#also i like to draw his tiddies out

[meziniart]

I'm losing my religion

[karlyboyyy]

Handful.

[pwurrz]

i got caught up in the moment and forgot i was drawing taru tummy for purely self indulgence reasons.. so i’m going with a boob window because pierce was right. the boob window is a tease, a preview of what you know’s under there but they don’t want you to see it just yet. boob window is just unbeatable i’m sorry

[adriartts]

i fucking pourt wader on him. get soggy idiot

[heartlesscorpse]

Sleepy Cuddles w/ Pyramid Head 🩸🔪 △

Pyramid Head brainrot goes brrr. Pyramid Head brainrot is forever eternal, anyway — yeah I have yet another post of Pyramid Head because I’m bored, my brain had ideas, and I NEED him so I feel like catering myself once again w/ Pyramid Head. That’s all I can say. OH YEAH might I add, rather than Silent Hill’s PH like my last few posts this time I decided this time around I’m gonna do DBD Pyramid Head. Also a heads up for the small nsfw warning in this post.

Doing back to back trials or maybe more is always tiring. Leaves you all sleepy asf, grumpy, and really not wanting to be thrown into another trial for the entity’s amusement.

Usually you’d try sleeping around the campfire or take short naps, literally whenever you have the chance to do so before the entity drags you off to another random map, and it can get pretty annoying when you don’t get no breaks to rest. >:((

And what’s better than looking for none other than your favourite tall killer, the Executioner for some cuddles???

If you need cuddles or sleep, Pyramid Head’s always there in Midwich waiting for you whenever he’s not busy with any trials of his own. :))

He loves earning small visits from you while the both of you have some time to spend when the Entity isn’t calling for either of you for the next trial.

The two of you meet up usually in the halls of the school or some random classroom if Pyramid Head happened to be looking for you first. The nurses office is where the two of you kick back and relax in each other’s company most often, because that’s where all the old mattresses are left on the rusted metal bed frames.

The beds are way too small to fit with Pyramid Head’s large figure so the both of you would settle with stripping off all the mattresses from the bed frames, lie them all on the floor stacked atop each other by 2 by 4 for bigger space.

Cuddles w/ the big guy are the fucking best. And he enjoys cuddling you too.

Because of the huge height differences between the both of you, he thinks you’re the perfect size so he could gently squeeze you in his arms while you’re all curled up with him.

And don’t forget about them man tiddies, his tiddies are the best for a pillow but in the end, you’re waking up with a sore neck. But it’s fucking worth it. >:))

It’s also soothing listening to his breathing from his rusted helmet or the soft growls rumbling from his chest, which kind of reminds you of thunder rolling through the sky in the distance.

As I mentioned the last time in one of my other hc posts with Pyramid Head, he’s a fuckin’ walking heater and all that body heat radiating from him while you’re pressed against him with his arms around you is just pure bliss.

Feels so nice to pass out in his arms especially with all that exhaustion and the multiple trials you went through still racking your brain, and he likes it how easily you conk out the moment you get comfy with him just in a matter of seconds.

On some small occasions there’s times where Pyramid Head is also hornee and wanting help with finding some relief, once granted consent he’ll keep in mind how tired you are after all those trials you went through of course, this time around he’ll restrain himself from going too rough on you and will opt to fucking you gently and at a slower pace. Getting some relief out of this and also helping you destress, a small little reward for doing such a great job. <33

After cuddles and naps with Pyramid Head you’re feeling all rejuvenated and energized to keep pushing on through more trials the entity has yet to throw at you.

Sometimes it’s not enough and Pyramid Head will decide to keep you for a little while longer, drawing the entity’s attention in some instances and having to fight with them in order to prevent the entity from ripping you away from his grip.

Few minutes wasn’t enough he wants more time with his precious. Fuck off. >:((

Besides the exhaustion or stress from everything in the entity’s realm, you still visit Pyramid Head whenever just for more cuddles or naps to give the big guy some company and spend more time with your beloved Executioner.

🥩⋆♱✮♱⋆🔪 🩸

[whore-ibly-hot]

SO glad to see part 2 of the boarding school series. AAAHHH. I really wanna draw them... Do you have any set ideas for how they look, cuz I would love to draw them

I will literally piss myself if you do art of my boys. Somebody did art for my Joey oc once, and im still in recovery. Honestly, I'm pretty fast and loose with character descriptions but I'll drop a few I'm sure of!

Pez: Tall and a little plump, gentle giant, tan skin and really long black hair, he's half indigenous, and he's got a lil freckle on his chin.

Tyler: He's actually less like, hair dyed and pierced and hardcore alt looking simply because he's too poor for affording hardcore accessories and even box dye, so he's a dirty brunette with deep brown eyes from smoking. Kind of a shitty wolf cut, but it's mostly because he can't go to the barber, so it rotates between that and being shaved.

Joseph: dirty blonde, smaller than the other boys but gangly. Like, he's short, but what little of him there is is all arms and legs. And bony, so fucking bony.

Carter: Blonde, he can be smug and satisfied at times, but he's got these cold, empty blue eyes that kind of freak everyone out, and a permenatlt neutral expression. It's impossible to tell what's in his head.

Paul Burton: Clinically unenthusiastic, he's always got a coffee in hand and is looking like he'd rather drive himself off a cliff than be here. Kind of a stubble, but just cause he can't be bothered to shave. He has dorky, super thick glasses which are not chic? And he hates them but cannot see past his hands without them. Laid back clothing wise, his shitty Hawaiian t-shirts or coffee stained worn out buttons uo barely match school dress code. Brunette, very curly hair.

Joel Murphy: DAD BOD, he's got a dad bod and a beer belly. He's kind of ashamed of not being as good looking as he was in his prime, but for as rugged as he claims to be he takes great care of his Ned Flanders looking mustache and his hair. Also a brunette. He's also got some impressive tiddies, do that's a major plus.

[valleyof-goldenlilies]

The Woes of Weddings (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

You can read the first part, The Woes of Betrothals, but it’s not necessary to read it to understand the plot :) 

Synopsis: Your wedding with Prince Aemond draws near. 

Warnings: fluff, so. much. fluff, p in v sex, tiddy succin’, oral (f! receiving), and fingering, slight impreg kink?? (if i missed out anything someone please tell me I’m too sleep deprived for this), jace shaming (on aemond’s part) 

Word Count: 5K words 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters, save for Y/N. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out!

A/N: You asked for a sequel to The Woes of Betrothals...and you got it. Featuring my first time writing smut 👀 I’m still improving on my smut writing skills, so please don’t laugh (I spent like five hours pouring about the specifics of smut writing too so) 😳 (see end of chapter for more A/N) 

wonderful dividers credited to @firefly-graphics as always! 

‘By the gods,’ you swore silently to yourself, watching the scene unfold before you, ‘I did not think that I could have anticipated anything quite as worrisome as this.’ 

Your wedding day was in less than a week’s time, and your anxiety was just reaching breaking point. 

You stood uncomfortably on a slightly raised dais, attempting to keep as still as possible while the seamstresses around you fussed with the measurements of your wedding gown and cloak, adjusting it to perfection. You were unsuccessful in your regard, as you occasionally winced from the sharp sting of a needle poking your skin. Helaena sat in one corner of the room, observing the proceedings with a dreamy smile, which you returned. But it was the presence of the Queen Alicent that made you feel a little discomfited. Though the Queen was watching the scene with a smile, you saw glimmer of sorrow in her eyes every now and then, though it was quickly masked by her usual veneer of geniality. You wondered with a small blip of terror if the Queen was having second thoughts of wedding you to her beloved second son, but your worries were soon soothed with the thoughts of your beloved. You had greatly enjoyed the time you had both spent over the past few weeks: he had been nothing but a consummate gentleman and lover, nothing like the rumours of the cold prince you were once deceived by. Even now, thinking of your beloved, you had a rosy tinge to your cheeks and a smile on your face, despite the sting of the needles. You simply could not wait to discover what marital bliss your marriage will bring. 

In another room, Aemond was faring far better than his fair lady was. Despite the rather unneeded presence of his grandsire in the room, scrutinising every move the tailors made, Aemond found himself to be quite far away from current happenings. His mind kept wandering back to his lady, and the sheer elation he felt that he would be wedding her in less than a week. It had been nearly a moon’s turn since he had confessed his true feelings to her, and every day since then has felt like a dream he never wished to wake from. He thought he would never experience more happiness as he had when he had claimed Vhagar, but this…it was a different sort of joy entirely. A contentment far more peaceful, and he found that he preferred this contentment to the hot blooded rush of triumph and adrenaline every time he rode Vhagar or won in his sparring jousts with Ser Criston. 

The both of you had spent the past few weeks spending nearly every waking moment with each other: you watching him train at arms with a wide smile on your lovely face that never ceased to spur him on, which always made Ser Criston raise his eyebrows in both amusement and a sort of pride; both of you discussing histories and philosophies in the library, where Aemond had discovered your passion for dissecting philosophical theology, much to his delight; strolling in the gardens and watching you blush with joy whenever he picked a flower and put it in your hair. He had also made it a custom to bring you a hand-picked bouquet of flowers every day, utterly enchanted by the near ethereal glow of happiness on his lady’s face every time he presented the bouquet to you. If he were a better painter, he would have asked you to sit for a portrait. Alas. Well, he could always commission the best painter in Westeros to do so, although he wasn’t quite sure if they would be able to capture your essence. 

Aemond sometimes thought it foolish that he had fallen in love so hastily, and so deeply at that. But he realised that when he woke up thinking about your smile and went to sleep every night thinking about how to make you smile even wider the next morrow, that no matter how much of a fool’s folly this may be, he wouldn’t have it any other way. He could not wait to be wedded to you. 

The merry toll of bells resounded throughout King’s Landing, as nearly every single noble lord and lady gathered before the Iron Throne to celebrate the wedding of Prince Aemond Targaryen to his much cherished bride. 

Aemond fidgeted nervously with the hem of his sleeves, a habit he hadn’t done since he was a young child. He had never really liked crowds, despite being a Prince. Helaena, who was standing next to him, separating him from a probably drunk Aegon, patted his arm reassuringly. Aemond turned his head to shoot her a small, grateful smile, just as trumpets heralded the entrance of the bride. 

The courtiers turned their head to the doors, and gasps rippled through the crowd as they beheld the bride. Aemond felt as though he had lost all capability to function. 

There you were, gliding towards him in a gown of white, looking like a vision of the Maiden herself. Delicate spirals of gold and flowers adorned the thick brocade and silk of your gown, a thick cloak of your House’s colours draped snugly across your shoulders. You were escorted down the aisle by your lord father, who was beaming with pride while shedding some very non-discrete tears. Aemond felt like weeping himself, and Helaena was tearing up a little herself. 

When you reached the end of the aisle, your father removed the cloak from your shoulders, kissing you on your forehead, before entrusting your hand to Aemond, your beloved, who looked extremely dashing in his intricately tailored white wedding clothes. “Take care of my daughter, Your Grace,” your father said tearfully. Aemond gave the man a nod, “I will love her till the end of my days, my lord. Have no fear.” Then, Aemond turned to face you, a wide smile on his face, as he draped a heavy cloak of black and red across your shoulders. “My princess, my lady wife,” he whispered softly to you, caressing your hand in his. You smiled back at him, “My prince. My lord husband.” The both of you walked to the septon, pure joy emanating from your faces, as he officially pronounced the both of you man and wife, much to the raucous cheers of the crowd behind you. 

The wedding feast was underway, and laughter and merriment was abound. For your first dance, you were whirled around the room by your husband, whose smile had not left his face since the moment he saw you. “I find it difficult to believe this is your first time waltzing, husband,” you said incredulously. “You are as nimble and graceful as any other lord in the room.” Aemond laughed softly, “Believe it or not, my lady, it is the first.” “But why?” you questioned, as Aemond twirled you around. Aemond looked hesitant, before answering softly, “Perhaps it was because I’ve never found the right dancing partner, until now.” You blushed, unsure of how to answer back, when Prince Jacaerys cut in, gallantly asking you for a dance, which you happily granted. What you did not notice however, was Aemond clenching his jaw as he watched you being whisked away by Lord Strong, but he shoved down the overbearing urge to punch the bastard in his face. ‘My love would be unhappy if I ruined our night,’ he kept repeating to himself, although he clenched his fists when he returned to the table and Aegon shot him a smirk, having saw everything. “Weren’t you drowning yourself in your cups, brother?” Aemond narrowed his eyes at him. “And weren’t you dancing with your bride? Oh wait,” Aegon said mockingly, “You’ve been forsaken for Jace once more.” 

Now Aegon was the one Aemond wished to punch. But he took a deep breath, not wanting to cause any conflict on such a joyous night. It wasn’t worth it to get riled up over Aegon’s japes, it never was. However, Aemond felt miserable as he watched you getting twirled around by Jace, laughing with him, instead of him. No matter, in the end, it was him that was your husband, not the Strong bastard, nor anyone else. 

You were a little out of breath, after being asked to dance by three other lords after Prince Jacaerys. Now, you were exhausted, and wished nothing more than to return to your husband’s side and converse with him, particularly about…You felt your cheeks heat up at the thought. Of your wedding night. 

Spotting your husband sitting at the head table, you began to make your way towards him, but you were stopped by a familiar figure swathed in Hightower green. “Your Grace,” your eyes widened, before you dropped to a curtsey. Queen Alicent looked down at you with a smile, “At ease, please, we are family now, after all. You should address me as Mother instead.” You straightened, looking unsure as you glanced at your husband, who had already noticed you being accosted by his mother and was looking a little concerned. “Of course, Your Gr- I mean, Mother,” you said hesitantly. Queen Alicent’s smile turned a little warmer, “You may relax, dear, I merely wanted to have a conversation with you, from mother to daughter-in-law. Would you mind having a drink with me?” 

“I would be honoured, Your Grace.” Queen Alicent swept towards her seat at the head of the table, you following obediently behind her, but not before looking to your husband for guidance, and perhaps some help. As you passed by Aemond, he squeezed your hand in a reassuring gesture, which made your nerves sooth a little. ‘I can do this’, you chanted in your head, ‘tis only the Queen after all. And we are family now, this sort of thing is inescapable.’ Queen Alicent gestured for you to take a seat, as the servants began pouring wine into your goblets. “I trust you understand what would happen after the wedding feast, yes?” You fought the urge to blush, as you answered, “Yes, Your- Mother. Septa Marlow has kindly instructed me on the matter.” The Queen nodded approvingly, “Good, then we can move on to the other matter I wish to speak of then.” You were startled, what other matter could the Queen wish to speak of with you? 

The Queen took a sip of her wine, and for the first time, you noticed a certain sort of apprehension in her expression. The Queen said your name carefully, before asking, “Are you happy with my son?” You were struck by her sudden question, but you answered truthfully, “Yes, I am. He’s chivalrous, kind, and I have no doubt he would be a loving husband. I couldn’t have found a better husband.” The Queen smiled, but there was a certain bitterness in it. “You do not know how it warms my heart to hear you say so. Among my sons, I cherish Aemond the most. Though he may be…impassioned at times, my son is a good man. And it pleases me so that he is lucky enough to have found a wonderful woman such as you as his wife. I am certain that you will both have a happy union.” You blinked, taken aback by the scale of her compliments, “Thank you, my Queen. You flatter me, truly.” Suddenly, Aemond appeared next to you, hand on your shoulder as he greeted his mother. “Mother, if I may, I must steal my wife away for the moment. It is nearly time for the bedding ceremony.” 

“Oh, yes, I nearly forgot about that.” The Queen laughs, standing up. She pecked her son on the cheek, “Well, the both of you best be off to your bedchambers then. I will await for the both of you to break fast with me on the morrow.” Aemond inclined his head and smiled tenderly at his mother, “Of course, Mother. I bid you good night.” When the Queen had walked away, Aemond gave you a sheepish smile, “Did my mother trouble you in any way?” You shook your head, though you were still reeling a little at the oddity of your conversation with the Queen. “No, my love…she only wished to express her congratulations to our union.” 

Aemond breathed a sigh of relief, the tension seeping out of his muscles. “I’m glad to hear that.” He lowered his head to whisper huskily in your ear, “Now…how scandalous do you think it would be if I swept you into my arms right now and carried you to our bedchambers to consummate our marriage?” You looked at him with a mix of amusement and mortification, trying to discern how serious he was being. “I think we would be unable to show our face in court for nigh a moon’s turn.” 

Aemond sighed mournfully, “A shame then….that I do not much care for that.” With that, he scooped you up into his arms, grinning wolfishly at your shriek of surprise and the bemused and intrigued looks the rest of the court was giving the both of you. “Please, continue to enjoy the feast, my lords and ladies. Tonight, I wish to express to my lady wife how elated I am at our union.” You heard Prince Aegon whistle at Aemond’s antics, and you buried your face in Aemond’s chest, unable to face the crowd as he carried you out the throne room. When the both of you reached your bedchambers, Aemond set you down gently, and smiled, “Was that too much?” 

“Very much so,” you admitted, feeling your face burn. Aemond found it rather adorable that you were so embarrassed. “I do not think I can face anybody in court for the next few weeks.” Aemond laughed, sweeping you into an embrace and kissing you on the forehead, “Worry not, my love. If things go as planned…I can assure you you will not be leaving our bedchambers for a moon’s turn.” 

You gaped, a little awestruck at your husband’s newfound boldness. He seemed to have transformed greatly from the shy, yet affectionate prince you had been spending your time with, into a confident, and evidently starved man, who was scanning you with such a greedy gleam in his lone violet eye that made a strange heat flare in your abdomen. His hands on your waist, he leaned in to whisper to you, “I trust you know what that entails?” You nodded slightly, not trusting yourself to speak at the moment, gazing up at his eye, which was clouded over in reverence and lust. “Good,” he whispered, “Now, would you allow your husband to unlace your bodice and help you out of your gown?” You nodded meekly. He smiled tenderly at you, turning you around and getting to work undoing your laces. You gasped when you felt your husband plant a kiss onto your exposed neck. “Are you nervous, my love?” Aemond asked sweetly, finally loosening the last laces of your dress.

“Yes…” you murmured softly, feeling anxiety begin to build in you as Aemond began to tug off your gown. “I’ve…I’ve never…” 

Aemond turned you around to face him again, your bodice hanging around your waist by now, and his breathing was growing more erratic by the second. But his expression was loving as he said, “I know, my love. I know. I don’t want you to worry, all you need to do is lay there and allow me to give you your pleasure. Is that alright?” “But I wish to please you too,” you protested softly. Aemond took your hand in his and planted a kiss to the back of it, his gaze never leaving yours. “To be able to bring you pleasure is the greatest satisfaction I could ever want for, my love. Now…” He finally undresses you, making quick work of your smallclothes. 

The first sight of your bare form has him questioning if he had truly died and went to heaven. You were the most marvellous sight he had ever laid eyes upon: your skin smooth and glowing in the firelight, your gait shy, legs pressed together to hide the growing arousal he had no doubt was pooling between your thighs. “Oh, my love…” 

“Why? Is there something wrong?” you ask worriedly. Aemond shook his head, cupping your cheeks softly. “On the contrary, nothing has felt more right.” He directed you to sit on the bed, and you watched, riveted as he began to undress himself, his eye never leaving your face. He wanted to savour every single expression that graced your features tonight. When he had stripped himself off his doublet and smallclothes, you couldn’t help but admire the sight before you. He was majestic, his frame lithe and muscled. You let out a small gasp when you saw some scars littering his abdomen, tracing your fingers over them. His affectionate gaze followed you as you did. “How did you get these?” you asked quietly, looking up at your husband again. He smiled, threading a hand through your hair, “Just some scars from training at arms, my love. I wasn’t quite as proficient with the sword when I was younger, you know.” You continued tracing over them gently, almost reverently. “Do you…think they’re ugly?” Aemond asked quietly. You shook your head fervently, which made Aemond feel relieved. “Of course not, my love! Like my father likes to say, all scars tell of a story of failure, and how you managed to overcome them.” Aemond looked bemused, “Well, your father was very wise.” Aemond gently pushed your hands away, hands moving to his belt. “But enough of this talk, I think I’m neglecting the main purpose of the night: which is to lavish upon my beautiful wife all the attention she rightfully deserves.” 

You opened your mouth to protest, but you soon felt your mouth running dry as Aemond undid his belt and shucked off his pants. You had seen an illustration of a man’s…cock several times, when you had the misfortune of stumbling upon a copy of ‘A Caution for Young Girls’ and several rather raunchy books by Grand Maester Elysar. But that all seemed like child’s play compared to the man before you. “Aemond, I…” you shut your mouth for fear of blurting out something that was very indecent, although from your state of undress, decency was the furthest thing from your mind now. 

Aemond chuckled, bringing a hand to stroke your cheek gently. “Are you impressed by what you see, ñuha jorrāelagon?” Aemond asked teasingly. “Nuha jorrāelagon?” you wrinkled your forehead in a most adorable display. “It means my love in High Valyrian. I think that’s more unique than simply calling you my love in the Common Tongue. You deserve nothing but the most special things, after all. Which is why-” Your eyes widened as Aemond got onto his knees before you, grinning up at you mischievously. “I plan to make this the most memorable wedding night in history.” 

“I-” you were cut off as Aemond began lavishing kisses on your breasts and chest, fingers nimbly flicking at your sensitive nipples. “Oh, Aemond!” you cried out, as his mouth replaced his fingers, gripping tightly onto his shoulders. “Mmm, and here I thought I would never hear a sweeter sound from your lips,” Aemond hummed gently against your skin, the sensation nearly driving you crazy. “Keep them coming, ñuha jorrāelagon.” 

You gasped as you felt Aemond gently prying your legs apart, exposing your soaked cunny to him. Within a heartbeat, his fingers grazed over your cunt, making you cry out and arch your back. “My love-” You were interrupted by the sensation of Aemond inserting a finger inside of you, while his hot mouth was still sucking at your erect nipples. Your husband was a fan of interrupting you, it seems. “How does that feel, ñuha jorrāelagon?” Aemond asked in a sultry tone. “Good?” 

“Yes, so good. So, so good,” you moaned out, nails digging into Aemond’s shoulder as he added a second finger and began pumping a little faster, encouraged by how wet your cunt was becoming for him. He grinned devilishly, moving his mouth from your nipples to your neck. You let out another cry as you felt Aemond’s teeth sink into the soft flesh just above your collarbone, before immediately soothing it over with his tongue. Aemond let out a groan as he felt you becoming even wetter as he left love bites across your neck, he didn’t even know it was possible for him to get even more turned on by how aroused you were getting from the pain. His cock was growing even more painfully hard by the second, and he gritted his teeth, trying to will himself to calm down. ‘This night is about her pleasure,’ he told himself sternly, ‘You can have your pleasure later, when she is satisfied first.’ 

You let out a whine as you felt Aemond remove his fingers, but a moan soon replaced whatever complaints you had when Aemond latched his tongue onto your cunt, licking and slurping at your juices like a starved man. Digging your fingers into Aemond’s shoulder, you felt an unfamiliar sensation begin building in your stomach as Aemond’s tongue began flicking and sucking at your clit, making you squirm. Aemond kept one firm hand on your thigh, while the other wandered up to play with your breasts. “Aemond…Aemond!” you cried out as you felt your “peak” (Coryanne Wylde had described that in A Caution For Young Girls) hit you, making your orgasm gush out all over Aemond’s tongue. Aemond groaned, feeling his cock become painfully hard as he watched you climax right before him. He continued devouring your cunt, determined to make you orgasm again. The taste of you was just too sweet that he had to have you come undone on his tongue again. You moaned and cried out, writhing as you felt the sensation building up in your stomach again. Your second peak came much sooner this time, in part due to how sensitive your clit was. Aemond dutifully lapped up every last drop of your juices, sucking at your clit before withdrawing and wiping his mouth with a grin. You looked completely blissed out, if not a bit lost as to what had happened. “Are you alright, ñuha jorrāelagon?” Aemond asked softly, hands caressing your thighs. You nodded shyly, and Aemond smirked. “Good.” 

You yelped as Aemond pushed you onto the bed, your back hitting the sheets with a soft thump. The cool silk sheets were a welcome contrast to your burning skin, as Aemond grabbed your legs and hooked them around his waist. He leaned down to capture your lips with his, his kiss nothing like the chaste ones you had shared before. This kiss was messy, filled with lustful need, as he eagerly delved into your mouth with his tongue, fighting the urge to smirk when he heard you moan helplessly into his mouth at the pleasure. And it was about to get better for you, and for him as well. 

You were breathing heavily as Aemond finally broke your intense kiss, looking up at your husband like he was a god. You noticed a hungry gleam in his eye as he leaned in to whisper, “This might hurt a bit, ñuha jorrāelagon. But I swear, the pleasure will overtake the pain soon enough. Do you trust me?” 

You gulped, but you tried to put on a brave face as you replied,  “I trust you, my love..” Aemond bent down to kiss you sweetly. “Thank you, ñuha jorrāelagon. Just hold on to me, alright?” 

Your brows furrowed, but you squeezed your eyes shut in pain at the next moment, when you felt your husband’s cock slip between your folds and inside you. You cried out, the discomfort jarring you as he gradually sunk into you, letting you get used to his huge size. Aemond stroked your cheek softly, kissing away the tears that had formed at your eyes. “It’s alright, ñuha jorrāelagon. It will get better, I promise.” And he was right, you felt the pain ebb away slowly, replaced by a yearning for Aemond to move inside of you. “Aemond,” you whispered, “Husband. Could you move, please?” 

Aemond smiled tenderly at you. “With pleasure, ābrazȳrys.” He slowly rolled his hips, and you felt your eyes flutter shut with pleasure. “Oh…feels so good, my love.” Aemond chuckled softly, moving in and out of you in a leisurely pace, enjoying the sight before him. “I’m glad to hear that, ñuha jorrāelagon. I’m going to pick up the pace now, is that alright?” You nodded, desperate to relieve the ache you felt. Aemond kissed you on the nose, before speeding up, causing your eyes to roll back. “Seven hells,” Aemond swore, panting a little, “You’re so tight for me. So perfect.” You moaned at his words, feeling a hot wave of shame, but also arousal wash over you. His words were so filthy…but you wanted to hear more of it. Aemond moved even faster, his own pleasure overtaking whatever rational thought he had about taking it slow. You whimpered when you felt him hit a spongy spot, tightening your grip on his shoulder at how deep he was going. 

“I love you so much, you know,” Aemond panted out, his silver hair now in disarray and his forehead beaded with sweat as he thrusted inside you. “More than anything in the world. I never thought it was possible for me to love someone to this extent, but you…with you, everything feels possible. I would move mountains for you, ñuha jorrāelagon.” You bit your lip, touched by his words. Moving your hand to the strap of his eyepatch, you murmured, “May I?” Aemond swallowed, feeling reluctant for you to see his actual face, to see the ugly scar that tormented him constantly. But you seemed so genuine, so earnest, that he could only nod stiffly. You pulled it off, setting the eyepatch aside, and ran your finger gently on his scar. You beheld the sight of his sapphire eye without much fear, or disgust, both reactions that Aemond had been fearing, and he let out a sigh of relief, leaning down to kiss you again, before trailing his lips onto your neck and collarbone. 

“You are truly wondrous, ñuha jorrāelagon, do you know that? You make me want to learn every little thing about you…all your likes, your dislikes, what makes you beam and what makes you tick…I just want to never stop learning about you.” Aemond whispered against your skin. “No other books in the world, both known and unknown, could measure up to the enchanting goddess that is you, ñuha jorrāelagon. I love you, so much.” 

You moaned softly, moving to tug at Aemond’s hair as he left more love bites on your neck. “I love you too, Aemond. From now, till the end of our days. You are the sun in my universe. No, more than that. You are my moon, my light, my reason to keep breathing. You are everything to me.” 

Aemond groaned softly, feeling his own release getting closer as he listened to your declaration of love. He leaned his forehead against yours, breathing heavily, “Thank you, ñuha jorrāelagon. Thank you for not turning away from me. For loving me. For not seeing me as lesser than.” You tilted your head upwards to give him a tender smooch on the lips. “You never need to thank me for loving you, Aemond. You are deserving of it. And I promise to show you all the love that you deserve throughout our marriage.” And that was the final straw for Aemond. With a throaty moan, he spilled inside of you, feeling your walls clench around him as he did. You followed shortly after, reaching your third climax of the night as you arched your back in pleasure. Aemond continued thrusting inside you, letting you ride out your peak, as he kissed you fervently. You tangled your hands in his hair, moaning into his mouth. After a while, Aemond finally ceased moving in you, pulling out of you. He broke your kiss and pecked you on the forehead, “Wait here, ñuha jorrāelagon.” You watched, confused, as Aemond disappeared, returning with a wet cloth. He sat next to you, cleaning up the mess of fluids on your thighs, where you noticed a small spot of blood on the sheets. ‘My maidenhood,’ you thought, chewing on your bottom lip. ‘It seems I am well and truly a woman now.’ You watched with wide eyes as Aemond kissed up your thighs softly, before pushing his fingers inside your cunny again, causing you to gasp out. “It’s to make sure my seed isn’t wasted, ñuha jorrāelagon,” Aemond explained, stroking your skin softly. “I hope that it’ll get you with child a little sooner.” 

You felt your cheeks flush as he planted a final kiss over your cunt, smirking as he murmured, “I would like nothing more than to see your belly swell with my child, ñuha jorrāelagon. I am sure that you would be a wonderful mother.” 

He then disposed of the cloth, settling next to you on the bed comfortably and taking you into his embrace. “Did I hurt you anywhere, ñuha jorrāelagon?” Aemond asked you with a concerned look on his face. You smiled reassuringly, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’m alright. You didn’t hurt me anywhere.” “I’m glad,” he smiled, before his expression turned coy. “And was everything to your satisfaction, ñuha jorrāelagon?” You laughed, “It was everything the romance novels promised.” That answer pleased him, and he swept you into another kiss, his thumb swiping across your cheekbones. 

‘And so, Prince Aemond of House Targaryen took Lady Y/N of House Y/H/N to bride in 126 AC, and all who witnessed their nuptials agreed that the match was well made, indeed. Prince Aemond and Lady Y/N’s union would prove to be both happy and fruitful, bringing forth five children: three sons and two daughters.’ 

-from the chronicles of Fire and Blood, on the reign of Viserys the Peaceful, written by Archmaester Gyldayn.

translations: ābrazȳrys - wife, ñuha jorrāelagon - my love 

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A/N: And that’s part 2! I hope the people who requested for one are happy with this haha 💗 I’m also thinking if I should turn this into a domestic fluff Aemond series lol, what do you guys think? If you’ve gotten this far, thank you for reading! If you liked this one shot, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated xxx

[obey-me-hoe]

Every single time I listen to Passion this is what I imagine is happening:

The song starts with MC standing in the middle of a ballroom all dressed up

Suddenly they hear a breathy sound in their ear (like in the song) and feel someone pressing into their back (it's either Satan or Lucifer)

MC turns their head to look back to see Satan or Lucifer is standing behind them wrapping an arm around their waist and sliding their other hand into MC's

Suddenly they hear another breathy sound in their other ear

MC snaps their head back around to see Satan or Lucifer (whichever one isn't behind MC) pressed up close against their chest

He wraps an arm around MC's waist and wraps his other hand around the same hand his brother is currently holding so MC's hand is sandwiched between them

Suddenly both brothers straighten up and MC notices they have them in a ballroom dance type hold (one brother on each side so MC is sandwiched between them) (MC has their free hand on the shoulder of whoever is in front)

They both start moving across the dance floor in sync guiding MC along

Suddenly Lucifer pulls MC away so it's just them two dancing together (this happens when it's just Lucifer singing)

While Lucifer spins MC, Satan takes the chance to steal back MC so it's just them dancing (this is when it's just Satan singing)

They keep stealing MC back and forth all while continuing to dance around the ballroom

Since they are switching so quickly sometimes they're holding MC from behind instead of in front like they usually would when ballroom dancing

During the parts of the song where both brothers are singing together they are in a hold like how they were at the beginning (MC sandwiched between them but they switch between who's in front and who's in back depending on who was in control when the other jumped in with them)

The parts of the song where they stretch out their words (I forget what that's called) is when they dip MC together

Imagine getting dipped by both Satan AND Lucifer at the same time while they look at you like you're the love of their (very long) lives 🥹

When they say "...te teeeee" they spin MC around twice (fast) then lean into a dip

Basically MC is getting tossed around the dance floor and is definitely gonna get dizzy because they switch who's turn it is a lot

They both want MC all to themselves and might get a little aggressive (not on purpose) when bringing MC back into hold with them (they just wanna be as close to MC as possible 🥺)

Also they're singing this song to you the entire time for extra effect

I hope y'all see my vision! I'm bad at explaining it but it looks so beautiful in my head 😭

I'm short (5'3) so the whole time it's basically just Satan and Lucifer putting their tiddies in my face bc they're so tall and so close to me 🤭

I listened to this song on repeat while writing this. Honestly it's one of my favorite (if not my favorite) songs

IF ANYONE WANTS TO DRAW THIS PLEASE DO AND TAG ME BC I WOULD LOVE TO SEE MY VISION COME TO LIFE

I'm not good enough at drawing yet to do it myself 😭

[roo-bastmoon]

Fanservice Couple Sucks at Fanservicing

Hmmm.

Jimin's Album: Here's a super secret hidden song "for the fans" with lyrics that mimic things Jimin said before specifically about Jungkook, with Jungkook providing background vocals that were never discussed when marketing the album, and listeners have to wait through dead air to get to hear the song and shine a light on the invisible lyrics engraved in the album and it's not uploaded onto Spotify or for digital sale because.... fanservice.

Jimin's Documentary: Here's less than two minutes of footage of Jungkook singing Letter; the film cuts away from Jikook's hug and doesn't interview Jungkook about it at all, and practically his entire face is covered when he's singing it; also, the paper he's holding is shaking like a leaf, unlike earlier in the day when he was recording for the World Cup, which was the biggest solo performance of his career at that time, because.... fanservice.

Jimin's Live Reaction: Here's Jimin lighting up like a Christmas tree when Jungkook quietly sneaks in the room to watch his live recording before going home; now watch as they awkwardly interact for two minutes--including a tiddy grab and butt smacking, on top of "I love you" and "have fun with ARMY!" but notice Jimin sends Jungkook away, instead of letting him mic up and sit on the chair and react with him, because... fanservice.

Jimin's Commentary: Here's Team Jimin reacting to every remote detail of the making of the documentary, except when it comes to Letter, in which case no one breathes the name Jungkook and he is never heard nor appears on screen, because... fanservice. gosh that sure is odd.

The fanservice isn't fanservicing.

It's almost how like, in their real lives when they aren't working, Jungkook watched all of Jimin's content, or Jungkook mumbled about how Jimin moved his lamp or mentioned Jimin kept coming up to him to say "periri," or how Jimin traveled to NYC and CT for Jungkook's debut and they filmed something but all Jungkook would say about it is "Yeah, he's in.... New York," and then Jimin posted a shirtless picture on Jungkook's birthday but never spoke on it, or how both Jimin and Jungkook just happened to find time to watch the same random anime, or how they went to Jeju together but we wouldn't have known if Tae hadn't posted photos, or how it is heavily implied that they spent Chuseok together based on the whale drawing that Jimin posted and the way Jungkook was quick to tell us that Jimin drew half of it.

Golly gosh, for a Fanservice Couple, it's almost like a bunch of stuff isn't being shared with us on purpose. But why?

Doxxed info? Tampered mail? Death threats? Press scandals? Global debut? Conservative homophobia? Military service?

Who knows, but "lack of genuine closeness" doesn't seem to be the driving reason.

I'm not gonna sit here and scream conspiracy theories about a "private couple." Jimin lives like a hermit much of the time and Jungkook is running around with his same-age friends quite a bit these days.

So as I always say--I cannot tell you that Jikook are dating. I can only tell you we have solid evidence of unique, charged chemistry between them--and tons of hints that they spend more time together than they let us in on. That's it. If there's more, we aren't getting to see it.

And I don't blame anyone who takes the stance "I'll believe it when I see it." I think a fair amount of skepticism and a dedication to the just the facts is a healthy mindset.

But it really makes my teeth itch when Jikook are accused of doing fanservice for the cameras, cause...

Where the hell is all my fanservice?? *grabby hands* WHERE?

Why is it that even TWO SECONDS of them interacting is so charged and fraught that it gets the entire fandom frothing at the mouth?

Jikook DO spend time together but they aren't running onto WeVerse to share it with us all the time, ya know? It leeks out little by little. And that makes it even MORE suspicious than just two bros hanging out in broville doing bro things.

In summary: This Fanservice Couple *sucks* at fanservice in solo era for sure.

[getodrools]

UR TAKE ON NCEL CHOSO URE SO REAL he just seems like the perfect type of person to be brainwashed down the incel road.. plus the whining in the dialogue you added?? HAD ME WHIMPERING TOO. plus the breathy “ask gojo to buy you more” CHEFS KISS ! but if you have no ideas on what to write for him i have PLENTYYY

coughs EMO INCEL CHOSO coughs

im just saying itd be kinda hot for a loser like him ESPECIALLY as an emo boy to have his first time with a bimbo big tiddy reader and him not knowing what to do and the reader is js so ditzy it makes him freak out n get so carried away 😻😻😻 he probably doesnt even know what pulling out is .. plus who doesnt love an emo loser (thats prolly a perv)

but yk its js a thought… i think this ask is too long for a request but if u wanna get carried away i VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE !!! (in the art of fangirling)

— pearl anon <3

EMO CHOSO ??! alright now we're talking. ‘cause the contrast of ur pink and girly lifestyle filled with actual love and little to no brains… is perfect for him ! ! he could easily fill that stupid, empty little head up with his own thoughts— EEK!

he just likes how ur the brightest, cutest… pure thing to ever step into his room. which is absolutely sickening… for MULTIPLE reasons ! ! mysterious liquid, laundry loaded up �� so is his small garbage can with wrappers and monster cans, even the unknown polaroids of u jammed in his desk doesn't top the filth…

just being a clutz MAKES HIM NERVOUS cause he's also fumbling around but in a wreck of shocked nerves :(( all that blood is only going straight to his dick; he can't focus while ur crawling all over him, kissing and touching him in places he thought his own slimy hands would only make best friends with ;((... i like to think, when he's groping u back, he's a little shakey. like, mouth wide and watching u SO CLOSE either to smell all the pants u breathe out or to see if u still even like him touching you… he gets so nervous if u’d back away he wouldn't know what to do, maybe he'd get really upset… gaslight, and manipulate u to draw u back in… too stupid anyways but that's down another whole road and deeper into his incel behavior >.<

emo choso deff has black, chipped nails too ! ! he only notices that urs are pink when u reach down to grab at his hand – which is working into ur pretty cunt and squeezing at fleshy tits ! — or either squeezing at ur throat ‘cause he hates and loves u ( more incel behavior sob ),,, he just can't accept someone like u is actually fond of him. not to just make fun or trick him :( but a pretty girl he'd usually sulk about in the corner of his room late at night, just scrolling and scrolling and— actually liking him let alone touching his dick is a DREAM !

choso gets embarrassed and he'd cum too quickly before u could even pull him out his damn drawls... but when he's springing back up, he can't help but embarrassingly whimper– ur working hands are just so warm and gentle compared to his ! ! he wouldn't be able to warn u either when he's about to cum AGAIN… just lodging all of his sticky goo down ur throat, some even flying out in arcs when u’d gag and pop him out, yet he'd try and push ur head back down, desperate and unknowingly… even ruining freshly done lashes while he's at it ! !… sigh…

[damnfandomproblems]

Response to 4867: Funny, because I’ve seen the most fangirls hyper sexualize a male character just as much as men hyper sexualize female characters, if not do it 10 times more than the men.

Like… Resident Evil was literally trending because of a naked Leon mod at one point. I’m not kidding.

I also never venture into Baldur’s Gate stuff, but I have seen so much sexualized fanart of that one white haired vampire dude quite a lot both on here and on Twitter. Mostly on Twitter.

Do I also need to explain My Hero Academia’s most rabid fangirls when it comes to certain male characters?

But nope, it’s literally being a “gooner” a “porn addict,” a “grifter bro,” or an “incel” if a male gamer wants to see some bouncing tiddies.

I am a bisexual woman. For me, I want to see a sexualized female character AND a sexualized male character, because that is the true equality right there. And why give just the straight men the credit of wanting or making fictional hot women? We got artists like Sakimichan out there who love drawing hot women and there are female gamers that play hentai games. Why you guys excluding us ladies?

Jokes aside, while there are some weird men that throw a fit and don’t want to play a game because of the lack of titty, we can’t just generalize men in gaming like that. Just like how I and others wouldn’t lump in the reasonable fangirls of a certain male character with the toxic fangirls that attack people for shipping said male character with a female character, because that’s an unfair generalization.

Plus, most of the time when people talk about Stellar Blade’s censorship and argue back and forth, sometimes it’s about insulting men mostly whenever they get backed into a corner or their hypocrisy is called out.

There are also men who are straight but don’t fold like clean laundry as soon as they see a fictional hot woman or asexual but just do not care about how hot the girl in Stellar Blade looks and are there just for the gameplay and/or story. I’ve also seen a gay man express his interest in the game too.

Posting since this is a response to a previous problem.

[fuckyeahpedropascal]

Hi, I hope you're doing well! Just wondering if you're able to do a post/poll/comparison/analysis - let's call it a scientific study - of Pedro's broad shoulder in proportion to his tiny waist? (and maybe also his cute, um, bottom?)

As always, thank you so much for all you do for the Pedro fandom! 💖

This ask is literally 8 months old, I’m so sorry sweet anon 😭 I kept putting it off because I felt like I couldn’t do your ask justice. I still think I can do a much better job than this, but since it’s Boxing Day, I thought I’d leave this naked man under all of your trees.

Please forgive the half-assed analysis because my mind doesn’t work in the face of such broadness 🫠 And of course, we can only use half-naked pics because we need clear references for science.

Let's talk overall broadness first. This man majorly beefed up in between Nikita (2013) and the first season of Narcos (2015). I was going to use 3:5 cropping for both gifs, but I literally couldn't fit all of Javier in that frame. That's how bloody broad this man had gotten.

Can we admire the corded muscles running down Javier's side for a second? Look at the lines. Look at them. He is significantly thicker and more sculpted compared to Liam, he definitely put his hours in the gym in those couple of years.

Skipping forward to the next time we see this man half-naked on screen in TUWOMT in 2022, he has clearly gotten even broader horizontally and also filled out in thickness. The shoulders are bigger, and look at those tiddies pecs practically leaping off the screen, and that soft belly. They knew what they were doing not giving us a full frontal shot of Javi G - he's a danger to ovaries everywhere.

Now let's move on to shoulder-to-waist ratio. Compared to Liam, Javier has a more pronounced dip in the waist thanks to the broader shoulders and the tiny little waist that stayed tiny. If you draw lines connecting shoulders to waist, Liam is more boxy and Javier is more of a trapezium.

While we don't see Javi G stand up fully, that shoulder-to-waist ratio is clearly still there, even if he is broader on both ends overall. That slutty nip in the waist is still very much present.

Ok that's all the analysis my turkey-fogged brain is capable of right now. This is such a broad topic (tehehe), consider this a prelude of sorts. I'm sure I'll be doing more of a deep dive one day, because we haven't even gotten to that little tush yet.

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[aliensandanxiety]

Take your time in making art and dont rush yourself, but could we see Polnareff and Avdol in the pirates and mers AU? ❤️

Your wish is my command ✨️✨️

Some genius in my askbox who sadly chose to remain anonymous suggested Magician's Red as a parrot and it was impossible not to do it. Whoever you are, I love you.

They are old Joseph's crew on the Stardust Crusader. Polna needs his big ol' tiddies out for the world to see.

Also never feel like you're rushing me, I'm a quick drawer, not a detailed one haha! I get to any ask that piques my interest when I have free time and when I'm not colouring them, I can throw out pen sketches pretty fast.

Also my first time drawing Polnareff or Avdol so that was nice to do.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Alternative entertainment

AN: *Puts up hands defensively* I promise I don't just have Hyunjin in my drafts. This was just next on the list. Actually, it was a Chris fic, but it was getting too frustrating, so it was either delete it out of resentment or jump to the next one. Thus, we're here. My biases aside, I do think Hyunjin would really be into nipple piercings. This is also me pushing my tiddie enthusiast! Hyunjin agenda lol.

Synopsis: A movie night with the guy you've been seeing takes a turn you don't anticipate. Not that you're upset in the slightest.

General tags: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem! Reader, they're dating but, not in a relationship (yet), Reader has her nipples pierced and Hyunjin's really into it.

Smut tags: hair pulling (m. receiving), dirty talk, nipple play (f. receiving), a handjob (m. receiving), Hyunjin cums on Reader's stomach and cum eating.

Word count: 3001 (why the fuck is this this long 😭💀 this was supposed to be a fun little like 1k drabble)

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

Your heart hammers against your ribcage as you knock on Hyunjin's front door. It's fine. It's just a movie night. It's just the first time you've ever been to his apartment. It's not a big deal in the slightest and, you severely need to chill the fuck out.

All of these mantras suddenly are nowhere to be found when said door swings open and your date's shy smile greets you. He's just wearing a simple, white shirt and some grey sweats and, it's all enough to make you feel as though your tongue weighs a tonne.

"Hi," he greets you, one of his dimples poking out. Oh god, you need to calm down. You don't need to give Minho more fuel for his 'you have it bad' teasing. Though he might not be wrong.

"Hey," you respond, pulling him into a hug once his door shuts behind you and his arms around your waist boil your blood in a way a hug really shouldn't.

"I have some snacks and drinks laid out on my coffee table," he says, "I wasn't sure what you'd like but, I tried my best and there's a pretty wide spread," the way he rubs the back of his neck urges you want to kiss him. So, you do.

You lean up to kiss his soft cheek lightly, "Thank you, Hyunjin. It's all more than enough." The two of you have kissed enough that this isn't too out of left field but, from the way his ears burn pink, you'd think this was the first time your lips have ever touched him.

"You have nothing to thank me for," he mutters, but he holds your hand all the same and tugs you along to his couch. You try your best not to stare too hard at his broad shoulders and the veins that run along his arm, ending at the fingers that wrap around your own.

"I still wanted to anyways. It's sweet of you," while you are being sincere, a more private part of you enjoys how easily flustered your compliments make the beautiful man. You'd learned very early on into going out with Hyunjin that he was more shy than one would expect. Which really only endeared him to you more.

The slight flush on his face prompts you to bite back the grin that threatens to spread across your face. This is Hyunjin. You had no idea what you were so nervous about in the first place.

You're trying to focus on the movie that's playing on his screen. Really, you are. However, playing with Hyunjin's hair as you spoon him and drawing patterns on him with your other hand is infinitely more engaging. You still pipe up with comments here and there from what your mind is able to latch onto to, but you've been thoroughly distracted for a good hour now.

It's especially difficult to pay attention with his hand burning an imprint into your thigh where it's made itself quite at home. Which is pretty bold for him. You've been the one that's had to swallow down all of your shyness in every step of this....whatever this is. You held his hand first, you hugged him first, and you were the one to initiate your first kiss.

Would it be too far to nudge him to turn over and kiss you instead of focusing on the historical film unfolding on the screen?

"Hey, is everything okay? You seem a little distracted?" He shoots you a concerned look, and you can't help feeling the slightest bit guilty.

However, Minho's annoying voice chooses now to ring through your skull:

Just go for it. This guy is obviously as into you as you're into him. Stop overthinking everything. Plus, let's be real he didn't invite you over to just watch a movie.

"No, no, I'm okay," you hurry out and search for all the confidence you can find, "I think I'd just- I'd just rather do something else instead of watch this movie."

Hyunjin blinks at you, "Oh, don't you like this one? You should've told me. I don't mind watching another one if that's what you want."

You very strongly resist dragging your hand over your face in frustration.

"No, Hyunjin I-" you take the plunge and elect to let your actions speak for you instead of stumbling over your words for an embarrassing amount of time. You lay your hand atop his that rests on your thigh, intertwining your fingers before leaning towards him, leaving ample room for him to stop you or move away.

You catch surprise in his face for a moment, but, to everyone's shock (except his probably), he closes the gap. His kiss is slow and so tender that it causes your heart to ache in your chest. His hand grips your tighter when you kiss him back just as tenderly. Unintentionally clenching your other hand that you completely forgot was in his hair.

He whimpers into your mouth, and you've never understood the desire to devour someone whole until now. He looks like he wants to run and hide or apologise to you for some godforsaken reason. You don't let him. Choosing instead to lick into his mouth and, moaning into him when your tongues come into contact with one another. Tugging on his hair to inspire more of those gorgeous noises of his.

The two of you separate to catch your breaths momentarily. Lidded eyes meeting each other with the sounds of your laboured breathing and the television droning on in the background being the only ones your brain registers.

"I'd much rather do this than watch a movie, yeah," he jokes, his stupidly plump lips spreading into a small smile when you laugh in response to him. "Same," you retort, massaging his scalp and delighting in the way his eyes flutter and he hums in appreciation. You're not sure who resumes the kissing but, you don't think it matters all that much in the grand scheme of things.

Speaking of things that largely don't matter, you somehow find yourself rolled onto your back. Clutching at those same shoulders you were trying (and failing miserably) at not staring at earlier. You've lost track of time of how long you've been kissing him, a different film playing on his screen while his hand toys with the ends of your hair.

"Can I touch you?" He whispers so quietly into your skin that you nearly miss it, but your muddled brain manages to catch it nonetheless. He must read your stilling in surprise as a negative because he looks like he's about to spill out a slew of apologies, but you stop him before he can fully spiral, "Yes, please," you whimper, dragging one of his large hands to rest on your ribcage.

The flush on his face is so adorable, and that prompts you to pull him down for another bruising kiss. Your tongue snakes into his mouth as he hesitantly shifts his hand higher and squeezes your breast gently. The pressure, while minimal, is pleasant. Only serving to add to the slickness that's collected at the apex of your thighs. You cling to him even more and moan into his sinful mouth, arching into his touch. For all his reservations, Hyunjin is a phenomenal kisser, and you allow your mind to wonder whether he'd be this talented with his mouth between your thighs.

"What's that?" He mutters against your mouth, giving your breast another, much heavier squeeze and running his thumb over your nipple. The sensation sends electricity through your body, and your hips grind against the thigh that's been slotted between your own. His name leaving you in a choked whimper. His face pinches in confusion, still trying to understand what the bumps he felt were while his cock twitches in his boxers from the way you grind on him.

"What's what?" You belatedly respond once you are able to adequately find the words. "This," he reiterates, dragging his thumb over your sensitive nipple again. You try to hardest not focus on his question this time around, "Oh, that's my piercing."

"Piercing?"

"Yeah, my nipples are pierced."

That stops his hands on you.

The fog in your mind dissipates a little when you notice he's stopped, his expression unreadable. Oh. Is he not into that? God, this is going to be so fucking awkward. It was just going so well too-

"If it's not," he clears his throat, his voice having dropped significantly, "if it's okay, can I see?" He asks, and when he looks at you like that, how could you ever dream of saying no to him?

"Sure," you respond, gathering all of your resolve as you tug your shirt up until your breasts are exposed in the open air of his living room. Hyunjin just stares. He stares and stares and stares and keeps staring until it likely hits him that's maybe he's staring a little too long while you're left to stew in your thoughts.

"Fuck, I'm sorry they're just," he grapples with his words, "They're beautiful. You're beautiful."

Would it be soon to admit that you're a little bit in love with him?

Shoving that insane thought aside, you smile up at him shyly, butterflies turning into dragons in your stomach as you watch him flush darker, "Thank you, Jinnie."

"You're welcome," he mumbles, sneaking shy glances at your chest as though you didn't tug up your shirt for him to gain a proper look at them, "I didn't know you had them pierced."

"Oh, I thought you noticed since I haven't worn a bra for like half of our dates. Maybe they're not as noticeable as I thought."

"I uh I try not to stare at your," you probably shouldn't find his floundering as amusing as you do, "y'know."

You choose then to cup his handsome face in your hands, giggling internally at the way his pouty lips form into a little o as you squish his cheeks in your hold, "Such a gentleman," you mutter before pulling him towards you for another passionate kiss that is more tongue and spit than anything else. His hands ghost over your breasts, not quite touching them, but the lingering is enough to pull whimpers from you and cause you to squirm against his solid thigh.

"Touch me, Jinnie. Please touch me," you're past the point of pretending to feel embarrassed.

His hands are on you in an instant. A mumbled 'fuck' swallowed by your eager mouth as he massages them in his hold. Experimenting with various pressures and squeezes and dragging his thumb along your hardened nipples until you're panting against him and tugging on his dark hair. Your hips jolt up into him when he tugs on them lightly, your panties starting to stick to you in a way that is a little uncomfortable, but you're too preoccupied to genuinely care.

"Yes, like that, Jinnie," you moan when he pinches them a little harder. His erection is hot and heavy against your thigh even through your respective layers of clothing as he shallowly grinds against you in search of any kind of relief. Your kissing has turned into little better than mutual moaning as you touch and feel and squeeze and tug. Hands gradually learning what the other enjoys. Drawing gasps and whimpers from one another.

"You're so fucking hot," he groans throatily into your neck with a particularly hard squeeze to one of your breasts and a drawn out rut against your thigh, "So sexy. Can't believe I get to have you like this. Such soft and pretty tits," he practically moans as he fiddles with one of your piercings. Your back bows into him, your pitchy whines echoing throughout his living room, "And your piercings? Fuck. As if your tits couldn't get any better," he grits out.

You suppose you can add this to the laundry list of pros of getting your nipples pierced.

"Hyunjin-Jinnie, you're so-" your words end in a strangled gasp as when his mouth attaches itself to your throat. Lavishing it with scorching licks and open-mouthed kisses as his nimble fingers continue to pinch and tug your sensitive nubs. A shiver coursing through your body when his teeth ghost over your pulse point. "Is it okay if I touch you too?" You ask in a rush as your fingers ghost over the hem of his shirt, "Please, Jinnie I need-"

"Fuck. Yeah. Yes, you can," and like that, your hands make immediate contact with his firm, warm abdomen. His muscles jump beneath your touch with every curious brush of your fingertips. He let's out shuddering breaths into your skin as your fingers familiarise themselves with as much of him as you can. With only some trepidation, you palm him over his sweats, and the length you feel causes your walls to clench hard around nothing. A dull ache settling between your thighs.

He whines. Full-on whines against you as you slowly drag your hand over him, his ears tinging red, and his blush drifts below the neckline of his shirt. His hips shallowly grind into your hand, his grip on your breasts grower harsher. Your established rhythm is interrupted when he litters kisses along your collarbone. Your breath hitching when he reaches your breasts, gingerly kissing the tops of them as he continues to ground his hips into your hand.

"So pretty," you don't think he means to say that out loud, but the compliment heats your molten blood all the same.

Not one to slack, your hand shifts to the waistband of his sweats. Sensing no signs of reservation on his part, you bite the bullet and slip it into his boxers. He nearly bites down on you when your hand wraps around him. God, he's so scorching and slick. The very real weight of him in your palm worsening the once dull throbbing of your pussy. Your fingers can't quite wrap around him but, that doesn't stop you. You stroke him leisurely, his moans being muffled into your skin and his hold on you tightening.

He groans in frustration before using one of his hands to tug his boxers and sweats down his thighs. His cock finally being free from its confines. Seeing it is significantly worse than just feeling it in your hand. Of fucking course his dick would be just as pretty as he is. Of course.

He snaps you out of your daze with a whine and a snap of his lithe hips. His red head leaking with pre-cum as he fucks your fist. There are a few veins you catch that run along his length, and you wonder what kinds of sounds he'd make for you if you were to trace them with your tongue.

They'd probably sound as exhilarating as the ones he's heaving into your breasts now.

You're too preoccupied with dragging your hand along his cock to notice the contemplative pinch to his brows. Thus, you're taken by surprise when his warm, wet mouth envelopes one of your nipples while his other hand is content to knead and toy with your other breast again. Soft gasps from you this time accompany the slick sounds of your hand stroking him. He curiously tugs on your piercing with his bruised lips, and the way you squirm is more than enough for him to gather that you enjoyed that. The vibrations from his groans adding to the overwhelming sensations.

You just hope you haven't soaked through your shorts by now.

His hips pick up speed while he happily continues to lap and suck your breasts. The sounds of them snapping into your hand coupled with the generous pre-cum dribbling out of his reddened tip twists and twists the knife of arousal embedded in your core.

You expected it but, you still blink up at him when he muffles a drawn out whimper into your chest and his cock pulses in your hand. Streaks of white decorating your hand and your stomach as you continue to stroke, albeit much slower than the pace you'd established. Maybe you're being a little sadistic but, the little noises he let's out as you continue to touch him are just so hot. How could you not?

His body shudders harshly above you as he rides out the remainder of his orgasm. His hand juts down to yours to stop your movements, "Too much?" you ask, and he nods against your chest. His chest still rising and falling quickly, his laboured breaths hitting your freed nipple as he tries to come back down to Earth.

"'M sorry," he mumbles while you remove your sticky hand from his softening cock. "You apologise too much," you laugh lightly, kissing the side of his head and stroking his hair with your non-cum stained hand. "What are you even saying sorry for?"

"Cumming all over you," he gestures to the few streaks on your stomach and your sullied hand.

"Oh, that? It's no big deal, Jinnie," a mischievous smile spreads across your face, "I actually think I like being covered in your cum." He watches you utterly shell-shocked as you bring your hand to your lips. His breathing coming to a stop as he laser focuses on the way you lick off his cum. It's a little salty but not unpleasant. You think you could get behind swallowing his cum on a regular basis if he'd let you.

If hadn't cum literally moments ago, he's certain watching you lap up his seed would've done it. His eyes heavy with want, and his bruised lips parted as you continue to clean up. He kisses you deeply when you're finally satisfied. Not caring in the slightest, or perhaps revelling in, that you'd just swallowed his spend.

Yeah, you should probably let your roommates know that you'd be a little late tonight. You'd just just block Minho for like a day if he was too boastful with his, 'I told you so.'

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[spicyicetea]

So… I used to play Obey me a while back, but I finally decided to get back into it. You can thank Beel, I've always loved him. I decided that I'll open up my questions to any and all obey me related content but I also have a few ideas of my own I kinda want to write anyways.  I don't remember the plot of the original game that well. I know I could just go back and go through the chapters again, but I want to experience the game properly again so am currently waiting for the damn account deletion to be done so I can replay (Finally get to do it on the 19th). In the meantime,I've decided to start playing Nightbringer, I'm currently on Lesson 12, I don't remember what level though. I'm enjoying myself, Beel has been my focus since day one but seeing Diavolo in his demon form constantly… damn… ANYWAY!

Because I don't know the story as well as I generally know the characters, I have to make significant changes to the MC in my writing as I don't know all the vague lore you get about them every now and then. However, I've decided just blanking them out is too boring. A few complaints I've seen about x reader/xMCs is that they tend to be written with little to no significant personality, which makes sense to project upon but can become bland. I try to give my MCs different personalities and decide that I'll just do the same thing here. But, like more. I have one or two draft ideas but I'm still caught between them. I know I want to have the MC be an established character rather than a husk, it makes sense to have them be so blank for a game but it can sometimes make it hard to relate to such a blank slate in writing. (For me at least). Out of the drafts I've decided to go with, my first idea, which is to keep the Human MC but not have them be from the human world in the game. I was originally considering making the MC be from the real world, but to further differentiate the game MC to the way I want to write them, they're going to be from a world that is a bit more magical. It won't be blatantly in your face in the way of being overpowered or as strong as Solomon, but the MC isn't a pushover and doesn't like being disrespected. I suppose I should introduce our MC before posting the little preview to gauge interest. 

MEET MC:

Currently she is being represented by my persona, but there is 0 description of her appearance in the actual writing, well other than basic fem descriptors, tiddie and thicc thighs because I am a whore. Now you can kinda already see some vague lore with all the hands. As I mentioned before, this MC comes from a world with magic, including angels, demons and more. The five mentioned briefly in the drawing refers to some characters that help establish her backstory and why she is in the Devildom in the first place, they won't play key roles in the story itself, unless people are interested in who they are.

Obey me! x reader (slight Yandere/possessive behaviour)

Warnings: All writing on my page is either full Yandere or somewhat Yandere, with possessive tendencies. Many may include mentions of violence, swearing and sexual imagery. MDNI. Demons trying to stake their claim over you already.

Prologue kinda

The tip of my foot tapped against the tiles as I continued to whisk the frosting in the bowl, cradled in my arms. Swaying side to side to the tune I hummed under my breath, a soft tail curling around my ankle grounding me again. I look to my side with a smile, crouching down and running my free hand through the soft cats fur.

“Hiya Jiji, are you alright?” I cooed, my cat rolling onto her back.

I close my eyes in a smile as my fingers go to scratch between her ears, but instead brush against the cold floor. With a pout I open my eyes, only to stare at an unfamiliar floor. The air feels stagnant and keeps catching in my throat, randomly appearing somewhere else armed with only a whisk and a bowl of frosting would do that to someone though. At the sound of a loud “Ahem” I slowly rose from my hunched of position.

“Who are you?” A stern voice called from behind me, clearly not happy to have a visitor.

Biting my lip nervously I turned on my heels to face them only to be met with a hoard, oh wait group is the appropriate word. Scanning over their horns and defensive posture, they must be demons… but I had never seen any demons like them back home. Speaking of home, I don’t recognise this place at all from hell when I’d visit to do business. My eyes darted to the bracelet on my wrist, the charms dangling there and not responding as I pressed on them.

“Damn it…” I muttered under my breath.

“I’ll ask again, who are you?” The voice asked again far more forcefully.

I dropped my arm back to my sides as I looked up at the demons. Upon a second glance, it was clear that three of them weren’t demons but angels, well one seems to be human but a shady one at that. Despite the suffocating anxiety settling in, I bit my lip and debated my options. Dying in a foreign hell didn’t seem too nice right about now.

‘Remember Y/N, when meeting anyone, no matter their status, act polite and formal. It has the lowest likelihood of backfiring.’ A voice echoed in my mind.

As much as I hated it when… he decided to implant thoughts in my memory, they were often useful. Heeding the voice’s advice I promptly bowed, straightening my posture as a rose again.

“My name is Y/N, I’m a human.”

“Y/N? Human? How intriguing, how is a human like you here?” The man beside the first laughed, placing a hand on the stern one’s shoulder as he spoke.

As if sharing the same thought, the all turned to the white haired human before he chuckled awkwardly and shook his head.

“Don’t look at me, this isn’t my doing, I don’t know anyone named Y/N.”

I just stood silently, watching as they devolved into bickering, the red-head who had addressed me before standing aside with another man, entertained my their squabbles. That was until I received a firm poke to my shoulder. I jolt at the sudden contact, smacking them on the cheek with the whisk still in my hand.

“Oh, can I?” The ginger asked, motioning to the bowl tucked under my arm.

I raised a bow and just held the whisk up at his face, him leaning forward and licking the frosting off, starting blankly at me before changing to a content smile and licked the rest of the frosting off of it.

“Mmm, sweet, did you make this?”

“Huh? Well, yes?”

He nodded, grabbing my shoulders and turning to face the group, his yelling grabbing their attention.

“Lucifer! We’re keeping her!”

“What?! No we’re not!”

“I think it’s an amazing idea, Lucifer! She can move into the spare room in the House of Lamentation!”

“Diavolo… yes sir.” Lucifer sighed.

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And that’s how I ended up here, sat on a bed that was apparently now mine while a demon cooed and painted my nails.

“Ah, you look so adorable Y/N-chan,” Asmodeus sang, admiring my now dry nails.

It had only been a day since I had been… given refuge in this house, and it was already exhausting. The brothers seemed to not trust me, yet clung to me whenever I went into shared living spaces. I’ve been jumped on, bit and two of the brothers even started yelling at each other when their “Y/N schedule” overlapped. It wasn’t all bad though. The brothers weren’t the only ones present at the time and the others seemed to stick around.

As Asmodeus dragged me by my arm out of the room into the library, I gulped as all eyes drew to us, their hungry stares sending shivers up my spine. As my eyes met a pair of friendly gold ones, a grin spread on Diavolo’s face, ushering me over.

“Ah, Y/N, are both of you done with your pampering? Come sit with us!” Diavolo grinned, patting his thigh.

I walk over to sit between him and Barbatos, standing waiting for an opportunity to sit down. Both of them looked at each other with a smirk, Diavolo leaning back and patting his thigh again.

“Come, what has you hesitating?” He grinned.

“Wait, you want me to… sit on-“

Diavolo leant forwards, intertwining our fingers as he pulled me towards himself, using his other hand to spin me around and sit me on his thigh. I tense up, hands shooting to sit in my lap. His hands stay on my hips, rubbing up and down my sides as he casually continued to speak to brothers.

“Lucifer, have you thought about our previous discussion?”

“Yes, my brothers and I would be more than able to monitor her at RAD.”

“Wait what?” I ask, turning back to look at Diavolo.

He just chuckled and leant forwards, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“Well, you must be here for some reason even if you’re unaware, so we’ve decided to let you stay. To help you integrate into the Devildom we’re enrolling you in RAD, the Royal Academy of Diavolo. Lucifer and his brothers will look after you during your stay, so if any problems come up, please do tell them. I don’t mind if you come visit Barbatos and I though, I can always make time for… special guests.”

His horns rubbed against the back of my neck as his grip tightened when the other brothers come into the library. Yeah… this is going to be a stressful stay.

Yay finally managed to copy past this without my tumblr having a stroke. I hope you people like this, I’m down horrendous for these men and really want an excuse to write for these characters. The relationships will build quickly and each new update will focus on a character primarily, perhaps with nsfw? Idk depends on how well you all take this. There are some characters I think would make sense to get close to first in this so I’ll make it up to y’all. As much as I want Diavolo sadly I don’t think, going down the harem route, that he’d be the first one you offically started dating, he’d probably be either after or just before Lucifer to be honest.

[pink-pearl-plain-jeans]

im srsly begging for the dialogues to be kinda repeatitive bc i kept misclicking and end up skipping the convo and now their Drama and Dragon or something is being led by Snicklefritz 😭

(spoiler?)

i also want drunk march to repeatedly ask me to sit with him and this time im also gonna join him screaminh AWOO on the top of my lung! AWOO WOO WOOOOOO!!!!

whats that abt rock olric? idgi but lets stare at them tgt all day long! can i romance you

holt, hit me with those puns again, hahaaa im giggling man. nora used to be rough on you as a kid and now you're married and you thought she was cute? fucking adorable man. couple goals.

reina, you can make a pie out of me idk what im saying girl but you make it work

barol, no notes.

eiland, just give me the entire cake actually, i was just being shy.

adaline, would you want me to fetch you another weirdly perfect square rock so you can sit on it and think? i'll do it

valen and juniper, i think you guys should kiss.

dell's right terithia, why havent we catch any shark yet? ..you used to sleep with a spear when you're a soldier, and now you use it to catch fish...,? oh.. um wow,, haha

dozy thank you for understanding me when i backed up from taking that bath :'D

henrietta how abt a day care with me? girls sleepover?

hemlock should've been single ngl he's kinda my type.

jo just kept telling me abt me and my pep steps tbh idk what she meant by that ig im happy to see you happy watching me walk

'lo aunty elsie, whats the goss this afternoon

IS ERROL AND THERATHIA HAVE SOMETHING GOING ON BETWEEN THEM WHAT DID I MISS

i dont think caldarus ever say the same thing ever?? literally his dialogue is different everyday, and if i repeat the day, he repeats it too, its not randomized? oh hey, you like the rainfall in autumn? me too brother. i'll sit with you. oh btw i made you a shrine- wanna hug? please please please ple

ryis haha you're so handsome wow. giving you a rock is going above and beyond? let me scour that mines for you. lets work on mistria tgt for the rest of our life. uncle landen, if you will?

yes, hayden, your tiddis huge. now stay still i need to draw them realistic style

celine, original flavor. i got nothing for her except that she loves flowers

idk how to approach maple im not very into roleplay. BG ROYAL DECREE I DECLARE..... that mayhaps she could run mistria one day

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY i want luc to tell me facts abt bugs AGAIN. like yes. tell me, how that bug's color is blue and who's it trying to impressed? oh you're impressed? yayyyy! bees have 5 eyes? heck yeah, that kinda freaks me out a little but you made it such a fun fact! i mean he's just so wholesome and little oh my god he's just baby