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Fuck it, sorta bad smut time....

Imagine Mic catching you reading a spicy fic about him and gives you a cocky grin "Want me to act that out with you songbird?"

...back in the hole I go 🕳

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— ciel phantomhive.

Imagine waking up next to Ciel Phantomhive in early spring where it’s a tad too hot in the mornings so the windows are opened to let the fresh sunshine morning air in. His hand is loosely wrapped around your wrist as you face each other in bed. You share a blanket and the sun hits his back, keeping him warm and the sun out of your eyes.

Last night wasn’t the best for him, and your husband tossed and turned for most of it. But now he is fast asleep and breathing gently. There is nothing on the schedule for today, and you will let him sleep for as long as he wants.

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— sebastian michaelis.

Imagine being apart of the loyal staff within the Phantomhive Manor.

One morning you’re going about your usual chores in the kitchen, tidying up the chinaware after breakfast has been made, when you’re joined again by the butler. You tense your body when he sighs in distaste. What now?

“Honestly,” Sebastian mutters, exasperated.

He places the bed tray down beside you and you know that clack of silver on the countertop is somehow addressed at you in a stern manner. You brace yourself for some sort of harsh criticism of how you’re putting away dishes, or something you would find silly to have a “proper” way to do. Your heart begins to race and kickstart your anxieties, yet you would never bow to him like the others do when they’re caught in their mistakes.

Next thing you know, your hair is being stroked.

“How do you expect to work with hair this muddled?”

He’s fixing your messy hair, something you often cannot get control over even on the best days. The style of a servant is difficult to get your hair to conform to. You started to get lazy in your efforts to look your best. Messy hair never affected the ability to do your job before. But for now, you close your eyes and let him correct the mistake you overlooked this morning.

Such a gesture lacking in any hint of romance shouldn’t be this gentle in your heart. He brushes the astray pieces to run with the natural lay in your hair, then takes a longer look as if deciding if it’s clean enough for his liking. You wait for him to say something pessimistic. It feels like a millennia long gap of time in between when he let your hair go, satisfied with his work, and the sound of footsteps as he turns to continue on with his own list of tasks to do.

“Next time, it is best to have a glance in the mirror before leaving your quarters.”

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note: this has been uploaded a number of times to my accounts in the past. i am the original poster, vinny, and this is not plagiarized work.

cw: pwp (smut), semi-public, blowjob

word count: 1.8k

That was enough motivation for you to get out of bed and throw on some clothes.

You kept in mind that this was your boyfriend, and any time you were with him was a reason to look nice. Putting in the minimum effort, you pulled on some clean sweatpants and shrugged on his team jacket afterwards, as you usually do with your outfits. It was his own fault he kept forgetting to grab it from your house! He ended up just ordering another one. That meant this one was rightfully yours now.

Car headlights ran across your bedroom window when he pulled onto your street and waited on the road. You passed the empty living room, as your roommate had gone to bed a few hours ago. This granted you the perfect opportunity to go and spend some quality time with your boyfriend without bugging them. His time was so sparse nowadays, what with his pro-athlete lifestyle and your own busy schedule trying to get your life on track, you both leaped at the opportunity to be together. Even if it’s just a half hour in between practice and classes. Texts like these happened often enough for you to be prepared at any time.

He was on his phone when you approached the car. Maybe he was texting you to say he had arrived, but he put it down when you got into the passenger side, nonetheless. Ever since his parents got a new car and let him start using their old car, he’s been unstoppable. And with no one to tell him he can’t go get food on a whim, well… here you are now. “Hey hey hey,” He cooed over the music and leaned over to greet you with a kiss once you shut your door. “Nice jacket, we’re twinning now!” He exclaimed, showing you that he was wearing the team jacket that he had to order once you took his first one.

You put your seatbelt on, he turned up the music even more, put the car into drive, and stepped on it. His lead foot got you to McDonald’s faster than you expected, and it’s probably due to his hunger. At the drive-through window he knew exactly what he wanted, and he turned to you as if to ask if you wanted anything different than your usual. Leave it to him to know these things by heart - although he didn’t eat fast food too often.

The order was put through, and you both waited rather impatiently for the food to be made. It was late, the employees hadn’t much need for a lot of food on standby, but you insisted this was good because then it would be fresh! Sitting at the second window, car in park, listening to whatever song was playing through his aux, he began to play your thigh like a drum - rather horribly along to the beat of his music. His childlike nature just couldn’t be contained when he was excited to eat!

“Bokuto, baby, what’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing, babe, just happy to see you is all~”

The food was acquired, and instead of going anywhere else to eat it, he pulled off to the side and parked the car. It was the only car in the small lot, besides the employee cars, which were very few. The dashboard served as a buffet table, wrappers were tossed into the backseat, and the music was playing softer now that you were talking away.

You spoke about Bokuto’s plans for next week, and how it was basically booked with volleyball practice and travel, as per usual. You told him that you had classes for a couple days, and then time allotted for homework but not much else. In between the conversations, you both stuffed your face. Bokuto stole some of your fries, even if his own weren’t gone yet. In response, you drank from his milkshake, even though you had your own to sip from as well.

The food was demolished. Your boyfriend laid his seat back just a tiny bit and stretched his arm over the console just to hold onto your thigh while you nurse your drink.

“I don’t want to go home,” You said after finishing the last of your meal. It was very late now, far past the time you usually go to bed.

“We can stay out all night if that’s what you want,” he replies, not the least bit concerned that he has responsibilities in the morning.

You were just enjoying the time together so much. He picked up his phone again and began texting rapidly. Curious, you leaned your head on his shoulder to see his screen. He never has anything to hide from you, so he let you read the messages between him and his best friend Akaashi, talking about how he’s not home right now.

“What’s he up to?”

“Akaashi? Probably homework, or Netflix.”

Bokuto put his phone down once the message was sent, and rested his own head down against your’s. Easily he could smell your shampoo. It might just be his favourite scent, because it gives him such a nice feeling whenever he catches a similar scent literally anywhere. Meanwhile, you sat there with your eyes turned downward. His leg was bouncing a little, to release some of his constant energy.

Just like normal, he sat with his seat pushed all the way back from the wheel, and his legs were still bent and thighs spread while he relaxed in his seat. It was only now that you noticed he was wearing grey sweatpants, his pajamas… you could see him half exposing himself, now that you were paying attention. This is exactly what you could be doing instead of going home. The technicalities didn’t run through your mind, you were only thinking about taking this opportunity to get dicked down.

It wasn’t long before your hand was reaching over and traveling north from his knee. “Is this all right?” You asked, because consent is always the key. In physical response, he pushed his legs completely apart in the space he was given and adjusted his hips in his seat, now slouching a little bit. Though, verbally, he chuckled and said, “You know it’s always okay.”

Just like that, it was all over. You closed your hand around the mound in his sweatpants and Bokuto let out the first moan of the night. It was soft, and followed by a sharp inhale of breath when your fingers began to rub and work at it. Slowly but surely, the member under your hand was growing harder and larger. You lifted your head from his shoulder and he took the opportunity to kiss you - eager enough to lead with the tongue and quickly deepen it. His own hand traveled over to find its way and nestle in between your thighs, giving the muscle there a tender squeeze.

Wow, this was really happening. In his parents’ car. They wouldn’t know the difference since they no longer drive it, but… still. One thing led to another and soon you were pulling the waistband of his sweats down. Bokuto lifted his hips enough to let them down his legs and expose nothing beneath them. This wasn’t really his intent when he wore grey sweatpants to your little late night dinner date, but he was really liking the result he got with them. He had a rather large, wavering grin on his face because he was just so excited to see you take this much initiative in staying away from home as long as possible.

“I took a shower a couple of hours ago,” He felt the need to tell you.

It meant his dick was fresh, and perfect for blowing. You weren’t stupid, you knew exactly what he wanted without him even asking for it. And just for now, you were willing to give it to him while he wasn’t dirtied up from exercise. Getting right to it, you brushed your hair away from your face and had a quick look around. If anyone got close enough they could easily deduce what you two were doing in this car. Still, you got comfortable leaning over the center console and prepared to take him in your mouth.

To begin, you pulled back his briefs and tucked the band under his balls. Already you could tell he was near throbbing for your attention, just by the way his cock stood up once the fabric was out of the way. You couldn’t deny him of the attention either - or he might start whining. The moment your hand wrapped into a loose fist around him and your lips pressed to the very tip, he was spreading his legs further and leaning his seat back a little more.

You let your tongue slip out past your lips and give a generous swirl around the head of Bokuto’s cock that brings out a deep moan from him. You kept heavy on the tongue, sometimes resting your head on his abdomen and treating his dick like a candy and sucking the head till it turns a deep red.

Besides the music, the car was filled with the wet noises from your sucking, and Bokuto’s hot as hell moans. You soon forgot you were in a car, until your boyfriend cracked open a window at the first sight of fogging at the windows. He was always full of hot air. It was barely ten minutes of blowing, gently playing with his balls, and humming along to the songs on the radio while you did so, before Bokuto was tensing up more than usual. Obviously he was close, and you were eager to taste the ending he had in store.

The fingers in your hair clenched, tugging the strands at the roots while you bobbed your head up and down his entire length. Your lips were tightly clenched around his cock while waiting for him to release his load. Sure, you were in a parking lot of McDonald’s - more or less public - but Bokuto moaned your name when he came as if you two were home alone regardless. His hands that were lost in your hair were now forcing your head down as far as you’d let it.

When you were allowed to lift your head back up you made sure he heard you swallow the load you were given, then proceeded to lick him clean. From base to tip, you ran your tongue. It made him shiver and attempt at pushing your face away in all his post-orgasm glory. His head was tipped back and he watched out the side window of the car while catching his breath.

Naturally, he had something bright to say, “You just didn’t want to go home.”

He was right.

“Your turn, babe, c’mon now.”

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I wish to take Angel Dust out on a date! Can you please tell me what his dream date would be like? Also, can you suggest a perfect way to ask the handsome fellow out on a date? Thanks~❤️

ANGEL DUST

🕸️ Angel is the type of person to say “buy me a drink first” but honestly he’s equally as eager to get down to the nitty gritty. It’s what he feels he does best, just on his own accord.

🕸️ He’s not a huge formal date person! He’s more willing to wreak havoc across Hell than he is getting dressed up to go to a fancy dinner. (Don’t get him wrong, though! He loves some fancy foods :) ) My point is, he’s more likely to look for a close friendship first, and build up the bond.

🕸️ That being said, please be patient with him! He’s definitely one of the hardest to cuff. Even if you blatantly ask him on a date, he’s going to see it as “hanging out” versus viewing it as some sort of budding relationship.

🕸️ My advice: Be forward! If you beat around the bush, he’ll tease you for it. He’s good at reading the situation when someone obviously likes him. Let him decide what you want to do on this date. He’s less likely to flake out (or forget) if you let him decide what you’re doing.

🕸️ This may be a bit rough to explain, but Angel’s dream date isn’t something like “go out to an expensive dinner” or “go to the movies.” It’s much more like, “Whatever we do, we do it effortlessly.” Meaning it doesn’t matter what you do, just as long as it flows like a river. The conversation is never dry, there’s jokes and laughing, maybe you even get into a brawl or two. 

hey yo! i have an angel dust short that i’ll be posting soon, then i’ll be getting to your stolas req! i don’t have a problem writing for helluva, too! this is a multifandom acc after all :)

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What are your rules for requests?

!!! :)

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hi! i hope that you having a wonderful day/night. May i request Alastor, Vox. Val. and lucifer with a s/o that has narcolepsy(a condition where the person sleeps almost all the time but cant help it.) please and thank you

ALASTOR

📻 Loves a low maintenance s/o. He understands it’s a serious condition, but his lack of even wanting to be romantically involved with someone makes this easy for him. He’s not the best at taking care of his s/o when it comes to schedules and napping. He’ll often leave you alone to sleep wherever you have stationed yourself. Often times he’ll wake you up and be annoying about it. “You’ve been sleeping for ages, darling! The world is passing you by!” Cue the laughter in his live radio effect voice.

VOX

🌐 Vox can always be found chasing after newer and shinier things. Trends are his language. He would not work well with a narcoleptic s/o, and it’s easy for him to move on and forget. Not to mention, he’s manipulative as fuck and could quite possibly sees everything as if it were advances of power. A s/o that can’t help but sleep all the time isn’t good for ‘PR’. 

VALENTINO

❤️ This man craves constant attention. His constant need to be in control will make his temper light up red hot when you can’t stop falling asleep. The same as Vox, he likes to chase after trends. If you can’t keep up with him, he’ll deem you as not worthy to keep around. But if you play into his slight somnophilia kink he’ll maybe stay interested.

LUCIFER

👑 Probably the best out of this selection to have a narcoleptic s/o. As king of hell, he is a very busy man. Does he do his absolute best to also avoid his responsibilities?? Yep. And what better way to do that than to join you in a cuddle while you’re sleeping. He plays with your hair and kisses your fingertips, all the works while he has the time. A little bonus: he has an excellent singing voice and enjoys singing you to sleep at times.

characters that would work best with a narcoleptic s/o: sir pentious, vaggie, husk, tom, maybe nifty?

edit: for everyone in my ask box asking where the “fainting” or “passing out” is, you’re thinking about narcolepsy with cataplexy. cataplexy is the loss of muscle control, usually brought about by strong emotions. read more about it here.

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hey yo! was wondering if it'd be possible to get some Rosie X Fem!Reader headcanons (SFW and NSFW), where the reader has a sugar baby kind of arrangement with her? 👀

ROSIE

🌹 As a business owner and upstanding overlord in hell, she has a reputation to keep. Not that she’s high on the scale of power or that anyone is eager to step in her way, but these things are always present in her mind. Yet, falling lonely is easier than it’s ever been in hell (what with Franklin being exterminated), and your first visit to her emporium makes magnets click together in her chest.

🌹 It starts as something small, such as free goods at the end of long talks during your regular visits. She runs the show there, she can do as she pleases. Slowly it begins to be a bit more than friendly conversations. She offers money in exchange for your time. Just your time. 

🌹 Rosie is very sweet to you while being intimidating to everyone else. She pampers you, makes sure you are being treated well. Thanks to her, you have your own apartment safe and secure in a nicer part of the pentagram, and plenty of cute clothes to wear. Did I mention the goody baskets? Full of food and treats - she pampers you, and only expects your time and wellbeing in return. 

🌹 She loves to add “dear” to the end of your name whenever she’s addressing you.

“Y/N-dear, did you get this week’s basket all right?”

“Oh, Y/N-dear, you couldn’t just stay a few moments more with me?”

It’s part of the aesthetic of having Rosie as your sugar mommy.

🌹 Does she understand that she is quite literally your sugar momma? No, but does she have any regrets? Absolutely not. She adores your company, and giving you gifts and money to keep you happy is such a small price to pay for her. New dresses (ones to match her own aesthetic, but also those to make you feel comfortable in), the most expensive perfume in hell, makeup to your heart’s desire. While Rosie may literally be in love with you, she’ll never quit with the gifts.

NSFW under the cut

🌹 When your atypical relationship turns towards the more promiscuous side of things, there isn’t a single thought in Rosie’s mind that this isn’t what she wants. In fact, she handles it with grace and elegance as she does with most things. Your first night together was nothing short of romantic, as she intended.

🌹 Her sex drive is relatively low, so as far as nsfw goes, she adores to see you stripped down to hardly anything. Rosie herself is very modest, but her inner pervert cherishes seeing you in the bare minimum. Her particular favourite is white lace, but she is also a sucker for any sort of red clad on your body.

🌹 It’s never her visiting you, you must always come to her. In the very beginning, whispers and rumors stirred. But now it’s hardly a memory in the distant past. Nobody cares, and as mentioned before Rosie doesn’t actually have that much power as an overlord so who cares that she has a woman sneaking (poorly) into her bed some nights?

🌹 She adores a good body worship. No doubt she towers over you, and she’ll use this to her advantage to cup your face in both her hands, press her lips to your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw, and take off from there. All in front of her vanity mirror where the light hits you perfectly.

woah, your mind :0

i do not feel at all that i've done this any justice since there is such little exposure for rosie yet. i still hope you enjoyed anyways!

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HH | relationship aesthetic pt.2

characters: vaggie, alastor, sir pen, and tom (my favourites)

pt 1

vaggie

alastor

sir pen

tom

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note: this has been uploaded a number of times to my accounts in the past. i am the original author, vinny, and this is not plagiarized work.

cw: pwp (smut), drug use (weed), no established relationship, fucking in front of a friend, female reader.

word count: 2.8k

“Is he all right?” You tilt your head from your spot on the couch, sights fixed on Tadashi at the other end of the couch.

The boy had his body turned away from you, presumably cuddling the couch pillow. You were so occupied in your ridiculously deep conversation about dinosaurs with Tsukishima that the two of you had forgotten to pass the joint to Tadashi these last couple of rounds. While it bounced back and forth between just you two, Yams must have drifted off into dreamland. He was always a lightweight, so neither of you were necessarily surprised when he was done after just three small takes.

To cover your asses and make sure he was still breathing, Tsukki raised his hand and put a finger under Yam’s nose to feel for air. Once he exhaled hard enough, the blonde brought his arm back and gave a nod of approval. You each sat on your sofa cushion in your living room, Tsukki in the middle, you on his right, and yams on his left. Since Tsukki was the one to bring the joint this time, he lit it and got to hold onto it longer than anyone else. He was currently holding it close to his face and inspecting the little red embers of weed slowly going up in smoke. Then his beautiful eyes turned to you and his eyebrows turned up as he held the stick out to you in offering.

“I’m okay,” you say, almost giggling. Your head tipped to the side and landed on the back cushion of your sofa. “I’m really feeling it.”

Tsukki tch’ed and brought the joint back to his lips to take another, much longer hit now that it was all his.

“What was that for?” You frowned at his little tch noise. How dare he be upset that he didn’t have to share anymore.

You had to wait until he exhaled all the smoke before you got your answer. It came out his nose as if he were a dragon. He hasn’t even coughed yet - what a champ.

“We come over to smoke and you both are done before we’ve even gotten to the next joint,” He said dismissively.

“You brought a second joint?” You look at him, incredulous.

He just smirks and pulls the candy mint tin out of his pocket. Anyone who knows your friend group knows that there were no mints in that tin. Tsukki opened the little container and put out the lit joint, now a stub, on the lid, then laid it to rest beside the other perfectly rolled stick. You could just kiss him - he was so considerate when it came to smoking with the group, even if you didn’t get to the second one this time. Plus, and this goes without saying, Tsukki was the best at rolling perfect every time.

Instead of putting the tin back into his pocket, he leaned forward and put it on the coffee table where it would stay until he left, or until he decided to light again. He leaned back and got comfortable after that. Arms crossed, knees spread apart, and back slouching. His face was turned to Yamaguchi, though, admiring how high he could get with just a little bit.

“So, the cutie is asleep. We can’t play cards against humanity now,” You say reluctantly. “What do we do now?”

You didn’t hear a thing from Tsukki, as if he hadn’t heard you at all. His attention was still trained on Yams, asleep on his end of the couch. You did see he was smirking, though, maybe even a bit absent-mindedly.

“Earth to moon god,” You wave your hand in front of his face to finally get him to turn back to you.

“Don’t call me that,” He mutters. To which you call him moon god again and shake his shoulder playfully.

“I asked you what you wanted to do now that we can’t play cards against humanity.”

There was that smirk again. “We can figure something out,” He says as he tips his head back once again.

It’s hard not to stare at him while he’s like this. Tsukki is completely relaxed. Your eyes take a trip down his body while you think he’s not actually paying attention. His eyes are a little irritated from the smoke, but his lips look so soft and are still tugging upward at one side. Lower, you look over his neck and where his adam’s apple protrudes while his head is back at that angle. What you would give to press your lips to it right now, and leave a few marks while you were at it. The fact that your mind was going wild right now didn’t stun you in the least. It had to be the weed. Nonetheless, your eyes kept going down, down, down, until you finally had to close your eyes and bow your head to get your attention back on track.

If you didn’t stop with your wandering eyes soon, you’d have a second heartbeat to deal with while two of your closest friends are high as kites on your sofa. Though, you spoke too soon because the thought of lifting Tsukki’s shirt to see his toned stomach - and him letting you - invading your mind had the familiar throbbing show up between your legs.

When you thought that he hadn’t been paying attention to your fixed stares, he surprised you by putting his palm over your knee. Your chest fills with warmth like you had just drunk hot cider on a freezing day. You raise your gaze again, only this time your eyes are stuck on his lips. The next thing you know, he puts an arm around your shoulders and he’s leaning in to give you exactly what you want, which is a gentle kiss to your lips. His hand grips firmly on your knee once your mouths meet. He leaned into you with so much eager force that he had you leaning back into the arm of the sofa. What else would those stares be meant for if it wasn’t your thirst for him?

This had not happened before, but your mind was bringing back memories of one night when you had confessed to Tadashi. You had admitted that when you get high with the group that you often think about kissing Tsukki silly. It was something that made your lips tingle just thinking about it - both above and below the belt. Who knew that your first kiss would be thc induced. Apparently your wishes were answered because he was kissing you right now, and your buffering mind was struggling to keep up. Either Tadashi outed you to your best friend, or your best friend was smart enough to pick up on all the times you’ve looked at him vacantly a little too long.

Sensing a bit of unease coming from you, Tsukki pulled away. You look at him, and he looks back a bit confused. You assume that maybe he was thinking, ‘you were just sizing up my crotch but now you’re not going to kiss me?’. But to your surprise, he didn’t say anything like that. He whispered, “Is this okay?”

Tsukishima was asking for your consent to kiss you. What you didn’t have the mental capacity to tell him was that your failure to kiss him back wasn’t because you didn’t want to - you did! - but rather you were stupefied and suddenly thinking that somehow he could read your mind. As if your very obvious ogling wasn’t proof enough that you wanted him badly.

“It’s perfect,” You murmur. Your eyes were trained on his glistening bottom lip.

That’s when he closed the gap between you again, pulling his arm snug around your neck and connected your lips again. This time, you seized the opportunity that was given to you a second time and returned the kiss immediately. Seemingly without effort, your lips melded together like puzzle pieces. This kiss was not like the first. While the first was innocent, this one already had your tongue begging to taste his. It could very well be your high talking and how you didn’t often get this amazing quality of physical contact, or it could be how you’ve always been at least a little attracted to him all of this time you’ve been part of the group with him and Tadashi.

Oh, god, Tadashi was asleep at the other end of the couch still. As much as you wanted to care, your mind was clouded when Tsukki tilted his head and enriched the already beautiful kiss. You could tell that the last drag he took really did him in, because the longer this went on, the sloppier he got. It couldn’t possibly help that your own lips felt like numb static against his. Completely disregarding your previous thoughts about how you should be more respectful to your sleeping friend, you parted your lips at the first sign of any tongue.

Tsukki slipped his tongue into your mouth once you invited him in. His lithe fingers moved up into your hair before you could realize they had ever left your knee. You match his efforts and feel your fingertips run smoothly over his jawline as he sucks lightly on your tongue. You hope and pray that it will never end, because he’s so good at this… Or you were too high to notice how awful this was.

The only sounds in the room were the TV playing some reality show, the sound of Yams’ soft inhales and exhales as he sleeps, and the lewd noises you were making with Tsukki. The kissing progressed so deep that occasionally your teeth would gnash with the carelessness you both exhibited. The fingers in your hair tugged the strands at the roots as he got a little more into it. You were the one to cave and moan first. Those fingers in your hair, plus his tongue running over yours was the perfect formula to make your pussy start to run like a waterfall.

Your quiet little mewl had broken his focus on the kiss. His swollen lips curled into a dopey little grin, and his first instinct was to tease you for your slip up.

“Don’t you dare,” You mumble to him and attempt to spark the kiss again in order to silence whatever fun he was about to make of you. It’s no use, though, because Tsukki lips were thinner due to the sudden grin on his face. God, he’s so beautiful when he smiles.

It was a cocky grin, and if you cared to look you’d see the slightest indentations of dimples in his cheeks. Oh, boy, you were in for it. You braced yourself for teasing. He was the one to kiss you first, but he was surely going to ridicule you for moaning like you did.

To your surprise, he eventually comes down from his giddy giggles and his smile drops just enough to lock lips with you again. Thank heavens for your already feverish cheeks - if he was kissing you, he couldn’t see that you were as ripe as a strawberry ready for picking. This kiss was different. It had all the elements of the ones before, but with something added… desperation.

Tsukki’s hand that was once in your hair had moved back to your knee, yet it didn’t bother to stay there for long. The moment he decided to slip his tongue back into your mouth, his fingers began to travel north up your thigh. The static you once felt in your lips as you kissed was now left in the wake of his fingers as they proceeded closer to the source of all your excitement. You wouldn’t stop him. In fact, you egged him on with another little moan - a soft gasp while he sucked your tongue like candy. This time you got a response from him. In spite of the fact that he laughed at your first noise, he himself had groaned just before trapping your bottom lip in between his teeth and tugging.

That was the end of your kiss, because Tsukishima had moved on to new grounds below your jawline. It gave you space to breathe in deeply and try to get some oxygen through to your hazy mind. At his own pace, he kissed over the exposed side of your neck. Your downcast eyes saw that his knees were spread apart, practically inviting you to do something about it. Just as his hand reached under your skirt, your fingers rubbed over the slight mound leading off to his right thigh. Neither of you had an issue with some mutual touching, evidently, since neither of you made attempts to stop the other. In fact, it was the complete opposite.

While your nimble fingers rubbed his growing cock in his trousers, he couldn’t decide if he wanted to touch your breasts or your pussy. Soon, his kisses over your neck were abandoned in favour of pressing his face into your chest. If your face got any more heated you were afraid you’d feint. Even so, you push your boobs together as much as you can with your biceps in order to give him more to push his face against. The pad of his middle finger did a quick swipe up the length of your panties. The yelp you held in your throat didn’t go unnoticed by him, either.

Once again, your mind went back to your friend asleep on the same couch that you were getting intimate with Tsukki on. Tadashi was in a green coma, and probably wouldn’t wake up for at least another hour. Yet, still, you glimpse at his sleeping form, as he was the biggest threat to you getting caught in this hard-to-explain situation. Nonetheless, your fingers continue to play with Tsukishima’s cock outline.

Tsukki was just a little too far gone to remember his best friend right next to him. His face was occupied in between your bust, glasses pressed snug to his face, and soft grunts slipped from him every now and then since you started massaging his hard-on. Part of the excitement, you decided, was the chance of getting caught. Although unlikely, it was still possible.

His finger runs up and down your panties experimentally, gently pushing the fabric in between your folds where it sticks to your slick. He settles to circle around your clit once he finds it. It’s such a low hum of pleasure that you feel guilty moaning over it. Like clockwork, Tsukki lifted his face and sported a smirk.

“You’re wet, y/n, when did this happen?” He teases, as is his nature.

“I get horny when I’m high. I’m not sorry,” You defend yourself, and attempt to flip the tables. You wrap your fingers around his cock, now pretty hard in his pants, and give it a firm squeeze. You’re understood straight away, because he’s bucking against your hand with need.

“What are you going to do about the mess you made?”

“I made it? You kissed me first.”

“You moaned first.”

“I’m going to smack you,” You grumbled. Here you were, his hand up your uniform skirt making small circles around your clothed clit, your hand grasping his dick through his pants. You were equally desperate, yet you still found the time to bicker.

“Don’t you think that will kill the mood?”

You erupt in a whimper when he replaces his delicate finger with his thumb, pushing the pad bluntly against your sensitive clit. This would feel so much better if you weren’t wearing your panties at all. Maybe Tsukki would even want to keep them since he was the one to make them sopping wet. Just as you were leaning to meet him halfway for a kiss, movement traveled across the couch in the form of vibration. Before your lips could ever meet again, Tsukki’s head spun around just in time to see Tadashi push himself up into a sitting position.

The weight of his arm that was once around your shoulder disappeared. Your bodies separated in a half second - you pushed your skirt down and fixed your collar, he pulled a pillow over his lap and acted as if he’d been holding this the whole time. What you couldn’t fix so easily were the swollen lips and arousals in your bottoms. Your heart was racing and it was easy to tell by the way you were breathing shakily.

To separate yourself from the situation, you stand and leave for the bathroom to calm down from the anxiety of being caught fondling your best friend. It felt like being caught by a parent and you were scared of being grounded, or worse.

“What’s wrong with y/n?” Tadashi asks after you slam the bathroom door shut, all yawns and euphoric smiles after his green nap.

“Nothing. She’s got her panties twisted,” Tsukki lied through his teeth and did what he could to make his boner go away. “Sleep well?”

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Valentino with a male s/o that loves smothering him with affection, they love him so so much. But since they adore him so much they have a tendency to tease him lots just to get his touch or attention...Mof man is love, mof man is life after all :D

VALENTINO

cw: rough handling, suggestive themes (?) ... it’s val, c’mon now

❤️ Val adores to be the center of attention, but not so much having someone constantly showering him in affection. He prefers a quiet boyfriend on his arm, a prize not a pest. That being said, he’s willing to remind you of your place.

❤️ When you start to go over the top with the teasing and the kisses, he’ll knock you down in stages. First, with a boop to the nose and a soft word to remind you to behave. He’ll put his arm around you if he knows that’s what it’ll take to shut you up, but if you still won’t shut up he’ll get a bit more rough with you. Hopefully you’ll learn exactly which buttons to push and when you should push them.

❤️ Although he’s quick to bully you, he’s even quicker to bite the heads off of anyone else that try to critique you on your attempts to make a fool out of him. The moment Vox has anything to say about your overwhelming amounts of affection towards Val, Val is already threatening what’s left of life in hell. And Velvet? She doesn’t care enough to have an opinion.

❤️ Definitely switches up his act when in front of others vs. when alone. Not that he wants to appear "more manly” to the public (his masculinity is in-tact), he just loves to have the upper hand. At home, he’ll count the kisses you give him as he’s on his phone. In front of others he’ll pull you onto his lap in an attempt to ease your constant need to be involved.

❤️ He does understand the real meaning behind all the teasing is to get attention from him and to be touched and loved, yet he’s much more likely to get real close to your ear and tell your pretty little boy mouth to shut itself before he has to do it himself.

hello! i've gotten a recent influx of requests and in order to make sure every one is clean cut to my liking (and since you didn’t specify whether you wanted headcanons or a oneshot) i went ahead and made an executive decision to do headcanons for this one since they’re easier for me to make in a shorter amount of time.

coming up next: rosie/fem!reader

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Hey bored so thought I send a request, here's something to spice things up, what about a Henroin x Reader both sfw and nsfw headcanons? You're welcome to deny but he's always been my guilty pleasure character lmao.

HENROIN

cw: toxicity in relationships

🕷 There’s very little that will make him admit that he fancies someone. He’s quiet, he’s opinionated, he hates most things in general. So if he fancies you, you’re not going to know it because he happens to hate that feeling he gets in his stomach when you’re around. He’s a pro at suppression and would rather neglect his feelings.

🕷 He’s god awful at relationships. Any relationships, including familial. He expects his s/o to be completely reliant on him. He wants to be in control, and he wants everything his way. He isn’t very smart when it comes to cues, either, so trying to give him hints are futile.

🕷 Calling him Henry will earn you a one way ticket to fightsville, and this man can hold a grudge for many lifespans.

🕷 Whatever the case, if you pass all the above points, the ultimate obstacle to pass is to gain his son’s trust. This isn’t as hard as it seems, but Arackniss is like the final verdict. If he likes you, and you get along well, you can stay. If not, keep moving along because you’ll never be able to get closer to Henroin.

🕷 Called you kitten once in an attempt to get on your nerves (he loves to see you mad at him) and hasn’t stopped since.

NSFW under the cut

🕷 A very lazy lover, he hates to be the one doing most of the work. He’d prefer to rest back and let his s/o do it all themselves. If they handle him well, they can fuck themselves on him as a treat.

🕷Knows how to give a clear command, and expects it to be followed without retaliation or you’re in big trouble.

🕷 He needs an s/o that is ready when he’s ready, and ONLY then. He wants what he wants, when he wants it, and hates to be bothered when it wasn’t his idea to begin with.

🕷 Prefers to be called sir, even when there’s no power play involved in the moment. A “yes sir,” “no sir,” goes a long way with him.

🕷 LOVES to have his dick slobbered on. Get messy with that shit.

i promise i didn’t forget about this, i just met someone new recently and we’re trying to navigate a possible relationship while abiding by quarantine etiquette. any who, i definitely didn’t want to deny this request despite my little knowledge of his character/his little exposure in the series so far, but this is what i think he would be like going off of his interactions with angel in the daddy issues video!

reqs open! read my rules first please!

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HH | relationship aesthetic

characters: charlie, vaggie, angel, alastor, husk, sir pen, cherri, valentino, vox, velvet, and tom.

disclaimer: most of these pictures portray cishet people, but i want you to imagine them in any gender/energy/way you would like to.

charlie

“I’ve been practicing!”

vaggie

“It’s okay to be vulnerable from time to time.”

angel

“You’re my best friend, Angie.”

“Wouldn’t wanna be anyone else, baby.”

alastor

“What are you thinking about, my dear?”

husk

“Can’t lose you to the crowd now, can I?”

sir pen

“You don’t have to keep your eyes open if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.”

cherri

“I bet if I drop this it’ll fall fast enough to knock someone out down there.”

“Bet.”

valentino

“Smile, sugar, everyone’s watching.”

vox

“Hey, Vox, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

“But Y/N, we’re already dead.”

velvet

“If I ever get boring, just kill me.”

“Oh, V, you’re anything but.”

tom

“I promise I’ll wake you before our stop.”

requests are open and welcomed! please read my rules first :)

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(y/n) has literally saved my life

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

greetings and salutations, my name is vincent and i use they/them pronouns in case you were wondering. i’m 19 and i’m a slut.

i have a single friend, and lots of head full thoughts to share over the course of time. i write for lots of things, but if you have sensitivities to drugs, swearing, sex, etc, i suggest you don’t follow me.

what else am i supposed to put here?

blm | acab | trans rights are human rights

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𝐤𝐞𝐲

🍃.vinny — admin tag

❗️.sexisart — nsfw tag

tw: (insert trigger) — trigger warning

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𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

+ i reserve the right to refuse any and all requests that give me the heebie jeebies.

+ i’ll write for nearly everything, ranging from headcanons to oneshots, sfw to nsfw, less than 1k to 5k+, character x character to character x reader. at the very least, if you have a question about what i will write just shoot me a message/ask! we’ll figure it out from there.

- hard passes are: eating disorders, self harm, pedophilia, and yandere. these requests will be deleted on sight.

+ welcomed topics (things that are allowed but people might not think they are) are: drugs such as weed, hard sex topics including bdsm/cheating/kinks, and probably anything else you can think about.

- i ask you to refrain from asking for things that have been done a million times. an example is: “stealing their clothes” or “short reader/tall character”