swooping curves with some spikiness on them. They often times also have the motif of three points of interest (usually buds or a bloom) that line up fairly well with the three gems and were common for things like metalworking and gilding. It’s a fair match, not super great since it’s not exact, but considering there’s no distinct flowers, a ok-ish bet. My biggest thing with it, even if the symbolism would be so fitting and cool, is that they’re typically depicted way more clustered and there’s usually not very much of an open space, especially on a breastplate like that.

I also ran into other armors from the time period (or at least the websites said they were) with other closer looking floral designs and had to try to find out what these were on my own. This one in particular caught my eye as a little bit closer.

One seems to be a gladiolus, and the symbolism here works out, it’s pretty standard stuff that’d be on armor. However, again, the Simon’s quest armor does not have very distinct blooms, more similar to simplified buds, so it’s hard to tell.

There’s also a possibility this could be roses, since those tends to have thorns as a main focal point and the hooked parts look thorny, or it could be a combination of multiple flowers I’m just not running into. Of course, I know the original artist likely did not mean anything in particular by this design other than “cool old looking armor design”, BUUUUT— I want to know what looks like closest to it to uh take the flower symbolism for myself hehe :3.

If anyone else has more knowledge on ye olden armor and art styles than I do, do pop up and tell me your thoughts on what this pattern looks like to you!!!

[jyoongim]

Hey there! My first time asking/making a request lol, but I had two separate ideas and you can just pick one or something.

First was an alastor w/ fem reader, it's mating season for red and this ones diff bc he's had his eyes on reader or smthn for a min and decides this season he's going to do his best to show off to her, lmao like "look look, I can provide and protect!" a bit intense bc it's mating season, but reader is CLUELESS until at some point it finally clicks and she's all "huh.. ohh SHIT"

Second idea was one that I thought would be funny, like so.. lucifer finds out Al likes reader and even tho he doesn't really like Al he's like " don't worry, I can definitely help with this" but he's lowkey a terrible wingman even tho miraculously it somehow helps in the end???

Again you can choose from either and end it however you want, fluff/nsfw/sfw. Or if none of this is your cup of tea then just ignore me!!

Not me on a fluff binge hehehhehe

hope you guys like it! I’ve been a bit slow to write and upload but I’ve enjoyed reading every request! I’m still taking a slight break but I try to give y’all SOMETHING. Hope y’all don’t mind!!

Lots of love-jyoongim

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Mating season.

Usually an awful time of year that made Alastor more on edge than usual.

But something was different this year…

This mating season, the deer demon wanted a partner….

Alastor had his sights on a pretty doe and he was going to ensure that she was going to be his for the season…

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You rubbed the sleep out your eyes as you greeted everyone as you took a seat for breakfast.

Pancakes. Bacon. Sausage. Eggs. Fruits.

Your stomach rumbled at the delicious smells.

”Fine hellish day isn’t my dear?” Alastor chirped as he piled food fruits and meats on your plate. You blinked at the amount of food on your plate.

”Al my stomach is only so big” you giggled causing the demon to hum as he took a seat beside you.

”A full belly makes a happy doe” he smiled as you happily ate the food.

Alastor watched as you ate, a soft purr rumbling in his chest.

”Why don’t we go for an outing dear?” Alastor suggested as you let out a burp.

You agreed.

It was rather chilly for Hell.

You and Alastor waltz around the city. You happily looked at the displays in many windows. 

You didn’t know Alastor’s agenda but you didn’t mind accompanying him.

You must have lagged behind him a tad as a demon slithered up beside you as you looked over some jewelry.

”what’s a cute thing like you doing all alone?” A deep voice asked causing you jumped, surprised.

”O-Oh hi um I’m just looking that’s all” you gave a nervous smile. Your skiddish nature took over as you took a step back. The demon advanced on you. He was big, could easily overtake you if need be.

”Why don’t I show you around? I don’t see a ring. I can show you a good time” sharp teeth smiled at you menacingly.

Your ears flattened, you might be  small but you could defend yourself. You bared your teeth at the demon making him chuckle

”Now now little lady lets not get ugly” 

You hadn’t realized he had backed you into a corner.

The demon pounced, making you screech as he pinned you to the wall.

Your ears perked as heavy static buzzed through the air. The demon didn’t seem to notice 

 “You’ll make a fine piece of ass”

Black smoke poured through the alleyway and static popped.

”That’s no way to talk to a lady”

Black tentacles dragged the demon and blood-curdling screams escaped the demon, but were quickly silenced as Alastor ripped him apart.

”mine mine mine” Alastor growled as he chomped on the demon.

You gagged as chunks of flesh flew around.

Satisfied that the distasteful demon was in his belly, Alastor looked towards you.

A large sharp claw traced your face, he was growling but his eyes were soft. He morphed to be a bit smaller and helped you up, his red eyes roaming over you.

”I’m okay Al” you reassured giving him a smile. He seemed to calm down and looped your arm with his.

”dishonorable filfth” he hissed as he made his way back to the hotel. You pouted you really wanted to buy something but you’ve had enough excitement for one day.

You looked at Alastor and tilted your head “Al your antlers”

The usual small antlers were now big and standing tall on top his head.

”Nice rack” you giggled making the red demon smirk, his chest puffing proudly.

”than-thank you for all that. I really appreciate Al” you said sheepishly.

The tall demon hummed 

“Don’t mention it my dear. What kind of man would I be if I couldn’t protect you?”

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Alastor had been lingering around you since the little accident. He had growled at anyone who got too close to you.

He was very possessive and protective of you, which you thought was sweet that the demon was worried about you.

You groaned as the sun peaked through your window. You sat up and you blinked in confusion.

Flowers, breakfast, and a tiny box.

Rest up little Doe ~Alastor

Your tail wagged in happiness. You don’t know why Alastor had been so attentive but you were eating it up.

You placed the flowers in a vase and began to eat breakfast.

Your face wrinkled as you pulled a piece of meat from your teeth.

what the fuck?

It was soft and fleshy. You shuddered but ate the rest of your breakfast. You opened the tiny box and keened when you saw the bracelet you had been looking at earlier in the week.

There were cute little radio themed charms.

You quickly cleaned up and went downstairs.

Charlie and Vaggie were sitting in the lobby chatting.

You smiled and waved, your bracelet caught Vaggie’s attention.

”Hey where you get that?” The question also caught Charlie’s attention, she immediately began gushing

”Oh my! Did Alastor get that for you? Omg so cute!”

Vaggie deadpanned “Alastor have been very cozy towards you what’s that about?”

You shrugged “I don’t know but it can’t be anything bad right?”

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“I see you got my gift” Alastor said, coming behind you as you red on the couch. You smiled “Its really nice Al but why the sudden gift giving?”

Alastor smiled “well my dear its mating season”

You blinked. Mating season? What did that have to do-

OH SHIT!

Your eyes widened “Y-You’ve been…”

His lips pulled into a genuine smile “Courting you? Why of course my dear!”

His hand circled the wrist with the bracelet. He brought it up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to it.

Your body shuddered in delight and your ears flicked as he nipped at your fingers.

Your nose wrinkled at the smell of his pheromones, your tail wagging.

You let out a purr as you rubbed yourself against him and took off running, throwing a wink at him as he followed suit, giggling as he made a grab at your hips as you evaded him.

”Come and solidify your place Mr. Radio Demon�� you teased slipping into his room.

A soft growl escaped Alastor as he followed you and had his shadow guard the door.

[spideyriki]

oh man if u could so sub hybrid!hee or jake i’d love u forever … ur kitty jungwon one was so good !!! looking forward to more stuff from ur blog :D

puppy boy!

pairings: sub!jake x dom!reader

c. warnings: hybrid puppy!jake, mommy kink, pegging, drooling, collars, finger sucking + lmk if i missed anything!

w. count: 1.3k+

a. note: i'm so so sorry, anon, for how long overdue this was :(( i hope you like it tho, feedback n reblogs r always appreciated <3

it was late in the night and you were still busy doing your assignments, jake had supposedly gone off to bed hours ago.

"mommy", jake's small voice called out to you, snapping you out of work trance. you hum out confused as you turn around and see jake looking at you, an adorable pout adorning his face and his pretty pink collar still securely around his neck.

"what's wrong, jakey?",

jake's big puppy eyes looked nearly on the verge of tears, his puppy ears laying flat on his disheveled hair. unable to resist, you open your arms to invite jake to sit on your lap. in an istant, jake planted himself on your lap, the sound of his little bell from his collar jingling at how quickly he ran into your lap. despite his tired face, his tail wagged happily as your hand gently ran up and down the small of his back and his face burried in my neck.

"hurts, mommy...", jake whined out quietly.

"what hurts, pup?" you ask, concerned. jake's face flushed and he hid deeper in your neck, as his little puppy ears twitched. jake's hand gently holds your wrist, shyly guiding it down to his crotch and oh.

it was a miracle how you hadn't noticed how hard jake was earlier when he walked into your office, considering the large bulge his pajama shorts were barely covering. you coo at jake before your wrist palmed his covered erection, moving in small circular motions. at your teasing touch, jake lets out a pitiful whimper, subconsciously bucking his hips up into your touch.

"mommy, please fuck me...", jake's pout deepened as he continued grinding into your palm, his tongue mouthing your neck, letting his saliva coat your skin as a purple mark forms there for him to admire after.

you let him continue his ministrations for awhile longer until you notice his hips desperately bucking up into your palm and his hands travelled all over your body until he finally reaches up to squeeze your breast, a whine is ripped out of him as jake feels his orgasm approaching.

"i've barely done anything puppy and you're already such a mess", you taunt.

jake's cheeks flushed a red hue, his drool sliding down your neck, unshed tears brimming at his big puppy eyes and at some point, jake's hips had changed into a humping motion, trying to chase as much friction as possible.

at all the tell tale signs of his impending orgasm, you pull your hand away from his clothed dick, depriving him of his much needed release.

"mommy!", jake cries out. his eyes that were previously closed shut, jutting open to look at up at you as tears threaten to fall.

you quickly shush him and rub up and down his back in an attempt to soothe your puppy. your fingers reach to pull down his pajama pants, jake lifting his hips to help ease you. as the garment is removed, his throbbing cock jumps out, smacking his stomach. his tip an angry red as precum glistened on his slit, a drop of precum gathers and falls down the side of his long length, down a prominent vein. jake bites his lip as your thumb swipes at his slit, gathering his precum on it before bringing it up to your lips to wrap your tongue around the digit, humming out slightly at his taste, your beautiful eyes never once leaving his.

as you release your thumb, you usher jake off your lap. another sad whimper exits your puppy at the loss of your close proximity.

"take off your clothes, pup", you instruct jake as to which he quickly obeys. while jake, hurriedly strips himself, you clear your desk and reach in the drawer drawer to pull out jake's favourite strap.

by the time you turn back to face jake, he's completely nude. his pretty cock standing proud against his stomach, hard and aching. a small smile etches onto your face at jake's eagerness, his tail continuing to wag happily.

your fingers tap the desk once, immediately jake is bent over your desk, his back arched and resting on his forearms, just as you've trained him to.

reaching up, you ruffle his hair, "good boy, jakey", you praise, his ears perking up at the praise as he mumbles a shy thank you.

your hands roam all over his body, stroking from his shoulders to his slim waist before finally reaching his ass. gently you squeeze and massage his cheeks, rubbing the skin softly before your finger circles around his tight hole which flutters around nothing.

slowly, you push a finger in. his hole practically swallowing your digit. gently you gradually add more fingers into jake to stretch him out. as you begin to thrust your fingers into him slowly, jake whines out, rolling his hips back against your fingers.

"mommy, puppy's already streched for you."

a small chuckle leaves you at his desperation. pulling out your fingers, you spit into your hand to lube up your strap.

once you deem your strap ready, your hands circle around jake's slender waist before pushing your large cock into his hole. a moan is ripped out of jake's throat as he feels you deep in him, his body and chest flushing. your body stilled as you waited for jake to adjust to your girth, not even a minute later jake's hips begin to move against you.

your fingers stroke his waist soothingly, as you admire the way his delicate hips move languidly along your cock, struggling to take in your full length. his ass cheeks jump at each of his own thrusts, desperate to feel all of you in him.

"you can go faster than this, can't you puppy?", you coo encouragingly at jake.

multiple whimpers resonate throughout the room as you watch him do all the work himself, his movements fastening.

finally taking pity on jake, you finally begin to thrust into jake. the tip of your cock hitting directly into his prostate, jake lets out a loud cry at the overwhelming pleasure.

your poor baby is a mess by now, big pretty tears rolling down his pink cheeks, a mantra of moans and 'mommy' leaving him. tongue lolling out of his mouth drooling all over himself and your desk as he pants.

"look at the mess your making, baby", reaching forward you shove two fingers into jake's mouth to which he immediately sucks on, gagging slightly as they reach the back of his throat.

at the new angle, your cock reaches into his hole deeper, repeatedly abusing his prostate. despite your fingers in his mouth, it does little to stop your puppy from drooling, his saliva rolling down your arm. muffled moans and whines alongside your groans and the sound of your skin against jake's rings through the room.

jake's throbbing cock hangs heavily between his thighs, droplets of precum falling onto your wooden floors at your hard and deep thrusts. your other finger, reaches up to pinch at his pink nipples, jake mewls around your fingers at the pleasure. more tears are streaming down his pretty face, his mind is only filled with the thoughts of you as you fuck him dumb.

his hands gently pull at your wrist, "mommy please, need to cum!", he hurries out before sucking on your digits once again.

you release his now puffy nipple and reach for his cock, stroking it quickly, in pace with your thrust.

"cum for mommy, puppy. be mommy's good boy."

at your words, your fingers toying with his cock and your cock continuously kissing his prostate, jake moans around your fingers. his back arching beautifully as his cock releases a nearly concerningly large amount of cum, your hand strokes him through his orgasm.

his moans now quietened down to whimpers from the strength of his release, your hips slowing before finally going still. you gently pull out of jake, removing your fingers from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting you.

immediately, praises fall out of you. jake lets you manhandle him gently until he's resting on your lap on your chair once again. a comforting hand patting over jake's back while pressing soft kisses wherever you can reach as he rests his head on your shoulder, arms wrapping around you tightly, his tail wagging as he basks in your praise.

©spideyriki 🍉

[mscherub]

Courting with Azul (Azul Ashengrotto x Reader)

Gender neutral reader, referred to as Y/N or Prefect!

Warnings!:

Swearing as per usual

Leech twins slightly stalking you, all fun in games tho :)

Word count:

Approximately 2.2k

How long has it been since Azul has been acting weird? Well, weirder than usual, I guess. He was cunning, deviously intelligent, and just always had the one up on everybody thanks to his wit. After his overblot you ended up getting closer to him, especially since he always seemed to get into your business…but he’s changed now, and specifically when around you.

Was he ok? Did he fall and hit his head? If so, probably happened during flight class. I mean we’re talking about Azul here, Azul, the man who is always put together well it seemed, a man of high stature, now completely embarrassed when around you if you so much as smiled at him. Why couldn’t he make eye contact without going red? It was nerve-racking, the guy who you used to not be able to trust was acting all secretive around you again, and that just set off red flags. What was more concerning was the fact you always felt like you were being watched…and did you see a tuff of aquamarine hair or was that just your imagination? Huh…

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So…say maybe you got into an altercation by simply chance. Ok, well, to be fair it was mostly Ace’s fault. Why is it always his fault?

Ace, Deuce, and Grim had been to the lounge earlier within the week to get food, you stayed back at Ramshackle to study and you trusted them enough(big mistake) to have a friendly outing on their own. But things happened, and they ended up starting a food fight and causing Azul to loose who knows how much money due to the waste of food, and the money he had to pay for cleaning and the repairs.

Ace and Grim mainly begged you to talk it out with Azul because you were quote on quote, “closer,” to Azul than any other student was, and, yea, you definitely were considering how he let you hang out in the VIP lounge when you’ve had a particularly stressful day to wind down, but it didn’t go beyond that per se, he was just being friendly is all…trying to be. But still, this was something that the three should own up to on their own and face the consequences for and—

You’re seated in a chair in the VIP lounge. You were guilt tripped(again). One pout from Deuce and you folded. You watch as Azul fidgets in his seat, writing down whatever he was writing, most likely the expenses he’s owed.

“Look, ‘zul…I, shit, uh. You know I don’t have any money really, so I don’t know what you expect me to do with,” you look at a large number on the paper marked with a big bolded dollar sign. You take a breath in. “paying you back…” you sigh, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach.

“How much damage did Grim cause, specifically?” You murmur.

“Approximately 43% of the damage caused by just the group, which in turn means you owe me around $4,300 thaumarks give or take.” He sighs…$4,300!? You swallow thickly and you slump back in the chair.

“Ah…er. Azul, you know Crowley doesn’t even pay me that much in 4 months time…” you grumble. Great. Now you’re probably going to be indentured to work at the lounge to pay back the expenses, and that’s not even getting to keep any of the tips you make.

He glances up at you…and, woah. Woah, woah, woah. Why the fuck does he look guilty?

He clears his throat, his cheeks tinted pink. “Perhaps we could work a plan out considering your circumstances…” he drawls on.

He looks back down at the paper. You feel his foot brush against yours and you sit up again. You definitely knew where this was going to go. He’d ask for you to work for a time then let you go…gah, you didn’t have time for this, screw the words he had to say, let’s just get it over with already.

“I can’t afford to work many days of the week, so I guess I could do the weekends but—“

“No need for that, actually. Just…consider it covered this once I suppose. I’ll ask for more money from the duo to cover the expenses.” He stammers. “I suppose you can manage to tell them…” He looks at you then suddenly realizes what he says, shutting up.

…

…

HUH?!

“W-what? Azul? Hello? Wait, wait, wait. You’re covering it? Excuse me? What—“

“Oh, look at the time! Unfortunately, I am very busy man at the moment!” He spits out as he gets up from his chair swiftly, walking over to yours and waits for you to get up. You do out of surprise and he instantly places a hand on your shoulder and leads forces you over to the door, his face red.

“Good evening, Prefect. Jade will see you out!” He practically pushes you out the door, closing it quickly behind you.

You blink in confusion, but you’re pulled from your thoughts as Jade comes over with his cunning smirk, his earring jingling as he walks you to the door quietly.

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You spend all night tossing and turning. You had this uneasy feeling. I mean Azul out of all people said you didn’t need to pay him back. If those words had come out of Kalim’s mouth then you definitely wouldn’t have been as nervous as you are not, but those words came out of Azul’s mouth.

Grim, however, didn’t bat an eye and was just over the moon on how you could keep buying him the more expensive brand of tuna, sleeping peacefully at the corner of the bed. You sigh and sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes. You think back to how Azul has been acting. He seemed more jumpy when around you, and he was awkwardly more touchy, always having a hand on your shoulder, lower back, or his leg up against yours when given the chance. When this did happen he’d blush crazily and it’d look like he had a fever.

He also liked to show off more nowadays. He’d invite you to the board game club when they were hosting a chess match to present to you just how smart he really was with his perfectly crafted performance of strategy during his matches, winning every single one.

Fuck. You need a drink to clear your mind…then back to bed, to sleep this time and not overthink.

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The next day you break the news to Ace and Deuce on how they needed to pay back equally 50/50, which felt wrong in a way. Grim caused almost half of the damage and yet you didn’t have to cough up a single cent. Ace instantly finds this unfair and complains the whole day, so much so that as you four walk through the hall, Ace “accidentally” knocks you into some random dude, who, coincidentally, happens to be one of the guys Grim targeted the most during the food fight. Ace realizes his mistake and attempts to pull you away before it’s too late.

“Hey, watch where you’re going, and keep that damn beast under control, I owe $2,500 thaumarks to the damn lounge thanks to you.” The man huffs. He towers over you and glares down at you. Deuce and Grim are ready to fight, and Ace slowly pulls out his magic pen, but—

“Hey, don’t be picking on shrimpy there, big guy. Pick on someone your own size.” Floyd chuckles as he grips the man’s shoulder tight. You quickly school your expression and back up next to the group.

Jade and Floyd stand ominously behind the unnamed student. He turns around and goes quiet as he sees the pair smiling at him. Their smiles don’t falter, and in fact they just grow wider.

Clearly the man had some sort of survival instinct and he muttered an apology before scurrying off down the hall. Floyd just giggles and watches him run away. It’d be fun to chase him. They will later. Floyd smirks as he walks over to you and picks you up into a bone crushing hug.

“We saved you shrimpy, bosses orders. You owe us, heh~” you squirm in his arms, trying to get out of his grip. But you pause as you go over Floyd’s words.

Bosses orders? Like…Azul’s orders. Like Azul ordered them to, what? Keep an eye on you?

“Floyd, this seems to be the only job you’ve ever enjoyed.” Jade smirks.

Floyd shrugs and puts you down. “It’s better than serving people food…” he huffs as they begin to walk away. Floyd smiles and waves to you before they both disappear down the same hallway the man ran down.

“You ok?” Deuce asks as he looks at you worried. You simply nod, completely confused.

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At this point, you’ve had enough of whatever game Azul was playing. He was making no sense with his actions which were further than the norm for him. I mean he was literally sending out Jade and Floyd to “watch over you,” and that was just creepy enough on its own. You could take care of yourself just fine guaranteed.

Anytime something remotely close to being bad happened, Jade and Floyd were always there. They’d scare off whoever was giving you a hard time and then leave. You had enough, and rightfully so.

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You find yourself marching into Mostro Lounge, pushing past Jade and swinging the door open to the VIP lounge. The student Azul was conversing swindling with jumps, and Azul mimics him the same, both look up at you. Azul’s eyes widen instantly as you glare at him.

You look over at the random student. “Leave.”

“Right on it.” The guy murmurs before quickly walking out.

You go over to his desk and slam your hands down, locking eyes with him. He lets out a small sound of surprise and swallows thickly.

“I want an explanation. Now.” You huff, taking a seat and sitting back as you watch him closely.

“An ex-explanation for, uh, what exactly?” He mumbles nervously, stumbling over his words.

“You know. The weird shit you’ve been pulling?” You sigh as you narrow your eyes at him.

“First, excusing me from having to pay anything back, which although I’m thankful for, is just weird coming from you. And also sending Jade and Floyd to do whatever they’re doing, cause I know for a damn fact they never used to show up when I got into a small argument. They made some kid cry!” You miff as you shake your head. “What’s going on with you? What happened? You’re…different. I’m worried, ‘zul.” You finally mumble out.

Your shoulders slump as your gaze softens. He goes quiet and blinks, looking down at the desk, his face all pink again.

“It’s. Complicated.” Is all he murmurs out. Nope. Not taking that for an answer. You watch as his hands tremble. You sit up in the chair and grab his gloved ones.

“Dude. Stop stalling and just say what’s going on. You’re honestly kind of scaring me, so—“

His hands wrap around yours and he gives a light squeeze. He looks into your eyes, then back at the bookshelves, scanning the spines of the books.

“Azul.” You say sternly.

“I suppose I hadn’t put much thought into how cultures vary from sea to land.” He whispers out. He looks back at you, pursing his lips. He opens his mouth to speak again but Floyd bursts into the room and happily walks up behind your chair and leans down, smiling at Azul.

“He likes ya, Shrimpy! He was courting you, and he would have tried to protect you himself but he’s weak so—“ Floyd blabs on but is cut off.

“FLOYDDDD!” Azul yells as he goes completely red, pulling his hands away from yours and covering his face. You blink once, then twice.

“Apologies for Floyd as usual, Azul. Fu, fu.” Jade chuckles. Floyd is then dragged away by Jade, leaving you and Azul alone again.

Courting.

That’s what it was? This whole time that’s what he’s been doing? Holy shit…

You gently get up from your seat and you go behind his desk, standing next to him as he sits. You grab his wrists and pull them away from his face, leaning your face closer to his and smiling at him.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I like you, too, ‘zul.” The time seems to stop as he goes wide eyed again and just stares at you. You quirk an eyebrow at him, watching him. You sigh, ah, fuck it.

You lean down and kiss his cheek. “I mean it. Now cut it out with the weird shit.” You chuckle as you pull away.

Azul looks like he’s going to combust, but he clears his throat and pushes his glasses back up, then straightens his uniform. “As you wish. I’m glad you reciprocate my feelings. Though I knew you would, after all.” He smirks triumphantly.

“Fucking smart ass.” You chuckle as you roll your eyes. “Next time, just ask me out on a date.”

“Then I suppose…would you perchance, like to go on a date with me, then?” He asks.

“Of course.” You smile.

Hope you enjoyed reading, my Lovelies! When I wrote this I rushed it so…anyways. That’s the octotrio’s works transferred over to tumblr! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

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[starkeyisthelastname]

I need to see some soft moments with Step Dady!Rafe. Does he comfort her after a nightmare? Does he let her cuddle him when they're watching a movie?? I'm literally starving for some soft!step daddy.

Don't get me wrong tho, I still very much love and thirst over our regular Step Dad!Rafe.

(That’s his princess. 🎀😩)

There was no question that Rafe handled you when you were acting like a brat. Bending you over his desk until your ass cheeks were red. He would make you take his dick until you were crying out daddy when you’d bat your eyelashes at some sucker that complimented the too short of skirt you had on. Not to mention his stalker like tendencies he had on you anytime you’d go out. You were his princess though and too fucking pretty for him not for him to have a soft side for you.

When there was a storm, he’d make his way to your room knowing you hated the loud thunder and bright lightening. He would lay next to you in the overly pink bed, letting you rest your head in the crook of his neck to hide from the weather outside. “It’s just a little thunderstorm babydoll.” He would whisper in that naturally raspy voice, muscled arms around your smaller frame.

He wasn’t a fan of sitting there watching movies, especially ones that were girly. You had asked so sweetly though, and taken a good pounding earlier. There he was, your mother gone and sitting on the couch as you laid your head in his lap as the 2000s rom com played. He was bored, his focus on you as his large hands ran up and down your body. “Got me fucking pussy whipped, don’t you princess?” His voice soft as he squeezed your fleshy hip in a ringed hand.

A rare occurrence was when Rafe kissed you. It wasn’t something he did often, always feeling like that was too intimate. There you were though, upset because you couldn’t go with him on his business trip. You had been sulking all day, tears threatening to spill as time got closer to him leaving. Ward had rushed this trip onto him, that he didn’t even have time to give you a proper goodbye. So when he saw you sitting on the back of his truck, swinging your legs with a pout on your glittery lips, he sighed.

“I gotta leave, alright?” His voice firm as he motioned for you to get up.

“You weren’t gonna tell me bye?” You sniffed, arms crossing over your bare midriff as you looked up at him through thick lashes. You sat still, not budging as he threw his bag into the backseat only to walk over to you after.

“What do you want from me, kid? I can’t give you dick right now.” Rafe said, coming to stand between your spread thighs as he cupped your cheeks together. “Hmm, you gonna stop acting like a brat?” He asked, a silent warning for you to quit or he wasn’t going to make it out of town.

You let out a little huff, looking at his handsome face as you tugged at the dress shirt he wore. “Kiss me.” You mumbled.

Rafe let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he gripped your chin roughly. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your glossy lips. He didn’t do this often, so when he did you completely melted. Your tummy dancing with butterflies, a grin across your face as he pulled back. “That better princess?” He asked, voice almost catching in his throat as something about kissing you made him feel funny. (In a good way.)

Rafe Cameron had it down bad for his stepdaughter.

[casimirlovescoffee]

A rainy day (Female Reader)

Rating: Explicit (MDNI, NSFW)

Tags: NSFW, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex

A/N: Here is a 'little' Alucard x Female Reader thing I wrote some time ago to take a break of all the requests I posted lately. As always, enjoy!

It was a rainy and cold night outside, the castle's location in a forest that was covered in fog because of the weather. Anyone that would no be outside in the forest would be doomed to easy get lost should they dare to walk through the fog.

Inside the castle, Alucard slowly woke up. He sat up, his red blond hair falling in front of his beautiful face, hiding his beautiful eyes. They were long enough to also cover parts of his shoulders and bits of his chest. His big bedroom was almost completely dark, a few red candles on his nightstand giving off soft orange light that seemed to make his pale skin glow.

Alucard knew that they have not been light that long ago, the candles were new ones and their wax had not melted that much quite yet. He used his hands to gently brush his hair out of his own face, his sharp nails slowly sliding through them in a smooth way. He let out a quiet yawn then, his mouth slowly opening widely to show off his sharp fangs.

He slowly streched his upper body then, his chest now on full display. His eyes scanned the room and his brain wondered where you, his human lover, were as the large bed had an empty spot beside him. The vampire slowly rose to his feet and sighed softly when the cold air hit his body, still fully nude from the activities he and you had partaken in before going to bed together.

The vampire looked into his mirror and gave his reflection an amused smile as his pale skin showed some red long marks, no doubt left by you during your passionate night together. They would heal soon enough, but for now they were there. He licked his lips at the memory, remembering how he had made you moan loud enough that it echoed from the bedroom walls, your face having been all lewd, just for him. He felt himself want to kiss you again and again and again. Having your naked human body pressed to his own never failed to make him feel good and warm. It was, in a way, an addicting feeling.

Alucard watched his reflection closely through his thick lashes, his eyes lidded now. He reached a hand down to his cock, which was getting hard at the memory of him fucking your pussy. He leaned his head back then and closed his eyes as he touched himself gently, imagining it was your hand that touched his erection. He gasped as he imagined you looking up at him while touching his cock. You always knew how to take care of him, knowing what he needed when he wanted pleasure, even if he didn't say it out loud. You were always so good to him.

The soft creek of his bedroom door reached his pointy ears and he let out a moan when the sweet smell of you filled his nose. He looked over at the door with his now open eyes, his hand stroking up and down slowly on his hard dick, the tip leaking with beads of precum. The vampire arched his back a bit and his eyes filled with lust as he could almost smell how much the view was turning you on.

You had just eaten something, a small midnight snack, and coming back to your vampire lover jerking himself off was not what you had expected at all. It was an utterly erotic sight tho and you would lie if you would say that it did not turn you on. The sight of his lovely immortal body all bare and on full display for you always made you ache for his touches. You felt yourself slowly getting wet as you made your way over to the bed.

"Alucard..." You whispered, knowing that no matter how much you whispered, those pointy vampire ears of his would always hear whatever you said. Alucard felt so needy already that he used his inhuman speed to pin you to the large bed. He kissed you deeply and after a minute or so, he pushed his tongue between your lips, exploring your mouth with his tongue while his hands started to take off the robe your were wearing. You moaned against his lips, which was music to his ears.

Once yor body just as fully naked as his was, Alucard left a trail of kisses and bites down your soft skin, making sure to leave a few marks by sucking on a few spots gently. Once he had reached his goal, your already dripping pussy, he licked his lips. The vampire licked a line from your dripping hole up to your clit, his own cock getting harder from the moan that slipped out from your lips paired with having your sweet taste on his tongue.

 His lips wrapped around clit then, giving it a gentle suck, which caused you to moan out his name. He gently placed his hands over the inside your thighs, his fingers stroking over the skin gently, which made your lovely tights tremble a bit. He moved his tounge over your clit between sucks, moaning against it when one of your hands moved to rest in his blond long hair, pulling it gently.

He felt your clit twitch and moved away from sucking you to move his tounge into you, eating you out. Only a few seconds after that, he swallowed your cum that slowly filled his mouth. He pulled away from your pussy and looked up at you while nuzzling one of your thighs.

Your face was a soft pink and Alucard licked his lips in a hungry way, knowing that only he was allowed to see the your like this. He let out a possessive growl and pinned you down by your wrists, his lips meeting yours in a series of deep hungry kisses and when the vampire pulled away a few centimetres, he felt very hungry at the sight of your kiss swollen lips.

He took the oil from the nightstand, always there in case it was needed, and poured it over his very hard aching cock. He jerked himself off then to spread it over his dick, knowing that he did not need to prepare you, after all he had opened you with his tounge and you were still loose from him taking you only a few hours ago.

The vampire pressed his cock inside the pussy he had filled oh so many times by now. Once he was fully inside of your, he let out a moan. ,,You always feel so good around my cock, my dear.’’ He cooed and started to fuck you, knowing that he should go slow at first.

After many soft moans and you begging for more, the vampire fucked you faster and harder, his dick hitting all the right places. It made you feel so good that your soft moans turned into lewd moans, your head now thrown back and your eyes shut tightly while some drool came out from your mouth.

Alucard let out a possessive growl and fucked you harder. When he came, he bit into your neck, feeding from you while filling your pussy with his cum. That pushed you over the edge and you came all over his cock with loud moan and his name on his lips. You gasped then and panted hard, the vampire licking over your neck to lick the blood away from where he had feed from you.

Aluacrd leaned up to your ear and growled into it, making you shudder. ,,I am not done with you yet, my dear.’’ He said into your ear and you felt your body shivered, knowing that you would definetly not be able to walk for a while once he was done with you.

[yuriisclumsy]

After I read that Cale x flirty reader!!..I screamed..Like oh my!!.. Can I make a request where is the enemy to lovers?.. Like the reader is a villain who likes to flirt with Cale every time they meet. In addition, this reader is shameless.. Definitely a mess dan chaotic 🤣🤣🤣.. And the reader kisses Cale on the cheek before she leaves saying 'Next time we meet, I'll ask for the size of your ring finger, Bye baby.".. I want to see Cale and the many reactions too..Bye author

Take care of yourself 😘

Villains Have a Heart Too, Y'know

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1,355

»»►When I got this request I was surprised many people liked Flirty Reader!

»»►I went off a bit from the request, but what can I do? When a good plot just pops up I have to follow it, no matter if it has little to do with the request. Still, I do try to make it as closely to the asker's request.

»»►I feel like, for this scenario, it would take place in the Whooper Kingdom–you’ll know why once you read.

»»►On another note, [Name] has had encounters with Cale ever since he somehow got transmigrated into the world of Birth of a Hero. The man is tired. But let’s be real, when is he not?

»»►Cale just has to deal with another headache-giving-maniac sadly.

Metals were crashing.

The clash between steel signified a battle taking place. Brutal forces wrestle against each other for dominion. 

Fighting for power. It has always been like this.

Walls and towers, buildings–whether high or low–cumbled due to the aggressiveness of battle. Many scurried off to safety, finding a safe place to hide until the warfare concluded with its victors.

In the Whopper Kingdom, where mages were deemed to be spans of evil, stood a woman of great talent. She was a genius in her field, with masses tittling her: “The Grand Magician.”

The Grand Magician had been a force not to be reckoned with ever since her ascension through the Magic Tower. Which is why she is the main target for the Rebellion; Toonka's sworn enemy.

“Come back here witch!” a wounded man yelled.

“Awww, is little Toonka unable to land a hit?” the girl said. She giggled at the man’s inability to harm her.

“Why, you little sh-t! AHHH!” The man–Tookan–charged at her with fists fully ready to punch her. He missed by a large margin.

“You missed me!~” the girl taunted Toonka. She had been flying on a broom this whole time, using spells to her advantage, without fully killing the barbaric man. She had the power to eliminate her opponent, but she found more joy from playing with her food.

She laughed at Toonka’s poor excuse of attacks.

“Get down here you demon-incarnate!”

“My my, that insult is far too sophisticated for you! Did you finally grow a brain?”

“I alway had a brain you b-tch!” Toonka leaped in the air in anger, and missed her once again.

“What foul language,” the mage manifested a staff, “I should teach you some manners!” Twirling her staff summoned a ray of spells; casting lighting in the field—all which Toonka managed to avoid. How lucky.

“Damn you woman!” Toonka screamed as he barely missed a bolt.

“Hehehe…HAHAHAHA!” The girl laughed hysterically with tears in her eyes. She loved to see people from above, scramble like ants.

“Hahaha...ahhh. Dear me, I haven’t had this much fun in a while,” she said, wiping away a tear that had formed.

An orb suddenly appeared next to the mage flashing in alert.

“Hmmm…” in amusement she took it into her hands, one hand gracefully waving above it. An image appeared on the sphere; a red haired male was shown through the ball—he seems to be inside the Magic Tower.

“Dear me, if it isn't my sweet love,” she looks at Toonka after making the crystal ball disappear, “sorry, little Toonka, seems our playtime needs to be paused and rescheduled to a later date. Hope you can keep entertaining me. Ta ta~”

Casting a spell, she disappeared slowly to the disgust of the man she bid farewell to.

She had done it on purpose.

“GET BACK HERE YOU WRETCH!”

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The twentieth floor, the master of the magic tower’s room.

“I-I thought I was going to die…!!”

A young mouse-dwarf child had almost seen his soul ascending to the heavens above a few seconds prior, when his tiny body was lifted off the ground and flew to the top of the magic tower.

He stepped back trying to ground himself. He bumped into someone, making him turn around apologetically.

“I-I’m sorry,” he turned around only to see a cat.

“Meoow.”

His eyes meet the gaze I casted at him.

“...”

“Ah.”

How awkward.

“There is one more floor in the magic tower,” the kid said, diverting his embarrassing moment. 

“Then is the twenty-first floor the master's room?” I, in all my mercy, went on with my business like nothing happened. This was much appreciated by the boy.

“No, that’s not what we call it.”

“Then what do you call it?” I questioned him.

The real room of the master of the magic tower. A place that even the non-wizard alliance hasn’t found; a room no one knew the existence of.

At Least, that was the only thing that was stated in Birth of a Hero.

“Ground Zero,” a high pitched voice responded.

“We call it Ground Zero.”

It doesn't belong to the child, nor could it have come from him–since he didn’t know the room's actual name–the cats did not speak in this form, they knew better than that.

I can recognize that voice even if I become half deaf…

“[Name]...” I called the name of the intruder, facing her as she appeared from a mist that manifested out of thin air.

“Hello,” She smiled innocently, “it’s been a while…dear Cale.”

I stare at her with a suspicion of a hundred detectives. “What are you doing here?”

The children recoil behind me. The mouse: scared out of his mind; The cats: hissing at the intruder.

She had been causing nothing but wreck since the day I met her.

“Awww… did you not miss me?” She pouted.

“No.” I said bluntly.

In truth, although she is destructive, she’s never killed anyone. She may act like an evil witch, but she’ll alway cast barriers to protect.

The reason she acts like she does is still a mystery, even to me.

“Bo-hoo…” She pouted. She quickly got over it and spoke, “So, Want the treasure of this tower now? You know, if you called for me beforehand, I would have shown you the way.”

“Then take me there.”

“Nope,” She smiled teasingly at me. Honestly…can’t I just have a day without a headache. “If I did, you would just leave right after, leaving me all alone in this empty tower.”

“Then what do you propose?” I inquired.

“Well… I want to join your little fiasco.”

“*HISS*” the cats hissed at her. They really don’t like her.

I narrowed my eyes on her. I can’t deny that she would be really useful if she joined us. But on the contrary, the people of the anti-wizard organization would look at us in a not so good light. Tonka is my main problem. If I let her in, Toonka will follow me until the end of the world for, quote-on-quote, “betraying him.”

I don’t need more problems. But his majesty would kill me if he found out I didn’t recruit her in. Luck isn't on my side this time.

“You can join.”

“Oh, I knew you wouldn't let me—wait, what?” she paused, looking at me incredulously. “What did you say?”

“I said you can join,” I repeated.

“...”

“...”

“...”

“I CAN JOIN?!?!?!?”

We flinched back.

Jeez… Wasn’t it her idea in the first place? Why is she acting like this after I said yes? Honestly… I’ll never understand a woman’s mind.

“..yes,” I said slowly to not ignite another yell.

She jumped up and down while squealing in excitement.

“Oh, I have to go and pack my things!” she summoned her staff, with a swing in the air she started to disappear the same way she appeared. “See you soon love! Next time I’ll ask for your ring size!~”

“Oh, and little Mueller?” she spoke to the boy hiding behind me.

“Yes..!” he shrieked.

“Open up Ground Zero for Cale, will you?” She then fully vanished.

“*sigh…*” I turn to look at Mueller. “Well? Are you going to open ground zero, or not?”

“Ah! Y-yes, right away!” he scurried off to do what he was told.

What have I gotten myself into?

"Human, do you want me to obliviate her?"

"No!"

Fin

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[agepl0yer]

tell me im in trouble - soldier boy

warnings - dom!ben, brat!reader, brat tamer!ben, gentle but rough ben, consensual slaps, daddy kink, perv!ben, panties sniffing, insecure!reader

words - 635

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you’re so pretty when you take control.

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you twirl on the balls of your feet, ben’s eyes following your every step.

“ben? please? im so sorry, I won’t be a brat! coomeee on!”

ben smirks as he runs his hand through your hair

“we both know that’s a lie, you’re a full on brat.”

you stomp on your feet as you huff

“ben! come ooon!”

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“be good for me yeah?”

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“you’re teasing me now stop!”

ben smiles as he gently traces your jaw, kissing your cheek as he then leaves trails of kisses on your jaw.

“you’re such an ass ben!”

“shhh, be good, be good for me and good things will happen.”

you pushed at ben’s chest, full of lust and neediness.

“ben, come on! i want to f-“

all of sudden, ben picked you up, hand on your ass, you over his shoulder

“you’re in trouble.”

you giggle in excitement.

ben places you on the bed roughly as you giggle.

“do your worst daddy, break me like a curse.”

ben smirks as he throws you over his knee

“you wanna talk to me like that huh, count for me.”

a rough slap lands on your bottom by bens large hand, you whine in pleasure, ben smirks.

you count.

(a couple slaps later, you’re still a bit bratty and giggly.)

“so good for me, aren’t you?”

you cross your wrists together as you smirk up at ben

ben ties your wrists together, making it tight with the ribbons he took from your hair.

“you’re safe with me.”

ben places his large hands on either side of your hips as he gently pulls forward, a groan escapes him as you whine.

“mm, you playing this game ben? you heard me earlier didn’t you? break me.”

“you’re digging your own grave you little devil.”

ben slowly speeds up, teasing you as you huff and whine

“bennnn!”

then he slams into you.

mumbles come out of you, making a mess.

“such trouble aren’t you, beautiful?”

you claw at the back of ben as he groans

“harder ben!”

“alright, you little brat.”

your legs bend as ben slams harder and deeper

you cry out.

ben kisses over your face as he smiles.

“so so so pretty, aren’t you? so gorgeous for me, all pretty faced.”

you giggle shyly even while naked infront of him.

ben scoops you up as you squeal, he kisses the side of your head.

“you’re safe with me, just don’t be no trouble for me.”

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a couple weeks later, your favourite pair of black panties were missing, the one you had one last time you had fun with ben.

“ben? where are you, i can’t find my panties.”

no answer

‘he must be out with butcher and poor hughie’ you thought.

until there was a particular groan that came from Ben’s room.

“ben?” you push the door open, and there he was.

your face went beet red, embarrassed and a bit insecure.

ben was stuffing his face with your panties, his nose shoved into the middle of your panties, soaked in with the smell of you.

“um, ben, what are you doing?”

ben smirks, he licks his lips.

“you always walk around with this smell? god help me.”

“I don’t smell that good ben, yuck stop.”

bens smirk faltered a little bit, he narrowed his eyes.

“you don’t believe me? your boyfriend, the one who worships the ground for you?”

“i mean, my ex-“

“don’t worry about those guys, bunch of weak men, i love the way you taste, smell, look, everything. you’re my god.”

you cover your face in a bit of shy moment

“oh my gosh ben.”

ben practically falls to his knees as he smirks up at you.

“want me to show you?”

you glance down at him, face full of embarrassment and a bit turned on.

“bennn.”

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[legend-the-dumb-jock]

@musclejedi7 You wanted to be a big dumb ginger. And not just that. A big dumb bodybuilding ginger. Meet Kevin. Tired of living his life in his pale skin. Tired of his fiery red hair. He came to me and wished he could be someone else. Someone not this. And all I needed was a willing man to put in his body. With a snap of my fingers the two of you make a permanent body swap. Kevin kept his body strong. Hitting the gym all the time whenever he could but one of the things he didn’t like was that he could gain the muscle mass he wanted. Aside from his other issues he had with his body. But that’s ok. You’re Kevin now. You look down and see his tight abs. His pecs. His chest hair that travels down his furry navel to his ginger bushed package. Legs coated in blondish red hair. Something you can see until you stand in the sun and all leading down to some large ginger feet that had to be a size 15. You have a neatly trimmed beard and you look young. You can’t be more than 23. But you’re finally in the finger body you always wanted. And you can see yourself doing great things in this body.

But you want to be body builder size. In a red heads body. So enjoy this size while you can. Over the next week you’re going to be changing. A pounds or two here and there. Aging up a few months here. A couple days there. Your new body is force muscle mass onto it. Becoming a true muscle freak of nature.

Day three you wake up and you can’t help but take a picture. You’ve exploded with muscle. Sure you look like you’re 32 now but you have packed on 50 pounds of muscle. More defined pecs and larger arms. The sweating is easily managed as long as you use a lot of deodorant. And even your hair has managed to get redder. Your shoes are starting to get tight tho and it kind of worrying you. In your first day in your new body you went to find some more comfortable shoes but it was impossible to find anything for these big flippers.

But the end of your first week you’re even larger than before. Well over a hundred pounds than when you first got trapped in this body for the rest of your life. The sweating became unmanageable after day three. Even deodorant no longer worked on the musky sweaty. You sweat so much now that the deodorant just rolled off your thicker body. You had gained welled over 100 pounds of pure muscle during the week. You started wearing a hat all the time as your woke up on day 5 completely bald. And your body got even hairier after that. It’s like you were constantly juicing steroids even though you never touched a single drug. And your worse fear came to pass on day four. Working out and your shoes split as you seen your toes wiggling and stretching. You still haven’t been able to find a store that hold a size 20 for you. And your height topped at 6’5”. Even your pants couldn’t contain the massive member you had anymore. And when you did find a pair you had to do what you could to not get hard. And that was a challenge in itself as what seemed to be the constant juicing left your horny all the time and ready to release. But this is what you wanted right. Trapped as big body building ginger. The only problem now is your smarts. Maybe we should tackle that in week two ? I think a loss 5 iq points everyday for a week will fix you right up !

[eldritch-spouse]

Imagine how scary it would be to not only be kidnapped by a plushie that was given to you, but to be taken to a monster who doesn’t even speak the same language as you 😭 like I would be so confused tbh. Tristalis can still get it tho

[It's just a mess from start to finish.]

It was just a silly yellow thing.

You remember the stupid plush exactly how he was given to you. A rather large but very charming yellow demonoid, with dotted white, red and blue patterns on its horns and bifurcated tail. Those salmon cross eyes and that teal smile bore right into your heart. It was so cute and so silly that you ignored everything else.

Ignored the fact that a three-headed stranger had just sat beside you on the bus and awkwardly tried to incite conversation in spite of a glaringly obvious language barrier. He kept... Well, one of his heads kept staring at you. You didn't even know what kind of monster he was, it was meant to be a quick trip, people never usually bothered you on the bus. You just tried pretending to get up and call someone, when he grabbed you by the forearm.

You were going to scream.

If he hadn't put that plush in your hands.

You begrudgingly fished for your wallet, just wanting it all to be over, when the strange monster stopped you.

" Nuh-uh. " " No. " " Yours. "

" Pretty doll- " " -for- " " -pretty girl. "

The stranger stressed, the most successful communication attempt thus far, as well as the first flirt that actually kind of landed.

And God damn you. Free plushies are hard to resist.

You're no fool, however. As soon as the two of you had parted ways, you searched the thing up and down. Jostling the crocheted doll revealed no odd noises or suspicious weight. It was sewn well, didn't exude smells- You even checked for a possible camera on its little collar. Nothing. Part of you was tempted to open it, just to be sure, but you wouldn't be able to close it on your own afterwards.

Point is, throughout the days that you had kept this doll, nothing seemed amiss. You've rewinded, time and time again, all the moments you've had it, and there was never any indication that the plushie was anything other than just that.

So how?

How are you currently being held hostage by a creature that looks exactly like a giant, monstrous version of it?! In your own home, no less!

The stupid thing doesn't even understand you!

Everytime you scream at their doughy yellow face, all they do is pat your hair and offer you different belongings around your bedroom, as if you're some bored toddler throwing a tantrum.

Given enough gesturing, they understand things like needing to eat and take care of other necessities, but everything else is either willfully ignored or simply met with a vacant stare.

The plush kept carrying you like a safely secured baby as they stared out every which window in your home, seeming lost and vaguely stressed at times. You get the strange feeling it wants to take you somewhere but doesn't feel confident enough. Maybe because it's plain daylight, and a scene would surely be guaranteed.

At some point, against all better judgement, you tired of trying to escape from the hold of the yarn creature and dozed off in their soft arms.

The language barrier persists, but when you wake enough to see a three-headed, star man looming by your doorway, you think he understands you're cussing him out all the same.

[yona049]

𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Part 5

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

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Disclaimer!

>Mentions of abuse

>Trauma or some emotional duress

>Themes of entrapment

>mentions of violence

>Relationship that some might find problematic.

>Work of fiction!!! Not to be taken seriously.

>This has evolved into its own story, if its not something you're interested in, feel free to skip this one and check out some other fics on my page! °v°

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A gentle song played on the organ, loud enough to echo through the water-filled cave but soft enough to preserve the delicate nature of the song.

The cave was decorated with golden accents and hundreds of candles, tho only a select few candles were lit. Just enough to illuminate the shimmering lake below.

Y/n slept in a shell shaped bed with a bird at the foot of it. A black mesh curtain hung over her, obscuring ber view from what lay ahead.

Y/n's eyes opened slowly as her mind registered the events that transpired. After a second her body jolted upright and she's aware of her surroundings.

The organ still played slowly as her chest heaved rapidly. She's quick to jump out of the bed, keeping from making too much noise.

After untangling herself from the black curtain she looks around unsure of where she was.

To her side was a tall, golden, candle stand that came up to her shoulders. She blew out the candles on top and then took hold of the stand as if it were a baseball bat.

Not realizing its weight, she lifted it with too much ease. Wax from the still hot candles, splashed onto her bare shoulders and onto the costume she still wore after the Opera.

Her breathing hitched and she clenches her teeth, keeping a painful yelp from escaping.

After the wax droplets cooled on her skin, her thoughts returned to the problem at hand.

With delicate dancer's feet, she walks across the path towards the direction of the music.

Making her way up some stairs she peeked over to see the organ, more importantly the man playing it. His hair in perfect shape and the same clothing, without the cloak.

As she walked, she passed scattered fabrics and sewing equipment. Materials matching her costume. One red thread in particular, stood out, not matching the color of the material.

Y/n glances down at the seam of the costume going up her torso, to see a rushed seam, threaded into her dress with the same red thread.

"He tailored it to fit me..?" she whispers as her brain worked out what happened.

She continues towards the organ, only to see her target had vanished.

"It was an urgent fix." he replies to her muttered observation.

She jumps at his voice, startled by how close he'd gotten without her noticing. Her stance turns defensive with her head low and shoulders braced.

"I needed the costume to fit you perfectly."

He stood in front of her, eyes focused on her movements.

She swings the candle stand and keeps distance between them.

How did he know her measurements? Unless he had some piece of her clothing.

"Stay back! Or I swear I'll hurt you!"

Phantom didn't react. Only watched her defensive stance. He knew she'd have questions. What he didn't expect was her hateful gaze.

"Where are we? Why did you bring me here?" she yells as her eyes make quick glances for an exit.

She spots a large open gate on the other side of the water, but that observation took her attention off the Phantom.

He quickly grabs the candle stand making her gasp from fright.

"We're safe. That's all that matters." he says in a calm tone.

Not willing to tempt fate, she drops the candle stand and bolted.

Barefoot she runs down the stairs and straight into the knee deep water.

She trudged through the water as fast as she could, almost swimming. But Phantom was faster.

He pulled the lever down causing the drop gate to descend. Not fast, but fast enough for Y/n to miss her exit.

"NO!" She yells grabbing onto the iron bars that kept her from escape.

"Let me out!" she growls putting her back to the gate with one hand holding her dress up.

Phantom walked towards her, slow enough for her to know she could run if she needed to.

"If you go that way, all you'll find is rubble, and you'll get stuck in the Maze of hallways."

He makes it to right infront of her, before he stops looking down at her frightened face.

"Then I'll ask you again, Phantom!" her words hard and to the point.

"Where are we?" she barked.

Phantom calculated his response for a moment. Then he gave in and sighed in defeat. He knew what he had to do.

"I'll show you. On the condition, you listen to what I have to say, and at the very least, put on something warm."

His words caught Y/n off gaurd. Her face goes from pure anger, to softened confusion. He cared for her? Why?

She looked back at the long stretching hallway behind her, many different ways she could get lost and starve to death trying to find her way back out.

Without thinking, she bit onto her thumb nail. A stressed habit.

She looked back into his eyes. Those pleading eyes eyes that were begging for her to give him one chance.

This made a thought pop into her head. To 'Read the words that come from your partners eyes.' Something Erik said to do.

She looks directly at the man infront of her, finding the meaning behind his words. Her head slowly nods up and down, after a long pause of silence.

Phantom's gaze softened and his lips almost turned to a smile. He turned away from her and trudged through the water back to the stairs.

A little stumble made him suddenly stop and wince, grabbing his leg.

Y/n's subconscious reaction was to jump forward and help. But then she remembered who she was with and quickly retracted her hand.

Instead, she opted to only ask. "Are you alright?"

Phantom steadied himself with a deep breath, then continued walking.

"Just an old wound, my dear."

Another thought pops into Y/n's head. Or rather, a twinge of familiarity. But she couldn't place it. His worded mannerisms, movements. Simply the way he walked? It was so familiar.

Shaking the thought off, she walks back to solid ground where phantom gave her some clothes of his.

She wore a white shirt and black trousers along with a thick heavy coat to keep warm. A familiar smell came from them, mixed in with the dust accumulated over some time. But again, she couldn't place it.

After she was semi-fitted for the cold Paris air. Phantom lead her through many halls, twisted paths and up a large almost infinite staircase.

Slowly, the walls turned to greyed lime stone and extravagant statues came to view. Y/n's heart burned with denial watching the familiar red velvet seats come to view.

A fallen chandelier in the center of the large room, and ashes painted over any and all nearby objects. Heavy statues on the verge of giving way and debris risking a dangerous fall. They stood on the stage looking over a burnt Palais Garnier.

Her hands clasped over her mouth, and her heartache turned to long awaited tears. Her home, reduced to debris and ashes. Doomed never to shine with golden musical theater, again. Memories burnt to nothing.

She sobs into her hands and finally her knees buckle in on themselves.

Erik stood behind her. All he wanted was to hold her close, hold her until her tears ran dry and her sadness faded, never to return.

"W-why did you bring me here!? To see what your distraction caused! Does seeing me cry bring you joy?"

Her breathing rapid once again and she clenched onto the cloak. Panic, Stress, anxiety! All of the sudden, her trauma came flooding back.

Triggers all around her. The burnt beam's on the stage. The crushed glass pieces of the chandelier. Even the thought of going backstage to their rooms made her shudder.

This is where she spent days training with her father, where he spent years slamming her child body into walls if she danced incorrectly.

This is where she, Christine, Meg, as young girls, snuck out to watch the rich ladies in sparkling dresses come in, to see the adult performers.

All because one person couldn't wait! One person couldn't let go of a girl he loved and didn't love him in return. A deformed face, a beautiful singing voice, experienced in all things theater!

She stood up suddenly and spun around to look at him. Her glittering tears flying through the air.

Her thoughts crashed together and aimed to one person.

"Why ERIK! Why!"

Her words echoed powerfully through the Opera house. His name repeating over and over until they faded out.

At first, Y/n was taken aback at her own words. An undermined thought she'd never thought to explore or question. But it all lined up too perfectly.

Perhaps she knew from the start. When she pulled him from the fire. When he avoided the question of his past. Violent tendencies. His love for Christine. But in Y/n's love for all things, how could she just leave him.

Phantom only watched her, both of their hearts pounding in sync. His head drops down, not looking at her.

"Y/n.." he barely whispers.

"Don't! Don't say anything!" she hushed him immediately. Making everything silent so she could hear her own speeding thoughts.

She walks closer to him. A creaking from her footsteps on stage, and hesitation in her movements.

Suddenly she was face to face with him, the monster? The man she grew to love?

Her hands move to his and mask. A slowly lift from the bottom. Time moved slow, as the air shifted. Finally, Erik appears before her again.

"Look at me Erik." her voice cracks at her demand.

Erik is slowly to meet her eyes. His guilt burnt so bright. But his need for her forgiveness simmered in a sliver of tears.

Y/n was angry, so incredibly angry. The man infront of her was both a deceiver, and a liar! But he was also her roommate, her colleague, her love.

" 'Read the words that come from your partners eyes', that's what you told me, remember?" She repeats a bit of advice she got from none other than Erik.

She takes his jaw, nor harshly, but enough to emphasize her anger.

"So read my eyes now."

Erik Stood strong for a moment, looking at her. Reading her every emotion and thought with clear understanding. Wet eyes, opposing to the fire burning within them.

"You want an explanation." he says plainly, his large cloak waving heavily in the wind behind him, engulfing her.

"If I'd told you, the day of the fire. You'd have reacted worse than you are now. I was so very ready to leave the inn that night. Prepared to leave everything and go search for my angel of music."

He finally touches her cheek. A black leather glove brushing over her now frosted tears.

"Then my savior stood at the windowsill. Crying for a love who should've been in my place. And I couldn't leave."

He chuckles deeply as his other hand joins the one on her cheek.

"If you know how easily you can command me, just by looking at me with those tearful eyes, I'd be at your mercy. An eternal slave."

He held her face delicately, making sure her attention was on nothing but him. A little furious hamster in the palms of his hands.

"Christine was my angel of music. But you're the goddess of every beat from my heart."

A slow kiss onto her head as he beacons her ever closer with the smooth voice she'd become addicted to.

"You've captured my soul, my darling Y/n. And you've enslaved me to your every tear. I love you."

He confesses in a small ice covered whisper.

She knew, more than anything she couldn't forgive him so easily. She stood there, holding that haunting mask in her hand, knowing how much pain and desire such a mask bought.

His hands on her cheeks, carefully holding her like the most precious rose.

She felt her lip quiver before quickly biting down on it, trying to keep her heart contained for a little longer.

"And if I don't love you? If I still love Aloïs?" she lied though her teeth. Selfishly testing his answer. Searching for any reason to leave her yearning heart behind in the snow.

"Then I'll simply have to use every ounce of my power to convince you to spend an eternity of this, before your eyes. A haunted face that holds horror, and a soul where distortion lies."

All she needed to hear was that. That he'd fight for her and not simply let her go again. She clenched her teeth, there was one last thing she had to be sure of.

"And.. Christine?"

Erik paused for another second, carefully lifting his hands away to scuffle in his pocket. Two rings. Aloïs's and Christine's layed in his palm.

As if it was the easiest decision he made, he simply twisted his wrist diagonally. Dropping the two jewels into the dust and snow.

"She may have had my heart once. But you carry it now."

Y/n glanced down at the rings. Perhaps selfishly, she laughed, and quickly pushed her palm over her eyes, wiping the tears off her eyelashes.

"You're such a fool, such a horrid lier, quick to anger, quick to fight! Quick to capture my heart."

She took a small breath, not being able to stop the smile that forced itself onto her lips.

"I love you too."

[tainbocuailnge]

so I haven't touched arknights in like. about a year or so, but it sounds like Crownslayer is a gravel style opp? Which. idk back when I was playing Gravel was still an incredible unit for her ability to be dropped and just stall someone for a bit. and crownslayer having stun and evasion, as well as being able to provide evasion to other units, sounds like a similar style of insane??? idk why people are saying she's bad she sounds bonkers

(tho I might be wrong, like I said I've not touched the game since like Il Sira)

the problem is that people have developed a completely warped idea of what an executor specialist is supposed to look like because texas and yato are not actually good representatives of the subclass.

the game started with gravel and projekt red, and waai fu was added early in year 1. gravel is built to facetank damage with her massive shield and to this day she remains undefeated in that role. red meanwhile is more damage oriented, meant to chip away at medium-threat targets with her s1 or do a bit of crowd control with her s2. waai fu follows this philosophy of having some defensive utility on her s1 (an atk debuff) to let her 1v1 medium-damage priority targets and crowd control utility on s2 (inflicting silence). their damage was never crazy high, their use was in crowd control including plugging leaks, reducing incoming damage through methods like debuffs or just baiting attacks, and taking out priority targets like elite casters or guerilla heralds at a lower cost than throwing a whole dreadnought guard at it.

then phantom released around the first anniversary as the first 6* of the archetype and his skills cover every job that you would previously need separate specialists for. his s1 tanks physical damage, his s2 lets him quickly handle medium-threat targets, and his s3 has crowd control in a large area. phantom on release was genuinely the pinnacle of fast-redeploy specialists because he was all of the other fast-redeploys in one, and you could deploy him twice to boot. despite this he still left reason to use the others instead of him if you really needed a specific bit of utility, and gravel in particular made it so his s1 was rarely actually used because she was just better at it. I consider this a good thing from a game design perspective, but I also believe this created this idea that phantom is (was) the best executor because he has more damage than the other executors, instead of because he's 2-4 utility units in a trenchcoat. phantom is an executor that is two executors.

in year 2 kafka released and she stuck with this idea of chipping away at enemies and doing funny crowd control with her weird range and sleep debuff. in philosophy she's still exactly what executors were originally supposed to be, bringing a new angle to the concept that doesn't clash with what the others were doing. kafka is an executor that is an executor.

skip forward to year 4 and we get texas, who despite everything still retains the shadow of the original spirit of the subclass. she has silence utility, she has the ability to pick off targets, she has crowd control. but it's year 4 and she's a limited operator, so she also deals more damage than all previous executors combined could ever dream of and also hits air with her stuns because we introduced an enemy gimmick where you want anti-air stuns since we last made an executor. her s2 does more single target dps than surtr s3 or so i've been told. texas is really more like a high damage guard cosplaying as an executor.

then only half a year after texas they bring in yato who just straight up does not even have utility, all she does is infinite fucking damage and her crowd control is killing the crowd dead. she's not an executor in the original sense, she's some other thing, like how mountain is a brawler that is not a brawler. but because she and texas released so closely together and both do so much damage, people now think that an executor's job is to deal a lot of damage and that the utility on texas is a bonus instead of part of the original conceit.

and it's this warped idea of executors that crownslayer is being compared to. crownslayer is doing exactly what executors have been doing from the start, namely taking out medium-threat priority targets, reducing incoming damage, and providing crowd-control utility. she's an executor that is an executor, same as phantom, but where phantom combined the at the time existing executors into his kit crownslayer instead looks at the functionality that executors are meant to provide and approaches it from a different angle. obviously I haven't actually used her myself because she just released on CN but on paper she looks incredibly well designed for her job of being an executor

[lanadelnegan]

season 9/10 Negan smut where reader and him are fuck buddies (negan is kinda catching feelings tho) and reader sucks him off in his cell 😫

Lip Gloss

S10/11 Negan x Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, NSFW, oral (m receiving)

"There's my girl." Negan grins at you from the dim light of his cell as you appear from the top of the stairs.

"I'm not your girl, Negan."

"Not yet." He stands up, making his way towards me. When he gets close enough, he grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me closer to him until I'm flush against the cold bars.

My lips crash against his and I moan into his mouth. He just finished lunch earlier and the taste of a sweet apple still lingers on his tongue. It's been a little over a week since we last touched and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't given myself an orgasm every night to the thought of him. But it doesn't compare to how he makes me feel. I've never had a man touch me the way Negan does and I can't help but coming back for more.

"I'm gonna need you on your knees, y/n. Now."

I drop to my knees in front of him without hesitation and find myself eye-level with the large bulge in his pants. I quickly unzip him and pull out his semi-hard cock before giving it a few strokes. It grows to full length in my hand and I lick his tip teasingly.

"Keep teasing me and see where that gets you, baby." He grins down at me.

I take a moment to admire him before taking him into my mouth. I want to enjoy this as much as he will. I caress his heavy balls in my hand and bite my lip at the sight of his prominent veins spread throughout his cock.

I glance up at him before lifting his cock and stroking my tongue across his balls, taking one into my mouth and lightly sucking.

He watches me proudly, his eyes blown with lust. "Holyyy shit, look at you, my dirty girl."

"Not your girl, Negan." I remind him while licking my tongue up his shaft.

He reaches down to tuck some hair behind me ear and rubs his thumb lovingly across my cheek. "Keep telling yourself that, doll."

His tip is red, throbbing, and dripping with precum. I hold his cock in my hand and guide the tip across my upper and lower lip like I'm applying lip gloss.

"Goddamn, y/n. That is one hell of a sight."

My precum coated lips allow his dick to slide past them with ease and I don't stop until I feel the tip of him touch the back of my throat. He's so big that my hand still completely fits around the part that I can't fit in my mouth. And he's so fucking thick that it's hard to get my mouth comfortably around him, but I make it work because all I want to do right now is make this man feel good.

I close my lips around him and moan with him still in the back of my throat before pulling back slightly. I begin to suck him at a steady pace and his loud moans fill the empty room around us.

His fingers grip my hair roughly as he pushes my head further on his cock, making my eyes fill with tears. I jerk my head back and take a deep breath.

"What's wrong, darlin'? You were doing So. Good." He laughs, guiding my head back towards him.

I take him in my mouth again and suck harder and faster.

"Oh, Fuck, doll. You're gonna make me fucking cum." His breathing grows erratic. "You want it down your throat, baby?"

I nod my head desperately, sucking him like I need his cum to survive.

He lets out a few more loud, raspy moans before angling my head upwards by tugging on the back of my hair.

"I want to watch you swallow my fucking load, baby. You ready?"

His hip thrusts stop abruptly as he lets out a deep, animalistic groan. "Ah, FUCK. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck, baby."

With each "fuck" he says - warm, salty liquid shoots from his tip, filling my mouth completely. I savor the taste of him for a moment before swallowing it down and moaning with satisfaction.

At least I know I'd never die of thirst if we ever get lost together. I could drink his cum and be just fine.

He pulls me back up by my chin and I lean forward to kiss him, letting him taste his juices on my tongue.

"Mmm, baby. We taste So. Good. together."

I glare at him. "It's not happening, Negan. Stop trying to make this something it's not."

"No worries, darlin'." He smirks against my lips. "I've got all the time in the world."

Thank you for the request! Hope you like it. <3

xoxo

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

GOD chapter 59 was SO GOOD n i have a lot to say so sending an ask instead of leaving it on the post.

i /love/ when you make things hyper detailed, because your shading techniques are so much fun to sit n stare at and soak in for a while. that being said, the coloring of the wine spilling is what does it for me this time. it still would have been really cool in bw, but not as cool as seeing all the shades of red over the dark blue bg. you did the glass really well too!! I don't think there's a noticeable difference between the wine color inside and outside the glass which is fine bc it's clear, so it RLY makes me appreciate the lighting you have around the glass rim to show the edge in contrast. that tiny little detail makes the image for me. stellar work. i love it

also i do wanna throw in appreciation for the handwritten serif. super well done at first glance it did look like you'd jus typed it out. idk what texture you have on the brush you use for words but it's rly nice to look at up close.

i think the color kinda tipped me off but i waffled bc i couldn't remember if either of his parents spoke in serif font and was a bit daunted to dig thru 50+ chapters to confirm who it was if it didn't turn out to be them. i'm glad i looked at your tags tho haha saved me the trouble. what a way to end the act too!! i read this one on my phone and was scrolling thru the images at full size and after four or so i kept expecting it to cut off. it was a very pleasant surprise to have it keep going, worth the wait to have a longer chapter :)

maybe it jus wasn't meant to be a la sabo getting the letter from sally. it might have to be stelly after all tho there are things that come before then. what a bad time to have one or both of his parents speak to him for the first time that night. oof can't wait for the next act lets goooo

Oh wowww what a beautifully long review!

Thanks so much im glad you like how it turned out, i’m really happy with it, too! Ive never drawn fluids like this before, but i really needed this page to have that extra kick because it was such a short one.

Because i couldnt figure out how to make this moment look slow mo with multiple different panels on one page, I really wanted to make a piece that is like,, frozen in time instead.

A page like this, you can keep on it as long as you’d like. You can make it as slow mo as you want it to be.

The serif lettering is that of outlook’s!

I dont know if you can see the difference between this and my usual handwriting, but it’s supposed to look taller. Higher up. Neater. Cleaner. (Still my handwriting though so like so actually neat or clean, but you know like,,, in comparison to the norm.)

His dad only talks in one scene, and his mother has never said anything yet, so i dont blame you if you couldnt find it. In my. Large repertoire of chapters ive accumulated.

I definitely felt the same about the pages when drawing them. But probably the opposite feeling lol. Mine was more like “ugh i forgot theres so many. How many more of these do I have to get through??? How did i do this the first act ending with 11 pages???”

Im so glad you guys are on the edge of your seats with the letter :)

Thanks for the ask!

[chemerr2]

i’m not sure if you’re taking requests but…. if you are comfy with it, could you please supply the thirsty jeff sluts with a smut? :,)

plot could be something where y/n and jeff don’t get along at all and constantly fight but one night they just say fuck it and give in to each other and😏😏😏 but like hateful maybe.. but still passionate🤭

hi sorry anon i’ve been MIA lol but i haven’t given up writing tho.

a/n: i like this request and hateful sex with jeff is indefinitely sexy 🙈

warnings: rough sex like..very rough sex, degrading, reader cries, cumshot and a bunch of swearing.

god you hated the way his eyes pierced into the back of your head after you walk pass him or how he purposely tried to trip you up but you caught yourself in time before falling face first on the hard dirty floor. He picks with everyone, but you’re his favorite victim to terrorize when you try to enjoy your evening;minding your business.

It wasn’t too long before you got fed up and started to yell at him for how he treats you: the rude and offhandedly comments he makes about you for literally just existing. But you expressing your discomfort didn’t cause any realization to what he was doing..it just went one ear out the other. He’d continue to fuck with you all day by saying mean things, taking or moving your things around and doing something reall petty. It’s only fair that you start to mirror his actions and attitude, right? when you did: oh boy jeff was far from pissed, he wanted to paint his bedroom wall red with your brains after you start doing the same shit he does to you; to him.

you push him around, nudge him, make fun of him, purposely take the last of everything so he sits there like a angry pup watching you eat the last of his food. How you break his things and call him names 10x hurtful than the ones he’s called you beforehand. He HATED this treatment, he hated the way his own medicine tasted so he decided to spit it out by busting into your room: head full of shit to do and say to you.

as your sitting on your bed doing nothing, he barges in your room, looking down at you. “what the fuck? get out my room.” you say annoyed, beyond pissed he had the audacity to even touch your doorknob. “you’re stinking up my laundry” you chuckle to yourself but when he slams your bedroom door you look over at him and he’s still peering down at you. No matter how pale and damaged his skin is: in the face you can see him turn red out of anger and the way his brows are practically connected from being furrowed. Now you’re beyond nervous and angry, because: One. what are his intentions? Two. You don’t want him in your room!! but jeff doesn’t know what a no is anyways, he rejects the rejection. Looking back at him— he starts to speak— and to no avail, straight bullshit comes out his dirty trap “i’m tired of you talking to me crazy and saying the fucked up ass shit” he inches closer “sometimes you just need to shut the fuck up, y/n” he got close to where his abdomen was touching yours from the way his posture is horribly constructed but he was still close enough for you to feel his hot breath washing over your mixed face of emotions.

in a whiff: he grabs your backside, squeezing your fat, spongy ass in his large, coarse hands; dirty nails digging deep into your skin. — pulling you close to him. You can’t lie to yourself anymore.. you had to admit: his deep and raspy voice turned you on. Especially when he yelled at you and laughed in your face. His voice was alluring in a way; definitely when he hurt your feelings. So you didn’t fight back when he slipped one of his hands underneath your shirt. With no bra on: he began fondling your tits and rubbing over your nipples with his thumb. No words were said as he began helping himself to your body: licking your tits, sucking them, biting your nipples, pinching them, slapping your tits around, grabbing your ass cheeks and spreading them while your still in your pajama pants. Finally, he’s done playing around! your shirt is barely off all the way; only being partially off to get a view of your tits. your chest is wet with his spit and you swear your pussy juice is sliding down your leg from how wet you are.

you lay yourself down on the bed, being submissive. Jeff unbuckles his belt: letting his pants hit the floor on its on and you were stunned at his..length. For someone who talks a lot of shit like jeff— you weren’t expecting him to carry a vast pack of dick around in those horrid skinny jeans he wears. He looks at you through his lengthy black locks before aggressively stripping your pajama pants off your body. He sees your full, meaty pussy soaping and slobbering for his dick. “no bra..no panties, you really are fucking nasty.” his words meant nothing before so why are they making you horny now? positioning himself between your legs, he began slapping his tip between the wet substance that covered your pussy. He wanted to tease you..knowing you were loving this and needing it— needing his cock in your tight pussy so it can hug him and grip his brick hard cock. Jeff relentlessly teased you by slowly slipping his tip in and out your pussy, barely putting an inch of his cock inside your. Seeing how impatient and annoyed you were getting by the expressions on your face nd the look your giving him, made his cock throb and his balls wiggle with excitement. He bent down to your ear and grabbed both your wrist with his hands “you really want this dick then you better beg for it.” jeff gruffly whispered before kissing your neck with his tongue— putting himself back upright while looking down at your body, exposed and just for him. You were stubborn, especially when it came to demands but you couldn’t help yourself when he dragged his cock along your clit and used his thumb to rub harsh circles on it.

“please..” your moan dragged your word out like saliva. “please what?” jeff bantered with you while you were in a submissive state. “fuck me, please” jeff laughs at your eagerness before he rammed his dock deep into your pit. You cry out loud as the stretch of his cock was greater than your last— dick was fat and an inch bigger than average. 20 minutes hadn’t pass and he’s already kissing your cervix with his red tip. Your wailing moans and cries— he was reaching far back into your pussy, touching depths of it you never knew would be there. In desperate attempts: you try and push him off you,, hands on his abdomen as he’s drilling you in like a nail. “FUCK! jeff” your cunt was so tightly packed with his girth that it felt like he got stuck at times “you givin up? s’too much for ya? hm?” he said through clenched teeth.

“i hate you..bastard” you moaned out trying to keep what little of morality you have left inside you. Grabbing on his hair and pulling him close as he fucks you into the mattress with each thrust resulting in you hitting your head against the hard wall. His dick ramming into you and slipping out became a routine in the last 30 minutes before he grabbed your throat and started mate fucking you against your bedroom wall and on your bed; foreheads against one another and he’s looking into your eyes but you can’t see nothing but hate and lust. A sadistic smile on his face as he pulls his cock and cums all over your belly and pussy— leaving it gasping and clenching for air. Pulling back he let’s go of your neck and stays on the edge of the bed catching his breath..mumbling something before putting his pants on and leaving out your room.

[dilfl0v3rss]

NAH CUZ THIS ONE CAME OUTTA NOWHERE BUT-

painter!Onyankopon 🧐🧐🧐🧐wat do we thinkkkkkkkk

who wanna paint his pretty lil girlfriend up as a bday gift but thingz start escalating-

you ATEEEEE

“you done?” you asked excitedly as you laid naked on the bed. ony sitting in front of you with a chair and painting set while he gave you a petty eye roll. “mama you only been sitting here for ten minutes. what you think?” he sighed, pencil in hand as he sketched your pretty body onto his cavas. your boyfriend was a very talented and well known artist. he’s had his work shown in many different art museums around the world and you couldn’t be any prouder of him.

people have paid unbelievable prices for his beautiful paintings and even more for customs. you’ve been with him through it all and even though you never said it, ony could always see how entranced you’d look when he’d bring you with him as his “assistant” and decided there was no better time to finally let you shine than your birthday.

“m’almost done wit the first part sexy. just need you to stay still f’me so i get get it done and start mixing my colors for your pretty skin ‘kay?” you nodded your head, apologizing for the movement as you sat as still as you could on your knees. back facing him as you kept your head to the side so he could get your side profile. another ten minutes when by and ony was finally done with the sketch. quietly pulling his paints out to mix them together for your beautiful complexion. “red? maybe lighter like orange? ma you know the color of your undertones?” he asked, while holding up the red and orange paint bottles.

you turned your head a little more so he could see your face, quizzical look already telling him everything he needed to know. “can you put on some music tho? if ima be sitting here like this, i wanna at least have sum playing” ony nodded his head before opening your phone and going to the first playlist he saw, but you already know what he chose when poison by brent faiyaz began to play through the speaker on the bed. the sex playlist.

you didn’t mind it though, humming along to the music as ony continued to work behind his large canvas.

as your music played it was suddenly getting harder for your man to focus. hands beginning to sweat at just the slightest glance of your oiled back. ‘wonder if she oiled the front of her body too’ dirty thoughts clouded ony’s brain as he watched you mindlessly move your hips to the music. “stay still mama. you making this hard f’me” he mumbled as he eyed your neck, then your beautiful shoulders down to your smooth back, stopping at the sight of your beautifully brown ass.

before he knew it, ony was slowly walking up behind you. lightly pushing your back down before rubbing with the swell of your ass. “you changed your mind againnn? now how long is it gon take for you to sketch thissss?” you whined, not thinking anything of his actions until you felt his print brush against your bare pussy. “you so pretty mama” his hands rubbed all over your back, letting the oil spread to his fingers and clothes as he leaned down to kiss from your back to your neck. “wanna put my dick in you, jus the tip ‘cause i still got work t’do”

you nodded your head, already in a lust filled daze as you felt him continue to rub against you with his clothed dick. ony lifted you off the bed slightly by the front of your neck. “can i mama? you gon let me make you feel good?” his whispers went straight to your core. legs already growing weak as you moaned out a weak “yes”. with that ony lightly bent you back over, freeing his dick from his sweats before lining up with your wet entrance.

“j-just the tip right?” your voice was small as you looked back at him. a small smirk made its way to his face as he watched your pretty face contort, dick sinking deep into you before he started thrusting at a steady pace. “you know better than to be believing shit like that ma. pussy too good for me to only let my tip fuck” ony chuckled as he listened to you whine into the sheets. hips already moving hungrily so you can fuck him back.

“seems like you agree wit me, don’t you baby? pussy so fucking wet” his pace quickened, making your moans become louder and more frequent as you reached your arm back. not for him to stop, but for him to hold to keep you grounded while he pounded away at your pretty pussy. “feel so good daddyyy…fuck go harder” ony smiled at the action, eagerly holding your hand in his while he started fucking into you deeper.

the both of your voices harmonized with each other as you continued to fuck each other the way you liked. bodies working together so both of you can reach the orgasms you’ve been wanting since you laid your naked body on the bed. “you so fucking sexy mama. got the most beautiful body i swear” his inked hands ran all over your back, thighs and neck. massaging you as he gave you words of love. “no painting can ever be enough to portray how beautiful you are baby. so glad you mine.”

his dick curved just right, hitting all the places you needed to make you a blabbering mess below him. “l-love you so much…so much daddy. happy t’be yours….yours forever” ony couldn’t help but smile as he listened to you run your pretty mouth. your walls sucking him in as you spoke, like the fact that you were saying you were his turned you on even more. “love you more, h-happy..fuck…happy birthday princess. sorry i can’t finish your painting.”

your body was getting to him. strong arm pushing your back down as he squeezed your hand a little tighter. “want you to fill me up daddy” you moaned, the feeling of his dick twitching already telling you that he was going to cum. ony’s brown eyes rolled to the back of his head, hips pistonning into you even harder as he felt his release on the tip of his tongue.

“gotta show you how much i love you right now”