#slightly risque

[erminecore]

YUYUKO: im thinking of having breast reduction surgery. YUKARI: please dont

New spellcard "Boundary of Tits and Ass"

[mossyinkynebulous]

So have this Ink drawing I did Sunday. I know it's not accurate, but I was trying to draw the boi from memory since my phone was dead and I was out.

Ink belongs to @/Comyet

Had the whole sketch done before I could look up what he wore and I wasn't changing a whole outfit for just a silly drawing. I originally forgot his gloves, but that's an easy fix compared to the shirt, pants, and jacket thing. Also the sketch since I took a photo of it.

[honeylikewords]

cubs. (jack russell)

halloween brings all the little monsters out. aka, jack gets baby fever.

(warnings: mentions of pregnancy, planning for children, allusions to sex, descriptions of physical intimacy and making out, and jack smelling his wife, if that counts. nothing technically fully n/s/f//w//, but a bit saucy. word count 2.4k )

Jack’s head tilts sideways before the doorbell even rings, one ear higher than the other to catch something she can’t hear. He turns in his seat on the couch, arm strewn over her shoulder, to look behind them in the direction of the front door, tilts over, kisses her temple, and pops up in the seconds before the slightly-jarring “ding” echoes through the house. He’s already at the door, bowl in hand, beaming down at the gaggle of children and chaperones by the time she’s even stirring on the couch to come to join him.

“Oh, who do we have here?,” Jack coos excitedly, scanning the miniature crowd. “Are you the little one from--”

“Stranger Things!,” yells a small child in a pink dress, blonde wig askew, tendrils of the plastic hair stuck to their face. “I’m Eleven!”

“Yes, sí, can you do the--” --Jack sticks his hand out and makes a face, and the child eagerly matches him, giving him their best furious expression and most powerful psychokinetic pose-- “Yes! That’s so good!”

He quickly glances up at the three adults standing behind and asks if there are any allergies in the group (and there are none, thank goodness) as his wife comes to stand next to him, smiling at the Eleven who is now turning their powers onto their group of friends. Gesturing for the kids to bring their bags closer, Jack begins dropping generous fistfuls of candy into eagerly opened pillowcases and treat sacks, small hands darting out to show off the newest snacks to one another.

“Hey there, Mirabel,” says Mrs. Russell, waving at a young girl in a blue skirt and white t-shirt, sporting a giant pair of glasses and a pink flower in her dense curls. The little one is wrapped up in a purple puffer jacket on this cold October evening, and while it is a truth universally acknowledged that a big coat is the bane of Halloween costumes, the effect of her adorable smile and ‘Encanto’ printed trick-or-treat bag is more than enough to convey the essence of the character. “Is Uncle Bruno with you tonight?” 

The girl shyly shakes her head and wrings the handles of her bag in her fingers but is smiling widely when Jack speaks a few quick words of admiration for her costume in Spanish and passes her a scoop of candy for her bag.

“I’m Ariel!”, adds a small child in a green tube skirt with flared tulle flippers sewn on, a purple strip of cloth tied around their tummy over a slightly off-skin-tone longsleeve tee.

“And I’m Harry Potter!” A wand is brandished at Jack, who puts a hand over his chest in shock.

“I’m Batman!” The petite hero jumps into a pose to show off the padding of his armor, his light-up shoes kicking to life and casting green flashes over the porch.

Jack turns to his wife and grins, gesturing enthusiastically at the crowd of kids. “I think these are the best costumes we’ve seen all night, no?” She nods, and the kids all let out little shrieks and giggles as Jack procures a few extra pieces from the bowl and adds them to their bags. 

The chaperones guide the straggling children into a chorus of “thank you”s before shuffling them down from the porch, past the jack o’lanterns, and on to the next house, as Jack and his wife remain in the doorway. She leans her head on his shoulder and listens to him sigh sweetly, his eyes tracing over the sunset-lit streets swarming with seas of children and their families, all screaming and laughing over one another, racing past on the sidewalks, weaving in and out of lawns decorated with tombstones and inflatable specters, plastic skeletons and felted spiders. 

“You know, at the rate you hand it out, we’ll be out of candy before the street lights come on,” she teases, nudging his shoulder. Jack chuckles and puts a hand on the small of her back, shrugging as he steers her back towards the couch. 

“It’s Halloween, bebé; do you want us to be known as the stingy old couple, or the cool couple that gives out extra candy to the little monsters? Besides, that Mirabel, oh my God--”

“Total heart-melter,” she agrees, sitting and cuddling into Jack’s side as he hooks his arm back over her shoulders and pulls her body close. “I think between her and that four-month-old dressed as Grogu, we may have seen the two cutest costumes in all of North America today.”

Jack lets out a groan at the memory of the adorable baby, who he had greeted at the door with a delighted peal of laughter, and squeezes his wife tightly in his arms, as if hugging her in the baby’s stead. The abrupt squish pushes a small squeak out of her, and Jack giggles, bumping the blunt tip of his long nose into her cheek.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “You okay?”

His slight frame conceals a rather intense strength, something that comforts her, even if it still sneaks up on her every now and again that he is, in fact, as strong as he is; Jack’s touch is grounding and warm when so few things in the world are, and she’s glad, especially in the cold months, for the over-active heat of his body and the power of his embrace. 

He traces the tips of his broad, tan fingers along the curve of her upper arm, pale nails leaving wake trails of gooseflesh and pleasant shivers. She realizes he’s waiting for a response before going any further with his affections, and she nods, cupping the square of his chin and running her thumb along his bottom lip. When his olive green eyes fix on hers, and his lips part to reveal the brightness of his smile, crooked to the left by the jut of his snaggletooth, she feels heat wash over her face and down her body, familiar and fluttering as he dips his face close and keeps her gaze.

“You know what I’m thinking?,” Jack purrs, voice dropping low and soft as he begins inching nearer. When he’s this close, his breath falls on her skin like a warm fog, sticking sweetly to her neck and cheeks, and the scent of him gets stronger. 

He smells like their bed, she thinks. Cozy, fuzzy, and tinged with a modicum of not-at-all-unappealing sweat, there is also that distinct canine note that can only be detected in this kind of proximity. His arms are still wrapped around her, and one of his hands is coasting, flat-palmed, up and down the length of her side, following the curves of her ribs and belly, while the other finds itself resting on her shoulder, idly fingering an errant lock of hair. His face is so close to hers that she swears she could count each of his eyelashes, individually, and the hairs that form his growing stubble.

This Halloween, Jack has chosen to go as a vampire, which he thinks is exceedingly funny. Dark makeup rings his eyes and the grey in his hair glows almost blue in the low light of the fading day, lending him an unearthly quality that fits his costume well. The powers of the vampire, too, seem to be his: he has her under his thrall, certainly. His smile is mesmeric, and she can imagine that if a vampire were to look like him, there would be no end to the line of people willing to be bitten by that self-same smile.

“What are you thinking, Puppy?,” she asks, trying to redirect her own wandering thoughts. She scratches lightly at the underside of his chin and, on reflex, his head tilts up, eyes fluttering shut as a contented noise rumbles in the back of his throat. He’s so easy to please.

“I’m, uh--” He seems distracted by the sensation of her scratching at that Just Right spot between the back of his ear and the crook of his jaw, a distraction that only worsens when she begins scratching the hair at the nape of his neck. “I was going to say that I… I was thinking we…”

His hands lie still on her, twitching every now and then when she finds a particularly pleasing spot to scratch, and she relishes the sensation of being the one who now has her beloved under her own thrall; Jack leans his head into her touch and follows the motion of her hands, chasing her attentions. A sigh leaves his lips and he unclenches his shoulders, melting into her as she leans back against the armrest of the couch and Jack follows, laying his head on her chest. 

His weight is surprisingly heavy atop her as he lays himself on her belly, slotting between her knees and positioning himself for ease of scritching. He’s not a big man, by any means, but there’s a density to him, and she’s feeling it now as he presses her into the couch with his body.

She pauses her petting briefly as she adjusts to the new position, and her hands still in his hair, which causes a growl of displeasure to part his lips. At that, she looks down at him and sees one green eye peering up at her (the other still shut and squished into her chest), and sticks her tongue out at him before continuing the strokes to his salt-and-pepper pelt.

It’s rather soothing, playing with his hair like this. There’s a therapeutic element to the combination of his body weight, intense warmth, rhythmic breathing, and the texture of his hair under her fingers, and she lets instinct carry her, as salient thought drifts away into the blissful mist of repetitive motion and familiar feelings. She traces the lines of his scalp, watching his black and grey and still, sometimes, brown hair forest up around her fingers, content to just match the tide of his breaths with her own, their ribs pressed together and expanding in synchronicity. 

After a moment, Jack stirs. Turning, he cranes his face so that he can look at her squarely, and she feels the irresistible magnetism of that green gaze tugging her deeper into his spell.

“I want to try for one of our own,” he says, shattering the stillness like a foul ball through plate glass. “Tonight, if you’re ready.”

It takes her a second to blink away the haze that had settled around her head, and when she does at last manage to, she finds herself staring down into Jack’s face, taking him in with utmost fascination. If she heard him clearly, and she believes she did, he asked her--

“A baby, by the way. In case I wasn’t clear.” He flashes her a smile and a breathy laugh, and he pats her side playfully. “I’m sure you could figure that out, amorcita, but I like to be direct.”

“Oh.” 

It’s all she can think to say: not because she is unhappy, or undesiring of the same things, but simply because the effect of Jack Russell, staring up at her with his big, moss-colored puppy eyes, brazenly stating that he wants to try and conceive with her, is flooring. He pushes up on his forearms, and suddenly he is above her, his face lit starkly by the shadows of the setting sun and the television, marking him out in black and white. His eyes glow, even in the darkness.

The wolf’s smile slips into his features as he stares down at her, watching her reactions with delight. He can hear her heartbeat, she knows, smells the minute shifts that not even she is aware of. He knows her, inside and out, and surely knows which way she is swayed, but he waits patiently for her to give him a sign, a command, an enthusiastic yes or a firm no. He won’t move without her urging.

She cups his face and lets out a shaky, excited breath, one that shivers in her sternum and makes Jack grin. There’s that crooked canine of his, sharply glinting in his smile, and she trembles joyfully at the sight, wondering if their child would have their father’s snaggletooth. She hopes they do.

“Tonight,” she repeats. Jack’s eyes widen.

Gently, she tugs him down and presses his pouty lips to hers, and the dam breaks. Jack lets out an inhuman groan of delight, dropping his center of gravity low to lean into the kiss, and uses his blunt incisors to pull at her bottom lip, nipping and sending the wet, lapping sounds of kissing echoing through the room. He uses one hand to hold her jaw in place, then begins trailing kisses down and around her chin, working his way to her throat.

“Look so pretty in your costume,” he rasps, voice low and clouded. “‘S hard for a man to keep his hands to himself.”

Before she can snidely remark that he, in fact, has not been keeping his hands to himself for almost the entirety of the evening, Jack sinks his teeth into her neck: not hard enough to wound her, but certainly hard enough to make her forget every other thought, her mind now focused completely on the reality that her husband is leaving marks all across her throat.

“You smell,” Jack groans, “So good. And, oh, God, when you have our cubs…”

He pushes his face into the crook of her neck and inhales, a series of Spanish and English curses flowing from his lips as they wander across her skin, and his hands begin rucking up the bottom of her blouse when--

“DING.”

Jack’s head whips up, and the two of them stare with wide eyes at one another. His face is flushed a deep umber and his lips are shiny, hair a fluffed mess, and she can only imagine she looks even more sordid and knocked askew. They exchange a communicative glance before the doorbell rings a second time and Jack, ever the gentleman, kisses her forehead, rapidly apologizing.

“We’ll get back to this, querida, I promise, I swear, I want to--”

She waves him off with a smile, and sees him bolt for the door, candy bowl in hand. He throws it open with gusto, and as she watches, she sees the transformation come over him; the brightness in his eyes, the giddiness of his smile, the sincerity of his sweetness. He’s going to make a magnificent father. And she’s going to have a very, very happy Halloween.

[muttyum]

happy tummy tuesday, have a low effort morning pic

[milkmynk]

Quick indulgent HC

YJH (during scenarios) grumpily teaching KDJ how to take care of Unbroken Faith, because he saw KDJ (an amateur) trying to clean / hone his sword and went 😱 WTF are you doing to that poor sword??

It takes a fair bit of time cause YJH is a perfectionist and loomed over KDJ till the job was done to his satisfaction, after which they they rejoin the group

HJW, more out of idle curiosity than any real urge to know : "What were you two up to for so long?"

KDJ, frazzled and annoyed, jabbing a thumb in YJH's direction : "Mr Perfectionist insisted on showing me how to polish my sword, and refused to let me go till he was satisfied"

A heartbeat; before HSY whistles, YSA admonishes KDJ with a scandalised "Dokja-ssi!! Think of the children!!", LHS chokes on his drink, and KDJ goes deep red

Unfortunately though, YJH is already growling and drawing his sword... at least he got to test his newly polished sword 👍

[irisgoesgardening]

Part 2 of the streamer AU ft. Mizael

Yeah there’s gonna be a part 3

He’s one of those streamers that is really good at what they do but doesn’t really care

Kaito spent all his money at the lab and forgot to pay Mizael at the end of the month so he quit and let Chris win

[bahoreal]

this sojnds like every second cpop song released in 2021 finland how did u do it

[scattered-irises]

Happy V/V 

Let’s start off with the thing everyone wants: The shitpost

[anarchs]

Year of the (Reverse) Bunny 🐰

Illust by my love Riu

[kit-just-kit]

“a kiss?” 💛

"What do you need?" meme

“There.....is that better? Or do I need to go further and maybe......kiss places other than your lips as well?” she asked, voice low and very nearly only a throaty whisper. In actual fact, she’d thought of very little else than kissing Richard today.........which was right one cue because it was always the second trimester when this happened to her. There was no use in denying it - Kit was horny and laying eyes on Richard when he’d returned from work, only amplified that. He looked both adorable and sexy - something not many men achieved so effortlessly.

“I know you’re probably ether hungry or tired but....want to come to the bedroom with me?”.

[finitevoid]

I watch bbc merlin with my grandmother because she just adores it. she thinks it’s so funny & she’s just so invested which is nice to see. but I’m just sitting here watching morgana’s descent into evil and shit and I’m rooting for her. like yeah kill that guy. torture the king with demons absolutely . they hate to see a girlboss winning

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

I’m trying so hard to think of romance, but all my brain is producing is QPR and cheesy/dirty pickup lines

[toasty-owl-arts]

oh yea i turned 18 two weeks ago i can be silly on the internet

[theshippingcorner]

u did really good that around with Claudette!! Speaking of, can i get Claudette x any pronoun reader after a trial?

Thank you! I try, though this reply is a little bit late so sorry about that! I can do that no problem!

Trials were already so hard, with all their ups and downs it was never just a good or bad day. It was always somewhere just in between the two...

Today was no different, Claudette coming back from a trial winded and scraped up, sitting down against a wall with a groan.

"Those killers are all so damn fast, it's hard to keep away from them sometimes..."

You smiled a little at her, approaching softly with a medkit as you crouched down to gently help tend her wounds.

"Well, what else can we expect? We all have a job they're just doing theirs. Sometimes they can be merciful so they can't all be bad right?"

Claudette sighed and nodded, she knew you were right you always were.

"You always been so calm? I mean I can't imagine anyone being as relaxed as you in a place like this..."

You shrugged, you didn't really know why you just liked it here.

"I guess I was made for the fog, besides it helps I have a really pretty nurse anytime I get hurt right~?"

You give her a wink and she blushes, hiding her face a bit into the collar of her sweater.

"Oh don't you charm me like that, I'm just good with medicine that's all."

You laughed a bit as you put a bandage over a wound, humming gently.

"Oh trust me, medicine isn't the only thing you're good with dear~"

She squeaked a bit and huffed softly, grabbing your wrist and getting up off the floor to take you to another room.

You probably won't sleep tonight but that's just fine.

[smuttysabina]

When Editing Goes Wrong

(Pokimane's Editor (You) x Pokimane, 3.3k Words) Tags: Excessive masturbation, gooning, sex surprisingly enough, anal sex, oral sex, foot sex, butt sex, obsessive behavior, a stunningly brave tale about the perils of editing for your masturbation material, absolutely degenerate behavior all around, also like damn dude you really couldn't resist telling her huh? Current events, breeding

You had done it, you had acquired your dream job, being the video editor for your favorite streamer; there was just one small problem, an afterthought really, an understatement. You were totally and utterly addicted to every inch of Pokimane's body. Her luscious hair, her gorgeous eyes, her perky lips, her smooth skin, her bodacious breasts, her toned arms, her delicate hands, her smooth stomach, her shapely hips, her puffy mound, her thick thighs, her tempting feet, so perfectly shaped and formed and begging to be licked- Oh dear, you did it again, another hour gone and several tissues filled. You were supposed to be taking Poki's raw, uncut footage and removing all the parts those filthy gooners would enjoy too much, obviously some slightly erotic shots would be left in to titillate them, but not enough to make her haters online accuse her of being a slutty tease. The issue was that there was simply too much delicious content to sort through, and you were unable to resist slamming your meat for hours on end to all of the content she was sending you. You would hump your hand for hours on end to your own private compilations of lewd moments, groaning Pokimane's name as you worshipped her in the only way you knew how. Of course, this made getting videos and vlogs out on time somewhat difficult, since editing actually public-friendly videos did in fact take some time, so things were getting to the point where you might have to start asking for extensions...

You sweat nervously as you hurriedly type out a message to Poki, explaining to her that you would be unable to get her video out this week, that you had hit some unexpected snags while cutting down her content. Nothing to be worried about of course, just a normal hazard of splicing together all of those disparate clips, you should have the vlog out in time by next week, for sure! Your typing is made a touch more difficult by the fact that you were doing so one-handed, even messaging your goddess got you all worked up. Her response of course, is as kindly and supportive as always, "No worries, these things do happen! I am looking forward to receiving the vlog by Wednesday of next week." Next Wednesday? You look at your calendar and groan in despair, it was going to be hard to fit editing time into your schedule with all the gooning you had been planning on doing... But you managed it, somehow. The thought of disappointing your goddess, as arousing as that was, had goaded you into putting the effort in, and you had made what you knew was a masterpiece. You smile proudly as you send the vlog to Poki, you were sure her fans would love it, and they did! "Good job on that last video Editor, that extra time sure helped, didn't it?" Your goddess praises you, so of course you have to hump your hand in celebration, you finish several times to that simple sentence.

The next few weeks pass by without much incident, with you throwing together videos in time for the deadline while still blasting rope to Pokimane constantly. Your videos had been doing extremely well judging by the viewer-count, your subtle blend of inside jokes and community memes with vaguely provocative shots had been largely popular with the fanbase. Of course, you kept the most delectable cuts to yourself, so while those degenerate coomers online were filling their pants to some risque stills, you were pumping furiously to the good stuff. The editing for the upcoming week's video was running into some blockages however, since for whatever sadistic reason Poki had chosen to include almost half an hour's worth of video pointed down at her bare feet as she wanders around her apartment chattering away. You had been unable to resist such potent stimulation, and had been beating your meat almost continuously to her feet. So lost in your lusts were you, that when Poki messages you, you feel inclined to answer honestly, "What's the hold up on next week's video? Its almost Sunday and I haven't gotten it yet?" Your orgasm-fried brain misfires as you try to conceive an excuse, but the thought of telling her the truth is simply too exciting to resist. So you tell Poki that you had been too busy blasting rope to her perfect feet, pumping and edging to her delicate toes and smooth soles so much that you were unable to fit in any editing. You climax when you hit send, obliterating several tissues as you end your hours-long session with a catastrophic orgasm; then of course you realize what you had done, and start panicking. Not that you should have worried though, as Poki swiftly responds, "Understandable, but please try to stop jacking off long enough to do your job." Suitably chastened, you comply; but not before squeezing another fap in.

Over the next month, you start to notice a subtle change in the content Pokimane sends you. Whereas before the more sensual shots would go by swiftly, now she seemed to... linger a bit on certain areas. Normal people would not have perceived this development, but as someone who had spent the past year consuming endless hours of her content, it was obvious. Poki would now spend on average an extra second giving you a view down her bodice, show off her meaty ass for just a little longer, playfully flex her toes before moving onto something else. Of course, you react to this novel situation by offering her with yet more of your seed, while still barely managing to get a video out on time every week. Editors truly have it rough!

Then it happened. In the middle of a vlog about household products, Poki was busy blathering about her automatic cat feeder when she suddenly pauses and stares at the camera. "I know you're watching, Editor. I just wanted to give you a special thank you for all of your hard work." Then she pulls up her shirt to reveal her breasts, wiggles them around, before yanking it back down again and continuing her spiel where she had left off. You gawp in absolute shock, sure that your mind had been playing tricks on you, that your fantasies had bled into real life, that this was actually just a surprisingly accurate wet dream. But no, as you rewind and replay the section, Pokimane had in fact flashed you, she had shown you her slightly tan breasts, each perky while still carrying some heft, graced with a dark-brown nipple upon a wide areola. Your response is entirely predictable, you pound your fleshlight for an entire day straight, not even stopping for food or rest as you honor your goddess's bountiful blessing. When you collapse, it is only from sheer exhaustion, your body and balls utterly drained by the sight of Pokimane's boobs. Upon awakening, you discover that a large amount of time had passed, and that you had a minimal amount of time to complete your deadline. Working like a man possessed, you furiously throw together a video, not even touching yourself once where before you would have savored every tantalizing moment. Through some holy miracle, you are able to send Poki the week's video on time, a feat that she seems suitably impressed by, "I thought you would have to be late again this week, good job Editor."

The next week's content is lacking in such stimulation however, simply a return to Pokimane's usual slight teasing, which still excites you, but leaves you yearning for more. Which was no doubt her intent, because in her next footage, she abruptly turns around, bends over, and pulls down her pants. The mere sight of Poki's monolithic ass in the nude has you painting the underside of your desk before you can fully process what you are seeing. Her fat cheeks wobble provocatively before she languidly reaches back and spreads them and reveals her glistening slit- By the time you have regained control of yourself, you are literally covered in cum, and far, far past your deadline. Panicking, you open your messages and hurriedly inform her that this week's vlog would be delayed due to a medical emergency you had to deal with; yes indeed your health had truly been threatened by what you had seen! Pokimane's response seems amused, "Don't lie to me Editor, you were too busy blasting rope to my ass, admit it." Moaning, you have no choice but to agree with her, informing your goddess that you had been unable to resist relentlessly pleasuring yourself to her; begging her for forgiveness, "It's fine, just be sure to have two videos done by the end of this week, or I'll have to find a new editor, got it?" The mere thought of being cut off by your queen has you in shambles, and you grovelingly assure Poki that her will would be done.

Through a herculean effort, you manage to complete your task, sending two videos of the highest quality to Poki, "Good job, I'm impressed! Next week I will not be posting though, so enjoy your time off." Most employees would celebrate having an entire week off, but being denied fresh content has left you morose; no matter, you still needed to enjoy her last gifts to the fullest. Then a notification pops up that you had received the usual weekly content file from Pokimane, and curious, you open it. Inside there is only one file, an hour long titled: 'For My Editor'. Thoroughly intrigued, and not a little excited, you start to watch it. The video starts with Poke modeling in a sleek black dress, nothing unusual there, as she poses and shows off her angles until she pauses and looks into the camera, "Hello Editor, after working so hard last week, I decided to help you get through this one." Whereupon she confidently pulls her dress over her head and tosses it aside, revealing her voluptuous body to you in all its glory. Pokimane leans forward, cupping her breasts with an arm while making slow stroking motions with her other hand, "Jack off for me, Editor. Pump, pump, pump," she growls huskily. Then she explores her body for you, fondling her weighty breasts, running her hands down her fertile tummy, teasingly rubbing her slit, turning around so that she can show you how heavy her ass is as she bounces it with her hands. All the while she encourages you to pleasure yourself to her, motioning with her hand for you to masturbate, "Edge for me Editor, I want you all worked up for the real show..." Poki opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, rolling her eyes back in a perfect ahegao face for a full minute before ending with a devilish smirk. Her teasing grows ever more obscene as her own arousal heightens, "Imagine how wet my mouth would be wrapped around your cock, how soft my boobs would be, how tight my ass would be, how breedable my pussy is..." She moans ecstatically, her fingers squishing against her lower lips as she masturbates, as she angles the camera downwards towards the floor. Poki crouches in front of it, breathing heavily, her face flushed, "How would you take me, Editor?" She gets on her back, spreading her legs for you so that you can see just how sopping wet her pussy is, how it would be to pump between her meaty thighs, "Missionary?" Before rolling over and hoisting her thick ass in the air, pressing her chest against the ground to show you her sensual arch, "Doggy?" She gets up onto her knees and turns around, lustfully humping their air while groping herself and licking her lips, "Or would I need to put all the work in?" Poki leans forward, purring, "I want you to fuck me, Editor. I want every last drop of your cum, understood?" Wet slopping noises grew louder as her face became more and more red, as she nods encouragingly as the camera, "Do it, now. Cum for me, Editor. Cum in me!" Then Pokimane lets out a little gasp before moaning unashamedly, her eyes rolling back as she climaxes right in front of the lens, shuddering with pleasure until it is over. She sighs sensually, "Enjoy your week off..." before giving you a wink and ending the video. Needless to say, you did not get much done that week.

Or the next week for that matter, so busy were you blasting fat reams of jizz to your Goddess's instructions; so lost in an endless cycle of cumming for Pokimane that you only stopped when she messaged you again, "I guess you've been too busy stroking for me to get any work done, so here's a little incentive for you. Finish a video, and I'll give you an hour of my time, deal?" Of course, you had no choice but to obey, even with images of your queen's naked body prancing through your addled brain, you still managed to pump out a video in a reasonable amount of time; as well as an unreasonable amount of loads. A few hours after sending the video, you hear a knock on your apartment door, and more than a little annoyed at being interrupted while worshipping your goddess, you go to open it. Imagine your shock then when you find Pokimane on the other side of it, wearing a sleek outfit of deep red, dolled up to perfection. Pushing past your gawping form, she stalks inside, wrinkling her nose at the stench of semen she plops herself on your much-stained bed before licking her lips and giving you an expecting look, "Well? You have an hour, how would you like to fuck me?" You let out a piteous groan as you shamble forward, your cock already bulging and dripping, your mind unable to believe that your goddess is before you, but your body knows what to do. You dreamily turn her around and pull down her panties, humping Poki's fat ass as she amusingly informs you to go in raw, "After all, I am on birth control, and I doubt I have to worry about any STDs..." So you mount Pokimane like an animal for an entire hour, grunting like a beast while she passively waits for you to finish, you don't stop pumping for a single moment, nor do you ever stop filling her up with your cum until it leaks out of her cunt. Before you know it, her phone is buzzing loudly, and she commands you to stop, your hour is over. You notice she is limping slightly as she leaves, "Fuck I am so full..." she murmurs, before cheerfully saying, "I'm looking forward to your next video, Editor" and leaving.

The subsequent months pass by in a blur, you swiftly and skillfully produce a video for Pokimane, and soon after she arrives at your door, ready to be used. And god, do you use her. You lick and fuck her feet until they are squishy with your semen; you pump between her mighty thighs, breeding her continuously as she moans beneath you; you mount her fat tits more often that you can count, humping her chest until her breasts are smothered with cum; you make her suck you off, making her clean the fluids of your coupling off your cock so many times you know the contours of her mouth better than she does; you violate her anus with her cock, often without any lubrication, groaning as her tight coils milk your dry within minutes; you plow her from behind, again and again and again, unable to resist her thick ass you simply give in and fuck; you spend several hours simply jacking off onto her perfect face, until her hair is soaked and her face white; you make her ride you in every position imaginable, bouncing and swaying on your cock while her breasts flop around her chest, as she tirelessly drains you of load after load; you masturbate to porn together, until you are both staining the sheets afresh with your cum; you ask her to peg you, which she does with great enthusiasm while your cock sprays like a firehose; you dress her up in all sorts of cosplays, roleplaying a wide variety of scenarios that always seem to end up with you breeding her while howling her name; you fuck her while watching the video she sent you, so that you are pumping to Poki porn using Poki's perfect pussy, achieving a gooner's nirvana.

All the while you continue to churn out videos like a machine, all of which rack up an ever growing quantity of views and interactions; you are single-handedly (because the other hand is busy) driving up Pokimane's numbers on Youtube. You reach your zenith after editing while your goddess's head bobs between your legs, sucking you dry even as you complete your masterpiece. Eventually though, you begin to tire of it all, your videos begin to do progressively less well, and you feel a growing indifference towards Poki. You had flew to close too the gooner sun, your wings had been burned by the intensity of your fulfilled passions for her. No longer did her every message and word carry the power to compel you any more, no longer was she your Aphrodite, now she was simply a high priestess, the pedestal of goddess left unoccupied as your ardor cools. None of which goes unnoticed by Poki, so that one day she messages you, "I think we may need to go our separate ways Editor, let's discuss this at your place," and you agree. She patiently explains that the quality of your videos had declined recently, and that she was firing you, "Send me a copy of all the recordings you made of us together though," she smirks at your shock, "what, you thought I wouldn't notice? That much content will be useful for when I launch on Pornhub." You shudder at the thought of Pokimane gracing the porn scene with her presence, much seed would be spilt that day... "Also, I shot your reference to a friend of mine who needs a good editor, so expect to hear from her soon." You thank her profusely for this generosity, and she smirks in response, "Once more before the road then? I know how much you love fucking me..." So you spend the next hour pumping Pokimane full of your semen, and making her suck the resulting mess off of your dick; she even stays an extra few minutes to make sure it is extra clean. You hear her mutter as she leaves for the final time, "Well that one lasted a while..."

You spend the next week in a morose stupor, lost without a goddess to worship, unable to even achieve an erection. Even when Poki glibly announces on stream that she had to fire her pervert of an editor, you don't get hard even from this humiliation. Your depressed mood continues until a fresh notification pops up on your work account, piquing your interest; it reads, "Hello, I was looking for a new editor, and Imane recommended you to me! I need to have this video out by tomorrow, so please get it done ASAP! -AriaSaki" Curious now, you open up attached files, and feel a faint stirring in your crotch. Several hours later, and you send the video to her, your cock leaking from your constant edging, eager for her response. You don't have long to wait, as a short video arrives soon after, you open to see the goddess talking excitedly to you, while wearing little more than short-shorts and a blue pushup bra, "OH MY GAWD, thank you so much Editor! This looks so freaking good, let's discuss terms tomorrow okay? Thank you thank you thank you!" Before ending it with a beaming smile. You are smiling as well, as semen drips down from the underside of your desk, anything for your goddess AriaSaki...

And so the Editor finds a new job, and the cycle continues...

[fandoms-x-reader]

NSFW General Headcannons

Requested By: @ricaaathelittlelamb

As the title implies, 18+ / NSFW

Lucifer takes the longest for you to grow closer to. He keeps his distance and cold facade until he knows he can fully trust you.

 And, once he knows that he can, he isn’t shy about showing his feelings for you in the bedroom.

Lucifer can’t allow his arousal to taint his image. So, he’s gotten really good at hiding when he’s turned on. But, his biggest tell is his breathing.

Lucifer usually remains calm and collected at all times, so when you notice his breathing has become eccentric and his eyes are just the slightest bit glossed over, you know he’s struggling.

If you decide to tease him while he’s like this, he’ll make sure to punish you properly as soon as the two of you are alone.

He prefers to top. He’s always the one control, and he expects it to be the same in the bedroom. If you catch him off guard, you can switch positions and top him. He’ll be surprised at how much he enjoys it.

He loves it when you come into his study to distract him from work. He’ll resist your attempts at first, but eventually he caves into temptation.

His favorite position is having you sitting on his desk while he stands in front of you, supporting your weight with one arm as he thrusts into you.

He loves when you grip his back, your nails digging in slightly. He’ll switch between wanting to look deep into your eyes and wanting to kiss you passionately.

He is equally skilled with using both his hands and mouth.

Lucifer is the ultimate rebel. Because of that, he has a corruption kink. He wants to see your usual polite and respectful personality turn into something much more sinister in the bedroom. And it drives him crazy when you’re the one to suggest doing something particularly risque.

Afterwards, Lucifer will hold you in his arms, feeling the warmth of your body pressed against him. Your arm will rest over his and he’ll tighten his grip around you, wanting to hold you impossibly close.

It’ll take Mammon a while until he’s comfortable enough with you for the two of you to escalate things to a more intimate level.

When the two of you do sleep together, it is a very passionate release of all the built up emotions you hadn’t confessed to each other prior.

You could tell whenever he got turned on by you because he would be constantly moving. He would shift around uncomfortably, doing his best to hide his erection as he avoided your gaze. He would close his eyes to try to calm himself down, but it would never work.

Mammon is a switch. He loves when you take control and he’ll happily let you do whatever you want to him. But, if he’s particularly worked up about something he will be the dominant one. 

If he’s jealous, he’ll spend the night making it known that you are his and if his sin starts overtaking him, his lips won’t leave you. He’ll kiss every inch of your body, leaving small bite marks wherever he wanted.

His favorite position is doggy style. He loves when you're bent over, your ass pressed against him as he thrusts in and out of you. He loves tangling his hand in your hair, tugging while his other hand supported his weight. 

When it comes to kinks, his is branding.

He wants everyone to know that you're his human. And the best way to do that is through his pact mark. Nothing turns him on more than you flaunting off the symbol and during sex he makes it a point to pay extra attention to it. He’ll kiss it, suck the skin around it, and bite. Whatever he could do to emphasize the mark.

After sex, Mammon will hold you in his arms. He likes to run his fingers through your hair, reassuring himself that you are there and that did just happen. He had so many fantasies about you that he would believe it was a dream. But, running his fingers through your hair made it real. And he would especially appreciate it when you would reach your arm and gently run your fingers through his hair as well. It created a safe and deep connection between the two of you.

Levi is pretty shy at first when it comes to things in the bedroom. But, the more comfortable he gets with you, the more he’s open to trying new things. He’s seen and read about a lot of different positions in certain erotic anime and manga and he wants to try them all with you.

When Levi is turned on, it’s very obvious. He’ll start profusely blushing, looking anywhere but you. If you were in front of other people, he would hope that no one notices. If it’s just the two of you, he’s less embarrassed but still a bit awkward about it. He’s not 100% comfortable with just coming out and telling you what he needs.

He is mostly a bottom. His favorite position is the face-off position in which you straddle him while he’s sitting and ride him.

He loves tangling his fingers in your hair as the two of you passionately kiss while you’re bouncing up and down on him.

He is the Avatar of Envy, though. And, if you decide to make him jealous in any way shape or form, he will quickly be in control. He will be very dominant and very possessive of you.

Roleplaying is Levi’s kink. He has hundreds of fantasies that he wants to try out with you if you’re willing. And he'll be open to trying an roleplaying fantasies you have in return.

Afterwards, once you’ve both come down from your high and gotten cleaned up, Levi will be very affectionate. He’ll hold you close as you cuddle and watch anime together.

Satan did his best to maintain his calm and composed appearance. But, if you kiss his neck, he is a blushing mess and he melts into your touch.

When Satan gets turned on, you notice because he would slowly start to lose control of himself. It would start with something simple like stuttering or not being able to focus on the task at hand. Then it would move to him not being able to take his eyes off of you.

If he was trying to really restrain himself, he would close his eyes and clench his jaws. His hands would grip whatever was nearby as he did what he could to not go down on you wherever you were. But, you best believe he didn’t hold himself back in the bedroom.

Satan is the dominant type. He prefers to be on top, taking control of the situation in the bedroom. But, sometimes you can take him by surprise and top. He enjoys it both ways.

His favorite position is missionary. It’s traditional, yes. But he enjoys being able to stare into your eyes or kiss you passionately as he thrusts into you, confessing his love over and over again.

He is great with his hands, knowing when and where to put them to edge you closer and closer to your climax.

He has a big collaring kink because it reminds him of cats. If you’re comfortable with it, he would love to see you wearing a cat collar in public. Especially if it had a name tag saying you belonged to him. If you prefer something more subtle, a choker will do. Seeing anything resembling the sort will turn him on either way.

He also loves it when you mark him as yours. If you leave bite marks or scratches, he’ll flaunt them. He wants everyone to know exactly who he belongs to.

Aftercare consists of a lot of pillow-talk. He feels so close to you after sex and he wants to further that bond by getting to know you through words as well. He wants to know every part of you.

Being the Avatar of Lust, Asmo is ready to take you into the bedroom the same day that he meets you. But, he’ll be respectful and let you decide when you’re ready to take things to the next level.

Asmo is never shy about admitting when he’s turned on. Especially when it comes to you. When he doesn’t just come out and say it, he shows his arousal through his words. He likes to get really close to you and gently play with your hair while he tells you over and over how beautiful you are.

If you don’t give him what he wants, he’ll mention specific body parts and what makes them so beautiful until you finally cave.

Asmo’s favorite thing to do is tantric massages. He is big on setting the perfect scene in his bedroom with scented candles, dim lights, and music.

He’ll get the best oil he can find and have you start by laying on your stomach. He’ll massage every inch of your back side thoroughly before asking you to flip over.

He is all about pleasuring you and will intensely watch your expressions as he rubs his hands over all of your most sensitive spots, his eyes lighting up when you finally hit your climax.

Asmo is a switch. If you want to please him, go right ahead. If you want all of him, he’ll give it to you anywhere in any position. He’s good at everything.

One of Asmo’s most prominent kinks is mixophilia. He loves to look at the mirror while the two of you are having sex so he can see both of your expressions of ecstasy. If you were okay with it, he might even bring out the video camera.

Afterwards, the two of you will finish the night with a lot of sensual touching. You would gently run your fingers through his hair and he would rub your arms and back. Asmo would confess his love for you while touching you gently like this to further prove his feelings.

Beel doesn’t express his feelings through words often, so he’s very comfortable with showing the way he feels about you through actions.

And sex is one of the biggest way he shows you how much he loves you.

Because he usually isn’t very vocal with his wants and needs, you notice when Beel is turned on by the way he’ll be staring at you.

He always looks at you, but when he’s aroused, he will be staring intensely at you, watching your every movement as his eyes trace over every inch of your body.

Beel is used to being the dominant one, but doesn’t mind if you want to take control in the bedroom.

His favorite position is the sexed-up snuggle position. He loves wrapping his arms around you in practically a bear hug and kissing you passionately as he thrusts into you. He holds you as close as he can, which is his way of showing you how deeply he cares about you.

Beel would undoubtedly be into food play. It would drive him crazy being able to indulge in his sin while also having you in an intimate way.

If food is involved, he will use only his mouth instead of his hands. He’ll leave small bite marks on you and it’ll turn him on even more if you leave your own bite marks on him.

After sleeping together, Beel won’t want to leave your side. But, he worked up quite the appetite and his stomach is already growling.

He’ll have you put on one of his long t-shirts and the two of you will cook together in the kitchen. He’ll hug you and give you small kisses in between making the food and when it’s done, he’ll have you on his lap and feed you bites if you wanted some.

Belphie is one who gets what he wants when he wants; and considering he spends most of his time in bed, the two of you sleep together a lot.

When Belphie’s turned on, he’ll start getting really touchy. If you’re laying in bed with him, he’ll let his hands start roaming, touching you in neutral places like your legs, arms, or stomach; and then he’ll get more daring.

If you are in public, Belphie will walk close to you, holding your hand or wrapping an arm around your waist. If you don’t pay him proper attention, he’ll start whispering things in your ear until you’re blushing and agreeing to go to the bedroom with him.

In the bedroom, Belphie is mostly a bottom. His favorite position is the cowgirl position. He loves looking into your eyes and gripping your hips while you ride him.

If he’s feeling particularly temperamental, he’ll take control in the bedroom. Pinning your wrist and legs down so that you can’t move as he does whatever he wants to you.

To no one’s surprise, Belphie’s kink is breath play. Although, given your history with him, he’ll triple check to make sure you’re okay with it before trying it in the bedroom. Even then he’s very cautious about making sure not to actually hurt you.

He likes things a bit rough and it drives him crazy when you pull his hair or leave hickeys on him.

Afterwards, Belphie likes pulling your naked body on top of him, wrapping his arms around you as he cuddles you. He’ll hold you intimately, his careful touches conveying the feelings he has for you.