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[blossominghunnie]

𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

Pairing: Anton x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, headcannons + imagines

Warning: None

Request: Yes

Notes: It took me so so long but here it is, hope you like it anon and ty for requesting. :)

• He would be the type to shyly initiate affection.

You were preparing dinner, a simple but tasty sandwich, one for you and one for your boyfriend, when you feel a pair of arms wrapping around your waist.

You smiled and turned your head to look at the redhead.

“Hi.” He said softly, with red cheeks.

“Hi, my love.” You kissed his cheek and smiled.

He blushed deeper and hold you closer, hiding his head on your neck. Making you giggle and ruffle his hair.

• Always has an arm wrapped around you, no matter the situation.

• When he’s tired or has a rough day, he would cuddle you.

You were reading a book on your iPad, sitting on the coach when you heard the front door open and close.

“Hi, baby.” You spoke when Anton’s footsteps were approaching.

“Hi, honey.” He replied and threw himself next to you, placing his head on your lap, cuddling closer to your stomach.

“Rough day at work?” You asked as you closed your device and play with his hair.

“Yeah.” He replied softly.

You kept playing with his hair while he pulled you closer by the waist.

• When you’re in public, he’s always holding your pinky.

• Shy smiles from across the room

You were attending one of the many end of the year awards with your group. You were a huge multistan so you loved seeing everyone’s performances.

All through the night, you kept stealing glances at Anton and smiling shyly, him doing the same. No one but your groups knew of the two of you dating, so in order to avoid scandals, you had to be careful.

He loved seeing you happy and excited, he thought you were so cute and looked too pretty.

Because of that he had a huge smile all night, making fans wonder what had him acting like that.

• Clingy as hell at night, he can’t sleep without holding you.

• He always knows what you’re thinking and how you’re feeling just by looking at your expressions.

You were at the after party of the AAA where only idols and actors were allowed. You were talking to some of your friends when an actor, a little bit older than you, came to your group and started talking to you, specifically flirting.

Anton was laughing at something Sohee said, not that far away from his girlfriend. He turned to look at you and saw the scene. By the look on your face, you were uncomfortable, he could tell by your body language and your smile.

“I’ll be right back.” He told his friends and strutted towards you.

He bowed when your friends noticed him and came a little bit closer to talk to you.

“Hi Y/n, can I speak to you for a moment? It’s pretty urgent.” He asked softly ignoring the guy.

“Yeah, sure Anton.” You smiled at him gratefully. “I’ll be right back.” You told the tall male who looked quite annoyed that you were getting stolen like that.

You walked away to a less crowded spot.

“Thank you, babe.” You spoke and took his hand. “You’re my hero.”

He blushed. “No problem, sweetie.”

• Loves giving you kisses on the nose.

• Blushes furiously every time his friends tease him about you.

• He’s down so bad it’s adorable.

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[misc-obeyme]

Ah, you want lucifer sub? I have another idea for you then! Feel free to ignore if you had enough nsfw drabbles tho lol Theres a card in NB where lucifer tries to force mc a truth apple or whatchamacallit to see who mc really is, but Beel ended up eating it instead. Anyway in p4 he tries to earn mc's forgiveness by going to the castle for barb's cooking. What if then, at the table, mc remembers that in the og timeline, lucifer and mc constantly played with shibari on each other? Hmm... So then, that's his punishment. Early Avatar of Pride, getting tied up in his own room. Blindfolded Anyway, hope you like the idea. 🍄 Love you CC

Augh, 🍄 anon, shibari is like one of my favorite things ever. It just looks so pretty!?!? And Lucifer is also very pretty????

Yes, I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. I do have that card and remembered this particular Devilgram. It had an excellent line from Barb that I took the time to screenshot and then forgot about until much later. Something about having cake, I don't remember exactly. It's in my posts somewhere lol.

Anyway! Sub!Lucifer is everything to me, so here he is. I like the idea of NB Lucifer specifically not understanding why he trusts MC. He even says in the Devilgram something about how there was a connection between them the moment MC showed up. But this is a minor detail, I just find it interesting.

GN!MC x Lucifer

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: sub!Lucifer, dom!MC, shibari, blindfold, praise, hand job

Lucifer held himself incredibly still. He would not squirm. He would not give you the satisfaction.

It was difficult. He wanted to give in already.

You had spent quite some time carefully tying the black and red ropes around his body. Securing knots, ensuring they were tight but not too tight. Perhaps he should have been anxious as you brought his hands behind his back and tied them in place. Perhaps he should have been concerned when you tied the blindfold over his eyes. Perhaps he should have been worried about how vulnerable he was allowing himself to be with you.

And perhaps he was all of those things. But the fire it ignited in his belly was too powerful to ignore. The thrill of your touch, the way his skin tingled any time you brushed your fingers against it. Knowing that you were seeing him completely exposed, that he was entirely at your mercy, that you were in control of him in a way no one else has ever been.

The ropes rubbed against him, an uncomfortably pleasing sensation. The blindfold was his own tie, which you had utilized for this purpose and its soft silkiness was an exciting contrast to the harsher feeling of the ropes.

When you were finished, you moved away and left him there.

Lucifer was kneeling on his own bed, tied up and blindfolded, waiting for you to touch him again.

He couldn't see himself, but he could imagine the sight. You seemed to already know the intricacies of shibari. The pattern was elegant and complex - turning him into a sensual work of art.

Lucifer waited. He could be patient. He refused to let you see just how affected he was. He couldn't do anything about his obvious erection, which was straining. But he would keep the rest of himself as composed as possible.

"So," you said and your voice was close. "Are you sorry for trying to get me to eat that apple?"

Lucifer hesitated. "I've let you tie me up and blindfold me, haven't I? Is that not proof enough?"

"I won't make you say it," you said. "I could see it in your eyes as I was tying you up. You trust me, don't you? Despite being suspicious of who I am and what my motives might be, you still trust me."

Lucifer frowned. "I don't-"

You pressed a finger to his lips. "You don't need to lie about it. You can trust me, Lucifer. I promise."

Lucifer was about to disagree with you, but whatever he might have said left his mind immediately as you took his cock in your hand. He sucked in a breath. Your hand felt soft, slightly damp with your sweat, which soon mingled with his precum.

Lucifer's resolve not to squirm crumbled. He couldn't hold perfectly still now, his hips moving involuntarily to thrust into your hand. He bit his lip, determined at least not to moan.

"Don't do that," you said, putting your thumb on his lower lip and pulling it gently out of his teeth. "Let me hear you."

Lucifer felt his skin grow hot as the moan he'd been trying to hold back escaped him. As soon as it did, it was as though a dam had broken and he couldn't stop making noise.

"Ah," he cried. "MC, please, ah!"

"Good boy," you said sweetly. "Now come for me."

Lucifer immediately came all over your hand, a strangled cry ripping itself from his throat as he did. Lucifer was panting, his body's muscles relaxing, but he was still tied up so stiffly, he couldn't go anywhere. You allowed him to lean on you long enough to catch his breath.

Lucifer quickly learned that he was far from done with his apology and it was much later into the night before you were willing to forgive him.

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[fluentmoviequoter]

Speak Up

Requested Here!

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x shy!fem!reader

Summary: Your shyness makes it hard to speak up for yourself. Your boyfriend Deacon makes it easy.

Warnings: angst?, reader is belittled and harassed, fluff and comfort!

Word Count: 1.7k+ words

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Deacon Kay is unlike any other boyfriend you’ve ever had. Though you are used to disappointment and broken relationships, many of which you blame on your shyness, you know that what you have with Deacon is different. Your relationship is fairly new, you’ve been together less than a year, yet you survived the honeymoon phase and the weeks that followed. Perhaps the most incredible part of Deacon and the relationship you’re building with him is how he treats you. From the beginning, Deacon acknowledged your shyness but has never abused it or treated it as a flaw. He supports you, talks for you when you struggle, and has never shamed you for being shy or falling into quiet moments.

As you move around your home, getting ready to meet Deacon, you realize that Deacon doesn’t know the full extent of your shyness. He knows that you have trouble talking to strangers and look away when he compliments you to hide your warming cheeks. The other part, the one that leads you to be quiet because you know people won’t listen even if you did speak, the one that drives you to watch videos on how to stand up for yourself, is the side that Deacon hasn’t seen. Your phone buzzes and you forget about your struggles being shy as you see Deacon’s name appear on the screen.

You smile at his text, a simple message that he’s looking forward to seeing you. Once you’re ready, you slide your phone into your bag and exit your home. Deacon often runs late for dates, but you don’t mind waiting for him. You’d wait forever for a man like Deacon.

At the restaurant, you linger by the door for a moment. There was no sign of Deacon’s car in the parking lot, but it’s so busy tonight that you wouldn’t be able to see him even if he was here. You consider asking the hostess if Deacon’s here yet, but there’s a crowd around her stand.

“Are you in line?” someone asks behind you.

“No, sorry,” you answer softly as you step out of the way.

“What was that?” the woman asks.

You shake your head this time, and she laughs in your face. There’s nothing to say in response to that, nothing you want to say at least, but when she turns and calls her friends over, your eyes drop to the floor.

“Aw, she can’t even talk,” one of her friends says over their laughter.

“Did you get stood up, honey?” the first woman adds. “I can see why.”

With your eyes on the floor and your bottom lip pinched between your teeth, you don’t see Deacon walk in. You also don’t see him stop to watch the high-school-level bullying you’re facing just for being quiet. He wonders how often you deal with this; how many people have treated you like a doormat that can’t argue rather than the amazing, beautiful woman you are.

“Hey,” Deacon says as he walks to your side.

You close your eyes and sigh in relief when his arm circles your shoulders. However, you tense when you realize what he just witnessed.

“Go back to your table and harass each other,” Deacon tells the woman.

“We were just having a little fun, handsome,” she argues.

“I’m not.”

She rolls her eyes and leads her friends away, whispering about you even as they leave. You want to take Deacon’s hand and thank him, but he steps back before you can.

“Come on,” he urges kindly.

You allow him to take your hand and follow Deacon to your table. Rather than sit across from him, you slide into the same side of the booth and look toward Deacon. He smiles at you, his eyes nothing but caring and loving. Nothing like the judgemental look of the women earlier.

“Thank you,” you murmur. “But it’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“It’s not fine,” Deacon argues firmly but kindly. He takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “And you shouldn’t be used to it.”

You shrug, and Deacon raises his other hand to your jaw. He cups it gently as he repeats, “It’s not fine. And what they said wasn’t true. You’re not different or undesirable.”

You nod; the only reason you believe him is because he shows you daily.

“You deserve better than that,” he continues. “I’m not going to convince you to stand up for yourself if that’s not what you want. This isn’t about becoming someone you’re not to stop that from happening, okay?”

“I know,” you assure.

“Besides, you don’t have to do anything about people like that when I’m here.”

You chuckle as he puffs his chest, then lean against his shoulder as you examine the menu before you. Speaking up for yourself won’t be easy any time soon, maybe never, but you know that Deacon will always be here to tell you the truth.

Deacon thinks that he can read you well, and after what he witnessed at the restaurant, he’s convinced that he is getting even better and knowing what you need and want without asking. As you sit on his couch the next evening for movie night, he gets confirmation.

Your legs are folded underneath you, but your shoulders are rigid as you toy with your fingers. You need something, Deacon thinks, and though he’s told you everything here is as much yours as it is his, you struggle to help yourself to what you want. And sometimes, you can’t bring yourself to ask.

“Are you okay?” Deacon inquires during a lull in the movie plot.

You nod and send him a small smile in reply.

“I’m going to the kitchen for a refill. Do you need anything?”

Your eyes drop quickly, but you answer, “No, thanks.”

“You can talk to me, you know that, right? Anything you want to ask, I’ll do it,” Deacon adds.

“I…” You pause as you try to find the right words to say. “Thanks.”

“For?”

“Most people, in the past, I mean, tried to force me to talk. When they thought I needed something, they kept pushing, but that makes it worse. So, thanks for inviting me to ask.”

Deacon’s jaw clenches quickly. He gets angry for you sometimes, and upon hearing that people have pushed you to talk when you are obviously shy angers him tonight. There’s no reason to force you to talk, Deacon thinks, because you’ll ask when you’re ready. And the more comfortable you get, the quicker it comes. Last week you left his side to get a snack and he’d never been so happy to be abandoned on the couch. But right now, rather than letting his anger show, Deacon pulls you into a hug. You happily wrap your arms around one of his and lean closer to his side as the move continues.

Deacon can’t help but smile when you ask, “Do you have more popcorn?” ten minutes later.

“Can you help me with something?” you ask Deacon.

“Of course,” he answers without hesitation.

“You don’t know what it is yet.”

“Of course,” he repeats firmly.

“Okay… I want to learn to speak up for myself. If I can.”

“You can.”

“Online it says to be prepared, identify your feelings, be assertive, set boundaries, and be confident. I don’t know if I can do all of that all the time.”

“You’ve researched this?” Deacon asks.

“Is that weird?”

“No, no, and it’s good advice, but a lot to remember. Maybe that’s just my brain getting old.”

You laugh and gently shove Deacon’s shoulder. He grabs your wrist and uses it to pull you closer.

“What if, next time someone says something you don’t like, you ask them to stop? Not much to remember and it would be over quickly.”

You nod as you lean against Deacon’s chest. “What if they don’t stop?”

“Walk away.”

Before you can ask if Deacon has any advice on what to say, he kisses you, and you forget about the question. With Deacon beside you, you feel like you can do anything. Even learn to stand up and speak up for yourself.

“Can I have another kiss?” you ask boldly after he pulls back.

Deacon smiles and rewards you with several kisses instead of the one you asked for.

Waiting in the police station isn’t something you do often. Deacon usually meets you in HQ, but he’s in a meeting, so you take a seat in the lobby.

“Hey, aren’t you dating Sergeant Kay?” an officer asks.

You look up and nod, surprised that anyone can recognize you as Deacon’s girlfriend.

“Yeah, you’re the one that never talks. How can you think he actually loves you if he doesn’t even know you?”

“I’d rather not talk about my relationship with you,” you respond.

Your soft and polite version of asking him to stop only spurs him to continue. As the officer continues making inappropriate and unwelcome comments about how unhappy Deacon must be with you, you stand. Deacon once told you that you were welcome to come into HQ if he was running late. So, you’re taking his advice to leave the situation because the person you spoke up to didn’t listen.

“Who will do all your bidding when Deacon gets tired and leaves you?” he asks, following you into the hallway.

“Stop,” you demand.

“Or what? You’ll give me the silent treatment?” the officer taunts.

“Officer Duncan!” Deacon calls as he enters the hall. “Sounds to me like you’re interested in armory duty.”

“Sergeant Kay,” he replies quickly. “No, sir, I was just talking to your girlfriend here.”

“Really? Because it sounded to me like you were pushing her after she told you to stop. Do you do that often, Duncan? I’m sure IA would love to make an inquiry into your treatment of women on and off the force, if so.”

“I’m sorry,” Officer Duncan tells you. “Excuse me.”

Deacon smiles once you’re alone and hugs you tightly.

“You did so well,” he applauds quietly.

You duck your chin to hide against his shoulder, but the truth is that you’re proud of yourself, too. The shyness inside you won’t disappear, but with Deacon teaching you to speak up for yourself and helping you when you can’t, it’s not so bad.

“I love you,” you say against Deacon’s shoulder.

“I love you,” Deacon replies.

He proves it with a kiss, and you find that you’re not shy about the public affection. Deacon is good for you, and he always will be.

[the-kr8tor]

Hobie helps reader get out of a toxic friendship because the toxic person is obviously super bad for them and Hobie gives advice like "You gotta just drop them" but reader is stubborn OR toxic friend already unfriended but won't stop sending reader messages or notes so hobie responds for reader instead. 😭

Personally I'm going thru this rn (honestly she just doesn't understand the words no) and I think Hobie would be so willing to send a message and reader would be like "ok but don't be mean about it" and he just has to delete his entire paragraph of text 🙏🙏

-🍄 ( Te Amo )

I'm sorry you're going through this, lovely 😔 I hope they left you alone. Know that you are loved ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, hurt/comfort.

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The simple buzz of your phone fills you with dread. Shoulders straighten, fingers locking up in their joints, you exhale, closing your eyes tightly like you're in pain.

Hobie, the absolute angel that he is, notices this. He leaves his comfortable position on your lap, head perking up to meet your scrunched up face.

“That them?” His voice is still deep from waking up from his nap. Eyes narrowed towards the knot of your eyebrows.

You huff, smoothing his cheek that your jeans have left a mark on it. “Maybe, did it wake you up?”

“Yes,” he sounds pissed (not at you) and fatigued at the same time. “You gotta drop him, love.” His voice is suddenly soft, knuckles brushing the tension away from your arms.

“I know, I already unfriended him on everything and he won't just…I don't even want to interact anymore.” The tiredness in your voice boils his blood, he's had enough of your so-called ‘friend’ and his toxic ways.

“Give me the phone,” he sits up, flexing his fingers towards your phone laying face down on the table. “I'll do it for you.”

“I can fight my own battles, Hobie.” You don't sound mad, just incredibly dejected. Losing a friend is hard enough, but cutting them off is what's best for you, and Hobie knows that too.

“I know you can.” He kneads the space in between your shoulders to let you relax for once. You lean on his touch, letting your muscles sag. “But you've already done everything and he still hasn't gotten the message. And if being nice about it doesn't work anymore, let me be mean for you, yeah? I know he was your friend once.” I know you cared for him. He wanted to add but he doesn't want to make you feel worse.

The phone buzzes again.

You nod, sniffing, you hand him your phone, opening the message thread for him. “Just don't be too mean to him?”

“After what he's done—?” Hobie's already typing up a storm.

“Hobie, please.” You lay your head on his shoulder, the simple act has you melting all over him.

Your tender words have him deleting an entire paragraph. “Alright. Just a bit mean then.” Typing a response for you, Hoping this was enough for him to leave you be.

Hobie lets you read his message first before sending it. The tone was harsh but needed, the words were well chosen to try and be nice about it but still being firm.

“Okay,” you hand him the phone without hitting send. You're too nervous to press it.

“Can I add a wanker in the end?” Hobie asks, finger hovering over the letter ‘w’.

You laugh, he hasn't heard it in a long while. Patting himself on the back, he types up the word.

“Love.” He says before sending the message. “Don't feel too bad, yeah? You're a bloody saint for putting up with his shit.” He leaves a quick kiss on your temple for reassurance. “Do you want to do it?”

Giving you the phone, you suck in a sharp breath before hitting send.

“And just to make sure he never contacts you again.” Hobie blocks the number, you can't help but smile. Feeling the heaviness on your shoulders fade as he closes the phone for you.

“Thank you.” You lace your fingers around his, thumb rubbing lovingly on the back of his hand.

“Thank you for trusting me.” He cradles the back of your head, kissing just above your hairline. “Now, it's your turn to take a nap.”

Hobie would do it all over again if you asked. He hopes the message gets to him or your ex friend is about to have a little visit from spiderman in the near future. Just to intimidate of course.

Giggling, you let Hobie guide your head down to rest on his lap. He even placed a pillow in between to make you feel more comfortable.

“Sleep well, lovie” He wishes that your dreams are kinder to you this time.

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[luminescent-kin-help]

Icons for a Lingyang from Wuthering Waves for anon!!

[final-kin]

Vampirekin Playlist with 90s hopeless romanticism vibes!

🩸 The Night - Aurelio Voltaire

🩸 Lay All Your Love on Me - Brian David Gilbert

🩸 Red Flags - Tom Cardy

🩸 I Like You - Dandelion Hands

🩸 My Heart Goes Bum Bum Bum - Flatsound

🩸 Long Night - She Wants Revenge

🩸 Mx. Sinister - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

🩸 Eat You - Caravan of Thieves

🩸 Fear & Delight - The Correspondents

🩸 Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex

Requested By 🍄🎃 Anon!

[bellysoupset]

Are you going to write any just sexy stories on the honeymoon? Like without sickness, just because these lovebirds deserve to enjoy themselves and have a great honeymoon.

-🩰

😳👀 you guys want that?

Full disclosure, much like with emeto content, I'm more interested in the build up than the result. So I looooove writing sexy talk, making out, even a bit of smut here and there, but the minute it gets repetitive (😉) I lose interest 🙈

That's to say I would very much write some sexy times for my OCs, but probably like... "Tv Sexy" where the moment things get going we fade to black. We're good with that?

[blossominghunnie]

Soft and fluffy bf!treasure Jihoon pleaseee

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

Pairing: Jihoon x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Warning: None

Notes: Hope you like it, anon! Thanks for requesting. 🥰

Work id, wallet, sunglasses, phone and headphones.

Okay, I’ve got everything. Y/n thought as she looked through her bag.

“I’m going now, honey! I’ll be back at 6:30!” She talked loudly, so her boyfriend could hear her from their shared bedroom, where he was getting dressed to start with his day too.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, love?” He asked as he walked out of the door and towards her.

“Oh, right.” She grabbed his cheeks and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, leaving him shooked and red as a tomato. A sight that Y/n didn’t see often, it was usually the other way around.

“I meant this, but thanks.” He pointed to the bowl where they kept their car keys.

“Oh.” She giggled. “Oops.”

“My turn.” He gave hugged her softly by the waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek, making her blush.

“I’ll see you later.” They smiled at each other “Have a great day, my love.”

“You too, honey.”

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[misc-obeyme]

Welp that Lucy punishment you wrote the other day was delicious,

Mind doing a drabble about it? Pretty please

Thinking about drawing it, can use higher visuals

🍄 sending water your way

You guys and the water, I'm getting flooded lol!

And yes, I can do a drabble based on that post! I had to go read it again, but here it is for anyone who missed it!

Due to the listing of different ideas and scenarios that I had in my answer, I just chose my favorite one and went with that. Hopefully it turned out okay!

GN!MC x Lucifer

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: dom!Lucifer, sub!MC, blindfold, edging, fingering, use of some pet names (darling, dearest)

The silky fabric of Lucifer’s tie was cool against your skin, the careful knot he had made behind your head just tight enough to prevent it from slipping. You kept your eyes open; the makeshift blindfold added a deep dark red to the field of black that filled your vision.

Moments ago, you sat across the desk from Lucifer, confessing to your wrongdoing. You watched him frown, remove his coat, his tie, roll up his sleeves. When he patted his lap, you obediently came over to sit on it, knowing you couldn’t get out of this situation even if you tried. Even if you wanted to.

Now you were sitting with your back against Lucifer’s chest, the blindfold snugly in place. Your legs were spread wide, hooked over Lucifer’s knees. You felt one hand on your waist and another one on your shoulder. His breathing tickled your ear.

You felt his hands remove themselves from your body and you squirmed. Not just because you missed his touch but because you couldn’t see what he was doing with them.

It was evident that Lucifer had been removing his gloves when you felt the skin of his fingers against your stomach. He was moving your uniform, opening your clothing to allow himself access.

You gasped lightly as the palm of his hand pressed against your waist and he pushed it beneath the waistband of your uniform. His fingers slid expertly over the part of you that was pulsing hard with your own heartbeat.

"Hmm," he hummed in your ear. He pressed a kiss to your neck. "You are so exquisite when you're like this, my darling. No one can hear you here, so do not hold back."

You moaned, arching your back against him as he teased you. His ministrations felt so good, you were sure you would come on his hand in moments-

And then he pulled his touch away and you whined in response.

Lucifer chuckled against you. "Ah, but I can't allow you to come so easily, can I? This is a punishment, after all."

You sucked in a breath. "Please," you said.

Lucifer tutted. "Begging? You needn't do that, dearest one. We've only just started."

Lucifer continued, touching you until you were at the edge, then stopping abruptly. You found yourself holding onto him, your hands digging into the skin of his exposed arms. Your head was thrown back against his shoulder, your legs shaking against his. You could feel his hard cock behind you, pressing into your back. He was relishing every moment he spent with his fingers coaxing whimpers out of you.

When Lucifer finally allowed you to come, you found you were grateful for the blindfold. His tie caught the tears that fell from the overwhelming sensations running through your body. You couldn't see him, you couldn't see the room, all you were experiencing was his fingers and the universe twisting around on itself. The only thing that could come out of your mouth was his name.

You couldn't even remember what you had done that had caused this. When you asked him later, in the quiet safety of his bed, Lucifer couldn't remember, either. You indicated that this was a shame because it meant you couldn't make that particular transgression again. Lucifer only laughed and assured you that he could find other reasons to "punish" you if need be.

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[themushroomgarden]

to the asker in my inbox, im glad you enjoy the blog :) seeing so many people enjoy the things i post makes me really happy

[agi-ppangx]

in honour of chan visiting australia and his family again, can we get an imagine where he shows you around/you spend some time with him there and its kind of intimate? its all up to you <3

i love this request so so much anonnie :((( here is your drabble, please let me know if you enjoyed it !!<33

[everyonewooeverywhere]

may i request a Yunho fic? maybe where he is more soft dominant, and loves to pleasure the reader..? like- he doesn’t realize how many orgasms he’s pulled from them because he is just so consumed by making them feel good? does that make sense?

if not, totally okay:) just something with yunho being a sweetie in some way if that’s okay<3

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yes! absolutely you may request something 😌

as long as this took, i did have a lot of fun writing it!

thank you so much for the request, sweetheart. i hope you enjoy!! 💗

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Sources: [ x - x - x || x - x - x || x - x - x ]

[q1ngqve]

take your time miss lan!!! please take care of yourself, we'll be waiting for you as always!!

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THANK YOU BABY I WILL DO MY BEST!!!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[woosluv]

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