#hnnn thank you;

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

Hi i just made a tumblr account for this haha I've never used tumblr before

But!! I LOVE your fics so much, they've been a huge inspiration for me to create my own art and they're really amazing

So since i wanna maybe draw fanart of her i wanted to ask if you have a design for Qiqi/Fortune Preserver in jadeite gingko? Thinking of it because of the scene in the latest chapter where she was poking the guy with a stick, I can't get the image out of my head OMG

i did in fact do some designs for her, they're here!

i really need to update the masterpost,,,

[saphira-approves]

Can I come and tell you my deepest pain?

We should have had Morzan alive. I mean yeah, it would fuck up the whole narrative but imagine Murtagh being afraid of his father. He hates the king but fears his father.

Imagine him and Thorn; Morzan sees them, and he has problems with booze in canon, just how drunk he'd have gotten after Thorn learned to talk? There he is with his nameless dragon, half of his heart and soul, that he had to watch descend into stupidity. (Does he have its name written up here and there, does he watch it every day just to think about how he could make it real again?) Would he dream of killing his son and taking his dragon to himself? Would he want that even though he despises that sick joke of a connection that is in between Galbatorix and Shruikan?

And then Galbatorix finally discovers the name of the names. How would he beg for the king to use it to heal his companion?

Also, it would be very funny to watch our main characters run for their lives with an angry dragon after them, but y'know.

Should I write a fic about this

Oh you absolutely should write a fic about this (and let me know when you do! I’d love to read it!), and I should go back through my WIPs to find my time travel AUs…

I usually write more about Selena than Morzan, but I do love the idea of getting to see grown-up Murtagh’s reaction to seeing his father, especially in a context where Murtagh has lived without him for a while—whether that’s because Brom didn’t kill Morzan and Selena got both her sons to Carvahall, or because resurrection or time travel shenanigans happened.

As for Morzan still being around when Murtagh gets captured… I think there’s a 50/50 chance he gets Real Weird about the torture, in a “I was pretty sure up to this point that I didn’t actually care about my son but now my best friend is torturing My Son and I don’t like it actually” way, and I think that would be really fun to explore; I think, also, that when Thorn hatches and Galbatorix prematurely increases his size, Morzan would again be Real Weird about it because, like, that’s a baby dragon the size of an adult. He hasn’t lost his name, he just hasn’t really developed one yet; he’s a weird, warped mirror of Morzan’s own dragon. And when Thorn does, eventually, with difficulty, start to ‘grow up’, Morzan’s probably going to get twitchy about it—it’s been at least a century, more than two thirds of his lifespan, since he’s even MET a somewhat psychologically stable dragon; how much has he forgotten of their true intelligence, their real personalities? And when Galbatorix does find The Word, if Morzan asks him to heal his own dragon… honestly I don’t know if Galbatorix would be able to. Having power and knowing how to use it are two different things, we saw Murtagh figure that out in his own book with The Word. Would the king even know where to start? Would he allow Morzan to try for himself? Morzan probably wouldn’t have a clue where to begin, all we ever hear about him from people who’d met him is that he’s a powerful spellcaster, but not a very clever one.

Honestly, the whole situation might drive Morzan to split from Galbatorix; and even if not, it would still probably drive Morzan to be extremely destructive, to himself and everyone around him.

Also he’d be so pissed to learn about Eragon’s true parentage. Not even in a “my wife cheated on me?!” way but in a “oh my god can Brom stop being SO OBSESSED with me for FIVE MINUTES” kind of way.

[orange-cheetah]

with kanuma's done, the profiles from the character book are now completed! you can find all of them here

also i wanted to say thank you - it's fun to see your reactions to the trivia in the tags / replies, and the support made me really happy

for a while i looked forward to translating the profiles everyday when returning from work; hope the trivia can be of use for your fancontent or really, just bonus info on your favourite characters (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[wilfre-the-medical-bot]

Jazz: Hello Wildfire congratulations on the newspark. Hello little Hummer I think becoming a medic or a doctor is a fine choice. I wish you nothing but the best of luck. Oh I am so sorry where are my manners my name is Jazz and I am happily bonded to Prowler. We have a sparkling named Jeza and she goes by Heartlight. He have also adopted @sari-but-not-sorry as our other sparkling daughter.

Well... Hello there, Jazz... Nice to meet you...

And... Thank you...

Huh? O-Oh... Hello... Thank you...

Heh... Sounds like quite the... Family...

It sounds lovely... Hnnnn...

Sir...? Are- Are you alright?

............

Y-Yes... Just... Thinking...

[gaywineauntsstuff]

How I picture Brucie Wayne’s birth in the battinson universe.

8yr old Dick Grayson: so B I gotta ask

Battinson: hn

8yr old newly Robin Dick Grayson: do you really think that people don’t suspect the crazy Rich secluded billionaire who disappeared for years to be Batman and then takes in a child only for ‘I’m vengeance’ to appear with a child at the same time.

Battinson: hnnn

DG: nonono like no offense but like don’t you think it’s a little …obvious… like marvel movies exist..

Battinson: hnnn what do you propose I do then?

DG: duh you gotta make sure it’s impossible for you to be Batman

Battinson: hmm so I should plan an event where we are both spot-

DG: get drunk and swim in a fountain

Battinson: ???

DG: if Bruce Wayne is dumb he can’t be Batman

Battinson: Bruce Wayne is the head of one the most successful companies in the worl-

DG nodding along: yep all thanks to the amazing help he hired to do the work for him while he search for the cure to polio in the Sahara desert

Battinson: the polio vaccine already exists Dick

DG hand placed on forehead like a fainting damsel: oh it’s so sad about poor Brucie you know, dumb as a rock that one. Didn’t get an ounce of his parents intelligence thank god he got lucky enough that the people he surrounds himself with are loyal to his parents and aren’t stealing money from him.

Battinson: Robin I’m really not followi-

DG rolling his eyes and grabbing B’s face: I’m telling you to play himbo with heart of gold. If people think you’re sweet and pathetic, they’ll (A) underestimate you (B) not question why you disappear for months (C) pathetic good looking idiots get sympathy points.

Battinson: and how would you know this

DG who got adopted by a billionaire who won’t say no to anything he says bc puppy dog eyes: …….

Battinson: …fair point

DG: worlds greatest Detective he says

[tojisun]

cw: john price x f!reader - older man/younger girl; smut; smidge daddy kink; meet cute or smthn

thinking about being moderately creeped out when the waiter came your way and told you that your tab has actually been settled by that gentleman over there.

and you’re quite hesitant to look around and acknowledge the gentleman’s presence but your friends are whooping, making kissy faces and being so embarrassingly obvious at their own checking-out that you bit the bullet and turned around, dutifully ignoring the lump lodged in your throat—

oh.

well, that’s one good looking man, sure. kind of young for your taste though, if you’re being honest but if he’s treating you and your friends, then you guess that’s—

the man beside him turns, meets your gaze, and shoots you a sultry wink.

his scruff and his hair is a mess of salt and pepper, and he’s got crinkles around his eyes as he smiles, and he’s got tan skin like he just spent a summer in greece while you were honest to god killing yourself for your capstone as your graduation is coming close, and—

“yeah,” your friend laughs, all sleazy. “he’s your type, ain’t he? a fucking dilf.”

oh.

so that younger one is—

god, he’s almost twice your age then if that kid’s his son. what the fuck that’s—

“please shoot your shot before we lose this group-sugar daddy,” another one of your friends chirps and that forces an ugly snort your way but mr. dilf doesn’t even look turned off by the way his smile just grew and- oh god, he’s standing up and he’s moving close and—

“hey, sweetheart,” he says and honestly the british accent is just uncalled for.

“hi,” you reply after being jabbed on your side.

his scruff dances as his humour bloats. he nods his head to the group and turns back at you.

fuck, yeah okay so— “thanks for that, by the way. you didn’t have to.”

he shrugs. “i wanted to. ‘sides, all that money ought to be spent on a pretty thing, don’t you think?”

pretty thing — does he mean you?

that…

that honestly does it for you.

your cheeks tingle with warmth as shyness creeps in. you feel yourself slowly clamming up, still so painfully unused to being the point of attraction. no one has ever liked you above your friends, but there he is, so suave and beautiful in his tan and charming in an honestly concerning way as he pours all his attention to you. not them but you.

“do you want to, uh, go somewhere? show me around or something?”

he huffs a fond laugh and offers his hand — big and callused, with a scar drawn across his whole palm — and says, “thought you’ll never ask.”

he pulls you up. “name’s john.” he tips his head back to his table, one that’s now bar of the other patron. “that was my son, lucas.”

you didn’t even notice that john’s hand has left your own until you felt it on the small of your back.

“and what about you?”

“huh?” you ask, trying to focus on not tripping on your feet.

“what shall i call you, sweetheart?”

“oh,” you say, blinking, before muttering your name.

john hums something deep in the base of his throat.

“beautiful.”

and, somehow, you know that he doesn’t just mean your name but he means you.

.

(it ends with you on his hotel bed, speared open by his cock. you’ve never been this wet before, walls all loose and squelching as he fucks it even deeper, punching the head into the pucker of your cervix.

john is all quiet grunts, animalistic as he devours you.

jesus, this man couldn’t truly be almost twice your age — how the fuck is he moving this way?

he fills you up to the point of tears, and fills you up even more, pushing and pressing in until he’s all snug in you, his pelvis flushed to yours. you feel so full. so stuffed that you couldn’t even moan right, raspy breaths all that could puff out of you.

“s’good!” you hiccup, sobbing, twitching at the drag of his cock as john pulls out only to choke on your own voice when he fucks in.

“jo-hnnn, s’good! s’good!”

“yeah?” he grunts, scruff tickling the shell of your ear. “y’feel so good ‘round me, darling. tight like a vice. christ, has no one ever fucked you open? stretched you out good?”

you shake your head, whining because no. no one’s fucked you this way. no one’s filled you this way. and if they did, everything’s been overwritten by john.

and his thick fingers and wide palms and his fat cock, fucking in, in, in.

“oh, darlin’,” he croons, his skin slapping against your own. “don’t worry, then, love. daddy’s going t’fix you up, ‘kay? daddy’s going t’make you feel so good, i promise.”

daddy—

fuck.

fuck.)

[han--sama]

I'M SCREAMMINGNGNGG???? THIS IS SO CUTE OMG

i heard there was a demand for blushy skeles (specifically from @han-doodles on twitter earlier today because of the shy prompt for skeletober💕) so I doodled some blushy AtF!Sans and Younger!Ace because i love my boys uwu✨

i wanna doodle the papyruses from my au’s later too but for now my back hurts so i’m gonna take a break 😅

[martiansodas-blog]

🎾 🤍💐✨🎀

standford!art who’s your best friend finds out no guy has ever hit your gspot before :(

“are you being serious?”

but it's so fuckin easy! he thinks

your cheeks get warm. you focus on the various hangnails you have instead of making eye contact.

“um...yeah.” you say quietly.

he immediately regrets having such a big reaction and scolds himself.

those rotten frat guys, they only care about one thing.

“hey, hey,” he touches your cheek and crouches a little so he's no longer towering over you. “i didn’t mean to embarrass you, sweetheart. it’s not your fault. they’re just inattentive."

“thanks.” you mutter with no expression in your voice.

he was too curious not to ask,

“have you ever found it by yourself?”

a laugh involuntary escaped.

“i’ve never tried.”

art fake pouts.

“you poor girl,” he coos, putting it on thick.

you scoff, but the heat in your cheeks only gets worse and you cant help but smile. he’s way too good at breaking your walls down, and he knew it

“i can show you, if you like.”

your body becomes unmoving.

"what?"

the most logical explanation you can think of is that he spoke a different language and it was lost in translation. because surely he wasn't offering what you think he was offering.

“what kind of friend would i be if i didn’t?”

he had that stupid smirk on his face.

“wait, you’re serious?? wha-”

he steps closer to you, close enough you can feel his body heat.

“we’ve always been closer than most friends, no?”

you shake your head.

“i mean, yeah, but that’s-“

his body goes stiff, eyebrows furrowed like that's the worst news you could've given him.

now he's the one shaking his head. his mostly blue eyes become fixed on the ground. he looked like a kicked puppy.

“that was a stupid idea. you're right. m'sorry. i don’t know why i brought it up."

he begins to walk off.

are you actually going to reject this offer from your insanely handsome best friend? half the girls at stanford would kill for this opportunity. and here it is, falling into your lap.

“wait!”

he wipes the smile off his face before turning around.

“yeah, uh… i’d like that.”

he breaks into a smile.

"really? i truly didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

there's still a frown gracing his features.

"you didn't! you didn't. i was just caught off guard. that's all."

"...okay" he smirks slightly.

"okay."

another awkward silence presents itself. what should you-

"come over to my dorm at 8 tonight. that is of course unless you want to do it at yours and risk your roommate catching a free peep show."

his sudden confidence caught you off guard. he's giving you whiplash at this point.

"uh, no. no. yours is great."

who the hell can afford a private dorm as a sophomore?

oh right. tennis champions...

before he goes, he kisses you on the cheek. the first of many that would occur that day. his lips are the perfect proportion for his face and they feel like being touched by a pink cloud.

3 hours later

''FUCK, art, please"

"aww, i know baby. no one can treat you like i can."

its relentless. the entire time. the top half of him babys you while the bottom half tries to leave an imprint.

you didn't know your back could arch this much.

"are you gonna cry from how good it is? poor girl."

and you do. saltwater flows down your cheek and he wipes it off and cradles your head, showing you some mercy.

"you can do it, babygirl. you can give me one more, cant you?"

you nod fervently. it wasn't even about orgasming (of which you've done twice) anymore it was about making him happy.

"yes," you pant "ill come for you, artie, shit hnnn."

once you started babbling you couldn't stop. he thought it was adorable, honestly. he's never made a girl dumb on his cock this quickly. you really needed it.

you're gonna be so fun to play with. he thought.

he pecked your cheek while coaxing you through it.

"atta girl, make my cock all creamy for me. you can do it."

you feel every muscle, no. every atom in your body relaxes. and where your bodies met was so warm and slick and art might slip if he's not careful.

"there you go" he whispered into your neck. "so beautiful. such a good girl, im so proud of you. knew you could do it."

you think he is peppering kisses across your face and chest but you cant will your eyes to open yet and every inch of your skin is tingling.

your semiconsciousness works to his advantage because he loves resting inside you. he could fall asleep just like this but you probably wouldn't like that.

he strokes your hair and stares at you while you recover. he wants to let you fall asleep right away but knows that's not wise.

"c'mon, angel," he says softly as he scoops you up. "lets get you cleaned up."

[cocoadropp]

onyankapon x blackfemreader!

Genre: Sexy Hot Nasty Ass Smut

“Mmph!” Your eyes roll back as rough big hands held over your mouth, fingers sliding off the white clean sink and your thigh almost slipping off of it. Your foot that was on the floor and still in your pink marc jacob slides curl and grip on it. “Shut that shit up right now.” A slap was made to your ass cheek and you cry out through his spit covered fingers. Your back was arched and you open your eyes to look in the bathroom mirror.

Onyankapon stands there thrusting ruthlessly in your fat tight cunt, one hand covering your mouth as the other held your thigh that was on top of the sink in place, your short white nails gripping the sink and one hand falls to ony’s lower stomach, you moan and thankful his hand around your mouth was holding you back cause your face would have fallen on the mirror. “O-ony pleaseuuhhh” your voice is muffled and quiet, “what i say huh?” Gold one row grill sitting on his pretty white teeth as he spoke angrily in your ear. Hand now on your neck and his other hand smacking your thigh harshly.

Tears started to form and now he moved closer, chin on your shoulder and he thrusted up, circling his hips into you like he hated you. You almost thought he did until he moaned loudly when your pussy tightened up, signaling your upcoming orgasm. “Y-you always fuckin- shit. Always playin with me like you don’t give a fuck.” His hand on your neck tightened, your thighs shook and you made eye contact with him in the mirror.

“I don’t give a fuck, a-about your damn commitment issues. You hear me?” The hand that was on your neck smacks your cheek lightly to make sure you were listening, you gasp and whine “y-yes ony ohmygosh. please please, i-im so sorry hnnn.” You didn’t mean to ghost ony for a week, you just got so detached from your phone you forgot someone actually cared for you and wanted to speak to you all the time and make sure you were okay. You hear him grumbling on the side of you but you just couldn’t think.

First he kisses your shoulder, then your cheek and neck. He turns your head towards him so you guys can go in for a sloppy kiss, exchanging moans all while he deep in your tummy. “Pussy so good and y-you was finna leave me hm? Make me feel so fuckin good mama.”

You’re gonna fucking cum.

The way he looks at you with low eyes and the way he rasp his sentences.

“Ony” it was different…this orgasm was different. You felt like crying and it was so hard to breath. Your lips formed a pout and you felt your eyes burning with tears .. “nghhh shit w-wait pa ohmygoshhhh wait!”

“Now you want me to wait? Thought you was working for that nut? Cum on that shit, make my shit more wet baby.” Oh and you fucking did. Thighs shaking and you were whining so fucking loud. “P-pa hnnnn daddy fuuck pl-please i c-can’t stop-“ you were making such a big mess, squirting on the sink and it drips in the floor, hearing the plop plop plop. And your cunt was so fucking tight! “Uhn shit.” Ony gasp.

And the unnecessarily loud squelching. Ony was looking down at your pretty two toned pussy, speading your pussy lips from behind to capture your wetness and creaminess. He bites his lips and closes his eyes as his head leaned back “mhhm” he mumbles and started beating your shit up for a quick second. “Imma cum mama… cum in this nasty ass pussy, f-fuck baby.” His hips staggered and he moved his face towards your moaning neck. Kissing and groaning up in it ass his bust his load into you.

Both breathing heavy and high on sex.

“Do that shit again and it’s gonna be worse.”

[fullofbees]

Week 3: Leviathan x GN!Reader - Tentacles

CW: Handjobs, Tentacle talk

Your game character cries out as tentacles bind their body. The sigil below them glows a sickly green, revealing the portal from which the disembodied appendages writhe. They call out to their partner, their plea for help echoing as the screen fades to Levi's pixeled avatar. The familiar and catchy battle music plays, but the knight does not move.

The enemy squeezes your character, sapping 10 health and its eldritchian power blocking any access to your magic. A couple beats pass, and the monster constricts again, slimily taking another chunk of life. "Levi, it's time to--"

He tries to stop you from looking, but it's too late. The sight of his cock straining against his sweatpants is forever imprinted in your memory. He's always been easy to rile up, but the shocking display has you blurting out, "Are you fucking hard right now?"

"Don't be mad at me..." He meekly protests, one hand blocking his face while one quickly covers his crotch.

Pausing the game, you can't help but snort out a laugh. Levi falls back against the large beanbag, both hands covering his face. "Are you seriously laughing?? Iwanttodiethisissoembarrassing--"

"Sorry, sorry," You apologize before he can start his self-deprecating rant, but Levi grumbles in response, still refusing to look at you. Snuggling closer to his side, you gently pry his hands away from his rosy face so you can kiss his cheek. The action makes the demon squeal, but he otherwise relaxes into your touch, blush spreading to his ears.

Maybe it's the warmth of his body against yours or his quiet gasp when your hand rests on his knee, but arousal is quickly pooling in your core. He doesn't resist your teasing, groaning weakly instead as your hand drifts closer to his crotch.

"I shouldn't be surprised you'd pick a perverted game." You playfully taunt, running your fingers along the bulge of his cock. Levi's legs further part as he sinks deeper into the beanbag, thrusting into your palm and grinding against what little friction he can find.

"In my defense!" exclaims the demon, growing frustrated when your touch remains light, a far cry from the reckless pace he's used to, "The tentacles weren't advertised!" Finally, you slip your hand past the hem of his sweats and Levi sighs in relief, mumbling praises and reverent 'thank you's. His cock throbs under your hand, excitedly hot as you pump his shaft, making precum ooze out and dampen the fabric of his boxers.

"They sure were provocative though," You say with a chuckle, voice low as you whisper, "I've imagined it before; those slippery tentacles stretching me open. How many do you think I could take?" The question has its intended effect; Levi buries his face into your nightshirt, eyes shut tight while his mouth hangs open as he tries to stifle his moans.

You continue to tell him about your fantasies, blending images of yourself at the mercy of the monstrous extremities with the lust you feel over your boyfriend's own thalassic qualities. "They can hold me down while you make me yours. No one would dare try to steal away the beloved of the Admiral, would they? Not with your scent on my skin and your cum between my legs."

It's the fastest he's ever cum for you. What doesn't spill over your fingers instead soaks the fabric of his clothing, the dark spot spreading with each new rush of cum that leaks from his tip. He's trembling when you kiss him, slow and sweet, as you continue to milk his cock, no doubt worsening the mess in his pants.

Hnnn this one is super late, i'm sorry >w<

-> Head to Masterlist

-> My Ko-fi!

[presiding]

when women are haunted. and doing the haunting. but are also in love. but are also in danger.

tgothpp fanart

[t-r99]

Pampered

Sendou Shuto x reader

he's just so precious☺️

warnings: fluffy smut

wc: 462

Sendou is so sweet. He's sensitive and craves attention, but can be very shy about it and doesn't want to be a bother and a nag, and that makes teasing him all the better.

His cheeks go all nice and pink when you touch him and the blush spreads until even the tips of his ears pink up.

Of course he tries to act all cool about it, and it's fucking adorable, but it doesn't last long before he crumbles under your touch and goes all putty and whiny for you.

He's the ace of the U20 team out there, but in private he's your sweet little thing that just needs to be held and loved.

"That feel good?"

Sweet boy, he gets all clingy and touchy like this. His cheeks turn a pretty pink and he shivers under your every touch and, dear lord, the sounds he makes.

Just show him all the love and attention in the world, it makes him happy and he deserves all of it and even more.

His breathing is shaky and his toned chest rises and falls rapidly as you stroke him. Sendou looks down, almost drooling at the sight of your fingers wrapped around him where he's aching with need for release.

It leaves his lips so softly. Your name rolls off his tongue in a breathless whisper and he leans further against you, his back against your chest as you hold him and pepper his flushed cheeks with soft little kisses. Holy hell, he's just so cute and precious like this, all flushed and flustered and whining with need as you pump his cock agonizingly slow. His hips always start moving when he gets close, desperately chasing after the orgasm you keep denying him.

"Please," He begs and gasps sharply, whole body twitching as he almost finishes. "Hnnn . . . Please . . ." So desperate, so cute, he's just so pretty when he begs and turns his head to look at you with those half closed teary eyes and those pretty pink lips. Sendou mumbles your name in a haze and pants out, "'m g'na cum." and he does. His abs tense and flex and and his hips jerk up to fuck your soft palm.

You grab his face, squishing his cheeks gently as you turn his head to the side to kiss him hungrily. He moans against your lips and deepens the kiss as he slowly comes down from his high.

It feels so good to just lay down in your embrace and let go. Sendou pulls away and sighs, eyes fluttering closed. "I needed that."

"Feel any better now?" You kiss his cheek.

"Mhm." He exhales slowly. "Thank you." Sendou turns to meet your lips when you go to kiss him again. "I love you."

[fetishccinealfredo]

We need barbatos smut... like, really, Barbatos simps have been dry on content recently... I just want to see him being rough, but at the same time spilling the sweetest praises, calling us a good little lamb...

(If possible, do a gn!MC, please)

Thanks for the attention <3

For real!! As a Barbatos simp myself, I agree!

cw: rough sex, reader has afab genitalia (but neutral pronouns), praise, drool

"Ahh... hnnn.... ohhh...." Sweet moans were the only things that left your mouth as Barbatos pounded into you, hitting your sensitive spots over and over again.

The bed squeaked over and over as the butler made you take every inch of him. His hands squeezed your hips, not enough to hurt, but tight enough. Thank Diavolo that Solomon taught you a spell that makes walls soundproof for moments like this.

"Fuck, you feel so good around me.." He leaned forward, whispering in your ear. "You like feeling how big I am inside you? You like your wet cunt being full with my cock?"

His teasing words made you get damp, clenching around his cock. Drool dribbled from your lip as you rested your head on the pillow.

"Y-Yes, more... please... I need it. I need it so bad." You gasped out between moans, making the butler grin.

"Ohhh, what a good little lamb you're being for me; using your words." With that being said, he picked up the pace and fucked you faster than before, one of his hands now rubbing your clit.

The extra sensations made your thighs quiver as you can't help but move against his hand. Barbatos panted heavily, almost unable to tease you now.

"Unnnh... so good... do you want me to cum inside?" Barbatos asked, holding himself back just enough. You nodded, arching yourself towards him.

"Oh yes, yes please! Fill me up!"

That seemed to have ignited a flame inside the butler, because without a second to waste, he used one hand and pinned you to the bed and pounded into you like tomorrow wouldn't exist.

Your pussy tightens around his cock as he repeatedly slams himself inside you, nothing but desperate moans and pants leaving the both of you.

"Barbatos, I-- nngh... I'm--" Before you can finish your sentence, he fingered you deeper, coating his fingers in your moist juices.

"Cum for me, my sweet little lamb."

His praise drove you to the edge, and you clench hard around his cock as you cum on his fingers, your eyes rolling back as nothing but ecstasy runs through you.

Barbatos came shortly after, shooting ropes of cum inside you, pounding his hips. Devilish growls and groans left the butler as he emptied himself inside you, helping you get down from your high as well.

He pulled out carefully, but held you close. You both were panting on the bed, as "Good job, darling.... you did so good." He praised, littering your neck and shoulder with kisses.

"You did too, Barbatos... thank you.." You take a breath, feeling wonderful.

"So, would you like some aftercare, or do you want to prepare for round two?"

[ashomodeus]

How the OM bros + Dateables react to walking in on M!Mc in just a towel after a shower.

Notes: Bad grammar, I haven't written in 2 years, I'm rusty. Though the Mc in obey me is gender neutral, or advertised as such, I just wanted to write about a M!Mc. Probably smut warning. Milking mentioned and other kinks as well, probably. Sorry it's all over the place I'm writing this with a killer migraine and whilst at work. Consider this an I'm backkkk. PLEASE SEND REQUEST IM SO UNORIGINAL. Or even send a request on a full story of one of these scenarios.

Part 1: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

Part 2: Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

Part 3: Solomon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon

I would like to thank Beyonce for everything...

Satan

● Satan always knocks, but he never waits for an answer.

● He walked in and stared at Mc’s hips. He tried to keep cool but couldn't help but to stare.

●"was there something you needed Satan..." Mc stood there not sure why Satan was frozen.

● "Clearly but now I'm distracted." Satan said honestly. He pulled Mc close to him rubbing his buldge against Mcs toweled ass.

●Clearly the towel didn't feel good so Satan yanked down the towel. Groaned as he rubbed himself against Mc. He could feel his pants feel a bit wet since Mc was still wet from the shower.

● Something about Mc being fully nude while He's fully clothed gets him going a lot more. Mc whimpers wanting more contact.

● Satan feels a rush as he grabs Mcs hard cock and rubs him.

● Let's just say... they didn't leave the room for HOURS.

● Satan now tries to barge in as much as possible to walk in on Mc again.

Asmo

● Asmo wanted to know if Mc wanted to do a spa day and he walked in, his eyes were blessed.

● He stares and he will make it known how hot Mc looks. He looks at every curve. He starts to imagine what's under the towel.

●Mc was confident at first but while Asmo stares more and more he gets a bit more shy.

●"Oh don't you worry doll, there's no need to be shy~" Asmo need to be in Mc or have Mc in himself.

●"Could I... see what's underneath that towel Mc?" Asmo looked at Mc seductively. Mc nodded shyly.

●He pulled down the towel and got on his knees. Asmo softly kissed Mc's hips before putting Mc's rock hard cock in his mouth and began to suck while massaging his balls.

● "Oh my sweet love I'm going to milk you until you can't anymore" Asmo smiled.

Beel

●He wanted to show Mc a new snack he made. At first Beel didn't process Mc was in just a towel. He thought Mc was working out. Then he looked down.

●"sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you." Beel respectfully turned around. He didn't want Mc uncomfortable.

● Mc didn't mind. Mc told him to continue to talk because standing there was just more awkard. Beel did forget the food he was holding. He's hungry for something else. Gluttony isn't just over eating, It's over indulgence.

● His mind is now about Mc and Mc only. Beel unfortunately couldn't hide what he was packing as he turned around and it shocked Mc.

● "I brought you a snack... but I guess my body has other plans" He turned around to Mc.

● Let's just say Mc couldn't walk after that night.

Belphie

●Belphie was actually sleeping in Mc's room when he walked out with just a towel on. As Mc paces the room the towel got lower and lower.

●Belphie slowly woke up to see Mc in just a towel. He actually thinks he's dreaming so he grabs he cock and starts rubbing himself. He let out small whines as he stared at MC. Mc turns to see Belphie pleasuring himself to Mc's almost nude body.

● Belphie realizes he's not dreaming as Mc walks towards him slowly. Of course it's a little awkward at first but once Belphie starts something he's going to finish it. "Hnnn Mc I need you" He moaned out as he pumps harder.

● Belphie is trying to act as needy as possible so he can absolutely destroy Mc's throat.

● His embrassed feelings immediately dissappeared when he saw Mc was hard as well. That's when Mc came over and started to pump Belphie for him.

●There were so many positions that they wanted to try.

[demonsword586]

Beelzebub Attacker part 2

Damn,I'm working fast these days! Anyway,here's more Beel being...Beel. You will see what I mean

(Pg: Inside the shelter)

Happy-looking Male devil: Haaa...Hnn...!

Happy-looking Female devil: Hn...Hnnn-haa!

Glistering chanting echoed throughout,and the room was hotter than outside from ghe heat of the bodies.

No matter where you moved your gaze,the tangled mass of skin bounced up and down,bumping into each other and making popping noises.

The walls and the floor of the shelter were blue,the lights were white and neon,and there was some kind of pink smoke going through the place.

Actually seeing the things you were used to seeing inside your monitor,made you feel crushed by it's power.

You had seen various types of roleplay before,but the actual voices and scenes made it feel even more obscene.

The sight of flesh shaking,the sound of it slapping against each other,the obscene odor,rhe hot air,the energy transferred to your skin. These things stimulated you and elevated your mood.

Mc: (It's embarrassing,but I want to see...)

Sweat tickled down your cheeks from the heat of the room and your own excitment as you squinted at the sights around you,unable to settle your gaze.

Slip-

Mc: Ugh!

Just then something warm and wet fondled your temple.

Beelzebub: It's cute that you're looking around. It's not unusual for you,is it?

Beelzebub licked your sweat and whispered in your ear.

He hugged your shoulders and licked the sweat from your temple as if he would not miss even a single drop.

Beelzebub blew out hot air and put his tongue in your ear.

Mc: Ugh..ah..ah!

Beelzebub: Ah...Delicious.

In one ear you could hear Beelzebub's lustful voice and the sound of his saliva dripping from his mouth,

And in the other,you could hear such pathetic cries that one would never think would come from the intercourse going around you. You found yourself screaming at the top of your lungs with uncharacteristic ease.

Mc: Ugh,ugh..ahh!

All that he had done was lick your ear,but you were already moaning patheticlly.

Meanwhile you heard a strangers voice.

Waiter: Welcome,your Majesty. This is your usual drink as you requested.

A handsome,middle-aged waiter approached as though he was used to the sight of you being sqashed and stood next to you with a silver tray with four glasses of white liquid on top.

It looked like he wasn't affected by Beelzebub's spell unlike the other devils,as he naturally called Beelzebub 'your Majesty'.

Waiter: Which one would you like today?

The waiter who seemed to be serving at the shelter smiled,his sharp,long eyes narrowing even more and without changing his complexion as though he was accustomed to the strange sight.

Standing with a noticeably upright posture,he glanced at the drinks on the tray with familiarity.

Beelzebub: Ahh,thanks. What shall we do?

Beelzebu receded from your ear and straightened a little to look at the drinks.

Beelzebub: Mc,which one would you like?

Beelzebub let you choose,but they all looked like white liquid to you.

Mc: ....What is this? Whats the diffrence?

As you pondered,you made eye contact with the waiter who smiled skillfuly.

Waiter: Welcome Daughter/Son of Solomon...I was waiting for you.

Waiter: The glass on the right is fresh,100% pure milk from his Majesty's horn.

Mc: Huhh?!

You widened your eyes and mouth at the unexpected drink,but neither the waiter nor Beelzebub seemed at all concerned.

Waiter: And the glass on the left is fresh,100% pure semen from his Majesty's wonderful,strong penis.

Waiter: These are all specialty items that have been sealed and specially preserved to ensure that they taste as fresh as they came out of his Majesty's body.

Mc: (Beelzebus's se...What?!)

Beelzebub pointed left.

Beelzebub: Hmm,shall I take this one today?

Mc: Eek,you asked me!

Beelzebub asked you but chose the drinks (?) himself,and you stared at him incredulously. But he didn't seem to mind at all.

Beelzebub pulled himself up from his position on top of you and knelt down on the couch,

Then,he picked suddenly up the two glasses on the left,popped one into his mouth without hesitation,and held the other out to you.

You slowly sat up to take the glass.

Mc: (Beelzebub's fresh,100% pure cum. It's just cum,)

Mc: (I'm apready used to it because of Minhyeok's cum...)

Mc: Ok?!

You tilted your glass as if the mood called for it,and were shocked when the viscous white liquid slowly flowed into your mouth.

It was nothing like the feel or taste of cum as you knew and imagined.

The moment it entered your mouth,the sweet,rich flavor was felt directly in your brain and not your tongue! It was a transcendent taste experience like the part of your brain that tasted the most delicious things was absorbing it directly.

The king of gluttony. If these were all the foods Beelzebub recommended,you thought you might as well be his slave for life.

Mc: What is this?! I've never tasted anything as delicious as this?!

Beelzebub: What do you think? My sperm,they're delicious and healthy,right?

Beelzebub rumbled his throat in amusment at your reaction.

....But before you could even finish it,something strange began to happen to your body.

Mc: Ah..huh?...Uhm...

You start to feel hotter and hotter like you had a fever,your breathing became ragged,and sweat began to break out all over your body,soaking you.

Beelzebub placed a large hand on your shoulder.

Mc: Ahhh!!!

Beelzebub: Keke..

Mc: ( Ah...Why?...)

All he had done was place his hand on your shoulder,but it turned your vision white for a moment.

Whether it was because of the excitment or Beelzebub,your whole body felt damp.

Mc: Beelzebub...Ha,what's happening?...

Satisfied with your reaction,Beelzebub lightly pressed your nipple with his fingertip.

Mc: (Ah,what's this?! He only touched me!)

The sweet stimulation made you nervous between your legs,and you found yourself biting and rubbing against Beelzebub's firm thighs against your will. Beelzebub noticed and chuckled.

Beelzebub: It looks like you have something to say!

He asked joyfully,with an expression of know-it-all.

Mc: Beelzebub...

You felt so embarrassed that you coudn't say it out loud.

[wolven91]

It's the Law

"But it's illegal!" Pointed out the canid, quickly checking over his shoulder, then the other one, ears twitching and nose shuffling.  A canid, even an adolescent like Olio. Max just grinned his mischievous grin. They all but adults and about to leave education behind to pick up jobs themselves, it felt like the end of an era.

Like if they didn't start breaking the rules now, they never would later. A childhood inside the ever-present metal hull of the GC station had been both of their 'worlds' for as long as they could walk. It was pretty hard to commit crimes outside of organised crime on these things thanks to the incredible control that the GC had over these artificial worlds.

"And? You always follow the law?" Asked Max, gently rocking himself in the hammock that had been tied up between two pipes. Olio and he were currently in their 'clubhouse'. What had started as a 'den' of sorts when they were actual kids had turned into a pretty damn good place to go hide when they wanted to be assured, they weren't being spied on.

No security strips could see into their space, but that didn't stop the canid from being paranoid. Max couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for Olio. His biology compelled him, instinctually, to follow instructions and seek authority. To be the authority, or at least it's arm.

"Yes!" The canid replied, worry etched on his features. Max merely reached out and gently held Olio's oversized head before bringing him in to rest his head on top of his stomach. The canid had grown rapidly as of late; he was already so big that they had to raise Max's hammock just so the canid could talk to him without being sat on the ground. It was a bit daunting to climb out on his own, but for the most part Olio just lifted Max in and out of the hammock as and when. 

"Bah. Time to break the law then." Max declared, shrugging happily, gently scratching his nails into the skull of the canid who's eyes rolled back and upwards, his eyelids dropping down.

Max couldn't help but chuckle at the tiny pink tongue tip that appeared at the very end of Olio's muzzle.

"Hnnn... but you can just give me permission?" Olio pointed out, cracking an eyelid, although the eyeball rolled around a moment before focusing on the lounging human. Max merely shook his head.

"No. You're gonna' break the law so you can say you did. Do it, without my permission." Max retorted, "You really want to go to basic without being able to say you've pulled at the lease at least once? You know you can't lie for shit." Max grinned down at the canid.

He wasn't going away forever, Christ, he was going to be coming home every night except when mandated to stay in the barracks. But the other canids were likely able to say they stole something, or smoked or drank something they weren't allowed to.

How many canids could say that they had gotten close enough to a human to touch them, without the guardian pulling their arm off?

Olio stood up, blinking away the dopamine of scratches and shook himself, the great canid mane ruffling in the enclosed space. Max always loved how it looked like a rockstar's hairdo. Olio would love metal music if Max could ever get his hands on some.

"Alright. I'm not asking permission." Declared Olio, Max raising a single eyebrow in response, but said nothing.

A giant clawed hand rose up and approached Max's head. It hovered for a moment, before the leather pads made contact with Max's head. They stood there, frozen for a moment before Olio found the confidence to curl his fingers slightly and scratch at Max's scalp.

The human had expected it to be clumsy and painful, even by accident, but Olio's care meant that he was purely focused on actually petting Max. Eventually, the canid's hand started to gently stroke Max's hair, going with the grain before the leather pads brushed down the side of his face, touching the beginnings of a scraggly beard, grown only by the pubescent.

Max had his eyes closed before flinching as a leather thumb pad stroked along his eyebrows.

"The hell?"

"I'm stroking your fur."

"Not my eyebrows you dork."

"It's fur, isn't it?"

"No!"

"What do you mean no?!"