#For Anon (mwah)

[snarkspawn]

some sketches from when they were younger ✨

[tonycries]

Honestly, i’d take daddy tony over any jjk men!!!

[corrodedparadox]

You draw fish well. That is a commendable skill and one you should be proud of.

Im reading this in the same cadence as an emotionally distant father telling his son he did a good job at his little league game

[snail-day]

Sooooooooo.. apparently during the late 1800s to early 1900s, women who experienced anxiety attacks or emotional distress were often brought by their husbands to physicians. These doctors would frequently diagnose them with female hysteria(of course now it's a discredited medical condition 🙃). One of the most common "treatments" for this was pelvic massage aka clitoral stimulation which was believed to relieve the symptoms.💀😭

I was thinking of a scenario where the reader is married to an older, wealthy nobleman probably an arrangement forced upon her by her family in exchange for titles and riches, since it was common at the time. She suffers from undiagnosed anxiety, leading her husband to take her to the most renowned physician of the era: Dr. Suguru Geto! He then applies the so called “therapeutic” method to relieve her hysterical episodes 👀.

Sooooo what do you think?

so fun fact thats actually how we got the vibrator!!

TW: Yandere Behaviors, Toy use, Medical Malpractice, Humiliation, Overstim, Dubcon, MDNI

Ohhhhh doctor Suguru would tie you to a medical examination chair, feet in the stirrups, the leather straps snug around your wrists and thighs, not too tight, just enough to keep you still for treatment. A buzzing vibrator pressed right against your swollen little clit, humming like a bumblebee, while he watches you twitch and squirm, those pretty little tears streaming down your cheeks.

“There we go,” he hums, tilting his head with that gentle smile. “Told you, didn’t I? You're just overstimulated. All that emotional buildup... classic case of hysteria. But don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of you.”

Because you’re his favorite patient. You always respond so well to his methods. He tests the new devices on you first, only you, cooing little praises while your legs tremble in their restraints.

“Would you rather be in the next room?” he asks so sweetly, brushing the sweaty strands of hair from your face. “They use needles in there. Ice baths. Terrible bedside manners. But here? With me? All you have to do is come for me. Again and again.”

A whine escapes your throat, clenching onto nothing. Nails digging into the leather straps.

“Just a few more,” he murmurs, watching the slick drip down your thighs onto the cold sterile tile floor. “You’re doing so well. You want to get better, don’t you?”

The poor floor getting all messy and slick from your needy little cunt, causing a chuckle to leave his throat.

“Tsk, such a silly thing. But that’s alright. We’ll just have you clean it up with your tongue, and then I’ll give you something nice.”

Unbuckling you with care, catching you as you slump against him, boneless and dazed. You can’t even stand without his help, which of course makes him smile all the more. He walks you, right where the mess pools across the cold tile, and eases you down gently to your knees. Doesn't want his pretty little girl getting bruises.

“Attagirl,” he murmurs, crouching beside you, hands firm on your hips. “Just like that. Palms flat. Mouth open.”

You blink slowly up at him, lashes damp, lips parting in sleepy obedience. Before leaning down. You actually do it, you start to lick. Slow little strokes over the tile, soft tongue dragging through your own mess all sweet and salty as he strokes your back with warm, approving hands.

“That’s it, angel. We have to clean up after ourselves, don’t we?” His voice is so soft. So pleased. “Good hygiene is part of recovery.”

You’re still licking when you feel him shift beside you, his palm curling around your jaw to tilt your head up. His other hand is stroking himself lazily, and the moment he catches your gaze, he hums low in his throat.

Your tongue is still out. Waiting.

He taps the flushed head of his throbbing cock against it, once, twice, almost fond.

“You’ve been so good for me,” he says, voice syrupy with affection. “So, so good. You don’t need medicine. You just need me.”

Suguru just hates to see his favorite patient so unwell. So he just takes extra precaution with treatment, you understand don't you?

[violenteconomics]

I suddenly remembered your 7 man band au when you appeared on my dash, The concept reminded me of kpop idol debut shows, like imagine they only went because the company offered money for getting pass screening but after that you can get booted off so they join, they pass, they get money, theyre ready to hop of this show but plot twist, their made to join the first ep, sure why not more money and it doesn't sacrifice much school time but now they keep winning in the show to the point they fear they might actually be forced to debut as a boyband/Kpop group

i'm gonna be honest, the way u phrased this was h i l a r i o u s.

like imagine there's a popular tv show in twisted wonderland (let's call it "powerline's power stars", based off of that one pop star from "a goofy movie") that's famous for launching the careers of its contestants into the mainstream once they debut. neige and vil both were on it, so of course all of pomefiore knows about it.

epel hears that you can get 500 thaumarks just for signing up to audition, and ANOTHER 500 for actually making it past screening. they all think "why not, money's money" (jack and sebek are just glad they're not going through with ortho's suggestion of making a visual novel gacha game with hot boy characters to attract the "whales", whatever THAT means), and they take a weekend off to shoot their audition tape.

at first they just want to send in their audition, take the money, and leave -- but apparently they're actually pretty good, because one of the producers calls them and says they made it onto "powerline's power stars". they try to back out of it, but as soon as they're promised 1000 thaumarks just for showing up for the shooting, they zoom out of night raven college at record speed.

(well, okay, they do actually write their housewarden some notes explaining why they're not there. the notes themselves are in varying quality, ranging from epel's "money" written in purple glitter pen on a piece of notebook paper and left on vil's doorstep, to sebek's tearful, 10-page long apology in squid ink and delivered via raven.)

when they get on "powerline's power stars", the audience falls in love with them. their chemistry is so good to watch -- a little bullying, incredibly affectionate, and most importantly, surprisingly in-sync despite how much they argue. and their performances are top-notch, always following some kind of theme based on one of the great seven (they are nrc students after all, might as well represent them while they're at it). their creativity and group dynamics easily make them among the the most popular contestants on the show.

the show takes this and markets them in advertisements BRILLIANTLY. sebek and jack are the straight-laced, tsundere-like yet very passionate and protective types. ace and epel are the mischevious, pranking, little shit types, except epel hides it under a delicate facade and a quiet voice. deuce and ortho are the chlidish, overly-excited types who are just there to support their friends and do their best. and yuu is the glue that keeps them together, the ever-present cheerleader, always cheering them on and keeping their spirits up no matter what.

AND EVERYONE EATS THIS SHIT UPPPPPP THE VIEWERSHIP AND RATINGS FOR "POWERLINE'S POWER STARS" GO THROUGH THE FUCKING ROOF AFTER THE FIRST ADVERTISEMENT FEATURING THE FIRST-YEARS, AND THEY PASS THROUGH EVERY ROUND WITHOUT FAIL.

the first-years, on the other hand, are more concerned with the amount of money they're raking in for every round they pass. they're so invested in their new capital, they don't realize how good they're doing until it's announced in the final round that they won the whole thing, and will now signing on with the official "powerline" music brand.

when they're told that they're now actually expected to write an album and make more music videos, instead of being excited, they're like "F U C K we actually have to do WORK now UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

(obviously, they give in and do it, because money is money.)

(...ykw, i'm actually fucking with this idea pretty hard lol. i might make it part of the "seven-man band" canon. like this is the random contest that they joined and that's why their famous now.)

[godnectar]

Yandere himbo? >:)

・✶ ｡ﾟ𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎 ;

cw: toxic behavior, bae's hot, oblivious and delusional asf, kinda manipulative, jealousy, violence, guilt tripping,,,, justifications + probably a big ass etc. ( inbox )

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who possesses a genuinely warm and friendly demeanor that, along with his looks, easily draws people to him. the pure, charming, and easygoing smile he usually wears making it extremely hard for others to suspect anything about his hidden, darker tendencies — reason why you didn't really made a big deal out of his sudden but innocent looking crush towards you and just felt flattered.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO whose loyalty absolutely knows no bounds once you two got together after countless of sweet, sincere compliments, some appealing winks, and a few wholesome dates. he's hopelessly devoted to you, willing to go to extreme lengths to ensure his darling's happiness and safety twenty-four seven.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who's cheerful facade is fast to crumble the next second he perceives someone as a threat to your lovely, fairy tale looking relationship, no matter if it's because of one of your friends getting to touchy or just one of your relatives making a disapproving comment about your choice of a partner. even though, he's also quick to apologize whenever you get mad as the familiar, beefy arms that hold you at night get covered with scratches after he holds your acquaintances in a chokehold deep inside an alley hours prior. unsurprisingly, guilt overcomes you as soon as you glance at his pouty lips and furrowed eyebrows, pained by your anger over his instinctive jealousy.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who as much as he lacks intelligence, probably also lacks comprehension for his actions' severity most of the time, leading him to justify some disturbing things such as his hostility, surveillance and obsessive keepsakes by saying it all comes from his undying love towards you, the light of his eyes.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who genuinely thinks there's nothing wrong with what he does. sure, he might not be the brightest bulb in the box, nor the man with the healthiest mental state you'll meet — the latter being pretty noticeable, especially when you catch on the fearful stares some people send among all the praising others unawarely give — but at least he's trying his best at showing you that his... heart throbs only for his sweetling, right?

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who desires with all his heart for you to be as head over heels for him as he is for you, never giving up on trying to make you let down all of your guards to share his innermost yearns, fantasizing about an intense, exclusive and unique connection between you two where both seek to become the other's one and only.

"tell me how much you love me, my dear. need to hear you saying there's absolutely no one in your heart but me."

© godnectar 2023. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

[bigidiotenergytm]

Rapid fire?

Ody, I love the way your gloves look! Who fashioned them for you?

Hades, I am obsessed with your nails, do you ever need to file them??

Nobody, can I fluff your hair a little and maybe give you some cuddles???? You deserve some TLC!

And to you Sky, I hope you get lots of water and money in your life. Abundance, abundance, now drown in riches and bitches

i was gonna answer all of em but then i lost motivation fsdf SORRY

[livingincolorsagain]

i love your writing... could you do prompt 35 from list 3 (kiss roulette)? 🫶

prompts from lists 1 & 3

Buck sighs, sadly and heavily leaning against the wall as he waits for Eddie to unlock the front door and push it open.

“Alright. Come on, big guy, don’t fall asleep on me now,” Eddie says, voice fond and soft, but laced with something that could be that bone-deep exhaustion that comes after a long shift followed by a long hospital visit.

“Took you long enough,” Buck throws back, just because he enjoys the offended noise Eddie makes as Buck walks past him.

“Just for that, I’m not drawing you that bath I promised,” Eddie says, locking the door behind them.

“Man, you need to draw yourself a bath. You stink,” Buck remarks, placing a hand on Eddie’s side to pull him close.

Eddie flinches as he hisses through his teeth.

Buck’s face falls.

“Eddie.”

Eddie sighs, shoulders pressed to the wall as he lets himself sag down just a little. Buck stays where he is, his hand now listlessly hovering midair.

“I’m fine,” Eddie breathes, lying through his teeth, clearly, because his eyes are heavy-lidded as he blinks a few times and his shoulders are slumped like he can’t even bring himself to power through whatever is hurting him anymore.

Buck frowns. “You can’t lie to me, you know.”

Eddie sighs, his legs wobbling before he straightens them and locks his knees. “You have a fractured arm.”

Buck hums, drops his hand. “And what do you have?”

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek. Buck sighs longsufferingly, waits him out. It usually takes one to six minutes before Eddie folds.

Eddie must be really in pain, because it takes him just about twenty-six seconds before he says, “A few bruised ribs.”

“A few bruised ribs?”

“It’s not that bad! They gave me painkillers while the doctor was checking you out. Said just to take it easy for a week or so.”

“Oh, did they now?” Buck asks thinly. “Do you think they knew you were gonna ignore everything they said?”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “I’m not ignoring anything. My husband has a fractured arm, sorry that’s taking priority.”

Buck steps closer, cups his face with his good hand. “Baby.”

Eddie sags against the wall again, letting it take all of his weight this time. He turns his face up, eyes big and bright, lips pouting a little, and Buck is a weak, weak man, because he immediately leans in and kisses his frown away.

He feels Eddie’s triumphant smile against his lips and almost shakes his head.

“Don’t hide your pain from me,” Buck says, still so close they’re breathing the same air, as he tenderly drags his fingertips down Eddie’s side.

It’s not the first time he said it, he thinks. It’s actually a line they tend to occasionally throw back and forth, but they’re getting better at following it through, at least.

“I know,” Eddie whispers, pressing another kiss to Buck’s lips. “I’m sorry.”

“And you still stink.”

Eddie gives him a smile that’s full of boyish charm, dimples in full effect and the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Let me go, then.”

Buck huffs, bites his lips a little on the next kiss, swallowing the sound it punches out of Eddie’s chest with a smile.

[demothers-empty-blog]

Mother mother the people humbly beg for sfw loser!Konig pleas please all we ever see is nsfw and it drives us up the wall

Oh babes, it would be an honour to provide something sfw for my munchkins mhm mhm🙂‍↕️ ‘tis the whole reason why this account exists!

CW: sfw loser!könig - loser, can’t-get-his-words-out!könig

He never considered himself a loser, honestly, never saw the appeal in ‘scoring’ himself a girlfriend either. Treasuring someone was more up his lane, if life could grant him such a blessing.

Loser!König didn’t want to admit it, but he fantasized about that once in a lifetime love you find only in storybooks and if waiting for that perfect partner makes him a full blown loser, then so be it.

He saw you in everything, books he thought you might like, imagining getting you a bouquet he saw in a flower shop just to see your pretty face light up. He’ll go on wondering how was your day, how you were doing, what you were thinking about.

Loser!König would catch himself oftentimes looking up at the moon, quietly hoping you were gazing at it too.

The daydreaming alone was enough to have that mountain of a man feeling giddy out of the blue. Man was he eager to show you the world through his eyes, what he wouldn’t do the minute he found sweet old you.

Loser!König met you for the first time at the Museum of Military History in Vienna, a place of comfort, close to home. He didn’t want to go out that day but did he ever take back that sentiment the moment his baby blues landed on you.

He never believed this day would arrive, so good it might as well be a dream. His first thought was that you were beautiful.

Naturally, he got nervous, palms sweating, heartbeat picking up by a smidge, even his skin prickled with a tingly warmth. His three friends manage to spot where, or who he was looking at. One of them nudges his rib with an elbow, eyebrows waggling suggestively.

The nudge hurt, suggesting he wasn’t dreaming.

“Go ask her out.” He urges, those words alone made König want to bolt. No amount of hype would make this man budge, so, the one who previously spoke up made his way towards you with a shit eating grin and a skip in his step.

Loser!König had to be held in place before relenting, or else he was good as gone. For such an imposing man, he sure moved quickly.

“Excuse me, Miss,” he says, “can I have a moment of your time?”

You set down the pamphlet you held to your side, turning around to face a person you’ve never met, unsure of what he wanted.

You were just visiting and honestly doubted you could be much help but you were willing to try.

He seemed apologetic, polite, a little performative if you were being honest. But you hear him out, “My friend—he’s a bit shy, but he thinks you’re really cute and was wondering if he could get your number?”

The man with the short, blond hair jabs a thumb over his shoulder and your eyes land on the well fed being behind him, meekly hiding behind a grim looking novel.

The book turned out to be Without Justice We Are Shadows by S. N. Kissack, vol. 1 of 3. That’s a coincidence, you own the second.

Admittedly, the texting was dry and he refused to answer your call.

It was an awkward first date, yet the both of you manage to bond over the final volume and agreed to a second one.

It took König three dates to come out of his shell.

Cut to two weeks later and you now have a 260lbs teddy bear by your side at all times. Could be worse, you don’t hate it, König certainly looks content. Way more of a bookworm than you originally thought.

And do you ever make his resolve break.

Any request that leaves your lips, he’s scrambling to get it. Cover his fat head in kisses as a reward and watch this hardened soldier melt in real time.

Loser!König finally has the chance to participate in every boyfriend activity he missed out on, even if it meant dragging him around a Sephora store and using the back of his hand for swatches.

Loser!König will let you put a face mask on him just as long as you are his player 2 in Rainbow Six Siege, yes he has a score to settle.

Loser!König will shadow box you.

As sweet as he is, he is still… a bit of a creep.

Having spent the majority of his time alone, Loser!König has become observant, to say the least. Don’t be alarmed when he suddenly surprises you with something you offhandedly mentioned one time or spared a glance at while shopping. He will get both.

Loser!König will follow you home. Not that way. You know he’s behind you somewhere, but he gives you the benefit of the doubt that he’s not by hanging back enough where you can’t see him.

That man is not free from the underwear stealing accusations. And the shirts, it’s mostly the shirts.

He’s more of a cryptid than anything, if ever you lost something, odds are it’s in his room.

[drabblejester]

good day, mister jester :) I see youre taking request. sicne you yourself are a jester, might i ask how the archons would deal with having their own jester? (making silly jokes, harmless pranks etc) how they acquire said jester is up to you!

how the ARCHONS would treat you as their JESTER!

requested by: wonderful sillay anon!!

parings: all archons & jester!reader

content warnings: none!! just silliness

comments: take this as romantic(NOT FOR NAHIDA) or platonic idc HEEHEE!! this is a splendid ask thank u my liege <3 probably ooc

VENTI:

you’re jester’d by him after he found you on the street, while he was bumbling around drunk. thought you were funny, so he just tagged you along!!

and oooh he LOVES you!!! he writes so many songs for you to dance along to, happily singing and strumming his little lyre while you bust a move

if anything its the both of you that are the jesters… instead of you being in a ‘jester & god’ scenario, its more of a ‘jester & jester’ thing. you tell eachother jokes, sing with eachother, etc! and after yall have fun, you lay down in the grass together and snooze :3

ZHONGLI:

you’re jester’d by him after one of the millith recommend you to him, saying many good things about you and your antics!!! he meets you in person and it goes well!!

despite his strong and gentle demeanor, he will giggle and watch you happily. in fact, he actually HELPS you pull off pranks. ranging from replacing all of venti’s sugar with salt, painting on the hull of beidou’s ship, or snatching masks from fatuus, you’re having fun alongside him sometimes!!!

he treats you super well, lavishing you with yummy treats and delicious tea. he makes a little room for you somewhere in the inn, and always makes sure you’re happy and well taken care of.

RAIDEN:

you’re jester’d by her after miss sara almost puts you in jail. thankfully, your silly demeanor and joyous attitude captivated her. so you get to go free! as long as you can provide her some entertainment sometimes.

she actually doesn’t have you entertain her that often, just kinda keeps you around like a cool rock. more often, you’ll find yourself entertaining her guards and her loyal followers instead. which is still nice!

she’ll try her best to take care of you, but ultimately ends up just plopping you in the hands of the people she trusts. she isn’t too fond of your pranks but she loves your performances, so you’re equipped with props and costumes :3

NAHIDA:

you’re jester’d by her after you were grabbed by the scruff by a forest ranger, gently being ushered back into the city like a lost cat. which you might as well be! she saw you, you told her a few jokes and gave her some candy, and she got somewhat attached

she really likes your jokes!!! simple puns only, and the occasional riddle. a lot of the time, she’d actually be telling YOU riddles! sadly they’re very hard to figure out so good luck. you get to teach her about certain jokes but you have to explain the punchlines 50% of the time

life with her is very simple, she holds you as an equal (maybe even as a sibling figure?) unlike other archons like raiden or mavuika. you entertain her, and she entertains you! like a nice equal exchange of knowledge in the form of silly jokes.

FURINA:

you’re jester’d after being caught by the guardes for breaking some obscure law, probably related to a prank you pulled. you’re dragged into court (which breaks your silly heart…), furina sees you, and VERRYY dramatically calls for a halt. she runs away with you(and neuvillette on your tail).

she treats you like a secret, not in a weird way but in a.. whispers to you to go and check out the magazine selection and sends you off like her personal little scarab. it’s very obvious you two are hanging out because BOTH of you became 10x more dramatic, but she refuses everything.

your living situation is like roommates, despite her holding some power over you. neuvillette insisted that you get a separate apartment but you both complained enough to where you got to stay hanging out. you’re like best friends!! you eat sweets together, hang out, etc. she even teaches you some of her super secret acting techniques!!!

MAVUIKA:

you’re jester’d after you become hopelessly lost in natlan, miserably jingling across the floor, and winding up in a family of saurians. she finds you all sad and weeping and ue ue ue, and takes you in like a little baby birdie.

actually, you don’t do much entertaining with her! when you do, it’s usually her trying to train you to become strong. thankfully your little kicks and sad punches don’t do much to her. so to cheer you up, she lets you tell her riddles and stories and jokes. turns out she is a SUCKER for puns.

you get to hang out in natlan wherever you want, like tossing a bird in the air and letting it fly away for a bit. your best nap spot is in a very cramped little cave, all cozied up with one blanket to make the edges less sharp. surprisingly it’s very cozy! you can even curl up above on the rocks like a lizard!!!!

TSARITSA:

you’re jester’d by her after a few fatuus find you all sad and wet in the city, jingling about and being a general disturbance to the peace (as god intended). you’re dragged all the way to the palace, to get judged. you’re not put in as a harbinger but you get to be a fool one way or another!

speaking of harbingers, they either love you or hate you. the tsaritsa will always ensure your safety from the weirdness of dottore and the edginess of signora, but you can’t help but be a little upset by them. she’ll wipe your tears and allow you to dance around the palace to help you feel better :3

you get free reign over the palace whether the harbingers like it or not. curled up on lab tables, hunched under chairs, maybe stealing a fatuu grunt’s bed, etc. and they don’t get to say anything bad about you because you’re the tsaritsa’s special little jester! pierro is still upset that you stole his cool nickname though

eat up my liege… leave no crumbs either. i just swept the floor

[talesfromthecrypts]

The city of the dead. The living dead. A cursed city where the gates of hell have been opened.

City of the Living Dead (1980) dir. Lucio Fulci

[devotion-disorder]

heyyy I have some questions for Noel and Kuuya!! I just wanna hold them in the palm of my hand

What are their biggest turn ons? Like if you do this we are running to the bedroom immediately

On a scale of 1-10 how jealous are they?

What kinda music do they listen to just in general?

I love your work sm and Noel and Kuuya and my little babies. Also I love your art style! Thank you!!

careful they are squishy................

1. Noel likes submission. Kuuya likes any sign of reciprocation (so if u match his freak LOL). I did a post on their whole list of kinks here.

2. honestly? they're both at an 8.

3. Noel listens to a lot of stuff but mainly alt-rock ,garage house, and R&B. On occasion he also listens to classical music, because that's what he listened to when he was at the hospital as a child.

Kuuya listens to recordings of your voice/ breathing he secretly took. Other than that, he likes shoegaze and grunge. He used to own a guitar from his highschool days, when he was almost in a band. It's long been sold though. Also, his guilty pleasure is 80s j-pop.

[snail-day]

Geto would be such a smug bastard if a reader who managed to escape him returns a few days or weeks later completely on her own accord. He'd coo and clean her up from the filth of the outside, he'd still punish her of course but maybe he'd be a bit gentle with it. It may have been out if desperation but you still returned to your proper place under him

🪻

Ohhhh baby, you're so right, 🪻 anon Though, I think that bastard would make you work for it. You think you can just crawl back after running from him? After daring to leave your rightful place?

Then prove it.

TW: spanking, humiliation, dubcon

Geto wouldn’t just pull you into his arms immediately. Oh no, you don’t deserve that yet. Instead, he’d look at you arms crossed, eyes half-lidded as he watches you kneel. Waiting. Allowing the weight of your own decision crush upon you.

"You want to be mine again?" His voice isn't that sweet anymore. You aren't his good girl. No, it's cruel now, sharp around the edges. "Then show me."

Crawling on your hands and knees across the cold floor, every movement slow, as you bite back your pride. Your head bowed in submission, body trembling beneath the pressure of his cold gaze. The silence stretches, suffocating, until the only sound left is your ragged breaths and the soft drag of your limbs against the ground until you reach him. Pressing a kiss to his shoe.

"Say it."

Your lips part, voice trembling, nearly desperate. "I - I can't live without you."

He hums softly, pleased, watching you struggle, watching the humiliation sink.

"Louder."

"I need you." Your voice cracks as tears threaten to spill. "I was wrong - please, I was wrong."

Only then does he move, fingers curling beneath your chin, lifting your tear-streaked face to meet his, a smug grin on his lips.

"That’s better, sweetheart." A gentle hand strokes through your hair."Now, let's talk about how you’re going to make this up to me."

That’s when he drags you across his lap. His large hands skim your bare thighs before delivering the first sharp slap to your ass. Hard enough to make you jolt, gasp, whimper. Hard enough to leave a sting - just enough to remind you of your place.

"One for every day you were gone," he murmurs as his hand comes down again.

And again.

And again.

Until your body trembles, heat blooming beneath his touch, the pain dissolving into something dizzying, something that makes your breath hitch and your thighs press together.

"Look at you," he chuckles, dripping with condescension. "You act like you hate being punished, but your body tells me otherwise." Thick fingers begin to trail down, teasing, feeling how wet you are from discipline alone. Such a naughty thing, of course you couldn't live without him. He's got you trained.

"Tch. Just as needy as ever." He sighs, flipping you onto your back, the tatami mats below marking your skin as he spreads you open. His violet eyes gleam as he presses against you, pushing his robes to the side and filling you to the hilt in one slow, punishing thrust.

A sob breaks through your throat as you cling to him, gasping that you need time to adjust, he's tearing you apart. Though your sweet cunt says otherwise as it swallows and clings onto his length. He moves, pinning your wrists above your head as he fucks you slow and deep. Making you feel what you almost lost with every drag of his cock.

"You thought you could leave me?" he murmurs against your lips, bruising them with love bites "And now you’re here, crying under me, begging for me to take you back. Cute. Next time, though, I won't be as nice"

[heartorbit]

if your art is food, it'd be like those fruit hard candies flavoured. Which is yummy (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! candy reminded me of emu and so i must draw her for you

[tonycries]

drunk reader sucking on getos adams apple while he's asleep🥴🥴🥴

[justladders]

I wish to give Mothtrap Lil kissims