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[melynafoxclaw]

1106 – What do I eat first! 

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[onlyfangz]

i feel like some people only care about breaking down gender norms when it's a transgender person presenting as their gender. "why wont you wear skirts?" im a dude. "why arent you okay with being called girlie (gn)?" im a dude. "why dont you want to wear makeup?" im a dude. "but those things dont make you any less of a dude!!" GET OFF MY DICK, CHELSEA.

[diah-the-demon]

Just shaved my legs for the first time in like 2 months and omg they are so smooth!!

[vaschondragon]

bare

[upsidedownpaycheck]

Doc 101 Part 3

She grabs her charging device and Shocks Patient 101 …………………………………………………………………………………………………………… XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Part 3: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX [Youtube src: https://youtu.be/MF2wJZ8FdUM]

Phase 3: A Story To Tell Patient 101 flatlines, The Doc is trying everything she can in her power to resuscitate him, she rips Detective's upper apparel off

The Doc: "Hey WAKE UP!

she pushes 101 chest down in all her might then retracts -barehand on bareskin, She checks for a pulse then mounts him, lays her head on his chest in hopes to feel and hear his heartbeat, however her attempts are done without success.

The Doc: "PLEASE JUST…for me!"

She wipes her tears aside then proceeds to begin with rescue breathing. She feels a heartbeat ever and anon, but very it's faint when she does.

The Doc: "WHAT DID I DO!? I'M SORRY JUST PLEASE OPEN YOUR EYES!" "I don't like seeing you like this, WAKE UP!" "Look I'm sorry OK, just RESPOND PLEASE!"

"3, 2, 1"

The Doc Tries to shock 101 back to life, his back arches but no response from him comes out XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

[prismuffin]

I loved the Ghost and König cuddling ask!!

Could we get a part 2??!

How about when they fell asleep, they ended up searching for warmth much more.

So when they wake, them and Reader are alot more tangled together. As well as maybe hands went under his shirt for more warmth.

Maybe for König, one of Reader's legs is between his and the other draped over his waist? While König's hands are holding on to the bareskined warm of Reader's back.

While, for Ghost, he has Reader's arms wrapped around his waist (being a bit too close to his belt waistband to be straight) and face buried into his upper back. Ghost being little spoon.

So Ghost and König reacting to the grave they put themselves into!

Got another part 2 ask coming in a bit but for now lets start with this one cause I think-

Ghost's eyes would slowly open, blinking away the dryness that was brought by the cold. Stirring, he froze as he felt something wrapped around his form. He halted his breathing as he remembered exactly where he was, in your arms. That's right, in his search for more warmth last night he'd had to cud-HUDDLE with you. It seems that in your shared deep slumber you'd both moved to a position where he was being held, you arm resting on his hip squeezing him closer as you buried your face in his back. His heart pounded and he cursed, feeling his face heat up at the position you were in. You would have to get up at some point to continue the mission but for now he'd leave you be. You need the sleep, or at least that's what he used as an excuse to stay in your embrace a bit longer.

König would be comfortably sleeping, only waking up due to his attempt at moving. His eyes would flutter open for a moment as something stopped him from rolling over. His blinking would soon cease as his eyes widen, the large inhale of breath being audible as he sees the position he’s in. He’d freeze, staring at your sleeping form, eyes trailing down to your entangled legs that were covered by the blanket. His hands rested underneath your shirt, the warmth of your back allowing a safety for them he couldn’t find outside. He attempted to pull back from you but you stirred and he froze again before deciding to go back to his previous position. Laying his head back down he sighed, deciding to just wait until you woke up to try and move.

———

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[storm-angel989]

can I request Valentino x daughter reader who unalived someone? How would he deal/react? Sorry if it's too much, you don't have to do it

💣anon

There are few things in this world that sober us faster than death. 

Around me, the city continued to buzzed with the sounds of the night. Cars honking, people yelling, the hum of electricity. Two hours ago I had been in the thicket of it, laughing and drinking. The flash of smiles across the dance floor, the movement of bodies under the flashing lights, the too loud music obscuring any outside noises. After all, no one wants to be interrupted while they’re having a good time. 

The events of the night began the way all bad relationships start. A brought drink late in the night. Sweet, sloppy kisses back and forth to the beat of the music, sweating in the heat on the dance floor. My father owned the majority, if not all of,  the clubs within the pride ring, and he’d tell you himself it was simple math. The more you dance, the more you drink. 

At first I thought I downed the last drink too quickly. His arm around my shoulder, a suggestion to get some fresh air. Ducking away from my friends, and the coolness of the back alleyway. More kisses, and the same sweetness on my tongue. 

I couldn’t be sure how long I had been out there, but something shifted as suddenly as it came on. Gentle hands turned rough, the feeling of gritty concrete against the bareskin of my back turned to dirt and hard ground. A sharp pain, a tug, and the sound of fabric as it tore from my body.

Growing up Valentino’s kid, Vox and Velvette’s niece, I had been taught to defend myself. When I turned eighteen and started going out to clubs, I had been properly outfitted with firm lectures on club safety and armed with the most advanced concealed protection.  The decision was instinctual at this point.  

My brain didn’t register reaching for the gun. Nor did I stop to think before I fired. His body collapsed onto mine and I scrambled away as quickly as I could. Around me, the night moved, oblivious to the actions in the alleyway. My mind raced and for the first time in my life,  I hit the SOS button on my VoxTech watch and sank down to the ground. My mind went numb and wrapped my arms around my knees as I stared at the would-be rapist.

To be the only child in the lives of the three most powerful beings in Pentagram city, it felt like forever before I heard my father’s voice booming voice from the street.

“Reader? Reader!” Valentino yelled. “God fucking damn it, bebita where are you?”

I tried to open my mouth but the words to answer caught in my throat. To my relief, his head turned and he raced towards me. Some part of me knew he was speaking, but my brain couldn’t make sense of it. 

Behind him, my Uncle Vox and Aunt Velvette stood, surveying the scene. Neither looked particularly bothered by the fact that there was a body in the middle of the alleyway, or my gun on the ground next to it. 

“She’s in shock, Val. And probably still drunk. Or drugged,” my Aunt Velvette said as she knelt down next to me. “Come on baby, let’s get you home. Valentino, you get her home. Vox, let’s clean this shit up.” 

My father wrapped his arms under mine and pulled me to my feet. A silent limo ride home and as he stepped into the elevator, he hit the button for his studio. I glanced at him. 

“We’re going to get you cleaned up downstairs,” he said by way of explanation. “Housekeeping already brought down clean clothes. They’re in the nurses office. I want you to shower in one of the bedrooms and make your way down there, alright?”

I didn’t respond. As soon as the elevator door opened, I let him guide me into the eerily silent studio, down the dimly lit hallway to one of the countless hotel rooms. As soon as I was inside, he shut the door and locked it. 

“You’re going to strip all of your clothes, put them in the garbage. You’re going to shower with every product in that bathroom and wrap yourself in the bathrobe hanging behind the door. Do you understand me?” Valentino asked, not unkindly. “Daddy will take care of it, but I need you to do your part.” 

I nodded and stepped into the spotlessly clean bathroom. Numbly, I did exactly as he instructed. As I wrapped the robe around myself I caught my reflection in the mirror.

The eyes of a murderer stared back at me.

My stomach turned and I coughed bile and vodka into the sink. I heard the door knob turn and felt my father pull back my damp hair. 

“It’s alright honey, get it out,” he said softly. 

“Daddy, I killed someone,” I choked out as I turned to face him. “Daddy, I…”

“Shussh,bebita,” he interrupted gently. His hand cupped my chin in his hands and gently wiped my mouth. “It’s okay. Daddy took care of it.” 

“Daddy, he-”

“Your Uncle Vox caught it all on camera,” he continued. “The drugging. The almost rape. You did nothing more than defend yourself. Not that anyone will ever know that you had any involvement.”  He walked over to the garbage and tied the bag that contained the remains of my clothes. “Not that anyone will ask questions, but if they do sweetheart, you know nothing. The tapes from the surrounding areas are gone, understood? Now let’s go get you checked out, hm?” 

I let him guide me out of the bathroom and down the hall. Unlike all the other times I had been in there, the nurses office was completely empty of everyone except us. 

“Sit on the bed,” Valentino instructed. “I’m going to take a blood sample. See what’s in your system.”

I obeyed and a few seconds later, the door opened as Vox and Velvette walked in. 

“How’s our sweet girl doing?” Vox asked as he sat down on the bed next to me. He ran a hand down my back. “Honey?”

“Val, is she out of it or just in shock still?” Velvette asked as she locked the door behind her. 

“I’ll know in a moment, is it all taken care of?” Valentino asked as he walked over to me. 

Vox stood up and crossed his arms. “Of course it is, I…” his voice trailed off and he looked at me. “We can talk about it later.”

“Bebé Muñeca, give me your arm,” Valentino told me. 

I offered him both and he tugged up the sleeve of my left arm. A quick pinch later, he had a vial in his hand. He turned away and I watched as he added several droplets of my blood to a card. Instantly, a line turned bright green, purple and pink. 

“Interesting mix. Had to be in his salvia. Did you see them kissing or sharing drinks?” 

“Both,” Vox replied. “I’m sure he slipped it under the tongue. She wouldn’t have noticed anyway, it’s so sweet.”

Sweet. I thought the kisses tasted that way because of the drinks. Guess now I knew better. 

“Baby, do you want a shot or a drink?” Valentino asked as he turned to me. “I can give you the drugs to counteract it either way, but you choose.” 

I swallowed and looked at the three of them. “Daddy, I killed someone.”

I watched them exchange glances and a strange expression crossed my fathers face. Sadness? Concern? Slowly, he nodded. 

“Reader,” my Uncle Vox said softly. “Honey, look at me. Your daddy asked you a question.”

I turned my head back towards Vox and our eyes met. Warmness washed over me and my mind turned from numb to a peaceful mix of relaxation and happiness. Flashes of the night, dancing with friends, taking shots of vodka and climbing in the limo as I waved goodbye to my friends. My Aunt Velvette helping me into the shower and wrapping myself in my bathrobe. 

“I’m sorry, what was the question?” I asked.

“Babygirl, do you want a shot to help your hangover or do you want to drink it from a cup?” Vox asked. “What would feel better to your body?”

“Probably the shot? I feel tired. Auntie Vel, what time is it?” I asked. 

“It’s late,” she replied simply. “Almost bedtime. Once your Daddy gives you the shot, we’ll go up to bed.” She sat down next to me. 

“I don’t remember the car ride home,” I said as my father pulled my arm towards him. “How much did I have to drink?”

“Too much, sweetheart,” Valentino replied as he slid the needle into me. “But this will make you feel so much better.”

I felt the cool liquid slide into me and tiredness washed over my body. I leaned onto my Aunt Velvette’s shoulder and closed my eyes. I felt my fathers hands lift me up and the movement of his body as he carried me out of the room. 

“Don’t worry bebita,” I heard my father whisper.  “Daddy will always take care of you.”

[forever--darling]

Hi sweet girl , I want to tell you that your me & the devil fic is one of my favorites and one of the best I'm reading. For me Anakin x reader is perfection 💗.

I don't know if I'm being too ambitious but in blurb ideas I have one for Hayden and one for Anakin. I would like it to be fluffy.

From Hayden it could be something like : How is an outing with him ? ( I love how homey he is ) . Cooking together , watching movies in his living room while cuddling . Him giving that charming smile he has .

And for Anakin I love the idea of how he comforts his girl . Hugs , nicknames , cuddling together .

summary: a night staying in, resulting in getting high, has you unable to focus on the idea of sex when you're too busy laughing & realizing the extent of your feelings

pairings: hayden christenson x young!reader

word count: 1.0k

warnings/notes: age!gap (reader in mid-twenties), mention of weed/getting high, fluff, honeymoon phase af, mentions of sex, mentions of anakin skywalker

p.s. to whoever requested this, I will be doing your second request as well sometime soon.

masterlist

Blue pupils stared back at you, up through the dim lighting of the bedside lamp. Slightly blown out, from the weed in his system or you, you weren’t sure. You couldn’t know as this wasn’t something the two of you ever did often, yet the sudden fire beneath your skin and the precious need to press your body close to his was something you craved. Perhaps, it was the way his lips felt along your collarbones, the sides of your neck, or how his warm hands, calluses in all, felt along the bareskin of your sides. Maybe it was just him in general, how much and how quickly you had found yourself wanting him. 

Or maybe it's just the drugs. 

The way they seemed to warp your senses, filling the air with some sort of stamina that left the particles buzzing and your breath astray. The music sounded quieter than it really was, but perhaps it was masked by the soft giggle that poured out freely. 

“What? What is it?” Hayden sighed, almost disappointed, his head lifting up from where his lips had been attached to your collarbone, kissing softly.

A quirk appeared in his brow, a teasing look in his eyes as he took in the way you appeared so perfectly pinned underneath him. His body on top of yours, legs parting yours, his weight light as they pushed you deeper into the mattress. 

Your laughter quit but only for a moment as you tried to explain just what was so funny to you in the first place, something that wouldn’t have been nearly as funny if you hadn’t smoked as much as you had. For not having done it in a while other than the edibles you had at least once a week, you had forgotten how much to inhale. 

“Nothing,” you said, trying to appear as serious as can be, a smile forming in a fine line as you met his stare. 

Your laugh burst out again, though, and your eyes crinkled shut, unable to stop the way the hormones attacked the neurons in your brain. 

“Right,” Hayden replied, narrowing his eyes playfully, the redness in them no doubt matching your own. “Clearly, it’s nothing if it has you laughing as much as you are.” 

You shook your head, hands automatically wrapping around his strong shoulders, fingers carding through the back of his hair almost like they had a mind of their own. The softness of the short curls had your heart bursting if that was even a feeling. 

“Seriously, tell me.” 

“I can’t.” 

“And why not?” he demanded, thumbs rubbing soft circles across your hips. 

“Because…” 

You were laughing again, and his head was falling, meeting your chest with ease, a sigh filtering out of his lips. 

“Baby,” he mumbled, lips pressed along your collarbone again, but this time no longer gracing them with the kisses you had come to love so much. Almost too much. 

“Fine, okay,” you gave in, laughter diminishing again to nothing but a soft chuckle, tears pricking your eyes as you tried to get the words out, “I was just thinking…” 

“Yeah?” 

“When you’ve hooked up with girls in the past, have they, ever, you know. Asked you to like dress up in costume?”

A deadpan look appeared on his face as his head lifted, eyes finding yours again, “What do you mean?” 

“Like, have they ever been mid-foreplay and straight out asked you if you can dress up as Anakin or Darth Vader?” 

“Where is this coming from?” he chuckled, too, lips lifting into that smile that somehow had convinced you to leave all the guys your age in the past. 

“Or have they asked you to pull out your lightsaber?” 

“Y/N,” he shook his head, mouth forming in an ‘o’, almost in surprise as you continued to laugh. “I’m trying to initiate sex here, and you’re laughing about if other girls have asked me to make their Star Wars sex fantasies a reality?”

“Well, yeah,” you replied, the tone almost accusatory tone as if it was something you would be asking, especially five hits later from the joint that was now stubbed out in the bathroom. 

“You’re ridiculous, you know that,” he laughed then, too, “Why, is that something you want? Do you want to know about my lightsaber?” 

“I mean, yeah, who wouldn’t,” you retorted, laughter falling away to complete seriousness.

 Staring down at him, you felt the silence lull, almost swallowing you whole as the realization appeared again, almost like a car hitting you out of nowhere. The realization that you had fallen for an older man, a man you hadn’t expected to ever want you back, to notice you the way he had. Worse, to love him as you did so quickly, so immensely was too much, too much to understand, to accept. 

Yet there you were, pinned beneath him, heart so full, so well-kept, hoping that it would stay close within his palms for the rest of time. 

That charming smile appeared then on his face, his eyes crinkling slightly, a certain sort of contentment appearing as if he had had a revelation of his own. Words were not enough in that moment, so evidently as he leaned up, connecting his lips with yours, softly, deeply as if he was trying to pour his very own breath into your being. 

You loved this man; that was inevitable. 

After a few seconds, he pulled back, only enough for his lips to depart from yours. That smirk of his still firmly sat along his face. “So, what are you saying? Do you want me to go grab my wardrobe from set? I’m sure you would really have something to laugh at then, wouldn’t you?” 

You loved this man, and you wanted him like this forever.

“Yeah, I would.” 

[r4ikkonen]

Can you please write a smut for younger!reader x Toto Wolff? Idk I just read your new post for Toto and I felt so hot

Morning sex | Toto Wolff x reader

A/N heyy!! Im sorry you had to wait this long, tyy for requesting anyway enjoy this :)

tw: age gap, swearing, sex

It was a sunny day in Italy and everyone was still in their hotel rooms preparing for today’s race.You woke up in your hotel room with a slight hangover from last night.Mercedes had a party and you couldn’t help but celebrate Lewis’ great start.You felt the sun shining directly in your eyes that made you turn around and face the man that was laying next to you.He was peacefully sleeping with his hair over his face.You pulled yourself into his chest which made him let out a deep breath.He opened his eyes and saw you tugging his chest.He slowly reached his hand on your hip.You could feel goosebumps rise up on your bareskin.”Good morning” He muttered giving you a smirk, his eyes were nearly closed.You sat on his stomach exposing his abs.”Good morning, Toto” He was now quite awake and I could feel his bulge forming in boxers as I was sitting on top of him.He carefully placed his hands on my thighs and started placing them closer to the intimate area.”Fuck Toto” You muttered knowing what’s about to happen now.”Hm.. You don’t want me?” Toto teased making you even more desperate for him.”No.. No fuck please Toto I need you..” You whinned convincing him to fuck the hell out of you.He stood up and swapped positions with you.He held your hands above your head stopping you from moving them.”God y/n.. The things you make me do..” Toto said to you while playing with the fabric of your underwear.He was a big teaser and he would make you beg for him until you physically couldn’t handle it anymore.Toto circled around your pussy with his fingers making small gestures that made you want him even more.He kept staring at your facial expressions.They turned him on so much.He kept teasing your pussy with his fingers.You pressed your thighs together giving him a confused look.He raised his eyebrow and looked at you.Toto knew exactly what you wanted his dick and nothing more. “Sorry..” You whined hopping that you didn’t offend him. “Alright then..” He said with a serious face.He pulled you very hard revealing the naked body of yours.You lovked eye contact and his hair got very messy.He didn’t care about anything else than fucking you right there on that bed.He pulled two fingers inside your mouth.You observed them with your tongue.Sucking on them wishing it was his dick.He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and straight to your pussy.You couldn’t help but make a noise.He catched his pace and he kept fingering you until you begged for more.After awhile he got bored so he pulled out his dick.”Ready?” He gave you a serious look.”mhm” you said not knowing what’s waiting for you.He inserted his dick in you carefully.You could feel your pussy stretching.”Ah fuck Toto” You moaned.He grabbed your hips carefully and started catching up his speed.The skin banging on each other was loud and you couldn’t help yourself but moan to his actions.He leaned over to kiss your neck.Leaving all the hickeys there.You felt his warm breath on your neck.He started going even faster and you almost collapsed.”Uhh.. Toto fuck” “I’m.. I’m close” you whimpered with hope that he is too. “Cum for me y/n”.He demanded staring at you with his gorgeous brown eyes.He cupped your cheek while you moaned out his name a bunch of times.”Ah fuck..” Toto groaned finishing inside of you.When he pulled his dick out youfelt his cum dripping off of you.He leaned over you hugging your chest.You were breathing so loud.You could feel your heart beat.Toto stood up and quickly got dressed up. “Shit y/n we are going to be late” He hurried you up making a bit of a scene.”Uhh okay okay” You said trying to find your clothes.Your legs were still shaking and you hoped that he didn’t notice it.If he did he would have teased you.Both of you quickly got out of the hotel room and went to the Mercedes Office…

[bts-hyperfixation]

BTS actively campaigning to take away my sanity: A very bareskin filled thread

Jk has three because it appears he no longer owns any shirts?

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[best-sharks-bracket]

Barbeled hound shark VS Bareskin dogfish

[maguro13-2]

Lan Fan : Oh man! I'm topless! I need some gauzes that will cover my skin since San Francisco made public indency illegal!

*opens cabinet*

Lan Fan : Huh? Where the hell is all the gauze!?

*searches around for any gauze*

Lan Fan : No, uh-uh, not in here, nope it's not there. Ling Yao! Do you know what happened to all the gauze that were stored in the cabinets?

Ling Yao : Uhh, yeah, about that Lan Fan. Cleanup on aisle 9, we just got some explaining to do for the missing gauzes we used for just an occasion.

Lan Fan : Eh? And exactly What occasion that you have something for this explanation?

Ling Yao : We might've used them for once in different ways for your public indecency.

Lan Fan: W-What!?

[Sand Sanctuary's theme plays]

Edward : Woohoo! it's Mummy time!

Greed : Ooh, geez. Sorry that we used for your topless indency, we'll get the new gauzes for you.

Winry : Hey, there you are! This is the biggest party of the year! It's cool that these costumes are worth the optional clothing for me to bare my bareksin. It feels creative to make gauzes as a great clothing to wear!

Lan Fan : Why did I even think about it? At least, you got yourself a costume to wear. At least that one's wearing a costume.

Winry : Uh, Fanny? That's no costume, that's a real living thing. (Points to the mummy)

Mummy : Hey, you! Would you tell something about d*cks!? What did they do the d*cks!?

Lan Fan : Ugh! I guess that wearing gauzes is really an optional clothing for bareskin.

"Alternate Scene"

Lan Fan : It's a good thing that I have the gauze to wear around my breasts. Perfect I would never leave all the gauzes in our medical storage supply--

(King Ramses' song plays loudly)

Lan Fan : OH MY GOD!!! WHERE IS THAT ANNOYING SONG COMING FROM!? (Realizes that the song is stuck in head)

Winry : (covering her ears) That's one thing about Gauzes or bandages to worry about! I hope this will long last, not for least! I wonder how are we going to stop playing this thing, Lan Fan!? Hello, earth to Lan Fan, are you just going to stand there and--(Lan Fan puts a gun on her head) Lan Fan?

*GUNSHOT*

Winry : Woah! I did not just see that!

[sassykattery]

Love's Web Pt. 5

Finally.

CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Profanity. Vague spoilers about ATSV.

Smut scene: explicit descriptions of sex. oral (f! receiving), fingering, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, use of restraints.

Themes: Romance. Jealousy. Multiverse.

Characters: Altaira (afab oc!), Diavolo, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Barbatos, all brothers implied, Simeon, Solomon, Miguel O'Hara

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Enjoy

Masterlist

"What?"

"Breve statuae," she answered with a bitter bite to her tone. "They mean estéril."

[Latin; short-lived statue] [Spanish; sterile]

"I..."

She gave an amused but bitter laugh. "The demons knew immediately when I came down here. It's part of my soul's makeup; I was born this way."

Miguel made the connection.

-

"She can't provide what the realm would want from the prospective royal match."

-

An heir.

"I'm sorry..." Miguel started to say.

"Don't be," she huffed, wiping away the tears. "I'm glad I know this now about you instead of... Anyway. Now you know too."

He tossed down his empty glass and scooted closer to her. "No, mi vida, please. Instead of...? What?" He placed a hand on her thigh.

[My life]

"Instead of being in love with you and then heartbroken later," she snapped quietly, wiping the relentless tears away.

"Bombón, please listen. That doesn't matter to me–"

"It does! Don't lie to me and say it doesn't! That's something you clearly wanted, and I can't give you that, ever! So don't set me up to believe it could work when two years down the line you leave me for someone who fucking can!" She barked at him, flinching away from his touch and standing abruptly. He heard the despair and heartbreak in her voice, and he scrambled to his feet to stop her as she turned away.

"Altaira! You're not listening to me!" He snapped at her. She stopped in her tracks, her arms folded, but she wouldn't look at him. "If I tell you it doesn't bother me or matter, then you have to believe me–"

"Then you're lying to yourself!" She shrieked, turning around to face him. Green fires danced around her feet, and pink ones danced at her fingertips. "You wanted–"

Miguel strode forward and grabbed her shoulders, getting in her face. His brows were pinched and eyes wide with fear as his breathing became shallow and ragged.

"What I want now is you!" She was finally silent then, looking shocked, so he continued. "Every goddamn day that I'm here, I want you! I dream about you, I hear your singing and see the way you look bareskinned in my head, I think about a future with you. I don't care about the rest because if I did, I wouldn't have you!"

She became stiff and still, her eyes wide as he continued to yell at her.

"I haven't felt an ounce of love since that last day. But ever since I met you, I feel nothing but your love, even if it's not for me. How you care so deeply about those around you, making sure everyone's needs are met while denying your own– It makes me want to take care of you. It makes me want to love you so your needs are met, because you so easily meet mine without trying."

Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I d-d-don't understand–"

"I love you, Altaira. I wanted to tell you that yesterday, or at least show you," he stated desperately, maintaining intense eye contact. "I crave your time and attention, your love and care, so deeply, it hurts. And I want to give you mine so badly." He sighed and tilted her chin up, holding her jaw in his hand. His voice fell quiet, and his pitch went lower. "La luz de mis ojos."

[The light of my eyes]

"I..." she started to say but stopped, looking into his eyes. "I had that same thought for the first time last night... It's what has been eating at me." She sighed and replied, "I don't know if it's love, but I feel very strongly for you."

"That's okay," he murmured, cupping her face.

"Amorcito," he purred to her, looking her in the eyes, "May I kiss you?"

"Please," she replied.

He stepped closer to her and kissed her passionately, instantly deepening the kiss with his tongue and demanding her lips obey his whim. Quite suddenly, he was grabbing a hold of her to lift her up using his arm strength alone. She held onto him while he was kneeling down to the blanket on the sand again.

"Mi vida, cosita linda, my sweet sweet coriño," he murmured to her with a smile. "You're so precious to me."

"Do you... want to head home?" She murmured in his ear bashfully.

He chuckled in her ear. "What? Don't want to get sand everywhere?"

"Preferably no, I don't," she replied rather honestly.

"What about your roommates?"

"To hell with them," she replied, looking back into his eyes.

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The moment they walked into the door, the demons had scattered as Miguel and Altaira stumbled around, kissing one another and tossing off shoes and jackets, leaving a trail down to her bedroom.

From the dining hall, Beel, Lucifer, and Satan all watched it unfold, brows raised and becoming very still to not attract attention.

"Well, that answers that," Satan said with a sigh.

"As long as she's happy," Lucifer reminded them as much as himself.

They went back to their tasks as the two lovebirds danced around out of sight. When they made it to her room, she slammed the door shut and hexed it and the entire room with one wave of her hand.

"What's that?" He murmured, taking her into his arms again and kissing her neck.

"Insurance," she mumbled with a smile as she threaded her hands through his hair. "We won't be disturbed."

"Mm, listo," he chuckled darkly.

[Prepared, in the sense of being clever]

The two collided in another passionate kiss, and he totally captured her in his embrace. Walking her back, when the back of his leg met the bed, he turned her around and fell onto the bed with her, settling on top of her.

"I want to see you," she rasped, her fingers dancing along the hem of his shirt. He smirked and deactivated his suit beneath the street clothes she got him. Stretching his arms up, he pulled the shirt over his head, crumpled it up, and tossed it aside. When he looked back to her, he could almost see hearts in her eyes as she drank him in. Without much thought, she reached up to his chest and gently pressed her fingers into his skin. Not only was he muscular, but he was thick. There were skinny but muscular men, but no, this one was muscular and built like a tank. If she could purr with content, she would have in that moment.

"Perfection," she whispered, her eyes tracing the lines of his muscles. He chuckled.

His hands dropped to her shirt too, silently asking for her permission. When she nodded, he helped slip her blouse over her head, leaving her in a black, see-through lace bra. He leaned forward to kiss her again while sliding his hands under her back to unhook it. She wriggled around and held her arms out for him to peel it off her body and toss it aside, too. He gazed down at her full breasts on display for him.

Kissing her again, he mumbled against her lips, "Tell me what you like or don't like."

A hot blush danced across her cheeks. "Um..."

"Shall I just find out for myself?" He asked playfully. She didn't respond then either, so he proceeded to caress her breasts, molding them in his hands and pinching her nipples between his fingers. The moment his hands made contact, she was arching into his touch. His lips curled into a smirk as he continued to kiss her, his tongue slipping into her mouth and forcing more moans out of her.

"Muy linda, amorcito, keep going," he purred to her, clearly enthralled by her. He moved lower, kissing down her neck, giving gentle bites as he went. When he was level with her breasts, he looked up at her as he began kissing them, avoiding her nipples completely and watching for her reaction. She huffed and moaned, squirming beneath him. Her legs twitched and would rub against his.

[Very cute, my little love]

"Miguel," she whimpered softly. He pulled his lips away with a pop after leaving a hickey. Looking down briefly, he smirked with satisfaction before meeting her gaze again.

"Si, cosita linda, I'm here," he murmured to her.

"Don't tease," she replied pitifully. He chuckled and caressed her sides again.

"Oh, but mi amorcito, it's so fun to tease you. You're encantador."

[Enchanting]

A whine percolated in her throat, and she looked away bashfully. He tutted her and kissed her again. After a few more moments, he pulled away and gazed down at her longingly.

"Cariño, do you want to keep going?" He asked her softly. She finally looked to him again and nodded. His hands carefully tugged down her jeans, waiting to see if she'd object, but when she wriggled with him and pulled her legs back to help, he quickly shucked them off and let them fall in a heap off the side of the bed with a thud.

Miguel gazed down at her, taking in the contors of her thighs and the matching black transparent lace panties she wore. Shifting down on the bed, he backed up to level his face with her thighs. He held one of her thighs up to begin kissing the sensitive inner flesh of it. She twitched, leaning into his touch, causing him to smile again. It surprised her when he kissed her mound over her panties, making her jolt from the sensation.

"I like a little... roughness."

Miguel stopped in his tracks, frozen by the smallest squeak of a confession from her. He side-eyed her with his nose and cheek still pressed to her thigh.

"How rough?" He asked with a slight growl.

"I mean, when you bared your fangs at me that one night, I got turned on by it."

His own brows went up, surprised by the next confession.

Oh.

Oh.

"Do you care about these?" He asked roughly, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties over her hip.

"...No," she finally answered.

His talons pierced through the material as they came out of his fingertips, and he brought his hand down in one forceful pull, shredding the fabric and ripping them completely off. Her little gasp only fed into his behavior as quickly lurched forward to lick a fat stripe with his tongue up her lower lips. It surprised her so much she started to sit up, but with his other hand, he pushed her back down and held her there. The next couple moves happened so quickly, as he buried his face into her cunt and swirled his tongue over her clit.

"Miguel!" She squealed out, half shocked, half pleased by him. A small hint of a smile started to form on her lips as her eyes closed.

"Look at me," he snapped at her. He didn't move until they fluttered open again, and then he went back to his present task: eating her out.

"Oh-oh!" She whined, his tongue attacking her clit with such force that she was well over the line for stimulation, crossing into overstimulation. He adjusted his arm placement by hanging her thighs on his shoulders and then reaching up to grab onto her breasts. Her hands instantly came to rest over his, something he quite liked seeing, much like seeing her so debauched.

"Cosita linda riddled to nothing but a mess with just my tongue. I'm intrigued to see how you'll act when my cock is buried inside of you, mi tesoro," he told her.

"Oh– oh god," she whined when his tongue dropped lower and began sinking into her needy cunt. He paused for a moment.

"Dios can't help you now, amorcito," he growled to her. He then bullied his tongue into her, caressing her slick walls with his muscle, teasing her in all the right places so that one of her hands came to rest on the top of his head, fingers curling into his locks.

[God]

"Ohhhhh no– wait– ah!" She tried to say but failed as one of his hands sank back to thumb her clit. His other hand left her chest to take hold of her hip to keep her from squirming away from his ministrations. He moaned into her pussy, eyes locked on hers as she started to grind against his mouth. The talon on his thumb gently scraped against her skin in a circle on her hip, lighting up her senses to build her release.

"Miggy, I'm close," she panted. He nearly smiled at her calling him that. "Please."

He slowed down and eased his ministrations, much to her frustration. She looked down at him with teary eyes, her lips pursed.

"Wha-"

"I need to work you open, cariño," he murmured. He pulled his mouth away and then took his dominant hand down to slip his fingers in her folds, propping himself up with his other elbow.

Her eyes widened but her head went back as she felt the first digit slip into her drenched cunt.

"What did I say, cosita linda?" He reminded her. Her head tilted forward as she looked down at him once more. He held still. "Say it," he ordered.

"Look at you," she whined.

"Buena chica," he praised her. "I know you can be good for me." She nodded, and he tilted his head down again to lick her clit lavishly as he began to slowly pump his middle finger in.

[Good girl]

"More," she rasped, the look of lust and hunger in her eyes while she peered down at him.

"Are you my good girl?" He asked her with a smirk. She nodded eagerly. "Are you going to watch me finger fuck you? Stretch you open?"

A loud moan left her lips, followed by a nod. "Please."

"Oh, so sweet, hermosa," he murmured. He added a second finger slowly. She let out a sob at feeling a little fuller now, her sweet spots being caressed by his thick fingers.

"Fuck," she whimpered.

"Yeah? You like that?" He teased her. "Where's your spot, hm?" Tilting her hips up with one hand and changing the angle of his wrist, his fingers sank deeper until they were at the hilt, and that's when she saw stars.

"There!" She cried out, throwing her head back and then struggling to look at him.

"Coño, there she is. You love this, don't you?" He purred to her when he felt her walls tighten down.

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes once more. He sat up to hover above her while keeping his digits deep inside her, pumping faster. She looked up into his eyes, the orgasmic haze taking over.

"Be good for me, amorcito. Cum for me," he murmured to her with an encouraging tone. She nodded and sat up to kiss him, pulling him flush with her while he kept fucking her on his fingers. "One more?" He asked roughly. She nodded again, and he finally sank a third in.

That was it for her, falling apart after being teased and denied it. He groaned when he felt her walls flutter and pulse around his fingers, the wet noises sounding so much more obscene now as her release dripped out. Her cries of bliss filled the room, the sound of pure satisfaction in his mins. His movements slowed to a stop before pulling his hand away, and he let her hold onto him while she calmed down. She was trembling slightly, so he kissed her forehead and whispered his words of comfort in Spanish to her. Her cheek rested against his shoulder.

-

"I wonder how humans do it?" Mammon asked, twirling his pencil while staring down at his stick drawing of him and Altaira kissing.

"Oh my Diavolo, you watch porn. You know how," Asmo answered mockingly.

The youngest six brothers sat around the living room, trying not to listen to the screams, thuds, and moans from down the hall. There may have been a spell to keep them out, but that didn't keep the noises in.

"Oi! N-No–"

Satan rolled his eyes. "Don't bother lying. We know you do. I think what you're asking is how does Altaira do it?"

"I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells," Beel blurted out. Everyone except Belphie slowly turned their heads to look at the sixth born.

"I mean... surely, yeah?" Satan asked. Everyone had a blush building on their cheeks. Belphie rolled his eyes.

"You all are insufferable," the youngest mumbled.

"Regardless, you all would do well to find something else to do than loaf about here," Lucifer snapped as he walked in.

"Don't even, Lucifer. We know you're just as mad," Mammon quipped smugly. "We're all upset that we–

Knock knock

"Oh no–" Lucifer spun on his heels to quickly walk to the front door before it could open.

"Crap, is that...?" Levi asked nervously.

"Yeah, uh, I think we should all take Lucifer's advice and go," Satan said quickly, closing his book and dashing to his room.

"I think it's him. Make yourself scarce," Mammon urged his other brothers out of the living room and out of sight.

"Just a moment!" Lucifer called out, trying to hex the door before it opened. Before he could complete the spell, Barbatos opened it to reveal Diavolo on the other side.

"Good evening Lucifer," Diavolo chirped to the eldest. The Avatar made it to the door before Diavolo could step inside, causing the prince to raise a brow.

"Good evening. Did you need something?" Lucifer asked a little hastily.

"Ah, well, I wanted to talk with you about some RAD events, and then Altaira about our monthly chess game. Is she here? Can I come in?" Diavolo replied with a smile.

"Now... isn't the best time," Lucifer stated. "We're busy." Instantly, Diavolo saw through this and frowned.

"What is it?" The Demon Lord asked in a lower pitch and then heard a loud bang. "Is something going on? Where's Altaira?"

Before Lucifer could fully stop him, the prince walked into the House and was immediately bombarded with the smells and sounds of what was transpiring down the hall. His eyes widened, and he stopped dead in his tracks. Lucifer and Barbatos stood at his backside and watched how he clenched his fists, his back tensing up even beneath his coat.

"I– I have to go," Diavolo stated, turning on his heel and blowing past the other two demons as he dashed out of the door.

-

"Better?" He mumbled to her softly.

"Yeah... I can keep going," she offered. He hummed with approval.

"Can I do something?" He asked very quietly. She chirped her agreement in reply. While staring into his eyes, she felt his hands take a hold of hers, and then both of her hands into one of his, as he pulled her arms up, stretching well above her head, almost to the point of straining. She held her hands there as he pulled his away, but then felt something slick and soft wrap around her wrists, binding them together. After tugging a little, she realized her wrists were tied to something else, maybe the headboard, and was completely restrained.

"Oh," she whispered when she realized what was happening.

"Is this okay, bombón?" She nodded, and he kissed her forehead. "Let me know if it gets to be uncomfortable. Just... lay back and enjoy it."

Sliding back off the bed, he came to his feet and began to shimmy down his lounge pants and boxers. While he stepped out of them and crawled back onto the bed, he caught a glimpse at Altaira, who was staring openly at his cock, fully erect and leaking precum. She admired its thickness and veins running over it, how it had just the slightest curve with a reddish flushed tip. He gave a small smirk as he positioned himself between her legs, propping himself up on one elbow as he laid himself on her. His hand took hold of her thigh and wrapped it over his hip, with her following the same motion on her own with her other thigh.

"Ready, cosita linda?" He murmured to her, his free hand fisting his cock to pump it slowly, hissing as he rubbed the tip against her wet clit and spreading her slick around. She gave a small moan and nodded, her hands and arms flexing, as if she wanted to touch him. Her gaze flickered down to where he held his cock, and noticing this, he brought her hips up with one hand so she could see it. He watched her reaction as she watched him slowly sink his cock into her pussy. The tip stretched her nicely, rewarding him with a sweet moan.

With a slow thrust, the rest of his cock started to push into her, and her arms and hands flexed again as he stretched her out. Tears were already gathering in her eyes again when she looked up at him.

"You like that?" He teased, but his own voice sounded strained, as if he was trying to hold himself together too.

"I love it," she whimpered. "Please, take me."

He groaned and thrusted again to completely bury himself deep inside her cunt, and it had her crying out to him wordlessly. But she wasn't the only one losing it, as Miguel whimpered "Oh fuck" over and over. He reached up and placed a hand over her two bound wrists, holding her there and using the leverage to grab onto as he began rocking his hips with small thrusts, to help her get used to his size.

"So tight, cariño, but you take me so well," he groaned to her. "Fuck, you feel amazing."

"M-Miguel–" she whined again. He kissed her passionately on the lips, his tongue bullying in to find hers again. His other arm slid under her to hold her close to him as he started to deepen his thrusts, dragging them out more to hit all her sensitive spots.

"Does that feel good, mi vida?" He cooed.

"Y-Yes," she whispered. He admired the red blush on her neck, chest, and ears. But the moment she clenched down on his length, he gasped and gave a hard thrust into her, growling softly in her ear.

"D-Don't," he grunted. She did it again, and he squeezed her tighter with his brows pinched in an angered glance. "Cariño."

"Yes?" She cooed back at him. "Just trying to make you feel good."

"I told you, my love, you feel amazing," he huffed. "But it's too much."

She became still and looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm... sorry."

"No, not in a bad way, tesoro," he tried to console her.

"Are you just... sensitive?" She then began to rub her legs against his, occasionally squeezing her thighs around his hips. He grunted again.

"A bit," he finally answered.

"That's okay," she murmured sweetly. "I don't mind. But just don't hold back from me. I want to see all of you." She saw the hesitancy in his eyes, and so she arched into him to get his attention again. "If we're going to be intimate, we have to trust each other. You know I'm sensitive too."

He met her gaze again before sighing. "Don't say I didn't warn you." There was a pause. "I told you I'm sensitive to light, but all of my senses are heightened."

"Okay," she whispered.

He kissed her again softly before taking hold of her bound wrists in one hand and taking hold of one of her thighs to push it up to his shoulder with the other. She whimpered quietly at being stretched like this, completely helpless to him. He started to move again with gentle thrusts that turned harsher, and his own grunts turned louder, more guttural, the further they went. They kept their eyes locked on one another, increasing the level of intimacy in the moment by the second.

When she clenched around him again after hitting a particularly sweet spot, they both moaned sweetly, and he held onto her tighter and thrusted that much harder. More curses in Spanish fell from his lips.

"Miguel," she whined to him, and he perked up at the way she said his name. "You feel so good."

"You too, mi amor, so good for me," he purred to her, his voice coming up in pitch as his pleasure started to intensify. The grips of his hands on her wrists and thigh were increasing drastically as he tried to maintain control until she noticed what was happening.

She called to him again. "Miguel." When he looked up at her, she murmured, "Let go. Let me have all of you."

The softness to her tone, the way her eyes sparkled, and the sincerity in everything she did in that moment got to him.

"Mierda," he swore. "Take me then. Take all of me," he grunted as he snapped his hips, fucking her roughly. Her moans became cries from how good it felt. He shoved her back into the mattress and changed the angle of both their hips to fuck her deeper, pummeling that sweet spot he found earlier.

[Shit]

"Ahh! F-Fu-uhhck!" She screamed, her whole body lighting up with pleasure as her orgasm hit her like a bullet train. Her walls clamped on his cock like the tightest vice and milked him for all he had. His moans turned to whimpers, pitched higher in his register as he released deep inside her. There was no resisting how he felt then, he felt like he had entered heaven for just a moment, and it was so intense that he didn't realize he had sank his teeth into her neck and dug his fangs in. His warm cum filled her, and it served to extend her bliss longer as she rode out her orgasm. Over the course of a minute, she had gone from a writhing, screaming mess to a subdued shell, her mind lost somewhere else.

Miguel squeezed her tightly and murmured, "Are you alright?" When he heard no reply, he sat up and saw the dazed look in her eyes. "Altaira?"

When tarantulas mate, the male restrains the female by holding her upper body stretched upward, with hooks on the male's legs to keep her fangs at bay. This prevents the female from injuring or killing the male. During this restraint process, the female goes into a sort of trance as the male mates with her, and it lasts for a few minutes.

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And yes, he whimpers.

[rclldamage]

It had been a hard road, yet it was one that had been off the beaten path. Travel without horse or carriage hadn’t been an issue. Only the uneven terrain of the untamed wilds had been. Liam had found a river close by and had taken the opportunity to wash away the grim of travel. A welcomed refresher of cool water against bareskin and a chance to wash travel stained clothes. Night had started to settle by time he returned to the small area he had decided to rest at and the rabbit he had hunted roasted over a crackling fire.

He laid recumbently on his bedroll on his side with a book in front of him. When he had tended to the camp, he had made sure it was compacted enough where all had been in reach. His leather armor was being used as a pillow of sorts, his bow and quiver had been placed against a tree. The only weapon he kept close by was next to the book. One of the handaxes that he had purchased from the last settlement he had come across.

As the fire crackled and warmed his bare skin, a noise raised his attention from the pages of the book. Cautiously, he rose from his position, a hand reaching for the ax by his side in preparation. Hand weapons felt so weighted to him, more comfortable with a longbow in his hand but such a weapon was never best to wield in tighter quarters. “Is someone there ?  Announce y’self and speak friend or enemy.” 

requested starter for @cxncordia. perception check roll: 13.

[prettyboykatsuki]

@ condom anon

1. There are latex free condoms

2. There are condoms like "bareskin" designed to - as the name implies - feel as much like bare skin as possible

3. There are a bunch of fun textured options - inside and out - designed to make it feel even better

4. The risk/benefit ratio of "less safe" to "feels better" is not worth it homie don't let that man fool you

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