#doll reader asks

[bernardsbendystraws]

bunny wants to tie a bow on matt/chris’ fingers and then have them fuck her with their 2 ribboned fingers 🤷🏽‍♀️

Yes. 🤗✨ and he’s all like “getting your pretty ribbons all messy for me, huh?”

[allimili]

Shadow Milk Cookie's reaction when Y/n Cookie spends more time with Pure Vanilla Cookie than with him

the supposed ask for this below!

[anto-pops]

Playing With Fire - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: “Maybe we should forget about waiting for the wedding. Maybe I should plant my seed early. Right here,” his rough, possessive fingers pressed down harder, making you quake violently. “That way everyone will know who you belong to.” 

Alternatively summarized as you try getting Sebastian's undivided attention by making him jealous, but he doesn't take too kindly to your methods...

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, Auror!Sebastian Sallow, Unspeakable!MC, explicit sexual content, possessive behavior, breeding kink, rough sex, voyeurism

Ahem... whatever this is, it's up on Ao3

There was no mistaking the murderous glint in Sebastian’s eyes as he dragged you through the hallway towards his office. Some Ministry workers stared, their eyes wide with alarm as the Auror manhandled you along behind him. Others whispered, because it wasn’t everyday that an Unspeakable such as yourself found themselves being bullied so brazenly. Everyone could see clear as day that something was going on between the two of you. 

But no one dared to move. No one wanted to risk piercing the suffocating silence that emanated from Sebastian. His pounding footsteps were louder than any verbal form of fury, anyway. 

It didn’t surprise you that he was acting like this. What he had seen you and your colleague discussing was important; top secret, official Ministry business that you were sworn to keep secret. Any information pertaining to the Veil in the Death Chamber was strictly prohibited from being reiterated outside of the Department of Mysteries. So when your fiancé had walked into the main hall of your workplace and spotted you and a coworker hunched over a table together– shoulder to shoulder and murmuring in low voices– of course his first reaction had been to get territorial. 

This was Sebastian Sallow, after all. He had never been the sharing sort, especially not when it came to you.  

You and your colleague clamming up upon his arrival probably hadn’t helped you look any less guilty, but that was what you’d been counting on. Besides, what choice did you have? The topic of discussion was classified. Your fiancé of six months knew that you weren’t at liberty to discuss your work– not like he could as an Auror. 

Still, that hadn’t stopped him from wordlessly yanking you away from your poor, terrified associate. Sebastian hadn’t made a noise the entire time he hauled you behind him through the Ministry towards the Auror offices. 

The door plaque with his name on it glinted mockingly as the man shoved it open, pulling you inside quickly before shutting it with a resounding boom. Before you could so much as blink, Sebastian had you shoved against his desk, pulling a gasp from your throat and sending a litany of parchment and other trinkets clattering to the ground. He didn’t so much as glance at the mess. 

No, he was too busy glaring at you as he peeled his coat from his shoulders. The attire was thrown harshly atop a small, cushiony chair in the corner of the room as if it had offended him somehow, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything about it. You were too busy analyzing the fire blazing in his dark, penetrating eyes. You had lit it, and you were now faced with taking the brunt of the heat. 

“What the hell was that?” Sebastian’s voice was gruff when he finally spoke, leaning forward to pin your hips to the desk with his own. “Since when did Unspeakables work so closely together with one another?”

“Sebastian, it was nothing. We were just discussing our findings–”

His face ducked lower so it was directly beside your ear, his warm breath fanning across your skin as his fingers dug into the curve of your waist. “Does ‘discussing findings’ have to be done in another man’s lap, or did I miss that addendum in my letter of employment? You were practically inside of him.” 

You inhaled sharply when Sebastian’s blunt nails raked up your sides, pulling your tucked shirt out of your skirt. “It was just work. You know I can’t talk about it with you–” 

“Maybe you should,” he growled, pulling back to grip your chin and force you to look at him. “Maybe I need to know what warrants such familiarity amongst Unspeakables. Did you want me to catch you like that? Were you secretly hoping that I would walk in and find you cozying up to some random man that wasn’t me?”

“No! Of course not– you’re blowing this out of proportion!” 

“Am I?” He leaned down again, brushing his lips against your jaw before his mouth curved up into a wicked smile. “I’m your fiancé. I’m the one you said yes to when I asked you to marry me. I’m the only man you should ever let get that close to you. Or do you not agree?” 

“Of course I agree, but I can’t help what happens when I’m at work–” 

Your excuses were silenced by Sebastian’s teeth suddenly clamping down on your earlobe, a startled hiss bursting from you before you could stop it. “Liar,” he whispered. “There’s this thing called professionalism. You could tell your colleague,” he spat the word venomously, his grip on your waist tightening, “that it’s inappropriate to discuss your findings so close together. You could remind the oaf that you’re engaged– that he doesn’t stand a chance with you, and that he should quit while he’s ahead.” 

Sebastian shifted his hips back and gave himself space to begin undoing the buttons of your blouse, his hands moving startlingly fast over the clasps. You hardly had the time nor the ability to stop him– not with how turned on you found yourself becoming. Some might say the man you were in love with was overbearing and possessive, and they would be right… but those facets of Sebastian’s character were parts of him that you relished in. 

Which was exactly why you had made sure to set the scene he had walked in on perfectly. 

You’d known your fiancé was coming to pick you up for your lunch break since he had been so busy with work recently. He had promised you last night that he would make his recent absence up to you at the first opportunity, but a lunch date wasn’t exactly what you’d had in mind. You had been hoping for this exact scenario the moment the two of you made it home in the evening. 

Sebastian forgoing waiting and dragging you to his office, though? That hadn’t been expected. He wasn’t even going to bother with waiting to stake his claim on you. 

And despite your nosy, fellow employees lurking around outside the door, you liked that he wasn’t waiting. A lot. 

You glanced down at your chest once Sebastian had yanked your blouse over your shoulders, discarding the attire over his shoulder roughly. He ripped your brassiere away next, instantly kneading one of your breasts in his large hand with dizzying possession. “Look at me,” he hissed, the authority in his voice compelling you to listen. Through your lashes, you could see the heady flush creeping across his cheeks as he stared down at you, his ruddy skin a byproduct of lust and rage. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.” 

You didn’t hesitate for a second before whispering, “You, Sebastian…” 

Your voice trembled meekly, your eyes fixed on his as you tried to play innocent in the face of his wrath. But he saw right through your ruse– he always did. 

“Tell me the truth, darling.” Sebastian demanded, his tone smokey and icy all at once. “You knew what you were doing back there, didn’t you?” 

That devilish smirk reserved solely for you appeared on his face– the one that promised ruin and domination. He knew you had planned for this. He was well aware that you had been upset with him for prioritizing work for the last two weeks. You had told him as much time and time again, but there was little either one of you could do about it. The Ministry demanded much from its two prize workers; when duty called, you both answered at the drop of a hat. It was an unfortunate side-effect of being the Hero of Hogwarts and the youngest Auror to ever be assigned his own team. 

Sebastian knew you as well as you knew him. He could read you like a book– was intimately familiar with the way your brain worked. Your shoddy attempt at appearing demure wouldn’t work on him. 

His impatience was made palpable when he pinched the peak of your breast between his index finger and thumb, wringing a whine from your throat that you struggled to keep quiet. “Y-Yes,” you finally answered, your voice catching. “Yes, I knew what I was doing.” 

“You like to play dangerous games, darling. Is this what you wanted? You wanted me pissed enough to ruin you here with all these people around?” 

No. You had hoped for your bold actions to result in Sebastian stewing in jealousy for the entire day, then driving him to ignore his office at home to give you some attention. The plan had been for this exact situation to transpire in the comfort of your own house. Not here. Not while the two of you were at work. “Not… exactly…” you croaked. 

He chuckled darkly, releasing your breast and your waist to free his cock from the confines of his trousers. The full length of him was already at play– the tip leaking violently and bulging veins conveying his excitement well enough. He reached up to shove at your shoulder, guiding you back against the desk quickly and mercilessly, “Yeah, I’m sure you thought you had it all figured out, huh? Too bad I can guess every move of yours before you make it.” 

His cock glistened in the office light as he gathered the fabric of your skirt into a messy heap below your navel, holding it there as he slapped his length against your wet folds. “So don’t argue with me when I give you exactly what you wanted, darling.” 

The blunt head pressed against your dripping entrance, the pressure driving your heart into your throat as you stared up at Sebastian with wide eyes. He flashed you another sinful smirk before shifting forward, driving the entirety of his length inside of you in one fluid motion. 

You gasped– no, cried his name as he breached you. It was so sudden. So deep, so thick, so overwhelming, that your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you struggled to adjust to the abrupt intrusion. The sound of your voice would likely carry. The people milling about outside of Sebastian’s office could probably hear you, and maybe some of them were even listening in considering the spectacle they had witnessed leading up to this moment. 

But you didn’t care. You couldn’t care. All you could focus on was the feeling of his cock stretching you open after two long weeks of forced celibacy, and you loved it. 

Your walls fluttered and clamped down on him, wringing a groan from Sebatian’s throat that intermingled with your panted breathing. “So tight…” he groaned, hunching over you as he planted both of his hands on either side of your waist. “You like this, don’t you, love? Making me watch you fawn over some other bloke just so you could end up under me, stuffed full of my cock?” 

Your eyes were half-lidded when you met his unwavering stare, your lips parted around shaky exhales and soft mewls. Then you nodded, no longer interested in trying to uphold your innocent facade. “Yes…” 

Sebastian’s eyes flashed, and then he was straightening his spine so he could lend his full strength to his movements. The first jerk of his hips had his cock punching into you so roughly that you cried out again, and you felt his nails bite into your skin in response to the sound. “No one could ever have you like this,” he grunted in-between thrusts, raking his fingers down your sides and leaving angry, red welts in their wake. “No one could ever fuck you the way I do. Isn’t that right? Tell me.” 

“Yes,” you gasped, your back arching off the desk when you felt him plant his thumb against your clit, circling the nub rapidly as he pounded into you. “Only you– there’s only you, Sebastian.” 

“Damn right there’s only me,” he echoed wickedly, his lust-dark eyes narrowing at you as he watched you writhe around atop the wood. Pleased with your confession, he angled his hips just so, aiming for the area inside of you that he never failed to find with stunning proficiency. It didn’t take long– barely half a second– and then your body began to tremble in response to his assault on that magic spot. The head of his cock kissed against it over and over, and coupled with his unrelenting attention on your bundle of nerves, you felt tension take root deep in your gut. “You’re mine, darling. There’s a band on your finger that proves it.” 

Your moans turned high-pitched, and your fingers dug into the wood of the desk as you desperately tried to ground yourself. “S-Sebastian– fuck– I can’t–”

The lone hand on your waist shifted so it was splayed across your lower stomach. Sebastian grinned maniacally as he applied a careful amount of pressure there, forcing you to feel every inch of his cock as he hammered into your cunt with feral intention. It knocked the air clean from your lungs– your breathless gasps of his name suddenly quiet enough that you knew he was the only one who could hear them. 

“Maybe we should forget about waiting for the wedding. Maybe I should plant my seed early. Right here,” his rough, possessive fingers pressed down harder, making you quake violently. “That way everyone will know who you belong to.” 

Fuck– it was too much. His dirty, shameless talking, the brutal thrusts against the deepest parts of you, his thumb moving ceaselessly over your clit. It was overwhelming– all of it threatening to send you careening over the edge even though you didn’t want a second of the euphoria to end. 

Sebastian’s nails dug into your skin– right above where he knew your womb was– branding you with crescent shaped imprints that made your stomach lurch with arousal. You weren’t walking out of here without marks, that was for certain. Markings from the man you were set to marry would litter your flesh for days to come, and that thought made the tension in your gut amplify tenfold. 

“S-Sebastian,” you whimpered, lifting a shaky hand to grasp the one he had splayed against your stomach. “I– I love you, I’m sorry– I love you–” 

He groaned when your walls fluttered around his cock. It was as though your body was trying to swallow him deeper– sucking him in further as you neared your blissful precipice. “You can’t do that anymore, darling,” he leaned down, capturing your lips with his briefly before biting down on your bottom lip. “No more taunting me like that. No more.” 

You nodded helplessly beneath him as he rammed his hips into you for emphasis, tears of pent-up pleasure quickly welling in your eyes. “I won’t. I promise, I won’t– please, I’m so close–”

Sebastian’s thumb pressed harder against your clit, circling the nub too fast and too firmly for you to think straight. Your legs kicked out on either side of him at the overstimulation, your voice falling off into a sharp, strung out sob as you continued to plead brainlessly. 

“Please, Gods, please–” 

His lips were directly against your ear when he growled, “Go on, love. Come for me. I want you drooling and crying– too full of me to even fucking walk.” 

Sebastian never relented as you crept closer to the brink. His thrusts turned brutish, faster, and more unforgiving as he furiously worked his thumb over your bundle of nerves. The animalistic grunts he let loose were laced with a tangible hunger that finally caused the knot in your stomach to snap. 

And it snapped hard. 

All at once, your body seized. Your back arched off the desk and pressed against his chest, a ragged moan ripping from your throat and echoing throughout the room so loudly that it left little room for interpretation to any listeners outside. Your walls clamped down on his cock like a vice– your cunt milking his length as though it never wanted to let him go. Your fluids soaked his trousers as your thighs trembled, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you and leaving you a boneless, twitching mass atop the desk. It was utter rapture. 

But Sebastian didn’t stop. 

“So fucking perfect,” he growled, his breath hot against your cheek before he stood straight again. “But I’m not done yet.” 

His ferocious pace never wavered as he resumed his earlier upright position; one hand on your stomach and the other maddeningly focused on your clit. Sebastian kept pounding into you, letting you ride out your climax while forcing your body into another, knocking the wind from you with such fervor that it bordered on cruel. Your hips twitched in a feeble attempt to escape the overstimulation, but the hand on your lower midriff kept you firmly in place. 

“S-Sebastian, wait,” you whined, squeezing your eyes shut against the persisting pleasure he bestowed upon you. “I-It’s too much–” 

“You’ll be fine. You wanted this, remember?” He slammed into you again, laughing breathily when you dug your nails into the top of his hand. “I’m just giving you what you indirectly asked for, darling.” 

Merlin– you had bitten off way more than you could chew. 

You sobbed, the sound laced with both pain and pleasure as your body went limp beneath him. Overly sensitive. Helpless. He was going to make you regret goading him into such a frenzy. 

The sordid sound of Sebastian’s hips slapping against your wet cunt was sloppy. His finger moved in every direction over your clit, the slickness covering every inch of your lower half making the pad of his thumb slide all too easily around the nub. Every time he made direct contact with it, you jolted. Senseless noises fell from your lips as you were brought to orgasm once again, more evidence of your arousal gushing around Sebastian’s cock and staining his clothes, but he hardly paid it any mind. 

Evidently he had more pressing matters to focus on.

His head tipped forward, a guttural moan tearing from his throat and reverberating through you as he endured your walls tightening around him. It was like nothing could throw him off, his tempo withstanding the feeling of your body sucking him in greedily, the force of his thrusts causing your shoulder blades to scrape against the wood of the desk. Mussed strands of his hair fell into his eyes when he looked back at you, his pupils blown wide, and his lips parted around a telling gasp of your name. 

After what seemed like an eternity of brutal overstimulation, Sebastian slammed home deep before finally stilling. He buried himself in your cunt all the way to the hilt as he panted hard, pressing down against your stomach with enough force that you groaned– and you were certain he could feel himself emptying his load inside of you. At least, you certainly could. The hot spurts of his seed scorched you all the way to your core before it started to seep out and drip onto the floor. The sound of it escaping your ravaged center prompted Sebastian to grind against you– trapping his oozing spend in your body with his own. 

How the hell were you supposed to go back to work after this? 

The feeling of his fingers ghosting over your cheekbone pulled your heavy eyelids apart, and you were met with your fiancé drinking in the sight of your fucked-out expression with sinful male satisfaction etched across his face. His gaze flicked down towards your left hand, and he gingerly lifted it towards his lips to kiss the diamond studded gold band around your ring finger. All you could bring yourself to do was hum questioningly, your mind still too frazzled to form a proper sentence. 

“I think we need to recall the wedding invitations we sent out…” 

That snapped you out of your post-coital stupor quicker than a lightning strike. What did he mean, recall? 

Surely he wasn’t implying he wanted to cancel it. 

Had you fucked up worse than you’d imagined by taunting him? Was he calling off the wedding? Had your selfish urge to get his attention ruined your future with him before it had even started? Your eyes went wider than saucers, and your voice was tight when you croaked, “What? Why?” 

Sebastian’s grin was equal parts reassuring and terrifying. He ground his still-solid cock into you again to wring a strangled gasp from you, the squelching sound making you flush from the top of your head all the way to the tips of your toes. “Because I don’t think I want to wait until spring anymore. The sooner I can make you mine, the sooner I can spend all of my spare time trying to fuck a baby into you. That is, if I haven’t already… that would really keep other men away, wouldn’t it?” 

You glanced down to where his pulsing length was still sheathed in your cunt– its unwavering hardness a testament to how Sebastian was nowhere near finished with you. He pulled back before ramming his hips against you again, forcing a startled, pleasure-induced yelp from your throat. When you looked back up at him, you found that the fire in his eyes from earlier was burning brighter than ever, inextinguishable in its intensity. 

Oh, gods. You’d really done it now. 

[tra1nchi]

Hi, haven't played Bloodborne n don't really remember the lore but hear me out

So, the reader whom is a big ass monster in Yharnam, the hunter REALLY needs to pass through him cuz he can't fight him (reader is asleep btw). Tries to be sneaky and shit but fails when he was bout to reach the exit, reader wakes up and fucks hunter silly cuz he woke him from his beauty sleep and cuz reader hasn't got any action recently :3

MINORS DNI!! top beast male reader,,Monsterfucking,,size diff,,blood,,

You had forgotten everything from when you were human,,stuck in the endless loop of the thirst of blood,,you were bigger then most beasts,,was it from the amount of blood you used to take as a human? You never knew,,

The one human trait you held onto however was the urge to indulge in intimacy,,but every human that would come into contact with you would never satisfy you,, they would either try to kill you, run away or the craziest would try to worship you like you were a great one,, all three types would end up with you killing them,,

The good hunter was one that would manage to survive you,,He ran out of blood vials quickly in his descent into your cave,,all the bodies he searched held nothing but bullets,, no blood vials in sight

He could hear your breathing as he grew closer to the main part of the cave,,he knew he needed to get past you to access the passage way that you lay infromt of,,Instead of risking a fight that he would surely loose,,he relented to sneaking behind your slumbering form,,

He managed to get surprisingly far,, so close to the other opening of the cage before he felt your claws on the back of his jacket,,he didn't know how he didn't hear you getting up!! He fully expected you to just bite his head off and he would return to the dream,,

But you didn't,,you shoved his puny body underneath yourself,,he vould feel your heavy breaths on the back of his head,,your claws ripping his heavy clothing in the process of keeping his squirming body down,,

He thought you would give him a slow and painful death,, typical,,but he felt something against his thigh,,his cheeks flushed under the cloth of his mask,,he had never encountered a beast that would rather fuck then kill,,but he wasn't opposed to it,,maybe you were both very pent up

Fucking him so deeply that he couldn't help but let out squealish moans,, your giant claws holding his small waist as your cock hits far inside of him,, practically reaching his guts >□<

Biting down on his neck and drawing blood,,licking it up like you were addicted to the substance,,and soon enough addicted to him,,addicted to how the small human toon you so well,,breaking down the hunter into a simple fuck doll for you,,

He enjoys it throughly,,his own cock pathetically leaking cum from how many orgasms he had gone though,,every thrust you made inside made him feel like he was going to exllode with each one!!

[yandere-daydreams]

Does the Neuvillette sex bot have two

tw - rough sex, slight oviposition, marking.

...he has the attachment stations for two, but what there's going to be two of depends on your preference. the potential is there, though.

in my mind, at least, he's a refurbished morax-droid - not quite as impressive as the original archon model but meant to fill a similar niche for those who prefer stoic older man with not-so-subtle inhuman traits. he doesn't have zhongli's history, but what he lacks in fun historical facts about whatever area you're passing through, he makes up for in quiet observations and a tongue long enough to wrap around your wrist, and users are pleased to find that his more animalistic tendencies are still very much in tact. it is recommended that you only use one of his attachments at a time, but if you're going to insist, you'll get to hear his resounding purr as he takes you by the hip and guides you onto his cocks, letting you scratch and claw at his chest while you struggle to take him. for especially courageous users, his kit comes with optional egg-like insertions that can be loaded into one or more of his attachments, but they're known to make his behavior a little... unpredictable. he won't break any bones, but if you have something to do the next day that involves, say, moving your legs or having more unblemished skin than not, you should probably save it for another time.

[ashen-char]

actually can’t stop thinking about mafia!reader now.

like they’re the picture of I do bad things and I’m very good at them. and their line of work is violent and ugly and messy but around anora they just m e l t. they’re just so soft with her and so gentle and they just want to take care of her and make sure she has a good life and everything she deserves.

idk what echelon of mafia u guys are imagining for reader (personally i think being too lower down and goon/muscle territory is too igor for the dynamic? 🤔) but like... crime boss reader being so used to bossing people around and ani won't have that. you slip up one day and tell her to go do something "and make it snappy", even snapping your fingers. she'll quirk an eyebrow like "are you sure you wanna talk to me like that?" and you know you're done for. apologising like crazy even in front of the others. punishing anyone if they laugh about it, you don't mess around about your girl.

spoiling anora with dirty cash 😍 turning up at her door with blood on your suit, and a huge bouquet of roses. ani chastising you for not cleaning up and fixing your tie. her yelling and kissing all over your face when you gift her a stolen car. the lipstick stains as red as the bloodddd

tbh i'm thinking about when ivan was joking about how he made enough money to live in the mansion and she just went "oh ok cool 🥺" at him being a big guns dealer/drug dealer. anora's no questions asked, a ride or die, you treat her right and that's all she cares about. AND OF COURSE the way she stomped in when igor was breaking glass in the candy shop, she doesn't give a shitttt. she'll back you up any day, hell she'll cuss out your men for you.

rough people up to make your bread? no judgement. she'll rub your shoulders and let you complain about your day as if you're working a normal 9-5. (she does tell you to leave the mom and pop shops alone though, and you're a softie for her so you do). she's your secret weapon. ani will mingle and overhear for you, hear the gossip that everyone's afraid to say to your face. whisper if someone talked behind your back and help you eliminate them, power couple

ALSO ALSO i'm just all for spoiling ani w money you actually got urself, fuck ivannnn.

[krirebr]

In LBAL when Bambi starts settling and coming into the ~loving Curtis’s job of it all ~ will Curtis give her a new nickname?

Oh, I love this question! And I had some thoughts. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Mob enforcer!Curtis Everett x female reader (from Luck Be a Lady)

Word Count: ~650

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

Warnings: Mob AU, references to smut, references to violence, references to criminal activity, light angst All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

You're at the club the first time it occurs to you. You've actually gotten Curtis out on the dance floor, a rare break from holding court with Andy in the VIP section. He's got a beer in one hand, the other snaked around your pelvis from behind, holding you tight as he grinds against your back. "Bambi," he growls into your ear.

You pause your movement as the thought hits you, just for a moment. Bambi. That babe in the woods. Is that really who you are anymore? You look around at the club that's become a second home, the now-familiar guards that pepper the perimeter, the VIP section up above that houses the most feared man on the coast, a man that some days you would go as far as to call a friend. You see the world so much more clearly now. You understand how it all works. The person you were the first time he called you that feels so far away.

But then Curtis's hand drifts a little lower. His grinds become a little firmer. His breathing gets a little heavier. All thoughts about anything but how his body feels against yours fly out of your head.

The next time you think of it, you're kneeling on the bathroom floor in the home you share with Curtis, bandaging up his hand as he sits on the closed toilet seat. He'd split his knuckles open on some thug's cheekbone earlier in the night. He's debriefing with Andy on speaker phone, strategizing next steps. Neither of them are concerned about how much you might overhear. Some scared little Bambi wouldn't do this, would she?

You're collapsed on the bed, Curtis breathing heavily above you, holding himself up only enough to make sure you aren't crushed, as you both come down from your orgasms. He tucks his head into your neck and breathes out, "Bambi," into your skin.

It's only because your brain hasn't fully come back online yet that you ask, "Why do you still call me that?"

He pauses his nuzzling and slowly draws back so he can look you in the eye. "Huh?"

"Bambi. Why do you–" You take a breath. You don't know why you're suddenly so emotional, but this feels important. "Is that how you still see me? You said, that first night, that I was just getting my legs under me. Haven't I done that now? Haven't I shown you? I belong here now, don't I? Haven't I proven that?"

He looks down at you, confused. "What else am I supposed to call you?"

"I don't know, my actual name, maybe?"

He immediately scowls at that and you let out an irritated huff in response. He isn't taking you seriously.

But he clearly sees your annoyance and sobers. He's quiet as he searches your face, gathers his words. "Bambi," he starts, "is what I named you. I did it to show everyone, including you, that you were mine. I did it to show you that you do belong here, with me, wherever I am. It's not something for you to outgrow, or to prove. It's my name for you, because you're mine, only mine. You'll never belong to anyone else, be called anything else. Just my Bambi. Forever."

He carefully leans down to place the gentlest kiss on your forehead, then shifts his weight onto one forearm so that he can use his other hand to stroke your cheek. The look in his eyes is so serious that you don't dare doubt him. As always, it takes your breath away. It isn't just the words he said, but the ones he didn't, too. This name, the act of giving it to you, was a promise, not just that you'd always belong to him, but that he'd belong to you, too. How could you ever want to be called something else?

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[bernardsbendystraws]

doll!reader who gets an attitude with chris so he ties her to a chair and straps a vibrator to her and then leaves to go watch a movie with his brothers and she can’t make a noise at the risk of them hearing

(idk why but doll!reader is giving me some ungodly smut ideas)

That’s hot as fuck? Absolutely??? And and and…it’s just a warmup….the night is still gonna be starting by the time Chris gets back to her….and he adoresssss how her long lashes are messily coated with stripped mascara that runs down her cheeks….

[bunny-witch-bitch]

Can you imagine how convenient a butler would be?

Especially if he was infatuated with you.

all you’d have to do to be essentially worshipped would be to ring a bell.

“Yes Mistress?” He’d say, trying to calm his heart down from simply being in your presence.

“Would you do my laundry for me please? I want to go take that bath you just drew for me.”

And of course he’d be happy to. Honored, even that you chose him to sort through items you wore every day.

Items like your underwear…still warm from your thighs.

And it’s not like you’d know, of course. That your servant was sitting on a bed and huffing the scent of your pillow while he touched himself. His leaky red cock covered by the lace of your panties. He’d do your laundry after he was done! They were just so…warm..and fresh.

It wouldn’t be surprising if he spent his off days buying underwear and imagining they belonged to you. Wailing and pleading for you to sit on him and punish him at some random hotel. Poor, pathetic, slut.

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNNYY!!

reader jumpscare, im still aliveeeeeee :D

AWWW BTCH??? THIS IS SO SO CUTE OH MY GOODNESS THE COLOR PALLET ALONE IS PRECIOUS

Now I need to finish my tim drake plush project so I can give him a Cardinal outfit ASAP-

Once again, you deliver absolute masterpieces everytime and holy shit im gonna c r y this is so so sweet i love you

[kailysander]

Am I alone in finding Azrael x Vas so compellingly hot. For some reason the dynamics really are there for me. In a morally bankrupt manipulative way.

Can’t get over the fact that Azrael saw Vas, said he was “born wrong” and creepy, tricked him into microdosing a bit of humanity and suggested he start stanning satan. What does he want????

Also Vas is such a delightful little shit - it’s nice to see him not on top of things and from the perspective of much more powerful angels like lucifer and Azrael

HAHAHA you are definitely not alone in this. I do think Azrael is one of the hottest characters in the comic.

He’s an intensely morally grey character, and as the embodiment of death he’s meant to come across just as cruel as he is kind. Does death have reason? Hard to say.

Vasariah is a very insignificant angel… I think in Act 1 it’s easy to see how, from Lorne’s perspective, he can come across as a more powerful being than he actually is. Amongst his own kind? Dude’s not even important enough to get a direct meeting with his boss(es).

I do think the inherent power dynamic between the two is especially compelling, and it’s clear that Azrael is more aware that it’s something that can be abused than Vasariah.

P. S. Should make it clear that while I sometimes refer to Azrael and Vasariah as uncle/nephew, this is more of a shorthand to describe their relationship & closeness in regard to Angel hierarchy. They do not consider themselves to be “related” or “family,” and this description should not be taken more seriously than priests/nuns referring to each other as brother/sister.

That being said, I’m extremely open to people exploring relationships between my characters (within reason!), whether that be romantic, sexual, familial, etc. I tend to play with these a lot in my head and find them very interesting.

[seraphimaa]

HAARLEP N*S*F*T ALPHABET

Below cut, of course.

Warnings: somnophilia, unhealthy relationships, danger, brief mentions of noncon

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This was one of the best parts, for Haarlep. This was the only moment that they could relax and bask in the euphoria of feeding on your body, the maddening hunger gone from their mind. This was also the time that you were, like him, at your most vulnerable. He’d always tend to your needs because he knew that by being a reliable comfort to you at these times, he strengthened the trust you gave to him and it deepened his grip on you. He’d carry you to the bath and clean you up, dress you in a pretty slip and carry you back to bed, whispering sweet nothings to you the whole time. He’d be so gentle and loving because he knew that this was the way to earn your devotion to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

When he is in the form of Raphael I think he actually does kinda like the horns. They make him look powerful. When he wears your form he loves your feet. It’s not weird…well I mean it’s Haarlep so it’s always kind of weird, but he just loves how small they are. It’s different, to him. They are just to delicate and he loves how they curl when he makes you feel good. When it comes to you, I think he loves your mouth. Again, it’s always going to be a little weird but he likes it in an innocent sense too. Your tongue is smooth and unforked - also something fun and new he likes to study and explore. This little mouth was capable of bringing him to the peak of pleasure, but also of making mean but oh so funny jokes, and praising him, and engaging him in amusing and conversation. This little part of you sparked so much chaos! He likes your mouth because it always seems so enjoyable, whatever you decide to use it for.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

(I want to start by stating one of the saddest lore facts. No Haarlep cum for us womb havers:( the little demon spawn he’d plant in you would most definitely kill you, according to lore, but I will be the first to admit that I’d 100% die happily to demon cum because my breeding kink would always override my self preservation lol).

As above, I want to believe that Haarlep would love to bury himself as deep as he could fit inside of you, pressing against your womb and pumping you full of his seed, desperate to breed you and corrupt your womb with his spawn but assuming you don’t want to die terribly, idk maybe the funky little guy has a potion or spell or something to spare you that future. He’d change to your form and offer to finger and lick it all out after but that would be a risk you’d be willing to make.

If he wasn’t looking to turn you into a doomed vessel for his child, and didn’t have a solution then I think the next best thing would be cumming all over your ass or tits. He liked changing to your form and licking off of you while you squirmed and watched

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

A depraved part of him howls that he has to take your soul and turn you into his pretty doll. He denies it because he knows it’s better to have a long term investment but he can’t deny that the idea of having you living corpse, completely at his mercy and he could do whatever he wanted, go as hard as he wanted to, and you’d never break, drove him wild. You’d make such a submissive, pretty doll for him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like this is kinda obvious for Haarlep at first but remember how long he spent rotting in the boudoir. Extremely experienced but, perhaps, feeling slightly out of practice for a while. If you’d be so kind as to give yourself to him, you’d both thoroughly enjoy the journey of self rediscovery where he reminds himself of what he enjoys and exactly how good he is at it all.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Gods, he loves them all. Each delicious in their own way, and he makes it his mission to fuck you in every position and location he could ever dream of.

His favourite though, is when you ride him, shuddering and locked in his gaze. So long he spent topping Raphael and dedicated to his pleasure that this position holds so much significance to him. He is now the master who can recline back and be worshiped by their doting pet. Although you sit atop him like a queen, you both understand that he is the one in control, so in control of you that here you were, continuing to pleasure him on your own will. Here, he could also study your face and all the interesting ways it moved at each slide of him inside of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Again, he’ll tailor his behaviour to fit your needs and personality. There’s an intensity there and he views the act of fucking you as the same as laying claim to your wretched little soul but that doesn’t mean he can’t have fun and make you laugh at the same time. Your slow destruction didn’t have to hurt. You would enjoy every second of it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think he has stubble but it’s a cosmetic choice rather than a lack of grooming. Haarlep is dedicated to nothing other than looking their best and preening.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Again, this is when your are most vulnerable and Haarlep would not hesitate to flood you with intimacy and affection, if that’s what you desire. Haarlep will play whatever role you want because all that matters is that you feed his sexual hunger and that it feels good. If this makes you feel happy then he will give it you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Haarlep is almost always getting himself off somehow. When he first took l your form, it was so constant and overwhelming that you had locked yourself in your bathroom for days straight, able to do nothing more than join him desperately in hopes of release and ride the barrage of pleasure. If you were keeping yourself from him for too long, in his humble opinion, he found that if he brought you both to the edge and held you there long enough, you’d always come back to him desperate and feral. He loved you like that.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Somnophilia. Like the ancient incubus history with sleep paralysis and dream control, I think Haarlep would love to probe your mind while you slept, seeping it with his own depraved thoughts and playing with you while you are innocent and unaware.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Everywhere and anywhere. His beautiful and depraved imagination is unmatched in all the realms his words not mine. Don’t worry, though, he will get to them all with you, eventually. His favourite is anywhere where there’s an audience. He loves to show off his treasure, they deserve to be witnessed and admired by all. He also loved the effect it had on you. You got so shy and bashful. It was so cute!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Almost anything if he thinks about it enough, let’s be honest. I guess worth mentioning is reluctance, innocence and brattiness. He loved the challenge and he would no doubt be able to tame these things in you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Brutal non-con. Don’t get me wrong, in the right situations, as an incubus he’s depraved enough to see the appeal of anything but as a standard of incubus and succubus culture, this was taboo. If you could not manipulate your prey into submission or at least break their mind with your charm then you didn’t deserve the feast. Incubi were not built for combat.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

They are all wonderful but I mean, can I just point out the obvious that he would LOVE to use your form and sixty nine you. It was so overwhelming that you’d passed out from the reverberating echos of pleasure the first time so they didn’t do it often but every time they did was like a little present. Breaking you was so fun!

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Again, he will give you whatever you want. Your pleasure is his pleasure.

Totally up to him? He pin you down, and fuck you into the mattress until you were babbling and drooling.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sex is a gift in any form but they much prefer to take their time with you. Such a delicious little treat should be savoured. The longer your ruin was, the harder the high after would be. He’ll always satisfy you in the end.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hahahahahahahahaha.

Put it this way, he will fuck you anywhere, fuck anything as you and make you fuck anything that either of you want.

He is every monster fuckers dream come true. Want to try centaur cock? He’ll do it for you and you’ll feel everything. Hell and abyss beasts alike, whatever either of your depraved minds dream up and even better, I’m sure his venom would make it possible to let you have a go too!

In all honesty, if you’re ever likely to die by Haarlep’s doing, it would probably be suspended from a cock he had assured you that you could take. Oops!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

For Haarlep, sex is less of an act and more of a constant state of existence. Rare would it be that one of you isn’t teasing or playing with the other. After you finish, the rest your time is spent, in his perception as simply building up to the next climax when he’d pounce and take you again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Anything that can be stuffed inside of you, or him, humped or stimulate you in any way will no doubt be used against you at some point. He loves being inventive and finding new and exiting things to torture you with!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He will literally bring you to the brink of insanity with his cruel unfairness. He is more than to happy to hold you there for hours, or days, or weeks, his venom able to fuel your cruel torture will unbearable pleasure. Don’t worry, in the end he always makes it worth it and all the tears and screaming will be rewarded with the highest of peaks. You’ll get what you deserve as soon as you earn it his word not mine.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He will grunt and growl and hiss like an angry crocodile when you make him feel particularly good. He is, however, far more interested in basking in the noises he brings out of you. He loves to hear you pledging you love and devotion to him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s a feral little biter. When he feels good or even just has a little flood of emotion, his go to response is to nip and bite at you. He loves it when you return the favour. It’s normal to be relaxing than chomp. He loves seeing his teeth bruised and dented into your soft skin.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I feel like his cock is definitely generous in size. It’s thick, and long and intimidating. It’s the same colour as the rest of him, flushing to a dark purple hue near the tip. I like to think his cock would have sharp, delicate ribbing and texturing around the length that would sting and drag pleasurably inside of you. Probably has an evolutionary purpose of removing another’s seed or something idk. I like to think his demon dick would have a small knot at the base, since they were designed to feed and breed, after all. Like for these headcanons I can’t argue them through lore. I just think it. Because it’s hot. Shoot me.

I like to imagine he’s always on the spectrum of “half mast” to “full mast” always half at alert and ready for more fun.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sorry, but again can I, hahahaahahaha.

He’s the embodiment of lust and sexual hunger. Go figure. Even in innocent moments that depraved beast is always in him and seeking its next meal.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think Haarlep spent so much time sleeping before, passing time in the house of Hope, that after you ignited his passion again he rarely slept anymore. He’d like to watch you sleep, though. He liked to play with himself and get you off while you did or just probe himself into your slumbering subconscious, watching what your wandering mind conjured.

[yandere-daydreams]

prithee tell us about android cyno? for science?

tw - nsfw, voltage play, bondage.

he would be for science tho!!! because he's a scientist!!! or, he's adjacent to scientists, at least - designed as a more protection-oriented droid like Ganyu and Xiao and marketed towards researchers with too much fieldwork for an lab droid like Alhaitham in environments too harsh for Tighnari. he's built to last with a reserved personality to ensure he's not too much of a distraction while you're trying to get work done (his fondness for awful jokes came later on, with his first patch post-release as a response to a few early users' complaints that his stoicism made things too awkward). despite his, uh, travel-friendly proportions, he's more than capable of throwing you over his shoulder and hauling you away from your desk when he decides you should be done for the day, and most androids will take to any hobby you suggest, but your Cyno has an affinity for table-top card games that no amount of coding could possibly account for.

as for more specialized features, he might not have the gentlest touch, but he's one of a handful of bots with the ability to channel pulses of electricity through his fingertips - something that's reassuring when walking through the city at night and heavenly when he's got you on his lap, split open on his cock while his hands wander wherever you need to be touched. he's got multiple modes, too; switching between a service top with plenty of praise and doting affection, and a dead-quiet hard dom with a glint of something violent in his eyes and claws that'd be just as suited to an unmodified Morax droid at his user's request. he's supposed to be part of a pair, but you find that he gets by on his own, and when he's got your hands tied behind your back and a gag stuffed into your mouth, when he's kneeling above you with his eyes narrowed and your blood glinting off of his canines, it's hard to picture making him share you with anyone else <3

[softlymaximoff]

can i request a mood board of a 50 shades version of wanda maximoff and make it wlw ✨

Mommy’s little spoilt doll

Tags: @aggieslittlebunny @wandasdove @huggingkoalas @wandasaura @ageofevermore @wandamaximoffbae @gemxolio

[krirebr]

Can we get a little bit about Curtis and Bambi getting their puppy, please? By "puppy" I mean dog in general, can be an older one of course. All are puppies and all are the goodest bois/gurls🐶

This one got away from me a little.

"Are you seriously not going to tell me where we're going?" you asked, again, from the passenger seat of Curtis's SUV. He'd been driving for almost an hour now without even a hint at the destination.

"I told you that you'll find out soon enough," he said. "I think you need to learn some patience. Maybe that's something we'll need to work on when we get home."

The growl in his voice, combined with the way his right hand left the steering wheel and roughly landed on your thigh, went straight to your core. You squeezed your thighs together as much as you could with his grip on you, and played with the little padlock that always sat in the hollow of your throat, dangling from your day collar. You were quiet for the rest of the drive, doing your best to ignore Curtis' satisfied smirk.

You got out of the car immediately when you finally arrived at the small farm. Looking around, you still couldn't figure out what on earth you were doing there. Curtis never brought you along on business for Andy, so it couldn't be any sort of collection. But what else was there?

"You Curtis?" an unfamiliar voice called out. You turned around to find a grizzled older woman walking toward you with a large gray pitbull bounding ungainfully next to her. "This is Pibbs."

Curtis looked at you expectantly as the dog came to a stop in front of you, immediately tossing himself onto his back for belly rubs. You bent down to oblige him. "Wait, what's going on?" you asked.

Curtis shrugged. "I don't like you being in the house by yourself all day."

You were compiling a long list of responses - if he was that worried he could let you leave the house by himself; how alone could you really be with one of his men always stationed outside; etc - when you realized what he meant. Scratching behind Pibbs' ears you exclaimed, "Wait, this dog's for me?!"

Curtis shrugged again, but you were getting good at reading him. He was feeling bashful, hoping you'd approve of his gift. "Yeah, if you like him.

Your big smile as Pibbs butted his head into your chest to nuzzle you was answer enough.

[bernardsbendystraws]

It’s not unusual for Matt to stream. Typically, you’ll lay on the bed, out of view. You don’t like to be analyzed by his fans watching. It’s a lot of pressure. Matt is more than happy to respect this boundary even though there’s times when he just wants you to sit in his lap.

Tonight is different. He had already bitten his nails down to the nubs. He wants you. You’re scrolling on your phone, carefully keeping yourself out of the camera while you lay on the bed.

“Hold on, chat. I’m gonna put my camera off for a bit, something is glitching.” Matt’s words are followed by the sound of his fingers tapping a couple of keyboard buttons.

Using light steps, he crouches down to you, brushing your hair out of your face before gently placing a kiss on your forehead. “Will you…can you just—just come sit in my lap? Please?” he asks.

Your eyebrows furrow with confusion. Matt is quick to read your worries. “Camera is off, just….I just wanna hold you. Can I? Please, doll?” His question is sweet, overbearing with love. You let yourself nod, stretching out your arms as he picks you up—one of his favorite things to do.

Carrying you over to the chair, he lays you down gently in his lap, wrapping his arms around you to hold the controller.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispers, careful not to be loud enough for the mic to pick up.

You feel his warmth radiate onto you. Every once in a while, he’ll let his lips place a gentle kiss on your neck. He knows better than to shower you with kisses, knowing it would be too loud. But, the gleam in his eyes basically covers in your skin in affection. This is something so quiet—so peaceful. He’s not making you uncomfortable at all. In fact, your body feels like it’s floating.

And it’s all because of him.