#lime & lemon

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[lovertm]

gummy sharks by doodletavern

[ruerock]

more of my strawberry shortcake magical kitties au!! part 2 here!

[j-jinxee]

ALASTOR NSFW HC'S

TYPE - Alastor x Reader

WARNINGS - mentions of restraint, period blood, oral, cannibalism, hair pulling, chains, and demons.

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- Let's start off by acknowledging the fact that Alastor is a literal cannibal.

- Finds his pleasure, in pleasuring you. Not one to enjoy receiving any sort of it, apart from the off times he's in full control over your actions.

- He most likely owns your soul, so for those off times where he does want his own raw pleasure, he will restrain you to your limit.

- Only a fan of head if he's giving it. He feels vulnerable and awkward if he's the one recieving. So for him, being able to taste your core while you're shaking above him and pulling at his hair, is the best pleasure he could receive.

- Being skilled with his tongue means making you cum atleast four times before he gets to his first climax. Obviously since he's not recieving any "real pleasure", it takes longer for his to reach him, all while you're just squeezing his head in between your thighs, screaming that it's too much.

- If you say something to piss him off while you're alone, you'll immediately be pulled to the ground by the chain 'round your neck.

"crawl"

- As you arrive in front of him, still on your knees, he'll hold your face with his right hand, the chain still held tightly in his left. His nails slightly dig into the side of your face, while slowly moving his thumb into your mouth, deeper, pushing your tongue down, deeper, deeper...

- Don't get me wrong, yes he's very animalistic, but he's also such a gentleman.

- An aftercare GOD, but that's a topic for another day.

- Definitely not fazed by period blood, he will have no issue with eating you out while you're bleeding. He actually enjoys it even more since he's a cannibal, the blood riles him up to the point he'd end up cumming before you.

- He's not one to moan or talk, but you can definitely hear his breath stuttering, and some slight deep groaning here and there.

- He'll only talk if others are listening, like when he's on the air. "Oh darling, let these filthy little sinners hear your desperate moans, I'm sure it'll make their day ~

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It's good to be back on the air! Cya, luv ya.

[sun-marie]

A moment, some point in late Act 2

(based off the Patch 4 notes mentioning we can now wash the dirt off our companions 💜)

[g-xix]

Where would the Chaos Crew give you hickeys?

feat: George Clarkey, Arthur TV, Cam Kirkham, ChrisMD, Arthur Hill, and Italian Bach

George Clarkey -veinophobes + ppl sensitive ab wrists may wanna skip this one -But hear me out on this one... G Clarkey just loves leaving hickeys on your inner wrist. -He'll be holding your hand, his fingers overlaying yours and enveloping your hand with his larger hand, practically blanketing it when he just trails his fingers down. His touch lingering and loving every fraction of flesh he came in contact with -He has your attention at this point, and you turn your head to look at him - eyes meeting and holding eye contact as his fingers coil around your wrist and hold it up so that he may press his lips to the back of your hand softly, ever so gently placing the most light of kisses as though you're delicate china just waiting to break, eye contact unyielding as his lips make contact with the back of your hand chivalrously -Then his fingers loosen and slide across your skin, fingers tracing and moving across the skin until they feel a soft beating meet his touch; your pulse. -Thumb pressing down and feeling your pulse - the beating of your heart - the flow of blood around your body that keeps you alive - he breaks eye contact to press his lips to the spot, soft kiss replacing his thumb before he forms a suction -still ever so gently - and leaves a hickey over your pulse point as reminder of his love for you and appreciation for having you within his life. -And you always wear your bracelets and watch on the other wrist. Only the rose quartz beaded bracelet and simple gold chain with your anniversary etched onto a small plate would sit on that wrist. Tightened to stay in place and sit on your wrist, on either side of the hickey that decorated the underside of your wrist - Clarkey's physical bracelet he'd imprint onto you and use to remind you of his love. 

Arthur Televisionnnn -Shoulders :] -He's such a lil hugger and cuddler, always has his arms around you whether he's tired, drunk, busy - it doesn't matter. -Just loves cuddling with you between his legs, resting back against his chest so that he can wrap his arms around your middle and rest his head against yours or pull you back and watch TikToks with you from your phone... -Sometimes from your fave cuddle position however, Arthur likes just resting his head against the crook of your neck and resting there for a bit... -And Arthur just loves laying down a hickey in that position sometimes -Idk, he just finds it comforting whilst your body is squished against him and he can't really move or do anything of his own, to just move his mouth or have something to do with his mouth -Sometimes, that something will just be filling his mouth with you, and just biting down on your flesh n muscle... And he never bites hard or with intention to hurt you - just lovingly sorta resting his mouth there and giving muffled "mhm" or "mnmm mnmm" responses to whatever short questions you'd give whilst he held you in his mouth. -And other than biting, Arthur does sometimes also put his mouth to use by pressing his tongue against your skin, sometimes licking you just to make you yelp an EW get off! but other times grazing his teeth over your skin and creating a little hickey on your shoulder. Maybe a few hickeys on that shoulder. Maybe he lays down loads of little hickeys on your shoulder until you realise he's going overboard and shrug him off, rotating yourself to lie against him and use him as a body pillow instead. -Good thing about those hickeys is that they're in quite a useful place, in the fact that it sorta looks like it could've been caused by a simple collision with a cupboard or something. Not that you have the height to do that, but we digress.  -Only becomes a nuisance when wearing something sleeveless - but even then you don't care, because secretly you're all ooey-gooey inside like a lava cake, knowing that those bruises were formed from the tender moments you spent in your boyfriend's arms whilst he hickeyed you up

ChrisMD -Lower back -Similar to how Arthur sorta relaxes with you between his legs - a common way you and Christopher will spend non-verbal time together, just enjoying each other's presence on that L-shaped sofa in the living room - is with you lying on your front scrolling your phone whilst Chris lies perpendicular to you - on top of your back. -Chris is also much like JJ in the fact that he's not really a massive fan of hickeying, but he finds it funny to leave them sometimes just because they annoy you. -pulls away from your skin giggling you you realise he's been leaving hickeys over the small of your back and you batter his head with a cushion -one thing Chris does is put his hand around your waist by sliding his hand across your back to the place just above your hips where his hand normally sits... -And hearing you let out a little noise at the feeling of his hand brushing over the tender skin where he's left bruises n hickeys always lowkey gives him a little kick + turns him on a bit

Arthur Hill -Jaw jaw jawline jaw -I feel like Arthur is such a kisser, especially after concerts - loves returning back to the hotel, collapsing onto the bed with you on top of him - bodies flush and lips moving synchronously against one anothers' -Fighting belts and zippers to undress one another completely ravenously  -Your head inches just slightly upwards, catching a breath of air whilst you can feel Arthur's fingers toying with your skirt - though his mouth is unrelenting and lands on your jaw as you move your head - his mouth latching and leaving a FAT hickey there, right over your pulse point  -Does feel bad the next day when you're struggling to disguise it though, especially when you complain about how difficult it is to put concealer over them when that skin is so sensitive -Then he soothes you and apologies with sweet, chaste kisses all over your face - kissing extra delicately over your jawline <3

Cam Kirkham -Ahhh lower stomach mannnnn -Guys. Cam Kirkham is just such a cutie like, he's 100% treating you so so so well in a relationship.... -And I imagine that his aftercare is just so top tier -Like, he's just spending time with you... He's put the show you're binging atm up on the telly, n he's resting his head on his lap whilst you're skimming your fingers through his hair and resting whilst enjoying the show... -And Cam just turns his head, laying down a few wet kisses against your skin, that bit exposed between the top of your shorts and bottom of your crop top... -It's such a sensitive spot too, like, imagine being tickling n feeling lips moving over that? You whine a bit n shuffle, mumbling at Cam about it being sensitive... -He just tells you to lie on down whilst he leaves some little markings on your lower stomach, below your belly button - sorta like his symbol of love n affection  -And ofc when it gets sensitive you wrap your legs around his body like a koala hugging a tree -And probs just fall asleep like that. Him falling asleep using your tummy or thighs to rest his head, you yourself falling asleep whilst your fingers are carded through his hair too.

Italian Bach -Oh this is without DOUBT a man that loves just getting all over your neck -Nipping and sucking over your neck until he finds your sweet spot  -And ugh he's so tall like is he six foot or more? Idgaf, imagine him sat down - legs manspread out whilst you're sat on his lap, back arched and leaning into his touch whilst he is attacking your neck RAVENOUSLY - leaning down to have his lips absolutely flush with your collarbone n neck, eyelashes brushing over n almost tickling your skin whilst he avidly moves his mouth over your flesh -Ends it off with a passionate make-out session, too - detaching from your neck and smashing your lips together to share the most sloppy n zealous open-mouthed kiss -Will hold you proudly against his side the next day too, just so proud of his work on your neck n markings of what he's done to you  -Smug lil smile with his arm around your shoulders, that smile spreading into a grin if he notices anyones' eyes flicker down and look at the almost brutal markings on your neck for just too long

That's the last hickey fic before we move into KINKTOBER 😈😈😈

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lemon lime lemon lime lemon lime lemon lime lemon lime lemon lime lemon lime lemon lime lemon lime lemon lime lemon lime lemon leeemojnlimeme

[felixisstimming]

citrus themed stimboard!

🍊 with stims of -> citrus trees and fruits

🍋 requested by -> @foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland

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[pinkcdraws]

OG citrus squad ily

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[chasingrainbowsforever]

~ Yellow and Green ~

[backup-papersnstuff]

In 2024 I felt into those three ships until I realise it's the same ship.

Just with different aftertaste. Like citruses.

[lovertm]

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[littlethingsmart]

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[j-jinxee]

Ooo can you write about about how Alastor would use restraints, he’d defo get turned on by how helpless reader would look when they’ve got a chain wrapped around them, with his need for control.

PRISONER ☆

TYPE - Alastor x Reader

WARNINGS - restraints/being tied up, semi public sorta?, ownership, swearing, oral receiving, humiliation.

authors note - tysm for requesting!! especially for Alastor hehehe, hope u like ittt >:)

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That night came back to you every time you got pulled down by that fuckers chain. The most regrettable night of your life, you were so far gone you really thought he'd help you. Making any deal while you were drunk was a bad idea, but making a deal with the radio demon?? Even worse. He's made you do sickening things for him in the past, all things you never would've done if your soul wasn't on the line; but nothing that made your stomach turn quite like this one.

You made the mistake of confronting him right before he went on the air. That pissed him off enough, and thought you needed a reminder of who you belonged to. Hence why you're tied up in his radio tower, chain around your neck, and screaming his name for all of Hell to hear.

Alastor made you crawl up to his radio tower, him holding the chain, then tied you up with dark sorcery, and clicked "start broadcast".

"Hello my dear viewers! Hope you're having a grand evening. Today will be a little different to my usual style of broadcast, but I trust you'll enjoy it nonetheless" His voice turned scratchy and demonic towards the end, making you nervous for what was to come.

The only luminance in the tower was the faint glow of the red sky, and the shine of Alastor's eyes. You had no idea how many people were listening right now, or what was even going to happen, you just hoped no one could tell it was you.

You swore you could smell his arousal. It was rare, but you could tell he liked seeing you chained up. He never expressed any romantic feelings towards you, only savage, animalistic needs to over-power you. You let him have his way, since there was nothing you could do about it, but this? This was a little past your limit.

Your hands were behind your back, legs bent, and whole body hoisted up. You had no clue what happened to your clothes, they vanished off your body when the ropse appeard around you. Your neck was angled slightly up from the floor, enough to see a little out the window, but not enough to hurt. That's when you felt him.

You gasped abruptly as you felt his hot tongue on your clit, "Ah!" It took you by surprise - to say the least. You obviously wanted to hold back your moans in order to keep some dignity... but, holy fuck he was good.

It was like being chained up increased the pleasure, you swore it'd never felt this good before. His tongue made you squirm, but squirming hurt, especially when you held back. You thought you may aswell give him what he wants instead of agitating him even more.

"Mmm- Fuck! Alastor please"

"Please what my dear?"

You didn't even know what you were asking for, you wanted to say please stop, but you knew you couldn't, it felt too good.

"Pl- Ah! Please don't stop!"

Yeah real good fucken choice, beg him to keep going and see where that'll get ya.

The next thing you felt was his tongue diving deep into your core, fuck. You knew he'd be skilled, but this was on a completely different level.

"Ohhh, fuck! I'm- I'm gonna cum, ah!"

Your legs attempted to collide, obviously being held back by the rope. As Alastor felt your thighs start to shake, he only increased his pace, sending you over the edge. The coil in your stomach finally snapped, sending shivers throughout your whole body as you screamed Alastor's name for all of Hell to hear. Even if they weren't listening to the broadcast, they might’ve still heard you.

Your vision was blurry, your face was hot, and currents of pleasure still shot through your core like electricity. Alastor got up and made his way to the control panel, "I hope this is to your liking dear listeners! Because we're just getting started"

...you've gotta be fucking kidding.

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Rlly rlly hoping u like thisss 🤞🏻 I think it's aight, I just love writing for Alastor tbh hehe. Cheers x

[hana-no-seiiki]

Hairpin | Popped

YAN DELINQUENT OC x READER

Mori didn’t like salons or barbershops. He didn’t like it when people touched his hair or any part of his body for that matter. Despite his harsh looks and demeanor he had quite the fragile personal bubble. As such, his hair was kept a bit long throughout his life, only getting minor trims when his father doubled down and forced him to man up and take it.

He was used to snapping at people if they ever went too close, beating up those who thought they’d survive a brush with him.

And then came you, nonchalantly putting a hairpin on his head. As if he hadn’t singlehandedly sent a dozen students to the hospital just this morning. You, who suddenly stepped into his personal space like it was nothing, making a speech about him having to thank you for helping with his awful, smelly hair.

He didn’t like you. Maybe even hated you. Who were you to touch him like that? Hold his head so gently despite your cutting words.

And why couldn’t he stop thinking about you? Thoughts of rebellion and sticking it to the authorities were soon replaced by your scowl. Your soft hands. The mix of your bitter personality and sweet countenance.

Ah, and your hairpin.

Right. You must have worn this before. Used it on your own hair as you’ve done his. Held it, run it along your locks, cover it with your bodily oils.

He couldn’t help it. His tongue just started roaming the metal accessory. Desperate for a taste of you, a semblance of the feeling he got through your encounter. His hands subconsciously moved over his crotch, palming over his boxers.

He could think of another thing of his you could pop.

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