#sorry that’s my angel! ur not allowed to touch him!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can we have more of domestic Jason but now with him needy of touch? 🥹

the reader got out of bed early to go drink water and he wakes up from a nightmare needing her and he thinks she left him and he starts crying in panic, but then she appears and calm him down with kisses, words of affirmation and lots of love.

Thank u! I love ur writing btw!!

I don’t know if this is what you have in mind, the ending might be a little half-assed but I was half asleep whilst making this 🦦also thank you for enjoying my writing! It really means a lot!

Your side of the bed had barely gone cold which indicated that it hadn’t been long ago that you had left but it was the reason why you’ve left that haunted Jason, who was fresh out of a nightmare and drenched in his own sweat and finding difficulty in calming his uneven breaths.

He had meant to reach out to you for comfort.

Only to be greeted by air just as palm of his hand then hit the lukewarm mattress below.

It was enough to break Jason’s resolve as his innate belief that everyone he ever cared for was destined to leave him- especially you- began to worsen with every passing second the longer Jason allowed himself to be poisoned by the possibilities that you were gone. Disappeared. Or worse yet; taken.

‘Y/n?’ He calls out softly.

‘Baby?’ He tries again, a little louder this time, not having realised that his eyes had started to tear up and blur his vision of his dark room, or that a lump in his throat had started to form, making it difficult for him to swallow down his overwhelming anxiety.

‘Don’t leave me here…please don’t leave me all lone.’ Jason pleads with the darkness of his room as though that would be enough to give you back to him. ‘Haven’t I done that enough?’ He then asks as he clenched the bedsheets between his powerful hands, trying to bound himself to something to combat his discomfort in being left alone with his mind for too long. ‘Being left alone when I was proven too difficult to save? Too far gone to be helped? Am I just that broken to be given just a sliver of happiness?’ He cries out at he pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes as he chocked back his own sobs.

Despite building himself a strong body that could endure punishment, the pain of that of an broken heart had been so excruciating it had Jason keeling over in bed, wanting nothing more then to tear it out of his chest as though it burned him; Or was it in fact just phantom pains from a heart that had been hollowed out by the hands of another.

The door to the room opened and golden light flooded in, eradicating the darkness that threatened to swallow him whole. ‘Jason?’ Your voice called out and Jason never felt more alive than he did in hearing you say his name in that angelic voice of yours, so much so that he didn’t notice that he had begun to cry harder but out of relief this time. ‘I thought- I thought you left. I couldn’t feel you. I tried reaching for you but you weren’t there.’ He began to say but was cut off when you brought him tightly into your arms.

‘Im sorry that I kept you waiting my beautiful boy.’ You cooed as your fingers reached up to comb through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp now and then to assure him of your presence. Jason didn’t hesitate to bring you into his lap as he buried his head deep into your shoulder, wiping his tears against your sleep shirt, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when he was holding onto you as though you were bound to disappear once he lets go. ‘Where did you go?’ He asks. ‘I got a little thirsty and so I went to get a drink of water.’ You explained, kissing him anywhere that was made available to you.

‘You’ve been strong for a long, long time and I’ve never been more prouder of you for holding out as long as you have with everything you’ve been through, it never fails to amaze me how resilient you are Jaybirdie.’ You felt his breathing even out as he began to lean back into the bed, still holding onto you. ‘You’re truly an incredible man for being able to stand on your own two feet and still find it within yourself to fight.’ You softly told him as you continued to hold him in your arms as he squeezed your waist in response. ‘I’m so unbelievably lucky to have someone like you in my life and I will do everything in my power to make you believe that.’ You promised him.

‘Even if it’s impossible and might take forever.’ Jason says, starting to feel the lull of sleep as it began to weigh heavily on his eyelids.

You smile softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. ‘Even if it takes an eternity I would still find a way to prove just how beautiful you are.’ You replied, nuzzling into him as his bodily warmth began to ease you into a sense of security. ‘You are the most beautiful man I have ever met Jason Todd.’ You moved to look him in the eyes. ‘A butterfly may not be able to see the colour of their wings but that doesn’t retract the fact that they’re undeniably beautiful.’ You added as you pressed a couple of kissed to his forehead. ‘Now gets some sleep my beautiful boy, I’ll be here when you wake up.’

‘You promise?’ Jason asked, biting back a yawn.

‘I’d be stupid to break a promise I made to you.’ You responded, thinking all was said and done when Jason brought a hand up to your face, showing you his outstretched pinky. ‘Pinky promise me that you’ll be here with me when I wake up.’ He says and you smile softly at the inherent innocence of that of a pinkie promise but still went ahead and linked your pinky with his, pressing a kiss to his calloused and scarred hand with reverence before resting it on his chest. ‘I pinky promise that I’ll be here when you wake up. Was that good?’

‘We’ll see in the morning when I get to wake up to you chipmunk.’ Jason replied, holding you more against his chest and fell asleep but you weren’t complying as you soon followed him into dreamland, your pinkies still linked to one another as a reminder of your promise.

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[rinbowaman]

Hsjaksis this idea has been in my brain for so long but imagine demon heeseung who watches little church girl y/n ever since she turned of age, he's smitten,he wants her but also knows that her purity is too strong and he can only touch her body if she gives him permission,so he has to use deception. Pretend to be someone else to earn ur trust, making u suck on his fingers by telling u that it will earn u god's grace. Overall heavy on corruption if u catch my drift. He will slowly prepare you for himself cuz u r oh so sweet and innocent completely unaware of the pleasures of the human body

”A Test of Will.”

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, corruption, deception, demonic HS x Y/N. Stealing y/n's virginity, possessiveness, secret admiring, cursing, I think that's it.

I apologize it took me so long to post. I got super jet-lagged after our flight back home the other day. But without further ado, here is (sorry it's not proofread) the one shot, "A Test of Will." REQUESTED.

Begin Read:

For as long as you can remember, you loved and praised God, taught to submit into his will whenever he desired or called upon you. As a young girl, you wanted nothing more than to become a bride of Jesus and yearned to remain everlasting and pure. It was a life you loved and respected, being the daughter of a pastor and the wife of a devoted homemaker. From the moment you understood speech, and emotional love, it had always been ingrained in your head to please him and only him.

So, you did.

The first moment you realized the importance of your obedience to the Holy spirit was after you turned seven and your family coordinated your Baptism at the local church, one your family had been attending for years. Donning all white, looking as angelic as the Renaissance paintings, you gained holiness and rebirth as God's child, watching as everyone gathered around and sang praises and cheers. It was a joyous event that displayed your conformance to the standards of God's holy will. Among the chanting choir, one particular guest lurked from above, watching with intrigue. Despite being uninvited, he remained to observe the Holy ritual while being unheard and unseen.

He hovered high above, over the large grand fountain, and watched as the priest gently dipped your frail body in the water, allowing you to rise and take your first breath. Seeing how you smiled delicately, accepting your dedication to fulfilling God's will, creates a smirk in defiance to form gracefully on his dark lips. Now, this ritualistic occurrence was not unique to him, but he could care less, for the event wasn't the reason for his stay. It was you that he was interested in. Your innocence appealed to him, and the strength of your devotion, especially at such a young age, what an enchanting young girl you were. Perhaps he'll possess you and devour your soul while you sleep, letting you die while he tucks your spirit away for safe keeping.

Spreading his wings wide, they rested against the cathedral ceiling; the darkness of the spikes and bat-like features looked as if it smeared the face of the great mother Mary and baby Jesus, tainting their warm faces with the hue of black and blood red. His lithe frame is sharply adorned in an all-black suit with fingerless gloves, while his hair is stained royal purple. Gravity did not affect his demonic nature; no one would have been able to notice him even if he decided to become visible to the mortal eye. He took on a perfect stance of a straight stand, parallel to the roof of the ceiling, with arms carelessly crossed and a raised hand stroking his lips by the lead index. Chuckling, he becomes amused and admires your happiness in becoming one of them, another tribal animal that falls into the pretenses of spiritual love and devotion, neglecting the nature of your mortal existence and desire. That won't do for him, considering he can only devour your spirit when it is strong in faith.

……………..

Years have passed since then, and the hellish guest permanently remained in your life, unbeknownst to you. It was enjoyable for him to watch you grow, molding into a prideful young woman. He admired your dedication but grew infatuated by your stubbornness. You had no problems remaining vigilant in keeping your chastity, but it wasn't easy. As you came of age, you longed for a sense of touch and physical companionship. Most times, you continued to plow through life with your dedication strong and steady, yet some moments you questioned if you were doing enough, feeling complacent with your current path and therefore drifting in thought, wondering if there is more to life than just serving the Lord.

It had hit you hard upon graduating high school, you realized that your greatest wish was to do more, thus furthering your motivation to stay on the current course. Especially after observing your peers, watching them take part in dating, following the natural courses of love, marriage, and family life. You did everything you could to take your mind off it, from actively volunteering in holy community services to leading Bible study every day, but none of it gave you the strength you needed to stay engaged with your dedication to God. Unfortunately for you, he had sensed it and took great delight watching as you tried fighting off your instinctive desires as a mortal woman.

There were times when his invisibility was clicked on or off, depending on his mood, yet it didn't matter for each time that he was present, he remained undetected. Whether it was appearing as the air itself, or disguising as one of your friends, teachers, or even your parents, he gained interaction to hear how lovely your voice became with age. He had found you peculiar upon discovering you as a young girl, but seeing how you grew into the dedicated young woman you are today, he was obsessed. Who could have ever thought that demons could gain affection and desire for humans? It wasn't natural nor was it normal, but there is a first for everything, including him. The last straw was when he lay, relaxing himself on your bedspread, watching as you remained oblivious to his unobtrusive presence. Figuring you were going to conduct your normal routine in changing inside your closet space, he relaxes on your bedding, already knowing that your inclusive habit was due to your shyness in changing out in the open, despite being nestled in the privacy of your room…or so you thought.

It's true, that you have made a habit of changing in discrete areas such as your closet or your bathroom, but time has an effect on everyone, even God's most dutiful child. Sure, you were still fruitful and pure, but as you matured, you found it nearly silly

you weren't as shy as you were before. You were a fully, blossomed young woman who helped and loved her family and had prospects to attend the university of your choice in the oncoming months, all with the attending hopes of joining a nunnery and becoming a bride of his holiness.

His brow raises when he notices you undressing. Shifting his gaze, he looked confused for a moment as you broke out of your traditional habit, and stripped off your clothing delicately until you reached full nudeness. It takes a lot for him to become shaken, it's never happened before, but you accomplished a feat that many, including the demons of Hell, found impossible to achieve. There he lay, iris expanding and glowing red as he noted the suppleness of your soft skin, how you tenderly removed your skirt, blouse, and the undergarments that cradled your luscious breasts and the simple white lace that protected the heart of your core. It was at that moment for the first time since he discovered you, he realized that he was not just intrigued, but obsessed with having you. His infatuation develops into something deeper and stronger upon seeing your bare form, he had to keep you, shower you with his darkness, and hide your lightened heart away for only him to admire.

………………

"Y/N, come here sweetheart, and meet the new priest who has graciously volunteered his services to our church."

You had just returned from your college orientation and noted an unfamiliar umbrella staged by the front door upon entry. Your steps were timid, but you approached the living room steadily, catching sight of your mother and father both speaking to a tall figure, with his back facing you. Your mother catches your entry and bids you to introduce yourself, and you had every means of doing so gracefully, until he turned around.

"Y/N, this is Father Ethan, he has come from far away and is blessing our church with his devotion and preaching of God." Your father added on, continuing your mother's praise of the rather young-looking man that stood before you. He had dark, shiny black hair, was lean, and had a handsome face; for a priest, he was unlike any holy servant you had ever seen before. He was Asian, though you couldn't pinpoint which national region his ethnic background came from, and didn't probe to ask as it would have been too rude. You smiled sweetly and finally gulped faith before emitting your first words in greeting him.

"It's…nice to meet you, Father Ethan. My name is Y/N…."

"Well hello, it's very nice to finally meet you, Y/n. Your parents were spending the last hour boasting about you."

Looking over to your parents, Father Ethan displays a sly smirk as he crosses his arms and swings his body before returning his gaze to your direction. Your parents nod with approval and gleam proudly. You couldn't be entirely sure but there was something strange about your meeting with Father Ethan; there was an unusual level of attraction that you felt towards, and from him.

The next day, you carried out your diligent duties in leading Bible study for the younger age group. Walking in, you immediately became aware of the stark emptiness inside; no one was around, yet the candles were lit. Making your way down the aisle, you looked around and peeked between the benches, only to find that the main hall was just as empty. You stood before the holy cross, admiring the small statues and chalices that decorate the platform where the priest conducted his prayer and Biblical lecture, when suddenly a deep voice emerges from behind you. "You're here for Bible study?"

Sharply turning, you set your eyes on Father Ethan. He stood straight and tall, wearing a casual black suit with a white undershirt, partially unbuttoned. "Oh, I'm sorry Father, I didn't know you were here."

"Pay no mind, and no need to apologize." he slyly smiles in response.

Surrendering a faint nod, you smiled sweetly before clearing your throat. "Are the children here?"

"Oh you mean the ones you're leading for the lecture? I'm afraid not, everyone had prior engagements set in stone and couldn't make it."

Stroking his chin, he flares his infamous smirk once more, locking his gaze and finding you heavenly and delectable.

"You know…y/n….your diligence and faith towards God is astonishing."

"It is?"

"Mmhmm…I wonder if there is anything you wouldn't do, all in the name of your love for him."

Your eyes slightly widen as you lean in, enhancing the value of your statement. "There isn't…I would do anything to show my loyalty and to become closer, I intend to be a bride of God."

"You want to be a nun?"

Nodding, you shifted your gaze to the side upon feeling his gaze examining you with intrigue.

"Interesting." Walking towards you, his hand reaches down and gently cups your cheek. Just as he expected, your skin was soft and supple, the strands of your hair grazing against his knuckle felt like silk threads, and you warmed his coldness in an instant. "Hm…pretty."

You were taken aback by his statement, as he displays a devious smile. "No-no…it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you…in fact, I'm here to help you to get closer…"

"Closer to God?" your eyes began to water, yet you couldn't help it, you became curious by his rather bold statement. Chuckling, he bites down on his lower lip and steps back. "You wanna see proof?… You wanna see a miracle…y/n?"

Nodding once more, you watch as he takes one of the empty chalices in his hand and flicks it. The chime of the brass echoes through the main hall and into the massive foyer. Presenting it to you, you gently cradle the cup in both hands and become stunned upon seeing that the chalice was filled with blood-red wine. "I-is….is this?…. How?" You snapped your gaze over to him, curious for an explanation as you were quite sure the chalice was empty a moment ago.

"Are…you an….are you an angel?… Father Ethan?"

"Something like that." tilting his head, he continues to flash his devilish smile before whispering once again, "Something….like that."

Looking down at the chalice, you smile softly. "Can I ask why you're here?"

Playfully rolling his eyes to the side, he shrugs his shoulders before emitting an answer. "Just here to help preach his desire."

"….What is his desire?"

"You really want to know?"

"…..Yes…."

Snapping his hand forward, he snags your wrist and rapidly pulls you close, pressing you chest to chest. "First…." he softly lets out into your ear before he slowly licks the nook of your neck.

"Father! W-what…!"

"Shh….I said…everything is going to be alright…don't you trust me?….If you don't, I guess I can leave and you'll be forever marked in his eye as someone who went against his will…."

Gasping, you desperately voiced out your objection. "No! That's not true! I would do anything for him, even if it meant giving up my happiness. That's how much I love him."

"Huh…that right?" Rolling his tongue, he tilts his head and peers his gaze into yours. "You know what would make him happy?"

"….No…would you tell me?"

"Its easier if I showed you…come here."

Gripping your shoulders, he straightens your posture and squares you up with his frame. He leans in and places a soft and sensual kiss on your neck, stirring a vibrating sense to riddle deep inside your gut. Giving you the thrill of passion, he presses his parted lips against yours and harshly breathes out, coating your skin with the warmth of his exhale. Slowly, his tongue trails through his mouth, feeding its way through your lips and smears his saliva over your tongue and cheek. Your brows furrow in fear and worry, but slowly transitions into delight once you reminded yourself of how Father Ethan was bringing you closer to God, or so he says. No one could blame you, after all, seeing his talent with what he did to the chalice was proof enough that he was not an ordinary person. But what was he exactly?

Your thoughts were interrupted when his grip changes, holding your firmly by your waist while he buries his tongue deeper. As soon as you let out a gasping moan, he takes things a step further by smoothing his palms over every curve of your body. Hesitant, you try to push yourself away, yet his hold on you remained strong and he continues to shower you with the passion of his sinful touch. "Stay close to me, I promise I'll show you heaven."

"O-okay…." you faintly whispered, unable to make any sense of what was going on. You knew that what he was doing was a sin, something your parents had warned you to avoid. However, when he began feeding his hand under the hem of your dress, and smother your neck and chin with his dangerous kisses, you faltered at the sensation, keeping in mind that you were displaying your loyalty to God and his will.

"F-Father Ethan…I…I can't breathe…" you whimper as he forces your head to tilt back, allowing him a wider range to lick and nibble the skin on your throat. "It's okay, I'll fix that in a second." He mumbles.

Turning you around, he was abrupt and rough with his movements, he could tell that you didn't seem to mind, at least it didn't sound like it. Since he started to rub your inner thighs, your pitch sounded more pleasurable and less fearful. Either you were too trusting towards him, or you were melting at the feeling of being ravished by his hands and mouth.

Piercing your entry, you gasped in shock upon realizing that his hand had made its way under your panties, taking advantage of your partially exposed cavity. "Wait! Wh-what are you doing!?" you gasped out, placing your hands on his shoulders as he inserts his fingers, lifting you upwards in the process. "Dont worry…its all in his will, remember?" Father Ethan smirks as he burrows his face into your neck, groaning against your skin. "You wanna be closer to heaven, riiiiight?" Gripping a handfull of your hair, he forcefully tilts your head to the side and bites, "Ah! That hurts!" Resetting your position, he looks down at you under heavy lids, his smirk completley gone but the lust in his eye remains. "Tell you what, if you're good, I'll show you my wings."

You looked up, completely bewildered. "You have…wings?" He nods his head as he pets your hair, it was at that moment you were convinced he really was an angel. Sensing your instant will and obedience, he ignores in confirming the validity of your submission and instead, turns you around while ripping your dress in half. Shredding off your undergarments, you cover yourself as you stood fully nude with his frame pressing against you from behind. "Did you know that you've been lied to all your life?" kissing your back, he leaves a lengthy trail down your spine as he plasters his lips onto your skin.

"W-what do you mean?" You ask in all earnesty, trying to refrain from releasing your desperate moans of pleasure as you relish in the sensation of each kiss. With his lips pressed onto your lower back, he grips the back of your thighs before mumbling against you, giving a slight tickle. "God would never demand that his creations to be so ignorant as to dismiss their instinctive will to learn the life lessons of pleasure, pain, and happiness. It's what humans are meant to do in their short lifespan." Biting down, you felt the sting of his demeanor on the back of your shoulder. "I'm sure he appreciates the spiritual faith in his name, but what good is flesh and blood if not without the practice of tasting, feasting, and desiring the need to touch and be touched."

Counterattacking his resolve, you whimper your words, trying your best to maintain composure. "Flesh and blood is all but a facade, its our will that remains everlasting and true."

Chuckling, you feel his teeth against the back of your neck as he responds in amusement. "Hmph…that right? Well then princess, let's see if we can break that will of yours."

He wastes no time and begins to insert his lengthy shaft into your womanhood. Even though you hadn't given him consent, you weren't resisting to the act, so long as he kept his promise in bringing you closer to God, among other things. True, you wanted to be closer, you wanted to see Father Ethan's wings, and you wanted to enter heaven, but there was also the longing built up within you that desired for him to do more. The feeling of his thickness filling you became the most painful and pleasurable sensation you've ever felt; you nearly questioned how you could have gone so long without experiencing it, when a quick thrust on his part pinched you with sharp pain.

"Ugh….it-it hurts! F-Father Ethan…."

"Call me Heeseung baby." Be breathes out in a low groan.

"He-Heeseung?"

Noting your perfect pronunciation, he showers you with praise as he continues to lick your neck. "Very good. You have a gift of tongues, don't you?"

Fully leaned forward, he coats your back with his chest, sealing his muscle as he stuffs his entire girth in between your wet folds. "Ready to see Heaven?"

You hesitated for a second, but nodded as your body shook vigorously from the immense pressure. "Alrighty then." he smirks, just as he starts his thrusts back up. "Wow…you're fucking perfect, aren't you?"

He starts slow, but picks up the pace as he continues to pump his lengthy cock in and out of your entry. The bulging tip harshly taps against a sweet spot that lays dormant inside of you, something you never knew existed until now. In and out, he steadily increases the pace, the sound of your skin wrapping his, squelching as he thrusts ferociously with the hidden intentions of staining your internal spirit with the darkness of Hell. He goes faster, your body jolts forward as he slams his cock deep inside each time, with his thighs slamming against your own and his groin popping against your derriere. Lost in the whirlpool of erotic pleasure, your moans were interrupted as you felt his fingers crawling up, around your neck, and onto you chin. Tapping his finger against your lips, he lets out an indiscriminate tone and smirks out another one of his chuckles. "Open." Bidding to his demand, you part your lips and watch as he slips his index in and rubs the inside of your cheek. "Good girl…"

Just as you started to question his claims, his voice punctures your thoughts when he asks you, "Can you see them?"

Never losing his momentum, he continues to pump his cock, disrupting the tightness and elasticity of your feminine virtue, jerking your body back and forth from his performance. Confused by his formulation, you were about to bid him to elaborate when suddenly you saw the glowing of spheres surrounding your bodies. Thrusting, your body motions forward and back as he pulls you by the hips, making it nearly impossible for you to admire the majestic beauty of what appeared to be stars, encircling you.

"W-what….ugh!"

"I told you, didn't I?…I'd show you heaven…"

Seeing the evidence of what you could only surmise as divine intervention, you submit fully by extending your arms overhead and plastering your forearms against the wall, spreading your legs even more and allowing him unbarricaded access. Arching your back, you perk your rear cheeks upward, wanting to see and feel more.

"Yeah? Bet you wanna see more, don't you?" he scoffs in between his growls. Nodding, you bend and submit every inch of your will and begged him to do more. "Huh….if only everyone you know could see you right now….what would dear mommy and daddy think if they were to see their precious daughter getting fucked…hmm?" Following his words, he speeds up his thrusts as he firmly grips the center of your throat. "Keep yourself steady baby….you feel so fucking tight like this."

Following his instructions, you keep yourself arched as you feel his thrusts going in deeper and harder. His fingers rubbing the side of your neck as he holds you down, pinning you against the wall while he takes advantage in fully penetrating you. The more he did, the more you saw. Soon the entire hall was filled with the glowing spheres; you watched as they fluttered around and looked too beautiful to be real. They had to be angels; small and delicate cherubs that were enhancing the legitimacy of his claims.

In between your pleading moans, you faintly smile as you felt wholesome in seeing what others could not, all due to giving yourself up to this man. Letting him continue, he delightfully takes you in and punctures your entry for hours, painting your skin blue, purple, and red by his licks and nibbles. He kept going and going, your body became numb and the pleasure wore off, the only thing you could feel at this point was prickling pain and sting, yet each time he sensed your weakened state, he taunted you with his words, teasing as he scoffs them out. "Are you giving up on me? Should I stop?"

You shook your head every single time, maintaining your stance so that you could continue to be closer to your faith, to which he would respond with a chuckle, and a dark decree. "Gonna fucking break you to pieces, girl."

You barely had enough time to process his word's let alone respond, all due to his last and final effort in increasing his speed. "Oh fuck you feel so good…going to make me cum."

With tears staining your cheeks, you shook your head as you helplessely leaned your head against the wall's surface, already having done too much to suddenly stop now, not that he would ever let you. Punching your internal gut, he goes faster, deeper, and harder. Your breasts bounce fiercly as your hair flies forward, your skin tainted red as he drags his nails and digs them in. Reaching your breaking point, a sharp, stabbing sensation pierces your clit as overstimulation takes effect from the constant throbbing of his cock. "Please! No more! I-I cant!"

Your scream was all he needed to hear before he releases, fully submerging his cock deep as he groans into your ear. "My little slut...you feel me turning us into parents?" Filling you, your walls become stained by the creaminess of his seed, the warmth of it all eases you inside and out. When he was finally done, he slowly exits, releasing his grip and letting you drop to the floor. You whimper as you lay weakened, your womanhood destroyed and beaten, and all he did was stand feircly tall as he smiled deviously. Grabbing hold of his cock, he slowly strokes it as he watches you faintly struggle up. "How pretty…I'm going to have fun keeping you all to myself."

Looking up, you tearfully watch as his blackened hair turns purple, his eyes glowed dangerously red, and his lips darken. The white spheres around suddenly turned black, formulating into wild shapes of various demons with jagged teeth and elongated tongues that practically reached the floor. Beyond frightened, you gasped out a series of whimpers as you used your arms to back away, only to meet with the wall behind.

"What?…Scared?" he chuckles, taking his steps closer to you. "Didn't I promise to show you my wings? My pretty...pretty....pretty wife..."

Furrowing your brows, you looked at him mercifully when he abruptly stretches his neck. From left to right, a series of cracks could be heard as he hovers his chin over each shoulder, his lids remained partially shut, revealing the rolling of his eyes towards the back of his head; with a subtle groan, he releases his bat-like wings as they extend high and wide. Covering your mouth, you gasp in horror as you begin to sob hysterically. What have you done? Who was he and just what did you allow him to do to you? The entire afternoon spent with him taking away your purity.

"Y-you're….you're not an angel…." you muttered out, watching as he reopens his eyes and tilts his head. Gazing at you with a smirk that pitied your oblivious state of mind, his eyes drift and takes in the miraculous sight of you from head to toe. He loved how broken and helpless you looked, trapped against the wall as you attempt to cover your breasts and bring your closed legs in. With a pleading tone, you asked with sweet innocence in your voice as your eyes pushed out fresh tears. "A-are you….the Devil?"

Smirking, he takes in a final step and kneels down before you, leaning in for a kiss. Holding your head steady by a fistful of hair, he gently pulls your head back, and whispers before sealing your fate eternally, having special plans in store for when he brings you back home with him, leaving you unfound and forever a mystery in the world you were born into.

With a deep tone, his lips brush against your own as he responds…

"Something like that…"

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[tyunkus]

perv

pairing: bf!huening kai x fem!reader summary: maybe kai is more of a pervert than he lets on. maybe you like it.

wc: 2.2k 

warnings: reader is fem!bodied and referred to as a girl multiple times!!! dont read if that makes u uncomfy pls! there is also: established relationship, both of you are horny af Thus the references to being a perv and whatnot, making out, LOTS OF BEGGING from both reader n hyuka kinda, dirty talk (praise with elements of degradation n humiliation), pet names (baby, angel, good girl), penetrative, No condom (practice safe sex lovelies), not rly breeding but breeding-adjacent (hyuka comes inside u <3), some stuttering i guess cuz kai is nervous n opening up his sexual horizons but it’s all cute and mushy, kai talks a lot in this he can’t shut up ur pussy’s too perfect babe

note: less plot than amazon wishlist sorry hehe i just wanted to write cutesy kai trying his hand at dirty talk with his perfect sexy gf (you)! i love him so bad guys i tried to portray him as best as possible but i might have failed miserably and if i did you’re allowed to egg my house ALSOOOO kinda rushed and not proofread and unbeta-ed im so sorry the ending SUCKSSSS

ALSO! if you were wondering why it seems familiar i based this ask off of the draft for this

“Can I kiss you?” Kai asks.

He always asks first, even though he knows you will always say yes. And you always feel so fluttery whenever he does, even though you’ve kissed him so many times now his lips feel familiar when they nudge against yours. It usually starts out like this—just the two of you on his bed, straddling his hips as he looks up at you. He says it’s his favorite perspective of you, which you’re not sure you understand. But Kai is always firm in his opinions of you, so you don’t mind.

“Please, please,” you say, and so he does, lips slotting against yours, soft, soft. Kai makes a quiet noise, reaches up to brush away your hair. His hands, so large and warm where he keeps them on your waist, just above your hip. 

“So pretty. My pretty baby,” he murmurs, and your heart sings. You bunch your hands up in his shirt, breathe him in. You want to bite him.

“Kai. Kai.”

“Yes? Hm?”

“Please. I want—I want—” The worst part is you can’t even verbalize what you want, either, but you’re squirming and panting on his lap, lips slick with his spit, and there’s honestly not many messages that those movements could possibly allude to other than I want your cock. “I—please, Kai, ah.”

“Gonna make me crazy,” Kai says, voice teetering on a whine. “Your noises. So cute. Want more, pretty? More?”

You kiss him again, drinking in his words, running your hands through his hair. Cute, cute. He’s breathing heavily, nose bumping against your cheek. Hours, you could spend hours just kissing him. Cute. You don’t realize you say it out loud until Kai makes a high noise at the back of his throat.

“Angel—so beautiful—I wanna—ah, can I, please—”

You take his wrist, guide his hand to the waistband of your pajamas. “Can you?” you ask, almost beg, your fingers trembling where they fold around his wrist. “Kai, please, I want you to touch me.”

You trail off when you see Kai’s expression, tentative and unsure. “Baby,” he whispers, tipping you down towards him so he can press a mountain of kisses against the column of your throat. His hand brushes over the hem of your underwear, soothing the divide between skin and bright pink lace. The warmth of his hand ghosts over you, where you ache the most, and you try not to sound too pathetic when you whine. “Baby, baby, shh, you know I want to.”

“Then do it,” you plead, your legs practically shaking with how badly you want it. Need it. You could hate him for not giving it to you. You could, but Kai likes good girls, and that’s what you are. What you want to be.

“Be a good girl,” Kai instructs, gently, his voice wavering still. There it is—Kai’s kinks slipping through the cracks. Finally, after you had to go through all the work to shatter it yourself. He’s still so shy about it, sounding so unsure when he talks dirty to you, but you can tell he finds it hot, with how red his cheeks get. “Not now, baby. Be good for me, don’t you want to be good?”

“Please,” you plead, completely ignoring him, inching the tips of your fingernails up and down his chest, his shoulders, his throat. You lean down until your face is practically buried in his hair, and you can feel his breath hit your tummy, his hands pressing down on your waist. “Kaaaaaiiiiii.”

But he only giggles brightly, face breaking into a smile against your skin. He loves this, gets off on this dynamic—you are normally the one taking the lead, but in here, like this, it’s Kai who gets to play with you the way he wants, coax reactions out of you with every touch. Treat you like a princess, be in charge, because it’s only in bed that he wants to. You can order him around during the daytime as much as you like, as long as he gets to fuck you up the way he wants.

“Want it that bad, sweetheart?” he murmurs, planting a kiss on your tummy. “So bad you’re practically gagging for it, huh? Want something else to gag on?”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “Shut up,” you cry, heart fluttering at the way he giggles right after. “Fuck me first, please, I want it so bad.”

Kai coos at you, rubbing his hands along the sides of your thighs. “I know, baby, I know. Let me flip you over, sweetheart, I’ll take care of my cute baby.” And so he does, gently lifting you off of his crotch and letting you land softly on your back; he slides you a glittering smile, then settles his hands between your legs once again. “Want me to finger you first?”

You nod. “Anything, want anything. Please. Just you.”

Kai hums. “Anything? What if I made you get– get off on my thigh, hm? I…” He trails off here, steadies his breath. You can see the way his gaze trails down your body, hungry, wanting. “What if I used one of your cute toys on you, took it away right before you came? Would you… would you still want that?”

“Don’t care, Kai, just want you—you can do anything, anything, please—”

Kai groans and buries his face in your neck, thumbing over your clothed cunt. “F-fuck, baby,” he rumbles against your skin, feeling his fingertips dip inside you, slippery with your wetness. “So worked up over— over just a bit of touching, fuck, what a cute baby. So horny for me, for my cock, right?”

You let out a moan, your hips bucking up to meet his fingers. “Mhm, yes, Kai. Give me, give it to me.”

“Okay, okay, I will.” Kai presses a kiss to your cheek, so unfitting and filthy compared to his fingers rubbing over you. He pulls back slightly to look you in the eye. You can sense the flicker of nervousness underneath. “I’m not gonna last very long. Probably. ’S that okay?”

“That’s fine,” you breathe. “I don’t care. Just… I just want you inside of me.”

“I can do that,” Kai chokes, and you laugh. “Could I– could I fuck you like this?”

“Like what?”

Kai pokes your waist. “Missionary?” he says like it’s an offer, the corners of his lips rising when you squirm. “I want to see your face while I fuck you. You always look so pretty like that.”

Your cheeks heat and you look away. “You’re a perv. But okay, sure.”

“You’re the perv. Got all horny when we we’re just making out.” He presses a wet kiss to your cheek. “What if I had just wanted to kiss you, huh? Just some pure, innocent making out.”

“Sorry. You get me all worked up.”

Kai giggles. “I know. Love hearing you say it.” He hums while he takes off his sweatpants, and you do the same—you’re still tugging off your shirt when you feel his fingers brush against the clasp of your bra.

“You desperate?” you tease, letting him take it off for you.

Kai nods solemnly, moving down so his bare hips are parallel to yours. “Hell yeah,” he says, but you’re looking so intently at his cock that you forget to laugh. “Quit staring, perv.”

“You’re so annoying,” you shoot back, but there’s no bite, and he only smiles, taking the base of his cock to align himself with you. There’s a bare second of quiet, where you can hear both of your breaths, bated and waiting, and you can see the desperation—the hunger—in Kai’s face.

“Can I put it in now, baby?” he breathes. “Please? F-fuck, please?”

Shit. You might go insane if he keeps this up, begging prettily for you before he even gets his cock inside. You whine and nod, breath hitching when his fingers graze your tits. “Please, Kai,” you whimper. “Please, yes, please.”

Kai grabs the base of his cock again and eases the tip past your folds, his heart beating wildly. He breathes heavily, his other hand steady on your hip, so large compared to your smaller frame. “Jesus fucking Christ. You feel so good,” he says, trying not to sound too whiny when he barely put it in, but you don’t even notice, trembling beneath him. His brows furrow, lost in your warmth, but he manages to muster a smile. “You okay, angel?”

“Yeah.” Your voice is high and reedy. Your hands bunch up in the sheets. “Put—more, more, please.”

“Sure, sweetheart,” he responds, sounding on the verge of tears, because he quite honestly is about to cry with how tight you feel already. He eases more in, slowly, letting you take it in inch by inch, relishing in the feeling. A few moments pass and your hips finally meet; you let out twin sighs of relief. Kai leans over to mouth at your shoulder, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Shiiit, baby, you feel fucking good.”

You only moan in response, almost drooling onto the sheets. Kai stays still for a while, letting you get used to it, marvelling at how wet you are.

“Shit, I could be inside you forever. Oh, fuck. W-would you let me? Hm? Ah, would you let me—shit—fuck this t-tight cunt everyday? Want me to be inside you all the time, right? Isn’t that right, baby?” Kai taps your cheek and you just sob, backing your hips against his desperately. Kai lets out a giggle, and it’s so high-pitched and out of place you would probably scold him if you were in any other state of mind.

Alas, instead you’re trembling beneath him as he pounds you, whining and drooling on the sheets because his cock feels so good. It should be embarrassing. It definitely is. But you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“You’re a f-fucking pervert,” you whine.

Kai breaks into a smile, so wide and so fucking proud of himself. You can tell, even through your hazy mind, and it makes your heart swell. “Shit, I must have a good fuckin’ cock if I got you all f-fucked up like this,” he murmurs, using his free hand to play with your nipples. “I love you so much, angel. Love making you feel good.” The filth falls so easily from his mouth that it’s hard for you to believe that not one hour ago Kai was struggling to even call you a good girl.

“Luh—fuck, love you too, Kai,” you wail, bringing your hands up to splay across your face. “Please, please keep going, f-feels so good—”

“You’re so shy,” Kai whispers, his expression melting into a grin. He reaches up, pinches your cheeks. “How are you still so shy, hm? Your pussy is weeping onto my cock and you’re acting like this? So cute. Wanna fuck you so hard.”

“You already are,” you whine, reaching up to slap weakly at his chest. “Fuck, why are you t-talking so much?”

Kai giggles again. “Feels so good, that’s why. Your pussy’s making my brain melt. Fuck.” He gives a particularly hard thrust here, then moves his hand to rub over your tummy. “’M gonna come soon. Love you—I love you so much. Where do you want it, angel? Inside?”

“Mmm—yeah, fuck, please.”

“Gonna fuck you til your pussy’s all white and mine, alright? Fuck it back into you so it stays there, ffff-fuck, baby, I love you, thank you, I love you so mu— fuck—”

Wet heat inside you and a soft breath against the side of your neck—you feel his head drop onto your shoulder before his hand reaches over to your clit. His hips shift and he pulls out, only to move down between your legs and give your pussy a soft, almost kittenish lick. “G’na come f’me, too, angel,” he murmurs around your pussy, and you can see the hints of a smile gracing his face when your legs close around his head and muss up his hair. “Come on, please, please, want you to come—”

He lolls out his tongue and buries his face deeper in between your thighs, and it only takes a few mor licks, sucks, and the steady pump of his fingers before you’re coming, legs trembling around his ears and hands tangled in his messy hair. Your hips buck up into the air but his lips still follow, chasing the taste, and you whine from the overstimulation.

When he pulls away, a string of spit follows. He can’t move far before you’re grabbing him and pulling him into a kiss, smiling against his teeth when he lets out a small oof. He’s on top of you now, hand cupping your cheek. 

“Love you,” Kai murmurs, kissing your forehead. “Love you so much. You okay? You’re making a face.”

You are. “Sorry—one of your plushies—Molang, I’m like, sitting on it—”

“Oh!” You lift your hips and Kai reaches underneath your torso to retrieve his blue penguin Molang pushie. He smiles down at you. “Were you on it the entire time?”

“No, I think it fell while you were eating me out and somehow ended up underneath me.”

Kai grins and nuzzles his face into your neck. “You were arching your back that much? Did it feel that good?”

“I think this concerns the amount of plushies you have, not your stroke game—”

“My pussy eating game, actually.”

You throw another Molang plushie at his face. It’s soft, just like his cheeks when he smiles at you and they get all squishy, just like his lips when you tug him down for another kiss.

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[love-bitesx]

HII!!! how are you?? i love your writing so much‼️‼️ i have an actual question and then a request for fic or yk what i mean?

the question is do you take anons? like emoji anons so like you know whos who while stillmbeing able tl be anonymous? if you do could i be one? and if i can be an emoji anon could i be 🪐? (im just writing all this on one ask so it wont be a hassle yk?)

and as for the request i was wondering if you could write hobie with a fem reader (can be gender neutral idc) who love’s physical touch but has sensory issues/overloads where sometimes even when like just holding hands they random tuck their hand away and get annoyed or irritated from all kinds of physical touch but still love it? idk how to explain it all that well😓😓 like the reader’s love language is physical touch but they dont ask for it and mostly think they dont deserve it due to being touch starved and now that hobie came along they love the touch but the sensory issues/overloads make it harder??

im so sorry if this is confusing🙏🏼🙏🏼 also you dint have tk write this if you dont want to its completely understandable!! love your work sm‼️

take care🫶🏼

HIII IM SORRY THIS GOT LOST COMPLETELY, HI 🪐 ANON ILY !! i absolutely will take emoji anons i love all my little anon/requesters ur all angels

sensory issues r icky!!! i struggle with them massively, especially in relationships – i get it!! this is a safe space for anything like that, and any neurodivergent readers/requesters!! i love u all

hobie x reader w sensory issues!!

- initially, he’d be defensive about it

- as in the very first time you denied his touch, purely because he’d be convinced you’re mad at him.

wringing your wrists, you breathed a shaky sigh of relief as peace restored itself in your head, sitting yourself down on your sofa, letting yourself relax. it’d been a tough day, with even tougher emotions, and your chest burnt with tension, skin crawling at the feeling of your jumper against it. movement sounded somewhere in the apartment, but you ignored it, just allowing yourself a moment of peace.

until, you felt a hand slide itself into yours, the sofa dipping in weight as hobie threw himself next to you. a conflicted wave of emotions hit you, immediate comfort filling your chest at the feeling of your dear boyfriends touch after a long day – but your skin surged with irritation, brain overwhelming itself with noise, causing you to rip your hand away.

“darlin’?” hobie’s voice was small, concern lacing it’s words.

“i-i just need to be alone, hobie,” you avoided his gaze, pushing yourself up off the sofa and heading to your room. he followed, not unlike a lost puppy, wracking his brain to see if maybe he’d upset you.

“did i do somethin’, y/n?” his tone was sterner, almost defensive.

“no, no, i just–” you sighed, hands shaking slightly as you attempted to surprise the growing annoyance in your chest, “i just need a little space, i need to be on my own right now.”

- he would take your words completely differently, thinking you meant space from him

- but once you explained that it wasn’t him specifically, purely just your brain deciding that hey! now everything suddenly feels disgusting and fills you with ungodly rage, he was a lot more considerate & understanding.

- took him a little while, purely because he was obsessed with your touch, literally drunk off it most days.

- his natural stance was with you, leant against you or arm suspended over your shoulders, so it took him some time to get used to that not happening occasionally.

- he’d learn little ways to ask you if it’s okay

- mostly, he would just outright ask “a’right if i touch you, pretty?” and wait for your answer patiently

- but if you’re out and about, or maybe with others, and he can see that you’re overwhelmed and possibly even verbally shutdown, he had a little routine:

- he’d be subtle with it, tapping his own knee or a subtle wave to catch your eyeline, and once you were watching, he’d interlock his own hands, a questioning look in his eye.

- if you nodded, he’d be all over you, content with the feeling of you

- if you shook your head, or averted his gaze, he’d simply smile, and wait patiently for you to come to him

- more than anything, he just wants to learn from you – learn what you like, what you don’t like, how he can help when you’re overwhelmed, if he even can, etc.

- he’d be sooooo patient my god

- he’d literally wait for hours, even longer if it meant you would be comfortable and happy

he’s just happy to have u by his side and call you his!! he doesn’t mind if he can’t touch you all the time, and he never takes any outbursts or bad moods to heart, he understands it’s hard for you

if other people weren’t as understanding, though — maybe friends draping themselves over you, hugging you, nudging you, etc. when your sensory issues were more prevalent, he’d be the first one to your defense

bonus:

if you had verbal shutdown, he’d carry around a little notepad in his pockets at all times, even when you’re not around (he just got used to carrying it). he likes seeing the little drawings and doodles you do, little kisses you put on the page for him when you can’t express it yourself physically, or verbally.

he just loves u a lot.

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[xnchxntmxnt]

I've certainly got nightbringer brainrot as well. Here's my piece.

Satan is very clearly less in control of his anger and emotions in general, and even most of his brothers fear him at this point. Maybe he goes on a rampage, but this time the reader gets caught up in it somehow. Mc is hurt in the process after trying to help, and Satan comes to the harrowing realization that he was the cause.

Hm hm maybe some reverse comfort from reader? Satan that acts like a kicked puppy or perhaps he doubles down and makes things worse for himself.

Anyways I love nightbringer Satan! He doesn't seem the least bit threatening to me, it's very cute how angry he gets lol.

anon,,, ur patience is astronomical. plz do not hate me

I Will Never Let You Fall

Character: Satan (Obey Me)

Warnings: blood/injury mentions, brief description of a meltdown/anxiety attack. not proofread

Notes: i feel like the ending is a little rushed 😭😭 but I also wanted him to be soft. satan deserves to be held actually

Notes pt 2: also the song i got the title from is called "your guardian angel" (it's linked). ironic

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He didn’t realize what he’d done until it was already over. 

No, it wasn’t terrible at first glance, but he was worried. Incredibly worried. Worried to the point that he even called for Asmodeus’s help, despite not getting along with any of his brothers. 

There he sat, in your room, watching over you as you slept. There were long, white bandages wrapped delicately along your arm and a small potion on your bedside table that would help you heal faster. 

He’d lashed out—he was overstimulated and frustrated, experiencing feelings he didn’t like and they overwhelmed him. You’d only come in to ask to borrow a book, but between the new sound of your voice and the footsteps he could hear from the hallway, then the music he could hear because his door was open, no doubt from Mammon’s room, he couldn’t focus on anything other than the noise. It was all bad noise. 

And you ended up hurt. 

Your eyes fluttered open slowly and he sat up a bit straighter. He wanted to make sure you were okay. As gently as possible, he held your face and ran his thumb over your cheek. “Are you awake?” he asked, prepared to dart out of the room to get anything you requested of him. 

The next thing he knew, you were smiling at him. Smiling. He didn’t deserve for you to look at him like that—he’d hurt you, and you were smiling at him like he’d just handed you roses. 

“Don’t-don’t do that,” he muttered, pulling his hand away from you and hanging his head. He stared at his lap, trying not to sound angry at you. He wasn’t angry at you, he was angry with himself. But that’s what got you here in the first place—his anger. Wrath. The stupid powers he’d gotten stuck with because of his brothers decisions-

“You look upset,” you said softly, placing your hand over his. “I’m not mad at you, Satan. Don’t beat yourself up. I know you can’t always…control your magic as well as you’d like to.”

“Not–not beat myself up? Are you–” he was about to start yelling, he could feel the tension and heat rising in his body. Instead, though, he tried to take a deep breath and relax. “I’m sorry. I’m trying–”

“I know you are. That’s why I’m not upset. I don’t think you get enough credit for how hard you try, actually.” You slowly shifted, sitting up a little farther and sliding closer to the wall. With that, you patted the bed next to you, signaling him to sit with you, so he did. 

He tensed immediately when you laid your head against his shoulder, but slowly relaxed into the soft touch. He didn’t deserve all this, but you were willing to show how much you cared about him. 

Usually, when he felt hot, it was anger. But he couldn’t stop the heat from rising in his cheeks when you took his hand as well. Such a small action had a whirlwind of feelings going through his mind. However, he didn’t want to ruin the moment. Instead, he sat there in silence, allowing you to slowly fall in and out of sleep on his arm. It was the first moment of peace he’d felt since arriving in the Devildom. 

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[angelofthenight]

can you pls do a dating headcannon for The twin from the devils carnival x readerpls.is okay if youcant but if you do i really appreciate it.

The Twin x Reader: Relationship H/c’s

Warnings: 1 nsfw + 1 angst h/c

Word Count: 1.6k

( I thought it would be fitting for this to be my first post after my hiatus coz it was the earliest ask in my inbox😭 This was requested before I considered doing requests and then it got lost but once I saw it again in my inbox I got rly excited about it coz idk how the requester knew the Twin was my absolute fav in the Devil’s Carnival. So pookie so sorry this was like a three year long wait😭 I tried to write as much as I could to make up for how long it’s been💖 )

♡ No matter how you ended up in hell (whether it be you died a sinner, you’re a fallen angel, you’re an angel sent to deliver a letter, or you were a mortal who got there by mistake), you met while he got you to play one of his booth games

♡ You won. And he was hooked on you right off the bat

♡ He rigged his own game so he questioned how you managed to win and you just simply explained how you knew tricks to win carnival games

♡ After that, he’s so intrigued by you that he practically follows you around like a lost puppy

♡ Always lurking a meter behind you, just simply observing you

♡ The first time you caught him carelessly following you, “Can I help you?” You snapped as you turned around

♡ He stopped in his tracks, not even trying to hide or make it look like he was doing something else, and just stared at you. He slyly smiled with teeth and wiggled his gloved fingers at you as a wave

♡ You nervously swallowed and hesitantly continued walking, cursing the soft sound of his following footsteps

♡ You thought he was creepy at first with his hunched back and layered voice but you eventually warm up to him since of how often he sticks around you

♡ Once in a relationship, ur done for. Coz there is NO getting rid of him now

♡ He was clingy before with the non-secret stalking, but now that you’re romantically involved he’s practically glued to you, always going back and forth from your left and right side, constantly hovering you like a hawk

♡ Your body is like a magnet to him, he’s always mindlessly inching towards you until your arms are touching. But he can’t help it! He’s cold blooded and you warm him up the best way possible

♡ He’s practically physically clinging around you a few times a day, breathing down your neck type of closeness

♡ Never in a way that made you feel suffocated tho, it actually relaxed you knowing his presence would always be within reach. Plus sometimes he’d be so silent you’d forget he was there, leading to you getting a heart attack when he suddenly said something

♡ He loves scaring you for your cute little reactions, like tapping you on the shoulder and hiding when you turn around, he likes the look on your face and the way your heart jumps

♡ So expect him doing that A LOT

♡ But like, no one else is allowed to scare you though. Just him.

♡ He’s a hisser when he sees demons that are nothing but trouble approaching

♡ No matter how you ended up in hell, he doesn’t like you going off on your own. He knows hell well enough to know that everyone is unforgivingly horny and there’s a handful of untrustworthy and sadistic demons who are always looking for new playthings

♡ So that’s one of the many reasons why he likes to keep you close

♡ Oh he is most certainly the jealous type! He’s practically green with envy anytime he sees you getting along with other demons. He’ll suddenly slip in between you two and claim he desperately needs you for an urgent manner just so he could steal back your attention

♡ Absolutely hates when anyone interrupts your alone time. He won’t yell at the trespasser, not wanting you to know think he wants to hog your attention that badly, but will glare and occasionally hiss until they leave

♡ Omg he DEFINITELY shifts into other people to ask what you really think of him

♡ You subtly catch on tho. Coz like, the Doll would NEVER ask you what your favorite and least favorite thing about the Twin was

♡ You always think about letting him get away with it, but you find it more entertaining to squish the person’s cheeks and look directly in their eyes and say, “(pet name), I know it’s you”

♡ He changes back almost instantly with a grimy pout

♡ Plays with your hair when he teases you

♡ He doesn’t shy away from pda at all, he doesn’t believe he should have to change his affections or tone it down when in front of others. This is Hell after all

♡ He likes taking walks with your arms linked together

♡ Surprisingly, he’s a bit of a romantic: always going above and beyond for dates, never shies away from showering you in his verbal love, you are literally his main priority and the center of his world. He basically organizes his day around you and your needs

♡ He’s kind of an old-fashioned type of lover

♡ Always doing magic tricks for you by your demand, he finds it cute how vividly impressed you get over his illusions no matter how many times he shows you the same tricks

♡ He once considered teaching you the secrets behind the tricks but then he got worried that you would stop being amazed by him

♡ He has a morbidly good memory, he even remembers the most pointless, insignificant things. Though his memory can get annoying in playful bickering or the rare arguments with him bringing up very specific things you’ve said

♡ You sometimes cringe to yourself in the middle of the night over the thought that he remembers all the embarrassing stupid, ignorant things you’ve said

♡ Serious fights are slim to rare in your relationship. He can almost never get mad at you for anything, and even if he does he doesn’t stay mad for very long at all. He literally subconsciously defends you all the time even if it’s him you’re arguing with

♡ His empathy for you also makes you unable to stay mad at him, plus his willingness to cooperation to fix whatever it is you’re mad at him about

♡ He’ll pretend to be grumpy and resent you softly caressing your fingers over his scales, but he secretly ADORES it. Well, he thinks it’s a secret but really everyone knows he likes it

♡ He’s a clinger when asleep. I imagine he’s like a snake curling around you and squeezing so you can't escape

♡ He does like to watch you sleep in the dead of night

♡ If you’re ever separated for something and you have to go somewhere for a certain amount of time, his whole demeanor quite literally deflates due to your absence. He’s so dramatic when he misses you, he acts like you died died

♡ The thing he loves most about you is your assertiveness and how you never stand for anyone disrespecting you or hinting at it, no matter who they are. You’re courageous enough to tell others off and confront anyone about a certain matter

♡ His favorite physical feature of yours is your smile. To him, it brightens up the dark atmosphere of Hell and it fills him up with a foreign feeling. He could stare at your smile for hours, not in a creepy way though… well kind of in a creepy way

♡ He’s a biter, affectionately and sexually

♡ NSFW: Sex with him is insane and very dirty btw, need I remind you again that he’s literally a demon of Hell?

♡ Angst: Deep, deep down in his bones lives the confident fear that this romance won’t last. That either something terrible will happen to you or you will abandon him. He feels as if the end of his blissful happiness is an unavoidable destiny for a demon in Hell like him

♡ One of the many things he’s grateful for and appreciates is your acceptance of him. Like yeah you were definitely freaked out by him upon first meeting but you quickly grew to adore all his little quirks and creepy traits, he’s still a demon after all

♡ He’s also grateful for and appreciates your trust immensely. He knows all too well that trusting your vulnerability and heart in the hands of a demon is the most lethal risk. So the fact that you demonstrate comfort when with him warms a part of his desolated chest that hasn’t ever been touched before

♡ He’s earned that trust of yours by his endless proven loyalty to you and how you’re always his first choice

♡ You will always be his favorite playmate and audience

♡ He enjoys the silent moments with you. What is he thinking about in those moments? He’s wondering what you’re thinking about!

♡ He’s fairly open with you with his feelings but not really his thoughts, he doesn’t want to scare you away… at least badly

♡ He would feel incomplete without you. You are his main source of happiness and he considers you as the one good thing in his life

♡ I think he would quite literally do anything you ask of him, I’m talkin heaven and back for you, and without the restraint of morals holding him back, the possibilities of his request granting are nearly infinite

♡ The effect you’ve had on the double-talker is evident to everyone with eyes. Everyone noticed instantly how he’s literally always with you

♡ Some demons claim he’s gone soft, but they only say that because of how he acts around you (like a wounded puppy), he still has little to no regard for others (others who aren’t you ofc)

♡ Most of them are just secretly mad and envious that the creepy-crawly snakish or lizardish or whatever he is demon got to fall in love

♡ Overall, having this slithery and hissy shape shifter as your companion can get very annoying… but somehow he endlessly makes up for it with his unwavering loyalty and infatuation for you and always keeping each day interesting

#nivek ogre #the devil’s carnival #the twin #devils carnival #the devils carnival #Devil’s Carnival #the twin x reader #Devil’s Carnival x Reader #reader insert #Pavi Largo #repo the genetic opera #skinny puppy #darren lynn bousman

[lovetohate001]

hii i love ur fics sm and ur one of the only 001 smut writers that i love so i have an request (im sorry if this is too ‘wild’😭) but can u do one of sitting on his face/faceriding?it can be whilst they are still in the lab or they ran away and living together

Ride 

Peter Ballard x Female!Reader | R-rated for sexual content

CW: potential spoilers for Season 4 Vol.1

word count: 1.4k

AN: Plot? sorry what plot? porn without a plot? yes. just. yes. and a praise kink, too? yes. edging? that too... i have nothing else to say except enjoy!

© lovetohate001, 2022. reposting/translating is not allowed.

“Are you sure?”

The words were soft and gentle, coming from those lips you’d had claim yours only seconds ago. Peter looked up at you with those bright eyes of his, eyebrows furrowed in what you could only guess was worry.

You reached a hand down and ran your hand through his hair. “I’m sure.”

You’d been carrying on this small escapade with Peter for weeks. You’d known each other for years. Essentially your entire childhood. And now…that friendship had blossomed into something more over the past four years. The love you had for each other was inevitable. After enduring all the hurt Brenner had put the two of you in your early childhood…how you’d crept to each other’s rooms to help the other fall asleep…it had all led up to this.

And you couldn’t have asked for a truer beacon of light in this darkness than the man before you…or rather, the man currently laying between your legs.

“You don’t know just how much you’ve made me want you this week,” he admitted, his breath fanning over your core as he spoke.

He kept his gaze on you. He was propped up on his elbows, his palms flat on the inside of your thighs, gently rubbing up and down. His words sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” humour lilted the ends of his words, a smile teasing you.

Gentle caresses slowly became his hands squeezing your thighs. Your breath hitched at the way he would take his hands away and marvel at the way his hands had left a mark there.

His eyes locked on yours again as his fingers gently trailed along the edges of your underwear. Across your abdomen, the soft skin of your inner thighs, prodding, pressing and ghosting over absolutely anywhere except where you needed him most.

“Please…” you whimpered, your voice shaky and soft. You wouldn’t dare make a sound any louder. If you got caught…

“You need to use your words, darling.”

Frustration and humiliation burned your cheeks. You couldn’t even look at him. Since when were you so shy? So hesitant around him?

“Hmm?” he coaxed you on, his index and middle finger ghosting over your core.

You huffed out a breath and gripped the sheets beneath you.

“Please-Please touch me,” you finally got out.

Wordlessly, and rather unexpectedly, you felt him push your underwear to the side. His fingers felt just right.

“Oh,” you couldn’t help reaching down to put a hand in his hair.

His fingers curled up perfectly, touching you right where you needed him. And it felt sinful. You rolled your hips against his fingers and allowed small gasps to pass your kiss swollen lips, knowing well that it would give him all the encouragement he needed to keep going.

Fingers gripped tighter into his hair. His tongue circled your clit. The moans you longed to hear louder were instead a vibration that sang through your veins. Seeing him between your legs, his hair golden in the evening sun, was something that took your breath away. Until he sucked your bud so harshly, you lifted up a hand to bite down on. You felt the bastard smile against you.

“Don’t…don’t stop…” you gasped, back arching and that small warmth built in you, growing. “Please…”

His fingers slowed and his mouth strayed to your thighs, leaving kisses in his wake, an apology of sorts. You almost cried when you watched him put his fingers into his mouth, tasting you, as if he hadn’t been able to satiate himself from before already.

“My angel, I want us to try something today,” he started, sitting down between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs. “Can you trust me?”

“Hmm…” you couldn’t really respond, your eyes fixed on his hands, gently kneading your thighs. You noticed the way your legs trembled slightly. He was definitely to blame.

Peter sighed and let go of your thighs, shifting so he could lie next to you, face to face.

“I know you are incredibly shy…but I thought we could try something different today, don’t you think? Something that I think might make things a bit easier for you…” he trailed off and waited for you to reject his offer.

He knew you tended to stay on the safer side, with the things you knew and expected. He knew you needed to feel safe. And in control.

“I trust you,” was all the energy you had to say. “Show me what to do.”

And that was all he needed from you. His lips met yours, and he brushed his tongue over your bitten and bloodied lip, tenderly. He got up onto his knees and patted the other end of the bed.

“Sit there.”

You obeyed and, with some effort, went to the other side of the bed, grateful that your legs indeed did still work.

Peter lay down where you had been and beckoned you over.

“I want you to face the other way,” he took you by your shoulders and whirled you around. “And I want you to lean over me.”

You were on all fours now, your core right above his mouth.

“Sit up.” That was more of an order. His voice was hoarse, and his hands were around your waist, lifting you up.

A soft moan left you as you felt his hands trail back down to your thighs, holding you in place over him. You couldn’t see his face. But you felt him. His tongue flicked your clit, making your hips jerk down onto his lips.

He lifted you up and latched onto your clit again, sucking gently. Warmth coursed through you as you felt that soft pleasure heat you up again from the inside. Facing away from him like this felt…different.

You swiveled your hips around, hips jolting at the new feelings skittering up your core. oh this was good. His hands on your hips squeezed hard, a low moan reverberating into you in response. You moaned again and leaned back, your hands behind you, on either side of Peter’s head. Hips rocked back and forth over his mouth, and small whines left your parted lips.

A hand found its way up to your bralette, slipping underneath to graze over one of your nipples. You braced both of your hands on Peter’s chest, your breath shuddering out of you in uneven gasps. That tight band coiled in you was so close to snapping, and you had to – needed to do something about it. But Peter knew all too well, and moved his hands back to grip tightly at your hips, holding you in place.

With your body sending sparks in every direction from the touches that lingered on your skin, those slow and tentative licks he left on you drove you past insanity.

“Peter,” you whined, leaning forward to grip onto his thighs harshly, your nails digging into his skin. “Please…stop teasing me.”

You jolted again when he let out a genuine laugh, kissing your clit affectionately.

“If you want it so badly, try harder,” he said, his voice hoarse and so full of lust, you felt your core tighten. “Use me all you want, my angel.”

“Like this?” you grinded your hips down hard, onto his face, whimpering when you felt his tongue dip into your entrance.

“Perfect,” was all he could utter before he squeezed your sides, pushing you down again.

Your nails dug deep into his thighs, hips moving, the flat of his tongue running over your slit up to your clit. A breathy moan left you again. Your movements came to a halt as you steadied yourself, hands splayed over his chest. You were so close.

His hands held your hips so tightly it burned, but you didn’t care. You pressed down onto his mouth, his nose brushing your clit, sending electricity up your aching thighs.

“Fuck…fuck…” you couldn’t stop the obscenities, feeling his fingers press up against your overstimulated clit, his tongue delving deep into you, tracing your entrance and following the movement of your hips.

“Peter, I-“

Your climax ripped through you so strongly that Peter had to hold you up.

“You did so well for me, my angel…” he praised you, his arms wrapped around your waist, gently lowering you to lie against his chest.

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and left a soft kiss on his pulse, your eyes already closing. You were sure as hell going to feel all of this tomorrow. Falling asleep to the soft sound of his heartbeat, and soft touches, massaging your aching thighs, was all you could ever ask for. It was one of the reasons why you loved him so much. And why you always would.

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[bazthefirstborn]

AFAB Diluc HC's

a/n: HEY GOD...ME AGAIN

I have seen TOO many horny on mains for this man (me) and I need to get smthn smutty out of my system also hello again <3

I TRIED TO KEEP THIS AS GN AS POSSIBLE SORRY IF I SLIPPED UP

request me things plz send asks I am bored out of my mind and have nothing but time (I'm procrastinating)

thx to @diluy , @yymiya , @l1tw1ck , and ofc my love @saelipse for all of the inspo for this

enjoy whores <3

get u a man like him frfr

does not matter what you look like, you are literal heaven to him

wants to do everything for you, plz remind him to take care of himself

super sensitive to touch literally anywhere

HARDCORE VIRGIN before he met you

his first kiss, his first everything was you

the first time he squirted he was MORTIFIED

he had fingered himself like twice before you and it was nowhere NEAR what he expected with you

just blow his mind with anything plz he gets horny at the IDEA of kissing you

lil baby boy doesn't know what to do with himself before he's grinding on your thigh and cumming when you play with his nipples <333

blushes MEGA HARD at pet names, but he's secretly partial to puppy, angel, and darling (wym this is me projecting pfffft scoff)

literally the sweetest the morning after, gets you whatever you need, makes you breakfast, sits in bed with you, the works

will take days off without hesitation if you don't feel up to going with him to work

hates to admit how much he loves to watch you behind the bar making drinks and chatting with patrons

he absolutely LIVES on praise, no matter what

compliment him on his drink-making skills and his eyes will glaze over. into subspace SO FAST.

hates doing literally anything away from you after you get together

so clingy (no dad)

he also hates to admit it and will deny how wet he gets from just waking up next to you the night after

one thought and he's all wet again, trying to rub his thighs together nonchalantly and hope you don't notice

would literally cry every time you eat him out

wants you to fuck him over the bar of the Angel's Share after hours

libido is horny 25/8/366

refuses to look you in the eyes until he looks at you fucking him and he turns beet red REAL quick

loves when you finger him and suck on his clit <3333

at the end of the day, he gets home from work, and just sits on your face to get off

the only time he will allow any kind of quick sex is when he's tired

slow and rough preferably, regardless of what's happening

pull his hair while he's giving you head. do it. right now.

will cum untouched if you praise him while he's pleasing you

all you have to do is call him your good little slut and he is squirting all over the nearest surface

FIN.

e/n: so as you can see I absolutely hate this man >:( the worst character fr /j

thank you for reading if you got this far lmao

ily all thank u for the support babies college is hard :/ luv u tho <3

-ur friend bazzy

#sub diluc #sub genshin impact #sub genshin #diluc #genshin impact #sub character #dom reader #bazisonline #top reader #male reader #fem reader #gn reader #mlm

[fairy-pd]

girlies im doing it

strap in for

Thomas Hewitt x age regressor!reader

WARNING: reader's little age is around 1-8 yrs old and okay with physical touch. GN reader, no mentions of what the reader's appearance is. Use of strong language, and use of the terms daddy, dada and papa. May not be appropriate to read while age regressing!

((this is my first time ever writing a hc drabble, sorry for all the mistakes aaaaakqksksk!!!!!))

BIG on the daddy/papa/dada stuff. will die. will melt. will blush and, most importantly, will do anything for you as long as you call him any of the above

You got this man wraped around your little finger

You were already the most precious thing in his life but after he found out you had this softer, more innocent side that was even more dependent on him??? you're the purest, most angelic thing ON EARTH to him now and he will do ANYTHING to keep you safe

Tbh he doesn't really understand what's going on, even if you explain it to him. He knows its something very far away from any kind of sexual stuff, this much he gets, and isnt bothered at all by the whole thing; he understands its something completely harmless that makes you both happy

Tommy boy is ye old Provider™️, sometimes to his own detriment

It makes it hard for him to throughly discipline you cus 1) he doesn't wanna make you upset, and 2) he doesn't understand that boundary setting goes both ways, and that he is allowed to have his own boundaries respected

This often leads to him trying to juggle between his responsibilities around the house, his own basic needs and taking care of you

As kids do, you'll end up testing his limits and he won't ever tell you "no", which can lead him to feel a little upset (not mad!!) over something you did

Picture Tommy grumpy all day long cus you bit his finger a little too hard

You'll have to talk to him about this when you're out of your headspace, about what kinds of things he doesn't want you to do and what kinds of things you're okay with him doing to enforce boundaries

You'll have to give him lots and lots of reassurance about his caregiving

Will freakout if you cry. In the TCM 2006 universe he hasnt been frequently around super small children, as far as I know, so he doesn't know that little kids cry that much about things that are so??? nonsensical???? sometimes

'Why are they crying about the cockroach I stepped on??????'

He'll spoil you as a result of his adoration for you, his permissive-leaning style of caregiving and his inexperience with children

Expect lots of hand-sewn gifts. You'll have all the plushies and clothes in the world if it the depends on this man

Expect also all the cuddles, kisses, head scritches, hand holding, all the nine yards of our big boy's biggest love language: physical touch.

He is going to be really gentle, even after you reassure him that he wont hurt you cus ur not made of porcelain, cus he is kinda terrified of scaring you shitless again and making you fear him. It tackles into his abandonment issues

But honestly? There's very few things in his life that make him feel so...fulfilled, and the biggest one is being your caregiver

A provider at heart, as I said earlier, Tommy loves the feeling of taking care of the people he loves and making sure they have everything they could possibly need. It makes him feel important to be relied on, and to be the person people come to when they need help. Makes him feel needed, valued, appreciated

So imagine what your little babbles and love declarations do to this poor man's heart

Nothing in the world compares to when you come crying to his open arms saying "I missed you, papa..."

Or when you tell him he's the "bestest most handsomest daddy in the whoooooooleeee wooooorrrrldddd"

Or even better, when you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his front, tightly, when he picks you up

He swears to God one day you're gonna make his heart explode

How in hell did he manage to find a baby so pure, so innocent, so goddamn tiny at heart like you??? how??? what did he do to deserve you???

He LOVES coming to your little makeshift bedroom in the basement to hang out after a hard day of chopping, killing, and chasing people all around town

He won't ever greet you with his bloody apron on, doing his best to present himself as clean as possible in case its "baby hours" as he calls your regression

You're not really allowed to go anywhere without him or Luda Mae, so you end up missing him a lot (and sometimes having meltdowns, all by yourself :(( ) and being extra clingy when he eventually shows up

He made you a little doll of himself, using an old dress shirt he was gonna give to his mom to use as a rag, and it smells just like him, which comforts and calms you down a little till he comes back

The softest, most caring and wholesome cg ever, thats all

Thats it for today aaaaaa!! I think ill eventually post a follow up for this cus its late, Im sleepy and this man makes me so so so so happy I cant even😭😭😭

Thanks for reading!!

#sfw agere #agere little #agere blog #age regressor #agere #agere slashers #agere slasher #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt fluff #thomas hewitt x ageregressor #sfw regression #slasher fluff #I ALSO WANNA CLARIFY #Its okay if you're fat!! Its okay if you're heavy!!! They didn't cast a professional wrestler to play Tommy for no reason!! #He CAN pick you up #he WILL pick you up #he is strong and no you wont ever hurt him honey!!! #dont you worry about that!!! #my writing #horror agere

[moonchildstyles]

hello angel moony. those dwd gifs of harry and flo kissing are so older h. in the gifs jack is always in alice’s space when kissing her rubbing his nose against hers touching her face just making sure that all she can smell feel and taste are him is soooo older h. esp if he’s been working overtime and hasn’t been able to see yn finally the weekend comes and he goes to her apartment and notices that maybe she changed her makeup or did her hair a different way than how she normally does it. when he sees her he just feels so bad he just hasn’t been able to spend time with her even though she was so understanding. she’s cooking for them and he’s still at the doorway just admiring her and she sees him and instantly hugging him sososo right just hi h:) missed you :)) and he’s just sososo in love with her and he still feels so bad he crowds her against the counter and starts kissing on her leaving open mouthed kisses and just saying im missed you so much don’t ever let me go that long without seeing you okay? he’s kissing down her neck and while rubbing her legs and she’s running her hands through his hair and shoulders just being like h it’s okay you know i would never be upset that you’re working:) and he’s fully invading her space now like he’s just smelling her perfume and and her skin and just murmuring about how he missed her and just how sorry he is and he goes down on his knees to really make it up to her while he’s just “i’m sorry baby should never leave you for that long im working so we can enjoy that month long vacation we planned i’ll make it up to you baby will you let me? missed ur taste baby” then yea he makes up for it a couple times and is super cuddly w her cus he missed her so much🤭 👹👹👹🫶🏻🫶🏻

bitch u better STOP HFHSUFHSU im literally 2 seconds away from losing my shit I cannot BELIVE !!!!!!!!!!! first of all youre right it has prosecco energy........ and I love the way you like talked about him noticing her makeup is a little different or her hair is styled in a new way or shes wearing a different pair of shoes than hes ever seen and hes just....its only been a week but how could he have missed so much and the way you described himcollecteing her in his arms as crowding around her.......literally erotic hes all around her and theres nowhere to go just the countertop behind her and hes touching her hips and legs and rucking her dress up and kissing over her telling her how much he missed her that hes never allowed to go that long without seeing her that her hair looks so cute like that and god he can't do that again and shes all h its okay:) I promise:) never a bad thing to be a hard worker as long as youre taking care of yourself too!!! and hes just.....baby you dont get it I love you I never want to be away from you its not okay:( I need to make it up to you and omg .....kissing down her neck before hes skimming down her body to be on his knees in his fancy work suit and pushing up her dress w his hands going to her hips underneath and kissing her thighs and you better SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT HIM WORKINYG HARD SO HE CAN TAKE HER ON HER FANCY LONG VACATION like thats......thats p*rn rn........and missed your taste pretty girl:( and hes ducking under her dress seeing her panties all soaked and its not hard to get her to cum through them at least once before hes pushing them to the side and really Making It Up To Her and I can see his eyes peeking up at her w the end of her dress not quite covering his eyes so hes just watching her cum for him and shes just........yea he needs this everyday

#👹 anon #ask #prosecco inspo #concept

[aishuune]

i see ur bingo i raise u a lumimous mablestory

luminous my beloved my EVERYTHING he is my character of all time

ok but even tho i circled the "so many hcs" i legitimately don't think i can pull any hcs out of my ass if you asked i Know i have hcs they just,,exist in the void

also no one is allowed to touch lumi except for people i trust and a few select fanartists i do not need to see any more shitty lumi characterization thank you very much :)

ok his north star/angel(ish) aesthetic goes so hard but nexon doesn't capitalize on it AT ALL like you have so much potential why won't you use it..........but while his (potential) aesthetic might fuck, his design is actually pretty boring lmao this man doesn't have much going on i think nexon added a necklace and a random hair accessory to try n spice things up but honestly it doesn't really do much...................there's a reason why i'm always a little :// when asking for a lumi comm like sorry i'm asking for art of such a boring man

also also nexon took away his wings DID YOU KNOW LUMI USED TO CANONICALLY HAVE WINGS like yea they drew him with wings when he was first released but you sorta got this idea that it was only hypothetical and they only drew it for the concept and he wasn't Actually meant to have wings BUT (if i'm getting my facts right) maplestory used to have this comic and when lumi was released from the curse he appeared with a pair of wings on his back and i just hhgngnhngngnghnghnghn i think at this point whenever i think of lumi i imagine him with big fuckoff wings

#maplestory #luminous #didnt circle 'if anything happens to them ill cry' bc i want to see this man get destroyed by the universe (affectionate) #the fandom isnt mean theyre just stupid and wrong #i envy people who have coherent thots on their fav characters bc the most i do is rotate them around #and replay the same 2 scenarios over and over #ask

[makeupinthedrawer]

facts that’s fucking embarrassing for you!

#niall hate = BLOCKED #niall indifference = BLOCKED #sorry that’s my angel! ur not allowed to touch him! #niall #tweets

[cellophaine]

hi! i was listening to take me to church LMAO & i was wondering if i could request a smutty/steamy matt murdock x reader? he’s obv daredevil but he calls the reader his angel, he’s a good catholic boy but has a bit of a dark side if yk what i mean ;) idk how itll all tie together i’ll leave that up to you, ur the best thank u !!

Adore You

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), hints of sub/dom, unprotected sex, some religious images (I think), my confusing writing.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry this took so long :( I'm not sure if this is exactly what you had in mind. I just took the song along with your request and ran with it! I hope you'll enjoy it regardless!

GIF is not mine

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Was it possible to worship an ordinary human being more than God himself? Matt pondered the question, knowing the answer to be the same every time, no matter how hard he thought about it. Even though there was nothing about you that was ordinary. You lit up his fiery world in a way that the burn felt like a sweet kiss, enlightening him in ways that only you knew how. His breath hitched when your presence made itself known to him, the familiar rhythm of your heart, the alluring scent that could only belong to you. Matt was entirely captivated by you. The thought of someone occupying his emotions and thoughts day and night should scare him, but it didn't. Instead, it gave him a foreign sense of happiness. And peace.

Despite being woven deep into the web of his own thoughts, the moment your arms found their home around his bare torso, his focus shifted to you. Matt placed the soapy plate into the sink, wiping his hands on the nearby rag before turning around, trapping you in his embrace. The whirlwind of thoughts in his head died down into silence as you sealed your lips over his, the blissful contact took over his mind, and all he could think of was you, you, you. Matt leaned in closer, trying to deepen the kiss, but you didn't allow that to happen. He stopped himself as he could feel you pulling away; an unwelcoming feeling of loss clawed at his chest. He could feel the delicate touch of your fingers on his jaw, caressing, drawing on his once distracted mind.

"What were you thinking, love?"

Matt's hand came up to grasp your hand, moving it up just enough so he could press a soft kiss on the inner of your wrist. He felt the calmness of your pulse echoing his own, sighing deeply. Happily. Being with you, Matt felt like he could surrender his will to you, so he could fall into the safety net you cast for him.

"I was thinking about you."

His answer sent goosebumps down your skin, making you feel like the next breath couldn't come soon enough. You were constantly amazed by the effect he had on you, just as much as you have on him. This was something of love, of affection. It was also of giving up control when either of you needed it, in the way only you two knew and trusted.

Your hand travelled down his torso, tracing the scars, ghosting over his crotch. His breath sharpened, his eyes blinked slowly at the fleeting touch.

"I'm right here. Why don't you stop thinking about me …."

Matt let out a strangled moan as your faint touch became something else. A gentle grip, up and down, making his clothed cock harden at every movement.

"… and fuck me instead?"

You whispered hotly in his ear. You didn't miss the way he swallowed hard, audible even to your normal hearing. Your lips slightly lifted at the corner, knowing you had him right where you wanted him to be. Mentally, of course. Physically? You preferred the bedroom.

You shredded the little clothes you had on, slowly, dropping them at your feet as you made your way to the bedroom, with Matt hot on your trail. You could feel his hand searching for you, following your movement, but you dodged it every time, causing him to miss you. Finally, turning around, you threw the last item of clothing at Matt, watching him catch it in his hand with ease.

"I didn't say you could touch, Matt."

His eyes fluttered, his tongue darted out to lick at his upper lip hungrily, desperate for even the barest taste of you. How sweet and wicked it would be to torture him a little bit more, but you were getting impatient yourself, and Matt could sense that too. He made confident strikes towards you, gently pushing you down onto the bed. You crawled backward, making space for Matt as he climbed onto the sheet with you. His hands found your legs, caressing them fondly, urging them to open for him. You could feel your resistance giving in too easily as you parted your legs slowly. Matt used it to his advantage, putting your leg over his shoulder, lowering his mouth to press wet kisses on your inner thigh. You bit your lower lip to hold back the whine as his kisses turned into small bites, peppering your skin with his faint teeth marks.

He gave a final lap of his tongue close to where you needed him most; his voice sounded hoarse with lust, making you feel a new wave of a desperate need for him all over again.

"Can I taste you, my angel?"

Even at his most needy state, his unsighted eyes glossed over with need, he still waited for an invitation. No, permission, for he knew he was in your control. Utterly and completely.

You exhaled softly before unleashing his need with a command.

"Go ahead, love. Remember …"

Matt dipped his head eagerly; his hands went to palm the globe of your ass, only to stop short as you muttered the rest of your demand.

"… no touching."

He felt his cock throb at the way you took what you wanted from him, and even though not being able to touch you would be torturous for him, he willingly followed your order. He put his hands down on either side of your hip, clutching the sheet tightly instead. At the least, he was granted the privilege to indulge in the taste of you, which made him more than happy.

You threw your head back, unable to hold back the filthy moans that escaped your mouth as Matt pressed his skilled mouth over your cunt. No gradual buildup, no coaxing. Just pure, merciless strokes of his tongue along your slit, penetrating your entrance. Your hip bucked up onto his face, and he groaned out in displease as your involuntary movement made it harder for him since he couldn't hold you down. You breathed shakily, willing yourself to stay still so he could get more of you. So he could get what he needed from you. He fucked you with his tongue as he ground his crotch onto the mattress, desperate for friction. Your eyes rolled back as he alternated between sucking, biting and licking, intent on making you come. Your constant sultry moans turned into breathless pleas as you could feel how close you were to release; your hand tugged on Matt's soft hair in the hope of keeping him there because you were so, so closed.

Matt didn't plan to let up, only increased his relentless pace on your sobbing cunt. You cried out loud with his name on your mouth as you came; your thighs shook at the intenseness of his mouth on your sensitive cunt. Matt hummed happily at the gush of your come, slurping up everything you had to give.

You pushed yourself up with your elbows, didn't let yourself or him recover as you crawled on top of Matt. Pushing his boxers out of the way eagerly, you sunk down onto his cock, moaning out loud as he filled you up, stretching you out on his thick cock. You stilled your movement, couldn't move just yet as your vision got fuzzy at the edge at the fullness. Matt was breathing hard under you; his knuckles went white as he clutched the sheet so tightly you thought he could tear it clean off from the sheer strength. His lashes brushed his flushed cheeks, and you thought to yourself how nothing could be prettier. Until he opened his mouth and moaned louder in abandon, uncaring of his neighbours as you started to move up and down on his cock. The sound and the sight worked together, messing with your Matt-drunk brain to fuel the fiery desire you felt, making your pussy clench harder around him. You braced your hands on his chest, looking down at him. The tips of your fingers curled to gain support as your momentum grew wilder, creating faint pink jagged lines that were eager to vanish, only to be brought back just as quickly.

Matt's hands struggled to keep still, so he acted on his desperation, moving them to grip your thighs. But his satisfaction for the skin-on-skin contact didn't last long as you immediately moved them to the mattress, keeping them still on the sides of his head. You put some pressure on your grips, ensuring that he stayed put. Matt whined; you couldn't believe your ears. His frustration at the loss of contact shaped into strangled, almost inaudible groans as you circled your hip, shutting him up.

"What did I say about touching?"

You breathed out the stern words, leaning forward to put more pressure onto his wrist while the swerve of your hip only grew more vehemently. You could tell he was close by the way his face contorted in pain and pleasure, the way his lips parted to make way for a string of incoherent pleas and begs. You were close too, but you wanted to punish him for his little defiance. Just a little more.

You ground your hip just the way you knew he liked, dragging another throaty groan from him, only to lift yourself off of him with his tip so close to your entrance. Matt felt like the air was punched from his lungs, completely breathless and gutted at the loss of your sweet cunt.

"My angel, please …."

You lowered yourself to take in half of his length, only to pull out immediately. Matt whimpered softly; a string of please, please, please escaped his full lips, which were glistening with saliva and your cum. Your core squeezed at the sight. So lovely, so vulnerable. And just for you.

"I said no touching, love. You're just begging me to use that silk restraint on you, hm?"

His lust-glazed eyes fluttered, his brows scrunched up at the denied pleasure.

"Speak up, love."

He swallowed hard; his voice shook with need. His abs pulled taut at the continuous teasing from the occasional dip of your cunt onto his cock.

"Please … have mercy on me."

You smirked, enjoying this state of his.

"I don't you think you deserve that, Matt, considering how you have disobeyed me tonight."

You lowered your head, kissing and sucking at his throat enough to draw blood underneath the surface of the thin skin, creating a perfect love mark. It was high enough to peek out of his work shirt, evident enough to show your claim on him.

"Maybe I'll have to gag you as well after I tie you up …."

Your hands squeezed at his wrists as an emphasis. You whispered into his mouth; the air between you was thick with lust, arousal, and trust. And a hint of challenge.

"… so you can't scream in frustration because you can't touch me."

You took his hand in yours, dragging his index and middle fingers from the tip of your chin, down to your throat, slowly, tantalizingly, stopped at your breast. You pulled his fingers in an unrecognizable pattern, letting him feel a fraction of your softness. You sighed softly, feeling turned on at the little game you played. Underneath you, Matt was utterly out of sorts when his fingers brushed against the hard nipple, and you let out a euphoric moan at the sensation.

The hold your other hand had on him loosened as you lost in the game, and Matt took advantage of your distracted state. With a swift movement, the situation was reversed. He had you pinned under him now, with your hands bound together by only one of his hands, while the other roamed freely, indulgently down your body. He finally reached the final destination, hooking your leg over his waist.

"I will gladly take the punishments."

His sly smirk was all you could see clearly before your eyes squeezed shut as he started thrusting into you with full force. Your cries were barely contained in your throat; the heady sound only made Matt drunk even more. Drunk on how you wrapped yourself around him so tightly, drunk on the way you moaned his name like it was the only thing you knew, drunk on the feeling of your flesh underneath his hand at last.

The sound of skin on skin mixed with unrestrained moans was loud, brutal and sinful. Matt was lost in you, letting your sweet arousal cleanse his soul, absolving him of his sins. Your lovely cries sounded better than the choir singing at the gate of paradise, better than anything else, for you were his salvation, his own Heaven. What else could a sinner do at the altar of you, of his angel, other than kneel and worship?

That was what he did, giving you all the praises of how good you felt around him, how he could get lost in you forever and not be afraid. Finally, the snaps of his hip into you became too much for you to hold off your release; the deep strokes dragging in and out of your needy cunt made you see stars. You kept your eyes on him as you came; your core pulled on his cock, coaxing his own release. His mouth fell slack as he came inside you with a broken moan, painting your inner wall with his seed. The hot fluid dripped out between your folds, trailing down to your ass and the sheet below, even with his cock plugged in deep. Matt let your hands go, and you immediately wrapped them around his neck, pulling you down, welcoming his weight on you. You tucked his head snuggly into the crook of your neck as Matt sighed happily with your proximity. You tugged gently on the soft strands of his hair, whispering in his ear:

"I hope you're ready for your punishments, love."

Matt shuddered lightly before responding meekly, his voice hoarse and full of anticipation.

"I'm more than ready, my angel."

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[aecu]

mark lee breeding kink hnggg

hnngcnskal anon i’m going to go Crazy.. i used the word slut in here like once btw sorry if that isn’t ur thing

i seriously think mark lee has a filthy mouth in bed, and the whole thing would be started by him letting some interesting things slip out while he’s got his face buried in your pussy.

“love this pussy so much baby. wanna stuff it full of my cock and cum ‘til it’s all puffy and messy.”

you’re not really sure what it is about that phrase that sets you off but you tug his head up so you can be eye to eye with him, his lips and the area surrounding wet from making you cum. again, you tug him by his hair, this time towards your lips. when mark’s mouth meets yours, you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue along with the mintiness of his breath. mark’s hands come to rest on the sides of your face and the control he takes in the kiss has you whining into his mouth and linking your ankles around his lower back. as his bulge rubs against your clit, you can feel yourself getting closer, so you pull away from the kiss and bring your lips towards his ear.

“want you to put a baby in me, markie.”

now mark is the one in a hurry. so much that he doesn’t even bother with giving you time to adjust. instead, he grabs your calves, pushing your legs back as far as they’ll allow before plunging his cock into your cunt without warning. his thrusts are quick and sharp with purpose and you can feel the lewd slapping of his balls against your ass. the feeling becomes almost overbearing and your body starts to squirm away from his touch.

“why are you running from it baby? thought you wanted markie to put a baby in you? be a good little slut and let me breed this pussy, ‘kay baby?”

you can feel yourself tighten at his words, squeezing him from base to tip. his movements become sloppy and the squelching of your wetness along with the slight ringing in your ears becomes more prominent to you.

“mark, baby please. s’too much, need you to fill me up. stuff me with all your cum.”

his seed shoots deep inside you as he holds your legs back, pushing his cock balls deep inside you once last time before pulling out.

“make sure you keep all that inside angel, otherwise i might have to breed that cute pussy of yours again.”

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[shingia]

can i req suna,, akaashi and iwa (and anyone else u want!!) getting jelly abt the s/o hanging out with another guy and being touchy (like the playful smacking or smth) without knowing the guy was their brother? angst to fluff bc i want the ✨ pain ✨ if u dont wanna its fine too,,

thanks bby,, love ur works so much! stay safe and healthy 😫💗

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS OF A GUY WITHOUT KNOWING HE’S YOUR BROTHER ✗

me receiving a request : 🥰 the request including suna :🤩 tysmm bby stay safe and healthy tooo <3

-> suna, iwaizumi, akaashi

-> angst to fluff

-> reblogs help a lot <33

— SUNA

• he hadn’t asked many questions when you told him you couldn’t come over to his house in the afternoon. but now, as he was replaying your snapchat story for the sixth time, he really wished he did

• maybe if he had insisted on coming with you, you wouldn’t have let this guy - that he had never seen, for the record - act so touchy with you

• was it his fault for not making you feel special enough ? to the point that you preferred the company of other men rather than your own boyfriend’s ?

• just the thought of this was enough to make a few of his usually well-hidden insecurities bubble up - most of them due to what his friends always joked about « suna doesn’t care enough to be in a relationship, they’ll all run away after a week ! »

• so yes, suna was hurt, but you didn’t have to see that. your opinion on him was the only one he cared about, he didn’t want to tarnish it. well... your opinion and his little sister’s, who burst into his room as he was about to watch your story for the seventh time to tell him that « someone’s at the door ! »

• not feeling like getting out of bed, it took him a few minutes to drag his feet to the door before finally opening it. and of all the people he could have expected to see, you were the last of them

• « surprise ? » you smiled as you let yourself in, not noticing the surprised look on his face as you greeted him with a tight hug. « i felt bad for cancelling our afternoon together, so i asked my brother to drop me off »

• you weren’t even done talking that suna had already recognized the man in the car that was leaving his driveway. his embrace immediately softened, and a smile crept on his face as he felt all his doubts vanish in a second

• « nuh-uh, don’t take your jacket off beautiful, i’m taking you out », he told you, determined to spoil you in the way he regretted not doing sooner

• at his words, his sister almost magically appeared next to you, coat in hand and ready to go. « you weren’t planning on leaving without me, right ? » she flashed you a toothless grin, grabbing both your hand and his to drag you two outside

• suna shared a deadpanned look with you, « of course not... » you both said in unison as she was already leading the way to her favorite ice cream shop

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s trust in you was infinite. but something about the way this guy had his arm playfully wrapped around your shoulders didn’t sit right with him

• his practice had ran late and he was exhausted. but he had promised you he would pop over to the birthday party of your childhood best friend, knowing how much it mattered to you

• but your behavior looked an awful lot like an attempt at making him jealous... and it was working

• was it your way of letting him know that you two weren’t working anymore ? were you just too much of a coward to be clear about it ? he hated to think about you that way. and most of all, he cared about you too much to not step in

• « ok now you got my attention » he told you after pulling you to the side. « if you want to tell me something, go ahead, i’m listening »

• still trapped in the euphoria of the moment, you didn’t really understand how upset he was. but maybe it was for the best, because it allowed you to defuse the tension lightheartedly : « i can’t believe i forgot to introduce you ! » you let out as you dragged him back to where your brother was still standing

• his jaw still clenched, iwa couldn’t even bring himself to shake this stranger’s hand, as friendly as he looked. at least not until you spoke your next words : « he was actually telling me how excited he was to finally met his future brother-in-law ! »

• iwa’s lips slightly parted in confusion, you could almost hear the cogs turning in his head over the music. brother? well that explained a lot of things

• « h-hi, sorry i was... miles away » he apologized before finally shaking the hand your brother was holding out to him

• but once the surprise had passed, another word stuck with him : brother-in-law ? as in « my sibling speaks so highly of you that i’m willing to let you put a ring on their finger even though i have never met you yet » ?

• well, it was good to know that your brother agreed with the plans he’d had for you since day 1...

— AKAASHI

• it was not unusual for akaashi to think that maybe he was not good enough for you. but being actually jealous was a first for him

• he had promised himself to never be too overprotective of you. but the facts were here : it was 3am and the only thing keeping him up was this unknown feeling of pure jealousy

• if he had not been in such a hurry when he witnessed your lighthearted banter and playful fighting with this man in the afternoon, he would’ve come up to you. introduced himself. maybe asked a few questions. if

• suspecting that this unpleasant feeling would not go away unless he talked to you about it, akaashi found himself dialling your number in the middle of the night

• used to his thoughts polluting his mind at unpredictable hours of the day and the night, your ringer was always on. which is why you picked up after only two rings

• « hi angel, i’m sorry to wake you up, i just... » he started, the clarity of his tone letting you know that he had not slept a wink. feeling his hesitation, you were quick to reassure him « it’s ok keiji. what’s going on ? »

• « who were you with ? i mean- this afternoon ? i don’t think i’ve ever met that guy and i was just wondering if... maybe i should ? »

• sitting up straight on your bed, you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders. if this was the only thing keeping him awake, he should be able to fall asleep in the following minutes. « i was with my brother. but i understand why you were confused, it’s a normal reaction so please don’t blame yourself for that, alright baby ? »

• the gasp you heard on the other end of the line made you chuckle. akaashi’s voice was much less tensed now : « well in that case, yeah i should probably meet him... if you’re ok with that »

• « i’m more than ok with that » you smiled, placing your phone down on your pillow « wanna stay on the phone for a bit ? »

• « that’d be nice », his voice sounded sleepy already, especially above the familiar sound of his covers being pulled up to his chin

— ATSUMU

• how could he put that in words ? he didn’t even know if he was allowed to be jealous because he knew how often you had to see him deal with his many fangirls

• and that was actually what bugged him the most : that he might have already made you feel as shitty as he was feeling now

• but atsumu wasn’t the type to sit down and seriously open up about his feelings. besides, it was much easier to look like a needy boyfriend rather than a vulnerable one

• so he resorted to what he was best at : physical touch as a way to get your attention

• sneaking up behind you, he didn’t give you any warning before wrapping both his arms around your waist and pressing his chest on your back so much that you almost had to bend over

• he really hoped you would be perceptive enough to understand that he wasn’t just being clingy, but in need of a lot of reassurance. and luckily, it was quick to come :

• « tsumu, let me introduce you my brother » you chuckled, understanding how and why he had been mistaken

• one hand still on your waist, he used the other to greet your brother. atsumu did not really seem fazed by the news. of course he was relieved to know that he had nothing to worry about, but this little experience had still been very eye-opening to him

• after your brother had left to give you two some privacy, tsumu’s grip on your waist tightened, but in a softer way

• « ‘m sorry if i ever made ya cry » he let out, completely out of the blue. you didn’t really understand the meaning of this, but it didn’t matter. your hand found its way to his cheek that you brushed lightly with one finger, admiring the how it was slowly turning red. « being jealous sucks... » he added.

• « it does », you approved, giving him a quick peck on the nose. « but there’s nothing and no one that you should worry about, i promise »

• a fond smile lit up his face. you looked sincere, and he really needed to hear that right now. quick as ever, his hands left your waist to come and rest on your cheeks. both holding each other’s faces, you stared at the other for a few seconds, wondering which one of you would give in to a kiss first

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[honeypiehotchner]

good girl (Hotch x Fem!Reader) — one shot

When I tell y’all this is straight porn, I mean it. For some reason my brain last night needed this in my life so I wrote it. Ur welcome xx

This one is 18+ so minors DNI pls & thank u

Warnings: Facefucking, Daddy kink, “little one” “good girl”, it’s not explicity said but it is an established relationship, mentions of denial, mentions of spanking

How you got in this position is entirely up for debate. Depending on who is asked about it.

If you’re asked, you’ll say you don’t know. You were only trying to get dressed quickly this morning. So what if you forgot a bra and panties? It’s not like your skirt didn’t cover your ass. It’s not like your shirt wasn’t buttoned. Hotch was overreacting.

Funnily enough, “You’re overreacting,” is exactly the sentence that left your lips before he slammed your back into the door.

If Hotch is asked, he’ll say you’re being a brat.

He denied you last night because you refused to leave him be while he finished up some paperwork. He had to let you sit in his lap, and you grinded on him the entire time. He let you, but he gave you your punishment later in the form of denial (your least favorite).

So, naturally, this morning when you were getting dressed, you just happened to forget both your bra and panties.

Not only did Hotch catch a glimpse of your bare pussy when you crossed your legs, but he had to deal with your hard nipples all damn day. That is, until he warned you to put your blazer on and button it across your chest before he sent you home for inappropriate work attire.

Now, after everyone has left for the day, you’re in Hotch’s office, getting carpet burn on your knees and a sore throat from how hard he’s fucking your mouth.

Blazer forgotten and shirt unbuttoned completely, your breasts are on full display. Your chest is soaked with your spit and it’s the hottest thing he’s ever witnessed.

“Eyes up here,” his soft, rumbling voice forces your eyes open. “Good girl.”

You hum around his cock, your eyes rolling back when he tugs on your hair, pulling you off of him.

“Practice has paid off,” he says with a smirk. “Catch your breath.”

It’s true, practice has paid off. You mentioned wanting to try something new and when you said facefucking, you never would have anticipated the way his eyes lit up and darkened all at once.

The pads of his fingers soothe your scalp as you take shallow breaths, swallowing the excess spit and coughing quietly.

Since this is the first time you’re going at this seriously instead of practicing, your hands aren’t tied. But damn if you aren’t gripping his thighs so hard that you’ll be leaving bruises for a change.

He’s allowing it. This time.

“Are you ready for more?” He asks, tapping your lips with the head of his cock. It’s warm and wet, slippery against your lips, and you can’t help but open your mouth, dying for a taste even though he’s all you’ve tasted for the past ten minutes.

“That’s my good girl,” he groans, sliding over your tongue, his head nudging the back of your throat. “You can take more.” And you do.

Your nose brushes the neat hairs at his base and you take in a breath.

Hotch’s breath hitches in his throat. “Good girl. Learning to breathe with Daddy’s dick in her mouth.”

The praise causes you to shuffle your thighs, whimpering at the carpet burn on your knees and calves. You’ll be wearing pants for the foreseeable future.

Hotch smiles when he sees you squirming but not touching yourself. Exactly like you were told. So obedient. Daddy’s girl.

“Ready?” He asks and you squeeze his thighs twice for yes. “Good girl.”

His thrusts are always slow at first. He never rushes, not even when he’s fucking your pussy. He takes his time. He savors the feeling.

But when he’s done savoring it? He’s ravenous.

Tears stream down your cheeks, no longer filled with mascara because you didn’t wear any today — his other clue that you wanted this. Your jaw is slackened, your tongue outstretched, letting him use your mouth whatever way he wants.

Every few quick thrusts he pauses, savoring the way he feels when he’s buried in your throat. When you’re both at home, he savors the way your throat looks, bulging with his cock.

“Do you want my cum?” He pulls back, leaving only his head in your mouth, and at the mention of his cum, you begin sucking on it eagerly. “Do you deserve it?”

You pout then, looking up at him through your wet eyelashes. He slips from your mouth. You shake your head. “I don’t.”

“Why don’t you deserve it, little one?”

“I was bad and teased you all day. I forgot my bra and panties on purpose.”

“You did.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

His fingers stroke your jawline, his thumb rubbing your spit and his precum into your lips like it’s balm. “Thank you for your apology. You’ve been a very good girl for me. You’ve earned Daddy’s cum. Open up for me.”

You open your mouth as wide as you can, ignoring the ache in your jaw. Hotch slides in as easily as before, and this time he isn’t slow. When he chases his orgasm, he hunts it down.

It isn’t long before he’s pressing you down on his cock, and you feel that tell tale throbbing before the warm spurts of cum coat the back of your throat. His moans are angelic, guttural and music to your ears.

He pulls you off of him gently, chuckling quietly when you try to sneak one last suckling on his head. He lets you because you’ve been so good, but he has to move you away before too long.

You’re floating on a plane of pure bliss when he helps you to your feet. You’re licking your lips contentedly when he takes your face in his hands and smooths the tears away from your cheeks.

“You’re such a good girl,” he murmurs. “My good girl.” A kiss to each cheek, your nose, forehead. Every single peck leaves you a giggling mess.

He helps you sit down on his couch so he can take a look at your knees. They don’t look too bad, but he’ll have to keep an eye on them.

He grabs tissues and wipes off your chest as best he can, your neck too, and some more stray tears on your face. With every touch he murmurs sweet nothings to you and with every word, you feel your eyelids getting heavier.

“Are you getting tired, little one?”

You nod.

“Alright,” he whispers, reaching down to begin buttoning your shirt. “You can rest here for a few minutes while I get my things together, okay?”

He guides you down on his couch, grabbing the pillow for your head.

A few short minutes later, his things are gathered and he helps you into your shoes.

“You’re coming back, I see,” he says, kissing you deeply. “You were so good. I wasn’t too rough, was I? I know it was the first time.”

You shake your head, pulling him back in for a kiss. “It was perfect.” You pause to grin. “Lesson very much learned.”

He raises one eyebrow. “I will spank you.”

You pout. “Not fair.”

“You’re right,” he agrees. “You need some food in you first. Your favorite?”

Your eyes light up at the mention of your favorite spot for dinner. “Please?”

“Anything for my good girl,” he smiles. “Even if she enjoys her punishments too much.”

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