#goosebumps imp

[loki104-uwu]

random lil edit of Slappy and Imp cause idk i'm bored

[crybaby-bkg]

you have no clue why you even signed up for something like this. it was a stupid fucking idea, and could cause so many problems and issues and—god, were there always this many people on your campus?

your school is having a fundraising event, and you’ve somehow gotten roped into doing the kissing booth. it started off innocently enough, but as the night went on and the people started getting drunker, you were growing tired of it all. you were looking for some reprieve; the other girl who was supposed to show up hours ago, is now nowhere to be found.

"Oh would you look at that, Suguru?" comes an infuriating voice, one you don't even wanna look up and greet. "Our last stop is about to make our whole night better." Satoru's voice is a purr, makes goosebumps crawl over your skin. you can't help the exaggerated roll of your eyes when you finally look up and greet the two evil little shit heads.

"I hate you both with every fiber of my being." you state plainly. Satoru feigns surprise, a hand on his chest as he gasps at you. Suguru only rolls his eyes with a small smirk, crossing his arms as he looks down his nose at you.

"I haven't even said anything, yet." Suguru teases, uncrossing his arms to lean against the front of the booth. Satoru matches his position, both of their too wide frames blocking out anyone behind them. it shadows the inside of the too small booth, makes you frown at them as you flip them both off.

"Either kiss me, or get the fuck out of my line." you hiss at them, but they only reduce you to a mere fussy little house cat. Satoru coos at you, reaching through to pinch your cheek as you try to quickly swat him away. Suguru takes that time to pull out a wad of cash, entirely too much for your one dollar per kiss sign.

"Gluttonous," you murmur with a shake of your head, reapplying your lipgloss for the nth time that night. They look ravenous at the sight, both grinning like evil little imps, childish in how they try to slightly push the other one out of the way to be first. Suguru, not one for the childish antics, lets Satoru first, but you can't help yourself to fuck with the white haired man.

"Nah, he's first since he's the one paying." you shrug, watch the way Satoru's face falls at your words. Suguru pushes him without preamble, despite Satoru's whines about fairness and favoritism. his words go in one ear and out the other as you step up to Suguru, barely able to tell him the rules before he's pulling you in by the collar of your shirt.

his lips are softer than you expect, his kiss gentle in the way he presses his lips to your own. he's not greedy, but he does breathe against your mouth when you press against him a little harder than you probably should. after spotting the gap between your mouths, does Satoru interrupt, inserting himself between the two of you, pulling you to him with both hands on your cheeks.

now his lips are much juicier than you expect, and with a nip to his bottom lip, you already know that he's wearing your watermelon flavored lip balm. he grins against you, greedy, already running the soft pad of his tongue along the seam of your lips.

Suguru takes you back though, with a possessive hand on your nape, bringing your mouth to his own once more. he consumes you, sharp teeth pulling at your bottom lip with a tug, soothing over the sting with a lick of his wet muscle, gasping when he's tugged away from you once more. Satoru again, this time the greedy bastards slides his tongue into your mouth successfully through your surprised agape lips.

the fight continues on for entirely too long, as people behind them begin to complain. Satoru only flips them off, Suguru showing off the wad of cash, indicating they're determined to get every single kiss they paid for. Rich pricks.

They share you when they both get too desperate, their mouths on yours, on each others. someone's tongue runs across your gums, and someone else's teeth nibbles at the corner of your mouth. Suguru pushes the back of your head in Satoru's direction to deepen your kiss, his spit trailing from his mouth down your throat. Satoru guides Suguru by his bun to swallow your moans when he decides to nip at your throat.

you're standing on your toes, desperate to keep up with their addictive mouths when there's suddenly a clearing of someone's throat behind you. you rip away from their mouths, a thick string of saliva connecting you to them both, as it snaps away when you turn your head quickly. oh. its your replacement.

"get outta here," she murmurs with a smile when your dazed look keeps you rooted in place.

"yeah, we're not done paying for our kisses yet." Satoru complains on the other side of the booth, slightly breathless, his lips swollen and pink. Suguru is in no better condition than him, his bun halfway fallen out of its place, his bottom lip plush from your biting. you finally snap to reality as you start to quickly gather your stuff, squeezing your replacements hip as she gives you that kind of look.

"I'm breaking up with both of them," you mutter to her, ignoring both of your boys' complaints and snickers. she only laughs at you as she applies her lipgloss, turning to the next person behind the two.

"sure, that's what you said last week." she teases, and you can only flip her off as you make your way out of the booth. you're barely out before you're being swept up in a myriad of unrelenting kisses from your boyfriends.

"Never take a job like that again," Satoru whines, rubbing his cheek against your own like some overgrown cat. Suguru only agrees quietly, stealing another kiss from you before they whisk you off to cover you in kisses on another pair of lips for the night.

[thewertsearch]

TG: so you admit you were stalling with all that bullshit TT: I said not entirely. TG: what do you mean TT: It's going to be a long ride through all this nothingness. TT: Maybe I just thought some company would be nice. TT: Before it's all over.

...I'm honestly kind of inarticulate, at this point.

This is just a deeply fucked-up situation - but at the same time, it's proving to be one of the most heartwarming scenes in the comic. Bittersweet might be the best way to describe it.

TT: I'll wake you, but only if you promise to rejoin the others. TT: Could you give a message to John for me?

I'm too weepy for theories, at the moment.

“I’m sorry.” is the best and only guess I have.

TG: if im promising not to chase you down then theres not really any hurry to wake up TT: Aw, are you sure? TT: I was looking forward to bowling another wicked googly with the yarn. TT: Sportsways. TG: nah ill stay asleep a while

Dave! <3

Dang it, dude. You’re getting dangerously close to S-Tier on the strength of this conversation alone.

Something tells me this ain’t no ghost.

Well, kids? Are you next?

TG: im stuttering this dude is making me nervous TT: You don't remember him? TG: no

You might not remember him, but one of your altselves died by his hand. It sounds like there’s some very slight memory bleed between the two Daves – just enough to give him goosebumps here, as some primal part of him remembers what if felt like to be stabbed.

This actually has some fairly wide-reaching implications, if true. For example, if Dave can remember his altself’s experiences, what’s stopping the Scratched kids from remembering their previous lives? Even if the memories are only processed as vague ‘feelings’, it would still be very interesting for Reboot!John and co. to be thrust into a session which is both new, and hauntingly familiar.

We might have seen this phenomenon before, actually.

Typheus!John seemed awfully emotional when he first laid eyes on Dad. I guess he was dimly aware that the man had been kidnapped by imps, but there might have been something else going on, too.

Was it possible that a fragment of his soul was aware that, somewhere far, far, away, a terrible fate had befallen his father?

[hazbinshusk]

day thirteen of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober:

cream pie/cum eating (stolitz x reader)

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Stolas’ feathers are wonderfully, gloriously soft against your cheek, albeit ruffled and stained with the drool dripping from your parted lips as Blitzø fucks you from behind. You’re laying on Stolas’ stomach, cradled by his long, slim legs and braced up on your knees. Blitzø’s hands are clutching at your hips, claws digging into the soft flesh, his touch a stark contrast to the gentle way the owl prince is stroking your hair.

“Oh, darling, doesn’t he feel so good?” Stolas coos, petting your cheek. You smile up at him dazedly, whimpering as Blitzø gives a particularly hard thrust into your dripping cunt. Stolas pouts down at you in faux-sympathy, ghosting clawed fingers over your skin to push your hair away from your forehead. “Tell Blitzy how much you love having his big, thick cock inside you.”

“I do,” you moan, arching your back as Blitzø smooths a hand over the curve of your ass and squeezes. “I love it.”

“Love what, pet?” Stolas prompts teasingly.

“I…” You try to bury your face in his chest but he hooks a claw under your chin. “I love his… unh, his cock in-inside me.”

“Mmm,” Stolas smiles. “Good girl.”

“Fuck, you two are good for my ego,” Blitzø snickers through gritted teeth, and you jump as the spade of his tail snaps against your ass. “Christ on a fuckin’ stick, you are milkin’ my dick, sweets.”

You can feel goosebumps rise over your thighs as Blitzø retakes your hips and pulls you back in time with his thrusts, the sound of flesh meeting flesh rising. You can feel your thighs slick with your own excitement, feel the addictive ache between them as Blitzø’s cock fills and stretches you every time he bottoms out inside you. Blitzø grabs at your tail, winding it around his fist and gripping the base of it tight. At the same time, Stolas slips a hand beneath you, delicate fingers finding your clit.

“Oh, fuck!” you half-laugh, half-moan as the sensations flood through you. Stolas chuckles at your reaction, continuing to stroke your hair as he teases your clit. Blitzø curses aloud as you tighten around him, and when he tugs hard on your tail you cum, hard. The only thing that stops you from collapsing is Blitzø’s grip on your hips, and your orgasm does nothing to slow him down. “Fuck, Blitz, I can’t…”

“Yes, you fuckin’ can,” Blitzø growls, pressing himself down against your back. You feel his mouth graze your shoulder, and Stolas pushes himself up onto an elbow to bring the imp into a messy, hungry kiss. Blitzø groans into the kiss, his hips stuttering against yours. “Fuck, Stols… shiiiit…”

Stolas quickens his fingers against your clit just as Bltizø begins to lose control, and when your cunt tightens like a vice with another orgasm Blitzø moans, loud and rough as he spills himself deep into you. He keeps pumping until you can feel him begin to soften inside you, his breathing laboured. Blitzø continues to exhale a mixture of curses and slightly offensive ‘praise’, and Stolas hoots happily at the show the two of you have provided as Blitzø slides his cock slowly out of you.

“Satan, that was…” you let your head fall back down onto Stolas’ feathers, inhaling the scent of expensive oils and the delicate note of his own exertion. “That was fucking great.”

“Damn fuckin’ right it was, tits.” Blitzø replies, and you yelp as he smacks you appraisingly on the ass.

The owl fakes a pout as he watches Blitzø stretch his arms out above his head. “I have to admit, Blitzy, I’m a bit jealous that our darling girl was the one who got to feel your hot cum fill up her tight little—”

“Fuck, you’re greedy,” you laugh breathlessly, and Stolas makes it up to you by stroking his hand down your spine. “You could at least let us catch our breath before you start angling for round… what, four?”

“Six,” Blitzø interjects cockily, moving up the bed to kneel beside Stolas’ shoulder. “C’mon, birdie. Quit complainin’; you’re on clean-up.”

Stolas grins, and you watch as he curls his long tongue around Blitzø’s softening cock and draws him into his eager mouth. The imp groans as the owl prince sucks him clean, reaching out to run his hand through your sweat-damp hair.

“Fuck, Stols…” he mutters, shuddering as the owl suckles teasingly at his tip. Blitzø lets him linger for a few moments after his cock is well and truly clean. Stolas squawks in surprise and arousal as the imp suddenly grabs hold of his crown feathers and jerks his head back. He grins down at him, pupils dilated and smirk wicked. “Her turn.”

You whimper as the two of them roll you off of Stolas and onto your back. You moan to the ceiling and your hips rise off the mattress as Stolas suddenly buries his face between your legs. He buries his tongue deep inside your cunt and you fist your hands in the sheets, eyes rolling back at the sudden overstimulation.

Blitzø snickers as he watches your reaction. “That’s fuckin’ adorable – it’s like you’re possessed.”

“Sh-shut up, Blitz—” you whine, and his laughter doubles. You curse as he reaches down to roll his fingers over your clit just as Stolas thrusts his tongue deep into you, and your whole body seizes up as you cum again, your hand clutching at Blitzø’s shoulder. “Fuck!”

Blitzø grins in satisfaction, his hand fisting the base of his cock. “So… round six?”

[lousypotatoes]

Hi! I have no idea how to request stuff but if you wouldn't mind, would you be able to do a helluva boss Andrealphus x reader? (Im not sure if you write for him or not since he doesn't have much screen time I'm sorry if u dont!) Where Andrealphus is so caught up in his duties that he accidentally neglects his partner and how he would make up for it. Pure fluff! Thank you for your time!!

I can try, but I can't promise it'll be good 😭

Never Again - Andrealphus x GN! Reader

Song Recommendation:

You Are The Reason - Calum Scott

Pt.1

that's supposed to say pt 2 and its not letting me fix it 😭 sorry

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Being married to royalty definitely had it's pros. You had people waiting on you hand and foot, people knew who you were, and you got to shop without worrying too much about the money.

That was one of the best parts.

But being married to royalty also had it's cons. You constantly had people trying to kill you, you had to deal with your husband's bitch sister every time she came over to visit, and your husband got too caught up in his royal duties that he sometimes completely forgot to pay you any attention.

That was the worst part, by far.

Right now, you were currently sitting on your bed, texting your brother in law, Stolas.

You and Stolas were close, confiding to each other about anything and everything, from his feelings towards an imp, to how much the both of you absolutely loathed Stella.

Deciding that you were getting bored of texting, you put your phone down and went searching through the castle, looking for your husband.

After about a few minutes of looking, you found him in his office, typing away on a typewriter. From what you could tell from his body lanuage, he seemed stressed.

"My love are you alright?" you asked softly as you walked into the office.

No answer.

"My love?" you asked a little louder.

Still no answer.

"Andrealphus?"

He still didn't answer.

Letting out a puff of air, you walked over to behind his chair, putting your hands on his shoulders. He didn't say anything, instead easing into your touch.

"Is everything alright?" you asked, lightly massaging his shoulders. "You seem really stressed."

"Yes, I'm fine, dear" he said, resting his head back, meeting your eyes. "I just want to get this letter sent out before the end of the week."

"Who's the letter to?" you asked, continuing your massage.

"Asmodeus,"

"Asmodeus? I thought you didn't like him?"

"I don't, but this is a rather urgent matter," he groaned as you hit a pressure point.

"What's the occasion?" you asked.

"He wants the two of us to meet at his club to discuss his sex toy production,"

"Why would he want to do that exactly?"

"That I don't know, my dear,"

"Do you want me to go with you?" you smirked, leaning down to his hear. "For moral support, of course."

Your husband chuckled. "As much as I want you with me" he started. "I don't want you in that type of environment."

"Aw, you're no fun," you playfully stuck out your tongue. "When do you think you'll be done?"

"Later today,"

"There's a but isn't there?"

"I'm sorry, my love," he said, lightly frowning. "But after I finish this, I have to attend a meeting at my sisters."

"Of course it's at Stella's," you said under your breath, pulling your hands away from your husband. "Is it actually a meeting, or are the two just going to bitch about Stolas the whole time?"

"No, this is an actual meeting," Andrealphus said, getting out of his chair. "The whole Ars Goetia is going to be there, including Stolas."

He gently cupped your face with his hands. The cold touch of his palms and fingertips making a shiver go down your spine and goosebumps appear all over your skin.

"I know you want us to spend more time together, Y/N," he said softly. "I do too, but you know I have duties to attend to."

"Yeah, I know," you grumbled, looking up to meet his blue eyes. "I just wish you didn't have to all the time."

"I know, I know," he said before closing the gap between you two and kissed you softly.

His cold lips were a nice contrast to your warm ones. Even though this was probably the thousandth time the two of you had kissed, it made your heart melt and your knees turn to jelly.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise," he whispered as he pulled away. "How about we go to a nice place for dinner, hm? Would that make up for it?"

"Mmm maybe," you giggled. "Only if you're paying."

"Don't I always, love?" he laughed. "I'll meet you out front at 8, you better be ready by then."

"I will," you said, pecking him on his beak. He blushed. He absolutely loved when you did that. "I'll see you then, handsome."

He removed his hands from your face, kissing you on the forehead. "I can't wait to see how you look, my love."

"Well, I better go start planning my outfit then," you said, walking out of the office. "I love you Andrealphus,"

"I love you too, Y/N,"

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@al-of-the-stars i'm sorry if this wasn't to ur liking i tried my best 😔

i had more planned but i got lazy so im gonna do a part 2 instead 😭

im so excited for the nest episode to come out 🙏

i may or may not have a helluva boss x reader planned out 🤫

stay safe and drink lot of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

[darknessisafriend]

I was wondering if you could write one with Joaquin's characters about how would they react to getting neck smooches from their S/O I hope you are well in these crazy times 💓

It's finally here! I finally got time to write! I hope you will enjoy anon, @galos-writing helped me a bit with Abbe ;)

Commodus:

Commodus is always a man on his guard. So, naturally his neck wouldn’t be an easy part to reach, even for his lover.��

The truth is also that his neck is very sensitive. Commodus is secretly very ticklish, and his sister and mother used to tickle his neck as they played together before bed. No one had been touching his neck in years. 

The first time you tried to, you joined Commodus in his study. He was working late at night as usual, but you missed him dearly lately. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek first. “My love…it is getting late...” you whispered, hoping it was obvious you needed him to warm your bed up and cool your body down. 

“I have important work to do, Y/N. I have to stay a little longer.” He replied, his eyes focused on whatever he was scribbling. As always, he would work so hard, from early in the morning to late at night, more than anyone else. Thankfully you were there to make sure he would take a break and not kill himself at the service of his People. 

You pouted at first at his answer and then grinned, leaning closer to his ear “His Highness won’t regret it...” you purred in his ear, nibbling his ear lobe, kissing his jaw and then daring a plant a kiss in his neck, right on his calmly pulsing jugular.

He froze at first, not expecting a kiss there, used to a feeling of coldness due to his armor. Your lips felt soft and warm, the opposite of a cold and hard blade he could have expected.

His skin had goosebumps and he looked down, pondering how to react, if he should let down his defense like he did so many times with you before. He made his quill lightly roll between his thumb and index as he thought. The kiss had been surprising, and yet it felt nice but too quick. “Y/N, can you do that again?” he quietly asked. 

You smiled in relief, you had been holding your breath the whole time, fearing it might have triggered him badly. Surprisingly it didn’t, probably because he had a lot more trust in you than he would think. 

This time, you would place your kiss slowly, your lips tracing kisses along his jugular where you felt his pulse had increased frantically, his skin warm and soft, with a strong scent of cinnamon myrrh, his favorite and prestigious perfume. It was intoxicating, just like the rest of his being. 

This time you would feel him relax under your kisses, his eyes almost closing entirely, his quill escaping his fingers that had become weak. His posture would remain high and yet his neck tilted to give you more space as one of your hands caressed his strong chest. “If my Emperor is willing to join our bed…I shall give him plenty of those...” 

“How dare you try to imp….” But Commodus wouldn’t manage to finish his sentence that a moan escaped his lips as you sucked his skin on a particularly sensitive spot. “Run…if I catch you before you get in bed, I will be the one ravaging your body.” He said, making you giggle, he knew you were fast, and he wouldn’t manage to catch you. What he wouldn’t do to make it seem like he had control while he entirely gave it up willingly the moment he fell for you.

Arthur/Joker:

Arthur adores your neck smooches, he is ticklish too but loves it anyway, probably due to his childish spirit.

You had first tried during a tickle battle actually, both of you laughing as you threw pillows at each other and tickled each other. You ended up straddling Arthur beneath you (or rather he loved to let you win). You blocked his arms and placed your lips in his neck to tickle him, something your mom used to do. 

Arthur would let out a squeal, a loud and boyish noise before laughing heartily, a happy laugh. He was fully relaxed, and he had discovered something new about himself. You would lift your head and smile at him, giving him a tender kiss on the lips. 

“Can I try?” he would ask eagerly, his eyes shining with fondness, his fingers delicately caressing your fingers. “Of course. But on one condition…I won’t go easy on you.” You teased him, challenging him to another play of pillow. And slowly a grin would form on his face, a confident one, that you knew from Joker “Don’t complain what comes afterwards darling.” He would purr. 

One thing you had noticed is that Joker had much more raw strength than Arthur, the madness sometimes gave inhuman strength. And you would be able to resist for long, Joker would be quick, naughty and sly; managing to win rapidly. You would gasp as he sent a last pillow hit that was a little too strong, making you lose your balance to fall off the bed.

But thankfully he would catch you in his arms, throwing his body first so he would take the hit and not you. He would laugh with a big smile, not reacting at all under the pain. “Told you I’d win.” He would say, already filling your neck in kisses, making you squirm as you started to giggle. 

His hand would instantly start to roam your body, Joker was more sexual than Arthur and winning you over a battle was even more exciting to his eyes. Even as he would make love to you afterwards, he would keep on filling your neck in kisses, making you laugh in that moment of intimacy. Arthur was still in there after all.

Bruno Weiss:

Bruno is a grumpy man and he doesn’t like to show himself vulnerable, only when drunk or very tired he does truly reveal himself.

His attitude does change after a while, once the trust builds up.

The first time you did it, was to tease him. He was annoyed by paperwork, keeping on muttering to himself while smoking his cigarette. “Is paying taxes such a headache?” you would ask in a chuckle, making him crush his cigarette in the ashtray. “I’m not working hard to have our money taken away from us.” he would mutter.

“Y/N” he would protest as you sat on his lap. The thing was that he was very weak for you and when you were so close to him, he wouldn’t be able to focus, and he would hate his inability to do so. 

You would grin, you just had to do one thing for him to snap. “You just have to pay darling, or should I do it?” you retorted and quickly smooched his neck before running off, chased by an angry Bruno who would soon calm down under your sweet caresses. 

After this episode, a kiss on the neck would become a soothing gesture for Bruno, one more reminder that he didn’t have to keep his defenses in front of you, that he could be vulnerable. It would be a reminder you would always be there, that you wouldn’t abandon him like everyone else did.

Charlie:

The first time you kissed Charlie in the neck, it didn’t go well, he had the worst reaction you could have expected from him.

You were sitting by the fire with a few companions and his brother. In a moment  of tenderness you would have sat behind him to hug him, placing a kiss on his cheek then neck. However, would quickly tense up, ignoring the soft smile of his brother at the scene. “What the fuck are you doing!?” Charlie would exclaim, instantly leaving your embrace “I’m not some kind of fag!” he would storm angrily to smoke a cigarette. Everyone would turn their eyes away from you in embarrassment except Ellie, patting your shoulder reassuringly “You know he didn’t mean it.”

And indeed, despite hurting, you knew Charlie was keeping a rough mask in front of everybody and you had brushed it off without thinking.

You would leave him alone for some time to process his gesture. He would be silent, feeling awkward after his outburst, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

“I’m sorry Charlie. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad” you would apologize sincerely. You knew he had a rough past and he was the little brother always acting tough to protect the ones he loved, it had cost him half of his sanity. 

“I don’t trust everyone here. I don’t want them to think…” he sighed, throwing his cigarette on the ground and crushing it with the heel of his boot.

You would approach him, wanting to hug him from behind but as you reached out your hand you wouldn’t dare to touch him.

I know. You don’t have to explain yourself. I won’t do it again.” you would offer softly, doing your best to accommodate your struggling lover.

“What are they doing? Are they looking?” he would ask after a moment of silence. You would look back “No, they went to sleep. Ellie is kissing his…scarf.” you replied, an intimate gesture his brother didn’t fear to show.

“Can you do it again?” he would ask in a mutter, you would hear his voice on the edge like a great effort he would make to let down his barriers and he would not repeat himself, fearing.

Joe:

The neck would be a triggering part for Joe, always has been as a soldier. This was part he would have to protect often during the war. But you wouldn’t be aware of this specific trigger point. 

One day, as he would be reading, you wouldn’t pay attention and would come to hug him from behind, you were light footed so he tensed up at first. But when it instantly followed with a kiss on the neck, something cool applying to his skin, triggered a past trauma. 

He would gasp and under the flash push you away strongly, making you fall heavily on the ground, pretty much hitting your head at the same time. “Joe what…” you would manage to say, blinking a few times the stars in your eyes. You would find him curled up in a corner, his arms wrapped around his head and neck as an attempt to protect himself.

Your eyes would widen at the sight, understanding he had been severely triggered. In fact, you now remembered reading some articles about it, how strangling and throat slitting was attempted on some factions of soldiers by the enemy and it was surely what had triggered him.

“Joe it’s me. I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you.” you would apologize on the verge of tears from the state he was in.

After that it would take a while for him to calm down, he would be closed into silence, feeling guilty of his own reactions to a simple kiss. But you would work things out as always, taking baby steps in trying to eliminate that trigger, his service dog helping as well, nuzzling his truffle in his neck while cuddling.

You would make sure to eliminate the effect of surprise during that gesture, coming to stand in front of him, caressing his chest and slowly tying your arms around his neck, asking for permission to kiss his neck. And it would work out well after many months of trial. You wouldn’t do it much tho cause you didn’t want to push this too fast, besides you loved kissing his lips, chest and arms much better.

With time Joe would grow to like it as well, it was much nicer to open his neck to a loving kiss rather than a cold blade. 

Max California:

- Max California loves neck kisses. He is a very physical lover so when he is with you he is rather clingly, and especially loves PDA, he is a possessive lover but not in a toxic way, he would simply be very proud of you. 

-  Very early in your relationship you would have gone onto neck kisses, at the shop as you assisted you would often lean against him hugging you from behind, placing lazy kisses from time to time as you both await clients to pick their next dirty products. Your neck was constantly filled with hickeys so the clients wouldn’t bother you. 

- However, Max himself was often subject to passion from clients and strangers, men and women desiring the dark punk boy working in a sex shop wearing a crop top. That would make you terribly annoyed and you knew an efficient way to mark your territory. Just do the same!

-  As you had gone to refill a shelf of porn magazines, you would decide to surprise him. Instead of going to insert yourself between his arms, you would hug him from behind as he chatted with a female client, filling his neck in small smooches, looking at the client in the eyes. Without surprise she would understand the message and leave promptly.

- Max would grin and turn his head to meet your eyes “Do you think she had any chance with me?” he would ask, making you blush and bite his neck in protest, making him chuckle. “But keep going, I like it.” He would add, his hand coming to caress your cheek before focusing on work again. 

-You would retain a happy squeal, muffling it against his skin before kissing it. Max wouldn’t be too sensitive on the neck so at first, he wouldn’t get aroused. He would simply be very happy of your attention, that you took the lead. He was a feminist after all so he would encourage such things in public and also loved to be under your control. 

-One day, after a weekend apart Max would even surprise you with a tattoo, red lips modeled on the lipstick you often left in his neck. He would wear a proud grin on his face. “What’d you think?” he asked, very pleased with himself and to show he was a marked territory already.

- “I think I still need to add a little bit more purple to it, you know, to make it livelier.” You grinned back, opening your arms and wrapping them around his neck as you would passionately make out.

Abbe:

As the composed and religious man of God he is, the Abbé has never experienced an intimate touch from no one. 

This has given him incredible awkwardness when he started feeling carnal desires for you besides romantic feelings, his religious trauma and brainwash made him believe he was a sinner and regret his own nature of man. Your love for him made you feel bad for his condition, so of course you tried to help him.

You already knew he would go crazy in the worst way possible if you had taken the lead without psychologically telling him, so you planned to slowly introduce him to physical affection. So you invited him for tea to ‘innocently chitchat’.

During the talk, he seemed still pretty nervous about the topic, but less than usual. It felt like a good sign for you, but you didn’t expect his next request.

The Abbé was actively avoiding your gaze as he parted his lips to speak, his cheeks turned a bright red. “Might I… dare to kiss you?” He asked in almost a whisper, making you blush and then scoff; his excessive politeness was adorable to you. You nodded, and approached, ready for a quick peck. You didn’t expect him to grab your shoulders and capture your lips for a goofy yet extremely heated kiss. 

You could hear him let out little noises already despite you weren’t touching him either. So, when the kiss was over, you smirked, licking your lips, delighted by that kiss, and leaned closer, brushing your lips against his neck. You could hear a gasp escape his lips, which lowkey turned you on. 

So you started by giving his neck a first soft kiss, noticing his chest moving up and down faster and his heartbeat louder. He swallowed down, trying to reluctantly pull back, it was obvious he was loving those kisses yet he thought it was wrong. “Y/N…”, he whimpered, letting out soft moans for every kiss you gave him. Every moan of his was one more shiver of excitement running through your spine. 

You suddenly felt your clothes being grabbed by his fists, his noises became a bit louder and his hips were starting to slightly jerk forward. Unfortunately that thick pitch black cassock was leaving no room for imagination, but you knew underneath he was fighting against a massive boner.

Suddenly, after you gently nibbled a spot on his throat, he let out a high pitched whimper, obviously choking other noises in his throat and trembling a bit, his mouth was agape. You stepped back, thinking you hurt him, but after some seconds, he was heavily painting and squeezing his legs together: he came just with your neck kisses. 

You would have lied if you said you weren’t proud of yourself. Especially after he looked at you dead in the eye and said: “There’s no turning back after this, right…?”. He seemed defeated, yet somehow relieved when you shook your head, hopeful to get further with him. Finally.

Merill

Merill is a lover of PDA and of neck kisses as well. Which means that naturally he would give them to you.

He is a protective man and possessive. In public he would especially love to stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist to place a tender kiss on your neck.

Naturally you would return the favor. Merill wouldn't be surprised or taken aback, he would let you do and even lean into your touch.

For Merill, neck smooches would represent letting himself get vulnerable willingly for the one he loves.

It was something he was proud of. Merill was known across town for his strong character, his stubbornness, and impulsivity. And many thought that he wasn’t an easy man to handle, that despite attracting many girls with his look, when they got to know him they would run away. 

It wasn’t the truth actually, ladies loved how he knew what he wanted and his passion, his love for his family. And you were the lucky one, the only one he ever allowed neck kisses from, encouraging you to mark him with hickeys, show who he belonged to. 

You would especially enjoy tickling him with your lips during a baseball match, distracting him when he was getting too agitated by the bad talent of some. It would work wonderfully, to the point he would melt in your touch, his attention drifting away more and more from the match to focus on you. During the final match you would end up making out and more in the lockers room where no one would come to find you.

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[sweetlysniffly]

GORGEOUS IDEA!

Bl/itz was looking around in the book Sto//las was writing in since he left it the IMP office at his desk. He’s curious, so he starts reading. And there’s a section he can’t quite understand. Blitz is reading lines like “goosebumps traveled across his skin as he watched the rogue’s nostril flutter and felt his breath hitch on his neck” and “as he felt the mist spray his shoulder, he shuddered, barely managing to reply in a breathless bless you” and asks himself: is this a smut scene about sneezing?”

Stolas comes back in the room, realizing he’s left his journal behind, catching Blitz reading his work.

He’s mortified.

Blitz tries to ask him about it, but before he can, Stolas snatches the book back with the flushed warm cheeks. Blitz thinks that’s odd, since they’ve pretty much been the freakiest sexual partnership he’s ever had, why would he be bashful about written smut?!? The stuff he reads openly all the time???

And then it clicks. Is…Stolas into sneezing? He’ll have to test that theory. And now he’s got the perfect reference sheet…

[frogspond200]

𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚘𝚟 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆

Requested by: Two Anonymous Whores

Ask: Hi!! Could I request hes of simon × a very clingy whiny bratty submissive reader? NSFW ofc pls/Can you do young Simon x reader having their first time together and it be so tender?

Waring: NSFW

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"But Simooooon!" you whined, grabbing onto his waist as you sat on the couch. Simon was on the verge of a massive headache. “I told you before, Imp. You can't come on my adventures” he uttered, placing a hand on your head “It's too dangerous for some princess like you” he gestured his hands in the air

“But you let that girl go,” you mumbled, tightening your grip around his waist. He sighed, pulling away from your grasp. “I told you, I'm not interested in her. You have to be patient.” He ruffled your hair.

“Mm-” you sulked “That's not very believable” You sunk into the couch. You heard a loud sigh out of Simon and he turned around, walking at a fast pace back to the couch, desperately taking off his jacket “Fine then, how about a goodbye kiss for reassurance? What do you say, Brat?”

“Uh- m-maybe not” you whimpered, he yanked you by the collar of your shirt, kissing you on the lips aggressively. You felt your heart racing and your body flush with warmth as his lips pressed against yours. He pulled away, leaving your lips tingling.

His fingers played with the hem of your shirt, You felt a rush of pleasure as he pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your bare skin. He traced circles on your skin with his lips, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You felt your body tremble as his lips moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. You felt your heart race as he made his way to your lips, capturing them in an embrace and pulling you closer.

You hang on to his hair as his lips trail down your stomach. His lips made their way to the inside of your hips, making you arch your back and moan in pleasure. “W-What are you doing…” you asked, breathless

“I have no fucking idea…” He huffed. You pull him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. His forehead meets mine, and he breathes down on me, growling ”But I don't wanna help it.”

He takes a deep breath. "I just want to be close to you," he whispers. The atmosphere is heated, he scoops you up and carries you to the bedroom, walking backward till your back is slammed into the wall. His lips are on yours, his breath hot against your cheeks. His fingers trace circles on your skin as your bodies move together. You feel your heart racing and your body trembling with anticipation.

You moan and reach for his belt. His hands grip your wrists. “I want it to be slow…I want to take my time with you.” Simon whispered his lips against your ear.

His lips moved down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses. You felt a chill run down your spine as he slowly undid your belt. His lips found the spot between your shoulder and neck, and he let his lips linger there.

“Put your arms above your head” He demands, you obey without a second thought. He takes your hands and ties them behind your back with his belt. He presses himself against you, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

Simon pushed you onto the bed, your body trembling with fear. He roughly spread your legs apart and kneeled between them. His lips trace a path down your neck and you feel his breath on your ear. He whispers in your ear, "…I love you, And I’d choose you, in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you…ok?”

You felt your breath catch in your throat as he spoke. You close your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest as you whisper back, "I love you too." he smiled

You cling on to him as he slowly guides you, His hands gentle on your skin, his scent surrounding you. You feel warmth and love radiating off of him. You feel like your heart could burst out of your chest with happiness.

“Good…Good- you're doing great”, he huffs out, your fingers entangled in his hair. He pulls you in closer, his lips pressing against yours, and it feels like the world has stopped spinning. His embrace is like a safe haven, a refuge from the outside world. You close your eyes and get lost in the moment.

Slowly thrusting, holding me against him tenderly. His hands trace your curves, and your heart races with anticipation. You both moan in pleasure, and you finally let go. You collapse in his arms, exhausted and sweaty

His arms wrapped around you, he whispers in your ear, and the two of you drift off into a peaceful sleep. I guess he wasn't going on that trip after all. He stayed home with you instead, and you couldn't be happier. In the morning, you wake up in his arms, feeling safe and secure. You both smile at each other, knowing that he made the right choice.

[blacktofade]

Tell me abt the phasmo PLEEEEEASE

That and i think you were toying with a Ghoul/.. whats her name. From Fallout? Timeloop story???? And i think abt it often

Unfortunately, I got 14k into the timeloop Lucy/Cooper fic and moved it to my abandoned folder because I just couldn't get the plot to cooperate ;__;

But, my Phasmo WIP is a ghosts-made-them-do-it gangbang fic with Gem/Imp/Grian/Skizz! So far, I've only written the setup and Gem/Imp part, but I've been catching up on lots of Phasmo vods to try to feed the worms.

Have a snippet:

There’s a sudden thud that seems to shake the entire house and Gem finally moves — in the direction of Impulse, safety — letting out a sharp breath as she drops the thermometer. “What the heck was that?” Impulse asks, hands reaching out for her, and she doesn’t complain when he grabs her arm and pulls her closer. “C'mere.” She presses her lips together, trying to quieten her breathing as Impulse listens to the sounds of the house around them. “Was that the front door?” he asks, but it doesn’t seem like the start of a hunt. He reaches for his belt, where his walkie sits, bringing the radio up to his mouth. “Did you guys hear that?” The line crackles as it opens again, and Impulse catches her gaze, looking uncertain. “Guys?” he asks after a long minute, but there’s still no answer. “It’s getting so cold,” Gem whispers, starting to shake — or maybe it’s from fear — but Impulse glances down, gaze focused on her arms where she’s breaking out in goosebumps. “Really?” he asks, meeting her eyes again. “It’s so hot in here, I can barely think.” There’s another icy touch, this time against the side of her neck, and a whimper escapes her as she fits against Impulse’s side. “I think something weird is happening,” she tells him and Impulse’s hand settles on her hip, drawing her even closer.

[rhiandoesfandom]

Ficlet-Learning To Be Gentle

Making another ficlet while laying in bed cause I wanna write but I'm also exhausted.

Enjoy!

Timeline: Post Season 2, Bruised from the fight at his palace with Andrealphus, Stolas has lost everything and is brought back to Blitz's apartment.

Blitz pushes open the stuck door with his whole body, using his whole weight to push the dumb rusted hinges. The sudden opening of the door doesn't phase Stolas as he stares at the ground, hugging himself, feeling so very out of place here.

Blitz gestures in and when Stolas doesn't move, he hesitantly takes his hand and pulls him in slowly, Stolas letting him. Then Blitz closes the front door.

Stolas looks around but doesn't want to take in much right now, all he does take in is that it's extremely small. Of course, they're an imp and hellhound. But, he can only see three rooms. The one they're in, the restroom, and a room with many signs on it.

Blitz gestures to the couch that's beat up and rubs the back of his neck, clearly nervous as well. They haven't said a word to one another since he brought him home. But Blitz would never let him stay on the street, or ask another Goetia that barely knows him. No chance.

Blitz rubs his hands and heard Loona 's music and walks over to her door, cracking it open.

"Hey uh, we have a guest in the living room. Do you mind handing me some of your extra pillows and blankets, the floor cot you take for sleepovers, and your largest shirt?" He asks and she tilts his head, peeking behind him and widening her eyes at Stolas's defeated owl eyes and bruised face, "Oh. Yeah I'll throw them all out in a sec".

Blitz smiles, "Thanks Loonie". "No sweat", she says.

She does throw them out, right at Blitz and he growls a little as they make him fall over then he carries it all over to the space in front of the couch, collapsing it all and setting up the cot with the pillows and blankets, and handing Stolas the shirt.

Stolas holds up the oversized Verosika mayday shirt, "What's this for?" He asks. Blitz chuckles, seeing which one she picked. Of course that one.

"For you to sleep in", he replies. Stolas blinks and hesitantly takes off his clothes that admittedly feel great to peel off, sweat sticking to the fabric and his feathers. But before he puts it on he pauses.

"Could I uhm...do you have a shower?" He asks and Blitz chuckles, "Of course we have a shower what do you th-nevermind. In here", Stolas follows him to the restroom and Blitz pulls him to crouch down by the hand to make sure he doesn't hit his head on the doorframe. Then he realizes Stolas is already naked and blushes, biting his lip. He quickly digs in the closet and pulls out a folded towel and hands it to him, "Take as much time in there as you need".

Stolas nods as Blitz closes the door, giving him privacy. He takes a deep breath and prepares to squish himself in this small and messy shower, already missing his rain shower at home. A home that's no longer his. He tries to pull back tears but as the water hits his chest they fall and he starts to sob.

Blitz looks to the bathroom door with a pained expression as Loona escapes her room for a moment to grab a soda.

"I thought you two weren't sympatico at the moment", she asks, opening the can. Blitz hugs himself, "Well...it's..complicated", he rubs his arms, feeling goosebumps from thinking about just how complicated it is.

"Well, if he's going through a hard time you better be gentle with him", she says. He blinks, "Gentle..?" and looks back at her but she's already back in her room, and he looks back to the bathroom door. He drops his arms and heads into the kitchen, starting a kettle of hot water while he hears Stolas finishing up.

Stolas comes out and shivers himself, rubbing his own arms.

"Got just the thing for that", Blitz says, handing him one of his horse mugs of tea and dropping two sugar cubes in it. Stolas manages a small smile, "Thank you. What kind?" He asks. Blitz's mouth forms a line, "Kind?"

"Kind of tea, dear?" He asks again, sitting on the couch and Blitz sits next to him, pulling a blanket over both their legs. Well, most of Stolas's legs.

"Uh...black? Its the only kind Loonie had. Sorry" he replies, starting to flip through the channels.

Stolas sips it, "That's alright. I don't think I can sleep tonight anyway".

"Yeah it's been a long day. Do you wanna watch a movie? Doesn't have to be something serious. We can just turn our brains off and watch something", Blitz asks and goes to put his hand on Stolas's thigh, bringing him out of his dissociation.

"What? Oh, sure", he replies and looks back down at his tea. Watching the sugar melt the rest of the way.

Blitz wonders if Stolas blames him for losing everything. It wouldn't be the first time he's made someone he loves lose everything.

"What about this uh- sappy romance movie?" He asks Stolas and taps his thigh gently again, "Stols? You there?"

Stolas hesitantly looks up, "Hmm? Sure. I thought you didn't like rom coms".

Blitz smirks, "I can be swayed for the right person".

Stolas blushes and looks away, continuing sipping his tea as Blitz presses play.

They start the movie and Stolas pulls Blitz's legs over his lap for more warmth. Blitz wrapping his tail around his leg too.

"I-is that alright?" He asks Stolas and he nods, and Blitz takes that as enough of a sign to lean his head on Stolas's shoulder as well. This shit movie was actually pretty funny, as well as warranting "Awws" from Stolas every few minutes.

At the end of the movie, Blitz goes to reach for the remote only to be stuck in place by a sleeping owl. And suddenly his sleeping coos are obvious. He looks up at him and smiles, kissing his cheek gently, and curling up closer to him to attempt to fall asleep as well.

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

You Are Scarecrow's Test Subject

[Scarecrow x Reader]

He takes his time putting you into a restraining chair, using the fear of the unknown to keep you anxious. You're in the dark and can't see a thing, but you know someone is moving you around. You can hear the clinking of medical equipment but your brain conjurers up different image, as if trying to solve the problem. His gloved hands touch you slowly and intimately, it brings up goosebumps on your skin.

You can hear him speak now, but he talks in such a way that you can not understand but a word or two, it all feels fuzzy. Maybe you catch the word "fear", but you're not sure....well you are sure as hell afraid.

Something jabs you, it stings upon impact and even more so shortly afterwards. Before you can really process the pain your brain starts to spin. A bright light shines in the darkness but in the real world, it's still pitch black. You don't know that though. For you, this feels real. You can even feel heat, so much you begin to sweat.

Something comes out from the shadowed corner, it's a beast made of straw. Spiders are pouring out of it's mouth. Bugs are crawling up the walls. The air feels thick as your heart pounds. You try to scream for help but nothing comes out, however it seems like the beast is savoring your screams like a fine wine.

He laughs and makes his body becomes big, shadows wide across the light. He's speaking but all you hear is a monstrous cawing, almost like a crow. You try to escape your restraints, but it feels like little imps are holding you down.

Fear is all you feel. You can't escape it. He laughs as you struggle and tears fall down your cheeks. Nothing feels more real than this anxiety, heart pumping like a roller coaster gone wrong. Only this seems to be never ending.

You are about to pass out, when you feel another stab...this time you see the syringe and glowing green liquid seep into your skin. Again? Will this ever end? You are unfortunately just a toy, a nights amusement, and tomorrow you'll be dumped in the alley to fend for yourself as the frightful visions die down. For now, your captor chuckles and snickers, one more dose? Absolutely.

For science.

[loki104-uwu]

new goosebumps ocs

as you can see i'm still big on Goosebumps but anyways…this was a lil challenge from my lil sis to make another sibling for Slappy and Wally and all them…are they called the wood family, dummy family?? anyways this is Imp and Nycto they both use they/them pronouns, Nycto doesn't talk he's like Alastor's or Dr. Facilier's shadow, Imp is a yapper…i'm still deciding on the voice claim for Imp but i'm between either Gir from Invader Zim or Catbug from Bravest Warriors, Imp is the youngest btw, if they were a human they'd be a little kid

just gonna let you guys know, Imp is a lil idiot, dude has no thoughts in they're brain at all, just yaps on and on and has almost little to no control of they're powers, Imp doesn't care what others think of them actually Imp doesn't really think of that at all, they're just doing they're own thing..Nycto is the smarter one lol... and btw this is my favorite sketch of them because Nycto is so confused on how they're a shadow of this lil idiot🤣

[strikersexhaver]

doesn’t it kinda feel like strikers a villain of the week now? he actually seemed like a big deal and threat in season one and actually looked threatening and gave me goosebumps. now he just feels like a joke :(

It does, it does feel like he is one… Personally would’ve preferred the original idea of him. A more menacing threat and a genuine big deal.

Considering compare his entrance as a villain to like- Verosika, technically she’s not a villain but- she was given a villain of the week intro. So the contrast between the two is definitely jarring.

However, the bonus of him being a villain of the week, he’s more likely to live, team up with IMP, or etc- because… usually villain’s of the week last longer.

Unless they pull a ‘the spot’ from into the spiderverse. But it’s too far late for that.

[merv606]

Okay but Dani wearing this for Terri for their first Valentine’s Day.

In honour of Valentine’s Day, and this being February first, a Silverusso Valentine’s one shot.

Rule 63 style.

@macchiatosdumptruck I kind of borrowed them but you can have them back 😉

Her girl had bought them with the card Terri gave her.

Dani rarely spent any money, normally not needing it as she was never allowed out of Terri’s sight for long enough. Besides, the older woman always made a point to pay, if only to see the red blush on the embarrassed girl’s face; took a savage pride in making sure everyone knew Terri and Terri alone took care of the girl’s every want and need. So when the bill came in at the beginning of the month, for last month’s purchases and she saw the single charge - and the amount - for a place she doesn’t recognize authorizing a charge for, she was nothing if not intrigued, even if she had been momentarily surprised.

While she knew she didn’t spend the money there, she did recognize the place. She had bought a few things for her girl for Christmas, which hadn’t survived past Christmas mind you, not the state Terri left them in, and her girl.

She figures it must be a surprise for her or Dani would have shown her, and instead of going and asking, knowing the girl will only pout, accusing Terry of spoiling the surprise, she finds the hiding spot instead, and really the girl needs a new one, BUT she refrains from actually peering into the familiar bag. She prefers to see what her little imp has planned.

Whatever it is, Terri had a feeling she has to up her own plans to match.

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Terri had gone all out for their first Valentine’s Day.

Although part of Dani knows it’s the theatrics the older woman loves, and yes her ultimate goal was showing Dani a good time, but it was also to show Dani off. She was the master at doing both at the same time, for maximum effect.

“We’ll be in all the papers tomorrow.”

Kitten heels with snakes that wrap up her legs and a red dress - the colour of freshly spilled blood with a dip so low it’s a wonder Terri is letting her out in it, although Dani doesn’t realize that’s the point with Terri.

That not only does she like to show off her things (that Dani knows) but the fact is that Dani would wear that for her, even with her reservations.

But all that smooth olive skin allows for the perfect backdrop to showcase the giant diamond drop necklace - in the shape of a heart - that dangles between pronounced collarbones and small breasts, which the satin of the material make hard, which you can easily tell through the fabric. Part of Dani knows this is why Terri picked the dress, that and and the feel of it when she slides her hands over Dani’s body while wearing it.

She shivers as the older woman, who had come up behind her to place the necklace in her puts her hands on her shoulders and she will never get used to seeing how much of her that Terri takes up.

The roses - a dozen on every hour - the non stop gifts attaches to them - lay around the room

Custom made crystal vases to house the roses catch the slowly dying light of the sun as it sets, sending an array of rainbow light through the room.

She can see the goosebumps on her arms as Terri smooths down them, the visible outline of her breasts as they too, harden further.

There is no hiding her arousal, not when Terri hikes the dress up to show the scrap of fabric that was her panties. Also a gift from the older woman. There is a clearly visible damp patch on them.

Terri catches her gaze in the mirror and smirks.

There had been a restaurant but Dani had gone out and bought things to make them a home cooked meal and when Terri had suggested she simply move that to the next day her girl had pouted.

“I want to show you off,” Terri had tried, and it’s a testament to how far they’ve come that the girl doesn’t automatically get her back up over the statement - she did in the beginning, and she does still now from time to time, which necessitates Terri reminding the girl of her place both next to her and under her.

The pout had deepened and Terri knew she was in trouble when small hands went to nearly non existant hips.

The compromise was that Dani would wear the dress while she cooked for Terri.

Which is how they are where they are now, Dani infront of the mirror, Terri still behind her.

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Dinner done now, the shoes and dress she was made to wear are thrown haphazardly onto a nearby chair.

Dani’s back in front of the mirror, trying on the various heart shaped bras and the one corset type contraption she bought.

She takes a few of the roses, yelping when a thorn dips into yielding flesh, bringing it to her mouth, tasting blood as she sucks at the hurt.

Even Terri’s gifts have teeth.

Carefully tearing off the soft petals she spreads some on the bed.

Dani stands now and realizes how her gift pales in comparison to everything the older woman had given her, not just today, but since this thing between them started.

Pales in comparison, or so she thinks.

The older woman wants for nothing and whatever Dani buys is technically with her money anyway.

She hardly works now - the few hours Terri does allow her to spend at the shop had caused a large enough argument.

She fiddles with the bra, trying to tighten it as much as she can.

There is still space between the bra and her chest - it had been the smallest size and still, bending over she can’t even fill it up.

Dani scowls at herself, her reflection scowling back.

Although Dani knows / for whatever reason / Terri loves that - her nearly non existent breasts.

“They suit you,” Terri tells her constantly.

Not much to be done for it now. Besides, she probably won’t have it on for long anyway.

Arranging herself on the bed, trying for seductive but she feels too awkward - she stands now.

Deciding on the corset instead, she’s trying to fix it into place when Terri walks in.

“You took too long,” the older woman says, absolutely unapologetic, “and I want my gift.”

She needs help tying up the corset anyway.

She saunters to the girl, like a lion scenting prey, Dani holding the corset up.

“I think I deserve it, don’t you?” Hand on the girl’s chin, forcing eye contact.

It laces on the back so it fits snug to her waist - accenting how tiny she is but the hard boning of the part covering her breasts means that, just like the bras, there is still too much space.

They’d fall out of she had anything to fall out.

“You look lovely.” Hands smooth down over the corset, predatory, proprietary; greedy and so damn sure of themselves.

“You did a good job spending my money baby girl.”

Dani flushes, fidgeting - not looking at the older women.

It’s delicious and makes Terri want nothing more to put the girl on an allowance - imagining her holding her hand out to receive it …. Terri laying the money on her palm.

It’s mostly an act, the girl has grown much more comfortable with her new life with the older woman. But to head off any real temper tantrum.

“None of that now. I take good care of my things. I want you to be able to enjoy this life I give you.”

Even on her tip toes her lips don’t reach but Terri leans down to meet her half way. She will always meet Dani half way. For Dani and Dani only, Terri would meet her all the way.

She doesn’t know when but, without her consent the girl had wiggled her way into Terry’s heart, having her feeling things she long since thought she’d killed and buried.

There’s one more surprise, Dani holding up a box with thick red ribbon and matching bow affixed on top.

When Terri takes the lid off, moving past the copious amounts of white tissue paper she sees red rope.

Terri had suggested this but Dani, for the first time, had said red.

After giving it some thought, and being more comfortable in what they have, she’s ready now. Not only that, but for all the older woman does she wants to do this for her; give this to her.

“You are by far the greatest gift,” and Dani’s eyebrows lift. It’s an extremely sentimental sentence coming from the older woman.

“But,” she continues, “this is far too rough for something so delicate,” which is ironic because Terri had laid out her largest strap and Dani knows what that means. Terri turns, disappearing into the large walk in closet, emerging with softer rope, which is laid down next to the cock she’ll be fucking her girl with later.

Terry traces the outline of the corset, her mouth demanding as it kisses along a pronounced collarbone, her fingers dipping into the girl’s mouth.

Dani sucks, and when she finally releases them, Terri brings them to her own mouth, tasting the girl on them.

She licks into Dani’s mouth to taste the source directly, and the girl is panting, trying to take deep breaths but the tight corset prevents it. She thinks she’s light headed.

“Hmmm,” Terri muses. “How about you wear this one for me?”

She holds the jewelled bra up and Dani, bless her, disappears into the walk in closet to change, as if Terri won’t have her naked soon enough.

Walking out now, Terri looks her gift up and down; appraising.

“I want a drink first, sweetheart,” she exclaims, sitting in the chair as Dani obediently goes to the bar to fix it for her.

“There’s a good girl,” Terry tells her after it’s handed to her, and Dani takes a step back as Terri takes the first sip.

The drink is fixed to her exact liking, of course, of that they was never any doubt.

“Come here,” Terri commands, Dani coming to stand in front of her, Terri’s hand sliding up her thigh, fingertips tracing the edges of the lace panties, but not going where the girl needs them.

“I think I want a show.”

She pats her lap, and Dani sits, and she’s a bit puzzled when Terri stops her from swinging a leg over to straddle her.

Fingertips trace down thin arms, going under the thin straps holding up the heart bra before tracing down the curves of the lace which turn into the curves of Dani, fingertips moving between the small mounds it protects.

Terri slowly undoes the ribbon in the middle of the bra, connecting the two hearts together, the bra opening, her cute little tits on display now, watching the small pink nipples pebble in the night air.

“You don’t this anymore tonight.”

Looks like that will actually survive to be worn another night.

Dipping a finger into the scotch, Terri brings it to the girl’s nipple before sucking it into her mouth, the best way to enjoy such an expensive drink, enjoying the girl as she squirms in Terri’s lap.

A quick check, the girl’s cunt is warm as always, and impossibly wet already.

“Up on the bed for me,” Terri says, reluctant to take her mouth and hands off the girl but knowing if she does, something more delicious waits. She stand the small girl up, a quick pat to her bum to set her on her course.

Climbing onto their giant bed, positioning herself in the middle on her knees, her bum resting on the heels of her feet, facing the older woman, unsure of how Terri wants her, but knowing she’ll be told.

She’s made to lie on her back, her thin legs spread obscenely wild, so that nothing is hidden, everything she is plain to see to the older woman, who sits across from her, sipping her scotch.

The small scrap of fabric that is her red lace panties hides nothing from anyone, especially not the older woman.

She touches herself through them, to Terri’s instructions, her face burning.

They do this from time to time, but she always feels so exposed like this. Just like those butterflies Terri keeps in her office for the aesthetic, kept behind glass, wings pinned so that the secret beauty of them can be openly admired.

“Does it feels good, baby? Touching that pretty clit through the panties I bought you?”

She whimpers, cunt clenching, knowing the older woman can see it all.

“Such a lovely, thoughtful, expensive gift I bought you and you’re got them ruined already, sweetheart.”

Whining now, at the lewd words, at the truth of them. The lace isn’t damp anymore, it’s soaked.

“As pretty as your pussy looks in them though,” Terri sits forward a bit, “I want to see that cute little cunt of yours, baby.”

Dani moves them to the side, her pussy bare and on display now.

The clank of ice against the glass is like thunder in her ears. The older woman’s breathing, slightly harsher than when they started is the only sign she’s affected; meanwhile Dani is falling apart.

Thighs trembling, sweat gathering all over her, skin flushed, whining like she’s in heat. The older woman’s eyes on her like this, her voice washing over her.

“Start with two,” Terri tells her, and god they slide in easily, too turned on, too wet from them not to.

The sound of Terri swallowing mixes with the wet noises as she plays with herself for both her and the older woman’s pleasure.

“Ah ah, thumb off your clit, baby girl. I don’t want you coming until my cock is inside you.”

Terri stands once the drink is finished, fixing the strap in place, over the fitted velvet suit she had planned to wear to dinner, that by the time they’re done, will be beyond saving.

She picks up the rope, fastening it around one slender ankle, then the next, the girl spread eagle and unable to close her legs, spread wide for the taking.

While never a fan of Valentine’s Day before, Terri believes she has a new appreciation for it. Like a lot of things, she has a new perspective on it. Dani has that effect on her.

The dildo slides through the slick coating her wet folds, the girl pulling on the restraints as it rubs up over her clit, swollen and throbbing, before the tip bushes inside, the girl arching up as must as the restraint will allow.

Sometimes the best things come to those who wait, even if Terri can’t say she has much patience, especially when it comes to Dani.

Her girl though, will always be worth it.

While never a fan of Valentine’s Day before, Terri believes she has a new appreciation for it. Dani has that effect on her.

[hazbinshusk]

7 for blitz please please please please please please <3 <3 <3

hope you're doing well salem!! <3

I am! especially after writing this softness :)

prompt #7: a romantic kiss.

You watch Blitzø’s claws with sleepy eyes as they map out the skin of your wrist, following the line of your arm at an almost glacial pace. You’re laying on your back, cradled by soft sheets and plush cushions – a far cry from the hookups the two of you usually share on his couch. Blitzø seems to be enjoying catching his breath in the comfort of your bed too, stretched out on his stomach beside you. His tail twitches back and forth – you can feel it brush against your calf each time it slides past, a soft, soft purr reverberating in the imp’s chest.

His fingertips continue their journey up along your arm, goosebumps following in their wake. His eyes are wide and focused, watching the way his hand looks against your skin, almost like a cat watching the movements of a new toy as it’s waved back and forth in front of them. You hum in approval as Blitzø’s fingers reach the curve of your shoulder, exhaling a smile as he takes that as instruction to smooth his palm over your collarbone. It dips down to glide a claw over the curve that marks the top of your breast for a moment, and he smirks softly to himself when your breath catches. You’re still aching between your thighs, but your nipples tighten under his gaze at the fleeting touch.

Usually, that would be enough to convince Blitzø to pinch your nipples or bring his mouth to your breasts, but instead his hand moves back up. It tickles lightly at the hollow of your throat for a moment before his hand cups your throat, taking a gentle but certain hold of it.

Blitzø uses his hold on your throat to turn your head towards him, pushing himself up onto his elbows in the same moment. He meets your eye, a weight in his gaze that makes your brow furrow, the corner of your lips tilt upward.

“You okay?”

Blitzø’s own lips twitch in pride at the huskiness cadence of your voice. “I… I wanna try somethin’.”

Your smile widens slightly, and you try for playful in your voice despite the way he’s looking at you making something heavy sink into your chest. “Is it something that requires lube?”

He shakes his head slowly, his eyes still studying your face. His hand leaves your throat to instead slide up to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. Something… some unfamiliar kind of excitement so different from the raw desire you usually feel for him bursts into your chest.

Then, Blitzø lowers his face to yours, and he kisses you.

The kiss is far, far softer than his usual ones, his lips a gentle pressure against yours. It’s almost searching; his thumb keeps on stroking your cheek as you feel his tail wind its way around your ankle. His lips are soft but still needy, his tongue just touching your bottom lip for a moment. His body shifts closer to you, his chest pressing against your shoulder, and you touch your fingers to his hip, smoothing up over the soft skin of his waist. He shivers under your touch, that purr growing louder for a moment before he finally pulls away again.

Blitzø settles back on his elbows, meeting your eye again. He looks almost thoughtful… concerned… his brow furrowed.

You clear your throat self-consciously, smiling up at him softly. “That was it? That’s… what you wanted to try?”

He nods, and you can see a blush beginning to stain his cheeks in the low light.

Oh.

“…And?”

Blitzø swallows, fumbles for a moment for something to say… then he shrugs, burying his face in the curve of your throat and slinging an arm around your waist. The curve of his horn bumps against your jaw, and you reach up and stroke it tentatively.

Blitzø’s breath is warm and ticklish against your throat as he admits in a muffled voice, “It was okay.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[intcritus]

Weissager stared upon his back, watching them dress themselves from outwear to evening wear without much of a blink, but curiosity did tickle the canine. Wonder was high as he leaned over once Apollo was upright and his cold fingertips prod upon their lower back to glide up the curve and rest over shoulder blades. He was sure wings were to be here, once upon a time. Would it be rude to request to witness them in their full glory? It wasn't like he'd be harmed by the holy power or even the 'corrupted' divinity of a fallen as some like to claim… He was however, terribly curious to how Apollo's wings looked. Where they like imps? Personalised? Or where they more like the Fury's, generational family pelt shades? Or was it like incubi? A mix of what one wants to see when they unfurl in the terror?

"Your wings…" He started with a stroke of his palm around the others rib. "Describe them to me?" This was a better solution than asking out right to see them. What if Apollo no longer had them? He wished not to upset this one's evening with his want to know.

Apollo would be the first to admit, no matter what face Weissager wore, his soul was attached to the hellhound regardless. The depth of his feelings didn’t change, but this new face was rather cute. Chuckling silently to himself at his thoughts, his entirety jolts at the feeling of cold fingers upon his skin. Oh, that was ticklish. 

Weissager’s touch causes goosebumps to erupt along his flesh, a fond smile curling across his face. His…wings ? The fallen’s brows furrow, though he should have expected this sooner rather than later. It’s not as though it wasn’t expected. It’s just, he’s never had a reason to show them off. They’d been bound for a long while but now they were not. Gnawing on the corner of his mouth, Apollo couldn’t find one reason why he couldn’t show Weissager. Patting the hand curling around his rib, he shifts away from the hellhound with a heavy swallow. Describing them wouldn’t truly do them justice, he thinks. They were a source of pride, after all. 

❝ ━ Finally got curious enough to ask, huh ?❞ Humming, he rolled his shoulders back, six multi-colored, glass-like wings slowly unfurling. Apollo isn’t worried about hurting Weissager, nor would he ever try. Things aren’t like the human’s movies and such.

Flexing all six wings, the Fallen finds himself a little melancholic. The hellhound is the first person to see them in nearly half a decade since he’s fallen and it feels good getting the chance to spread them again. ❝ ━ It’s not that I was hiding them, but more so they were damaged in the fall. Took a while to use them again, but I’m glad you gave me the chance. Rather pretty, aren’t they ? ❞ A loose grin curls his lips, spreading them out fully to their impressive wingspan and for a moment, he loves the way the colors play off on the walls of his home. But he shifts, taking Weissager’s hand into his own, guiding it to touch the inner feathers. They glimmer when touched, and Apollo hums, a bit of amused yet apprehensive, ❝ ━ Are they all you thought they could be ? ❞

glass wings don't shatter easily. | @nvrcmplt