#the lengths i go to to make sure my partners are satisfied in bed and they can't even let me keep the damn things i buy to make them happy

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I am going to make you wear the cat ears.

-every ex I've ever had

[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 27 - With pleasure.

Sebastian Michaelis x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: there’s information you have and so Ciel gives his Demon butler permission to get the information needed at any means necessary.

Word count: 1.3k

CW: NSFW and adult content, noble!reader, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering, belly bulge, slight size difference, biting, blood, mention of doggie style, missionary, riding, slight master/servant dynamic.

“Thank you for the meal lord Phantomhive, but I should really be retiring to bed now” you hummed and placed your napkins on the table, the young boy nodded and then signalled for his butler, “take the young lady to her room, make sure she’s comfortable” he demanded and you almost wanted to protest but you noticed the looked the two shared, this made you want to see where this was going, what they were planning.

You walked beside the tall man in silence before he stopped at a door, “this is your room my lady, allow me to help you ready for bed” Sebastian offered and you looked at him as if he had sprouted another head, “are you mad! You a servant asked to accompany a noble woman into her room” you scolded and turned quickly, you entered the room swiftly though before you could close the door the man forced himself in the doorway, “what is the meaning of this? You must return to your master at once” you demanded however the butler only stepped forward into the room and closed the door behind him.

“My master has given me permission to be here, I’m sure you’ll find my company most pleasant my lady” Sebastian smiled and walked over to you before slowly reaching for your cheek, you shifted slightly and looked over at the door before pulling away from the man, you walked over to the bed and sat down, “so then what’s your price?” You asked and Sebastian’s smile deepened before he walked over to the bed and knelt before you, “you, my dear lady will only have to pay me with secrets” he hummed and grabbed one of your legs before he began removing your shoe, then moving to the next.

Sebastian made quick work of your clothes and soon enough you were left in your shift, laying on the bed with the butler standing at the end of the bed watching your body, “I must admit you have quite lovely assets my lady” he chuckled and began removing his blazer and vest before rolling up his sleeve, Sebastian climbed into the bed and leaned over you before his gloved hands ran up your legs to your most private part where little to few men have ever ventured, you hummed as the softness of his gloved fingers rubbed light circles over your clit, “so you were a whore before your were a butler?” You chuckled and the man also chuckled before leaning down and lifting you shift up over your hips, then leaning in and licking over your wet folds, “no my lady, I was no whore, though I’m well experienced in pleasing men and women alike” he hummed and you smiled before moaning and running your fingers into his soft black hair, “I see you’re one of those types” you watched as he mouth and tongue worked over your folds and bud, “I’m simply one hell of a butler, my lady” he chuckled and buried his face between your plush thighs, while pressing his gloved fingers into your eager open.

You moaned loudly at Sebastian worked a third finger into you as he ravaged you with his tongue and lips, however just as you reached completion he pulled back suddenly and moved over you fully, “tell me all your uncle’s trade partners” he hummed and you instantly began listing out names, once he was satisfied he began working his fingers back into you, however this time he also began unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, he released his semi hard length and began pumping it slowly, “now my lady, are you brave enough to take me inside you, or shell I finally finish you off on my fingers” he smiled and began seductively curling his fingers into you, you moaned and looked down as his large dangling cock simply hanging comfortably between his legs, you shuddered at the thought of taking in, maybe even grinding on the handsome butler all while his monstrous cock was nestled inside you, or perhaps having the man bending you over on all fours and thrusting slowly into you as he slapped your ass, though the last one just fell so right.

You open your legs and lifted them up and over his shoulders, “I want that thing inside me, don’t bother taking it easy on me” you moaned feeling his fingers slowly pulling out of you before he roughly thrusted his solid length into you, “so bold… I like that” he smiled and you gasped at the fullness however the butler gave you no time to adjust before he began thrusting in and out of you, his entire length would completely disappear inside you, his tip bulging in your lower belly before he’d pull out almost completely, he’d continue this in a rapid speed causing you to grab his shoulder with one hand, while the other reaching up and rested on the headboard in hopes it’d stop you from moving up.

“My lady, you’re so sweet… your smell, your feel, and especially your taste…” Sebastian hummed in your ear as he licked his lips and moved into your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin, “so taste, I’d eat you completely” he chuckled and you moaned, not understanding the real meaning behind his words, his hips continued their quick, rough pace as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up into his lap, your legs and arms wrapped around him and your head hung back as you took everything he gave you.

Hours, it had been hours since you both started and now you were sat atop Sebastian, grinding on his cock, your hands ran up into your hair as you body winded and rolled above him, the butler had undone his shirt by this point and discarded his soiled gloves, he’s hands held your hips and he watched you intensely, “you look so delicious” he hummed and you giggled before you began bouncing on him, “what part looks the most delicious?” You asked through a moan and he chuckled, “I wouldn’t lived a single drop of you left” he smiled and leant up before biting your breast, you moaned loudly now certainly the entire manner could hear what was happening, “Sebastian, I’m going to release again… will you join me?” You cried as your cunt squeezed around him, he chuckled with the skin of your breast still between his teeth, he released your flesh droplets of your blood staining his teeth before his licked them clean, “with pleasure, my lady” he smiled, eyes narrowing into slits, before he groaned while your moaned and cried, you released before feeling Sebastian pull himself from you and suddenly release all over your swollen and abused entrance.

You sat on the edge of the bed as the butler wiped your body clean, he was knelt before you and slowly wiped the damp rag over your cunt, “do you believe you were paid justly for your services butler?” You asked remember at the information he got out of you, he nodded but paused for a moment and looked at the bite mark on your breast before he leant up and bit down hard on your other breast, now drawing blood, you yelped and he laughed as he licked up all the droplets of blood, “now you have payed for me services” he smiled and you rolled your eyes before placing your foot on his shoulder and pulling him back, opening your legs while, “if a small bite is all it takes, you wanna eat me so bad then get eating” you hummed spreading your lips apart, he grinned and sharp tooth grin as his eyes flashed a quick red before he leant in.

“With pleasure” Sebastian smirked, you were yet to figure out the beast you had let into your bed.

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 26 - Keishin Ukai: Toys.

Day 28 - Eijiro Kirishima: A Hero’s ‘Actress’.

[kupidachillea]

how I think Ancient Greek mythology boys would treat you hcs:

Achilles:

🏺-He’s a bit possessive, not entirely in a ‘red flag’ kind of way but a ‘My partner, I’ll kill you if you touch them” type of way

🏺- He doesn’t like to admit it but he loves to cuddle and hold you close. Especially after he takes a cold shower- he’ll just flop down next to you and shimmy over until he’s on top of you and he’ll just stay there; recharging from your warmth

🏺-he’s definitely more of a physical touch is his lover language type of guy. So holding hands, kisses on the cheeks, touching your hair, caressing you softly. Yeah- that’s what he likes

🏺- He seriously doesn’t like it when other men try to flirt with you..it rubs him the wrong way and it makes his anger bubble up, but he’s definitely not about to go over there and punch the guy in the face……at least..not when you’re around

🏺- He gets anxious when he sees you hurt, like I’m talking about, sprained ankle, flesh wounds, things like that. He grumbles to himself and makes you promise to be more careful.

Patroclus:

🌿- He’s not as possessive as Achilles, but he definitely has his possessive tendencies, like when you’re talking to another man, he’ll casually stroll on up and wrap his arms around you and just watch the guy with narrowed eyes

🌿- he’s a big old puppy dog, he loves hugging you whenever he can. He loves showering you with kisses. It’s just his thing. He especially enjoys holding you in bed and just listening to you heart beat

🌿-However, he loves giving gifts as well. From flowers to home cooked meals. You name it.

🌿- He doesn’t get as jealous as Achilles, but he only locks in when another man or woman is touching you inappropriately without your permission..he hates it.. he’ll try to be polite but stern about it.

🌿- If you ever get hurt, he doesn’t worry that much- because he’s confident he can heal any wound you appear to him with.,though he’d rather prevent than cure…

Perseus:

🛡️- He’s a big old golden retriever boy. He doesn’t get jealous easily because he’s confident that you wouldn’t leave him. He’s only a bit clingy and he almost always insists on carrying you places

🛡️- his love language is words of affirmation, or just loving words in general while he places soft kisses to your hand or palm. The look of devotion in his eyes when you stare back at him. The soft “My love…” or “my beloved..”..it just hits home for him.

🛡️- he loves to have you in his arms whenever he can. It just comes naturally to him, nuzzling your neck as he giggles and cuddles you on the sofa or bed or even the floor. He especially loves to tickle you just to hear your giggles.

🛡️- like mention before. He doesn’t get jealous that easily, instead he’ll probably loudly proclaim that you’re his spouse. And he gets a satisfied look on his face when he sees the scowl on other men or even women.

🛡️- if you get hurt he’ll apologise for not looking after you more carefully..even when you tell him it’s fine.he’s disappointed in himself for letting it happen. Especially under his roof. However anytime you do come to him to get it patched up. He’ll always give a small kiss to the treated wound. Like “boo boos go bye bye”

Orpheus:

🎼- He’s a bit sheepish with touch, but as soon as he warms up to it, he really loves to hold hands..and cuddle. It makes him feel safe and relaxed

🎼- He isn’t totally possessive, but he does make sure the person is at least an arms length away from you.. for their sake.

🎼- he loves to write odes to you. Songs, poems, the works. He’s got an entire book of love letters and an even bigger journal of songs and poems he’ll read to you.

🎼- He’s not really a jealous person but does get a bit moody and pouty, and sometimes he unintentionally stares at the man that’s flirting with you, and it’s so uncomfortable that the man leaves you alone. 🎼- when you get hurt, he’ll most certainly heal you. No doubt about, however he mutters to himself before you call him out on it. He apologises but it’s honestly cute, the way his brow furrows and his eyes are filled with worry. Afterwords he holds you in a soft hug.

sksksksksk I might do more of this. Eh if you see this and like it- drop more mytho boys for me to write about

[straylightdream]

what am i missing | 3racha

act three: “Let’s get you naked.”

↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole, oral (fem & male receiving), piv, unprotected sex, groping, threesome, use or traffic light system, choking, and spanking, more warning to come.

Changbin hasn’t always been as confident as he is now. He spent his teen years struggling with being shy. When he got to college he really became more confident.

From the moment Changbin lost his virginity he learned his favorite thing about having sex was pleasing his partner. As soon as he discovered you didn’t know what it’s like to be with someone whose only goal was to bring you pleasure, he knew he wanted to be that person for you.

Since he met you, you were always close but he always felt a need to protect you and wanted to make sure you were happy.

Kissing Changbin felt completely different then any boy you had kissed before. One hand held your face while resting his other hand on your soft side. He slowly walked you backwards until your back hit the door with a thud.

“I’m going to worship you,” he groans with his lips against yours.

Pulling away from your lips he gives you a lust filled look. “Can we go to my room?” You say finally speaking. The thought of having sex in the middle of your living made you feel self conscious for some reason.

Without a word he leads you to your bedroom. He shuts the door and smiles. “Let’s get you naked.”

It took very little effort for him to have you completely naked.

Laying on your back with your legs spread. He pressed wet kisses across your thigh. The moment his lips touched your clit you couldn’t help but moan. Your fingers tangle in his soft curls while his mouth pushes you closer and closer to the edge. With every guy you've ever been with, none of them ever seemed eager to eat you out, while Changbin wanted to and was enthusiastic about it.

Your first orgasm you have with Changbin has you arching your back off bed while your fingers tug on his hair. Your voice doesn’t even sound like your own as you moan his name loudly. Thank god you live alone and nobody can hear the noise coming out of you. Your grip loosens on his hair and you throw your hair back gasping for air.

Pushing himself up, Changbin is wearing a satisfied grin before licking his lips. “That was fucking hot.”

“I’ve never come that hard,” you pant, still trying to catch your breath.

“We haven’t even gotten to the best part. Do you have any condoms?” He asks, pushing down his boxers.

“Top draw of my nightstand.”

Hoping off your bed he opens the drawer and pulls out two things. Your cheeks instantly flush at the sight of him holding up your pink vibrator.

“One time we’ll have to play with this together,” he smirks before setting it on top of your nightstand.

Tearing the foil packet open he slowly slides it down his length. Changbin is thick so you know it’s what’s about to happen and is gonna feel good. Getting onto the bed he sits on his knees between your spread legs.

He slides this thick length between your folds. His head brushes your sensitive clit earning a gasp. He reaches down maneuvering your leg so it rests on his shoulder.

“Are you sure you want me to fuck you?” He asked, tapping his dick against your already wet pussy.

“Please.”

The moment he slowly pushed into you a soft moan passed your lips. One of his hands gripped your thigh while the other rubbed your hip. His eyes were locked on yours while a smile played across his lips. “Are you going to be a good girl and take all of me?”

His words lit a fire inside you. You couldn’t even think of words to form you just mindlessly nodded your head.

Once you were filled completely he stills gave you a moment. You look at him and can’t help but notice how incredibly good looking he is. “God you’re hot,” you groan.

He laughs lightly. “You’re beautiful,” he says before kissing your knee.

“Can you move?”

His thrust are slow but firm at first. He’s making sure he’s hitting a deep spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. Having sex is different than anything you have experienced before. Your stomach feels like a coil is tightening with each and every thrust. He still sitting on his knees between your legs. His hand kneads your thigh and the other hand rest on top to your core. His thumb is dragging slow circles across your sensitive clit.

“I’m close,” you whimper.

“Are you going to come again?”

“Please.” Your body craves the feeling of falling apart again. You want the sweet release that Changbin is going to give you. The coil snaps and your walls flutter around his thick length. Having sex with Changbin is like nothing you have ever experienced before.

As you ride out your high he finds his own release. He stays in you for a long moment gently rubbing your thigh as his chest rises and falls.

He pulls out you removing the condom and tossing it in the bin. He lays down next to you and gently presses his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. Without even thinking you curl up next to him resting your head on his chest.

[depressopax]

Jesse Pinkman NSFW headcanons

Pairing: Jesse x gn!reader Genre: Smut SFW version + relationship headcanons can be found here! Warning(s): Breaking bad spoilers! Sexual content, Words: 661 Summary: Being in a relationship with Jesse Pinkman would include... Keep in mind english is not my first language. If I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! :)

He’s a switch. Likes being in charge, but loves being submissive and having someone take care of him.

He is always prepared. He probably has a drawer of condoms and lube.

Maybe toys, too… 

I feel like Jesse has a praising kink. Call him a “good boy”, and he’s all yours. 

He also loves dirty talking. Even if it's cheesy or “cringe”, he likes it when you tell him he’s big, or when you tell him how much you need his cock. Jesse also loves dirty talking with you, telling you how good you are for him, that you are sexy, and he will whisper all the naughty things he’s gonna do to you.  

He likes to take his time with his partner. 

Enjoys the before and after as much as he likes the sex. 

When it comes to oral… Honestly? He prefers receiving. 

If he’s stressed from work, he would just like to lean back and have you take care of him. 

He’d have you on your knees, between his legs, working your lips over his length as he leans back and smokes a cigarette or drinks a beer. 

It’s just the best stress relief ever. 

And he thinks you look so damn hot when giving him heads. 

 Jesse just admires your face and the seeing you turn into a drooling mess, especially when you have tears in your eyes from the work you put in. 

EYE CONTACT.

…Look at him as you suck him off. He’ll go crazy from pleasure. 

He doesn’t really care about how he comes across when receiving oral. Jesse would probably whimper, beg and moan your name.

This would be an opportunity for you to totally take charge. Just tease and edge him a bit, and he’ll be under your spell. 

Jesse would probably try to not climax too quickly during sex, but when you suck him off, he can barely control it. He would cum hard, and fast. 

Giving oral is such a turn on for him.

He could spend hours between your legs (and probably would, too.)

Your moans are like music to his ears.

And he just loves how you taste, and would not be shy to tell you so.

He likes eye contact when receiving, but also when giving. He wants all of your attention. 

Seeing you in pure ecstasy is a turn on.

And the fact that he can make you cum by only using his mouth is enough to make him go crazy. 

It boosts his ego lol

He would brag about it and tease you about it every moment he gets.

He is very handsy in bed. His hands are everywhere, all at once. He likes touching your chest, neck and throat, hips and thighs, and of course your private region.

Jesse could probably spend hours just exploring your naked skin with his hands.

He takes his time to prepare you before taking you. 

Your comfort would be his priority, although he might be a bit selfish in the heat of the moment. 

Therefore, he prefers sex to be slow and passionate, but doesn’t mind being fast and rough if you’re into that. 

He especially prefers being rough when he’s stressed or angry, just taking out all frustration in the bedroom with some fast and sloppy lovemaking. 

He makes sure you’re satisfied and that you cum. He wants you to enjoy yourself. 

He’s careful to always use condoms, no matter what type of relationship you’re in. If you want it another way, you would have to convince him to do so. 

AFTERCARE KING <3 

Doesn’t matter if he’s the dominant or submissive one, he will pamper you either way. 

But he also expects the same treatment if you’re rough with him. 

He can be very needy after sex, and loves being taken care of.

Afterwards, he will cuddle up next to you, whisper sweet words and fall asleep with you in his arms. 

“I love you, y/n…”

*sobs* I need a Jesse in my life bruh

[starrylothcat]

Hey Starry! Wasn't sure if those prompts you shared were an invitation for requests, but I thought I'd shoot my shot.

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

With either Fives, Jesse, or Kix? Or someone else if you're not feeling them. And a f!reader if that's okay. I'm a sucker for first-time sex.

Feel free to ignore!

First Time

Pairing: Jesse x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Jesse having been dating for awhile and you decide to go all the way with him.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW. 18+. PiV sex, virgin reader’s first time, some cuteness and fluffy ending. A hint of possessive Jesse.

WC: ~2300

A/N: Sorry this took so long, anon! The holiday season has been a whirlwind for me and I’m finally at a place where I have time to write! I’m also a sucker for first-time sex, I hope this is what you had in mind. Enjoy some Juicy Jesse! This is also my first time writing him so I hope I did him some justice 😊

When Jesse escorted you back to your apartment after your dinner date, you knew you wouldn’t be watching a Holomovie like you suggested.

You and the ARC trooper have been dating for a bit now, taking it slow and getting to know one another.

You’ve had short-term relationships in the past, but they never seemed to work out. You were getting ready to give up and knew trying to find a partner during a war no less was a silly dream.

When Jesse waltzed into your life, though, his boyish charm and resolute dedication to his brothers won you over quickly. You never expected to date a soldier, but when Jesse asked you out for a caf, the rest was history.

Everything was so easy with Jesse, and you didn’t want to rush it or mess it up. And he didn’t either.

As your relationship progressed and became more serious and physical, you told him you were technically a virgin, not yet going all the way with a partner.

Jesse just smiled and kissed you, saying you could go as slow as you needed. He would never pressure you into something you weren’t ready for.

You had barely started the Holomovie when Jesse’s lips were on yours, fervent and passionate, taking the breath out of one another’s lungs with each pass of your lips and caress of one another’s bodies.

You were soon on your bed, stripped of both your clothes, kissing and exploring, mumbling praise and pleasured sighs, basking in one another’s arousal.

Jesse had just finished satisfying you with his mouth and fingers, something he took great pride in and would happily do all night if you let him.

Jesse smiled into your neck pressing his rigid length into your thigh, waiting for you to catch your breath after your orgasm.

This is when you’d return the favor, taking him in your mouth or hand, fulfilling him just as much as he pleasured you.

You had other plans, though. You wanted him inside you. You were ready for the next step.

“Jesse…I want you. I want all of you.” You whispered, lightly tracing his facial tattoo as he locked eyes with yours.

“Are you sure?” He asked, studying your face, making sure he was understanding what you were asking.

“I am sure, Jesse.” You smiled, still gently tracing his face. “We’ve been together for a while now and…I want my first time to be with you. I’m ready if you are.”

“Yes, Maker, yes I am.”

Jesse closed his eyes, kissing you deeply, his heart fluttering at the thought, both from his nerves and the trust you were bestowing upon him.

When he pulled away for a breath, he also pulled himself away from you.

“Let me know if you want to stop at any time.”

You nodded. “I will. Don’t worry Jesse.”

“I can sit against the headboard, so you can be in control.” Jesse nipped at your neck, the realization of him burying himself inside your soft, beautiful pussy exciting him beyond measure.

You agreed, adjusting yourself so you sat on his lap, his back against the headboard on your bed.

You slowly rubbed your slick pussy on his thick cock, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. You both moaned, and Jesse took hold of your plush hips.

You could feel how hot and ready Jesse’s cock was for you, precum dribbling from his swollen tip.

You needed him inside you.

You grasped his bulky shoulders as you lined yourself up, pressing his tip to your entrance.

You sunk on him, slowly. Your breath hitched as he entered you, immediately feeling the intrusion. Jesse let out a low moan as your velvety walls enveloped him.

“That’s right, baby. Take your time.” Jesse rubbed your back as you sank lower, adjusting to his size. You were used to his fingers, but they were still nowhere near the length or girth of his cock.

“Jesse,” you quietly gasped, stopping momentarily, almost bottoming out.

“If it’s too much, we can stop-“ Jesse looked worried, bringing his hands to cup your face.

“N-no.” You smiled, kissing him gently on the lips. “I want to keep going.”

He nodded, letting out a low moan as you fully took him, a sound that sent a jolt of desire straight to your core.

“Kriff, baby, you feel amazing.” His pupils were blown, his hands now tenderly cupping your breasts, squeezing and kneading as he let you take the lead.

You gripped his shoulders, moving your hips a little, still adjusting to him inside you. You weren’t entirely sure what to expect, but it was better than any fantasy. You felt so full, so close to him. Connected not just physically, but emotionally as well.

“You feel amazing, too.”

Pleasure was beginning to override the discomfort of his girth inside you, allowing your body to relax and focusing your mind on how amazing you felt.

You honed in on how good his fingers were as they played with your breasts and his shallow breathing through his nose as you tightened around him.

You gave him a coy smile, moving slightly.

“Ah, Jesse, you’re so good inside me.”

Jesse groaned in approval, latching his lips to your nipple, sucking and nibbling as you began to slowly ride him.

“So wet…so warm…” He moaned into the flesh of your breasts as he reveled in everything that were you. “Wanna stay like this forever…” Jesse locked eyes with you. “You feel incredible around me.

Every delicious sound that left your lips as you rolled your hips on him stoked the fire that was burning in his body. You felt like heaven.

“So perfect.” Jesse let out a ragged breath. “You're taking me so well, mesh’la.”

Jesse buried his face in your neck, wrapping his arms around you, inhaling your scent and gently bucking his hips up into you.

You moaned, riding him faster, focusing on how his thick cock felt sliding in and out of you.

Pleasure was now mounting, electric zaps of bliss up your spine every time you sunk on his cock, taking him deeper each time.

Jesse was now moving too, matching your pace and carefully thrusting up into you.

“Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?” Jesse increased his thrusts, sinful sounds leaving his lips as you involuntarily clenched around him.

“It’s good, you’re good, so good Jesse…” Your thighs were beginning to burn, his cock now nudging something deep inside you that made your eyelids flutter.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep up this position for long, though, the strain in your thighs from straddling his thick ones beginning to distract you from pleasure.

“Jesse…can we change positions?” You slowed down, easing the tension in your legs.

“Anything for you, mesh’la.” Jesse nodded as you climbed off him, laying on your back. “As long as I get to be back inside you.”

He hovered over you, resting his weight on his forearms around your head.

“Ready?” He kissed your jaw, waiting for your okay to enter you, sliding his cock through your folds.

You nodded, whispering a hoarse “Yes,” desire flooding your senses wholly.

Jesse carefully pressed back into you, both of you sighing at the sensation.

He didn’t move at first, still looking down at you.

“What?” You asked, bashful under his worshipful gaze.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Jesse murmured, kissing your neck, sucking gently at the spot he knew drove you wild. “So, so beautiful. Your sounds, your body, your everything…”

You mewled at his praise, feeling him twitch inside you as you clenched around him, earning a deep rumble from him, as well as a breathless chuckle.

“Kriff, baby if you keep that up I’m not gonna last…barely holding on as it is.”

Jesse pressed hot kisses from your throat to your jawline, then finally to your lips which he captured in a heated kiss. Your tongues danced as his hips began to move, slowly and with purpose.

You arched yourself up into him, your soft whimpers becoming louder and more desperate moans of his name.

Jesse couldn’t get enough of how your body was reacting to him, how your nails were digging into his shoulder blades, your ankles locked around his waist as you both ascended higher in your shared ecstasy.

Your bodies were perfectly entwined, and Jesse felt something bubble inside him, a possessiveness he hadn’t felt before. As he witnessed your pleasured expressions, feeling the most intimate parts of you that no one had ever felt before, he could barely hold on to his control any longer.

Jesse gripped your hips, pressing his mouth to yours in a passionate, frenzied kiss.

He moaned your name, resting his muscular forearms around your head, his cock hitting deeper than his fingers and tongue have ever been able to go.

“I love that no one else has seen you like this…” Jesse panted against your lips, beginning to move faster, sliding almost out of you, before thrusting in until his hips met yours. “…that no one else has felt you before, been inside you.”

“Ah - Jesse, I’m yours, I’m all yours…!” Your mind was fuzzy with pleasure, his sexy words bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

His voice was deep, desperate, cut with moans as he quickened the snap of his hips into you.

“They don't get to have you, but I do.”

Jesse’s words shot white-hot liquid desire through your veins, his pelvis providing just enough friction to bring you close to your release, but you needed more.

“I need you, please, Jesse I want to come!”

Jesse knew what you were asking for, and didn’t hesitate to place a practiced finger on your swollen and sensitive clit. He rubbed tight circles just the way you liked it, stars appearing in your vision.

“Come for me, baby. Need you.” His voice was husky and deep, laced with desperation as he brought you mind-numbing pleasure.

Your body shuddered beneath him, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter, the lewd sounds of where you were connected filling the room pairing with the even more lewd sounds leaving your lips.

“Jesse, I’m gonna, I’m so close…I want to come for you…I…” You gasped out as Jesse laced his free hand with yours above your head. You couldn’t believe how good he felt, how good he made you feel.

You know he had a few short flings in the past like you did, but this was different. It was different for both of you. Jesse had never felt so close, so in tune with a partner before, and you hadn’t either. The realization was almost overwhelming for both of you.

“Come for me, baby, that’s it, just like that.” Jesse’s voice brought you back to reality for a short second, and with a final circle of his finger, your orgasm crashed over your body.

Waves of intense pleasure spread from your spine to the tips of your toes and fingers, accentuated by his cock driving into you again and again.

You weren’t sure how many times you cried out his name as you rode your high, never feeling so connected and cared for as Jesse pressed his lips to yours again, swallowing your broken cries.

“Wh-where?” Jesse could barely speak, his peak nearing dangerously close as your eyelids fluttered open to meet his, bringing his hand from your clit to entwine with your other.

You looked like an angel, flushed and blissed out, your eyes holding nothing but adoration for him.

“Inside, Jesse, please come inside me.”

With a final snap of his hips, he stilled and gave you everything he had, not able to hold back upon hearing those words breathlessly whispered from your swollen lips.

You felt Jesse pulse and fill you with his warm release, his muscles shaking against your body as he hoarsely moaned your name into the side of your neck.

You whispered his name, tracing his back as he relaxed on top of you, his hips slowing as his cock softened, but not quite yet ready to leave you.

You lay there, holding one another. Jesse lifted his head to look at you, smiling. He carefully pulled out, loving your quiet whimper at the loss of him.

Jesse flopped to your side, pulling you into his chest.

“Was that okay?” He sounded nervous, unsure. “I didn’t hurt you or anything?”

“Jesse, it was amazing.” You pecked his lips, nestling your head on his chest. He let out a breath, nuzzling closer to you.

“It really was.”

Jesse kissed the top of your head.

Jesse sat up, lifting himself off the bed. You watched as his tanned, thick body disappeared into your refresher. He emerged a few moments later with a warm, damp towel and you could hear the sound of your bath running.

Jesse carefully cleaned you up before cuddling back with you on the bed.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” He mumbled, absentmindedly drawing circles on your arm with his hand.

“I know.” You smiled, his laugh at your response reverberating in his chest.

“You mean the world to me, mesh’la. I’m glad we could share this together. Thank you for trusting me.”

“It’s more than trust, Jess. You mean the world to me, too, and that’s why I wanted to take the next step in our relationship with you. At least that’s how I see it.” You blushed, hoping you weren’t moving too quickly for him.

Jesse wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. “That’s how I see it, too.” His voice was quiet, but absolutely sincere. “I’ve never felt this way toward anyone before.”

You touched your lips to his in a gentle kiss.

“That makes two of us.”

Jesse grinned, his forehead touching yours.

You sat there for a moment as the bath warmed up, basking in new feelings that you knew would only grow from here.

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Dividers by the ever amazing and lovely @dystopicjumpsuit

[or0ch1maru]

If you would want to write it: I'd die to see more of your exhibitionist Tobi!! 😳🙏🏻

18+, minors DNI! Pure filth, smut and more smut

Rough sex, degrading, praising, Exhibitionism, Obito makes an appearance🫶🏻

Clenched my thighs together while writing this, omg😩 he’s just so dreamy…fuck

•

•you pissed off your partner, and royally for that matter

•but yet again, your boyfriend is REALLY jealous, despite the ruse he shows off to the rest of your team. The childlike, goofy, and sarcastic attitude is nothing compared to his true personality

•how you got yourself in this position, face mushed deep into your mattress as Tobi’s cock repeatedly hits your g-spot, orgasm after orgasm, even your begging and whining about being overstimulated isn’t enough for him to stop, which only makes you wetter

•is because you were seen by your usual sweet natured partner as you spoke with Deidara. You listened intently as the explosive blonde went into detail about his most recent mission, wrecking havoc with his explosives when Tobi rounded the corner and spotted you

•of course, your sweet boy acted like he always does, teasing and taunting his comrade about his detonating jutsu until Deidara had enough, leaving for his room

•that’s when your felt Tobi’s gloved hand grip the back of your neck firmly, guiding you back to your shared bedroom

•he wasted no time stripping you of your cloak and clothes, leaving them in a pile somewhere near the bed

•despite being fully nude, Tobi’s clothed. Apart from his akatsuki cloak, which he goes without while he’s home, he’s hidden under his long sleeve, and everyday pants.

• “think you’re being cute huh? Laughing it up with deidara when you know all he wants to do is get in your pants?” Tobi growls from behind you as he positions you how he wants on your bed. Face down, ass up, with your legs spread. Everything on display for your boyfriend

•a swift smack lands on your ass, causing you to let out a whine. The dull ache between your legs growing to a persistent throb as his hand lands another firm spank to your soft flesh

• “you think I’m dumb, don’t you? Thinking you can just parade around here, looking cute as you talk to other men. Acting like I don’t exist” Tobi continues, throwing taunts and accusations at you every which way. A satisfied hum leaves his lips as he watches you clench around nothing

•taking note of how pathetic you look, from your ass, all red and tender, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as he teases yet refusing to touch you, to your puffy clit, all wet with your slick

•he gives you a mercy

•you faintly hear him spit, pulling his mask back down before cupping your cunt

•you twitch beneath him as you feel a finger trace up and down over your slit. The slow pace in which your partner is moving, is making you impatient

• “Tobi..” you whine your partners name as you buck backwards into his hand, which he replies with a smack to your cunt

• “behave baby or you’ll get nothing.” He coo’s, going back to his ministrations.

•you gasp when you feel a large finger slide in, pumping in and out. Lewd noises coming from your pussy mix with your muffled moans, only to get louder as he slips a second finger inside you.

•you always wonder how much more he can stretch you, only to be constantly reminded anytime he finger fucks you, getting you prepared before filling you with his length

•you cum embarrassingly fast the moment he slides a third digit in, drenching the sheets beneath you as you squirt and make a mess all over his gloves

• “so fucking pathetic..such a dirty girl baby” Tobi purrs as he fucks you through your orgasm, pulling his hand away to pull his cock out

•you push your hips back when you feel his tip prod your entrance, eager for your boyfriend to fuck you

•you’ll never admit it, even though you’re pretty sure he knows, but you purposely go out of your way to hold long conversations with your teammates, only to end up like this. Fucked stupid to the point you can’t even remember your own name

•both of you let out a moan as you feel each other. Tobi’s hands firmly grip your hips as he pushes himself deeper.

•your small hands bunching up the sheets in your grip

•he starts off with slow, and deep thrusts. Letting you take him to the hilt

•before picking up his pace, fucking into you with abandon

•you’ve cum four times already, just from the short time you’ve been filled by him

•and you’re about to make it five times when the knock on your bedroom door scares it away

•you tense, trying to hide your face in the bed to keep your moans from being heard, only for Tobi to fuck you harder

•he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up so that your back is against his chest. The new angle only making it harder to control yourself

• “be nice and tell whoever’s on the other side of the door to come in”, demands your partner.

• “but-.” You begin, only to be met with a single hard thrust

• “don’t make me ask twice baby” he coo’s, bringing the hand that was holding your hip around until he finds your clit, rubbing gentle circles over the puffy nub

• “c-come in” you manage to say. Your words breaking as you feel a mix of pleasure, so close to the edge as Tobi plays with you, to the embarrassment that whoever is on the other side of your door is going to see you like this

•the door slides open, and all you hear is “hey, so as I was saying earlier-.” Deidara’s sentence comes to a stop as he takes in the scene

•Tobi buried deep within your walls, one hand playing with your clit as the other holds you against him by your neck

•your tits bouncing with each thrust

•apart from your leader pain, and his wife, Konan, Deidara is the only other mate to hear Tobi’s real voice, which doesn’t surprise you when you hear him converse back to the blonde

•what surprises you, is how fast your fifth orgasm rolls around as you feel Deidara’s eyes on you

•your eyes close as your partner fucks you through yet another climax, your moans coming out hitched as your slick runs down your thighs and onto the sheets.

•your mind was all fuzzy and didn’t realize deidara had left until you heard the door close behind him. You lost track of time, not knowing how long he and Tobi had spoke for

• “such a whore, coming all over me as our teammate watched…” your boyfriend coo’s into your ear before letting you go. Your hands fly out to catch yourself as you slowly lower your body back into the mattress

• “T-tobi..” you whine as another orgasm approaches

• “I know baby, I know.” He reassures, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chases his own release

• “m’ gonna.” You whimper. “Fuck.” The curse slips from Tobi’s lips as his release washes over him the same time yours does

•you barely register your boyfriend pulling himself from you

•suddenly your enveloped in warmth, the smell of his cologne filling your nose as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. His orange mask sitting on the bed beside the two of you

• “you know I love you baby.” He whispers softly, stroking your hair while his other hand draws shapes on your back

• “mhm” you hum. “Love you too” you reply gently, your eyes closing as you bury yourself into his torso

• you’re almost asleep when you hear your lover speak up again

• “maybe I’ll have him join in next time..”

[queenlua]

Writer interview game

tagged by @ultrakatua , hello thank you i’m a slut for attention

(if you're reading this you should feel free to consider yourself tagged, even/especially if you feel like you don't know me that well!)

When did you start writing?

Since I was pretty little… my 1st/2nd grade teacher had this thing where everyone had to write something in their journal every morning and I was SUPER tryhard about it, and when she told us we didn’t have to write about our lives, we could write about ANYTHING, I definitely started making up wild stories n shit

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I read anything and everything. I guess I wouldn’t be a very good writer of big nonfiction history tomes, but that’s mostly because it requires, y’know, knowing a lot of history first; if I had that knowledge it seems like it’d be fun to try!

I used to say “I could never write a mystery” but then I read Tana French and was like ooooh maybe mysteries are cool actually so. huh. i guess i can imagine myself trying to write just about anything once. (in practice i mostly end up writing a combination of moody litfic and shlocky scifi/fantasy)

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I’ve occasionally tried to actively emulate a specific author’s style, but that kind of thing feels kind of hard to sustain for more than the length of a writing exercise. it's kind of like trying to talk with a different accent. like, sure, you CAN train yourself to talk a different way… but i like how i talk fine, i’m too lazy to change :P

i dunno if i’ve heard many ppl comparing my writing to Actual Authors! and i lack the objectivity to figure it out myself haha

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

i do the Truman Capote thing where i mostly write lying down (but on a couch instead of in bed b/c partner is an extremely light sleeper and i do most my writing between midnight and 4am lol)

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

god i wish i knew!!! then maybe i’d be able to muster it up on demand!!!

(in fanficland i seem to tend to glom onto a specific character and then just write ten fics Examining That Character From Every Angle. in origficland it’s that but usually with some sort of archetype or folktale or something that i’ve become briefly obsessed with)

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

…I did have a moment earlier this month where I typed a line of dialogue, thought to myself “that sounds faintly familiar hm,” did a ctrl+f on my computer, and discovered I’d used a very similar line of dialogue in an abandoned WIP from seven years ago, in a scenario VERY THEMATICALLY/SITUATIONALLY familiar to the WIP i was working on, and i was like. oh my god. i so have a Type why am i like this

(in this particular situation the Theme & Variation was along the lines of “doing a Horrible Thing under duress but also none of these other fucks are willing or able to do it so i guess i gotta, jfc.” skimming over my past few pieces, inasmuch as there’s any commonality between them, i think i can point at, like… “feeling trapped by a mostly-internal sense of obligation that is nonetheless *experienced* as though it were external,” “people talking past each other for very good yet nonetheless tragic reasons,” “clueless rich guys,” “angry women contemplating murder”)

((wait, also: awful dinner parties and awful sex. fuck, why didn’t i lead with that one. i want to write awful dinner parties and bad sex for the entire rest of my life))

What is your reason for writing?

passes time between now and the grave

(less glibly: i get pretty unhappy if i go a long time without Making something, and of all my creative-ish abilities, writing is the one i find most satisfying)

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Once I finished playing a game, thought to myself “that was good but I really want backstory for [character] and actually I’m pretty sure I have the only correct take on said backstory,” and then proceeded to write that fic. A commenter came in saying “hey I came here because I was really craving backstory for [character] and now I can stop reading because yours is clearly The One that I was looking for, thanks." That felt really good! how often have i had to write a fic, not because I wanted to, but because NO ONE ELSE had written the one I wanted to read??? Glad to spare you some trouble, random internet person.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

for origfic: the author is dead babey. do not perceive me. i am not here

for fanfic: i still don’t mind if the reader simply Does Not Perceive Me; the work itself is the thing i care most about. but, y’know. if someone reads my fic & is like “i’m insane about this character in the exact same way Lua is, i’m-a slide into her DMs,” i’m very down for that, lol. it’s like whale songs. i’m out here singing my goofy tune and maybe i never hear anything back but if i do that’d be a sweet bonus

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

hmmmm. i’m never quite sure how to think about this sort of question… people often answer with something like “dialogue” or “descriptive imagery” or whatever, but that started to feel kind of weird to me at some point? like pointing at a symphony piece and being like “the low winds were especially good at staying in tune,” like it may be a correct observation, but also the whole orchestra has to be in tune to *some* extent for the piece as a whole to work, and when it *is* working the thing you point out as a strength isn’t gonna be something ticky-tack like that

…but i’m not sure what i’d specifically point to as a higher-order thing haha. i guess, last time i reread some of my own stuff, i was pretty pleased with how much interpersonal *tension* there was in various “ppl talking in rooms” scenes (see: awful dinner parties), so maybe something along those lines

How do you feel about your own writing?

arguably the main reason to write fanfic is so I can go back and reread it 2+ years later and be like “damn this shit rules, bitch was really onto something there”

(i like it! it’s pretty fun good stuff! a pleasing mix of action/plottiness/gratuitousness and, like, actual character and narrative work)

[lemonylioness]

NSFW Head Canons - Naruto

**Minor characters are always aged up to legal consenting age in my works**

I do enjoy writing these short little character studies. I’m never going for 100% accuracy, just a fun little interpretation of certain personality traits we see on screen.

To me, Naruto is the golden retriever of boyfriends and that’s probably how I’ll always write him. Let me know if you want to see more, if you agree or disagree, and if you’ve got any fun Naruto head canons. I love hearing how others interpret a character.

Naruto is the definition of puppy love. His love is innocent, trusting, and complete. He gives himself in his entirety to his partner, he can’t help it, he’s just so happy to finally have someone to share his life with.

Friends with benefits or any kind of casual sex situation do not compute at all for him. He gets way too attached very quickly and a booty call isn’t even close to enough to satisfy him or his intimacy needs. Sex is important. Intimacy is important. Connection is important. And you have to stay and snuggle for the rest of the night at the very least. And have breakfast together in the morning. And maybe let’s go for lunch. Shopping and dinner also sounds good… And now you’re sucked in and there’s no escape.

While he’ll pretend to be confident in bed when you're starting to get down and dirty, he will constantly ask how you’re doing, if you’re enjoying yourself, and does that feel good? How about this? Or maybe we should try this? Because it certainly feels good to him, everything feels good to him, and he needs you to be feeling just as good if not better.

This man does not have a dominant bone in his body and he needs constant praise and approval. Call him your good boy and he becomes a puddle on the bed, begging for more affirmation, practically cumming from those two words alone. He won’t take charge, leaving you to guide your activities so he can make sure you’re getting everything you need as he’s happy as long as you are.

Naruto’s other kinks include accidental stimulation (brush up against him or past him, your hand touching him without thought and it doesn’t matter, it’s game over, he’s ready), pussy worship including face sitting (he’ll eat you out like a man starved as long as you’re vocal while he does it), biting (both giving and receiving, though it’s mostly him giving), thigh fucking (some part of him just really likes to be teased and any sexual stimulation is perfect and will have him cumming), mutual masturbation (it tends to not stay just masturbation for long), massage (let’s be honest, he just wants his hands all over your body), and he loves to steal your panties, keeping a pair in his pocket so he can have a reminder of you wherever he is.

He’s more protective of you than possessive, though don’t get it wrong, he hates sharing, but he also knows you’re your own person and doesn’t want to control you. However, he will do everything he can to keep you safe, sometimes taking it to an annoying level of suffocation. You know he cares though which makes it a bit more bearable.

Let’s talk about stamina. He has a TON and likes to go multiple rounds whenever and wherever. Expect hours of sex, 3-4 orgasms minimum for both of you and still having to push him off or pretending to fall asleep when you’ve finally had enough. He just seems to have more energy somehow after each climax and nothing wears him out.

He has a nice cock, more length than girth, and has no problem getting hard especially when it comes to you. You’re just laying on the couch, reading a book, and he has half a chub watching the edge of your shirt ride up every time you move. His dick flushes a cute pink color like his cheeks do and just drools pre-cum whenever he’s turned on. He also cums a decent amount, making a mess wherever he happens to finish- between your breasts, splattering your stomach, up your back, painting your thighs, across your face, or even deep in your cunt if he looses control and doesn’t pull out in time, which, being honest, happens a LOT.

Despite all of this, Naruto is the sweetest lover you’ve ever had. He will pleasure you for as long as you’ll take it, his hands caressing every inch of your skin while he laps up your pussy like he’ll never get a chance to again. He makes sure that you orgasm first every time and reach multiple climaxes whenever you make love. And it really is making love with him as cheesy as it sounds. He’s no slouch in bed and you always feel thoroughly loved by the time he’s done.

His love language is physical touch and when you’re together, the two of you are in direct contact somehow. Holding hands, sitting pressed against each other, cuddled together on the couch or in bed. Walking through a shop, his hand is on your lower back. Standing in line, his arm is draped over your shoulders. At dinner, his knee is pressed against yours. It doesn’t matter, if he’s within touching distance, he is touching you.

When he’s gone, away on a mission, visiting friends in another village, or even in a day long meeting, you miss him fiercely. It’s hard not to, he’s such a physical person that it’s very obvious when he’s not around. His presence and sunshine personality can be a little overwhelming, but at the same time, your day is gloomier when he wasn’t around.

When he is around, his time is yours and he doesn’t leave your side. He missed you just as much if not more and he is going to make up for the lost time, one way or another.

[atefingersdagger]

clato + "i want you to be louder, my love."

Thank you for requesting!

(Here's some slight smut/NSFW Clato for the holidays <3)

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“I want you to be louder, my love.”

Clove’s voice is a bit cruel, taunting while she straddles her district partner. The last two words were sarcastic, he is no love of hers. They might have won the Games together, but they only pretend to be head over heels for the cameras.

Sex, of course, was never off limits for them, even during their tour. Cato was her first and only, he knew all of the buttons he needed to push to both piss her off and get her off. He knew the ones that needed to be undone at well, and how to undo them just right.

They’re on the train, heading to District 5, locked in his room where she decided to tease him. There’s been enough stress and discomfort over the life she thought she always wanted, now Clove just wants the pleasure. The release.

“You’ve got a knife to my throat, it’s hard to talk with that.” Cato chuckles.

He, like a degenerate, asked her to do this, wanting to give her all the power possible. She could slit his throat out, watch him bleed all over the royal blue sheets, and deal with the consequences if she so pleased. Cato would let her with a turned on, baited breath.

Clearly though, she doesn’t wish to at all. If she truly did, she would have done so in the Games, not saved his life by threatening to kill herself if the mutts didn’t stop tearing at him. No, she needed him alive because he’s good fuck buddy and, honestly, she’s grown to like him enough to where she’d spit, scream, and stab everyone if he was gone.

So, she sits up a bit, and takes the blade away from his throat and presses the tip to his scarred chest. The Capitol couldn’t remove how deep his marks from the arena were, but she’s a fan of his battle scars, making him appear as though he’s a warrior who went to hell and back for her. Technically, he did.

“Be louder or I won’t move a muscle.”

Cato chuckles, his voice a rumbling like a distant thunder. “You know I could just flip you over, or easily move you myself, right?”

“That would ruin the point of this.” She waves her knife back and forth like a pointer finger telling no to a disobedient pet. “Now, wouldn’t it?”

“Oh, Princess, you’ll have to give me a reason to be more loud.”

She rolls her hips smoothly, shoving her knife into the decorative pillow beside him, a feather escaping from the cut. Clove enjoys how he flinches, and it causes him to twitch like he does when he finishes. His eyes close, and she can feel his length against her core through his boxers.

“You like that.” She exclaims in amused discovery.

“I do.”

He groans, and yes, that’s what she’s been asking for, his sounds. Cato makes the most sweet, delicious of sounds in bed, but he just doesn’t do it enough if you ask her. She knows he likes hearing her, knowing he’s doing good, and sensing that she’s his for a little while. It’s her same reasoning; Clove wants that immediate praise.

“Then,” Clove dips down to bite his earlobe, “Fucking make some noise.”

For her, it seems Cato would do anything, including what she just requested. And the deep, animalistic growl he gives as she rocks into him is satisfying like artisan, melting chocolate on her tongue, velvety on her teeth. She purrs in satisfaction.

“Good.” Clove nods, heated from how his stare is half lidded.

“Can I touch you?”

Cato asks this because he’s gripping the sheets below him, aware of how to play this type of game with her. The question makes her hotter, and she wants to make him beg, but Clove is sure she’ll combust completely with her impatience if she does. Instead, she takes his large hands and plants them on her thighs where she loves them to be, encompassing her skin completely.

“You’re getting a minute before I go down on you.” Clove states at the shell of his ear, lips quickly going to the spot under his jaw that makes him putty in her palms.

“Fuck.”

“Mmm hmmm.” She hums into his skin that was already vibrating from his sounds.

“At least sit on my face first.”

Clove laughs at that, but not to make fun of him, rather a show of pure joy. Who else could make her smile like this? Entertain and satiate her appetites like he can? He... makes her happy.

And gratified, thankful, even. The realization at another time might have scared her, only here, she feels more desperate for him. It flares that fire in her into a full rage she never wants to put out.

“You first.” Clove licks at the thin film of sweat on his collarbone like a fucking freak. “I’ve been meaning to properly thank you.”

Cato’s next sound is almost a whine, and she swears if it had been, her eyes would have rolled to the back of her head. She would have finished in the here and now. Okay, she’s absolutely done for, and she’s his no matter what.

“For what?” He’s practically strangling her thighs, and she loves it.

“Saving my life.” Her voice is a tinge softer as she sways her hips into moving the way he likes. “For saving my life.”

[zeppeli-reelstallbun]

ok so like not to just rant but i’m totally abt to just rant

looooooove the bf so much, time in the bedroom is feeling a little weird though and i’m 99% sure it’s because i’m on new meds and they’re just fucking with me

it’s SO contradictory though and i’ve never been this frustrated in my life, goddamn

feeling like a 12 year old boy with adhd instead of a 20 year old girl with it

anyways tmi below, talking abt nsfw thingies and amphetamines 😎

ok i’m not kidding, tmi warning. I will be talking about too much for the internet perchance

ok so like, arousal has skyrocketed since i’ve started em, but actual physical changes as a result of it…. just not happening consistently

for reference it’s been abt three months and nearly ALL other aspects of my life are significantly improved by this medication

i’m a functioning human being for the first time in three years for christs sake

but oh my god going from mindblowing earthshattering sex one day to literally not being able to arouse myself. Awful. Would wish it on my worst enemy.

anyways past traumas have convinced me that if i can’t satisfy a partner, they’re gonna lose interest in me, so that’s been a fun thing on my plate these past weeks

the bf is great, says what i need to hear in the moment to remind me that it’s not the only aspect of a relationship but ugggghhhhhh

second tmi warning where you’re probably gonna learn too much abt my sexual preferences lmao

just want him to throw me around a little bit

and don’t get me wrong, he’s not not confident, he’s just gentle with his ‘selfishness.’ Like, if he’s going to ask me to suck his dick every time, i’d rather he just told me to… want him to have that same energy with things that don’t solely benefit him instead of expecting me to voice what i want.

I do realize how irrational that one is, he can’t read my fucking mind, but i feel like ive told him my preferences and what id enjoy and it just doesn’t happen outside of kissing my body

we’ve discussed it before and he genuinely can not be aroused while talking and/or being violent towards me, which honestly a bit of a green flag all things considered, but i am so so so so filled to the brim with frustration that i just want him to like. make me regret asking him to be rough…

that being said i absolutely spent the first hour after waking up this morning riding his face, 100% enjoying that full length mirror across from his bed. got such a nice view of him jerking off (and also im not a narcissist i swear but something abt seeing myself like that wooooooooooof)

yeah i could honestly complain about a lot more, outside of this ONE thing i literally have so much to be thankful for

also last night we were discussing things to improve the med arousal situation and i mentioned ‘just telling me exactly what you want me to do’ as a middle ground for him not feeling comfortable talking, and bro said i’d get horny reading an ikea manual 😐

[kurenai-shinigami]

Sub Julian Devorak x fem top reader NSFW

Word count: 676

Warnings: NSFW, pegging, sex toys (strap-on), handjob, Julian being an adorable sub, soft dom reader, established relationship. Not sure what else but basically you're just pegging Julian.

Notes: I originally wrote this for my partner but I then decided to also share it here. It's short, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway :3

NSFW UNDER HERE ⬇️

“D-darling please…” Julian was bent over in doggy stile on your bed, his butt hole filled with two of your fingers that thanks to the lube were easily sliding in and out, making him incapable of contain some sweet moans.

“Yes?” You asked with a smirk without stopping to please him. “Please what, babe?” You knew full well what he wanted but hearing him beg for it was too satisfying: he had to be a good boy to earn his reward. You increased the pace, pushing deeper into his butt hope. He moaned loudly when the points of your fingers reached his sweet spot.

“P-please.. put it inside…” he managed to say panting between the moans.

You slid your fingers out of his hole after a last deeper trust that made him moan louder. You putted more lube on the strap-on before positioning the tip of the dildo at his entrance.

“I’ll be gentle, please stop me if it hurts” He nod, turning his face to the side so you could see his sign. You already did it a couple of times, with him reassuring you that he already was used to it so you didn’t have to worry, but you were still a little worried and always wanted to begin slow and gentle to be sure to not hurt him. He really appreciated it so he had no complains at all.

You pressed a little, entering him with the tip of the dildo and slowly pushing half of the length inside. His moans got more full and deeper while his walls stretched to envelop the purple dick. You stopped a little to let him adjust to the feeling.

“I-it’s ok… please go deeper, babe” He panted pushing his butt a little closer to you, taking some more of the dick inside him. You smiled at the sight of his cute perfect butt trying to take more of your size and gently pushed the full length inside him.

“Fuck...!” he hissed tightening around your dick. You licked your lips at the sigh, letting out a lound and deep growl at which he moaned out of pleasure. You began to slowly move inside him, while his moans grow louder. You soon found again his sweet spot and started to increase the pace more and more pressing in it, making your man go straight to heaven.

You lowered your torso to his back, to feel more of his skin and shaking body. His knees slipped a little apart, letting his long legs open more and his butt lower a little. He just couldn’t control his body, filled with the pleasure growing bigger and bigger. Your right hand positioned on his neck and went down caressing his warm chest and finally reaching his hard dick. His moans went incontrollable when you started to pump his dick, not stopping with the thrusts.

“Babe…” you softly moaned just feeling him so warm and close to the edge. He was able to turn his face towards yours, red blush spreading all over his cheeks, eyes semi closed and his lips open from the moans searching for yours. You kissed him, letting him moan into the kiss. You moved your hips to deeper the thrusts, he broke the kiss, not able to contain his moans while he was so close to come. The room was filled with your moans and paint. His legs shaking, you pumped his dick tighter and he came into your hand onto the sheets letting out a louder moan. You slowly stopped the thrusts and pumped his dick a little more to let him come completely. He let out a big sigh slowly ending the moans when he was done and you locked him into a back hug, your sweaty skin stuck together. After a little you slowly came up and slid out of his butt hole the dildo, making him let out another little moan. You crashed on the bed next to him, who slowly came down and turned towards you, embracing you into a warm and satisfied hug.

#julian #juliandevorak #thearcana #julianthearcana #juliandevoraksmut #subjulian #doctor69 #juliandevorakxreader #juliandevorakxreadersmut #thearcanaxreader #thearcanasmut

[baz-writes-sometimes]

Payback

Dom!Xavier Thorpe x Female OC smut

WARNING! If you are under 18 yrs old, do not read this piece. I do not take responsibility for anything if you proceed.

Masterlist is pinned on my blog. Check it out cuz I can't link it.

This takes place after Hop-frogs win the Poe Cup - timeline not specified.

Valerye was sure she and the Ophelia Hall would win this year. So sure in fact, she offhandedly made a bet with her boyfriend Xavier. It was quite simple - if he won, she would be his to order around for the rest of the day. But this wouldn't happen of course, because she's not going to lose... Right? The thing is, she didn't expect the motivation it gave Xavier to prove her wrong. And, oh boy, he did way more to her.

Turns out, her submissive partner was not-so-submissive that night.

Valerye was standing in the middle of her dorm room in a gobsmacked silence. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, her heart racing, as the realisation of the consequences of the bet she made with Xavier before the Poe Cup were gradually dawning on her. And it seemed Xavier was immensely enjoying her despair.

“You want me to do what?” She breathed, shivers trickling down her spine.

He was still in the jester costume, hat in hand, leaning against the wall with a self-satisfied smirk on his painted face. 

“I won. On your terms, may I remind you.” He took a few steps towards her and threw the clown hat onto the bed, freeing his hands. When he looked back at her, there was something in his eyes that made her breath shaky. Something that made her feel the heat creep around her back and neck, nesting between her legs. However, she straightened and looked him back in the eye, challenging him. She was the dominant one. No way in hell she would give in that easily.

“So?”

He stopped right before her, making her strain her neck to keep looking at him. She barely reached his shoulders. He lowered himself to her level, his breath fanning her neck, making her stifle a sigh of pleasure. His long fingers ghosted her shoulder, leaving goosebumps where they touched her hot skin. A few loose hairs escaped from his bun and tickled the side of her face.

Just a few nights ago, she was pulling at them, exposing his long neck for her to bite while she was riding him on the floor of his art studio. He was falling apart underneath her, needy and whiny, desperately bucking his hips and begging to finally let him cum. She could see the bitemarks she left on his neck despite the layer of white paint covering it.

And yet, somehow she knew Xavier Thorpe wasn’t about to plead to torture him like that right now.

“So you better get out of those clothes, kitten. Surely, you don’t want to break the promise, do you?” She felt his teeth graze her earlobe and she moaned quietly before she could stop herself. She knew he had his signature smirk plastered on his face again, clearly proud of his effect on her. She huffed, exasperated by his sudden boldness. She didn’t like taking orders, she never had to take orders like this from him, but her pride didn’t let her back down. She most certainly would not break a promise.

He went to sit down in a chair beside a full-length mirror, watching her undress. His smile didn’t falter under her annoyed gaze - on the contrary. A wide grin spread across his face, the clown paint making him look wicked.

He motioned for her to come closer. Valerye frowned - he was still in his costume. He patted his thigh before she could open her mouth to ask what the hell he was playing at. She pursed her lips, feeling more embarrassed by the second, but she sat down on his long legs, completely naked. He purred contentedly, his hands caressing her arms and chest, placing wet, open mouthed kisses along the line of her jawline, neck and underneath her ears, the way he knew would make her lean into him for more. And this is exactly what he needed.

He swiftly turned her body around, pushing her back flush against his chest and sunk his teeth into the side of her neck, making her yelp in surprise. Before she registered what was going on, she had either leg hooked over his knees and he spread them wide, locking her in place. 

There she was, fully nude and completely exposed on her boyfriend’s lap, unable to close her legs, looking at herself in the full-length mirror in front of them. She felt herself go red in the face, earning another smirk from Xavier.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy now.” He feigned worry, teasing her skin with the tips of his fingers, grazing over her most sensitive areas. “I want to see you whole.”

She moaned softly at his words, and then louder whimpers formed in her throat when she felt his mouth on a particular sweet spot at the base of her shoulder. And with that, his hands travelled down her body, working their magic on her hardened nipples, one going even further to rub her clit. She stiffened against him with her mouth agape, moaning breathlessly as he picked up the pace.

“God, you’re so fucking wet”, he groaned into her neck, nipping at her in all the right places. 

Soon, she was wailing desperately under his touch, back arched into him, hyperventilating. His skilled fingers worked mercilessly on her sensitive, now swollen clit. She couldn’t think of anything, her mind going blank in and out again, desperately wanting to reach the sweet release. She inched towards it, slowly, moving against his palm when suddenly, she was past the point of no return. And Xavier felt it too, the way her body went rigid, when she got incredibly hot to the touch and almost stopped breathing. His breath got caught in his throat too, his eyes going wide, looking at Valerye’s reaction in the mirror in front, wishing to remember every single detail about this image. He could feel his dick straining against the material of the costume.

She came undone, moaning throatily, and he felt his hand getting soaked in hot fluid. His brain stopped working for a second, processing what had just happened. He blinked, looking down to find a small clear puddle at his feet. Valerye sensed his body tensed behind her, heard him inhaling through his teeth.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I–”

She met his eyes in the mirror - his pupils blown out, eyes wide and unblinking. He looked insane with this clown like face paint for a moment. And suddenly, he resumed, rubbing her with much more vigour, breathing quickly against her ear. 

“Do it again,” he growled, growing even harder with every moment. He wanted to see it again, to feel how much she couldn’t control herself from the pleasure he was giving her. However, she kept shifting back and forth, squealing and whimpering, trying to avoid his fingers. It was too much for her to endure, the hot jolts coursing through her body almost painful, she was so overstimulated. 

He grasped her face and forced her head hard towards him. 

“Again!” He snarled, his eyes lustful and demanding, looking even more deranged with the creepy, smudged jester makeup on. Something caught his eye right next to her head and a wide, sinister looking grin slowly spread on his face. 

“...or I will make you.”

Valerye’s breath hitched in her throat when she realised what he meant. She told him about her toys on several occasions but never actually used one with him - and right now he was looking at one. A very particular one - the one she intended to use on him tonight, if he lost the race - as he was supposed to. The one charging in plain sight on her bedside table. The one capable of the most intense torture, the one able to make her, force her to cum in mere seconds on one of the lowest levels. And by the looks of it, he knew what it could do as well. His knowing smile, accentuated by the red lines of his makeup, told her he must’ve googled "the magic wand" - surely more than once. This fucker. Her body started to tremble in anxious anticipation. Excitement mixed with fear and desire made her skin break out in goosebumps. She knew for sure she wouldn't be able to stand the intensity of it all.

“Xavier”, her voice small and shaky, embarrassment written all over her red cheeks. She squeaked pitifully when his fingers brushed her swollen clit, as he hitched his knees higher, making it impossible for her to stand up on her own now. “I can’t take this, it’s too much–”

“Too much already? After just one orgasm? Ooh no,” he cooed mockingly, “my poor, poor vixen. Too bad you have no say in this tonight.” He kept toying with her, sliding her sensitive nub between his slick, skillful fingers, deaf to her pitiful pleading. Without a warning, he grabbed her by her throat with his free hand - forcefully enough to drive the point across. “And now. Do. It. Again.” 

Valerye’s eyes went wide with shock as she inhaled sharply through gritted teeth. His large palm clasped around her neck, covering it entirely, obstructed the airflow enough to make her slightly dizzy. She hated not being in control. She was always the one who dictated the rules, who made Xavier crumble under her touch, not the other way around. But now, her mind gradually escaped her once again, more and more with each time he licked and kissed her neck in just the right places and each time his fingers repeatedly stroked her oh so overly sensitive clit, she couldn’t fight it anymore. She knew she was at his mercy, completely defenceless against him. She absolutely loved and hated every second of it. And the new, ungodly sounds forming in her constricted throat were only sealing her fate further.

Xavier’s eyes bore into her in the mirror, savoring every inch of the reflection it provided. Her naked body, fully on display for him. There she was, dripping wet because of him, legs spread wide just for him. The way she writhed on top of his thighs, almost crying from overstimulation, made him want to push her down into the floor and rail her swollen pussy raw. He relished in the friction her bucking hips provided through his costume and the sweet, desperate sounds escaping her lips, mixed with oh god, too much, and I can’t on repeat. Even now, Valerye made his head clouded with lust.

Xavier bit her neck again to steady his mind. No, not now. He wanted to pay her back for all those times she made him cry and beg for relief. He wanted to drive her to the point of madness, the same way she did when she kept ruining his orgasms over and over again. He wanted to make her babble incoherently, his name the only thing etched in her barely conscious mind, exactly like she did it with him, time and time again. And most importantly, he wanted her to squirt on him, again and again, and again. But he had to make sure.

“Do you want to use the safeword?”

Even now, a burning flame of pride rose in Valerye’s heaving chest. He never used it and she didn’t want to either. He slowed his movements, giving her enough time to glare at him in the mirror. He had this stupid smirk on his clown-painted face that always made her go weak in the knees. She pursed her lips into a thin line, not wanting to admit she wanted more of this torture, not wanting to fuel his now overly inflated ego. He chuckled, seeing her prideful stare. Not for long.

“Hm?” He inquired. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly brought his slick covered fingers towards his mouth and licked them clean, humming with pleasure. He knew how much she loved his tongue on her. “You always taste so good, Val.” 

This was enough for her. She whimpered, a pained expression on her face and pleaded quietly.

“What was that? Didn’t catch that.”

“Are you really going to make me beg?” You fucking dick, Valerye thought.

“Oh, absolutely.” Xavier smiled widely, clearly enjoying the power he held over her.

She took a deep breath.

“Xavi, please…”

“Yes?” He reached towards the nightstand, raising his eyebrows to indicate he was expecting more of her. Valerye swallowed hard, eyeing the toy in his hand.

“...I want more.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Please.”

“Uh-hm..?”

This absolute fucking dick. He obviously tried very hard not to grin and she was seconds away from losing her mind.

“Xavier, please, I want you, make me cum for you, please. I’m begging you.”

His fingers dug in the flesh of her thighs at those words. He steadied himself, breathing slowly and doing everything in his power not to push his throbbing cock inside her this second. 

“I’d love to, Valerye.” He groaned.

She felt the tip of the toy touch her exposed clit. Before she could brace herself for what’s to come, he turned it on. And she lost her mind to the absolute forceful pleasure the vibrator provided. A strangled scream came out of her throat as she kicked, writhed and cried, trying to get away from his hands and this overwhelming pleasure. He wasn’t having it.

The mind numbing vibrations stopped for a second. She felt herself slip from Xavier’s thighs onto the chair, just to have her legs hitched up and pinned at both sides of her head, as he latched his mouth onto her incredibly soft and swollen pussy. But this sweet break didn’t last very long either. Even stronger vibrations were now biting at her clit, making her wail like if she was possessed. She felt as if she was on fire and was about to burst into actual flames, when she felt the orgasm. A second later it hit her like a ton of bricks, making her spasm and writhe and squirt. She heard a stifled hoarse moaning that wasn’t her own from between her legs. And when she opened her eyes, Xavier was hunched over her, panting like a feral dog, fighting with the pants of the costume. His face was soaked wet because of her, face paint running down his neck and dripping at his front. He didn’t seem to notice, too blinded by the wild lust he felt right now. He wanted Val to wet his face again but he couldn’t fight himself anymore. He needed to be inside her. Right. Now.

She felt him push his hard cock forcefully inside her, stretching her wonderfully. She was so wet she didn’t need any time adjusting - and thankfully so, because Xavier just simply lost control.

Her mind went haywire. The immense pleasure occupied every single part of her body, making her babble incoherently, slurring a mix of 'yes', 'fuck', 'god' and 'Xavier' was driving him closer and closer to his own release. He couldn’t think straight, his hips pounding her in feverish, animalistic almost, frenzy, hitting all the sweet spots that made her see sparks before her eyes. And then, she came again, screaming his name, scratching his arms, chest and back, pulling him into his own release right after her own.

Xavier Thorpe savoured every part of the image that was present before his eyes. Valerye, spread on the bedsheets, entangled with him in a blissful embrace, was slowly slipping into uncosciousness, feebly reciprocating his kisses. It was truly the most beautiful payback he could ever wish for.

[becca-e-barnes]

OMG I can't stop thinking about having Bucky tied to the bed and edging him for hours, then he accidentally lets out a "mommy."

Oh that’s such a beautiful thought 🤤

Because just imagine his sweet doe eyes as you’re tying his wrists to the bed frame, watching you with plump, wet lips and all this adoration in his eyes.

He’s maybe never been dommed before. He’s always been so eager to give pleasure to his partners that receiving any in return is almost an afterthought but this is different entirely. This is all about him and what he needs and his mind is racing.

“B-baby…. You sure you want this? I-I could eat you out instead. We haven’t done that this week yet, know you love it.” Handing over the control entirely gets to him just a little. Not being able to satisfy you almost leaves him on edge but he’s soothed when your hands run down his bare chest, settling on his aching cock.

“You don’t get it, do you honey? I can do whatever I want to you right now. If I want to sit on your face and have you lick me, all I gotta do is shuffle up there. You’re my little fuck toy for the night, you got that? And right now, I want to stroke this fat dick until you’re right on the edge of blowing your load and then I’m gonna stop. That sound okay?” Your voice is so sultry he thinks he could cum just from hearing your plan.

He swallows thickly, tugging the restraints around his wrists before nodding, melting into the slow strokes you’re giving his length.

The first couple of edges are tolerable. They’re not pleasant but they’re not unbearable. He’s got some decent self control but really, he thrives on the praise you give him, telling him he’s such a good boy for not cumming before he’s allowed.

His cheeks flush with heat after the fourth edge, his own soft whines only making him harder because fuck, he knows he sounds pathetic. His balls are so full and heavy, desperate for a release yet somehow it still feels like you’re taking care of him. You have his needs front and centre and it’s almost overwhelming for him to know you haven’t had any real stimulation while he’s had so much.

The following edges are so much worse though. You move to settle yourself over his length, spreading your soaking wet folds to let him nestle sweetly against the softest part of your core and he thinks he could cry at the wet drag of your body.

“Oooh, oh god please, that’s so fucking good. Fuck I can’t hold it, I’m so close.” He gasps and right as the words leave his mouth, your body halts it’s filthy grind.

You feel him tremble beneath you, sobbing his frustration out into the tense evening air and all you can do is stroke his hair with a smug smirk on your lips.

“You want to cum, baby boy? You’re gonna have to beg a little sweeter than that. I know you can do better. Go on baby, lemme hear it.” You whisper, knowing he’s hanging on every last word.

“Please.” He groans as your hips begin to grind again, satisfied that he’s not going to blow his load right away. “Please, please let me cum. I’ve been such a good boy. I followed the rules. Please mommy, fuck, it hurts. I needa cum.” He doesn’t even realise what he said, he’s so wrapped up in pleading as frantically as possible.

“Keep going, baby. Keep begging mommy.” You encourage and his eyes go wide because shit, did he say that or did you read his mind? Your hips speed up though so he doesn’t dwell on the embarrassment for too long.

“Fuck mommy, please. Take care of me. I gotta cum in you, mommy. I’ll s-stuff you so full, just how you like. I need your pussy, please.” He whines, choking on the mocking laugh you let out.

“Don’t be silly, Buck. Good boys can cum just like this. Good boys can make a mess over mommy’s pussy without being inside it. So if you think you’re a good boy, you’re gonna cum over mommy’s cunt and I’ll maybe think of letting you fuck me later.” He’s both so into this idea and so not into it at the same time but it doesn’t really matter because it only takes a few more glides for him to cum anyway.

His release splashes over your folds, thick and messy and never ending, coating both your bodies. “M-mommy, I’m cumming. Oh shit I’m cumming, I made a mess mommy. Fuck, I made a mess.” He’s sobbing at the uncontrollable pleasure, the tips of his flesh fingers tingling because it’s just too much yet he still can’t seem to stop. He barely registers your soft touches, your delicate fingers stroking his cheeks as he throbs and whimpers, letting you milk every last drop of his excessive release from his body.

[devildomdisaster]

Can you do the brothers reacting to S.O. MC always having an unidentifiably "familiar" scent and then finding a spray bottle with the brother's perfume in it, diluted so that it doesn't overpower MC's but still gives them a subtle trace of the brother's scent? Which brothers do you expect would take up the practice so that they always have MC's scent lingering on them?

So cute!

I think demons and angels would have a better sense of smell than humans so wearing one of the brother’s perfumes would be like Mc marking themself as the demon’s partner.

It’s not foolproof of course, after all, other demons can buy the same perfume. But between the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos everyone wears different scents so it would be clear to all of them whos perfume you are wearing.

Lucifer:

Lucifer has been using the same cologne for several decades now. It’s honestly surprising that it hasn’t gone out of style, or become associated with old people(Like how certain human colognes or perfume is only used by your grandparents). It’s distinctive but elegant and simple enough to be timeless.

Lucifer first notices how your scent is oddly familiar a few weeks after you return to the Devildom with Solomon.

Something about your new scent is immensely gratifying to his senses.

It makes his pride flare, and he finds himself far less worried about his brothers or Diavolo trying to steal you away.

Much to his embarrassment, Lucifer finds himself nuzzling into your neck as if to scent you while trying to identify the change.

It’s early yet and you’re still curled up asleep in his bed when he finds the simple-looking perfume bottle on your desk as he is fetching you a fresh set of clothes to change into.

He stops to examine the bottle, thinking that perhaps he should bring this to you as well. Although he loathes to let you cover up his scent.

He opens the bottle to ensure it won't completely overpower his scent on you, and for a moment he thinks he must have used a bit too much of his own perfume this morning. He sniffs it again and realizes that while it is similar to his own scent, it’s different. Muddled, diluted with something, water, and perhaps a bit of your own perfume/cologne.

His lips curl into a smirk as he realizes that he’s caught his cologne thief. He’d assumed that he’d simply misplaced a bottle of his cologne but now realizes that you must have taken it back to the human realm with you and made this.

Lucifer falls in love with you all over again. He is so enamored with the idea that you want to smell like him, essentially letting other demons and angels know that you are his.

When you wake, he is sitting next to you. Still smug. Pride radiating off him in self-satisfied waves. Toying with your perfume bottle. “Mc, my dear, if you would like to let others know you are taken I would be happy to mark you more clearly.”

You swear he likes to fluster you just for his own enjoyment.

“When this is gone,” he says holding up the perfume bottle “you are welcome to more of my cologne, you needn't resort to thievery, my love.”

He won’t take up the practice himself, but if you have to be away from each other for an extended time he’ll ask for a bottle of your perfume/cologne to keep your scent fresh and near.

Mammon:

Mammon is snooping in your room again. Not to steal this time, he swears! It was just to figure out what kind of gift you’d like.

The perfume bottle looks expensive, so he picks it up. Thinking that buying you a new bottle might be a good gift.

It doesn’t have any labels so he opens it to see if he recognizes the fragrance.

He is so, so embarrassed to find out that it is a diluted version of his scent! Poor Mammon, he is so flustered when he finds out that he drops the bottle, shattering it on your bedroom floor.

Suddenly it all clicks into place for him. The reason he had been so much more protective of you. Why he had found himself resisting the urge to mark you as his more than he usually had to.

You’d been making yourself smell like him, marking yourself for him. Mammon is over the moon. You want to be his. You’re already together of course, but you want other demons to know you’re together.

It takes everything Mammon has to stop himself from going to get you right now. From bringing you to his room and marking you himself.

But he’s got a bigger problem to handle first. Your room is a mess, floor covered in glass and perfume and he’s got to fix this before you get back.

When you open your door Mammon is still trying to clean everything up and air out your room, you recognize the scent of the spilled perfume and you feel the embarrassment overwhelm you.

Mammon is looking at you, face red and stuttering out an apology. “I swear I wasn't trying to steal nothin'. I just-” He flounders gesturing to your desk “it was an accident Mc! Picked you up a new bottle of mine so you can…” if possible his face gets even redder.

“Mammon if you don’t like it I can stop.”

“What? No! Of course, you’d wanna smell like the great Mammon! Besides, I don’t want anyone else thinkin they can make a move on ya. You should keep doin it.”

Mammon won’t ask for any of your perfume/cologne but he will borrow(steal) a little of it every once in a while. Mostly when he’s going somewhere he can’t take you. It makes him feel closer to you. And it has the added benefit of preventing any demons from making a move on him, letting them know he’s taken.

Levi:

Levi can’t quite put his finger on where he’s smelled your new perfume/cologne before.

It’s familiar, but he can’t place it no matter how hard he tries.

For some reason, it makes him less jealous when his brothers are around you. Like he doesn’t have to worry about you realizing they are better than him anymore.

Levi might not notice what your new scent is but his brothers sure do.

Asmo gives you knowing little winks and you could swear you’ve seen Mammon crinkle his nose in distaste at you.

Levi doesn’t figure out why your scent is so familiar until he finds you in his room pouring some of his perfume into a different bottle.

You’re startled when Levi takes the bottle from your hand and tilts your head to the side to smell your neck.

He takes a step back from you red to the tips of his ears “M-mc you-” He gapes at you for a moment “You can’t just do that without warning me!” he whines. “You know other demons can- my brothers can- it’s like you’re telling everyone you’re mine.”

“I know, Asmo gave me the idea. He said demons use their scent to mark their significant others. I’m sorry Levi, are you mad?”

“Mad? You want to smell like me, how could I be mad when I’ve wanted to-to mark you for months? I just didn’t want to...creep you out...with all that. Y-you can still use my cologne just ask. Thought you were Mammon stealing for a second.” He says covering his blushing face with his hands.

Levi is awake for a long time that night, even after you’ve long since drifted off curled up next to him in his bathtub bed. He’s caught up in the fact that you want to smell like him and he wonders if maybe he could do the same thing with your perfume/cologne.

Eventually, he’ll ask for some of your perfume/cologne but it’ll take him several weeks to finally blurt out the question.

Satan:

Somehow your scent is different, more familiar.

It sets him at ease, like seeing you in his jacket or finding you sleeping in one of his shirts.

It clicks that you are using his scent when he notices how fast he is going through the bottle of his cologne.

His face heats up and oh my, you’re using his scent. That's why it was so familiar.

Once the surprise has passed, his lips curl up in a wicked grin.

Oh Mc, Satan is so pleased. He is so in love with you.

He has you meet him in his room to confront you. His cologne in hand, lips curled up in a smirk. “Is there something you’d like to tell me, Mc?”

You tell him about how you dilute his perfume with yours so that you smell a little like him and meekly apologize for stealing from him.

Satan’s smirk grows as you explain, and when you fall silent he pulls you into his arms. “I like having my scent on you kitten. But you know there are other ways I can leave my scent on you if you’d like?” he murmurs, kissing across your cheekbone and down your jawline.

He sounds so confident but there is proof of his own emotions in the red dusting his cheeks.

Satan might dilute some of your perfume/cologne if there is a particular reason he wants other demons to know he’s taken. Maybe an event he can’t bring you to or if there has been a particularly stubborn demon not taking no for an answer.

To be honest Satan would rather have you leave your scent naturally. By sleeping on his pillows or wearing his jacket.

If you have to go to the human realm without him for any length of time, Satan will pick up your habit and start diluting some of your chosen scent with his while you're gone.

Asmo:

It doesn’t take long for Asmo to figure out why your scent is so familiar.

He knows exactly how long a bottle of perfume will last him and has a sixth sense for knowing when someone has moved any of his beauty products.

“Mc, darling, it’s sweet that you want my mark on you but if you keep stealing from me I’ll have to punish you,” he sings.

“Is that a promise Asmo?”

He brings you your very own bottle of his cologne.

The fact that you dilute his scent with yours brings Asmo to his knees. It’s so cute! But also such a tease! He’d love to leave his scent on you in other ways too.

But first, he just wants to curl up and cuddle with you. Knowing that you want to advertise your relationship so openly makes him feel truly loved.

The feeling overwhelms Asmo and he is so, so happy that his feelings for you are returned just as strongly.

Asmo will definitely take up the practice so your scent always lingers on him as well.

Asmo is not ashamed or shy about your relationship and any demon who insinuates he should be is playing a dangerous game.

There is no hesitation in his voice when he asks for a bottle of your perfume/cologne in exchange for his.

He likes knowing his scent lingers on you and flaunts the fact that yours lingers on him.

Expect to exchange bottles of perfume on holidays.

Beel:

Beel’s nose picks up the change in your scent immediately.

It’s familiar and yet hidden beneath your own scent just enough that he can’t place it.

This is frustrating for him because he’s never had so much trouble placing a scent before.

But he likes the addition as well.

In the end, it’s Belphie who rats you out to his twin. “You know I'm sure Beel would have more fun if he got to mark you himself, Mc.”

Beel puts down the muffin he’d had halfway to his mouth to look at you, realization flashing across his face.

He smiles happily at you, light blush dusting his face.

He’ll give you your own bottle of his cologne.

But he’ll also explain how having his scent linger on you is a way that demons mark their significant others. He wants to make sure you know that you are advertising your relationship to other demons.

When you assure him you’re ok with that he’ll ask if he can do the same with some of your perfume/cologne. That way other demons know he’s yours too.

Belphie:

Belphie notices right away.

It’s obvious that the new addition to your scent is his when you’re napping in his bed with him and the new portion of your scent blends seamlessly with the blankets and pillows around you.

Belphie gets a mischievous smirk on his face as he nuzzles his face in your hair. “There are better ways for you to wear my scent, Mc.”

He doesn’t stop you from using some of his perfume to dilute and mix with your own.

In fact, he encourages the practice.

He likes the fact that other demons will know who your heart belongs to.

With his scent lingering on you it’s very unlikely that other demons(his brothers) will make a move on you.

He won’t adopt the practice himself.

Not because he doesn’t want to, but because it’s a lot of work to dilute perfume so perfectly.

But if you were to make it for him, he would wear it everywhere.

He finds your scent calming, so having it linger on him would be very nice. Why else would blankets occasionally go missing from your bed?

[sswissy]

𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖄𝖔𝖚

𝖘𝖚𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖌𝖓𝖔 | 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

Dewdrop had swiftly gathered the human bridal style to move towards the bed. Both of them not breaking the heated kiss especially as his tongue slipped past her lips. Her back landing against the soft sheets as the woman whined against his mouth wanting more contact. It drove her mad how much he'd tease the living hell out of her wanting to hear those breathy moans of hers. 

"You've got to beg for it, kitten." Dew straddled her hips before ripping the turtleneck off her body with his claws. It was already painfully in the way of him seeing the marks from the evening prior but the sight before him? They had begun to turn a deep purple but were still beautifully painted across his mate's chest and neck.

"Please touch me, I need you." Dahlia could feel his dick hardening against her core while his tongue ran down the length of her neck. She felt the sharp sting of his fangs breaking the skin before he pulled back to lick the blood. Dew purred at the delicious taste of his little pet's blood wondering if the taste of her arousal was just as sweet. 

Soon enough, Dahlia's skirt was tossed off the bed joining the ripped remains of her turtleneck. The tip of his claw running slowly up and down her slit feeling the wetness seeping through the lace. Her moans falling breathlessly fall her lips as he inched a finger inside her wet cunt. Dew moved to the end of the bed to watch his fingers slip in and out. His focus moving to the way her arousal dripped out begging for him to be drowning in it. The ghoul removed the lace, even though it looked delectable on her, before his tongue pushed past her folds. His eyes could've rolled to the back of his head from how mouthwatering his mate tasted. 

Dahlia propped herself up to look at see the ghoul devouring her pussy like a starved man. Dew was sucking on her clit as he continuously pounded his fingers in and out of her while maintaining eye contact sent her spiraling.

"Cum right on my tongue, babygirl." Dew would usually make his partner wait to cum until his cock was deep inside them. But there was something so satisfying about seeing his mate come undone from just his mouth. His little pet letting the orgasm roll over her in waves before he was licking up the cum from that pretty pink pussy of hers. 

"Per favore sto tremando, amore." Dahlia's fingers danced across the top of his hand that was resting against her hip. Her thighs had begun to tremble much to his delightful but the sound of her pleas in Italian made him purr, his tail wrapping around her ankle. It sounded so sexy to hear his mate call out to him as such even if he didn't understand a word of it. 

"Mhm do you want me to fuck you senseless, kitten?" Dew slipped his tongue inside her mouth allowing them both to savor the taste of her cum. His hips grinding against hers as the two got lost in the heated kiss, Dahlia taking the chance to bite his bottom lip just gently enough to elicit a moan from him. 

"Fuck me until I break, Dew." She had no clue that Dew could easily break her if he wasn't careful enough. Luckily, the fire ghoul learned through a fair share of human partners where his control lied. Still it didn't mean that he wouldn't get her as close to that fine line before she actually did break. It seemed his little mate liked the pain mixed with pleasure, Dew couldn't grasp why Satan gifted him such a perfect human being. He wasn't going to question it but he'd make sure Dahlia knew who she actually belonged too.

It was nearing midnight when Dewdrop had carried his mate to the bath to after some much needed relaxation. Her entire chest was littered in fresh bites, his cum running down her leg and there was a pink hew to her cheeks from the heat. Dahlia was certain he'd leave like the last time but was pleasantly surprised when Dew slipped in the tub cradling her to his chest. The comfort in hearing his purrs against her neck and tail slowly waving in content made a soft smile appear on Dahlia's face.  

"You're the most beautiful human I've ever met." The compliment from Dewdrop made the woman's heart stop. The fingertips that were dancing along his arms suddenly pausing in surprise. Never had the ghoul complimented her unless of course it was during sex. Dahlia figured most of the time Dew didn't even mean half of what was said. But it still made the woman blush and heart beat faster for him. 

"That can't be possible." Dew didn't like the fact his mate doubted herself. He'd gladly spend the rest of the night proving it if he hadn't noticed how exhausted she was even if she was trying to hide it. Dahlia was moved to see him clearly as he spoke in case she didn't believe what he'd say next. 

"You are mine, kitten, and I will spend an eternity proving it to you." As far as Dahlia could tell, his confession was shockingly true and the room suddenly grew warmer. Why would a ghoul such as himself choose her out of the entire clergy? Especially a woman who was trapped in an engagement that was impossible to get out of. Still, Dahlia would fight through the seven levels of Hell to stay beside Dewdrop. If only she had known how much trouble that meant for her in the upcoming months...

translations:  suo compagno - his mate per favore sto tremando, amore - please i am trembling, love

Thank you to everyone whose still reading this mess. I'm working on another story and something for Swiss if anyone would be interested in that? I may also be writing a little one shot but I have a lot going on currently with getting my sister of sin cosplay done and work. Still thank you for all the support.