#my oc: karasu

[another-lost-mc]

Got any thots/ideas in wing kink for Luci, Simeon, or anyone with wings?

a/n: there's a few different types of wings among the cast, but I think they're all unique and worth talking about!

wing headcanons

featuring: lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, beelzebub, diavolo, simeon, raphael, michael (and any oc with wings)

0.7k words | nsfw | suggestive

cw: wing kink implied. sexual situations and predator/prey kink mentioned. the predator/prey kink section is after the divider if you prefer not to read that part.

One of the first signs of trust is the casual affection he shows you when his wings are revealed. He might not always reach for your hand in public, especially if he's a bit more reserved by nature. However, what you do feel is the soft sensation of his wing brushing against your side when you walk beside him. He doesn't even mean to do it at first. It's like his wing naturally extends itself to curl around your back or glide against your arm. It's an unconscious gesture motivated by his feelings for you.

He might ask you to help with his wing care next. If he has wings made of feathers, he sits patiently while you preen them. You're especially careful when you straighten the feathers that look stuck out of place. Your hands are coated with a special oil that keeps his wings soft and protected from harsh wind and cool rain. It's a ritual for both of you now, one that often leads to grateful kisses and quickly descends into passionate lovemaking. Preening his wings was something he didn't enjoy doing by himself, or he reluctantly asked others to help him. Now that he has you, he craves the intimacy of it.

Leathery wings don't require the same level of care, but your lover is still grateful when you try to make him feel pampered and cared for. Sometimes stroking the edge of his wings feels ticklish. Sometimes it sends little bolts of desire shooting through his body straight to his cock. You never know whether he's going to laugh and squirm away from your hands, or if he's going to spin around and pin you underneath him.

Beelzebub's wings are thin and extremely sensitive, and he doesn't like it when they're touched. You are a rare exception. He trusts that you won't hurt the delicate wings that sit against his back. It feels nice when you gently run your fingers along the very edges. He rewards your gentleness and understanding with hungry kisses and greedy hands that rid you of all your annoying clothes.

As the crown prince, Diavolo's wings are particularly impressive and adorned with precious gold ornaments. He secretly likes it when you tease him about keeping the gilded gold pieces clean while you polish them to a glimmering shine. For special occasions, he'll even change them to a different metal that suits your preferences better—he wants to look his best for you. Don't be surprised when he offers you gifts of jewelry made with the same precious metals and jewels that match his own. He would love to see you wear them—and only them—the next time he invites you to spend the night.

Most of the time, fucking someone in his true form can be clumsy or awkward. He doesn't just let anyone touch their wings so intimately either. When you're intimate, he might purposefully reveal his wings. His wings wrap around your body and draw you close while he shields you from the world, protecting you when you're naked and vulnerable. (It also hides you from unworthy eyes that don't deserve to see you that way.) Sometimes his wings randomly appear in the height of passion, unfurling at his back when pleasure drives away all thought and reason except the singular desire to touch you. When his mind isn't clouded with lust, he looks a bit bashful that he lost control like that to begin with—it only happens when he's with you.

Another possibility is a little bit of predator/prey roleplay. Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be hunted? Your winged lover is more than happy to indulge in this kink should you ask. The forests of the Devildom (or the human world) are perfect for this. He leads you there and urges you towards the tree line in front of you. He'll even give you a head start.

(You're going to need it.)

It begins when you finally run into the darkened woods with only glimpses of moonlight to illuminate your path. The smallest sounds are impossibly loud, echoing off the trees around you: a snapping twig, the crunch of fallen leaves under your feet, your own ragged, panted breaths. Sometimes you see movement from the corner of your eye and when you turn around, there's nothing there. What you do notice is the tree branch high above you shaking slightly, as if someone was just there and then launched himself back into the sky.

(He's toying with you.)

Adrenaline gives you one last burst of energy that propels your feet forward, and you keep running despite the burning in your lungs. The blood in your veins is laced with lust and fear in equal measure. It's not long before you finally hear it: the sound of wings slicing through the air and growing louder as he draws near. Do you hear the soft swish of feathers? The taut snap of leathery wings billowing against the wind? Or perhaps it's the bzzzt of wings fluttering rapidly at his back that quickens your pulse? Suddenly, his familiar silhouette looms above you and blocks the moon from view. You're pinned against his chest before you realize what's happening, and his arms (and sometimes wings) curl around your body. Greedy hands start to pull at your clothes as he crushes his lips against yours. The game is over, and you're finally his to claim.

read more: obey me masterlist

[jeschalynn]

so um...where my fellow karasu fans at?

(unending praise and love to @merotwst who captures him so wonderfully, I can't even—)

[ghostiegirl56]

Twisted x Obey Me 2.0

Welcome to the wtf-people-actually-liked-this-guess-I-should-make-it-a-full-fic-or-until-Malleus-goes-beast-mode fan fic.

Realising now I don't actually have a name for this.

ps: added Karasu but confession I need to go back and re-read some of the works containing him... so sorry if he isn't characterised correctly rn I'll fix it in upcoming chapters.

pss: also I know Karasu is technically the programmer but I will make him the little guy in the screen. So, sorry I'm not going to give karasu a physical body he can keep being a handsome man in the screen. He's too powerful if I give him a body to do stuff.

Masterlist prologue

"*sigh* another long day at school huh, Grim" collapsing down into the crinkled blankets strewn about the worn bed letting it consume you in its warmth, the memories of today slowly fade as you wait for your furry companions response.

"Grim?" turning your head with a flop only to find the glow of his ears seems to be missing as the room has lost it's only lamp. This would be cause for concern if Trey hadn't arrived at Ramshackle earlier to deliver an uneaten tart.

"You just missed him, he left earlier dear" as the soft voice carried from the bedside table only to find the D.D.D it comes from was flipped screen down. Karasu had been silenced... at least Grim attempted to but D.D.Ds have cameras on both sides. So it's only annoying because now you have to crawl across the bed to flip Karasu over on the bedside table. Now angling him up on his phone stand admiring his large feathered wings. They always made teasing him a treat, puffing up whenever it embarrassed him only for him to pretend it never happened.

"And you couldn't stop him from eating our dessert."

"Your dessert" Karasu stated as if your precious dessert wasn't an important matter. To him it probably wasn't, he couldn't eat it and throwing tarts against the D.D.D's screen probably wasn't good for him either. Idia would probably have a field day telling you off for your ignorance.

"But we have a more pressing matter Mc *sigh* you have a message"

"what's so bad about tha-"

"from the Devildom" his voice trailed off as if this could every be a bad thing. How could it be it's what you've been waiting for, for months. Day in day out, missing the friends you made though all your struggles yet he thinks this could ever be a bad thing to hear from them at least one more time.

But maybe that's it, maybe it's just pretending to be from the Devildom and Karasu doesn't want you to get your hopes up. But then would he lead with that? He knows how tired you are of people leading you by the nose. He's been there with you the whole time.

"So.." unable to steady your voice as you slowly place Karasu in your hands.

"is, is it real?" he refuses to answer and instead looks away now staring down at the Devildom's chat app and its notification bubble. 1

A singular message.

??? : Do you know the individuals in this picture?

Hope this satisfies everyone who was waiting for this. Have a good night.

[jeschalynn]

Recent commission I finished for @another-lost-mc of... K-Karasu?? In a bunny costume?? 👀✨️✨️❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Haha I really love this oc! I also really like drawing him 🤭 If you would also like to commission me, my info can be found on my page! (*｀▽´*)

[lunarwildrose]

My Fox Twins 🦊🩵🦊🩷 (a boy Shuichi Jr and a girl Abigail Shiori Minamino) with Kurama are ten days old today; they were born on June 6th (which is Kurama's Japanese voice actor Megumi Ogata's birthday) through a wish Kurama made on the DragonBalls which Steven aka Android 17 had his brother-in-law Krillin gather for me as I wanted to make a wish for Karasu-sama's health (the third wish went to Bulma, of course).

Kurama named the boy Shuichi Minamino Jr after himself, and wanted his daughter to be named Shiori, while I wanted an Abigail the moment I saw her, so she was named Abigail Shiori Minamino. I was briefly married to Kurama, before we broke things off, and I went back to Karasu-sama. I'm in a difficult place with both of the men I love in my life right now. I actually regret ending up in a love triangle again, but I digress. This is about my Fox Twins, who are both curious and adorable! Abigail is very friendly, while Shuichi is more shy. They're both so adorable, and I love cuddling with them, and nursing them, and talking with them, and such. I love it when they notice me walking by and they perk up hoping for Mumsy's attention. They make me unbelievably happy, and my Little Crow Goblins also love them very, very much! 🤍🤍🤍

Kurama is a very protective father, but I worry he isn't letting the Fox Twins socialize enough with the other children. I especially want Shuichi Jr to be able to move around more, since his legs are weaker than Abigail's, and he tends to just lay there mostly while Abigail jumps up and crawls around a lot more. I'm thinking my little boy is mostly bummed out from all the conflict around him, unfortunately. I try to shower him with affection and hope he cheers up that way. 🤍🤍🤍

[another-lost-mc]

having a brainrot about how it would be if the characters turned into their animal type (is that what that's called?)

like imagine a shady sorcerer happen to accidentally cast a spell that changes them into their animal type how fucking cute and funny that would be

-🪶

a/n: that's so cuuuute. I went with the symbolic animals from their banners.

the wild side | the demon brothers + karasu

0.5k words | sfw | fluff + humor

related: the dateables' version

The Peacock (Lucifer)

How he responds to you vs. how he responds to everyone else:

He can't keep his feathers fanned out on full display as much as he wants to because he keeps getting stuck in doorways.

He walks around the house in a slow strut. Sometimes he spins around to show off all 360 degrees of his exquisitely-feathered beauty.

He doesn't notice that sometimes he smacks you in the face with his plumes if you're nearby.

The Crows (Mammon and Karasu)

They both bring you gifts and intimidate the others that try to get too close.

They're even more clingy than normal too.

It's surprisingly easy to tell them apart: Mammon's feathers are tipped with white, and Karasu's eyes have a deep scarlet glow.

The Snake (Leviathan)

He desperately wants to curl himself around your arm or leg. He'll try to keep his space if you're visibly creeped out by snakes though, he doesn't want to scare you.

An alternative you could try is wearing one of his oversized hoodies: he'll curl up inside the pocket and every once in a while he'll poke his head out and flick his serpentine tongue at you.

If you don't like that either, he'll curl up in the bottom of your closet or under your bed, somewhere dark and warm where he can still be close enough to keep an eye on you.

The Unicorn (Satan)

The House of Lamentation wasn't designed for horses or horse-like creatures.

He's the only one Lucifer won't try to chase away, his hooves look deadly.

Satan doesn't fit in your bedroom easily but he'll follow you in the hallways or inside the larger rooms with more space.

You are definitely going to recreate this movie moment at some point before the magic wears off:

The Scorpion (Asmodeus)

He's a bit bigger than most scorpions which means he's even more cute or gross depending on how you feel about them.

He's careful not to hurt you with his pincers if you pick him up.

He must be powerful even in this form because he releases sweet-smelling pheromones when he senses you're nearby.

He curls in the makeshift bed on you place on your desk for him. He's surprisingly calm even though scorpions are usually nocturnal.

His eyes have an eerie pink glow. You didn't notice it until you turned off the lights at bedtime.

(He stares at you until you fall asleep.)

The Fly (Beelzebub)

He's a bit larger than a normal fly.

He's restless and his wings are so noisy when he buzzes around you.

Most of the time you can hear the faint sound of his wings coming from the kitchen.

When he's not eating, he's usually hovering on or near Belphie.

The Cow (Belphegor)

He barely fits in your room and he snorts irritably when you raise your arms up and remind him that he is definitely not allowed to sleep on your bed like this.

He's even more annoyed because he can't go up to the attic like this either.

He just happens to plop down in front of your doorway to sleep instead. The others can't climb or go around him easily. He flicks them away with his tail when they try. He doesn't mind if you climb over him though.

read more: obey me masterlist

[jeschalynn]

Abt the bunny outfit Karasu... do u think he likes to help the brothers out in The Fall whenever they do their bunny outfits? or do you think Karasu just likes to do his own thing 😌

Clubbing and events like that definitely aren't his typical scene. The only reason he gets roped into helping at all is because he's dating MC. In the days leading up to it, Asmo keeps trying to reassure him that your outfit looks spectacular and MC's going to love it! Honestly, impressing MC is his main motivation not to ghost them that night and hide away in his nest instead.

Later, he has to give credit to Asmo because his outfit is nice. He hears other demons gossiping about his unusual appearance at the club and what in the Devildom he's doing there. It's a nice little boost to his ego and insecurity when MC is a bit of a stuttering mess the first time they see him. He recognizes the heated look in their eyes whenever he catches their gaze throughout the night.

Karasu prefers to help MC if he can, if only so he can make sure none of the club patrons try to get handsy with them. Unfortunately, MC's presence is in high demand and they're often asked to work the VIP lounges away from the main dance floor. Karasu sticks close to Mammon and the others instead and they do their best to keep him from getting too overwhelmed.

Things are fine as long as Karasu knows that MC is okay too, but sometimes he catches other demons staring longer than what would be considered socially appropriate. Some of them whisper about MC and what they'd like to do to them when they think no one is listening. It doesn't help that The Fall's owner is quite unrepentant about his own obvious appreciation of MC's bunny attire. Mammon has to remind Karasu more than once that they'll all get in trouble if he doesn't keep his cool.

Fortunately, Asmo has the perfect solution for that little problem! When he manages to drag MC away from the VIP lounges for a short break, he pushes both of them in the direction of his private room on reserve at the back of the club. Karasu and MC disappear for a while to everyone's annoyance (and Asmo's amusement). By the time they return, Karasu is much more relaxed (and a bit smug) and MC's skin is thoroughly marked with little hickies placed where their skimpy outfit can't hide them.

[jeschalynn]

someone drew amazing fanart…of my OC…excuse me while I melt into a puddle of goo because I am devastated (in the best way!)

Here's some fanart of @another-lost-mc 's obey me oc, Karasu! I had a lot of fun with this, hope y'all like it :D

[theyluv1moowa]

‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ hottest people in blue lock

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

team z's training goes by in a blur. you're too exhausted to even remember half of it, only that kunigami looked like he was about to pass out at one point, bachira was still annoyingly energetic, and isagi was way too focused on whatever strategy he was cooking up in his head from the workout you left them, as their athletic trainer

but honestly? that's not what matters today.

because today, you get dragged into hell itself.

it all starts in the hottest people in blue lock group chat.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

🔥 THE HOTEST PEOPLE IN BLUE LOCK

shidou: yo losers 😛😛😛. we're doing something tonight. bachira: OOHWHATSTHEPLAN otoya: don't call me a loser when you didn't even last five minutes at the club shidou: FUCK YOU 😛😛😛😛😛🙏🙏🙏🙏 karasu: what's the plan then?? shidou: TRUTH OR DARE chigiri: this is gonna be a disaster. otoya: count me in. nagi: no. reo: yes. nagi: fine. sayuri: wait why am i only just seeing this sayuri: absolutely not yukimaya: absolutely yes bachira: YOUHAVENOCHOICE

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

and that's how you find yourself in a dimly lit lounge room, sitting in a circle with the worst group of people imaginable.

karasu, chigiri, shidou, kunigami, isagi, reo (who, of course, forced nagi to come), otoya, bachira, and yukimaya. all of them.

the air is thick with anticipation. you can already feel the impending chaos.

"alright, let's get this started," shidou grins, leaning forward with a look that can only mean trouble. "i'll go first."

no one protests, because honestly, he was probably going to take the first turn whether they wanted him to or not.

his eyes land on otoya. "truth or dare?"

"truth." otoya replies smoothly.

shidou smirks. "have you ever used football as a way to pick up girls?"

otoya doesn't even flinch. "obviously."

you snort. "you didn't even try to deny it."

"why would i?" otoya grins, shrugging.

next, it's kunigami's turn. he picks dare, as he seems brave like that.

"kunigami..." shidou smirks, and that's already a bad sign.

kunigami, bless his soul, tries to act unfazed. "yeah?"

"i dare you to kiss chigiri." shidou says, far too gleefully.

silence.

kunigami and chigiri both freeze.

"...what," kunigami says.

"huh?" chigiri blinks, staring at him.

"what's the matter, sunshine?" shidou grins, leaning forward. "scared?"

kunigami scowls. "no."

"then do it," otoya smirks, eyes flicking between the two of them.

bachira claps his hands together. "ooh, now this is good."

chigiri looks over at kunigami, shocked beyond his mind, as he suddenly looks down.

kunigami hesitates.

which is a bad idea.

because the second he shows an ounce of nervousness—

shidou pounces.

"OH, HE'S NERVOUS!" shidou howls. "HE'S NERVOUS! KUNIGAMI'S GOT A CRUSH!"

"I DO NOT!" kunigami snaps, face burning.

chigiri, to his credit, looks mostly unfazed—except for the slight pink dusting his cheeks. "if you don't wanna do it, just say so."

"i didn't say that." kunigami grumbles.

"so then do it." nagi yawns.

"fine," kunigami mutters, looking away. "let's just get this over with."

"oh my god," reo grins, shaking his head. "this is amazing."

"WAIT—" bachira brightens. "DO IT ON THE LIPS."

"NO!" kunigami immediately protests.

"YES!" shidou cheers.

"no," kunigami repeats, firmly. "cheek. that's final."

shidou groans dramatically, flopping against otoya. "booooring."

but kunigami's already turning toward chigiri, who's still watching him with that unreadable look.

and, for some reason—

this feels like a bigger deal than it should.

his heart is pounding.

but he doesn't hesitate this time.

he leans in—

and presses a quick kiss to chigiri's cheek.

it's over in seconds.

but the room?

erupts.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH—"

"THEY DID IT!"

"OH MY GOD!"

"THEY'RE BLUSHING!"

"SO CUTE!"

kunigami groans, covering his face with his hands. "i hate all of you."

chigiri, though?

he simply looks down, frozen like a statue.

kunigami makes the mistake of looking at him—

and chigiri smiles at him.

he's going to die.

"ohhh, that was adorable." karasu grins, shaking his head.

"you're so red!" bachira cackles, pointing at kunigami.

"shut up..." kunigami mutters, avoiding everyone's very smug looks.

shidou, though, just grins, eyes gleaming.

"next time," he sing-songs, "we're making it on the lips."

kunigami chokes.

and then.

it happens. it's otoya's turn, and he decides he's not about to waste it.

otoya leans forward again, his grin absolutely wicked.

"sayuri."

your stomach sinks.

"truth or dare?"

you hesitate. you know whatever he has planned is going to be bad. but a dare from shidou sounds way worse than a truth.

"truth." you say reluctantly.

his grin widens. "if you had to date someone from blue lock, who would it be?"

your heart stops.

you knew he was going to pull something like this. he still wasn't going to let it go from last time, apparently.

immediately, the entire room goes silent.

every single pair of eyes locks onto you.

you hate this. you hate that they're all watching you, waiting for an answer, knowing that anything you say will be used against you.

your mind races. you could lie. you should lie. but you know they'll see right through it.

so, you try to make it casual.

"karasu," you say, forcing a small laugh. "i mean, we're close, he's a gentleman, and he's one of the few people here who isn't entirely insufferable."

the moment the words leave your mouth—

karasu freezes.

it's not obvious, at first. he's good at keeping his expression neutral, at making it seem like nothing phases him. but you're close enough to notice the way his fingers twitch against his knee, the way his jaw tenses ever so slightly.

his usual smirk? gone.

and for a fraction of a second, something flashes in his eyes—something sharp, something unreadable.

then, before you can process it—

he stands up.

"i'm getting water." he mutters, his voice quieter than usual, before abruptly turning and walking out of the room.

dead. silence.

for a long, long moment, nobody moves.

then—

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH—"

it's shidou who starts it, but everyone joins in.

"OH MY GOD."

"HE LEFT."

"HE FUCKING LEFT."

"HE SHORT-CIRCUITED."

"HE RAN AWAY FROM HIS FEELINGS."

"OH, THIS IS TOO GOOD."

bachira is cackling. otoya has his face buried in his hands, shaking with laughter. reo is pointing at the door like he's just seen an actual ghost. nagi—who has not cared about a single thing all night—actually sits up.

chigiri? he just leans into kunigami, laughing so hard he nearly falls over. kunigami, poor thing, looks like he has no idea how to handle any of this.

"you guys are OVERREACTING!!!" you snap, even though your face is burning.

"NO, WE'RE NOT," shidou howls. "HE GLITCHED. HE FULLY GLITCHED."

"you broke him," otoya wheezes. "holy shit."

"i did not," you argue, but your voice is weak. because, deep down, a tiny part of you is screaming the same thing.

karasu—who never takes anything seriously, who always teases and laughs things off—just left.

why?

why did he react like that?

"ohhh, this is huge," reo grins, shaking his head. "this is history."

"you guys are ridiculous," you mumble, crossing your arms.

"no," otoya smirks, "we're just right."

"i hate all of you," you mutter.

"no, you don't," chigiri smirks, finally recovering from his fit of laughter. "but you do love karasu~."

you choke. "I DO NOT—"

"ohhh my god," shidou throws himself onto the couch dramatically. "this is better than the club."

bachira grins, rocking on his heels. "you should probably go check on your boyfriend."

"HE'S NOT—"

before you can even attempt to get up, shidou grabs you by the wrist and yanks you back down.

"ohhhh, no you don't," he smirks. "you are staying right here."

"shidou," you warn, "let me go."

"nuh-uh," he shakes his head, grinning. "not happening, sweetheart."

"he literally just needed water..." you insist.

"nooo, he needed to go outside so he wouldn't explode in front of all of us," otoya corrects, smirking.

"he's so gone for you!" yukimaya singsongs.

you groan, dropping your head into your hands.

"you guys are—"

"—completely right?" reo finishes.

"—the worst." you grumble.

but the warmth in your face refuses to go away.

because no matter how much you deny it...

karasu left.

and you have no idea why.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

after that tiring game, you immediately set out to find karasu.

you search everywhere—the lunch room, the staff room, the pitch, even his own room. but he's nowhere. a lump forms in your throat as realization sets in.

you feel guilty.

you didn't mean it.

how were you supposed to tell him that?

your feet move faster, your chest tightening. you shouldn't feel this panicked, but you do. you have to find him.

then, finally—

you spot him by the water fountain. he's filling up his bottle, shoulders relaxed, gaze distant. you swallow the lump in your throat and step forward. "i'm sorry, karasu, i—"

"were you serious about what you said?" his voice is calm. but something about it makes your stomach twist. he looks ahead, something almost woeful in his eyes.

your breath catches as you freeze in place.

you don't know what to say. your lips part, then close. your face heats up.

it was a joke, right? why was he taking it so seriously?

karasu turns to you, the evening light catching his features perfectly - his thick eyebrows, beautiful pale skin, thick eyebrows, almost giving him an ethereal look. 

"don't play with my feelings like that, sayuri." karasu mutters, in such a way that is so intimate you feel the heat becoming more prominent. you don't know what to do.

his feelings?

did he have feelings for you too...?

you can't respond. you can't think straight. all you can think of is how beautiful he looks, his 'feelings', everything about him, his eyes, his nose, his skin, his lips- before you know it, you're suddenly leaning in towards him.

his breath hitches, just barely—so faint you might've imagined it. but he doesn't pull away.

your heart pounds. your fingers twitch at your sides. every muscle in your body feels locked in place.

then, finally—

your lips touch.

it's soft at first. tentative.

but then—karasu moves.

he cups the side of your face, thumb brushing against your cheek, and deepens the kiss.

his lips are warm. gentle. but there's something behind it—something more. like he's been holding this back for a long, long time.

your hands reach for him before you can stop yourself. one gripping the fabric of his shirt, the other curling against his shoulder. you feel the heat of his skin through the material.

he tilts his head slightly, pressing in just a little closer, and your knees nearly buckle.

you don't know how long it lasts.

it could've been seconds. it could've been hours.

but when he finally pulls back, your lips are tingling, your chest heaving, your mind spinning.

karasu stays close, forehead nearly brushing against yours.

his hand lingers against your face, thumb trailing lightly over your cheek.

he exhales, a breathless sort of chuckle, dark eyes searching yours.

"so you were serious." he murmurs.

you swallow hard. "i..."

he smirks, tilting his head. "speechless, huh?"

your face burns. "shut up."

he just laughs.

and this time—

when he leans in again, you let him.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

[vi-visected]

can’t remember if i ever posted this one or not, so sorry if you’re seeing her again!! hara in a sort of semi-chibi style, i’m not really sure what to call it ^^;

[jellygay]

A bunch of Naruto OC stuff, some are WIPs.

[another-lost-mc]

it's HIM!!!!!!!!!!!! it fits him so perfectly, thank you so much! 🖤🖤🖤

Karasu: Obey me! OC by @another-lost-mc

[crowwbones]

Here he is! My bird son!

Sabishi Karasu, the underground punk hero of Musutafu.

Currently, he goes by Mrder as his hero name and hasn't come to change it yet, but we'll get to that

Additional info and outfits under the cut :D

Sabishi's name is extremely literal. His father had it legally changed after a rough custody battle. The lone crow, left with no one to love him. How tragic. His name is very reflective of his quirk, as well!

He has large wings and tail feathers, and his 'human' based limbs are more scaled. His legs are full bird-like as well. Crows are great problem solvers and are able to make tools out of trash!

He can also mimic the voices of others and sounds he hears with ease.

Sabishi has an AB+ blood type, loves spicy food (birds can't taste spice easily, i don't reccomend sharing a plate with him), and has a newfound love of growing and tending to bonsai, succulents, and other small house plants.

Feel free to ask questions about him!! There's three other ocs me and my partner have that share the same AU as Sabishi, so hopefully i can get around to drawing them too!

[another-lost-mc]

omg I want to know what happened too. lol this is hilarious! Ten sleeping in the backseat, what a champ

"May I ask what happened?-" "No."

@another-lost-mc the ogs are here! I'm surprised my phone hasn't exploded from this drawing alone. The dialogue on top is MC, then all 5 of them collectively.

I'm never drawing vehicles ever again. This is my banner now

[lunarwildrose]

Happy Father's Day to my SO/Husband, Karasu-sama! My life partner, my best team mate, my twin flame soul mate, and the doting father of our Little Crow Goblins! 🐦‍⬛🤍

Today Steven our good friend and helper got Karasu-sama and the kids and Kurama cherry cheesecake 🍒🍰 - cherry everything is 'our thing' so I was happy to sample some from both Karasu-sama and Kurama. Later, we met up with my friend from church and we went over to the bonsai show at the park nearby home, which was a wonderful experience. Mels Jr had really, really wanted to go so I made sure not to miss it! Hubby thanked me later for getting to see the bonsai show. 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Free bases used in some of these images, credits to the original artists.

[another-lost-mc]

I really liked the lactation headcanons for the brothers and Solomon! I was wondering if your planning to make more for the other characters?

A/N: This series was a wild ride. It started as crack-treated-seriously and then I kind of liked it more than I thought I would. The comments and requests along the way motivated me to keep going. If you were one of the readers waiting for these characters to show up, I hope the final installment was worth the wait!

LUCIFER, SATAN, DIAVOLO & BARBATOS, SIMEON, KARASU

5k words | NSFW/MDNI | gn!Reader

Content/warnings: due to magical mishaps, reader has larger, lactating breasts that are vaguely described. Mostly hurt/comfort, smut and fluff. Lactation kink, breast/nipple play, breast massaging/fondling, threesome/poly relationship, fingering, cockwarming, oral sex, rough sex. Reader pronouns: you/your, they/them.

More in the Lactation Kink series: Mammon | Levi, Asmo, Beel, Belphie | Solomon

LUCIFER

Lucifer thinks it's so precious when you cross your arms and insist he turn around so you can strip out of your soiled pajamas. Your chest strains against the buttons of the Devilmoth silk pajama shirt he bought you, and it’s dotted with wet spots from your leaking nipples. Your frown deepens when he insists that he’s seen you naked plenty of times before, but he finally relents with a sigh and turns to face the wall so you can undress. 

He’s still not sure how this unusual situation occurred, but he has a gut feeling that a certain white-haired sorcerer has something to do with it. He’ll have to hunt Solomon down and string him up later as penance, but for right now, his only priority is making sure you’re comfortable and cared for. 

The first thing he thought might help your stress and discomfort was sitting in a warm bath. He used his personal shower gel to add a bit of fragrance and foam to the water. The subtle notes of coffee and amber mix diffuse into the steamy air. He was afraid that Asmo’s floral bubble bath might be too overpowering.

(He secretly prefers that you use scented products that will remind you of him anyway.)

Once he hears the soft sloshing of bath water, he finally turns around. There’s a small stool perched in the corner of the room, and he drags it over so he can sit behind you. You look at him over your shoulder and comment that maybe it's best he leaves—you're afraid his clothes might get wet. He offers you a small smile but shakes his head and reminds you to stop being silly.

He assumes that your deflection is your attempt to draw his attention away from you and your body's recent changes. Your breasts are larger now, and he's hesitant to admit out loud that it’s a bit strange. It’s not the same body he’s mapped with his hands and worshipped with his tongue. But what he realized when he found you like this earlier, and what he hopes you'll always believe, is that it doesn’t matter what you look like. Nothing could ever change how he feels for you. You’ll always be stunning in his eyes, the single person who captivates him effortlessly with a smile, a touch, a kiss—all the things you offer freely that prove how much you love him.

He doesn't know how to change your body back, but what he can do is help you feel better instead. He starts by massaging your shoulders gently, and he feels the tension start to melt away under his fingers. Your arms float weightlessly in the water at your sides, and you’re no longer focused on shielding your chest from his view. He uses the opportunity to rake his greedy, curious eyes along your body. Glimpses of wet, naked skin peek through the fluffy layer of bubbles; the slick tops of your breasts rest just above the water’s surface.

He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows and scoots his seat a little closer. He kisses the ticklish spot below your ear while his hands curl over your shoulders and smooth down your chest. He cups the heavy weight of your tits in his palms, and his cock twitches when you sigh softly at his touch. You tip your head back against the edge of the porcelain tub so he has better access to the soft column of your throat. He kisses along your jaw and down your neck as his fingers pinch greedily at your swollen nipples. You push your chest against his hands encouragingly, a silent plea to keep going. He rolls the hardened buds between his fingers and smirks into the crook of your neck when you breathe out a quiet moan. He does it again and again, alternating pinching your nipples gently and massaging your breasts until you’re both desperate for more.

The bubbles slowly start to dissipate and he can see more of your naked body below the water’s surface. His cock aches when you start squirming in the water and clenching your thighs together; you're desperate for some sort of friction to relieve the heat building inside you. He’s tempted to tear off his clothes and lower himself into the bath with you, but your nipples have started leaking again. The creamy discharge expels into the water and lingers on the surface like a film. The renewed scent of warm milk in the air envelops him like a fog. He coaxes you to sit up straight, and your tits hang heavily from your chest, no longer buoyant in the bath water. He flicks his thumb across your nipple and gathers some of the pearly-white milk before sucking it into his mouth with a hum.

You shift in the tub to face him properly, and his eyes drink in the delectable sight of your warm cheeks, your lust-darkened eyes and your soft, pouty lips. Your eyes flick down when you notice the obvious bulge in his pants. You slowly lick your lips and all he can think of now is tracing your mouth with the tip of his cock. He thinks about thrusting himself gently into your mouth and teasing the back of your throat while you swallow around him. He’ll have to pull away before he comes because he wants to paint your skin with his release. The thought of his cum mixing with the drops of milk clinging to your tits makes his cock ache and throb against his zipper.

Fantasies can only satisfy him for so long, and he’s run out of patience for daydreams. He stands up and starts unbuttoning his shirt; he’s tempted to tear the damn thing open because the desire to have your mouth around his cock tests the limits of his self-control.

“The bath water is getting cool, my love,” he murmurs thickly. (It's not, but you don't correct him because you already know what he wants.) He keeps his hungry gaze locked with your own as he starts unbuckling his belt. “Rinsing off in a warm shower might be best for now—but this time, I think I’ll join you.”

SATAN

Satan is touched that you would ask him for help with your unfortunate little problem. Problems. He skimmed through his collection of human world medical texts before coming to your room but he’s not prepared for the reality when he walks through your door: the lactonic scent in the air, your damp night shirt that sticks to your swollen chest and hardened nipples, the apprehension in your eyes because you’re afraid he’ll tease you.

Your expression is hesitant because of your self-consciousness, but right now he wants nothing more than to comfort you, to help you so that this strange mishap passes as painlessly as possible. He sent word to Lucifer already and got permission for both of you to stay home: you can relax easier without the others loitering nearby, and he can take care of you in peace and quiet.

He sits at your desk and reads from a medical book in his lap. He explains that massaging might help with the excess fluid and the swelling that's causing you some discomfort. His cheeks burn flaming-hot because he's so tempted to offer to do it for you, but he doesn’t want to make you feel even more awkward or exposed. 

He clears his throat and looks down at his book to give you some semblance of privacy. He pretends to read, but he steals glimpses of you from the corner of his eye instead. You peel away the sticky nightshirt and toss it aside, and his breath hitches when you cup your heavy tits in your hands. You hold them gently, looking down at them curiously like you haven’t really looked at them before. You squeeze them and utter a little gasp that makes his cock twitch inside his pants. You do it again, and again, and you try pinching one of your nipples too. There’s a fresh wave of milky scent in the air, and he can hear the quiet drip—drip—drips as the creamy fluid falls onto your lap.

His fingers twitch with the urge to touch, to squeeze your soft breasts himself. He desperately wants to hear more of your whiny little sounds in his ear as he plays with your tits, but he reminds himself that this isn't about him, this is about you.

(He doesn’t realize you’ve been watching him, too. He thinks he’s fooling you with the upside-down book in his lap that he’s clearly not reading, or the way his cheeks and the tips of his ears are bright-red from embarrassment or arousal—probably both—and the loudest sound in your room is his jerky, panted breaths.)

He stares blankly at nothing while he imagines what it might be like to watch your tits jiggle from the force of his thrusts as he fucks you. He thinks about squeezing them in his hands and watching the milky fluids seep between his fingertips. His mind races and he thinks about jerking off as he kneels over your stomach, spilling his release across your skin and watching his cum drip between the valley of your breasts into the little pools of your milk. He could gather it up on his fingers and feed it to you, if you’re curious what both of you taste like mixed together…?

He looks over in a panic when he realizes you’re trying to get his attention. From the mischievous smile on your face, apparently it wasn’t the first time you called his name. His eyes linger on your chest before he snaps his gaze up to yours, but you look even more devious now. His cock throbs between his legs when you lay back against your pillows, slowly and deliberately, and you start playing with your tits again. 

You ask him in the sweetest, most innocent tone if he’d like to help, and he’s out of the chair in an instant. The book in his lap falls carelessly to the floor, revealing the hard outline of his cock in his jeans and the little wet spot forming near the tip. He climbs onto the bed and settles himself over your thighs. He leans forward and covers your hands with his, squeezing your tits gently and muffling your soft moan when he captures your lips in a desperate kiss.

DIAVOLO & BARBATOS

Your brunch date with Diavolo and Barbatos takes an unexpected turn when you show up with swollen breasts and leaking nipples. You threw on an oversized sweater to try and hide your unexpected condition so you wouldn’t have to cancel on them.

They escort you inside the castle to Diavolo’s private chambers where the breakfast table has been set on his private balcony, but both demons can sense right away that something’s not quite right. Diavolo will know if you lie, and you’re not a good liar at the best of times, so you tell them the truth. You shuffle your feet nervously and brace yourself for their reactions—surprise, worry, disgust?

Above all else, they’re concerned about your condition and whether you’re in any pain. You reassure them it’s mostly embarrassment and they seem relieved to hear it. The three of you loiter awkwardly in Diavolo's room and you realize that they're acting a little strange after you confess your secret to them. They lean in close and sniff curiously at your skin. Barbatos mutters something about not wanting you to get cold and he tugs at the hem of the damp sweater. Once the heavy shirt is removed, you only have a soaking-wet undershirt to cover your chest. The thin, flimsy material is nearly see-through and it clings to your breasts and your hardening nipples in the cool air. Two pairs of eyes roam your chest eagerly, and Diavolo pulls you into his arms—he shrugs off your feeble concerns about his clothes getting dirty too.

(While the young prince distracts you, Barbatos turns away and brings the discarded sweater to his nose. He breathes in your natural scent laced with milk and licks experimentally against the wet cotton. It has a surprisingly warm, semi-sweet taste. He draws a bit more of the fabric between his lips and sucks lightly, but the increasingly persistent throbbing between his legs snaps him out of his daze.)

Barbatos sets everything aside to be washed and by the time he returns to your side, Diavolo reaches for the hem of your undershirt next. The heat in their eyes is unmistakable and you suddenly realize what they mean when they offer to help you. Their dark eyes promise all sorts of sin to distract you from your unfortunate predicament, but like always, they wait patiently for your permission. As soon as you've nodded your consent, Diavolo takes off your undershirt while Barbatos reaches for your waistband. Gentle hands remove the last of your clothing, and they lead you to the bed.

They press against you, Diavolo in front of you and Barbatos at your back, and you're engulfed by the heat of their bodies. They take turns peppering your lips and your bare skin in a flurry of hot, sloppy kisses. Greedy hands roam across your body as they hastily rid themselves of their own clothing.

Barbatos manages to take his clothes off first, and his naked body is hot and firm against your back. He wraps an arm around your waist and buries his nose against your neck. He tilts your head towards his and kisses you while his slick tail strokes between your legs and teases at your entrance. He holds you steady in his arms despite the tremor in your legs as the precise pace of his tail flicking in and out of you teases you with pleasure. Your skin grows slippery from his tail’s secretion, and once he's satisfied he won't hurt you, he replaces his tail with his fingers next. Two fingers slip inside easily and he scissors them wide to stretch you open for his cock. His name falls from your lips in jerky little whimpers and groans, and you grind your ass against his cock when you're ready for more.

You’re so perfectly distracted that you nearly forgot about Diavolo. He watches silently with lustful eyes as Barbatos’ hand works between your thighs. He undresses himself slowly while he enjoys the sight of his butler’s dexterous fingers thrusting in and out of your greedy hole. He meets Barbatos' questioning look over your shoulder; when he nods, Barbatos sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you down into his lap.

Your body trembles with anticipation as Barbatos guides his cock inside you, and you groan his name when he bottoms out. He murmurs praise into your ear about how you take him so well and you’re so warm and soft for him. He holds your hips still when you try to squirm in his lap. He denies you the friction you crave, but he promises they'll both reward you if you listen and behave.

He wraps one arm around your tummy to keep you pressed against him while the other hand starts fondling one of your tits. His cock twitches inside you every time you moan or shudder, but he still won't let you move. His fingers play with your nipple, tracing the sensitive nub before surprising you with a sharp pinch between his finger and thumb. Milk drips onto your lap and rolls lazily down the inside of your thighs. Your face burns with embarrassment and desire, but his lips brush the shell of your ear. You're doing so well, he promises with a kiss. What a delightful treat you are, dearest.

Diavolo watches your sweet torment as he lazily fists his cock. The tendrils of milk and sweat stain your skin and he longs to trace them both with his tongue. These little games benefit from a bit of a tease, and he lets desire build within him like an inferno.

When he can't possibly wait anymore to touch you, he finally kneels between your legs. His large hands push your thighs apart so he can pepper your ticklish thighs with soft kisses. Your breasts bounce lightly each time his feather-light lips brush over a sensitive patch of skin. Barbatos continues pinching your nipples and his young master waits patiently for it to roll down your thighs. He laps up your milk greedily between nips of teeth. Your musky arousal and your sweet milk on his tongue makes him ravenous for you.

Diavolo buries his head between your legs and sucks at your arousal earnestly, and Barbatos finally starts to move. He grinds his hips lazily against yours so his cock fills you deeply with each little thrust of his hips. He fondles both of your tits with both his hands as Diavolo’s hands curl around your hips. Each roll of your hips draws Barbatos deeper inside you while Diavolo ravishes you with his tongue, desperate for every drop of milk and cum your body can give him.

SIMEON

Simeon is startled from his book when an angry knock pounds on the front door of Purgatory Hall. He’s not sure what Solomon did to you, but judging by the frustrated purse of your lips and the angry glint in your eyes, it must be serious. The sorcerer is nowhere to be found, but Simeon leads you to his room—he hopes you’ll be more comfortable and willing to talk to him about what’s bothering you in private.

He’s shocked by the sight of your large chest when you take off your jacket with a frustrated grumble. There are some dried stains around your hardening nipples and you point at yourself derisively. You complain about the mess you woke up to and how most of your tops don’t even fit anymore. You compare yourself to a leaky faucet and he stops your self-deprecating rant with a gentle hand on your shoulder. He’s not sure how he can help but he desperately wants to. Your eyes look so sad and it’s gut-wrenching to see you like this.

You look away from him in embarrassment, but he reassures you that he wants to help. He strokes your cheek gently with the back of his fingers and promises he’ll do whatever you ask of him. His thumb wipes away a stray tear that slips from the corner of your eye, and you melt into his chest when he pulls you into a gentle hug. 

“I could use a distraction,” you murmur quietly into his shirt with a sniffle.

A distraction?

If it’s a distraction you need, then that's what he'll do for you.

He helps you take off your clothes first. Your top is already a lost cause, and there’s small drip stains on your pants now too. He drops them into a messy pile on the floor. He quickly takes off his own shirt and pants next while you scoot back on his bed until you’re resting comfortably against the pillows.

It’s not often he gets to enjoy you like this: naked and trembling with anticipation against his sheets, gazing at him with dark eyes blown-black with lust. He drinks in the sight of your chest and swallows thickly when your breasts bounce slightly when the mattress dips from his weight.

He runs his hands slowly up your legs and pushes them apart gently. He lays between your thighs and press sweet, soft kisses against your warm skin. He teases you with little nips of teeth and leaves behind little marks that you can remember him by tomorrow. He glances at you curiously when one of your hands brushes away the curtain of hair over his eyes. He stares hungrily at the tantalizing sight of your hand cupping one of your swollen tits; you pinch your nipple playfully when you’re sure he’s watching.

You little tease.

He licks a thick stripe up the inside of your thigh before he buries his face against your sex. Your surprised yelp trails off into a moan, and he hisses when your free hand tangles roughly in his hair. You roll your hips against his face while the fingers clenched in his hair keep his mouth exactly where you want him.

He’s messy when he goes down on you, teasing you with kitten licks between greedy sucks between his lips. Your skin grows slick with your own musky arousal and his spit. When he hums at your taste, you can almost feel it vibrating deep in your bones. Your body quakes delightfully as he coaxes you towards your release, and your shaky voice pleads for more. 

He regrets not bringing a bottle of lube with him earlier; you're nearly begging for him to fuck you. He doesn’t want to get up even for a moment, so he settles for the next best thing: he traces your entrance with his tongue instead. One hand holds your hip down on the bed while the other snakes up your body and closes over your heavy tit. He squeezes the soft flesh as he slips his tongue inside you; his fingers dig into your hip when your body clenches around him. You rock your hips to encourage him to give you more, to touch you deeper inside, and he happily obliges.

He might not be fucking you with his cock, but it still doesn’t take long for you to fall apart from his ministrations. His name is a desperate chant that falls from your lips, punctuated by curses and groans and breathy whimpers. Your thighs tremble from your impending release, and his fingers end up covered with milk as he continues playing with your breasts. He ruts against the mattress to provide his cock some relief as you finally fall to pieces against his mouth. He coaxes the last remnants of pleasure from you, lapping greedily at your cum and flicking his tongue against your hole until you’re too sensitive and nearly begging for him to stop.

When you’re satisfied and exhausted, he slides up the bed and braces himself over you. Your chest heaves from exertion and your breasts are soft against his when he lowers his chest to yours. His cock hangs heavy between you and it smears precum where it rests on your belly. He lowers his head and kisses across your chest as he starts grinding his cock against you. Your hands card through his hair as you hold him against your chest. He latches onto one of your nipples and moans as a fresh burst of creamy fluid spills across his tongue.

KARASU

Karasu will gladly do anything you ask, or give you anything you want if it’s in his power to give.

He comes to the House of Lamentation as soon as you call, your voice thick with tears, and he takes a personal day off work to see you. He tries to keep the shock and confusion (and interest) from his expression when he arrives and discovers your temporary ailment. He hugs you and kisses your cheeks and leads you to your ensuite bathroom where he runs a warm shower for you. He changes your damp, milk-stained sheets while you wash. He has a clean, dry set of pajamas waiting for you when you step out in your bathrobe.

He does all these things, and he offers to do anything else you need, because he loves you no matter what. It surprises him when you ask him to fuck you, and for the first time since he arrived that morning, he hesitates. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, because he does. He’s filled to the brim with desire for you, a never ending itch just below the surface of his skin that only finds relief when he’s inside you. 

Karasu expected that you might like a relaxing day in front of the TV. He could help you stay clean and dry while your…larger chest…continues leaking. He thought about ordering your favourite takeout for lunch, and maybe going for a walk in the garden if you’re up to it later.

The thought of spending the day in bed with you never crossed his mind. The idea is awfully tempting, but above all else, he’s concerned about hurting you somehow. It's not a risk he's willing to take, but you reassure him it'll be fine as you unfasten your robe and let it drop carelessly at your feet. He stares at your naked body and realizes that he’s powerless to deny you; if you want him so badly, you can have him.

One thing you can't lie about is your chest; your breasts are heavy and swollen, and he knows they can’t be comfortable. You’re surprisingly shy about letting him touch them, so he doesn’t ask. However, you seem to have a clever idea when you stack your pillows and cover them with a towel. You kneel on the bed and lay with your chest resting comfortably on the pillows to support your breasts while the towel catches any fluid that leaks out. The extra cushioning helps relieve some of the strain on your shoulders.

Karasu can’t deny that you make an extremely desirable sight like this: your back curves beautifully in this position, and your ass is raised high in the air when you lean forward. He strips quickly and the mattress dips slightly under him when he kneels onto the bed. He shuffles into position behind you and runs his hands up and down your lower back before smoothing over the generous swell of your hips and ass.

He prefers to see your face when he fucks you, but you wiggle your hips impatiently and he admits that this position is tantalizing in its own way. If you’d rather feel pleasure than discomfort, why would he deny you when your body begs him so beautifully?

He slicks his fingers with lube and rubs them together for a moment to warm them. You gasp softly when his hand explores between your legs and brushes teasingly against your entrance. He rubs his fingers across the sensitive opening, and each little noise you make shoots straight through him to his cock; he’s already hard and dripping for you.

He ignores the ache of his own desire as he slips one finger inside you. Your body is so inviting, so soft and pliable under his touch. You might’ve begged for him before, but he thinks he might be even more desperate than you are now. He adds another finger, and a third quickly after that. He stretches you wide and savors the whimpered pleas falling endlessly from your lips when you beg him to fuck you already.

He positions himself behind you and rubs his cock between your thighs so the messy slick and lube coats his shaft. He holds you steady with one hand curled around your hip while the other guides his cock tip to your entrance. He slips inside with a groan and pushes in until he’s fully sheathed inside you with one deep stroke. 

Sweat beads along his brow and rolls down his temples. He gives you a moment to adjust as your greedy little hole wraps snuggly around his cock. There’s nothing sweeter than the hot, tight embrace of your body clenching desperately around him. When you push back slightly with your hips to grind against him, he finally starts to move. He’s slow and steady so the force of his thrusts don’t put too much weight on your chest.

He pauses when you whimper quietly, but before he can ask what’s wrong, he sniffs the milky scent of your discharge in the air. 

“Don’t—don’t stop,” you plead breathlessly, hands fisting the sheets.

He snaps his hips harder than before—there’s something about the whiny tremor in your voice that makes lust surge through his veins. “Making a mess already, dear one?” 

You moan his name and roll your hips, trying so desperately to fuck yourself on his cock. He rarely talks dirty like this, and you like it. You nod eagerly with a quiet, uh huh. You roll your hips and urge him to move harder, and deeper and faster, and he obeys. He meets your rhythm, panting heavily as he pounds into you. A stream of curses and moans and grunts fall from his lips while your own pleased noises mix with his own.

The bed frame groans and creaks beneath you, but he can still hear the obscene squelch of his cock dragging against your walls as he thrusts inside you. His own release builds inside him as his pace becomes rougher and faster; he won’t last very long but he'll be damned if he comes before you do. He leans against your back and reaches between your legs so he can stroke you with his wet, sticky fingers. “Come for me, you beautiful thing, that’s it—I want to feel you come on my cock, you‘re so perfect for me, just a little bit more—”

Your orgasm crashes over you as he coos filthy praise against your ear. He strokes you through it until your sinful vice tightens around his cock and he comes too. He pumps into you lazily as thick ropes of cum make his thrusts wet and sloppy. His hips finally stutter to a halt when he’s too sensitive to keep going. His softening cock slips from your body and he collapses beside you with a drawn-out groan.

You rest flat on your tummy while you catch your breath, but there’s a pleased smile curling your lips when you turn your head to look at him. “That helped,” you admit cheekily, and you both break into bashful laughter. “I like it when you’re a little rough,” you admit as you reach for his hand.

He laces his fingers with yours and nuzzles against your shoulder. “Let me order something for us to eat,” he suggests. “After that, maybe we can experiment with other ways to help you feel better.”

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