#and then you share a passionate moment and a smooch???

[novorehere]

Have I ever told you guys how much I love the animal chaos devilgram? Like hello???

[another-lost-mc]

Your First Kiss Headcanons | THE DEMON BROTHERS 2.7k words | NSFW | gn!Reader | Smutty Smooches Content warnings: Pining demons, anxiety/insecurity, mostly fluff and suggestive comments. Some cursing. Certain demons are a bit, uhh...steamier than others.

LUCIFER

The fireplace in Lucifer's private study crackles nearby. He feels warm from the flames, the bottle of Demonus you've been sharing, and your body curled against his.

A comfortable silence falls over you both, and it's natural for his gaze to seek yours. Your eyes are dark, and it's not a trick of the light when he sees your eyes dart down to his mouth.

Your face starts to move closer to his, and the only thing louder than the cursed record playing is the thrum of anticipation and desire that sets his nerves ablaze.

He's imagined this moment longer than he'll ever admit. He's been waiting for a sign that you wanted to go down this path with him, no matter where it leads. Now that he knows what you want, it's too late to turn back now.

Your hand rests on his chest and he can feel your touch through the layers between you - the clothes he wears, and the walls he’s put up to deter those unworthy of him.

He closes his eyes to savor the experience of kissing you for the first time. Your taste makes him lightheaded, and it's more irresistible than the finest vintage of Demonus.

He follows your lead at first, slotting his lips perfectly against yours and enjoying the sensation of your lips moving gently against his own.

When you put a little more heat into the kiss - your tongue tentatively swiping against the seam of his lips as you move your body closer to his - he cradles the back of your head and slides his other hand down to your waist. He pulls you against him and let's a groan rumble in his chest, undeniable proof of his desire and it encourages you to give him more.

It feels like all you've been through together has brought both of you to this moment, and he's been patient long enough. He takes lead of the kiss, his buried feelings for you spilling from his lips to yours, while his passion consumes you both.

MAMMON

Mammon is caught off-guard by your first kiss.

He looked away in embarrassment after telling you, in a very complicated, round-about way, that you meant the world to him.

He pretended to look at something in the distance, but his cheeks were warm. He had to resist the urge not to look at you again, to pretend that you're not the flame he's constantly drawn to.

His feelings for you are overwhelming sometimes. You're just so fucking amazing, and all his - even if you don't realize it yet.

But Mammon is like an open book to you; you know how he feels, how he's always felt about you.

When he looks at you again, he's startled when your face is suddenly so close to his.

You lean forward and give him a kiss - it's quick, and it's not perfect - but he gets the hint of what you're trying to tell him: You mean the world to me, too.

He sputters about how you shouldn't go around surprising demons like that, and he almost thinks the kiss is supposed to be a joke, but he knows that's not true. It can't be, not when you're looking at him like he hung the moon, and your smile is wide and hopeful.

The happiness in his chest threatens to bubble over, and he knows he'll never forget this moment.

Fuck it. He wraps a hand around the back of your neck and pulls you back in for another kiss. It's still not perfect - you're both smiling so it's a bit clumsy, and your teeth clack together.

He wants more of you - he'll always want more. He wants to pull you close and hold your body against his, and he wants to plunder your mouth with his tongue, but not now. Not here.

He nips your bottom lip before he reluctantly pulls away, and he practically drags you back home to continue this in private.

LEVIATHAN

Levi didn't see the big deal about giving you the collectible game figure you wanted - so why the hell did you lean over and kiss him?!

It was over almost as soon as it began, a quick kiss against the corner of his mouth after you thanked him.

You're too focused on your new toy to notice Levi short-circuiting beside you on the sofa in his room.

His breathing is a bit erratic, and he rubs his sweaty palms on the denim of his jeans.

His throat is scratchy and dry all of a sudden, but licking his lips doesn't help - especially not when he tastes the evidence of your kiss: the sweet, sticky residue from the bag of candies you shared earlier.

He crosses his legs until he can discretely pull a pillow into his lap to hide the growing bulge between his legs.

You're talking excitedly about something, but he can't make out the words - his mind is still reeling from the implications of why you kissed him.

The kiss couldn't have been an accident - you leaned over on purpose, and he felt your chest press against his arm so your lips could reach his.

He thinks that maybe it was a joke at first, or some sort of tease, but he looks at you closely. Your eyes are a bit brighter, and your cheeks are a tinge darker than usual. You keep glancing at him shyly from the corner of your eyes.

He doesn't realize how long he's been freaking out until you ask him if he's alright.

He didn’t notice you spoke to him at first: he was too busy staring at you and your soft, candy-sweetened lips, trying to figure out what he's ever done to deserve you.

He swallows nervously and braces himself when he looks into your eyes properly. "Can we—can we do that again?"

SATAN

Satan’s first thought when you kiss him is that he wishes he had the nerve to kiss you first.

He likes inviting you to his room to read together - his room is lit brightly enough so that you don’t have to strain your human eyes to read the pages of your book.

However, there’s something alluring about the way candlelight and shadow play across your features. It distracts him from the book in his hands as he stares at you fondly instead.

You’re sitting side-by-side on his bed, which he prefers: the scent of the fragrance you wear lingers on his bedding, and sometimes he can still smell you when he goes to sleep.

You thank him for something - lending you one of his rare edition books, something he probably wouldn’t do for anyone else - and you kiss his cheek.

It’s such a sweet, innocent gesture but it still makes his body grow hot. It's not like the raging inferno of his anger, but more like a molten wave of affection that sweeps through him.

He’s not nervous now that he has permission to touch you, and one kiss is not going to be enough to satisfy him.

He cups your cheek and brushes the skin gently with his thumb. You bite your lip to stifle a bashful grin, and he can’t help but press his smile against your own.

His other hand finds yours on his sheets between your bodies, and he nearly whimpers into the kiss when you lace your fingers with his.

Your other hand finds it’s way onto his shoulder and you lean your body closer to his. Perhaps if he were overcome with desire he would wrap his arms around you and pull you down onto the bed.

He doesn’t want to ruin this; he decides this moment is perfect enough. You trade soft, sweet kisses in the cozy haven of his room, where time stands still and only your love remains.

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus wants to kiss you desperately, but he doesn't want you to think you're just another passing fancy in his long list of ex-lovers. He feels like he has a lot to prove to you.

He can't charm his way into your heart, and he knows you want him to be honest and genuine with you.

When he admits that he loves you - more than he's loved anyone before, possibly even more than he loves himself - the cravings begin.

He craves your company, and your touch, and your kiss and your body. He craves you. But he promises himself he won't rush things, and he won't pressure you.

He wanted to go shopping - and buy you something, of course - when some idiot demon on a motorcycle nearly ran you over while you crossed the street together. Asmo wrapped his arms around you and held you close while he cursed the demon who kept driving.

He pulled you into an alley off the main street so he could check on you privately. "Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you? I promise, if I ever see them again, I'm going to—mmph!"

Asmo looked concerned when he examined you for injuries, but he didn't expect you to grab his shirt collar and pull his lips down to yours.

He makes a surprised noise against your lips, then he moans when he realizes you're finally kissing him, and he can't fucking believe it.

His hands roam your body - your shoulders, your back, your hips - and he pulls you even closer as the kiss grows more heated. He can't help it, but neither can you, apparently - adrenaline is a helluva drug.

His kiss is hot and frenzied and desperate, and he feels drunk off your taste, and your lips are so soft, and his nerves tingle every time your tongue glides against his own.

You pull away first, gasping for air even as Asmo tries to chase your mouth because he doesn't want to stop.

His lip gloss feels tacky and it's smeared across his lips and chin. Your mouth is messy too, and your cheeks are flushed, and the way you're staring at him is so fucking hot.

He suddenly decides he's not in the mood to go shopping anymore - but he leads you home by the hand and promises he still has plans to spoil you tonight.

BEELZEBUB

When you're friends, you let Beel pick leftovers off your plate, or you cook him an extra large portion of food. When you start dating, he cares less about food and cares more about other things he'd like to share with you.

He's not distracted by the food on your plate, but the way you moan when you eat something especially tasty, or the way your lips shine after you wet them with your tongue, and he wonders what kissing you will be like too.

Every time sauce or cream clings to the corners of your mouth, he wants to lick your lips clean for you.

He tries to be patient and wait for you to kiss him first. Sometimes you look at him like you're ravenous for him in a way he's never seen before, but he's never been good at self-control when he's starving.

One night he sneaks to the kitchen for a late-night snack, but you're already there. You're leaning against the counter, eating ice cream straight out of the tub, and you freeze guiltily when you realize you've been caught.

Beel's stunned by the sight of you in your pajamas, hidden mostly in shadow with a spoon dangling from your lips when you start to sputter excuses.

He can see that there's a dribble of ice cream, just there, above your lip—

He takes the tub and spoon from you gently - and you smile, because you think he wants to share because he likes that flavour - but you gasp against his lips when he leans down and kisses you.

His lips are soft when they move against yours, and he sucks your bottom lip between his own.

Once the lingering sweetness is gone, all he can taste is you. You taste even better.

He freezes when he realizes what he's doing, and he pulls his hands away from your waist like he's been burned. He starts to apologize, and your face is flushed and he thinks you're upset, but then you ask him to kiss you again.

Oh fuck, you're going to be awful for his self-control.

He kisses you again, and again, and again. He whispers broken praise about how good you taste and how amazing you are between hot, opened mouth kisses against your lips.

When you break the kiss with a pleased sigh, his lips drag along your jaw. He wants more.

You're bracketed between his arms and he's crowding you against the counter. The drawer handle digging painfully into your back forces you to gently push him away.

He knows he's staring at you, and he might be drooling a little now too, but he can't help it.

You feed him the rest of the half-melted ice cream - it would be a waste not to - and lead him from the kitchen to your bedroom, where you can continue things more comfortably.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie is still groggy from sleep when he drapes an arm over your waist. You're both laying in his bed in the attic, and as much as he wants to fall back to sleep, his eyes blink open instead.

You're still sleeping, and your nose makes a cute little whistling noise when you breathe. You're so adorable.

He doesn't consider himself to be the romantic type, but you bring that out in him sometimes. In the dimly lit attic, the fairy lights hanging from the ceiling give you an almost ethereal, whimsical glow.

You look so peaceful when you sleep. Beautiful, gorgeous, mesmerizing—

He scoots a bit closer to you, and he's not sure the blankets covering you both are the reason why he suddenly feels so warm.

You're pouting in your sleep, and you murmur quietly too, and he wonders what you're dreaming about tonight.

He always feels so cozy spending time with you like this, even though you're still asleep. It gives him a chance to think about you, and the things he wishes he had the nerve to do when you're awake.

His head is resting on the pillow beside you, and he brushes his nose against yours. He smiles when you scrunch your nose in your sleep.

He kisses your forehead and cheek next - what isn't smooshed into the pillow, anyway. He peppers kisses along your skin, and he thinks about all the things he likes about you, and the things he wants to do together, and the things he'd like to do for you.

His quick kiss against your lips is impulsive. He's wanted to kiss you for so long, but since you're asleep you'll never know—

He panics when your eyes blink open and meet his.

You stare at each other. He's ready to tell you that whatever you think you felt was just a dream, but then a smile blooms across your face.

He tries to shuffle back from you, but you shuffle forward. He gives up when he's nearly falling off the mattress trying to put some distance from you, and you simply raise an eyebrow as if to ask, "What are you going to do now?"

“Nothing happened,” he says lamely, and the lie sounds as obvious as it feels rolling off his tongue.

“That’s a shame, I was having a nice dream that some handsome demon kissed me.” You roll over and sigh dramatically, and he bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from grinning.

“Handsome, huh?” He follows you - because he’s powerless not to - and leans on his elbow so he can look down at your cute, pouting face. “And how do I compare?"

You reach up and cup his cheek, and he can't resist the urge to nuzzle into your touch. "Nothing compares to you." The sincerity in your voice makes his throat tighten, and his cheeks are on fire, and what is he supposed to say to that?

You grin at him, and your eyes are soft and full of love for him and him alone.

He's determined to kiss that cheeky smile off your face. He lowers his head to yours and kisses you again - properly this time - and hums happily when you move your lips against his like you wanted this as much as he did.

[crazyforhwa]

Between hard and soft hours tbh but I really can’t stop thinking about a lazy make out session with Seonghwa… with lots of tongue obviously because come on, it’s Seonghwa.

It’d feel so amazing to just have a whole make out session with him, hands on each other’s face or neck.. and maybe an other member (*cough* Choi San) witnessing it and ending up joining the fun……

✩LAZY MAKE OUT SESSIONS WITH SEONGHWA✩

anon, that's so fucking hot.. (seonghwa is just hot yk)

I feel like lazy make out sessions with him usually happen during gloomy or winter days, as he thinks it feels the most romantic that way. He would be the one to initiate them by doing seemingly innocent things that end with him pushing his tongue past your lips in no time.

It would be such a mess, the perfect contrast between lust and love. Just two bodies laying on the bed, some rnb music playing quietly in the background to spice up the mood.

I feel like he's the 'breathy moans' type of guy. Whining into your mouth, describing how much he desires you.. that's what he's into. He isn't afraid of letting out sounds, and he expects you to let out some too, especially when other members are around. It definitely makes him hard as a rock, knowing that his colleagues are listening.

And oh boy.. talking about exhibitionism, I feel like he would purposely leave his door not fully closed, BEGGING in his mind that somebody(ehem, San) would catch you guys in the act. And don't even start on joining. I don't think he would be 100% comfortable with every member, but he would definitely share you with San, Hongjoong or Wooyoung (boy would be already close just by seeing them play with you).

We all have seen that fucking tongue of his. it's long, pointy, and he knows how to use it. he constantly sticks it out during performances, so I imagine him to be an absolute freak. He wins every battle for dominance, even at such slow paced moments.

Spit. SPIT. He loves when your make out sessions are messy, long strings of saliva forming whenever he detaches his plump lips from yours. He would randomly pull away just to stick his tongue out and let his spit slowly drip into your mouth, quickly getting back to business after.

Let's also mention that not every make out session with him is just lips. Oh no no, he is paying attention to everything. Sometimes he lowers himself and plants soft pecks against your neck. Sometimes he gently bites your earlobe, his warm breath tickling your skin. And sometimes he just smothers your whole face with smooches, grinning while he does so. He is a man of passion, but in these moments he just loves to chill out and show you love in a slightly different way.

Oh, and that smirk of his. He would grab different parts of your body unexpectedly, making you let out soft gasps that would trigger his cocky smile. Sometimes it'd be an innocent booty grab, but one second later his hand is slowly sliding under your shirt, his warm fingers exploring your body, getting closer to the sensitive areas on your chest.

After about half an hour, he will lose the ability to think straight. His hand would slide into your pants and quickly find your opening, slowly forcing two fingers into your tight hole. He would hit every sweet spot while still kissing you, getting "annoyed" and spanking you every time you get distracted by the pleasure.

Oh, yes.

I love him, man😭😭😭😭

should I make it a fic? 👀 (I feel like this is way too short, I'm sorry)

[drunkenlionwrites]

Savium

Warnings: none, g/n reader, just a short something about Astarion's smooches 🖤

At first, Astarion’s kisses are passionate, intense and…clinical. His hands roaming up and down your body, his tongue impatiently caressing yours – all serve a purpose. His body moves with surgical precision, coaxing pathetic sounds out of you, making your body feel as heavy as a lead by the time he places himself above you. There is nothing remotely tender and genuine about them – pure passion at best, but realistically all a ruse. It wasn’t obvious at first, but each subsequent kiss proves your gut feeling to be correct. When he senses your hesitation, his touch becomes more persistent, yet there is no variance in his movements, and you wonder if the consummate lover of yours knows how to stop performing. Or if he even wants to.  

Then his kisses grow wary. Hesitant. Timid. Feather-Light. Clumsy. They feel like kisses of young love. Unpracticed, nervous. Tender. You can’t help yourself but zealously indulge in him, eagerly leading the shared moments those times. Each kiss is breathy, each tender caress leaves him trembling and gasping. He’s not leading now – he is all acceptance. He purrs into you one second and twitches away the next one. Yet his affections somehow linger inside you now. His unexpressed feelings linger between you.

The man is a menace. The kiss he gives you before the battle knocks out all the air out of your lungs – it’s desperate, longing and doesn’t in the least lack sincerity now. His lips the contrast of cool and soft. His embrace – anything short of calculated or clinical. Seeing the streams of tears on your cheeks prompts him to change it into a loud and absurd smooch accompanied by loud theatrical “Mwah”s to coax the nervous relieved giggles out of you. He still cannot stop performing, since what you see in his eyes is a crystal-clear reflection of your own worries and fears, yet he is still putting the most radiant smile on his face he can muster. And for once you’re grateful for it, feeling your lips slightly tugging up when you face him again.   

[silverzoomies]

Can you do 100 from the smut prompt list with Peter (Dark Phoenix version) but can you make it where the reader is his wife and he still is gentle and loving with her.

I really want to see how you would write a more romantic Peter

Pancakes

peter maximoff x reader smut

warnings: shameless smut, domestic, married couple, cock warming, risky sex, creampie, implied/referenced breeding

word count: 2,762

a/n: this one's for you, purple cat !! apologies, i'm rusty with my writing and characterization right now. probably will be for a while. sorry the ending's so abrupt !!

Peter races ceaselessly back and forth. Like a fast paced pendulum in full swing, he juggles his two most demanding responsibilities. The X-Men and teaching. His multiple jobs and total lack of free time are some of the many downsides of being a grown ass adult. He doesn’t wanna complain too much though, since the work is definitely rewarding overall. Like fo’ sho, he’s not gonna deny the perks.

But even with those sweet positives - making both money, and a name for himself; your superhero husband rarely has time for you anymore.

Peter hopes you’ll forgive him. Again. As he ambles into your shared room after another heinously long day, his body is littered in scrapes and bruises. Echoes of battles won. The wounds will surely heal by next morning. You know this as well as you know him. But you still insist on patching him up anyway, after Beastie’s already taken care of him twice over. You’re just so damn doting. It makes Peter feel even worse for waving you off.

He guarantees you a quick peck on the lips and a “love you, gorgeous.” Before he finally succumbs to mental fatigue. A tired fog of exhaustion beckons him to collapse into bed. You beg Peter to stay up a bit longer. An hour, at least. But just as you get a word in, he’s already conked out. Snoring away.

Within three hours, he wakes. You sleep soundly next to him. Snug as a lil bug. Peter presses a loving smooch to your sleepy head. Ruffling your hair, he bolts out the door promptly after.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Every day. For months on end. His schedule never seems to align with yours.

Peter misses you so bad. He misses spending time with you. Laughing together. Cuddling for brief instances, cuz he can never sit still long enough for it to last. He misses making small talk. Only to glance at the clock and find hours unknowingly passed. Peter longs to take you on spontaneous trips across the country again, trying pancakes at every small town diner he can find.

And to put it bluntly - he desperately yearns to make love again. To you. His smokin’ hot wife - Mrs. Maximoff - and no one else. After months of pent-up frustration, he’s about ready to burst at the seams. It physically pains him when he remembers how often the two of you used to bone. So many times a day. Every day.

Peter still wonders if his speedy swimmers are even worth a damn. With all the raw, passionate sex he had with you - it’s a miracle you never followed the Maximoff family trend of carrying twins.

He even misses the more shameful moments shared with you. Like the times he surprised you with truckloads of gifts, spoiling you rotten - after he forgot your anniversary. Again. And again and again and- …hey, he warned you, long before the two of you ever got married. Peter isn’t the most reliable lover. He’s never been “boyfriend material,” as they say. And he knows now, better than ever; he most definitely isn’t “husband material" either.

But he really does love you. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. About as much as he loves Wanda. Which is an astronomical amount of love, if he's being honest. And if he were born with some reality-warping mutation instead, Peter would move the heavens and Earth just to make you happy.

Times are tough for mutants these days, though. There’s still so much work to be done. Classes to teach. Rights to fight for. People to save. No shortage of those.

You know he isn’t to blame for his absence. And he knows you know it. But still...it just...it sucks! He needs to be there for you, as much as you wanna be there for him.

And when the X-family comes together on a Friday night for a much needed break - more than anything in the world, Peter looks forward to spending every second with you. As soon as you walk into the lounge room, Peter pulls you straight into his arms. You’re wearing a tasteful dress you picked out just for him. It makes you look like a goddamn knockout. But all he wants is to tear it off you and press his bare body against yours. To feel your soft, luscious skin get sweatier under the natural, burning heat of his own.

The team play a few board games together, sharing drinks, gorging on Remy’s best gumbo. Peter gets a slap on the wrist with a ladle, after Lebeau catches him sneaking a third bowl - before anyone else even has their first.

It’s an easygoing, chillaxed affair. And throughout the night, your silver fox husband keeps you close like a magnet. Attached at the hip. He’s uncharacteristically clingy, touching you as much as you’ll allow in a sociable space. Calloused hands tenderly graze your skin as he offers to hold your drink. Peter’s fingers splay against your lower back, curling in, drawing affectionate circles.

You make your rounds and mingle with the family. Peter follows you around like a lost dog in need of attention. He keeps an arm wrapped around your waist, taking every opportunity to secretly grope your ass. You sneak him a few wary glances. Wordless warnings. Bringing his drink to his lips, the fine lines of Peter’s dimples pull in a lazy grin. He averts his gaze elsewhere.

Once more, his impulsivity earns him a slap on the wrist. Not from Remy this time. But from you. Peter takes your subtle scolding as a challenge. Leaning closely into your vicinity, he mutters.

“Oh, it is so on.”

“Don’t you dare!” You whisper back, squealing after he gives you a light smack on your ass.

His teasing continues without warning.

You chat with the team, visibly tensing as Peter pulls a nonexistent strand of lint from your dress. His hot touch lingers dangerously close to your cleavage. You can’t help but blush. The warmth in your cheeks races across your skin, creeping through your supple bust. Left speechless, your words falter on your tongue. Peter carries the conversation for you with minimal effort, flaunting aloof charisma.

He cracks a poorly timed joke and it fails to land. Feigning his embarrassment, he hides his face in the fragrant crook of your neck. His teammates tease him for it. But what they don’t know is, it’s all a theatrical ruse. They don’t see the way his teeth nip your flesh before he pulls away.

During an innocent game of UNO, your husband’s lidded gaze leers at you from across the carpeted floor. Peter’s dark hues make a short gesture to the dip between your legs. Biting his lip, he meets your eyes again with a frisky look. You know that look all too well. Again, you blush profusely. Logan catches him in the act as he wiggles his silver brows. But the old timer makes no comment, shaking his head with a smirk.

The team later settles down for a movie. Taking their respective spots in front of the TV, snacks in hand, they all lounge around. Peter steals a cozy spot on one of the sofas. He leaves a space for you next to him. Bouncing a knee restlessly, he cooks up a number of sneaky ways he can tease you. But his plans are all tossed to the wind once you scooch your way between the couch and the coffee table.

You shimmy your ample ass in front of him. Is it intentional? Unintentional? You naughty, little minx. His virile gaze falls to your tush, so full and grabbable in your dress. In a split second, he grabs your waist and inches you back into the warm familiarity of his lap. Your body relaxes, your back against his chest.

Finally, at last, Peter cuddles his wife again.

And he’s content with doing so for all of one minute.

His knee continues to bounce underneath you. With your hands joined together in your lap, his fingers absentmindedly play with your wedding ring. Steering his attention from Jurassic Park, Peter brings a hand to your chin. In the darkness, the television’s light illuminates all of your best features. You’re stunning. He really can't help himself. Peter pulls you in for some modest lip action. Careful not to catch anyone’s attention. The fingers of his opposite hand tease the back of your neck, igniting patterns of goose flesh.

“Aw, you cold?” Peter’s affectionate voice hitches, seemingly innocent.

He doesn’t wait for an answer. Peter vanishes and returns in a fwip, draping a thick blanket over the two of you once he returns. Showing gratitude, you peck his cheek with a soft kiss. Cute. Your mischievous husband almost laughs. He adores how naive and sweet you are. Oblivious to his schemes after five years of a marriage, and a decade of familiarity. Peter makes a few adjustments. Playing it off like he’s covering you for warmth.

You sink into him again with a fond smile on your lips.

An adoring smile that instantly falls, lips parting, exhaling a breathless gasp.

Peter trails fiery fingertips along your inner thigh and up your dress skirt. His hooded gaze stays hard locked on the movie, faking interest in Jeff Goldblum’s incoherent mumblings. Blissful buzzes resound faintly against the fabric of your panties. Peter’s grin stretches impishly again when you jolt as a response. Your clit pulses under flush pressure, making you squirm in his lap.

Confession time: your husband’s on a mission to make you as wet as possible, in as little time as possible.

The pads of his warm digits draw lower and push into damp fabric. You’re already soaking yourself silly.

“Feel that? How wet you are? Must’ve really missed me, huh?” Peter breathes silently with his nose in your neck, getting high off your familiar scent. His lips press a chaste kiss to your skin. A husky chuckle blooms in his throat, “Missed you too. Missed this. So fuckin' much.”

His name teeters off your lips in a confused whimper, barely audible. Sneaking your damp panties to the side, Peter’s thick digits breach your lonesome pussy folds. After being deprived of you for so ungodly long, the feel of your wet lust hardens him all at once. His fingers play a little game of tunnel diving, prodding your lush insides. Peter adjusts his position on the sofa by a smidgen. Silent curses tickle your temple. His girth bulges against your ass.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You huff under your breath, frantically scanning the room as he shifts again.

Peter’s digits curl so deliciously deep inside you, whirring like a silent vibrator, making your cunt spill leaky love. His breathy lips loom close to your ear.

“Hmm? Gunna try somethin’ risky. You’ll be quiet for me, won’t you, baby? Don’t want ‘em catchin’ on.” 

“Honey, no-”

“Shhh. Shhh. Shhh. Just go with the motions. Trust me. It’ll be so fun. I know you wanna.”

Peter uses speedster precision to pull his flush dick discreetly from his jeans. Poor guy’s so homesick, he’s crying - leaking precum, throbbing as Peter nudges him into your plush heat. It’s an awkward angle at first. But Peter guides you through it with more hushed whispers. The blanket acts as a veil of innocence, draped over your connected bodies. Peter urges your hips to sink lower. You choke on your own mewls as he scarcely ruptures your precious tunnel.

“Tell me if it hurts, ‘kay?” He coos through an easy tone, parting his lips against the shell of your ear.

A subtle hitch of his hips does the rest of the work for you. Biting his tongue, Peter curls his brows inward. Your slick walls envelop his length all at once. Smooth, shuddery tightness compresses his cock and sets his nerves ablaze. Your husband peppers your temple in heedless kisses, letting throaty grunts slip in between each one. His pulsing cock keeps your walls pried open. Snug, safe, secure, and buried to the hilt.

Peter doesn’t move, and neither do you. One of his hands digs nails into your hips over your dress, keeping you cemented on his lap. He’s torturing himself, fighting his own relentless impatience in an attempt to stay perfectly still. And it’s taking every microscopic ounce of willpower not to pound you senseless. Peter covers his face with a palm. His dark, lust-blown eyes peer through lazy fingers at the TV.

He’s six inches deep in his wife right now, and not a soul in the room has any clue.

Clearing his throat and acting casual, Peter shifts his hips again. His fat tip prods your cervix with a weepy kiss. Like a promise to stuff you full of something special. He sneaks a careful hand between your legs. His wedding ring settles over your bush, cool to the touch. The rough pads of his fingers vibrate more intensely than before, winding into your twitchy clit. Coaxing you to break. You tremble in his lap, knees flying inward, knocking together hard enough to bruise.

Peter’s eyes roll back in his skull as your sticky walls seize tightly around his snug dick.

“Ah, fuck me.” He groans into your hair.

He can’t stop himself from knocking his hips upward every few minutes. Burrowing his buzzing thickness deeper, Peter splits you open, impaling your poor pussy. His genes imbue his body with primal frustration. Hiking the intensity of your hot bliss, his digits toy with your clit. Your breaths grow more sparse and shallow, as you blink tears from the corners of your eyes.

“Pietro, honey, please-"

He hitches his next breath. Reeling his ass into the couch cushions, Peter makes an abrupt retreat before ramming his cock into your womb. His inky gaze widens tenfold as your pussy swells, squeezing his dick tight enough to lock him in your hot channel forever. His lashes flutter. Going cross eyed, Peter feels his weighty balls tense under denim.

His hand darts up from your hip, clamping over your mouth in a flash. Peter pulls you hard against him, your back flush with his heaving chest as you cum. You’re so fucking lucky the movie transitions into a particularly loud scene. The shrill roar of Jurassic Park dinosaurs plays like a perfectly timed miracle. Concealing your muffled squeals of ecstasy.

The slippery contractions of your orgasm send him into the stratosphere. Your pussy creams hard on your husband’s whirring cock, and his pent-up longing comes crashing in bombastic waves. As covertly as he can, under the thick heat of the blanket; Peter repeatedly thrusts into your lush pussy. Slowly - so as not to catch anyone’s attention. 

It’s both the most hellish, and thrilling sexual experience of his near-middle aged years. He bites his lip so hard he draws blood. Peter’s brows fly up, following an expression of pure vulnerability. Thick, endless pools of white, syrupy heat flood your pussy, gushing in streaks and leaking down his vascular dick.

Peter takes a two second pause to catch his breath, unusually winded from such a scandalously intimate experience. With his nose buried in your hair, his lips pepper your head in soft kisses. Bringing his fist to his mouth, Peter clears his throat again.

“Uhm, g-great party, guys! Love you! We’re gonna bounce. G’night!”

The two of you disappear in a blur, leaving the blanket fluttering in the air.

Back in your shared room, your ever-insatiable husband drills you raw again and again. Spilling thick, sticky load after load - like he’s really trying his damndest to knock you up. You lose track of how many times you reach ecstasy. Peter tells you he’s making up for lost time. By the end of it all, your limp, naked body lies loosely in his arms. Running his fingers through your hair, he catches himself staring at the ceiling with a big, dumb smile on his face.

Saturday morning, Peter channels his inner, teenage self. Recalling his notorious streak of high school ditch-days, much to his mother’s dismay. He decides…ah, screw it. If Chuck needs him, he can just reach out via telepathic communication. Peter bails on his responsibilities to take you out for pancakes. At a family owned diner in some nowhere town, far away from any sinister villains.

You sit across from him at the booth, leaning tiredly over your breakfast. He can tell your body aches just by looking at you. Bones rigid. Legs sore. Hair unkempt. Makeup smeared. 

You’re goddamn beautiful.

[masuchu]

ranpo... he's sosooososoooo SO cute, need to sit in his lap and kiss him all over this instant or I'll explode

love, masu. ugh nonnie i agree so much. i just wanna bite his cheeks like mochi grrr

genre. fluff n smut! latter is under the cut :)) warnings listed there too <3 not proofread, there may be mistakes !!

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who expects kisses and love like a petulant child, ever the receiver in a relationship. He leans his body back on his office chair, uncaring about the many people still remaining at the agency, and begs for your attention. Will also resort to poking and pinching!

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who basks in your aroma and pecks, uncaring for your whines of “We have work to do..” and “More?!” . If you stop for any moment— or God forbid attempt to leave his lap, he groans so loudly that you have no choice but to carry on tending to him in fear of provoking Kunikida.

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎 who tastes like the sweetest candy, the sugary goodness transferring when he turns your little smooches into greedy, passionate kisses. “Can you guess what I taste like?~ Nope, wrong! You’ll have to kiss me some more then!”

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who falls asleep in your hold, but knows when you leave him. He has some form of extra terrestrial senses, and his eyes will shoot open if you try to inch away. Deafening, childish whines ensue. “Hey, where are you going! Were you gonna leave me? So heartless! Now kiss me again!!”

warnings. nsfw!!, lazy but mean dom ranpo, riding, pinching, overstimulation, teasing

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who watches intently while you ride him— a lollipop in his mouth, viridescent eyes fixed on your body. His hands wander occasionally, two fingers may come up to pinch your waist or caress your bottom lip, but they usually remain resting at the back of his head.

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who asks you completely unrelated questions whilst you are suffering, trying desperately to keep up the pace he demanded of you. “Steamed & creamed raspberry bun… hmmm. Have you ever tried this, honey? Hey, I asked you a question! Don’t go dumb on me now~”

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who’s stamina surprises you immensely. He is completely relentless, horrendously cruel, and almost unfeeling. “Please, Ranpo— It’s t-too much!” Your pleads meet malicious ears, his only response being a violent thrust up— sending your body into a temporary paralysis, and a greedy pout. “You can’t be giving up now? I still have so many snacks to eat, you need to carry on until I’m finished! If you’re good, I’ll reward you~”

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎 who’s sleepy senses make a second appearance, this time in a much more lewd manner. “Keep me warm while I sleep, kay’?” You naïvely conjectured that this would be your chance to finally be able to rest you sore, throbbing cunt and catch your breath. Wrong. Penetrating eyes slash into you as you carefully try to slip his shaft out of you. “Where do you think you’re going, sugar?”

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[hwangism143]

passion fruit.

"you're supposed to scoop it out with a spoon," chan mumbled from behind you.

his hands made their around your next, his face pressed against your hair. you didn't know when he woke up, but didn't want it to be a consequence of your overwhelming desire to eat passion fruit.

"i'm sorry i woke you up channie," you pouted as you turned to look at him.

sleepy eyes and a lopsided smile was the beautiful sight you were witness too. chan's curls sprang up and he started peppering your face with kisses, his breath minty from toothpaste.

"i didn't wake up because of you," he said in between his attack of smooches, "i woke up because i smelled passion fruit."

you couldn't blame him. your rabid passion fruit consumption had caused your shared apartment to retain it's sweet smell. it was nice for the first few days, but living in a state of permanently smelling like you has just checked into caribbean hotel got annoying fast.

"go sit down, i'll bring it over," chan insisted.

you tried to argue, but he ushered you onto the sofa, all your protests submerged by the sound of his voice telling you that it's his solemn duty to spoil you.

loving chan was like being wrapped up in a warm blanket. it felt like sunshine and everything nice, like soft moments and heavy yet fleeting touches.

loving chan didn't make you feel on top of the world; it made you feel like you could lose yourself in your world.

chan brought over a bowl of passion fruit and two forks. he held it out for you and you grabbed them from his hands eagerly.

"i love you," he announced, "but if the baby gets a passion fruit obsession, i'm moving to alaska."

you giggled against his chest as he snaked his arms to drum his finger on your very pregnant belly.

"you really mean that?" you snorted.

"no," said chan against your hair.

"for you and for the baby, i would buy every single passion fruit there is, just to keep you both happy."

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[daisynik7]

The Perfect Remedy

Pairing: husband!Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.4k

cw: established relationship, smut - fingering, cunnilingus, spit play, vaginal sex, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweetie, honey)

Summary: Nanami knows the perfect remedy for when you have a bad day.

Notes: Another week, another Nanami piece written purely out of horniness for this man. Enjoy! Reblogs, likes, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated! Thanks for reading! Tagging @liliorsstuff-blog, here’s another one for our husband! 😘

Nanami absolutely dotes on you when you’re having a bad day.

It’s Sunday, almost noon, and you’re still in bed, not wanting to get up. Your husband wastes no time in trying to make you feel better. And since this is hardly the first time you’ve been like this, he knows exactly what he needs to do. 

He walks in, still in his pajamas, carrying a small tray with a hot plate of your favorite breakfast. Next to it is a thin glass vase with a single red rose. There’s a gentle expression on his face as soon as he sees you awake. “How’s my sweetheart feeling?” he asks, setting the tray at the end of the bed, placing the flower on the nightstand beside you.

“Already better because of you,” you smile, reaching an arm out to touch him. “Thank you.”

He sits at the edge, taking your hand in his, lifting it up to his lips, kissing at your knuckles. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

He props the tray up in front of you, watching you dig in, happy to see you delighting in his cooking. You feed him a few bites, which he accepts, grinning fondly at you. He does most of the talking, which is unusual for him. But at times like this, he pulls out all of the stops, aware that you’re in the mood to listen to his soothing voice, chatting away about current events he read in this morning’s paper. 

When you’re done, he takes the tray away, giving you a smooch on the forehead before walking out of the bedroom. Shortly after, he returns with a steaming mug of your favorite hot beverage, handing it to you. You stay sitting up, letting the pleasant warmth of the cup radiate to your surrounding hands, sipping at it slowly. It’s perfect, exactly the way you like it. That’s just one of many things you love about Nanami; his attention to detail.

While you remain in bed, he tidies up the room, picking up a few pieces of littered laundry from the floor, folding clothes, reorganizing products on the shared vanity. He takes his time doing these mundane tasks, wanting to stay near you in case you need anything. You watch him affectionately, always in awe about how lucky you are to have him. It’s ordinary moments like this that remind you how special the life you built with him is.

With every chore complete, he sits next to you on the edge of the bed, cupping your cheek. “Shall we take a bath?”

Minutes later, the bathtub is filled with hot water. Three lit candles are set around it, the subtle scent relaxing as he helps you undress, large fingers grazing across your skin slowly. He’s already naked behind you, body pressed closed to yours, grazing his lips along your neck and shoulders. Completely bare now, he tilts your chin towards him, kissing you passionately, his other hand caressing your belly. He lets out a small, satisfied hum, his cock hardening against you. He gets into the bath first, settling in comfortably, holding his hand out to help you next. You sit in front of him, cozy in the tub, relaxed in his arms. The two of you stay like this for a while, basking in the pleasant heat of the water and your bodies surrounding each other. 

Eventually, his hands start to roam, first at your chest, squeezing your breasts softly, pinching at the nipples until they’re plump between his fingers. You crane your neck to kiss him, sucking at his lower lip, quiet moans escaping your mouth. He trails further down between your thighs, fingers searching for your clit, one hand still firm on your tit. You melt into him, leaning your head back on his shoulder as he pleasures you, circling your bud underwater.

“Ah, Kento,” you whimper, reaching to play with his hair, turning to kiss him on the neck. 

“Just enjoy it, princess. Let me take care of you,” he whispers, rubbing your clit faster. Waves start to splash with each rapid movement he makes, some of it spilling over the sides of the tub. He doesn’t stop even after you climax, knowing you can still take it. It’s only when you’re twitching, puffy bud too sensitive from stimulation, that you grab at his wrist to pause him. You giggle, shifting around to wrap your arms around his neck. “Too much, sweetie,” you say, nuzzling your face to his. “I want you inside me now.”

Soon, you’re back on the bed after hastily drying yourselves off. He hovers over you, skin still damp, beads of water dripping from the tips of his hair. The way he gazes at you, as if you’re the most marvelous sight, always puts a swell in your chest. You’re everything to him, just as he is to you. 

He positions his face between your legs, spreading your thighs wide, licking his lips before he dives in. Still sensitive from earlier, you curse as soon as his tongue swipes over your clit. He eats you out sloppily, mouth open, drooling, tongue flicking relentlessly against your bud. His middle finger teases your entrance before slipping in entirely, pussy already wet and ready for him. With an added finger, he fucks you slowly, curling at just the right spot. 

A high-pitched whine escapes your mouth, fists clenching tightly to the bed sheets below you. He hums in response, surrounding you with lips and tongue, fingers deep inside you, the tips toying with your G-spot. Again, he doesn’t stop when you orgasm on his face. Your husband is relentless when it comes to pleasuring you. You have to physically restrain him to put a halt to his efforts, sitting up to pull him towards you to kiss him, mouth sloppy from saliva and arousal. He loves it when you taste yourself on him, licking along his lips and down to his chin, collecting it on your tongue. Hand behind your neck, he pulls you close, sucking on your tongue, then spitting into your mouth. He watches you swallow, opening again for him to repeat the process. 

Satisfied, he rolls you on top of him, planting his feet on the bed. “I’m going to take care of you, okay? All you have to do is take it. Can you do that for me, honey?” He reaches for the drawer next to the bed for the lube, prepping himself. 

You nod against him, face buried in the crook of his neck, arms tight around him. He uses his knees to spread your legs wide, hands on your hips, guiding his erect cock inside you. It slides in smoothly, slick from lubricant, your multiple orgasms, and his saliva. Once he bottoms out, he starts thrusting. “Does this feel good, princess?” he murmurs, increasing the pace.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” you breathe out.

“You take it so well. We were made for each other.” He glides his hands to your ass. “I get to fuck this perfect pussy for the rest of our lives, don’t I?”

“Yes, baby. Forever and ever,” you moan, trying to ride him.

He chuckles. “You can’t help yourself, can you, honey? Always want to ride this cock. I told you; I’ll take care of you.” He holds you steadily, pumping his cock in and out of you, fucking your sweet spot once more. “So let me do all the work.”

You relax, relinquishing all control to him. Letting him fuck you until your brain is empty, until your pussy is drenched, until you’re so fucked out that you can’t move a single bone in your spent body. Ecstasy consumes you, all thoughts focused on him and nothing else. His tender touch as he nuzzles his nose to yours, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. The rough jerk of his hips, pumping his hard cock into your wet pussy, determined and eager for more of your cum. Desperate to make every part of you feel good. 

When he’s finally pushed over the edge, he grunts in your ear, releasing his hot load inside you. He cradles you in his arms, kissing you softly, whispering, “I love you,”, sensing you’re on the verge of sleep. He rolls you to the side, sliding out of you, admiring the way his cum leaks out of your fluttering slit. Quietly, he hops out of bed, retrieving baby wipes from the bathroom, cleaning you up. All finished, he slips his arm around your waist, spooning you from behind. Half-asleep, you slot your fingers between his, snuggling in closer to him, smiling. 

You can always count on your wonderful husband to turn a bad day into a good one.  

[avonne-writes]

I dont have any Buck riding bucky fics rec but i do have an idea that i would love if someone with writing abilities would actually properly write it down. You know how you said that they are romantic lil fuckers that would very much like to smooch during sex? well...

Bucky is laying down while Buck is riding and Bucky is just staring at Buck's face that's so beatiful full of pleasure and he can't help but to sit up(hands hugging Gale's waist so he won't lose his balance) and start kissing him while Gale is still sat on him. Them gale gets done with it and pushes John back down so he can keep riding him but only a few moments go by until John is sitting up again for more smooching. Gale let's him but when he tries to sit up a third time, he's like "no no" and pins John hands into the mattress at the side of his head so he won't be abble to do it anymore. But riding John while pinning him down proves to be very hard so Gale makes John promise that he will keep his hands there and not try to sit up. The moment he let's go of his hands John is smirking and then sitting up to kiss him. Gale can't even be mad at him.

something like that...

This is both hot and sweet! I love it ❤️ I wrote a snippet 😊 (Edit: posted it on AO3 too)

The bed creaks as Gale’s thighs tense again, moving him up and down on top of John.

His right hand is on John's knee for balance, the left thumbs at John's side when he rocks back into the thick, blunt pressure of John's cock. It spreads him relentlessly open to his core, and he moans softly at the stretch of it every time it sinks in as deep as it can go.

Gale's got a good rhythm going and the perfect angle to hit that sweet, tingling spot when he grinds down. He doesn’t need any input from John - the big, warm hand John has around Gale's leaking cock is nice, but it's not a need - as long as John stays put, he can sate his desires just by riding him. Tipping his head back against the waves of pleasure, Gale lets himself get lost in it. They've done this enough times that he doesn’t feel self-conscious anymore. He knows that with John, he’s safe to have sex just for the mindless, physical bliss, if that's what he needs. He knows he can enjoy John's body openly, without shame.

So he does. Gale rolls his hips slowly and then faster, then slower again, how he craves it at the moment, his eyes closed and his lips open to let small gasps escape. The fire builds in him. He can feel it spread, can feel his cock leak more on John's stomach, and the hardness slamming into him when he rocks back on it makes his mouth water. He’s close now. Just a few more thrusts and -

Suddenly, his balance shifts. John's leg moves under his hand, and an arm wraps around Gale's waist as John sits up, kisses a messy path up Gale's sweaty-hot neck, then captures his lips. He kisses Gale hungrily, as if he had been holding himself back from it, and Gale licks into John's mouth in return, happy to share John's passion for it. But that spot in him throbs and aches, and his cock jumps between their stomachs when he thinks about how close that delicious peak is. Gale doesn’t want to lose that momentum - he wants to come and come now.

He breaks the kiss after a moment and pushes John flat on his back again to be able to use his cock how he wants, to get his relief. He keeps his hands on John's chest this time, feels his thick pecs move up and down with every breath, sounds rumble in John's ribcage when Gale rocks just right for them both. It’s good. It’s amazing - and Gale lets his eyes close again. He bites his lower lip and moves, there there there -

John pushes him out of balance again. He sits up once more and gathers Gale close to kiss him noisily, chasing the bite of Gale's teeth on Gale's lip with his own teeth, then his soothing tongue. Gale loves making out with him, but he’s desperate now, he just wants to get the pleasure John promised when he pulled him into the bedroom. He has no more patience for kissing. He pushes John down roughly and pins his hands on either side of his head on the mattress.

"Stay put." Gale says breathlessly, trying to drive the message home even though he sees the cheeky glint in John's eyes. "I'm so..." He sighs as he rocks back again. "I'm so close."

"So fucking hot." John groans and bucks his hips into it.

Gale's lips fall open. "Do that again."

John obeys, pushing into him the way Gale craves, deep and hard where he aches, and he can feel the sweet taste of bliss on his tongue -

But John wrestles himself out of his hold and sits up again under him to kiss him through a smile.

"Disobeying direct orders now, Major?" Gale mumbles into the kiss, too fond of John to be truly irritated. He wraps his arms around John's shoulders and strokes him wherever he can reach.

"Never claimed to be a model soldier." John grins and brushes their lips together again. "I love you so much."

Gale's face burns. He presses it to John's and lets himself be kissed. The pleasure can wait.

[sunnyangy]

Hey! Can I request Umemiya x Reader (Wind breaker) where he sneaks her up Furin rooftop to look at his plants but they ended up falling asleep and got walked in by someone. Make it cuddly and fluffy. Thank you :)

Rooftop hangout 🍃

- Umemiya 🌱

During Umemiya’s patrol outside in the city, he spotted his girlfriend helping an elderly woman cross the road. His smile automatically went up, as he quickly excused himself from his group and went to you by behind. He grabbed your waist, screaming « Boo ! » against your ear, laughing as you screamed and shook your hands. He held you close, nuzzling his face in you neck as he kept laughing, and you turned around.

« Ume ! You bastaaard you scared me ! »

He laughed even more as he kissed your forehead over and over, mumbling excuses as he hugged you close. He then held your hand and walked back towards his group with you, his thumb brushing against your skin. He looked at the boys, and made a gesture for them to stay silent about it. They all nodded, keeping their mouth shut about the apparent couple. After his patrol, they walked back to Fuurin. Umemiya and you sneaked by behind, going into his office while hiding from all the gazes. You made it up there without anyone seeing, and he closed the door behind you with a smile. As soon as the door closed, Umemiya grabbed your cheeks, pulling you towards him as he leaned down to give you a big kiss, pressing his lips against yours lovingly. He gently moved his lips, grabbing yours as his thumbs brushed against your cheekbones.

«  Finallyyy ! » he said, as he was waiting for that smooch since he spotted you outside.

He immediately pulled you with him on the rooftop, towards his plantations. He started talking about them, explaining what everything is, what they need, what they can be used for, and all of the things he knew about it. You listened to him with great attention, happy that he was sharing his passion with you. You asked him questions, which he was always so happy and proud to answer. After a while of you helping him with his plants, you put your gardening gloves down. You decided to grab the water hose, and aimed it towards him, splashing him with water. He screamed and laughed as he turned towards you, and ran after you. Of course he grabbed you quickly, his arms around your waist blocking yours as he kissed your neck and held you tight, his nose brushing against your skin and collarbone, before tickling you. He also grabbed the hose and splashed you too, smirking as he got his revenge on you. He then turned it off, laughing as you were soaking wet.

« You look like a puppy that ran in a pond » he said with another laugh, before he went to grab a towel in his office. He came back to you and gently dried your hair with it, and made you walk back in his office. He gave you a sweatshirt of his that he left on a chair, and put your shirt to dry outside. He then ordered some McDonalds for you two, and you ate on the couch, watching some series on the TV in a corner of the room. Umemiya had an arm around you, caressing your arm and your head, playing with your hair. He kept kissing your temple, your cheek, your shoulder, anything he could put his lips on. He held you close to him, even with the heat. But after a moment, he felt you relax in his arms, and when he looked down, he saw your closed eyes, your chest rising up and down slowly. He immediately turned the sound down a bit, and brushed a strand of hair away from your face as he caressed your cheek. He leaned down to give you a gentle kiss, with a happy and fond smile.

« Sleep well, princess.. »

He then continued to watch his serie, but after some minutes, without realizing, he fell asleep too, your breath against his neck like a soothing lullaby. You both laid down, because he couldn’t stay sat anymore, and slept against each other, the TV still playing in the background.

But, Sakura wanted to come and ask Umemiya for his vest that he lost a few hours ago. People told him Umemiya found it and had it, so he just entered as he heard the TV and thought Umemiya wasn’t working on anything. But when his eyes laid on Umemiya, he saw he was snuggled up with a girl, his arms around her and his head over hers, sleeping comfortably. He felt his love alarm go out immediately, babbling incomprehensible words, getting mad at Umemiya for just being like that, and even at the chair that he bumped into when he wanted to run out, his cheeks as red as the tomatoes Umemiya grew outside.

None of the two lovebird woke up, still sleeping, nuzzled in each other’s embrace.

First of all, I want to thank everyone for 60 followers !! I’m happy everyone appreciate my writing, and I hope i’ll improve :)

I also appreciate a lot that other WB writers talk to me !! i’m glad i can be included in the fandom 🤍

also i hope you appreciate this one, i hope it’s cuddly enough ! <3

[rotdistressxox]

Scenario: Date Night with the Papas ♡

!Nsfw! No smut, just some very intimate details.

Primo / Papa Emeritus I

• A letter appears under your office door. Curiously, you pick it up and look at the wax seal. It was a very ornate 'P' on it, so the sender basically revealed himself.

• You slice it open with a letter opener and read:

"My Dearest (Reader)

I know I've been gone for quite some time due to my presence being requested at another ministry. Every second I'm away from you only makes me yearn for you more. When I get back, I would like to treat you to the finest delicacies I've come accross while staying overseas. Be ready as soon as I get back. By the time you read this, I will be arriving in a few days. I look forward to seeing you soon,

Your Beloved Papa Emeritus I"

• You dance around with the letter, giving it a big smooch and putting in your priority drawer. Time to shop for a date night outfit!

• The day comes and you're all fancied up for him. Perfume put skillfully where it should be. You were R-E-A-D-Y.

• A knock raps at the door. Primo. You adjust yourself properly before he opens the door, singing your name.

• "My love" He grabs your waist tenderly and plants a kiss on your cheek. "I wish to savor you longer, but we do have plans. Let us leave". You nod, respecting his urgency. You hang onto his arm as you head to the ministry's more private dining area.

• The evening was spent with him telling you about his travels, sharing playful glances, and eating good food. Primo was one to pay attention to details. Especially food. There had to be some form of aphrodisiacs to give the mood some romance. Even though your love for him and his for you, was unmatched.

• There was nothing that could truly rival the part of the day when your longings reached its peak.

• "Have you missed me that much?" He says as the two of you walk the quiet, candlelit corridors to his room. You hum as his hand rubs your hips. "Tonight, I shall make up for that"

• As soon as his door closes, you two were on eachother like magnets. Barely making it to the bed. Kisses turned into passionate gazes while he gracefully stripped your clothes off, savoring you like he wanted to before. His long hair tickling your bare skin.

• "Ti penso ogni notte e giorno" he said into your lips. Moments like this was when he felt in his prime again. As a man of his age, he saved all of his strength to pleasure you. Taking you to the hilt as he worships every detail.

• His lovemaking always exceeded expectations. It was worth it to long for him every night.

Secondo / Papa Emeritus II

• It was your 2 year anniversary with Secondo.

• Initially, you told him you could plan something. But he was adamant about doing it himself and would suprise you.

• You didn't know what to expect, but Secondo was never one to disappoint.

• He takes you in a limousine to an undisclosed location. He's not in his usual robes, instead dawning a blazer, button up, and dress pants. Something was definitely different about what was going to happen.

• As he opens the door for you, you stand infront of downward staircase which lead to an underground nightclubs. Commonly used by the Papas to have more of their personal rituals in. This should be fun.

• After a few drinks, Secondo and you were certainly the life of the party. Dancing with no room left for Jesus. Bodies flush together as his thigh was pressed between your legs. The music was slow yet full of emotion.

• Tonight, there was nobody else but you on his mind.

• "Sei sexy" he whispered in your ear. "Mi ecciti...mi fai impazzire" his gloved hands guided your hips to move in sync with his. "I would take you right here and now in a heart beat if I could" his voice so sultry it made your knees weak.

• You've learned some Italian, so now was as good of a time as ever to use it to your advantage. "Cattivo papa~" you looked into his eyes while sliding your hands up his chest.

• He tilted his head back slightly and groaned. Hearing that come out of your mouth sent all the right reactions through his body.

• "I don't know if I can hold myself back any longer" he groped your rear roughly. His multi-colored eyes filled with carnal desire as the world around him disappeared.

• "Let's not waste any time then" You took him by the arm and left the club. He found it hard to keep his hands off of you whilst heading back in the limousine. Desperately kissing you, leaving you gasping for air as his mustache tickled your lip.

• The night was filled with never ending pleasure which lasted until morning. Making sure your body remembered every inch of his love. Bodies covered in sweat, and heartbeats slowing down. You and him fell asleep for the day.

Terzo / Papa Emeritus III

• Terzo had this day trip planned out for a while now. He made sure it fell on the right day on the right time. Tracked the weather just to make sure.

• He wanted to take you to a beach he frequented as a child. It would be perfect for a candle light picnic.

• Bought you two matching swimsuits just for the occasion. You quickly changed into it as Terzo was already wearing his half. As you step out of the changing tent, his eyes light up.

• "My lucifer. Antichrist. You look ravaging" he takes your hand and kisses up your arm. "Let's have fun today, sì?" You nodded.

• Most of the day you were walking hand in hand with him. Strolling as the waves hit your feet and the wind blew your hair. Until he dragged you into the water.

• He was an excellent swimmer despite his size. Showing off his skills as he swam around you and splashed water in your face.

• His arms wrapped around you as his chest pressed into yours. "Ready?" "Mhm". You take a deep breath as you and him submerge yourself under the water. You look at his hair weightless and floating in the water. The crystal blue waters surrounding you two as you sink and let your knees hit the sand.

• He had borrowed a breathing incantation spell from the library, with the help of the ghouls of course. You would be able to hold your breath longer whilst you were under the water.

• He lifts you up so that you stand on your feet. 'Trust me' he mouths. He couldn't speak underwater afterall.

• He shows you around all of the rock formations, fish swim past you nonchalantly as you are in complete awe of what your seeing. By this time, the both of you would have to come up for air soon.

• 'I love you' He mouths, pulling you into him. 'I love you, too' you push a few floating hairs out of his face. He smiles and presses his lips onto yours, closing his eyes. The both of you begin to float upwards as the kiss continues until you surface.

• Terzo dries you off with a towel as you lay back in a lounging chair. Drying your legs slowly as he has to leave a few kisses everytime he's done drying that spot in particular.

• "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you look in that bathing suit?" "Yes, I counted atleast 13" "Well did I ever tell you how amazing you'd look if you took it off slowly, and infront of me?"

Copia / Papa Emeritus IV

• Movie niiightt!!

• Gets the old popcorn machine from the basement to work so there's copious amounts of it for the both of you.

•Candy, sweets, drinks, anything you can name is laid out on the table.

• He has a specific system to how picking out movies would work. Your pick, his pick, your pick, then if there's time, the both of you decide on one.

• Since his room is very small and he doesn't really have a couch. He let's you sit on the bed while he sits on the floor. You rest your chin on his head while the movie begins to play.

• You almost ate all of the candy, just like he expected. The first movie was just ending and there was at least a few more to get through. Exhaling, you burrow you nose into his shoulder.

• He smells more fragrant than usual. He definitely has some cologne on. You sigh as you lightly massage his scalp. It didn't seem to bother him as his eyes were still glued to the screen.

• Your fingers trace down his neck to his shoulders. Kneading his shoulders gently. He let's out some small groans as he tilts his head to the side.

• "You're a little tense, hm?" He hums. Your fingers squeeze a little tighter, making him bite his lip. "You need to have better posture when working, Copia" your voice sends a shiver down his spine.

• "I know" he closes his eyes. Your lips trace down his neck, and his gloved hands visibly grip his sweatpants. "Easy easy. Just focus on the movie" "But-" "Focus"

• He tries his best to keep his eyes opened as your hands knead into his shoulder muscles. He thought it the worst had passed, but when you finally found a sweet spot, he tossed his head back and covered his mouth.

• "Oh my, looks like the second movie is just gonna have to wait" You sat yourself on his lap, back facing him as your hips pressed against him. "Me next"

• He eagerly felt up your back, rubbing circles tenderly until he found the most sensitive place and began to move his fingers more skillfully in that area.

• "Copiaaa" you whine as he gets rougher. "What's wrong, I thought you asked for this?" He stopped and pulled you in so that your back was pressed against his torso. "Too much?" He grabbed your hips and planted them firmly on his crotch. "Or not enough?"

[binniebakery]

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Soobin x Gn!Reader, established relationship, fluff, drabble

♡A/N: i'm back! was exceptionally soft while writing this.. my days have been rough so i needed some soobie smooches.. enjoy this small drabble while i work on something bigger for u guys!

♡Warnings: mentions of the L word, tooth-rotting fluff, making out in bed, not proofread!

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Heavenly" By Cigarettes After Sex

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——-˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹ 𐦍 ˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹——-

Soobin’s lips pressed against your neck in soft feather-like kisses, sending shivers down your spine. You let out an airy breath. His touch left your senses haywire, unable to control the way your hands gently roamed across his broad chest. You let your fingers trace the wrinkles of his t-shirt and the way his chest curves underneath it, memorizing the way he breathes as he hovers over you.

Meanwhile, Soobin is too lost in the scent of your skin, he lets his teeth graze the sensitive flesh that you offer by tilting your head to the side as you give him full access.

Each warm exhale he released heightened your senses further. Your eyes flutter shut and you release another shaky breath.

“I love you y/n.. so much..” he mumbles into your ear after licking a long strip from your collarbone to underneath your ear. You smile and rest your right hand in his hair, gently rubbing circles in his scalp before pulling him in.

“I- I love you too, binnie”

Though scarcely more than a whisper, Soobin catches every word of your confession.

Your boyfriend places his forehead against yours and you offer him a peck on the lips. You find yourself giggling as Soobin attempts to chase you for one more kiss. You let him win as his arms that were once holding him above your figure delicately reach to cup your cheeks and he clashes his lips against yours once more, passionately letting his feelings flow through the connection.

Soobin’s body presses against yours and you feel yourselves melt into the bedsheets underneath. He somehow manages to make sure his weight isn’t entirely on you despite being so lost in the way you let his tongue slip into your mouth

His kisses were always tender yet fervent. He couldn’t get enough of the way you molded perfectly into each other whenever your bodies connected. Hardly any words were spoken in these moments but when they were, it was something that came from only the depths of your hearts.

“Binnie..”

“Mm?” Smiling against his lips, you wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer.

“You always feel like home to me.”

Soobin pulls away and looks at you with that signature bunny grin, his dimples carving deeper into his cheeks. He doesn’t try to conceal the radiant glimmer in his eyes as your sweet words wash over him. His smile grows wider with every second your sentence lingers around his fast-beating heart.

Moments like these were like treasures sprinkled into Soobin’s hectic schedule. Any time alone with you was always just what he needed to bring color and rejuvenation to his soul when he felt dull and worn. You found solace in the silence of your bedroom, away from the outside world, with whispered promises and shared secrets belonging to only lovers.

“If that’s true, then it always feels like heaven when I’m with you,” Soobin whispers, swooping down to your soft lips for another passionate kiss before you can respond.

His large hands let go of your face and begin to trace down your neck, onto your shoulders, and down your arms. They find their way to your own hands and he intertwines them together, gently lifting your hands above your head as your kiss develops into something more than simply innocent declarations of love.

Your breath quickens and you sense your heartbeat increasing in intensity. The echoes of fervent kisses filling the air of your bedroom evoke a tight feeling in your stomach.

Soobin tilts his head in to deepen the kiss, desperately searching for a way to convey the intensity of his love for you. As you feel the sparks ignite between your shared contact of skin on skin, you find yourself appreciating these rare and intimate moments with your boyfriend more and more.

These memories, though short and simple, stay forever bound and imprinted with every touch and every lingering taste of warmth that will forever feel like heaven to both of you.

[megvmins]

moments with wind breaker men

some bf headcanons with my fav troublemakers.

includes: vinny, jay, dom, owen, joker

warnings: suggestive

author's note: I fell in love again and I need to share my Wind Breaker headcanons with the world. I wanted to add more but I might just do part 2 for the rest of the boys. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 🫶

VINNY: it's notoriously well-known that waking up sleeping Vinny is impossible unless he can smell something delicious or hear people talking about food. that being sad, it is also absolutely impossible to get out of his embrace in the morning. arms hugging your waist, his chin resting on the top of your head and your legs intertwined, there is nowhere for you to go. once Vinny actually wakes up, he plants a soft kiss on the top of your head (but if you mention him doing that he will deny it like his life depends on it) and only then will he let go. your favorite past-time has to be annoying him because his reactions are always priceless. for example when you two are brushing your teeth side by side and you end up pulling faces looking at him through the mirror. it's all worth it just to see him almost spit out his toothpaste and throw you a death glare that softens into a loving eye-roll. 

JAY: cooking with Jay is one of your favorite moments. if you weren't a good cook, Jay is the perfect teacher thanks to his patience, so even if you mess up he wouldn't get angry (but he might make the cutest puzzled expressions over the possible catastrophes you manage to create while working on a fairly straightforward beginner friendly recipe). those puppy-like faces just make u wanna smooch him and he definitely doesn't mind. that being said, he is frustratingly proper and won't just ditch the cooking for a make-out session (his mind is definitely running with ideas but his self-control is something to behold, unfortunately). he will just resume cooking, this time standing right behind you and guiding you through your second attempt. just know he knows what he's doing and that you did not learn anything while he was in such a close proximity and all you could think about was how nice it feels to be in his arms and that his shampoo smells amazing. 

DOM: everyone knows that Dom got really passionate about biking and now his mind is literally filled with it and nothing else. but exams are coming up and he is in great need of intervention to not repeat the year again. you'd think helping him study would be pretty straightforward but it's definitely not. half the time you just find him gazing at you with heart eyes and content smile. sometimes it's necessary to just bonk his head with your textbook to bring him back to earth. but can you blame him? he is just really curious about the new chapstick he saw you use. so to motivate him to study you have to bet something on the line and suddenly he is back to being the Mr. Passionate everyone knows him to be. it only takes the promise of a few kisses and his motivation is back in overdrive. 

OWEN: Owen is great at distracting you. if you are having a tough time or just need to do something to forget about your troubles for a bit, he is the best person to go to. he's going to search up places to take you to – pretty cafes that are absolutely instagram worth and shopping trip that will make your feet hurt and your closet overflow because he will not hold back. if he sees your gaze linger on something he is pushing it into your arms to try it. it's definitely not just a treat for you, don't be mistaken. he loves seeing you show off the items and bonus points if you need him to help you zip something up. he plays it all cool and suave but his fingers are shaking a little bit, he takes his sweet time with it and then he makes sure to send you a naughty smile with a compliment that makes you weak in the knees. 

JOKER: Joker isn't really a fan of having you attend his underground fights. it makes him uneasy, thinking he will scare you away and that you might be used against him if someone decides to look for his weakness. that doesn't stop you from showing up anyway and patching him up. at this point you are both used to this silent dance of you cleaning his cuts and cooling down his soon-to-be-bruises. when you finish up, he brings you closer between his thighs and hugs your midriff since he is usually sitting down before you and rests his head on your chest/stomach listening to your calming heartbeat. before he let's go he whispers soft “thanks.” and offers a faint barely there smile that somehow still manages to make your heart skip a beat. 

[bunmurdock]

How much do you think Matt would enjoy getting smooched all over his face and body? Not in the way where it leads to a very passionate night (though that would also be good), but in the “let me love you way” where every kiss on each bruise and scar and aching muscle has him melting. Where it ends with him pulling you into his arms and hugging you so tight, wondering how he got so lucky to have you in his life as you kiss his tear stained cheeks. For a moment in time, there’s no trouble or stress, only the person he has grown to love and who loves him back unconditionally.

gah! too soft 😣🥺

i think matt would love it more than he’d ever admit. at first, he’s tense, unsure of how to respond as your lips press gentle, soft kisses to every bruise, every scar, each aching muscle. but as you keep going—kissing his shoulders, his chest, his arms, all the places that have carried the weight of his battles—he starts to melt. you’re not rushing, not asking for anything. just loving him in the purest, most innocent way.

his breath hitches when you kiss the spot just below his jaw, and his arms wrap around you, pulling you close. he holds you tight, burying his face against your neck as you continue to kiss his tear-streaked cheeks, whispering little things that make his heart swell. for a while, there’s no pain, no chaos. just you, loving him, and him wondering how he ever got so lucky.

share your mm thoughts

[skyguytoast]

ANAKIN X F!READER (18+, oral sex female receiving)

Anakin closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, he savored the sultry scent of your passionate encounter, which still lingered in the air. He luxuriated in the sensation of having you so close, the way you surrendered to him completely, and how much you hungered for him. After a moment, he opens his eyes again, gently tucking a soft blonde lock behind his ear. 

"You're sticky..." He whispers, the corner of his lip curling into a mischievous smile, as his blue eyes, darkening with rekindled desire, trail down your thighs, his gaze drifting to the evidence of your shared  pleasure on your thighs.

"And whose fault is that?" you quip with a playful smile, your eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

Anakin grins, his hands moving to your waist, as he locks his gauze with yours. "Oh, you know..." he responds in a sultry tone, his voice sending delicious shivers down your spine.

His hands travel to the back of your thighs, and in one swift movement, he lifts you into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"We'll get you cleaned up," Anakin promises, his intense gaze making a shiver run through your body.

"Uhm" You hum lowly, letting Anakin carry you in his arms, he holds your body with one arm around your waist, while using the other to push everything on the table out of the way, some holomaps, which you should have been memorizing the coordinates for the next mission, the holopads, and even the lightsabers falling carelessly to the floor of the small study room in the Temple library, although neither of you seemed to notice. Not when Anakin was lying your naked body on the table, your garments long since discarded.

The table was the perfect height for what Anakin was about to do to you. He carefully placed you on the wooden surface, his hands finding the back of your thighs, spreading your legs in one fluid and firm movement.

He positions himself between them, standing above you as he puts his hands on your waist, his gaze trailing down the line of your body, his smile widening at the way you're already squirming before he even puts his hands on you.

"I'll take care of you..." He murmurs, in a low, husky tone.

"Uhm, aftercare, huh? Someone's caring today," you murmured softly, before biting your lower lip when Anakin threw one of your legs over his shoulder without warning.

Anakin chuckled softly as he placed his hand on your calf, his hands gently trailing down the back of your leg as he placed a small kiss on the back of your knee.

"I'm always caring for you..."

He replies, before placing a kiss on the inside of your leg, while his other hand is still resting on your waist, gently caressing the skin there.

"uhm, you fucked me in a moving speeder once, that wasn't very considerate of you" You reminded him, reminiscing about the moment, your lips curving with delight as you recalled the wind in your hair, the flashing lights of Coruscant's underworld, and the horrified stares of some, and the disdain of those who were used to that kind of display of affection, - there were more indiscreet couples than you when it came to lovemaking.

Anakin grinned, his warm breath tickling the inside of your thigh, as he placed another kiss, his hand gently trailing down the back of your thigh as he placed a small nibble near the fold of your leg.

"Oh, you can't complain about that time. You loved it." He retorted in a devious tone, as his tongue brushed over the sensitive skin for a moment.

"Maybe you have a point there..." You ponder, taking a deep breath to try and keep your heartbeat normal, although it seems almost impossible.

A hoarse laugh escapes Anakin's throat as he brings his hand up to your hip again, he places another smooch on the back of your thigh, this time very close to your cunt.

"I always have, my love..." He replies in a low tone, as his kiss warms your skin for a while longer, before he slips his tongue between your legs.

"Don't get cocky, Anakin," you retort, although your complaint falls on deaf ears as his tongue slides through your heat.

You feel Anakin smile against your soaking wet pussy, he takes his tongue to the sensitive spot that he knows makes you see stars, he begins to explore you with gentle movements.

He places his hand on the underside of your leg as he moves his tongue down, his mouth exploring you slowly as he enjoys the feel and taste of you. You throw your head back, your hair spilling over the table, your fingers tangling in his locks, pushing his face deeper as his tongue deliberately rubs against your clitoris.

Anakin draws his face away for a moment, receiving a little moan of frustration from you, before running his tongue around your entrance again, he puts his free hand on your waist to try to hold you in place, starting to tease you with gentle movements as he slowly eats you out. He lifts his head just a little to look at you, watching the expression of bliss on your face as he tries to get more sounds out of you, your breasts hardening with pleasure and the icy air cutting through the room.

"uhm, I must admit you know how to use your mouth, darling" You gasp, kneading your breasts sensuously, adding more fusion to the sexual equation.

Anakin presses another kiss to your lower lips as he lets out a low hoarse chuckle, his tongue running slowly over the area for a moment as he enjoys the deliciously depraved sounds you let out.

"Obviously, darling..." He replies in a wicked tone as he sticks his tongue out at you again, starting to speed up his thrusts as he tries to bring you to the edge again, he wants to feel you melting on his tongue.

"Cocky bastard!" you whimper, your thighs clenching involuntarily.

A small moan of pleasure escapes Anakin with your passionate move, his long fingers closing on your thigh, preventing you from pressing your legs together. He rolls his tongue around in you again, speeding up his rhythm, trying to give you as much pleasure as he can.

"You know you love it, love..." He whispers between tongue thrusts, his hand remaining on your thigh to try and keep you open for him.

"Fuck, I'm going to..., uhm" You moan wilfully, the pleasure clouding your mind to the point where you forget that you're not alone, and Obi Wan is still looking for some archives in the next room.

When Anakin hears the loud moan, he puts his hand over your mouth to try and muffle the sound while speeding up the movements of his tongue.

"Shh, love... we don't want Obi Wan to know about this..."

He murmurs in a low tone as he continues to deliberately lick and suck your clitoris, trying to keep a steady rhythm while seeming more amused than concerned about the pleasurable moans escaping from you.

You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, trying to stop yourself from whimpering, tears of pleasure running down your flushed cheeks as Anakin hits the sweet spot again and again, he plunges his tongue into your ocean like a thirsty man, drinking you like holy water.

When he realizes that you're almost at your limit, he intensifies the thrusts of his tongue, rubbing his thumb over your clitoris and applying a little pressure, trying to give you as much pleasure as possible.

"Don't try to hold back, love... Just let me take care of you..." He murmurs sultrily against your cunt, Anakin savoring the sight in front of him, his eyes roaming over your arched body as you inch closer to the edge.

It doesn't take long for you to melt into his mouth, your legs going limp as you reach your orgasm, your knuckles white from clenching the wood of the table to stop yourself from moaning.

Anakin stays in this position for a while longer, his tongue tracing your cunt, licking your juices, trying to collect every trace of your release, he almost hums as he indulges in the taste he knows so well.

After a few moments, when your breathing has seemed to calm down, he places one last kiss on your core before drawing away, a pleased look on his face, rubbing lazy circles on your hips.

"So good for me..."

You give an amused chuckle, pushing a couple of blonde strands away from his face, gently pulling Anakin closer. He hovers over you with a hug next to your body for support, you press your lips to his, your tongue slipping into his mouth, dancing in tune and tasting your own taste on his tongue.

[ifearzombies]

The Little ‘I Love You’s

Lucifer:

- Wakes you up early so you can have quiet moments alone with tea or coffee and food that Beel won’t have a chance to steal. - Brings you little things back from the human world when he goes. While he knows you want to stay where you are, he knows humans miss ‘home’ too. - Steals a smooch when no one else is looking.

Mammon:

- Steals from you less than anyone else. He can’t help his nature, but he avoids your room for items to steal as much as he can - On days you’re feeling down, he will interject and tell you that you’re doing something. He never tells you why, but it’s clearly to distract you. - Nights when you have nightmares he is always the one that hears you and comes to cuddle you and hold you. You don’t know how he always knows, but you’re glad all the same.

Leviathan:

- He’ll wait for you for the latest episode of whatever “has too long a title” anime he’s been passionate about. Fantasy is an experience, and it should be shared. - He makes you outfits you see in the shows you say you like. They’re made just for you- your size and shape despite him not having ever measured you. - His snack and ramen rations now include some of your favorites so that the next time Beel destroys the kitchen, you can come to him.

Satan: - He cleans his room on the nights you want to spend in his bed. Well. He makes a path and clears off the bed- but you can at least walk through the room and use the bed with him. - He has a shelf with just books he thinks you’ll like based on what you’ve told him. A mini library in his room for your quiet night time moments where you cuddle and read. - Like Lucifer he steals smooches when no one is looking. You will never tell him of this shared habit of theirs. Asmodeus: - He paints your nails and brushes your hair while he tells you how beautiful you are inside and out. He’s more complimentary when you’ve had a bad day - You are allowed to use his bath, even if you do not want him to join you. - He tucks a flower in your hair every chance he gets. Beelzebub: - He saved you a snack from his snack bag. He heard you mention you were craving it and wants to share it with you. - He carries you every chance he gets and uses that as an excuse to give you affectionate nuzzles. - He lets you climb him like a tree to sit on his shoulders to reach stuff and holds you steady. Belphegor: - He will go to demon form just to wrap his tail around you while you cuddle. - Invite you to the attic for what he and Beel call ‘Sandwich Cuddles’ and when you do, you get to use his favorite pillow - He makes it a point to drink stuff with high amounts of caffeine when you have plans to stay awake just for you. -------------------------------------------------------- MC: - On days Lucifer runs himself ragged and it’s his turn to cook, you message the household and say you feel like cooking. Lucifer knows why you do it and says a secret thank you once the meal is over. - You know Mammon can’t help but steal. You have a place in your room that you know Mammon looks through. You put some money in there whenever you see it empty. Mammon knows you do this and never steals from anywhere else in the room. - You show up for your anime-fest with pizza and drinks and bring your futon mattress so you can cuddle on it while you enjoy the fantasy anime together. - You bring a new mystery book with you every time you spend the night with Satan. You haven’t clued him in that Cat Mystery is a genre of mystery novels yet, but with each one you bring, he’s started to catch on. He’s eager for the next one. - You treat Asmo to a spa day and get facials and massages with him. You tell him that maintaining his beauty is a lot of work and he’s SO GLAD someone finally sees that!

- Beel is an easy man to please. The way to his heart is quite literally his stomach. It takes days of planning, but Beel always loves when you do a feast day and spend an entire day cooking to make enough food to make him full. He’s cried literal tears of happiness over it. It can only be done once a month, but the absolute pure joy in his eyes is worth it.

- You hold Belphie and tell him. He struggles so much with thinking you could never forgive him for literally killing you. But you hold him and tell him you love him. You run a hand through his hair and tell him you forgive him. And when he says he doesn’t deserve it, you remind him that forgiveness is a gift. And you gave it to him a long time ago.