#from jerking it HAAA

[blvdheart]

i’m so sore

[judesmoonbeauty]

𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕫𝕫𝕒'𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪: ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙

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— Would people say it’s foolish to chase a promise that won’t come true?

Poorly Dressed Man: Jude Jazza! It’s all - it’s all your fault!

Jude: I ain’t the one who broke the contract.

Jude: If ya wanna file a lawsuit yer sure to lose, ‘n starve to death, then be my guest.

Poorly Dressed Man: You demon! Die!

Jude: Ellis.

Ellis: Yep.

Poorly Dressed Man: Gah!

— Would people call following a twisted sense of justice evil?

Jude: …Ha. The full moon’s annoyin’.

The person with amethyst eyes listlessly lit a cigarette.

The white smoke that rose in the pitch black darkness turned the glittering moon grey.

Ellis: Jude, it’s done.

Jude: Fine. Then let’s get outta here ‘fore things get messy.

A week has passed since I’ve become fairytale keeper.

Guests from Germany called Vogel have arrived, and I’ve been accompanying the others on dangerous missions,

In these hectic days, there are many things that bother me.

However, the thing that bothers me the most is —

Kate: Jude, please take me with you on the mission today!

Jude: Ha. Make an appointment. Business hours are over, so scram.

He looked very unhappy while he glared at me disdainfully.

(But…I can’t back down here.)

Kate: For the past week, I’ve accompanied everyone on missions as fairytale keeper.

Kate: Only you and Ellis are the ones left.

Jude: Don’t care ‘bout yer problems.

Kate: Ughh….

Ellis: Is it okay if I go with Kate?

Ellis kindly soothed my heart that was gouged out by Jude.

However -

Jude: Y'shuddup.

(Haaa, it’s hopeless. What should I do….)

(If I can’t do it by asking directly, then I can follow them without permission, or ask for help…)

The moment I was lost in thought —

Victor: Today, I see Jude is walking about as the human form of cruelty and ruthlessness as well.

The “help” I wished for arrived with beautiful long hair, and in a cheerful mood.

Victor: Don’t be so cold, and take care of Kate.

Victor: The fairytale keeper is an honorable position that Her Majesty recognizes.

Jude: I don’t understand what yer sayin’, ‘n I don’t like it.

Jude: What’s that woman thinkin’, lettin’ ya abuse her power ‘n capture a commoner.

(…..Commoner.)

Jude: Tch….revoltin’.

Jude: Let’s go, Ellis.

Ellis: Sorry, Kate. See you later.

Kate: Yeah….

I gave a small wave to Ellis who looked back with concern as he left.

(I’ve had quite a few bad experiences in my life.)

But this was the first time I’ve been met with such intense hatred for no reason.

To be honest…it’s not a good feeling.

He’s really a “jerk” with a rotten attitude —that was my first impression of him.

But I soon realized as I lived at Crown Castle, that he was like that with everyone.

[Shows different scenes of Jude's attitude.]

Jude: All Crown members on a urgent mission ordered by that Queenie?

Jude: Don’t need my help. Do whatever ya want.

Jude: Get together with Vogel? Ain’t nothin’ in it for me.

Jude: I ain’t goin’ to that thing.

Jude: Fairytale keeper? Thought ya scampered back home already. Dunno though.

[Examples scenes end]

Kate: Jude Jazza’s report…..

Victor: You’ve brought the weekly report, thank you.

Victor: Jude Jazza. He is very arrogant, ruthless, and intolerable……

Just as he was speaking, I snatched the report back from him.

Kate: There’s no way I can present a report full of insults to her Majesty!

…A few days later.

Harrison: Yeah, I got it from Victor.

In the note Harrison gave me —

The Pub near St. James’s Park, 10:00 p.m.

(This is!)

Harrison: Tonight Jude and Ellis are on a mission to bust a gang selling illegal drugs.

Apparently Victor couldn’t just watch things silently, and arranged for me to join the two on their mission.

Kate: Thanks for the note, Harrison.

(The pub, tonight at 10…that means)

When I looked at the clock, there was only an hour left.

Kate: I’ve got to hurry! I’m off.

Harrison: Ah, oi…..Roger’ll go with you, so meet up with him!

Harrison: ….I don’t think that guy’s going to be easy to deal with.

Just before I ran out of the room, I heard Harrison’s murmuring….Perhaps, he was predicting what would happen tonight.

When I arrived at the location precisely on time — the entire mission had been completed.

(Maybe….no, not maybe)

Roger: Hahaha, Jude took you for a ride didn’t lil’ lady?

Kate: ……

His cheerful and merciless voice, unlike Jude’s pierced my heart.

Ellis: Oh, Kate. And Roger too.

(Since Ellis returned to the pub, does that mean Jude’s returned too?)

I leaned forward a bit to see if Jude was there.

(Hm…he’s not here?)

Kate: Ellis, where’s Jude?

Ellis: Smoking probably.

I went to the back of the pub, and found Jude sitting on the stairs smoking.

Kate: …You lied and gave the wrong time.

Jude: Can ya stop makin’ false accusations?

Kate: False accusations?

Jude: Didn’t say it would “start” at 10:00 p.m. It’s yer fault for not confirmin’ ‘forehand.

[All options are +4/+4] - “Option 1: It was my mistake.”

Kate: That’s….definitely my mistake for not confirming.

I was the who assumed the time written on the note was the start time.

Jude: Hmm, so ya got ‘nough brains to honestly fess up when yer wrong. That’s great.

(What Jude is saying is probably right….But..)

Kate: Why would you intentionally do something that would make someone hate you?

Jude: Is there somethin’ to gain by bein’ liked by ya?

White smoke flows from his cruel smile.

Kate: So it’s okay to be hated by others so long as there’s no benefit for you?

Jude: Are ya a fool who wants to be liked by everyone?

Kate: But, there’s nothing wrong with being like, is there?

Jude: Sickenin’. I hate it when people say - “Let’s all be friendly.”

(No matter what I say, it’s a deadlock….)

I’ve tried to meet him halfway so many times.

But each time he’s treated me coldly, and it’s made me really angry.

— That’s why I said this.

Kate: If that’s what you say, then I’ll make you understand.

Words you should absolutely never say to him….

Jude: ….Hah?

White smoke swirls up from his cranky lips like a coiling serpent.

Jude: Whaddya gonna make me understand?

When I heard his rough voice from his thin lips, I realized that I touched a nerve.

But I can’t take back what I’ve said — So, I should just say what I feel.

I glared at Jude on the other side of the white smoke, trying not to be overwhelmed by his powerful gaze.

Kate: By the time I finish being the fairytale keeper, I will find something to like about you.

Jude: Hah?

Kate: I can’t find anything at the moment….but I don’t think it’s bad to be liked regardless if there’s gain or not.

Jude: ………..

Kate: I promise you.

When I nodded, Jude’s lips twisted into an exasperated smile.

Jude: ….Idiot. Are ya insane?

Jude: If ya find somethin’ like that, I’ll listen to any one thing ya say.

(Those words just now…! Can I take them as an agreement?)

Kate: Deal, I’m looking forward to it!

Kate: Oh, and I don’t intend to leave your side until I’ve fulfilled my promise, no matter how many times you push me away.

Jude: Ha. Fine, if ya say so, then do as ya please.

After a long battle, I finally got him to say those words.

Kate: Yep, I’ll do as I please!

I fanned away the cigarette smoke that separated us, and took a step closer to him….

Jude scoffs while letting out a thick puff of smoke.

Jude: Just remember one thing princess….My “promises” don’t come cheap.

Jude: If ya break yer promise, I’ll show ya a hell that’ll make ya think ya were better off dead.

Amidst the elegant scent of sandalwood, which was far from his image, and the sweet, burning scent of tobacco —

Jude and I made our first promise.

[Transitions to the Palace]

Darius: Jude Jazza, huh. - Hm, Nica.

“Vogel” - an organization under the direct command of the German Emperor.

It’s Director, Darius Vogel, smiled gracefully.

Nica: You want me to look into him, right. That’s fine, I’m personally interested in him.

Nica: …So I hope I can gather some interesting information on him.

The following day I was called to Victor’s office.

Victor: Jude, Ellis, and Kate, thank you for your hard work last night.

Victor: Now then, Kate I’ve heard that you’re going to be Jude’s exclusive fairytale keeper going forward?

(Huh?)

Jude: Why’a lookin’ confused, yer the one who suggested it.

(That’s….)

[Flash back begins]

Kate: By the time I finish being the fairytale keeper, I will find something to like about you.

Jude: If ya find somethin’ like that, then I’ll listen to any one thing ya say.

[Flash back ends]

(Maybe that’s it?)

Jude: A one-sided termination of the contract’s invalid. Don’t go back on yer word, people-pleaser.

Kate: I wouldn’t go back on my word, even if you didn’t tell me to.

Victor: Jude truly is an arrogant, insincere, and narrow-minded man, but he never breaks his promises.

Victor: Hence, he demands the same of others, or else they’re met with fierce retaliation.

As Victor’s cheerful voice rang out, Jude and I stopped glaring at each other.

Kate: That means….

Victor: Now that this has happened, there’s no escape for you, is there?

Jude Jazza, his curse is the 13th fairy from Sleeping Beauty.

Twelve fairies were called to the castle for a banquet of the the newborn princess.

Each of the fairies blessed the lovely princess….

— However, the 13th fairy was not invited to the castle, and it cast a curse on the princess out of resentment.

(I’m sure that’s how the tale goes…)

Kate: ….Is this person vindictive because of his curse, or simply because of his mean personality?

Victor: Hmm, that’s a mystery buried deep beneath the sea —

Jude: Don’t care if it’s some curse or not.

Ellis: Will you sign it? Or…

Jude: Signin’ with yer blood’s fine.

As if to prove his rotten personality, Jude smiled sarcastically….

Kate: I’ll sign anything!

I reflexively responded to his provocation, and ran the pen across the paper.

Within seconds of signing, Jude tucked it in his breast pocket.

Jude: Thanks. Let’s be friends from now on, eh princess?

A cruel person who delights in the misfortunes of others.

(There’s no way I’ll ever fall in love with someone like that.)

(But, if I don’t fulfill my promise, then I’m in breach of the contract….)

— I’ll end up as his prey.

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[tojisun]

I don’t even know if this is both a thing or even hot but grinding your pussy on soaps chest and using his nipple to nudge at your clit

It’s all I can’t think about and idk if it’s weird!!!

this got me wet so fast oh my fucking god? LIKE. idk if its a thing but it should be because HHHH??? dont mind me rambling something thats surely gonst be unedited again—

“c’mere, bon,” he grunts, hefting you up his abdomen with callused palms pressed flat on the flesh of your ass. you hum, sliding on your knees, feeling so utterly bare as each move has you spreading your legs even wider, until you are sure that your cunt is in full display.

johnny makes quiet hushing noises, hands kneading your ass in comfort. it’s endearing despite the debauchery of everything—how he’s looking up at you with shimmering eyes, his cheeks so prettily flushed that it has you addicted. your breaths coming out in ragged rasps because you did that to him.

made him all so desperate by hanging your pussy close enough to reach but far from his mouth. you know that johnny’s always loved eating pussy—making such a filthy mess with your slick, ensuring that every drop is gulped down or at least smeared on his face for him to bask in, like it’s some sort of war trophy.

it’s hot and mind-numbing, but this is new territory. it’s some sort of a turn-on, he said. something about seeing it from a video and getting inspired.

so here you are, hovering over his chest, your breaths suspended in your anticipation.

“go on then, lass,” johnny murmurs, still not letting go of your ass. “make a show f’r me, yeah?”

“okay,” you murmur because what else is there to say?

it was awkward, kind of clunky with how wide johnny is between your legs, but the first brush of your cunt—all slicked slit and throbbing clit—on his pec makes you keen, stuttering to a halt for a moment as you catch your breath, and then you’re off, your hands planted on either side of his face for purchase, hips thrusting to grind whatever you can on johnny’s chest.

“yeah,” he says because he always runs his mouth when it is not filled and busy. “jus’ like that love. yer a prize, ye know that? so cute and dirty, grindin’ on me like i don’t fuck ye good.”

“haaa—johnnnnny,” you whine, desperation bloating because it feels good, it really does, but it’s not enough. it’s all muted pleasure and quiet thrums, like everything is just a teasing caress.

johnny laughs, and it’s almost mocking. “ye say my name so prettily, bon.”

his fingers have dipped lower now, leaving his hands to find purchase on the back of your thighs. his hold dimples your skin, and it gives his fingers room to tease your leaking slit—fucking in shallowly, like he’s just dipping them in to see how wet you’ve become.

a teasing reply builds on the back of your throat, curling, ready to drip out from the corners of your mouth, only—

something changes; it might be johnny’s hold or the way your legs buckle down, but whatever it could be has you toppling over. his voice rises in concern, but you’re deaf to it all, with how your clit brushed against his pebbled nipple.

it has you jerking in surprise, your mouth gargling unintelligibly at the sharp brush of pleasure that races from your pussy. your reactions make johnny pause too, his eyes going wide as he watches the way you try to chase after the bliss—pulling back, shuffling on your knees, before intentionally bucking into his tit.

it’s—

it’s a goddamn beauty, is what it is.

he snarls, hands leaving your ass to press on the back of your head and push you down towards him. he snags your lips for a fervid kiss—all nipping teeth and possessive tongue licking into your mouth.

he’d have to send a fruit basket to his LT and his girl because this? johnny might just have found his new favourite thing.

[dollwrites]

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“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Tartaglia was panting in your ear. repeating the affirmation in weak, happy moans, his breath hot waves crashing against the shell, sending your hair to stand on end. listening to him mewl for you was almost as fun as watching him chase the high that hides in your core. so, you didn’t mind too much that he was hiding his face from you. the face that you knew was screwed into a look of pure nirvana, and tinted rosy across his cheeks and his nose. “You feel so good, you feel damn good. I’m losing it in here, cutie. F-fucking losing it.”

another couple of deep, hard thrusts into you, sending your back arching off the bed and your eyes rolling back, and you knew what he meant. you could feel it— his neediness— in the force behind his fucking, and the depths that his base instinct yearns to reach, that he was close. beyond that, his cock was twitchy, the pink tip painfully swollen as it jabs at your spongy nerves.

he was about to cum.

“Ch—“ you hardly find a gulp of air, but it’s stolen almost as soon as you swallow, fucked out of you. “Childe!” your body reacts to his mercilessness. your cunt clamps down tighter around him, and your ankles lock against his lower back, spurring his body closer to yours, as if begging him to breed you.

“Feel that,” Tartaglia grunts, his thin brows stitching closer, his teeth grinding against each other like he was keeping the urge to bite your neck at bay, “feel you right now. My cute, little vice—“ one of your hands jerks at his ginger roots, nails scraping his scalp, while the other claws at the bed below, desperate to chip away that the immense pleasure building with each time his hips slammed into yours, now. “I’m going to cum, and this little pussy starts hugging me tighter. What’s the matter, cutie? Don’t want me to pull out? Finally going to let me put a baby in you?”

it was only mildly humiliating. after weeks, nay— months— of his incessant want to procreate and your vehement protest, you were weak to the prospect. maybe he’d worn you down, or you were swept too far out into a sea of ecstasy to care about the consequences, the reason didn’t really matter. your eyes struggle to stay open, your breathy heavy and ragged as you try to wet your whistle enough to speak without it sounding needy and raspy. it does, anyways. “D-don’t talk about it, just— d-do it!”

his forearms sneak beneath your body, cross-crossing against your back to jerk you upwards and to his chest, cradling you like a precious treasure, but the caress was merely a means to an end— to capture you in a position where he held all the power, and keep you there. “That’s a good girl,” he swooned, ignoring your plea to not humiliate you further. with his face buried in your neck, the sweat clinging to your roots stuck your hair to his face, and his lips dragged and smeared over your hot skin, teeth grazing your pulse point as he speaks, “being such a pretty, little baby oven for me, so warm and inviting.” Tartaglia growls for a moment, a harsh rumbling as he’s nearly crossing the finishing line. “This is going to be a big one, haaa… I’m going to fill you up, that okay, cutie?”

heavens, was it ever.

you nod, now groping his fiery tendrils with both fists. each lock was slick with sweat and slid through your fingers, but you grappled constantly stimulating him further with the rough treatment.

he gurgles out a happy moan in the back of your throat. “Good cutie,” he whispers, “You want to give me lots of sons and daughters to spoil, I can tell. You’re so desperate to have my babies. And believe me— I am so fucking desperate to give them to you. Hold extra still, baby girl, here it comes!”

[interloved]

BABY, LOVE!

↳ feat. diluc, kazuha, childe, zhongli, albedo and xiao

description box; the genshin characters above as tutors / professors, who’ll give you study sessions… or should we say, study sessions in love?

warnings; heavy nsfw warning!!, XIAO IS ZHONGLI’S BROTHER, light yandere, mentions of obsession, perverts, professor/tutor x student relationship, corruption kink, mentions of cheating and persuasion, slight bimbofication, toxicity, MINOR BLOGS DNI!!

smut below the cut

READ PART TWO HERE: part two.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ diluc!

YOUR ECONOMICS PROFESSOR.

professoe!diluc, who met you in a tavern, a pretty and young thing, eyeing him up and down.

professor!diluc, who’s just so, so mean to you, who never lets you cum and likes to tease you so much…

professor!diluc, who sees you the next day in his economics class, is flabbergasted and shocked… and yet, strangely happy.

professor!diluc, who just can’t resist you and your cuteness and orders you to come to his office after class.

professor!diluc, who makes you kneel in front of him and suck his cock under his desk, and you always comply faithfully like the good, little girl you are.

professor!diluc, who is aware of how many students come to his office after class for questions, who is well aware how teasing you can be.

professor!diluc, for whom it’s hard to concentrate on his students’ questions when you’re just below his desk, sucking him off so lovingly, so well and so good…

professor!diluc, stoic and calm as ever, who suddenly begins to blush, jerk up all of a sudden and stutter whenever his cock hits the back of your throat, whenever you hum quietly your throat vibrates because you know how good that will feel for diluc.

professor!diluc, who punishes you afterwards, who forces you to cockwarming him as he works on his presentation for the next lesson, ignoring your whining and needy pleads.

professor!diluc, who likes to overstimulate you and push you to your limits when he’s finished his work and begins to lecture you… After all, a good girl needs lecturing from time to time, too, right? He can’t let such bad and scandalously wrong behaviour go unnoticed, isn’t that right?

“ah, ah, ah, ah… prof—mhm! professor… haaa…”

“what do you want me to do, love? use your words…”

“want… want you to fuck me… till i, ah, ah… haaa, oh my god, please! hmmm, need you to fuck me till i… hngh! can’t… walk, professor… please, please, please, professor… ah! fill — fill me up, please… wanna have your babies…”

“mhm… well, if you’re asking that politely…”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ kazuha!

YOUR PHILOSOPHY PROFESSOR.

professor!kazuha, whose attention you first caught by handing in your profound and well-researched philosophy paper, and whose attention you were able to keep because of your angel-like face and goddess-like body.

professor!kazuha, who would invite you to his office after lessons.

professor!kazuha, whose eyes would dip down a little bit too much, whose eyes would linger way too long on your chest. but you don’t notice, you just don’t notice the way he licks his lips after eyeing you up and down, don’t notice the way lust and hunger creeps into his eyes after you use excessive gestures to mark your point — excessive gestures that make him crave you even more.

professor!kazuha, who likes riling you up with obviously wrong opinions just to see you become all vivid and to see you use excessive gestures again to support your opinion because all he then would think about is you writhing under his body, you squirming around under him, you arching your back when he pleasures you, you scratching his back with your nails when he fucks you rough and raw, or you kissing him feverishly as he fingers you…

prfoessor!kazuha, who pretends to like hearing your opinions on specific topics in philosophy when all he wants is to hear your voice begging him for mercy.

professor!kazuha, who would invite you for drinks in his dorm.

professor!kazuha, who would get drunk and who’d get you drunk too, who’d get touchy with you after having downed a few drinks…

professor!kazuha, who’s just too good with his fingers in you, whose words of affection and praise just turn you on so, so much, whose small confirmations of you doing well just rot your brain until you can’t think no more.

professor!kazuha, who likes folding you underneath him to his will, who likes seeing your bare body so vulnerable and exposed, who likes the view of you being so adorably willing to pleasure him…

professor!kazuha, who later on makes a habit of ordering you to his dorms, who teaches you and your naive, innocent self how to masturbate when he isn’t there to help you, how to insert a vibrator into yourself…

professor!kazuha, who likes using your face and your body as canvas for his cum.

professor!kazuha, who enjoys corrupting your mind with sinfully sexual scenarios until you’re all tainted with sins… But wasn’t this what you were asking for when your doll eyes fluttered at him like that the day before? Wasn’t this exactly what you wanted? It’s not his fault you’re so innocent, after all, he’s only protecting you and teaching you, like a good professor should.

“we shouldn’t… mhm… be doing this her—ah, hah, mhm… here…”

“this is my dorm. we’ll be fine. you just concentrate on taking my cock, alright? you’re doing so well…”

“ah… hah… ‘m doing well?”

“yes, darling… so, so, so well… such an obedient, pretty, little thing you are… ‘m so curious. must’ve saved a country in my past life to deserve you, huh… keep it up, won’t you?”

“ah… oh, oh… haaa, uh huh… anythin’ for you, kazu — ah! mhm, ah… ah… ah!”

“that’s what i — mhm — like to hear… good girl… such a sweet soul… you look so beautiful right now, what a sight.”

“‘m pretty… i’m pretty? ah, haaa… fuck, oh!”

“of course you are… such a pretty girl, you should see yourself right now. you’re doing so well, my good, little girl… fuck, you feel so good…”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ childe!

YOUR MATH TUTOR.

tutor!childe, who would drop pencils as an excuse to look under the desk, to sneak a look at what’s under those pretty skirts you always wear.

tutor!childe, whose eyes sometimes linger a little too long on your lips when you ask him questions regarding mathematics.

tutor!childe, who would stand a little too close behind you when he’s supposedly “checking your work”.

tutor!childe, who would use any excuse to touch you, be it his fingers grazing yours when he reaches for the paper sheet of exercises when you’re finished, be it him standing behind you and grabbing your pencil when you do something wrong — somehow, he always manages to find a way for the back of his hand to touch yours — or be it him snaking his arm around your waist gently when he escorts you out of the library.

tutor!childe, who fantasises about you, your pretty body and your voice at night, wondering how beautiful you’d look pinned down by him, wondering how your hair would look like splashed out on his bed sheets, wondering whether you’d scream his name when he fucks you or whether you’d whisper his name like a mantra, wondering whether your eyes would gloss over and spill tears of pleasure or whether they’d roll up to the back of your skull, wondering whether you’d scream for him to go faster and harder or whether you’d beg for him to be gentle with you… but it isn’t his fault for thinking so, right? After all, it’s you who chooses to wear those incredibly tight crop tops and those pretty, little skirts… It’s not something Childe is at fault for, right?

“ch-childe… please be gentle… you — ah, you’re going too… t-too fast… please don’t, mhm, hngh, not too…”

“too what, hm?”

“t-too… hah, ah, ah, ah, ah! oh my — right there, please, please, please… oh my god, childe! childe, childe, childe…”

“that’s what i thought. you just keep moaning my name, m’kay?”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ zhongli!

YOUR LITERATURE AND HISTORY PROFESSOR.

professor!zhongli, who would always notice those handsome and attractive boys and sometimes even gorgeous girls talking to you in lessons, asking whether you’re free this afternoon to grab a coffee or whether they could get your number.

professor!zhongli, who guilt-trips your innocent mind into thinking that it’s all your fault, that it’s your fault those boys and girls are always drooling so much over you and your prettiness that they won’t focus on zhongli’s literature and history lessons anymore.

professor!zhongli, who buys you expensive and pretty but less revealing clothes to “make the student body” to be able to concentrate better again.

professor!zhongli, who likes to bend you over his desk in his office in afternoons, knowing you’d decline any guy’s offer to take you out this afternoon just in case zhongli would ask you to stop by his office again, because he just takes cares of you so well, because he just fucks you so, so, so good; so good you sometimes can’t even show up next lessons because you’re limping so much and would always furiously blush when zhongli’s eyes would gaze to you…

professor!zhongli, who often invites you over to his place, where you meet his little brother xiao, and you treat his little brother so well he knows you’d be a good mother.

professor!zhongli, who deliberately claims to have forgotten to use protection, because he likes to breed you, dreams about fucking a baby into you, hopes to knock you up so you won’t ever leave him and because he knows you’d shower your child or children with unconditional love.

professor!zhongli, who would, out of spite, give the guys in his class who would bother you, bad grades and would never give them time to talk to him about their grades.

professor!zhongli, who enjoys seeing you in his blouse, which is way too big for you, standing in the kitchen as you cook breakfast for him clumsily, zhongli, who would press his body against yours when you’re cooking, distracting you with back hugs and neck kisses.

professor!zhongli, who likes to overstimulate you until you’re fucked stupid, not even able to scream his name anymore, zhongli, who makes it his mission to kiss your cervix with his cock, who makes it his mission for you to be disabled to walk the next morning so he gets to carry you around in princess-style like a gentleman.

prfoessor!zhongli, who prays to God that the guys and girls interested in you would just drop dead… but sometimes, praying and hoping God will take care of it just isn’t enough, is it? Look what you made him do — those people don’t show up to his lessons the next day, the next week or even the next month… Just what happened to them?

professor!zhongli, who would always distract you whenever you bring up that topic, who would kiss you and finger you so well, who’d bury his head between your soft thighs, hands gripping onto them tightly, zhongli, who would make sure to eat you out for hours and finger you so good that you won’t remember a thing you wanted to ask him… After all, he’s doing all of this just for you. You should be grateful he’s putting in all this effort, shouldn’t you?

“shhh, princess… keep quiet, won’t you? don’t want my colleagues to hear you.”

“ah, ah, ah… p-please, ‘s too big, won’t fit… won’t — hngh! mhm… haaa… too… too, too big, sir… it won’t — oh, oh, ah! no… n— ah!”

“make it fit, princess. it fit before, didn’t it? come on, be a good princess for me, hm?”

“y-yes, sir… h-haaa — zhongli! oh my god — ‘m gonna… hngh!”

“zhongli?”

“no — no, i mean sir… s-sir!”

“tsk. you know only good princesses can cum, right? seems like you can’t this time, since you made a mistake.”

“no, no, no… won’t make another mistake again, s-sir, i’ll be a-ah! ah, ah, oh — please… i’ll be a good princess, sir… o-oh, hngh… p-please, won’t make another — haaa, ah, ah — mistake again… sir… please, sir… need to cum, ‘m so close!”

“ah-ah. you cum and i’ll punish you.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ albedo

YOUR SCIENCE TUTOR.

tutor!albedo, who is well aware of how stupid and dumb you are when it comes to science.

tutor!albedo, who bullies you and teases you constantly for your stupidity and the lacking ability to understand what he explains.

tutor!albedo, who is so fed up with you and your not understanding of science that he proposes a different approach…

tutor!albedo, who fucks you agonisingly and painfully slowly from behind, albedo, who splashes question papers and notes of science in front of you, and for every right answer, he lets you orgasm once… And even though you have a boyfriend, you let it happen, because the tip of cock just fits into your womb so well, because he somehow always manages to kiss your cervix and to play around with your clit so much better than your boyfriend does…

tutor!albedo, who makes you so reliant and dependent on him that after he officially quits being a tutor because he’s moving away, no other tutor can help you as well as he did.

tutor!albedo, who ensures he pleasures you so mindblowingly well that it’s assured that you’ll always come back crawling to him, no matter how far away he is and no matter how much you are aware that you have a boyfriend.

tutor!albedo, who makes your tummy feel so full and fuzzy and warm after your sessions, who inserts butt plugs and vibrators in you, so that whenever you leave his home to meet up with your boyfriend, he’ll turn on the vibrator to its highest level, so that you just won’t have any other choice than to come back to him, because neither you can pleasure yourself the way he does, nor your boring, bland and stupid boyfriend.

tutor!albedo, who often fantasises about fucking you in front of your boyfriend, just to show him that he can do it better than he can… And who knows? Maybe someday, he’ll fuck you dumb and senseless so that your legs will tremble in one of the science class rooms, and perhaps, your stupid, stupid, stupid boyfriend will walk in to see albedo drinking all your juices and fucking you roughly on one of the tables… but seriously. Who knows? Maybe it’ll happen tomorrow, or today… or it is happening right now, right his second…

“you love me more than your shitty, stupid boyfriend, don’t you, love?”

“yes, yes, yes! ah, ah, right there, hnghhh, feels so good…”

“tell me again… come on, i wanna hear it again. who do you love more? me or your boyfriend, hmmm?”

“you, you, you! you, albedo, love you so much more… ‘s you, ‘s always you… h-hah, please, please, please, need you so much, i’m — hnghh… albedo, ‘bedo, need you to go faster…”

“does he fuck you as well as i do, huh?”

“n-no! you do… it so much better… so, so much better… ah, ah, ah… ah, please, harder, wanna feel you… oh, oh! ‘m so close, i’m so close, albedo… albedo!”

“that’s it, cum for me and for me only, love…”

BONUS…

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ xiao!

YOUR P. E. TUTOR + ZHONGLI’S LITTLE BROTHER.

tutor!xiao, who comes home after his afternoon jogging sessions to find his big brother zhongli, a professor, fucking his favourite student in the kitchen.

“are you sure your little, haaa, brother won’t be… mhm… h-home before… we finish thi—ah, ah, ah, ah! zh-zhongli, zhongli… hngh, please, please, please… feels so good… ‘m feeling so full… w-wait, ‘s too big, won’t fit, won’t fit! ah, ah — zhongli! ah!”

“what were you just saying about my brother, hm, darling?”

“‘m… hmmm… haaaa! dunno… don’t know… oh, oh, yes, right there, please, sir, please, please, please… haaa, zhongli… zhongli, zhongli, zhongli! ah, ah… ah! hngghhh… mhm… zhongli…”

tutor!xiao, who overhears you and his brother, and is ashamed to admit that he fantasises about you moaning his instead of his brother’s name at night.

tutor!xiao, who wishes it was him fucking you rather than his brother.

tutor!xiao, who has seen your bare body once and can’t get the image out of his mind anymore…

tutor!xiao, who hopes that he suddenly becomes his brother just so he can be anything but “your boyfriend’s little brother”…

author’s note; please tell me if you liked it, and if not — how can i do better?

[selfindulgentpixies]

MDNI Trans!Satoru Gojo x GN!reader

CW: Trans Gojo (his clit is referred to as a cock), Afab!Reader, GN!Reader, reader gets called pretty and gorgeous but only neutral pronouns are used. You eat Gojo out and he fucks you with a strap. Trans Gojo haunts me oh so sexily and has been buzzing about my brain for a while. It's been a long time since i wrote proper smut so please be kind. (Also sorry to those who have been waiting for this I get super self conscious writing smut so it takes me a while. Also all rude comments or hate for trans!Gojo will be met with a very swift block and possibly a report. I do not have time for transphobes)

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Mine mine mine

You could stay here between his legs and be happy to never leave as he ruts against your face, plush wet fold sliding over your lips and your tongue dipping into his hole as his fat cock grinds against your nose. Yeah no you could probably die happy like this surrounded in his scent and taste. You might actually if he doesn’t loosen the grip on the back of your head, pushing you tighter and deeper against his cunt. 

“Fuuuck just like that. Haaa You’re so good for me.” His deep moans and thready breaths go straight to your own core. You know he’ll fuck you once you’re done. He never leaves you wanting, always returns the pleasure you’d given him in kind.

In the interest of your continued existence however you lightly pinch the inside of his thigh making him jerk and loosen his grip on the back of your head so you can pull back for a breath. “Haaa sorry sorry,” He says as his hand goes from gripping your hair to petting over it. His hips stutter upward when your warm breath fans over his cock and cunt. He looks down at you and you’re a mess. Eyes glazed over and his slick coating the lower half of your face making it glisten. “Fuck you’re gorgeous like this. Leaves no doubt that you’re mine.” His lips curl up in a lazy grin bringing out his dimples and rosy cheeks. He’s not much better than you, hair clinging to his face from sweat, chest stained pink while it rises and falls. His hand moves from your hair, slides over your cheek and then cups your chin where he swipes his thumb over your glistening lips before dipping into your eager mouth. You suck on the rough digit drawing a groan from deep in his chest. 

He pulls his thumb from your mouth with a small pop, a thin trail of spit connects you to the digit for a moment almost like it’s an extension of your reluctance to release it. He can’t help but chuckle at the pout you give him before he’s pulling you up along his body, one of his thighs slotting between yours, your arousal slicking across his strong thigh as you go, your own leg is pressed tight against his puffy folds. He licks a stripe over your messy chin and into your mouth, taking pleasure in the mixed taste of the two of you, taking satisfaction in the way you moan into his mouth as you try rut against his thigh, taking, taking, taking because he can never get enough of you and would pull you into his own being if he could. Strong hands still your hips as he begins to grind up against you, controlling the pace as your cunts slick against each other's thighs. You moan against his mouth, actually trying to kiss him being abandoned in favor of panting and whining into each other. It’s all so messy, absolutely wanton as your hands slide up his chest and wet sounds fill the room. 

“Can I get you to cum like this? Just grinding on my thigh?” You feel his smirk as he skims his lips down your throat to nip at the delicate skin there. He didn’t actually have room to tease considering the mess he was making against your own thigh but he was scattering your thoughts too much for you to point that out. You’d already been drunk on him long before he’d pulled you up from between his thighs.

“Satoru, please,” You whine, gripping tightly at his shoulders. 

“Please what?” And he pulls his face back from where he’d been marking up your neck to give you a smug grin and has the nerve to stop grinding the two of you together because of course he had to be a tease and a menace even in bed. 

The whine you let out this time could be called petulant as the man currently controlling your pleasure stills you with strong hands as you try to chase your own pleasure. The high you’d been chasing stuttering and being suspended before you by the unfairly pretty man you were giving yourself to. He could swear he feels your cunt pulse against him and how you're trying to move your hips to get something, anything from him. It’s all in vain though with his strong hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your plush body. You likely have perfect little bruises later as a reminder.

“You’re gonna have to use your words, pretty.” He nips at your kiss swollen lips. 

“You’re terrible.” Your words only make him smile harder and god is it a pretty smile even when it’s at your expense. “Want more of you.” You pout and as you begin to glance away he rocks his thigh against you, a reward that draws a hissed breath between your teeth out of surprise. Perhaps he wasn’t as dead set at playing games with you as thought he might be as he begins to slowly grind the two of you together again. 

“Want more of me how?” He asks against your lips. “You really getting shy on me now even after you’d been moaning into my cunt just a minute ago?” His voice is low and the nature of his words makes your stomach flutter and your thighs clench around his. 

You try to bury your face in his neck but he grips you at the nape and gently pulls you back enough to look at him, the oceans in his eyes partially obscured by his blown wide pupils. You swallow thickly. “Want you to fuck me.” 

“There you go.” And suddenly he’s flipping you over, your back being pressed down into the plush bed. He kisses you before pulling back and rising to his knees. The air of the room chills against your exposed cunt and the wet patch Satoru had left on your thigh. You watch him as he shuffles to the side table where he’d left his already prepared strap and it’s harness, the base of which is specifically textured and shaped to also give pleasure to the wearer. You watch transfixed as he puts it on, admiring how the straps of the harness frame his ass. He smirks over his shoulder at you, well aware of how you hadn’t taken your eyes off him. 

Moving back over to you he pushes your legs apart to make space for himself. He places one of his hands on your lower tummy, splaying his fingers out before gently squeezing the soft flesh there. He chuckles to himself. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Oh just thinking about how ruined you’re going to be once i’m right here.” He gives you another squeeze and delights in how you squeak and your cheeks heat up. 

“Satoruuu, stop,” You whine and then your eyes widen when he starts to pull back entirely despite damn well knowing what you meant. “No no no I meant stop teasing not stop stop.” You begin to sit up and reach for him. 

He smiles at you cheekily and grabs your hands as they reach for him, linking your fingers together. “But you’re so fun to tease.” He leans in until your noses are just barely touching. From this close he can’t see you pout but he can see how your brows knit together. He rubs your noses together before kissing the space between your eyebrows, then kisses the apple of your cheek and then finally your lips. “You know I’ll always take care of you after though. Would never dream of leaving my pretty hanging. Now-” he releases your hands so he can slide them down your body, taking in every dip and soft curve. The feeling of his slightly rough hands making a shiver go through you. “-where was I?” he pauses at where he’d been originally groping at your stomach before moving lower, his touch turning feather light and teasing as his fingers move over where you want him most. You buck your hips involuntarily at the light contact. 

Gojo tuts at you and holds your hips down with one hand while he teasingly explores your folds, almost agonizing in his gentleness as he slides his long fingers through them. He catches your clit between his middle and index finger before leaning down to suck on it, his fingers moving away from it to begin to dip into your wet heat. When you try to buck toward him the hand on your hip holds you firm. He hums against your clit as he pushes his fingers into your wet heat, drawing a moan from your kiss swollen lips.

The contact is gone all too quickly as he pulls everything back, his mouth, his fingers. Your pathetic whine is unneeded as he’s immediately positioning his silicone cock at your entrance. He dips the head in, watching your face intently as he pushes it in inch by inch. 

His name catches somewhere between a whine and a sigh as it falls from your lips. “Satoru…” You reach for him and he catches your hands in his own, lacing his larger fingers with yours once again and pressing them down into the mattress on either side of your head as he covers your body with your own, bottoming out. Pressing his lips against yours he swallows a moan from you before beginning a slow grind into you, his own cunt and cock rubbing against the silicone base of the strap on.  He pants into your mouth and when he pulls back slightly to gaze at you a string of spit connects the two of you. 

“You’re so fucking pretty like this. Pretty and mine.” His thrusts pick up. “Always gonna be mine yeah?” 

“Always yours,” you reply dazed and already looking fucked out. You wrap your legs around his hips, trying to keep him deep inside of you. 

He squeezes your hands, now spurred on, working his hips to get your both to your high. The sounds filling the bedroom are obscene, the wet sounds of his cock filling your cunt over and over, the sounds of skin on skin and not least of all your moans. You’ll probably get a sound complaint later for the headboard banging against the wall if nothing else. “ ‘toru I’m-” You cry out. And he swallows your cry of pleasure, his lips covering your own. He can feel your orgasm splash against him, soaking the sheets beneath you as he ruts harder into you, drawing it out while chasing his own. You feel his hips stutter and press hard into you, slowing into a steady grind as he slows before pulling out and flopping next to you. 

He pulls you against his chest, and the both of you lay there panting as you come down. One of his hands runs up and down your spine while you kiss at the underside of his jaw. After several calm moments you speak up and he swears can hear the pout it your voice. “You didn’t let me finish eating you out.” He laughs sudden and loud.  The two of you were nowhere near done for the night.

@strawberrystepmom @princess-okkotsu @icy-spicy @nanamikentoseyebags

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Roronoa Zoro Kink: #15 Bratty Reader Prompt: #1 "Beg for it." Gift Giver: @brat4days

Summary: Zoro demands you beg for him to be in your mouth, and you refuse.

Content Notes: Dirty talk, begging, Zoro calls reader a slut and they both realize they like it, rough oral, facial, light bondage, hair pulling 18+

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Your mouth was open, Zoro’s deliciously long, veiny cock was mere inches from your lips, but his hold on your hair kept you from being able to lean in any closer. You whimpered a little, but with your hands tied behind your back, held in place with his bandana, there was little you could do.

Zoro left you to struggle for a little bit longer, listening to you whimper and huff. For all you were doing though, you weren’t doing what he wanted you to do.

“Beg for it.” He says flatly, and you pause.

“I’m not going to beg to suck your cock.” You grumble. “Just… let me do it.” You tug against his hold, tongue out, trying to at least lick the tip and convince him to let you go. “You know you want me to.”

“I want you,” he says, pulling your head back harder as he leans down over you. “To beg for it.”

“I’m not- hnnngh!” He reaches down with his free hand and twists your nipple harshly. Your initial grimace of pain shifts and you can’t help a few heavy pants as the pain tingled pleasurably against your skin. He always knew just how long to make it sting before stopping, and the pleasure that followed always addled your brain a bit.

“You want it,” he says with a grin.

“Haaa, I do.” You admit, licking your lips and biting on your lower lip a little. “But I’m not going to beg for it. You’re not going to let that raging stiffy just twitch out in the air like that.”

Zoro grunts, and picks you up for a moment, setting you down by the wall near the bunks. He puts the bottom of Wado’s sheath against your collarbone, keeping you pressed against the wall as he starts to jerk himself off.

“… What’re you doing?”

“Taking care of my ‘raging stiffy’.” He says.

“Yes, I can see that.” You say, pushing back against Wado. It’s no use, you can’t get any leverage against the pin enough to even shift to the side. “At least finish on me.”

“Nope.”

“That’s not even your bunk, that’s-.”

“The shitty cook’s.” He answers.

You whimper, you can’t lay in Sanji’s bed the cook would die from blood loss. “Don’t, c’mon, Zoro, please.”

He looks over at you. “Beg.”

“I’m not…” Your eyes shift down from Zoro’s gaze and you can see precum starting to leak from the tip. He’s not slowing down either.

“Please,” you say it, but you’re not looking at him. “Please let me suck your cock. Don’t – don’t cum on Sanji’s bunk, please.”

Zoro moves the sword out of the way, turning toward you. He’s slowed down a little, but he hasn’t stopped stroking himself.

“You can do better than that.” He says. “Get on your knees like the pretty little slut we both know you are, and beg for it.”

The swordsman was usually so laconic you barely got more than a few words out of him during the entire night. It wasn’t so much that he was talking a lot tonight, but his words were sinking straight into the bones, and you nearly moaned when he called you a slut.

Carefully sinking down to your knees, spreading them open wide, you look up at him. “Please le-let me wrap my greedy lips around your delicious cock.” You begin. “I’ll lick and moan so sweetly for you, like a… a good slut.”

You squirm a little, and Zoro grins. It’s not the first time he’s told you to beg for it, but it’s the first time he’s called you a name like that. You’re both pleased to know it affects you so well.

He puts his hands against the wall, widening his stance enough to put himself at level with your mouth. “Well?” He prompts, and you lean forward, licking the slick of precum off his tip.

A soft grunt of air is all the approval you get as you begin to work, licking circles around his tip before leaning forward more. You press your lips against his shaft, working your tongue against the head for a few moments until you can feel him twitch and almost buck deeper into your mouth.

Letting his length slide against your tongue, you lean in closer, taking him in deeper and moaning. You hear him suck in a breath and his hand smacks against the wall a little, and so you get more aggressive going down on him further and a little faster.

Leaning back you let all of him fall out of your mouth, giving him a teasing lick. “C’mon, help me out. Fuck my mouth and cum down my throat. Please, I’m beg-hurk!” Zoro’s hands were against the back of your head, shoving his thick cock down your throat before you could finish.

A few long thrusts and he pulls out for a second, as you cough and sputter, having been caught off guard earlier.

“Well?” He prompts again, his voice heavy and demanding.

“M-More, please.” You say meekly, your earlier moment of sass abated.

He grins, holding your head so you’re looking up at him, and rubs his length along your tongue a few times. “That’s better.”

He pushes into your mouth slowly, bringing your nose into his pubes before slowly pulling back out. You breathe in deep and he does it again, and again, and once the rhythm is set he begins to move a little faster, pushing down your throat and holding you against his hips for a second before pulling you back. Soft little pleas falling from your lips as you try to beg more.

After a few minutes he holds you in place, pushing into your mouth almost too fast. It’s dizzying and you’re focused on breathing until the hot release paints the back of your throat, and along your tongue as Zoro pulls back stroking himself as he urges more cum onto your face.

“Ahh, haa, mmm, thank you.” You manage to say, licking your lips and smiling up at Zoro.

“There’s my good sheath.” He says with a grin. “I should reward you.”

[saorikuhara39]

July 2023 Short Story 【To You With Whom We Will Share Our Destiny Someday】

Translation by @saorikuhara39

Personal Use Only, PLEASE DO NOT REPOST

[from B'sLOG July 2023 issue: Pick Up Title - Obey Me! Nightbringer]

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Special Project - Exclusive Short Story

【To You With Whom We Will Share Our Destiny Someday】

A newly written short story which is a prequel to "Obey Me! Nightbringer", has arrived!

Check out this precious moment depicting their time together in the Celestial Realm before the Great Celestial War.

One Afternoon at the Celestial Palace

Mammon: Ahhhh! I’M BORED!!! Hey, Levi, what’cha doin’?

Leviathan: I’m counting the patterns on the ceiling... Don’t talk to me.

Mammon: Doom and gloom! That’s what y’are choosin’ for fighin’ boredom!?

Leviathan: ARGHH! Dang it! I’ve lost count!

Asmodeus: Hmm, that’s not pretty. Can't Mammon and Levi do something more dignified as angels?

Mammon: What's dignified is what you’re doin’ right now, by taking your clothes off and leavin’ ‘em all over the place!

Asmodeus: NO! That's for selecting an outfit to wear at the next festival! I’ll have to choose my dress based on the weather, the temperature, where the light is coming from at the moment when I get the most attention... everything!

Beelzebub: Why?

Asmodeus: That’s because, everyone is expecting me in the most dignified and beautiful look!

Leviathan: But your clothes are tossed all over the place. Belphie is buried under them and sleeping.

Belphegor: Zzz...Zzz...

Beelzebub: Belphie, you’ll catch a cold.

Asmodeus: AHH! Wait a sec, Beel! Don’t leave your crumbs all over my outfits!

Beelzebub: Woah, sorry. I didn’t notice. You want any, Asmo?

Asmodeus: That's not what I meant!

Leviathan: For real! I’ve been counting the patterns on the wall, and now I’ve lost count! Shut up, guys!

Mammon: What are ya, some pattern-counting expert? Haaa… How did I end up with such younger brothers?

Leviathan, Asmodeus: Huh?

Leviathan: But that’s my line???

Asmodeus: I was hoping for a cooler big brother!?

Mammon: Huh!? I'm the epitome of the cool big bro!

Leviathan: More like the epitome of uncool self-conscious idiot.

Mammon: WHAT!? Say that again, you jerk!

Leviathan: AHHH! Stop it stop it! Don’t pull me!!

Lucifer: *yawn*……

Beelzebub: Lucifer, you’re awake.

Lucifer: I woke up thanks to the noise. Beel.

Beelzebub: Got it.

Mammon, Leviathan: D’WAH!

Mammon: Beel! Put me down!

Leviathan: I give up! I give up!

Lucifer: For goodness’ sake. This is why Raphael gave me sarcastic remarks.

Beelzebub: How did he say that?

Mammon: “For goodness’ sake… Are the 7 of you really the 7 siblings? How about getting yourselves checked?”

Leviathan: Sounds a lot like him lol

Asmodeus: Hey, come to think of it. We consider all angels to be our brothers and sisters, right? So why are the 7 of us are specially known as the 7 siblings?

Lucifer: ……When Belphie was born, this is what Father told me.

He said, “There is a special bond between all of you that shares the same destiny together”.

Leviathan: I can see nothing but the worst future if I share my destiny with him!?

Mammon: Shuddup! I will not share my destiny with the one who counts the pattern on the walls!

Lucifer: Beel.

Beelzebub: Gotcha.

Mammon, Leviathan: YOWCHIEEEEEEE!

Belphegor: ……Hey, wasn’t there the 6 of us only when I was born?

Asmodeus: Ah, Belphie woke up!

Lucifer: Right. Father may have predicted that Lilith will be joining us.

Belphegor: No wonder.

Lucifer: I didn't know that at the time, so I often wondered what kind of brother the seventh-born would be.

Asmodeus: Hmm, what kind of brother do you want?

Beelzebub: I’m curious.

Lucifer: ......Someone who is full of interest and curiosity in the world and wants to know everything. Probably like books. If there's anything he doesn’t understand, he’ll ask me right away. He is full of intelligence, but he also has an unrivalled passion. It would be a pain to make him listen, but even so I will enjoy taking care of him.

Mammon: ......

Leviathan: ......

Asmodeus: ......

Beelzebub: ......

Belphegor: ......

Lucifer: ......What is it......

Asmodeus: How to put it, it’s so specific.

Mammon: Yeah, what the heck was that?

Beelzebub: My stomach is feeling a little sick.

Belphegor: It can’t be……

Leviathan: I’M NOT BEING JEALOUS!!!!

Lucifer: What’s wrong with you all? Jealous of your non-existent brother?

Lucifer: Don’t worry. Having you all to share the destiny is enough.

Mammon: Agreed much!

Leviathan: If curiosity is what you want, I’ve got it too...!

Asmodeus: Anyway Lucifer, which outfit do you think will be fit for the festival?

Beelzebub: Do you think I have an unrivalled passion?

Mammon, Leviathan: Hmm......?

Lucifer: It’s okay, Beel. Just be yourselves.

Lucifer: ......No matter where you are, as long as you can be yourselves......

Belphegor: Lucifer?

Lucifer: No, it’s nothing. Don’t mind me.

Belphegor: Okay. Lilith isn’t back yet… Michael called for you, saying that Father wants to talk to you, right?

Lucifer: Right, that's what I heard. I'll be right back.

Belphegor: Umm. ......Hey, Lucifer.

Lucifer: What?

Belphegor: I’m really glad, that we have a special bond that share our destiny.

Lucifer: ......Belphie. Hmm, that’s right.

Lucifer: Me too.

[herprincess]

i heard you have requests open!! im aware you're The Velchid Guy(/gn) but im on my hands and knees for some velritz(velvet x kid ritz) somehow...

Ooooh, what a fun pair! I haven’t heard of this yet.

Here you go!

VELVET/KID RITZ “Stars”

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Ritz sighed as he finished up an interview with yet another celebrity. It was now about midnight, and she had a snobby attitude and had a snarky comeback for every question he asked. Her name was Glitz if he recalled correctly. Just another basic celebrity with the same masked personality, trying their best to charm whoever was watching from home. He moved onto the next star, his boss said he had to do all the interviews at the event… no help at all. It was gonna be a long night.

Next up was.. Velvet and Veneer. He prepared himself and rehearsed the questions in his head before approaching the two. His eyes had been on  Velvet for awhile. The twins had done tons of interviews with him and they exchanged numbers eventually, so he knew them at the level of a floater friend. Velvet was stumbling on top of Veneer who looked around awkwardly. He noticed Ritz coming up to him and immediately straightened his twin sister up by the shoulders, trying to cover up the fact that she was drunk and failed pretty miserably. Velvets eyes darted around from the sudden movement before they focused on Ritz.

“Hey… hey. Did you know I gottt,” she holds up two fingers, “TWO cats… named.. haaa.” Velvet forgot what she was trying to say and went back to trying to escape her brothers grip.

“No you don’t?” Veneer groaned, looking up at Ritz. “Sorry about her.. she’s uh, just having a lot of fun!” he was obviously trying to cover up the fact that she was underage and drunk. 

‘Man, do these events in Rageous even pay attention to age limits?.’ Ritz thought before remembering where he was and  looked away for a second before refocusing his attention on the two. 

Ritz opens his mouth to speak, but Veneer suddenly got dragged away by some random guy that he seemed to be friends with. Since his grip had previously been on Velvet, the sudden jerk made her crash right onto the floor, with a loud thud. He winced and crouched down to poke her, checking if she was out.

She rolled over onto her back and started giggling uncontrollably, kicking her legs like a little kid. Ritz smiled a bit at the sight. Seeing her act childlike and laughing for real made him see her a lot more human than her celebrity facade showed. But he did realize she was drinking underage, and he really didn’t want her getting in trouble… Oh! He could try and flush the alcohol out of her? Maybe that could work fast.

“Um, Velvet, can you come with me? And try and act normal..” she looks up at him with those big blue eyes, they were dazed and her pupils were dialated. He breathed in sharply. She was so obvious.

“Stranger danger!” she exclaimed and tryed running away, but Ritz held her around her stomach, making her just look like a cartoon character trying to take off.

She looked back at him, comically defeated. “Okay, fine, stranger.” 

He sighed, relieved, and helped her walk over to a cooler filled with water and alcohol. Her eyes widened at the sight of another drink and tryed reaching in. He shoved her away from it.

“Oh, no you don’t.” He grabbed a few bottles of water and slammed the cooler shut. His boss was going to kill him, but the law would kill Velvet if he didn’t try and help her.

She looked up at him with the most hurt look she could come up with, and tears started pooling in her eyes. He thought she was crying over the alcohol, but she definitely wasn’t. “I love mac and cheeeeese…” she slapped her hands over her face and sobbed dramatically. 

“Yeah, I know you do.” he didn’t know what else to say. He lead her to the bathroom since it was more secluded and sat her down on a platform that was attached to the wall. He sat beside her and opened a bottle of water.

“Look, Velvet, you need to drink a few of these, I just don’t want you getting in trouble.” he holds the water up to her mouth and helps her sip some. Some dribbled down her chin and dropped onto her dress, leaving a few dark spots.

She didn’t argue and continued drinking it with his help, then suddenly shoved the bottle away, causing some water to go flying on the floor. 

"Oh, look at the stars! So beautiful!" she points up to the ceiling, her face melted into a more relaxed look. He looked at her in bewilderment, man, she was gone..

"We're inside. Those are ceiling lights." he rested his head and his palm and smiled a bit at her. She was a much more enjoyable person to be around when she wasn’t constantly degrading something or trying to seem sophisticated. She was just a normal teenage girl just this once. 

He noticed she’d been quiet for some time and looked down to see dozed off, her head resting on the wall. He smiled a bit and decided to scroll on his socials. Yeah, he could’ve left her there to sleep and finished up his interviews. But he just.. couldn’t. 

‘Shit,’ he thought with a audible sigh. ‘I only got her to drink one bottle.’ She had slept for a few hours, and he eventually joined her, moving his head to rest on the opposite side of the wall, his hand resting on his stomach, and quickly fell into a deep sleep. 

He felt a shake. Another. Ugh, was that his mom? His eyes opened slowly and he remembered he was still at this stupid event. Wait, HAD THEY LEFT THEM THERE? The event had to have been over by now. That’s so embarrassing! Oh no.. oh no no no.. He had to-

Velvet turned his head to face her, and smashed her lips into his, gripping his hair. His eyes widened, but closed after a few moments. Well, that was unexpected, but it’s all he’d ever wanted. He knew his face was bright purple by now. He gently placed his hands on her waist, and pulled her closer. Their teeth lightly brushed together, making him shudder a bit before going back in. He quickly understood what he was doing and backed away. 

“Is that what you’ve been wanting?” She brought her hand to her mouth snickered at how flustered he was.

“Velvet, stop, you don’t know what your doing.” He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with her.

She chuckled. “Oh, yes I do.” Her voice sounded different. He looked at her confused, then realized. Her pupils were back to normal and her mannerisms were the same as he’d always known. 

“I’m sober now, obviously.”

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[sherale-writes]

Keith woke to a calm morning, one of the first in awhile where his alarm wasn’t going off or he wasn’t dragging himself out of bed for a task. This time it was on his choice, and as he laid there in the comfort of his bed and warmth of his sheets, he also acknowledged how aching a certain part of him was.

Most times lately he had been ignoring the effects of waking with a male body. There was too much to do or he didn’t want to deal with the mess. But… today felt different.

The tingling sense of a dream sat on his mind like a fog. Something he dreamt last night brought a fire to his body. And with a morning like this, for Keith to be able to relax for once, he figured he'd lean into the desire.

His right hand moved down, sliding under the waistband of his sleep pants and boxers, his left grabbing the bedsheets then the clothing to push them down at least to his legs, letting his cock spring free and fall into his awaiting hand.

“Nngh…” Keith’s lashes fluttered. His head turned, teeth making a short bite at his bottom lip before he let it go, hand stroking over himself.

There was never usually a fantasy Keith would think about when doing this. He might lean into the memory of a dream he had that left him needing, or recall a picture or video he once had seen years back. Usually though, Keith handled himself just fine without all the extra fluffing. This time would be no different.

His right hand squeezed around his base, pulling a shudder and a gasp from him. After a few lazy strokes, Keith would speed his hand up then slow it down at times to rub or pinch at his leaking tip, smearing precum over his fingers and palm. His left hand moved between his legs, fingertips ghosting over or rubbing his balls in time with his stroking.

“Haa... haaa ah…”

As he was losing himself to the pleasure of it all, head burrowing back into his pillow, the image of beautiful blue eyes came to mind.

Keith’s hands made a small jerk before speeding up.

Bright blue eyes like oceans, skin the color of mocha, so warm and inviting, a sharp chin and kissable lips, Slim fingers and a tall frame…Keith moaned, chest rising and falling with quick breaths, that coiling heat building faster in his gut. A fantasy Keith hadn’t taken note of built in his mind until he imagined it was a different hand or a pair of lips wrapped around his cock.

It was one familiar voice calling his name like a melody and he was done for.

Keith came with a startled moan, legs shaking as wetness shot into his hand, making a mess between his fingers.

He laid there, chest heaving, body thrumming with the energy of his orgasm, the pleasure of that small fantasy caressing across his mind.

As the pleasurable sensation of his orgasm ebbed away, piece by piece, the image of his fantasy was soon clearer, more recognizable\\. A cold realization hit him then, Keith’s eyes snapping open as he looked up at his ceiling.

The person his mind was lusting for, the very real person that had brought him to climax, the very roommate that had been pushed onto him….

”Fuck…!”

[loveydoveystanger]

"S-starlight~" Pt. 2

Hello again sweet-hearts! I felt like making another part so enjoy!

As M/n was walking home he wondered if he really should try and take the job. Well he'll worry about it in the morning, it was getting late after all. Once he got home he was welcomed by his jerk of a neighbor. His neighbors never really liked him but, he never understood why. 'There might have been rumors of me,...' he thought, 'I mean they could of heard from my ex as well..'

As he closed the door behind him he sighed exhaustedly. "Well I think I should eat before I lay down." He said in a tired voice. He just cooked himself some ramen and sat the bowl down at the table. "Well if I want the job I should do some research on the place." He stated.

He grabbed his laptop and started some research. He found out there were four different jobs available is being: a janitor, a supervisor for the animatronics, daycare attendant helper, & a mechanic.

He figured to be a daycare attendant helper since he was good with kids. But he wanted to know who or what he was working with. He looked further into the position and saw that the daycare attendant were sun and moon themed 'cute.' he thought. Once he finished eating he closed his laptop and went to his room.

"Haaa~ I'm so exhausted! And I think I'll take the job in the morning. I'll visit the place just to check it out while I wait to see whether I get the job or not." He says as he closes his eyes. Slowly, he drifts off to sleep.

Hey Dearies! I'll just finish this tomorrow or later because I've been busy. Ta-Ta for now!

PS: Sorry for any mistakes I never really look back so if anything's wrong just bare with me. AND smut might be in the next or fourth part!

[sdranothersmut]

Can we get Shinji & Yuki jerking off together? Hajime pushed them both to do it for Shinji's birthday

It was Shinji's special day!! And...for some odd reason Hajime SOMEHOW convinced him to jerk off with Yuki..Normally he'd say no, but what was the harm in it right?

Of course he did have to have an EMBARASSING conversation with Emma about which was her best porno she shot, and she said all of them were the best! But she recommended 5, YEAH 5 to him

Nevertheless He chose one that fit his and Yuki's taste!! Just a simple Blowjob Movie from Emma no biggie! "S-so you ready to do this Y-yuki?" "Yeah! I-I mean ever since coming to this school I've done things like this almost every day, So it should be fun!!" Both were naked already, and BOTH had cocks that could break anyone Yuki's luck made him VERY well endowed, And Shinji is just a badass so Slowly they sat on the couch and lotioned themselves up!!

As Emma appeared on screen taking a cock in her mouth having the time of her life Both men began slowly stroking themselves "H-haaa it feels better somehow" Yuki nods in agreement, not sure why it feels better, maybe the rush of being near friends is what's doing it!! *Shlick shlick shlick* The moist sounds of their hands sliding up and down their massive fuck rods FILLS the room, Soon though one of them would begin to falter, *SPLURT SPLURT!!!!* Shinji finishes all over the floor panting as his cock throbs from the intense feeling!! Yuki seeing his best friend climax soon joins "H-HAAA~!!!" His cumshot goes a bit farther, but thankfully remains on the floor and doesn't make a mess anywhere else!! After a bit of cleaning up both of them Go their separate ways!! They had an amazing time though!!

[dedahblog]

[aslfua hc]

Seo Jisu gets involved with the Tae uk drama once he realises that bully wants to harm Miae

He unintentionally teams up with Cheol in order to get that bully away from Miae

But then, they accidentally get caught in the same fight with the bullies and a strange sense of camaraderie starts to take form

Cheol helps Jisu dodge an attack then says:

" That jerk was just on my way. Don't even imagine I was helping you or anything"

Soon later, Jisu stops one bully who was about to attack Cheol from behind saying

"Just repaying the favor. Don't expect anything"

They both glare at each other.

The next week, an inter school soccer tournament is approaching.

Cheol comes to Miae and Jisu's seats. She stiffens and is about to beat Jisu to prove to Cheol he was not bullying her.

However, she stops whatever she was about to do when she notices both boys silently glaring at other other. Cheol is the first to break the silence

"you know there's a soccer competition so move your ass "

Jisu retorts back while standing up

" don't tell me what to do"

then they both leave the classroom to play soccer together and Miae is utterly confused

The next time, Jisu comes to Cheol's seat . They glare at each other

He gives him a studying sheet he prepared the night before.

Jisu : this fell off your bag this morning

Cheol : I'm certain it didn't

Jisu : If you don't take it, then don't expect me to join the soccer team anymore

Cheol : ... (scrowling ) Fine but I won't let anything fall off my bag again

Jisu : This is the only sheet you made for the subject that you failed last semester so be grateful, I caught it.

Cheol: don't expect me to thank you for this

Jisu : whatever

then he goes back to his seat

The whole class who has been watching the conversation from the start can't figure out what's going on

At the end of the story, Cheol's family decides to move out.

so here it's, the long awaited goodbye scene

Miae is about to give Cheol her biggest hug, when Jisu who was standing by the wall caught Cheol's eyes .

"What are you doing here?"

"I was just passing, what else could it be"

They both glare at each other while slowly getting closer then

they hug each other silently

for five whole minutes

once they break the hug

cheol : ... yeah

jisu : mmmh

Cheol : so. hwang Mi-

Miae : what the hell .... is going on here ?!!

Jisu : what do you mean ?

Miae : are you friends or something ? even friends don't hug each other for that long !!

Cheol : Haaa ??? Why would I be friend with this idiot !!!!

Jisu : that's my line. Miae your bangs are becoming a problem here. they are making you see hallucinations

Cheol : I don't agree with the bangs thing. She's probably reading too much romance comics. Focus on your study. This is getting embarrassing.

Miae (getting angry)

Jisu : whatever, I'm also moving out next month. Here 's my new address

cheol : ..... why would you give me that

jisu : you tell me

they glare at each other

Cheol : whatever (takes the note)

Miae : ... I don't know what's happening here. but I refuse not to be involved in this

if you didn't get it then yes, I can't take them seriously when they are glaring at each other.

[carefreemonk]

Get unstuck, she said,

as though it were the easiest thing in the world and he hadn’t already tried. Still, he supposed it couldn’t hurt to give it another shot as she valiantly defended him from becoming that thing’s dinner.

Except, it very much could and did hurt, in that, well,

“I do believe I have only succeeded in getting myself more stuck, Miss Hilda. I apologize. Perhaps you should leave me here. Save yourself. Haaa...”

Did spiders act as some bears did and prioritize hunting fleeing prey? Hmm. He could but wonder.

[ Dewebbing attempt, 1d20: 4 ]

“Haha. I lied, actually. Please don’t leave. I’ll help.”

Awkwardly, Azama reached for one of the crystals in his much-lighter-than-Hilda’s pack, and set about an attempt at cutting himself free.

To no avail, of course.

“It’s not working!”

He was, despite his usual cool demeanour, beginning to sweat.

“It’s coming back this way! Eeeek!”

He jerked, and his pack tore open, sharp, unworked crystals clattering to the floor. . .

slacker, no slacking

[sugawarassoulmate]

PLEASE MAKE LIKE A FIC WHEN OUR BULY!READER FALS IN LOVE WITH LOOSER!KUROO. LIKE SHE CONFESSES IN HER OWN WAY. LIKE WHILE HE'S SUCKING HER TITS AND WE'RE LIKE FUCKKKKK I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

Omg MY IMAGINATION

made this a lil bit longer lol 👀

words: 846

cw: fem!reader, bully!reader, name-calling, dry humping, multiple orgasms, praise, pet names, unprotected sex, confessions, minors dni

it’s playing out like almost all of your nights together. you had sent kuroo some pictures of you touching yourself in bed in an attempt to get him to skip class. of course, it worked and kuroo showed up, already hard, in front of your door ready to push you to the mattress.

“i can’t keep skipping class like that,” he groans, mouthing at your breast while your fingers curl in his hair.

he has you moaning above him in no time, tugging on his black locks to force a whine. “quit bitching, loser. if you’re so smart, it shouldn’t be a problem,” your nipples feel so sensitive from kuroo biting and tugging at them that you involuntarily jerk your hips against him, desperate for more relief. suddenly, kuroo’s doing the same, his clothed cock rutting against you in your shorts. “what’re you—stop…”

kuroo’s leaving marks on your breast, breathing heavily against your chest. “m’sorry, can’t help it. you’re just so pretty—fuck!” he grunts, thrusting his hips. you’ve never seen kuroo this feral, even when you have to push his face away from your cunt sometimes. the sensation against your core tempts you to match his pace.

“tetsu, please…”

“you did it first,” he points out, mouth still on your tits like his life depended on it. “can i fuck you, baby? just wanna make you feel good, please, can i?” he begs, bucking so hard against you, you’re sure you’ll cum just from this. despite fooling around every other day, you and kuroo still haven’t had sex. you tell him it’s cause you’d rather die than have his dick inside you but, if you’re being honest, you weren’t sure if you could take him. “we don’t have to but i just really wanna please you, baby. so pretty, such a pretty girl for me.”

his words and the pressure on your cunt make you cum in your shorts. “tetsu!” you cry, wrapping your arms around his waist, humping against him like some fucking horny high schooler. all the while, kuroo’s mumbles praises in your skin, still pleading to fuck you. “fine, just—haaa—just pull out.”

kuroo looks like he’s about to die of happiness. he kicks his sweats down, pulling off your shorts and panties in the process. you’ve taken his cock in your mouth dozens of times but now that he’s gonna be buried in your cunt, he looks so much bigger than usual. “such a mean girl but you’re so pretty,” he coos, rubbing his length along your slit. you’re so wet already from cumming that he accidentally slips in a few times. “you ready to take me, baby?”

for once you don’t have an insult on your lips, just a nod to tell kuroo it’s okay to continue. he spreads your legs, one hand holding himself up on the mattress, the other on your hip as he pushes in. fuck, he’s so big, stretching your walls as you whine. kuroo shushes you with a few kisses, sighing into your mouth when he bottoms out.

“s’tight, holy fuck,” he breathes, snapping his hips and chuckling at how you can’t stop moaning under him. “so mean to me but i always take such good care of you, don’t i? can’t get enough of you, baby.”

you’re embarrassingly close to cumming again, already sensitive from before and kuroo’s mantra of “pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty girl” clouds your brain. your mouth starts moving before you can even think. “gonna cum, tetsu! so good, so good!” you fall over the edge once more, walls spasming around him when you cum.

“so fucking cute, when you cum for me, baby.” he praises. “got the prettiest girl under me. gonna make me cum all over your fucking tummy, yeah?”

you’re still going through the shocks when it happens. kuroo’s fingers reach for your clit and the sensation forces it out of you. “feels so good, tetsu. shit—i love you, please don’t stop. love you so much please…” pleasure ripples through every inch of your body as you mindlessly ramble.

it almost makes kuroo cum right there but he keeps his pace, wanting to bring you to the edge one more time before he pulls out. you didn’t mean that, did you? it just slipped out, right? but you keep saying it—over and over until kuroo makes you cum a third time.

“fuck!” kuroo pulls out of you, spilling all over your chest and stomach as your body twitches below him. he presses kisses on your cheeks and lips, praising you for being such a “good girl” for him.

after a few seconds, you grimace feeling kuroo’s cum on your skin. “clean me up, idiot,” you bitch, gesturing for him to reach for the tissues on your desk. kuroo listens, as always wiping his spunk off of you, a knowing grin on his face. “what’re you smiling about?” kuroo pulls you into his arms once you’re all clean, ignoring the noise of complaint you make. he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“i love you too, y/n. always have.”

©sugawarassoulmate 2021 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[windydayey]

Bad friend

Sugawara Koushi x fem!reader

Warnings : none.

Sugawara Koushi has been friends with L/n for two years now, great friends actually. You guys get eachother's humour you get along very well, though he has to nag at you sometimes because of your bad sleep schedule.

From his point of view, you were like a tiny ant. No idea why don't even ask him. He doesn't know why you just remind him of one. Not in the 'bug' way though in a 'tiny and always working' way of course. You always responded to his jokes and always the first to get it. When you two would be throwing gang signs from a distance in the school, his friends would look at him like he's some kind of a weirdo communicating with a con artist.

From your point of view he was a respectable guy, he'd come have lunch with you on rainy days, lend you his umbrella and wake you up when it's time to leave after school. He'd exchange his bento with yours saying he feels bad you have to eat your rushed in the morning lunch, but obviously he wants you to try his amazing bento and try...yours?

He always leaves a spot for you next to him or maybe drag a chair next to him for you. He plays volleyball and you said you'd come watch them get to nationals. It was just a word of encouragement but when they actually did, it felt different. Sounds cliché and you dislike cliché. How did you ever love those clichés is what confuses you though.

"Won't you tell her?" Daichi looks at Suga,

"Tell what?" He is confused.

"Ehh c'mon Suga don't play dumb" Asahi looks at him with a constipated expression.

"What!? This time I'm the one who doesn't get you guys"

Daichi sighs "...L/n-chan"

Sugawara just pouts and turns his face away '...I know.'

His school life will end soon, he wants to confess to the girl he loves or maybe get confessed by the girl he loves before this golden life ends.

Bunk classes with her and run away to take a random stroll in the town with her.

Which is his great friend, you.

He sighs ' To fall in love with my friend who I promised to be friends with for life such a bad friend I am'

You on the side banged your head on the desk as soon as you entered your class, "ughhhhhhhhh" you groaned "URGHHHHH" your friend that was sitting beside you gave you the stink eye "What happened now?" She asked, you immediately jerked your head up "Why is he so dense!? Does he never get the hints!? Is he playing dumb or really that dense!?" Your friend rolled her eyes "Just say you're only giving light hints now so he could confess to you?" You sharply turned your head to her which startled her a bit "Y'know what this is too much. I'll go confess to that silver head RIGHT.NOW" you got up and stormed off the class yelling "MY GOLDEN YEARS CAN'T END SO PATHETICALLY" . Your friend sighed "My my what happened to my dear N/n"

Sugawara who too was actually going to ask you to walk with him after school so he could express his feelings for you was now against the wall, secured and trapped between your arms.

"Um.....N/n.. what's this?" You sighed then inhaled "I'm sorry but we have to break our promise and cut our friendship" 'HEAVENS DID I SO SOMETHING!??' poor guy was scared and confused. "N/n sorry what did i-" "Because we have to go further than just being friends" you had an expression that seemed like you were going to shit out an egg any moment now.

"...Y/n are you okay?" Gosh he said your name

"Yes. Absolutely."

"Y/n April first is over right...?"

"Yes it's SEPTEMBER SUGA I'M FINE"

You were afraid he was trying to change the topic but then his confused face changed into a smile which then broke into a small soft laughter.

"Haaa.....and h...here I thought you would reject me" he held his stomach.

"....reje.....what?" Your turn to be confused now

He just looked at you with a confident expression.

"oh-" you realised. He cut you off instead this time

"Well then like the bad friends we have become for breaking our promise....might as well as fix a date for the date?" He smiled

"RIGHT AFTER THIS" you exclaimed

He hugged you all of a sudden which you returned, it was to hide his glassy eyes.

"woah woah someone's getting too excited" you said as you patted his back.

"sure am" he then started to jump still hugging you, you matched your jumps with his as well.

Asahi and Daichi from the distance who came to give Suga emotional support were now giving him a constipated look.

Today was certainly a hell of a ride.

All's well that ends well?

/long time no oneshots sry school caught my ass 🤕