#hold me and praise me!

[tsunderefemboy]

Need someone to pet my head and call me a good boy

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day 9: Praise Kink

Summary: You truly had meant no harm by your little plan, it was just to test a hunch: Lucifer loves praise. So, to possibly worm a blush or stutters out of the King of Hell, you concocted a week-long scheme that ended better than you anticipated.   Warnings: Praise kink, use of pet names, mommy kink, dry humping, mentions of cum, and masturbation. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @minkdelovely MY FRIEND, CHECK THEM OUTTTTTT!!

Lucifer Morningstar was the epitome of cool confidence, at least to most of his subjects. Yet, there was one person who could unravel that confidence with just a few words: his girlfriend. You loved the way he ruled the underworld with charm and charisma, but you also knew there was a softer side to him that he rarely showed after Lillith disappeared. 

You truly had meant no harm by your little plan, it was just to test a hunch: Lucifer loves praise. So in an effort to possibly worm a blush stutters out of the King of Hell, you concocted a week long scheme. 

Day One:

The week began on a typical morning, you sauntered into Lucifer’s lavish office, where he was reviewing some paperwork, brow furrowed in concentration. Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with a playful smirk. “You know, I don’t think I tell you this enough,” you said, voice lilting with mischief.

Lucifer looked up, intrigued. “What is it, my dear?”

With a grin, you continued, “You’re not just the King of Hell; you’re the most incredibly handsome demon in existence!”

He blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “Oh, really?” His usual smirk faltered, and a slight blush crept up his neck. “That’s… quite a compliment.”

You chuckled, enjoying his flustered reaction, test results coming in clean.

Day Two:

The next day, Lucifer had decided to take you out to dinner. As you both settled into the booth, you couldn’t resist. “You know, I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have the most charming demon as my boyfriend,” you said, eyes sparkling.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, leaning back with a mock air of arrogance. “Oh, is that so? What makes me so charming?”

You leaned in closer, voice low and teasing. “It’s not just your looks, though those are dangerously distracting. It’s your wit, your intelligence, and how you handle even the worst of demons with such grace. Honestly, it’s quite impressive.”

He coughed slightly, the compliment taking him off guard. “You’re laying it on thick, aren’t you?”

“Just trying to keep you grounded, my king,” you winked, watching as he fumbled with his napkin, clearly flustered.

Day Three:

On the third day, you had joined Lucifer in a meeting with his demon advisors. As he began to outline his plans, you decided it was the perfect moment to throw him off his game. Leaning over to whisper quietly in his ear, you spoke. “I don’t know how you manage to be so persuasive, but you could convince me to do anything right now.” 

Lucifer  blinked rapidly, clearly taken aback., face flushed as he fiddled with his mess of papers. “Uh, yes, well… I do have my talents,” he stammered, glancing at youwith an expression that was a mix of surprise and embarrassment. His advisors exchanged smirks, and you couldn’t help but suppress a laugh.

Day Four:

On the fourth day, your plan was going perfectly. Lucifer was a stammering blushing mess and you felt like you had done the great job of being a girlfriend to show him how great he was. Walking down the expansive hallways of the palace, you were minding your own business, thinking of all the devious ways to make your partner blush. As you came across Lucifer’s door, you paused hearing vague noises from inside. While the noises were by no means alarming, faint thuds of the bed frame could be heard. Eyes widening, you barreled into the room, expecting to find Lucifer being attacked since he was King or some horrible overlord was going to—

Instead, you came upon the sight of your boyfriend in a rather…comprimising position. All the while you were complimenting your boyfriend, thinking it was cute and sweet; Lucifer would leave your little meetings and dry hump his pillow till kingdome come. Whining and mumbling incohereny praises as if the pillow was your tight little cunt, as if he could drill into it and make you feel as good as your deserved. He had not noticed your presence, so focused on the memories of your sweet praises as he desparetly sought relief in the silk fabrics. 

Moving over to be next to the bed, you dragged a chair along with you; settling next to the king. With darkened eyes and finally seated, you grabbed Lucifer’s hand gently, breaking him from his trance. Eyes blown wide with embarrasment and lust, the startled king started to spit out apologies before you stopped him. 

“Why don’t you come over here and sit in my lap mhm? They don’t have things as pretty as you in the rest of Hell.” Lucifer, nodding obendiently, crawled over into your lap, cock still free and weeping pre-cum from the tip. Smirking as he settled on your thigh, you brushed a few strands of hair away from his sweaty face. Cooing, you couldn’t help what took over you. 

“Go on baby, you wanna feel good mhmm? Go ahead, help yourself…” Lucifer took his opportunity willingly, grinding in earnest on your thigh with small whimpers and lewd moans. 

“That’s it baby, you look so pretty for me. So good for me, mhmm? Such a good boy.” The moan that parted from his lips at that phrase was nothing short of pornographic. 

You lips move to his jaw, peppering kisses along the skin, teeth nipping at his jawline. He can feel his self-control slipping further with each passing second, how delicious the friction of your thighs were against his aching member. He's wanted this for so long, and now that he has it, he's not holding back. With each thrust and whispered praise from your sweet puffy lips, Lucifer could feel the peak of his release nearing. Speeding up, bucking his hips like a desperate whore into your legs, moaning and crying muffled sobs; you took one last little jab for your experiment. 

“Let go my king, will you be good for mommy?” 

The coil in his stomach snapped and Lucifer came all over your lap with a loud cry, his hands coming to grip your shoulders with a bruising force. Peering up at your with tear stricken eyes, lips formed in a small pout, Lucifer brought his hips to a halt; whinning at any overstimulating friction he recieved from the fabric of your clothing. Placing a soft kiss to his lips, you were met with eager lips and his tounge trying to get a taste of you. 

You were certaintly in for a long night, not that you minded. 

[justivik]

yandere! loser headcanons.

english isn't my first language.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser who is part of the photography club while you are part of a school sports club. He met you when his group went to the gym for a photo shoot of all the clubs.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser who thought you were gorgeous and got nervous when he had to sit next to you, while you held your sports ball and he nervously held his camera.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser that after your first meeting he couldn't stop thinking about you and started looking for you all over campus almost every break. He would see you playing with your classmates or talking to your friends and gosh... your smile is beautiful!

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser who started to have you as his muse in every photo shoot he did. His little crush on you turned into an intense obsession, he had to know more about you!

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser that recapitulated all the data he had about you, such as full name, social circle, family, address and house number or even collected the garbage you threw away to keep it in his special folder for you.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser he thought about approaching you but he didn't know how to hold a conversation, he barely had any friends at school and you were the team captain along with you being popular. He doesn't stand a chance with you!

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser that one day during the break between classes he was doing his history work until your presence invades his tranquility, your voice dominates his ears and your eyes manipulate his heart. You approached him to chat while waiting for your friends, you showed interest in his work and he was mesmerized.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser where after that conversation he started acting like a real creep

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser started following you everywhere, trying to have a conversation with you even when you were with someone else. You thought maybe he wanted to be your friend and you let him continue with these attitudes until the actions went from distance to physical contact.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser who held your hand, was jealous when you spent more time with other people, hugged you without asking and take pictures of you without you noticing. You were patient with him even when everyone told you to report him to the principal.

He's not a weird kid! Maybe his display of affection is like this!

He literally has a folder with 450 pictures of you.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser start to be more and more present in your personal life. You find him in your favorite coffee shop, in the park where you always go to relax or even in the supermarket.

“Y/N! Nice to see you here. I didn't know you were coming here too.”

“don't you live about 40 minutes away from my house and this supermarket?”

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser keeps watching you in your training sessions to the point that your coach has had to take him out because he was distracting your team with the sound of his camera.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser he's a good manipulator and blackmailer, he knows you feel bad about being rude to others or even excluding someone. you're so sweet! even he gets jealous when you are nice to someone else.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser He behaves desperately and may even have a panic attack when you are not by his side.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser that you have become so accustomed to his presence that you start calling him ''best friend'' (he thinks). You've let him into your room because your mother forced you to after he came to your house by surprise and introduced himself as ''a good friend coming over to make the history homework''.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser when you go to the bathroom, he steals some clothes and objects from your room to have it on his ''shrine''.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser has severe anger problems.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser always spamming you with messages, sending you audios and pictures of what he's doing.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser acts like a lost puppy by your side, following you around. He's pathetic and he knows it.

“I still can't believe how perfect you are!”

[konigsblog]

ghost putting a gun to the back of your head while you suck him off.

[lil-vibes]

im a firm believer that Narinder has rizz but its the kind where he casually says stuff that he perceives as something glaringly obvious and then if you look to the side Lambert is close to exploding

[lb-secret-shh]

🫣🫣

[stanpinesdykewife]

Are you still working on that angsty fic where the reader tells Stan he doesn't have a say in who they talk to or fuck? That little sneak peek alone had so much delicious drama, I'm so curious to know if you intend on finishing it.

YES yes i do! wow i can't believe you remember that!! yes, i plan on finishing it but my writer's block has been pretty heavy... but it means a lot that you asked!! i know i've been pretty bad at keeping my promises lately HAHA but since you asked and since i still can't tell you when i'll finish it, i'm happy to share a little more of that scene under the cut!!! hopefully this will help hold you over until i start churning out content again:

lady plumber WIP stan/reader (fem) pre/during/post-canon/unspecified angst and smut, 997 words (picking up from this snippet!)

“I'm not yours. I don't belong to you.” You catch the rest of your words in your throat. You don't want me. You don't want me.

For a few moments, Stan is speechless. He stares at you, his eyes searching your expression, his mouth opening and closing and opening again. You stand there, staring at each other, and the rest of the bar laughs and drinks and shifts around you.

Stan’s brown eyes shine in the dim lights, and he purses his lips. Darts his tongue out to wet them before opening them again, taking a breath in like he wants to say something. But you—fuck, you fucking hate that you’re doing this—your eyes flicker down to watch his tongue, and they stay there to watch the thin sheen of spit glistening beneath a pink spotlight. Your gaze lingers for a beat too long. When you look back up at Stan’s eyes, his brows are raised. Then he relaxes. His lips curl back into a crooked grin. You already know you’re fucked.

“Doin’ what?” Stan asks lowly, still looking at you. You finally look away, lowering your head to look at the back of your own hand, willing it to move. Stan’s hand comes up between your bodies, and he presses it against yours, and his touch is so gentle. His hand covers yours entirely. He flattens your palm against his chest. The hair there tickles the sensitive skin of your wrist. “Look at me, will ya?”

“I know you don’t,” Stan says cooly, like he’s approaching a spooked horse. The simile is apt, because when he takes a small step forward with his hands raised, you have half the mind to kick him in the head with all your strength before running away. But you’re frozen in place, like you’ve sunken six inches in mud and silt and your nice shoes are all fucked up but you’d do more damage trying to take them off. You don’t move as Stan comes closer, and closer, and your head is forced to tilt up to see his face.

“Stop,” you say, your voice sounding much too soft in the bustle of the bar. Your hand comes up, meant to dissuade him from coming any closer, but it doesn’t work. All it does is press your hand against Stan’s bare skin when he stands right in front of you, and your knees go weak at the warmth from his chest, the heat melting against your fingertips, all the way up your arm, warming you up from the inside out. You say, softer this time, “Stop doing that.”

You look up. Stan smiles down at you.

“Let’s talk this out,” he suggests, “somewhere more private.”

You fucking hate yourself.

You nod.

Twenty minutes later, Stan is pressing you facedown on your bed as he pounds into you from behind. He’s fucking you so well you can almost forget the shame boiling beneath your surface.

“Fuck, I missed you,” you whine, gripping the edge of the pillow. You're drooling into it, spit and moans and unholy little gasps falling out of your mouth and soaking the soft cotton. You don't care. Stan’s dick is so big in you, so deep, and the stretch feels so good. It's like your body's been waiting for him to come back, to make room for himself again. You repeat yourself, moaning into the pillow, “Missed you so fucking much.”

“Fuckin’—shit,” Stan curses, breathing heavily from behind you. He has a bruising grip on your waist, drawing you back every time he drives into your cunt. You don't expect an actual response from him, not really. So it's not your fault your heart skips when he says, “Missed you, too, babe. Missed this perfect cunt.”

“Yeah?” you ask, your breath catching in anticipation. Then Stan squeezes your waist, adjusts his grip slightly so his calloused fingertips are in that crook between your thigh and hip, and a low moan draws out of you. “You missed me?”

“Fuck—Yeah,” Stan grunts, fucking into you with fervor, and the swell of feeling in your chest makes you shudder, makes your face flush. “Missed the way you feel around me. So fuckin’ tight. And the way you sound when I…”

He trails off to thrust hard into you, forcing your body forward a few inches. Then he grinds, making you cry out, and one of his hands slips down underneath your hips to find your clit. He's so rough about it that you instinctively startle forward, but Stan just grabs you with his other hands and pulls your hips back to be flush against his. His fingers let up a little and you melt, moaning loud into the pillow, your hips rocking back, and forth, into his hand, back onto his dick, in your own perfect rhythm.

“Yeah. There it is,” Stan huffs behind you, a smile playing at his voice. But he sounds just as hazy and sex-drunk as you do, high with the incredible rush of breaking a dry spell for some good fucking sex.

(Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder if that's the best way to describe it. A tolerance break. A relapse. You wonder if you’re addicted to fucking this handsome man who's so much older than you, so much meaner to you than he has any right to be. You wonder if it's dangerous. If there’s any merit to that small part of you that insists on packing all your shit and changing your name and driving, alone, until your car breaks down in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, left with your inanimate belongings and a soreness in your chest and a cold, empty passenger seat.)

Then Stan says, “That's right. Moaning so pretty for me, sweetheart.” (And you decide you’re better off not thinking about it.)

[philsmeatylegss]

Yesterday, in NYC, a man lit a woman, who was sleeping in a subway car, on fire until she died. So the man arrested will be charged with terrorism as well as murder, correct? His attack was also threatening the lives of other homeless people (which it is assumed she was so). Surely he will also be charged with terrorism for scaring those people, right?

Or is it only terrorism when rich people are threatened?

Also, surely the fact the person who did this being an undocumented immigrant won’t be mentioned in every single news article about it, right? A woman was brutally murdered. Who gives a shit where the perpetrator is from, all we should care is that he is detained and punished.

Right?

We all agreed to this, right?

Or does race and immigration status only matter when a non-white and or undocumented immigrant commits a crime?

Same place, same police.

And I think we all know how differently this murder will be treated. And why.

[chandralia]

this cover feels otherworldly, it’s so real and warm and comforting like a promise. it’s them. it feels like something Hori has been wanting to draw for a long time :’) LOOK HOW FAR THEY’VE COME and we’ve gotten all of this even before their proper reunion I don’t think I’m prepared for how earth-shattering it’ll be

[bayetea]

reynabeth.......... in 2024?!?

♡ my daily pjo art tag ♡

[pixiestickie]

does someone want to talk about the implication of jamil being jealous of azul for getting all the attention and praise and wishing he was him that they randomly added in the manga despite it not even being needed?

[satanssquidgy]

Im genuinely sick of the disrespect towards yeosang by both fans and fucking kq themselves. What is it. Why do they hate him so much or disregard him i DONT GET IT. Yeosang is literally the sweetest most caring person in ateez and y'all treat him like fucking trash all the time and im sick of it i am SO sick of it please let the man breath. The way his smile dropped and those photos of him tearing up a but because his name wasn't called like fuck off kq what is wrong with this fucking company

[ratatatastic]

SASHA LUNDY CLUTCHING ONTO EACH OTHER FOR DEAR LIFE HELLO

THE INHERENT ROMANTICISM THAT IS IN BURYING YOUR FACE INTO EACH OTHER AND CRADLING ONE ANOTHER'S HEADS

CAN YOU HEAR MY WAILS?????? CAN YOU HEAR THEM AT HOW LUNDY IS SQUEEZING SASHAS WAIST??? HELLO?????

[avastyetwats]

Stede Bonnet seeking guidance/approval from Izzy Hands.

[vickyvicarious]

"Oh, Madam Mina," he said, "dear, dear Madam Mina, alas! that I of all who so reverence you should have said anything so forgetful. These stupid old lips of mine and this stupid old head do not deserve so; but you will forget it, will you not?" He bent low beside her as he spoke; she took his hand, and looking at him through her tears, said hoarsely:— "No, I shall not forget, for it is well that I remember; and with it I have so much in memory of you that is sweet, that I take it all together.

Love her for this.

[marictheirins]

i dont have time to explain why i dont have time to explain how much this series has meant to me since day one all the way back in 2014. here's to ten more years, guardians.