#i'm still a simp

[the-forgotten-narrator]

getting used to drawing him

[herbarimoon]

Sparkle-eyed squad

[octospiders]

I'm about to watch the new ep I promise but I just had an encounter so baffling that I had to make this

[slumpsnail]

I finally drew Kar'niss as a gift for a dear friend!

[bluewolfangel01]

Happy Birthday Lucifer!!!

Edit: ai disturbance overlay added

[nameismizuki]

took a short break from commissions, and did some sketches of dark link cuz i miss drawing him 🛐

[hualianschild]

love how instead of accepting he liked kissing hua cheng he blames his teacher for not teaching him how to not be tempted by men 💀

[dumplingsfordays]

the phone call

pairing - Megumi x fem!reader

genre - smut

summary - you call Megumi one night in hopes of changing your relationship from being best friends to lovers and it ends very unexpectedly.

cw!: nsfw (sexual themes), mutual masturbation, pet names (sweetheart, baby), bffs to lovers, reader has female genitalia, swearing, timeskip to all characters 18+, one (1) mention of voyeurism + hair pulling + tummy bulge

note - back (sorta?) from my hiatus but I won't post content as frequently. sorry to all you beautiful people who submitted asks 😭😭 I'll make sure to do those fics asap b/c y'all are honestly lovely and overall really respectful and I appreciate it! thank you sm for being patient w/ little old me <33

art credit!

and as always, thank you for reading :))

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Quiet sighs escaped Megumi's lips in tandem with the soft breeze outside, whistling against the glass windowpanes. Moonlight drifted across his fair cheek like a silvery veil, making his pale skin glow slightly, and his long eyelashes, a trait that wasn't his favorite but one that almost every girl constantly pointed out with jealousy, fluttered when they met the edge of the light. And then, in the peaceful summer night-

Bzzt. Bzzt.

The raven-haired man sat up in his bed with sudden urgency, hand moving quickly to his phone on the nightstand and picking up.

"Hey, 'Mimi," your sleepy, half-awake voice came from the speaker. "Sorry to bother you but it's kinda important."

Upon hearing your voice, he relaxes - he lays back down and stares at the blank, white ceiling. "Yeah?"

"Uhm, I just wanted to talk to you about something..."

God, your sleep-laced voice was so gentle, sweet, alluring, even. He couldn't help but sneak a hand towards his abdomen to lay it on his stomach.

"Hey, 'Mimi, you there?" You ask all of a sudden.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm listening, don't worry."

You must be at your desk working, then, he thought, since you're up this late. Wait, no -- he heard the shuffling of bedsheets or something similar a moment ago. That was you, right? Were you also in bed? Did you also have the ghost of a smile dancing on your lips? Was your hand also laid down on your abdomen? Was it slowly creeping further and further down, until-

He shakes his head, rousing himself from his thoughts.

God, Megumi, what the hell are you thinking? They're your best friend, nobody thinks about their best friend getting off!

...Well, something about that scene was... arousing, almost, to him. The mere thought of you, laying on silk bedsheets and rubbing your clit to his voice, sent a shiver up his spine and he snaked his hand under his boxers. Well, guess he was doing this.

"So, um..." you continued, sighing, "I was thinking. I know that it's probably too late into the night to even be discussing this, but..."

"Yeah?"

He lets out a small grunt afterwards as his fingers come into contact with the sensitive skin of the tip of his semi-erect length.

"...are you okay, 'Mimi? Are you working out or something?"

"Ah, no, I'm just..."

Just, you know, casually touching myself to the sound of your voice. Nothing wrong with that at all. There's definitely nothing wrong with jacking off to your best friend's voice.

"Just, um. Moving my, uh..." His eyes glance around the room and lock onto the bedside table. "My table."

There's a small lilt to your voice as you laugh softly and clear your throat before speaking, and Megumi swears that he just got lightheaded from the rush of blood to his nether region.

"Okay... I was just thinking about, well... this. Our friendship."

He tries not to sound too strained and breathy when he replies, starting to slowly move his fist up and down his leaking cock. "What about it?"

"Well, I think that, um.. you're a really nice person. And I really like you. And recently, I was thinking about what it would be like if we, um..."

You pause, biting your lip. Should you really finish your sentence? What if he takes it the wrong way?

"You can say it. I won't judge, y/n."

"Thank you..." you laugh briefly and breathlessly, fidgeting with the skin on your torso. His words were innocent, but it was the tone in which he was speaking that made your thighs twitch slightly and your mouth dry up. Christ, Megumi always made you feel things that you knew you shouldn't be feeling towards a friend who probably only liked you as one. "I, well... I was thinking that it would be nice if we hung out at some point. Maybe, like... go out on a date, or something... I understand if you don't like me in that way, or if you're too sleepy to decide yet, but I just wanted to put that out there..."

His eyes widen a bit as he hears the word "date", and he subconsciously tightens his grip around himself, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. So you were interested in him, too.

"I'd... I'd love to."

He forces down a quiet groan as he hears the pitch of your voice rise slightly in excitement. Unbeknownst to him, your hand slides down your lower abdomen, gliding across your upper thigh.

"R-really? You're not kidding or anything, right? I mean, like... please don't worry about making me feel good about myself or anything, just..."

You hear him laugh softly on the other end, which makes that spot between your legs throb even more intensely.

"Of course," Megumi replies, trying to sound as put-together as he can. "I won't lie to you about stuff like that."

Smiling, you sigh in relief and your hand comes into contact with your inner thigh. After a brief pause, he speaks up again, his voice a little deeper.

"So.. anything fun happen recently in your life? Any new books you've read, or interesting gossip you've heard?"

Your head tilts to the side as a scenario pops into your head at his words. Him, laying next to you, whispering into your ear as his fingers caress your--

"Nope..." you laugh, a little shakily due to the intrusive thought. "But there was this one thi--"

He makes a quiet noise of pleasure and you choke, your fingers finally touching your slick cunny and rubbing it gently.

"...M-Mimi, did you... are you...?"

"Christ, I'm sorry, I-- fuck. I'm sorry, y/n, I didn't-- God, I..." he sighs, regret clear in his tone as he apologizes. "You probably think I'm some creep or something now. Feel free to cancel the date, I don't deserve it anyway after all this."

You swallow and you feel your face redden in embarrassment before answering, whispering.

"Actually, I... I, um, I'm not mad. I-I'm doing the same."

"What?"

His reply is instantaneous, his voice a mix of nervousness, shock, surprise, with the undeniable tinge of arousal. You were going to be the death of him someday.

"I-I'm doing the same. I know it's weird, I..." you trail off, sighing. "I'm sorry too."

"Can we..."

Megumi's trembling all over now, his cock unfathomably hard and standing up at attention in his fist, which begins to pump up and down a little more rapidly. You can hear it very faintly from your phone and you practically gush at the sound.

"...can we, um... keep doing this? And talking? I just... I think that since you're interested in me and I in you, we can satisfy our urges, I guess..."

"Please," you shiver, voice getting softer and more desperate as he talks.

"Fu-uck..." he groans out, biting his lip and looking down at himself. He decides to finally remove his boxers and strokes himself under the blanket, leaning into his phone's microphone as he pants softly.

You, in your own bed, whimper at the expletive -- you knew his voice was attractive, but this? Him swearing, and in that rough yet pleading tone, too, made you unimaginably wet.

"Can you... can you describe it? Please?" you choke out, toes curling as your fingers press against your clit slightly.

You hear him groan at your words again before he replies.

"I-It's standing up real tall 'n warm, sweetheart... it's fucking throbbing, all for you... God, I just wanna bend you over and... shit... just shove my cock into your tight pussy..."

You moan quietly as you imagine the absolute filth of the scenario, how deep his thick cock'll reach inside you... he'll probably be thrusting into you so hard that people on the street will hear the rhythmic slaps of skin on skin from the window of your bedroom all the way up on the fifth floor. And, oh, God, what if he grabs your hair and pulls on it, twisting your back and pulling his face closer to yours to meet you in an intense kiss, teeth clacking and tongues intertwining in this passionate dance for control?

"You're gonna feel so good around me, baby... maybe clench as I play with your clit and press my hand to your stomach to feel that little dent of my cock... you're gonna feel so fucking warm and wet around me..." Megumi groans loudly as his hand does a particularly satisfying stroke around his length, smearing slightly sticky precum in his fist. "Christ, I can already imagine it... I'm so fucking close..."

"Me too," you cry out, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive skin and thighs quivering from the electrifying pleasure. "I'll feel so good, 'Mimi, so full..."

His fist travels up to his tip, continuing the up-and-down motion as he moans shakily. "y/n-- I-I'm gonna-- fuck, think I'm gonna come--"

You whimper in reply, toes curling and forearm flexing. At long last, that wave of heat crashes down on you both, him groaning shamelessly as thick cum spurts from the red tip and onto his fist, and you gasping for air, moaning as you reach your respective peaks. Your body trembles as you're thrown around mercilessly by your orgasm and he can tell very clearly by your voice -- it's high-pitched, desperate, and borderline wanton.

As you both calm down from your highs, the movements of your hands and arms gradually slowing down, you giggle breathlessly.

"This was... ah, certainly something..."

You hear his voice, deep and comforting as he chuckles, through your phone speaker.

"Indeed it was."

"...But we're still going on that date, right?"

Megumi laughs. "Obviously."

[didderd]

did some pose practice recently n these r the best of the doodles from those :3

(found the refs on pinterest. second one didn't have a link to the artist sadly, but the first one was screenshotted from @/notaquesart on tiktok)

[harmonysanreads]

If you told a genshin player back in 2020/2021 that this would one day be possible, they'd call you crazy.

[nosostros]

crying in da club, he's such a simp

[kazutora-kurokawa]

I'm just going to ask this... vampire!rindou x vampire slayer!reader? an encounter that ends with the two of them fucking? 😋

Vampire!Rindou x Vampire Slayer!Reader

♡ NSFW, fem reader, breaking and entering, reader is lowkey strong asf, biting + bloodsucking, rough sex, unprotected sex+creampie ♡

note: thanks for requesting love 🩷 sorry it's so late

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Rindou was having a peaceful night in, relaxing in his room and messing around with the DJ table Ran had brought him, when he heard a loud crash. He didn't think much of it though, assuming that it was Ran coming home wasted or making a mess in the kitchen. However, he quickly became aware of your presence when you kicked his bedroom door in, knocking it off the hinges.

He jumped out of bed, ready to defend himself before he caught a glimpse of your face. Even though it was partially covered by a mask, he could just tell that you were the prettiest woman he's ever seen in his life. He went from on defense to pure simp, you could've stepped on him and he wouldn't have cared. You can tell he let his guard down and immediately get suspicious, thinking that he's planning on attacking you.

Yet the way he's looking at your body makes it obvious that he has other intentions, and for once in your career, you might just have to make an exception and fuck your target. He looked as if he wanted to absolutely devour you, the desire evident in his eyes as he pounced on you, pinning you on the floor. He bit down harshly on your neck, sucking your blood and biting harder when he felt your nails digging into his back. His hands fumbled with your clothes, purposely groping you in the process.

As soon as he had you undressed, he was all over you. His hands exploring every inch of your body as he listened to the sweet noises that came from your mouth. He stuck his face back into the crook of your neck, nipping at your soft skin and licking the bite marks he left behind. He undid his pants, pressing his tip against your cunt before burying himself inside you. Rindou was immortal, but he'd be damned if your pussy didn't feel like he died and went to heaven.

The way you squeezed him so tightly, taking everything he gave you with a blissed out look on your face, it drove him off the deep end. His thrusts became rougher, his cock hitting every inch of your walls as he felt you gushing around him. He bit down hard on your shoulder as he came inside you, filling you up. He could tell you were just as spent as he was, so using the little bit of strength he had left, he stood up from the floor and carried you to his bed. Obviously he'd have to explain the mess he assumed was in the living room from you breaking in..and his broken door..and you, a literal vampire hunter, being in his bed to Ran the next morning. But for now he was content with laying next to you, gently lapping at the marks on your neck as he fell asleep.

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[ghostcupdraws]

Blissful silence (he’s taking a yapping break)

[morebird]

[thus-spoke-lo]

cw: nsfw/18+. afab!reader. vaginal fingering. masturbation (m + f). doffy-typical condescension. wc: 980

Doflamingo arranges you on the immense bed like his pretty little fuckdoll, pulls down the silken sheets and props you against the copious pillows, instructing you to touch yourself for him—he’s had a long day, and he wants his darling to give him a nice show. He undresses as he steps away, unbuttoning his shirt with an unhurried pace, letting the crisp, white fabric slide down his sinewy forearms before it flutters to the floor. He cocks his head and watches your fascinated expression as he teasingly pulls his trousers down over his hips, letting your eyes follow the v-shape carved into his lower abdomen and the trail of blonde hair leading down to his half-hard cock, already leaking for you. He hungers for the way your eyes light up at the sight of him—he requested a show from you, but he secretly relishes putting on one for you, too.

He pulls up a chair at the end of the bed and languidly strokes himself hard as he observes you; it’s charming, he thinks, how coy you are as you start, that no matter how many times you perform for him, there’s always a hint of bashfulness in your actions, as though you’re doing it all for the first time. He throbs as you take your time, avoiding his glances and running hesitant hands over your nude form, stifling moans until they’re only little sighs, tentatively circling your middle finger over your clit as though you’re unsure of what he wants, even though you know his desires as thoroughly as your own. He throbs in his palm and inhales sharply through his teeth as you finally slide two fingers inside your pretty cunt and pump them in an out, your knuckles beginning to glisten from your slick.

It’s such a shame, Doflamingo contemplates as he runs his thumb over the head of his aching cock, spreading his precum over the tip—no matter how you keen and sigh as you pleasure yourself, he knows that your hands are no match for what he can do to you. You can’t fill yourself the way his cock can, heavy and thick, stretching your walls until tears run down your puffy cheeks and you whine that it’s too big, right before you beg him to fill you more. You can’t reach the depths that his long fingers can, can’t quite stroke that spot inside you—the one that makes your legs quiver and your teeth clench—the way that he does. No matter how well you know your body, he knows it better, and no matter how successfully you can make yourself tremble and spasm on your own, he can do it even more brilliantly—he can make you keen, make you sob, make you grip the sheets until your fingers dig into your palms and your breath hitches in your throat until his name leaves your lips like a hymn. And why, when he can easily aid you in reaching heaven, would a generous god like himself allow his devotee to suffer?

“Pathetic,” he murmurs under his breath as he stands from his chair, his palm still running over his length as he approaches you and sits down on the bed. Your eyes open at the mattress shifting underneath you, and Doflamingo knows that look, can interpret that glimmer in your teary eyes—the one that admits your weaknesses and your shortfalls, that says you need him more than you’ve ever needed anyone. But a look isn’t enough—he needs to hear it.

“Do you want help, little bird?” he asks, words saturated with condescension. He places his hand on the side of your face, stroking your cheek as if to reassure you that it was all okay—it was okay to need him, to admit that you could never give yourself the gifts that he could.

He sees the hesitation, the way your lips press together and your brow furrows—you’ll beg him with a glance, but forcing you to admit your sins was another matter, and your reluctance makes his pulsing cock ache even more exquisitely for you. You finally nod and turn your body towards him, stilling your hand as you pout, “Please?”

“I really have to do everything for you, don’t I?” Doflamingo sighs, a halfhearted effort to hide his delight, but his elation is unmistakable as a lascivious grin stretches across his face.

A chuckle that turns into a low groan rumbles in his chest and he pushes your legs apart, grasping your wrist and slowly pulling your fingers out of your dripping cunt. He raises your hand to his mouth, lavishing your fingers with his tongue, savoring the taste of your juices—you taste like desperation, and want, and a heated need to be blessed by your merciful god. He lowers his hand to the apex of your thighs, to that temple of divinity that even he cannot resist, and slides his middle and ring fingers inside you, teasing you with a few shallow thrusts as you writhe on the mattress, adding his index finger to fill you the way you crave.

“Aww, now that’s better, isn’t it?” he coos as you clench around his fingers, and he feels a deluge of your slick coating his hand. You don’t answer him, too busy bucking your hips into his touch, your head pressing back into the pillows as his name pushes its way out of your lungs. But it’s perfectly alright that you’re stricken wordless under his hand: the way you cry out for him as he curls his fingers upwards and strokes your walls, the way your back arches as he presses into you and your thighs tighten around his forearm, the way your greedy little cunt flutters and spasms as he easily pushes you over the edge—that will be the only answer he ever needs.

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

the ultimate babygirl /silly /goofy, even

the guy the man ever y'all<3333