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backwardsbread · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel Characters:

Forgetting an anniversary

A/N: This is my first time doing anything like this, so if anybody wants to see more, feel free to ask! The Hazbin brain rot is real—

Warnings‼️: Established relationship, character x reader, fluff, but also some angst?, swearing, gender neutral!reader, mentions of alcohol.

Not really proofread

I didn’t mean to write that much for Alastor but here we are—

Lucifer:

To be fair this guy is the literal KING of hell, (the devil from, THE BIBLE) so to say he’s a busy man is an understatement.

This dude is also MAD depressed making him constantly disassociate, so he’s prone for losing track of what day it is.

You kind of figure he’s forgotten the day is coming up when he’s not hyperfixated on it.

For birthdays, planned dates, special occasions, this man usually goes ALL out.

He tries to keep what he has planned secret, but he’s usually bouncing off the walls the days before, and ends up letting his plans slip.

So when he’s not talking your ear off the day before your anniversary, you suspect the date might’ve slipped his mind.

When the day of your anniversary comes along and you’re not woken up with kisses and cuddles, possibly breakfast in bed, you KNOW your partner has forgotten.

However, you don’t tell him or remind him of the date. Since your partner had a busy day ahead, you didn’t want to force him to focus on you when there much more important things to be settled.

You kind of wallow in your own self pity, while you wait for Lucifer to return to the castle.

Lucifer had plenty of things scheduled for the day, but he can’t shake the feeling that he IS forgetting something.

(And he is)

He checks his schedule, triple checks he didn’t miss any meetings, makes sure he has his lucky duck in his suit pocket.

All seems well. But he still can’t shake the feeling that he’s forgetting something.

It’s not until he gets home later in the evening and SEES you, that he remembers the date.

This man is ON HIS KNEES, profusely apologizing to you. The king of hell is practically begging for your forgiveness.

“Why didn’t you tell me?? You’re more important than some stupid meetings! I’m so sorry, I won’t let this happen again.”

Despite if you say it’s alright, he calls off anything he has scheduled for the next week. Treating you to the prettiest and fanciest places every inch of the pride ring has to offer.

This man usually goes all out for your guys’ dates and such, but this is extravagant. He’s treating you like the royalty you are to hopefully become. (If he ever gets the gall to ask you-)

Vox:

Similar to Lucifer, but even worse in the sense of his schedule is ALWAYS booked. It’s not easy being the face of all tech in the Pride Ring.

This man gets ZERO days off, working 8-12 hour days depending on what’s going on.

He’s got meetings, interviews, paperwork, you name it. This man might as well be the living embodiment of stress.

The thing he usually looks forward to is going home to you. Finally being able to relax and rant about his day.

(Finally able to stop his fake ass smile that’s usually imprinted on his face)

So when he gets home to find you already in bed, fast asleep when you usually would stay up and wait for him, he’s a little peeved.

He tries to be understanding, not really knowing what you might’ve done in the day. Perhaps it could’ve exhausted you. Or maybe you were feeling under the weather.

He then almost throws a full blown hissy fit when he sees blanket and pillow on the couch

A silent demand from you that he is to sleep there for the night.

His screen glitches in silent rage, as he grumbles to himself about how childish you were being for no apparent reason.

The two of you had obviously gotten into fights/arguments, mostly about his work schedule.

But it was rare that those arguments wouldn’t end in the two of you talking it out and ending the night in a cuddle session to make it up to each other.

(Vox refuses to really apologize for his work, his pride won’t let him apologize for something he doesn’t think he did wrong.)

Vox kind of accepts your demand, not wanting to piss you off more. You could talk about it with him tomorrow.

Vox wakes up early the day after your anniversary, going to work as usual. Velvette is getting him in ready in a new suit she designed. While she’s getting him ready she asks;

“So how was your night? Did you have anything planned?”

“Uhh.. what? Planned for what?”

“Wasn’t yesterday your anniversary?”

“….Fuuu-huh-huuuck”

He ditches his morning broadcast, instead heading towards his monitor room. When he sees you’re awake, and on your phone, he makes his face appear on the small screen.

Which scares the shit out of you— he usually gave some sort of warning when he was going to just appear on your device.

By the look on his face, you can tell he now knows the reason you made him sleep on the couch. You give him a look in return, waiting for his excuse.

And just by the look on your face, he can tell you’re not willing to hear any bullshit he has to spit about his work being a priority.

His screen glitches in a slight panic, as he’s sort of loss for words at first. He could tell you were angry, and he knew only he was responsible for causing that.

To your surprise, he actually apologizes, saying how there was no excuse for his absence and your guys’ special day.

He reassures you it won’t happen again, telling you how he still loves you. He has you pick any place of your choice for the two of you to go to dinner tonight.

(He hacks into the system to be put on the reservation list)

Anything to somewhat make it up to one of the only souls that truly understands him in this miserable afterlife.

Alastor:

He’s not as busy of a man as Vox or Lucifer, but he’s not very big on celebrations like birthdays or anniversaries.

You’re his and he is yours, you both don’t need to prove that to anyone.

But…..it would feel nice to at least acknowledge the stepping stones in your guys’ relationship.

Alastor doesn’t really understand the hints you drop when mentioning your guys’ anniversary.

He definitely knows the date is coming, but once the day arrives, he treats it like it’s just any other day.

He notices your mood is less cheery than any normal day, but doesn’t connect the dots that it’s because of HIS behavior.

(What could he have POSSIBLY done wrong??)

He instead tries to cheer you up by poking fun at you the entire day. Calling you little names like “grouch, stick in the mud, drag”.

Insisting that you wipe that frown off your face and replace it with a similar smile to his own permanent one.

He unknowingly rocks the boat with his behavior, only making your mood turn more sour.

Before he can even continue his banter for the last half of the day, you’re ignoring him. Not giving any excuse to him either, you’re just walking away from him.

He makes fun of your bitter mood? You didn’t hear it.

He asks you a question? Your conversation with Charlie is more important.

He tries to hold your hand or embrace you? You suddenly have something totally necessary to get done on the opposite side of the hotel.

You are determined to push all of his buttons just as he had unknowingly done to you.

And this absolutely gets under his skin.

Alastor is one for control, he needs to know everything, he needs to be in charge of situations. Why you were being so stubborn, this man is CLUELESS. And that irritates him to no end.

Tensions are high in the hotel, with a very grumpy radio demon and his other half who refuses to sooth his anger.

Night falls on Hell painfully slow, as you just want this whole day to disappear and never return. You sit at the bar, swirling around the liquid in your glass.

Husk knew better than to pry at you and your annoyance towards your significant other. He instead kept your glass filled, and offered you a soft smile.

You’re slightly buzzed when your source of annoyance sits in the bar stool right next to you. You feel Alastor’s gaze on you, but you keep your eyes on your drink.

You feel static prick at your skin, making the hair on your arms rise from the chill. You hear the crackle of a very peeved radio demon sitting beside you.

Who did you think you were?? Ignoring someone like him! You were his lover and you were treating him like he meant nothing to you.

(At least that’s what it felt like)

The overlord beside you finally snaps, his voice toned heavily with radio static, his eyes darkening with dial pupils.

“What is with this behavior, 𝙈̳̎𝙮̳̎ 𝙙̳̎𝙚̳̎𝙖̳̎𝙧̳̎? What could possibly be your excuse for such immature actions towards me?”

Maybe it’s because you’re slightly buzzed from one too many drinks, maybe your emotions had been building up way too quickly from your irritation, maybe you felt guilty for treating your S/O like spoiled leftovers all day.

But as you look towards Alastor, observing his anger, your eyes suddenly well up with big crocodile tears, threatening to spill if you even dare to blink.

Alastor notices your expression soften and watches some unwanted tears slip down your face. There’s literally a record scratch as he just watches you desperately try and hide your face from him.

His eyes soften back to their normal red hue and he feels his harsh smile crack at the edges.

(If he could frown, he absolutely would seeing as you were so hurt by his actions.)

He’s quick to comfort you, pulling you in and whispering comforting words. Shooting a glare at Husk to leave the two of you alone and to not speak a word of this to anybody.

The two of you talk out your feelings about the day. You admit how you felt a bit abandoned by his lack of acknowledgement for the date.

He promises to you that for your next anniversary, because he knows you will always be his, he will make sure to make you feel as special as you truly are to him.

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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 10 months

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pairing: song mingi x reader (no pronouns mentioned, reader has female anatomy)

au/genre: college!au, tutor!reader, mingi does not give a shit about studying, smut

word count: 4816 words

warnings: voice kink (AHHHHH), oral and fingering (reader receiving), reader is a little mean, kitchen sex, anime references, cringe, a joke about adhd, dirty talk... um..., oh right Mingi has a big dick (wbk), everyone's a little silly, unprotected sex (boo ‼️👎🏻), premature ejaculation almost, creampie, cum eating... (not reader...), i think that's it. NOT PROOF READ YET!!

synopsis: mingi hates studying, but what he hates way more than that is being perceived as stupid. what mingi loves on the other hand, are pretty people getting flustered about his voice

mingi shows you exactly what he hates and loves.

a/n: i was almost ready when i saw this tiktok and it completely blocked my mind because it's SO FUNNY, but at the same time, it's men being dudes, dudes being bros, and that kind of made it hard for me to continue. i apologize for the 24h delay 😞

taglist: @byuntrash101 @goquokka @ashwoodforest @choisansnotsolegalwife

Mingi is not one to sit there and look at books. Or papers. Or anything that doesn't move and feed his brain with bright colors and his ears with noises, really. He prefers to vibe, and studying is definitely not the vibe. Sadly, studying is a part of his life as a university student. Yes, he chose this path for himself and yes, he was aware that it would involve studying. Still, now that it's really happening and is not just an obstacle to overcome in the far, far future, Mingi kind of wishes he'd chosen something else to do with his life. It's just exhausting, why would he waste the precious time he has left on planet earth on something that doesn't get the serotonin floating? He's pretty sure he has some undiagnosed ADHD simmering up there, but who is he to judge that? He's certainly not studying to become a doctor or whatever.

Anyway, given the fact that Mingi doesn't like to study, he's not had much experience with it in the first place. He's barely gotten his way through school, but uni is a different level. Hence, he needs someone to 1) teach him how to study and 2) make him study, or rather: have a judging eye on him while he is supposed to study, so the fear of being called out on it may light a fire under his ass and force him to bury his nose between the stinky pages of an old library book (on that note: he also needed someone to show him how to check out books from the library).

And that's why you are here, every Thursday afternoon, sitting at the sad excuse of a kitchen counter slash dining table in Mingi's scandalously expensive apartment given its size, growling next to him every time you catch him analyzing the bumps on his wallpapers instead of the letters on the pages.

Mingi generally likes you, even though you are a bit scary, he has to admit, or maybe that's the appeal. You are polite, but you have a way of looking at him that makes him feel like he's getting mansplained by your eyes. Your taunting gaze on him makes him feel small, and he doesn't like that at all. It makes him feel like all these years of drinking milk to make him stand at the 1.84m he is at today were in vain. You always have that one expression on your face, and maybe that's just Mingi's subconsciousness telling him to STUDY HARD FOR GOD'S SAKE, but in the way your eyebrows would scrunch together just the tiniest bit, he reads: God, he is fucking stupid.

He doesn't know which (since he did not pay attention in biology class, nor is he even sure they teach that in biology class) chemical in his brain suffers an allergic reaction every time you look at him like that, but there has to be one. There is nothing that Mingi hates more than being called stupid. Well, except for studying, maybe.

Call him lazy, call him a scalawag, call him witty for being able to get through all of school without reading a single one of the set books if you must, but do not call him stupid.

The only problem is that you haven't, well, called him stupid per se. It's just how Mingi interprets your stares. Also, he desperately needs you because he doubts there will be many other contestants that are okay with getting paid as little as you are (which is all Mingi has left by the end of a month full of Pokémon trading cards). So Mingi just has to sit back and relax and simply take it because, apparently, that's what he gets for not studying his entire life.

A loud ringing wakes Mingi from his peaceful afternoon nap - one that he has really earned this time around, he managed to look through his study notes for a full 20 minutes during his lunch break!

Disoriented, Mingi raises his head to make out his location and what year he is in. It rings again. Slowly, Mingi recognizes the shrill sound as his door bell. He slowly gets up, a quick glance in the mirror tells him that his hair is an absolute mess (which is really a crowning achievement given his buzz cut length) and he has imprint marks from his blanket all over his right cheek, but his sleepy mind doesn't even take it in. Mingi furrows his brows and shakes his head. Who would dare to disturb his peaceful slumber at this ungodly hour (4pm)?

The answer, of course, stands right in front of his door. With your arms crossed and the tip of your shoe drumming a dent into Mingi's "come in if you're a silly baka"-door mat, you raise an unimpressed brow at the sleepy shell of Mingi that blinks one eye after the other.

A few seconds pass until Mingi finally realizes who you are, and his mouth forms an 'o'-shape. Immediately after, he furrows his brows once again, his body slumping forward a bit because: why on God's green earth are you here? Then, it hits him like a truck, the aftermath of the collision blowing the remaining sleep out of his eyes: it's Thursday afternoon!

"Sorry," he says and sheepishly scratches the back of his head, then steps aside to let you enter.

"It's fine, it's only freezing cold outside," you stare at him before stepping in, shudder as you kick your shoes off, slip into Mingi's guest slippers and hurry inside. Mingi's brain does not register the sarcasm drenching your words.

"Let's get to it, shall we?" You ask as Mingi finally manages to follow you into the kitchen. You sit, take out a few sheets of paper from your backpack, then look over questioningly as Mingi has not even moved a millimeter, but instead started yawning like his life depends on it. Your eyes drift down his body. "Or maybe after you've put on some pants?"

Mingi freezes, looks down to confirm that, indeed, he's not wearing pants, but Naruto boxer shorts, then covers his crotch with his hands and buzzes off into his room.

Minutes later, Mingi reenters the kitchen, a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips that, yes, he checked twice if he's wearing them the right way around. As mentioned, he is generally unable to properly focus on his studies, but today, it's exceptionally bad. Of course, you'd notice.

"Mingi, are you okay?" There's worry in your eyes – a sight Mingi has not seen. Ever.

"I'm fine, just tired," he mumbles, eyes unfocusing as he stares ahead.

"Yeah, you are? Why?" Mingi's tired mind cannot question why you suddenly seem so interested in his well-being. He also doesn't put any meaning into why you're scooting closer to him, your forearm accidentally touching his.

"I studied during my lunch break," Mingi informs you, a little, proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Something tingles inside his chest as you carefully place your hand on his arm. As he looks over at you, you smile at him, and he notices your gaze flickering down to his lips for a second.

Hold on. Mingi's mind suddenly snaps out of its hazy state and works on overdrive. He might be the type to vibe, the type to just let things play out, but he'd be damned if he didn't notice when someone likes him like that. He suddenly notices the way you started creating skin-on-skin contact with him, the way you want to be closer to him, eyeing him even more than you ever did before. Just... why? Is it because you saw him in his Anime panties?

A few moments pass, and you sit back, then pat your pencil against the book to remind him of the reason why you're actually here. Mingi groans, admittedly a little dramatically and unreasonably erotic, brushing a hand through his hair to flex his biceps right in front of your face. You seem unimpressed.

"Well, fuck me," he chuckles deeply, the rasp in his voice more evident than usual due to his nap. It's then when you tense, he notices from the corner of his eye. Oh. Okay. So it's the voice?

"I'm really glad you're tutoring me, you know?" He purrs, throwing in a little praise to get you extra bothered, and you simply breathe out nervously.

"Heh, no worries," you brush him off. Mingi decides that, for now, he's made you suffer enough and keeps quiet. Instead, he focusses on his studies, although he's already planning his next step to terrorize you with the sultry rasp his vocal cords are gifted with.

"Mingi, focus-"

"No, I get what I have to do, the contents just won't stay in my head." Mingi reasons, his voice unusually, but not by chance, high pitched, eyebrows scrunched as to why the hell he has to do this before doing that only to do whatever next when it wasn't like this for the other exercise he had to do minutes prior. He is not stupid (!), he does understand how this works. It's just that it doesn't make sense, and that is surely not his fault.

"Are you stup-" you start, but shut your mouth before you're even able to call him the dumbest fucker you've ever crossed paths with. Mingi inhales sharply. Oh, oh, you're lucky he is patient, and you're lucky he knows that as soon as he growled a few dirty words into your ear, you'd slam your upper body on the counter without regards of caution, pushing your panties down under your skirt and begging him to take you right there - or at least, that's what he imagines.

Yes, Mingi is super patient, that's just what comes with the entire vibe-personality package, so he does not dump your cute sorry ass on his baka-door mat, but simply closes his pen, lays it on the table and looks at you. A fabulous idea plops into his mind.

"God," he groans as deeply as he can, stretching his arms over his head, "I guess I'm just a little" - he throws in a little moany sigh - "a little distracted today."

"A-are you?" You nod, biting your lip subconsciously. Mingi looks at you without moving his head. "Why?"

"Well, just stuff, you know?" Mingi enjoys how the rumble in his voice makes his throat and - obviously - you feel. "There's just a lot, going on. Like big... big stuff. Stuff that just keeps coming and coming, in and out, just like that. Ugh, I wish I could just let all this frustration out you know, all this pent up stuff." He watches for your reaction.

Unmistakably, your hand holding your own pen in a relaxed manner mere seconds ago now desperately grasps the poor objects until your knuckles turn white, your breathing is uneven and loud as if you'd just ran the entire way from Mingi's place to the next convenience store (seriously, why the fuck is he paying so much for this godforsaken apartment?). And - Mingi's favorite reaction to him ever: you're pressing your thighs together.

Oh, how Mingi loves himself a good reaction like this.

"Big stuff, huh?" Your voice trembles as your nervous eyes search for his. "H-how big?"

"Oh, really big. Just really fucking big," Mingi confirms with a slight smirk. He loves how you just fold easily like that. One second, you're over there feeling superior on your little throne of knowledge that Mingi lacks, and the next, you're making a little mess in your panties just because Mingi so much as spoke. Absolutely incredible. People should start calling him "the rizzler".

"I think-" you clear your throat, "I think I should head home then?"

Mingi smiles to himself as soon as you turn away to pack your stuff into your backpack. His hands automatically reach out to play with his pen, his long, slender fingers toying with the object, inevitably drawing your attention to the movements. "Already?"

"Mhm." You stare a second too long, gulp, then hastily stuff your belongings into the big compartment of the backpack, Mingi listens to the sweet melody of stressed breathing and papers crunching.

As amused as he is, he decides that it is time for the big reveal.

"Keep it in your pants, baby" he looks over, his eyebrow halfway raised, and stops rocking back and forth and fiddling with the pencil as you freeze in your tracks and stop packing. "What?"

Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. "So you know?" You manage to squeak.

Mingi smugly pushes his tongue into his cheek. He loves how you're basically vibrating out of nervousness. "Oh, I know."

You sigh, hands finally letting go of your stuff and motioning defeat. He wonders what's going on in your mind right now. Are you afraid he's going to call you out? That he's going to make fun of you? That he's going to call you a needy slut and send you home? Or are you wondering if he's going to give you what you want? Mingi loves this game.

That's why he decides to make your situation a little more miserable.

"I also know that you think I'm stupid," he explains calmly, trying his best to no longer show any excitement, smugness, or any emotion whatsoever on his sharp facial features to really confuse you. Well, that's what you're getting for (almost) calling The Song Mingi stupid. Just a little payback, is all. He's not going to go so far and make you cry. No, no, Mingi can't handle when people cry, much less so if it's because of him.

Nevertheless, your breath hitches. Oh, you're fully aware that he didn't like you calling him that at all. Oh, how the gears are turning behind your forehead as you're trying to figure out what's going on, and what's going to go on in the next minutes.

"Thought so," Mingi deadpans. Yeah, that's right. Look how smart he is now! Super smart! He's got you all figured out. He knows exactly what to say and how to act to make you feel - and, fuck, does this feel like redemption - stupid.

"I'm sorry-" you start, back facing Mingi's form, but Mingi is not here for it. Mingi has gotten what Mingi wants. Mingi feels as powerful as he imagines a lion to feel, like, every day.

"Dumb fucks good," he simply states, just putting it out there, throwing it into the room for you to do with that statement whatever you like. Mingi's mind is already satisfied, his ego stroked because he's just proven that he isn't dumb. Although... he wouldn't mind a little diddling because, if he's being honest, you're hot as fuck and seeing you react to him in this way- well, he's also just a man!

"What?" You probably think you must've terribly misheard him as you whip your head around to face the confident Mingi smugly leaned back in his chair. Your eyes meet his, and he is sure that you now realize that, no, you definitely did not mishear him. That was exactly what he said.

In the blink of an eye, Mingi feels your presence on his lap, a last final look into his eyes before he feels your lips against his, desperately chewing away the remaining air separating his spit from yours. It's messy, lips colliding, too much teeth and tongue, but it's all raw and desperate. Mingi gets the vibes that you may have had some pent up want for him, but that's honestly the last clear thought he can muster before you grind your hips against his.

A deep groan escapes Mingi's lips, inevitably echoing against your own quiet gasps that just turn louder with every movement of your hips, your hands frantically trying to touch him everywhere at once to the point where he has to grab your arms and pull you back. Your eyes, wide. And confused, but somehow lidded and hazy at the same time struggle to take in Mingi in front of you. Yes, Mingi is aware of the effect of his siren eyes.

For another moment, he simply enjoys seeing how destroyed you look already, but honestly, there is just one thing on his mind.

"I'm gonna eat you out," he informs, waiting for you to nod frantically, whine and scramble off his lap for him to keep his promise. And you do, allowing Mingi to grab your waist with his large hands and lift you onto the counter. Of course, he can't resist getting another taste of your lips, almost losing himself in the soft pillows that frame your pretty mouth, but the hardness creating a tent in his sweatpants reminds him that he should possible attend a little lower.

Hence, he kisses his way over your cheek towards your jaw, then over your neck and down your collarbones. Mingi is not sure what your opinions on love bites are, so he just hopes you can remember him being right here and here and here even without visual proof, he can save that for next time.

Okay, Mingi admittedly was not able to hold himself back completely, his teeth only gently nipping at your skin on his way down. He simply hopes for the best, but your sounds seem to imply that you do not mind him one bit. Instead, you sound as if you wouldn't mind him taking a few bites more.

Impatient as you are, you assist Mingi in pushing your shirt out of the way, the straps of your bra automatically falling down your shoulders to reveal more of you to his hungry eyes.

And as much as Mingi would like to spend hours playing with your chest, he keeps it down to a minimum, kissing the soft flesh while gently pushing the remaining material out of the way for better access. His lips wrap around a nipple, his hands meanwhile busy with massaging the other and carefully holding your waist. God, Mingi loves boobs. But he might love the way your fingers comb through his hair and gently pull on it a bit more even.

Finally, the time has come, and Mingi kneels down on the floor. Pushing your skirt up, hands caressing your thighs, he creates eye contact with your eyes glazed over by lust and want. It doesn't even faze him that he hasn't cleaned these floors in weeks, honestly, he is in so deep he probably wouldn't even realize if the stove was on, lighting his study notes on fire.

He wants to tease you more, make you wait, maybe make you beg even, but he just feels too hungry to keep waiting. His fingers hook into the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs as quickly as possible before spreading your legs and groaning in anticipation.

Throwing your thighs over his shoulders, he pulls you forward a little further, chuckling as you almost lose balance and smile at him. Okay, maybe Mingi feels a little tingle, and maybe that is not a horny tingle, but that's something to worry about later, if ever. Right now, he has a mission: dive in.

So that's what he does, obviously, planting a careful kiss right on your clit to wait for your reaction. And you do not disappoint, gasping slightly at the first sensation before getting louder and bolder the more Mingi tastes you.

His tongue gently parts your folds, getting a first taste of your juices. You basically cry out as his tongue prods at your hole, carefully easing its way inside to caress your walls.

Automatically, your hands fly to his hair, gently pulling at the roots to find a way to ground yourself, the feeling assumingely overwhelming, Mingi thinks, not to brag, but-

Mingi's eyes roll back at a particularly hard tug at his hair, paired with the way your hips grind closer until you're basically riding his face. Fuck, how are you so hot? Mingi's fingers grab hard at your thighs, loving the way the soft flesh feels in his hands.

To experiment a little more and, first and foremost, to get more rewarding reactions out of you, Mingi lets his mouth wander back up to your clit, gently sucking the nub between his lips, his tongue carefully flicking as not to overwhelm you. At the same time, a fingers sneaks its way over to circle your entrance.

Your throat coughs out a broken moan at this, your eyes switching between looking at Mingi's eyes and his mouth, and closing completely. Mingi loves taking in the pleasure written all over your face. He might not admit it, but he loves this kind of praise much more than verbal praise because your body really can't lie. He can literally taste how good he is at this.

He finally pushes his finger inside, loving how the wetness and muscle contractions are basically pulling him deeper and deeper until past his second knuckle. He feels around a little, trying to find the spots that seem to appeal to you the most, watching carefully how you react to each and every flick of his wrist.

Although, he feels that one finger is not enough to prepare you for the rest of him, so he adds another, massaging them into the spot that seems to be making you see stars with the way you grip his hair even tighter and mutter something he interprets as a warning that you're about to cum.

Keeping his pace, he successfully sends you over the edge, letting you ride out your high on his tongue before removing his lips, only getting his fingers massage the last clenches out of you.

Looking up he realizes you look, respectfully, wrecked, with your chest heaving, your hair a little messy and your eyes hazy and glossy, parted lips asking for his. And who is he to deny them, as he leans in to allow you to taste yourself. You seem to like it.

Pulling back after a while, he looks at you. You look so happy and relaxed like he's never seen before. For some reason, it reminds him of the weight in his pants that he suddenly feels the need to inform you about.

"You make me so hard," Mingi says lowly, carefully taking your hand to prove it to you, "feel." It's more your hand guiding his with how fast you reach down to feel him, eager to touch the outline of him through the sweatpants. And as if you're getting paid to stroke Mingi's ego even more, you gasp at his size.

Mingi can't help but smirk, of course, who wouldn't?

"Big stuff, huh?" You repeat your words from earlier, but this time no longer nervous, but cheeky as you bite your lip playfully. Oh, how Mingi would love to make you choke on his dick right now, just a little, and in a loving matter, but he's honestly waited long enough and he really just needs to be in you right now. And besides, Mingi is more in his giving > receiving era.

Instead, he grins. And he feels like there is something more.

Impatiently, you tug at his pants, successfully moving them a millimeter. Mingi helps you push his pants further down until it pools around his ankles. You giggle.

Damnit, Mingi. Why couldn't you've changed your underwear? Mingi mentally scolds himself, a good amount of his previously earned smugness flying out the window. Instead, he gives you kind of a sheepish look.

"I don't mind," you assure, tugging at his anime boxers next, "it's actually relieving to be reminded that you're still the cute, dorky Mingi and are not possessed by a sex demon."

"Incubus," Mingi points out.

"I don't fucking care. Just get this hideous thing off and have sex with me!"

Mingi does not need to be told twice, although he makes a mental note to scold you later for calling the one and only Naruto printed on a piece of fabric shielding his balls from the outside world hideous.

"God, fuck," you let out, and Mingi chuckles at your reaction to his naked lower half, "come here. Please."

You pull him closer, wrap your legs around him and beg him with your eyes. Mingi wastes not another second, aligning himself with your hole and slowly pushing forwards. Your eyes roll back as he enters you, causing you to hold onto him for dear life as he inches inside, filling you completely.

God, must your walls hug him so perfectly? Must you be so unbelievably wet just for him? Must you make these sounds? Mingi feels like he doesn't want to be inside anyone else ever again.

"I feel like I don't want to inside anything else ever again."

How did that get out there?

You chuckle, and have the nerve to pinch his cheek, as if he wasn't balls deep buried inside you right now. "You're so cute."

Cute?!

Mingi will show you cute. He grabs your jaw, admittedly still gently, and makes you look at him as he pulls almost all the way out until his tip catches at your entrance. "Cute?" And he pushes in all the way all at once. You moan, the feeling too much, too intense for you to still keep your eyes open. Helplessly, you cling to Mingi's body as he repeats the action 4 more times before setting a steady rhythm, angling his hips in a way that should stimulate the spot you liked so much earlier.

With your mouth hanging open and your eyebrows scrunched, you look like the prettiest thing Mingi's ever seen. He wants to see you drool, watch you completely lose your mind over nothing else but his cock. At the same time, he is surprised how good it feels. Well, not surprised that it feels good, but that it feels abnormally good, like he's about to nut in the next minute or so. Hopefully, he's able to coax another high out of you before that.

"What was it that riled you up so much earlier? My voice?" He growls, and you as much as whimper in return. "Yeah, like it that my voice is so deep?" You nod pathetically. "Cute."

"Mingi- 's so good."

"Yeah, am I fucking you good?" Mingi grins and you nod weakly, struggling to keep your eyes open. Mingi really shouldn't be the one talking big because honestly, he feels like if u moan one more time, if ur walls clench around him one more time, he is going to lose it. Something about this entire situation is just super surreal to him, or maybe it's simply you that is the reason for his premature high that is coming for him with fast steps.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, kissing your cheek before whispering, "can I please cum inside?"

"Shit, y-yes," you confirm, nodding quickly as you fight your hardest battle to keep your eyes open, focused and on the man that's currently grinding his tip into your sweet spot. Mingi feels like he loves you.

Mingi also feels like he's loosing his grip on reality, which is why he grabs your hips harder than before, using his strength to really slam his hips into yours with force, drowning his thoughts with the sounds of your moans. There is nothing on his mind except for you, you, you, and the primal need to make you his.

"Please," he groans, not quite sure what he's begging for, but it doesn't really matter in the end, does it? All that matters is that Mingi's ears catch the way you're begging him to cum for you, to fill you up, to please, please finish inside. He is not going to deny you that wish.

His hips stutter, his mind goes numb as he feels his muscles tighten and contract, releasing deep inside you. The feeling spreads in his body, feeling high and happy with such a forceful orgasm like this one.

Everything after is just a blur in his mind, he just remembers realizing that you didn't cum a second time, and he wouldn't be Mingi if he kept it that way. That's why he found himself back on his knees seconds after pulling out, sucking your clit back into his mouth, tasting his own release that's threatening to drip out if it wasn't for his fast fingers pumping in and out of you to push you over the edge.

It doesn't take long until you do, orgasm fueled by the lewd action of Mingi eating his own cum out of you, he assumes. Somehow, you two end up in his bed after, mostly because Mingi is a cuddler, partly because Mingi is not able to let you go yet. Or ever. Who knows.

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ell-does-stuff · 1 month

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MAKING A BIG OL POST OF EVERYTHING I GOTTA SAY ABOUT THE NEW SPOOKY MONTH BECAUSE HOLY SHITTTT THERES A LOT

‼️‼️SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY‼️‼️

THE THIEVES ARE BACK WOOOOOOOO!! IVE MISSED THEM SM

also eepy lila

while gathering images for this ive noticed that the "pile of dexter" as im calling it is staring at the thieves the whole time they're in the attic (specifically fat thief)

is he somehow still alive???? just possessing a pile of dead doll????????

so cool to see the big ass spider get some actual relevance!! def gonna be important next episode for sure

ROSS'S DAD!!!!!!!!

also jaune is so pretty with her hair down like omggg... love to see her being such a supportive friend to lila as well

"are you throwing away dad's stuff mom?" WAAAAAA MY POOR BABYYY IM GONNA CRYYY

HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN

theyre so me

DEXTERRRRJRJRJRHSHSHDBBDBSB!!+!!!!!(!!

"this cat looks sick im taking it to the vet" BULLSHIT i know what you are. 👁️👁️

DEXTER'S MOM!?!?????!?!?!?!?!!!??? i had no idea she would ever show up like wow i did not expect to see her at all

poor little babies and their lack of parents

ok sorry ik im joking here but MAN this scene made me feel bad 😭😭😭

THE FUCK.

pretty sure this dude is the same guy as the "costume bob" in the last episode??? i felt bad for him last time but here he seems like kind of a pathetic and weird ass man ngl lol

RADFORRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!(!!(;+;!;(;;(;??;(;;!!(+!!++!(++!

HES SUCH A GOD DAMN SILLY NERD MAN LIKEEEEE "he even sounds like he does in the movies!!!!!!" BROOOO I LOVE HIMMMMMMMMMM DJJDGWHDHSHFH

he is EXACTLY how i pictured he would be!! my brain is not gonna shut up about him for the next few days i just know it HAHAHAH

also my caramelpopcorn (thats their ship name right?? or was it candycorn??? i forgor lol) heart is completely full, i loved actually seeing him and kevin canonically interact, they are perfect <3

HES IN THE CANDY CLUB OUTFIRTBD RJSHNF EBDJFBSBDJC EJDUFBEBW DKXN SCUEBFNFBRJSJCJCHDB!!!!(!!!!!;+;(;!!(+!!

"im... uh... like an uncle!!" "i just wanna help the children..." BROO??? feeling kinda bad for frank rn, these are like the only kids he genuinely cares about and hes being turned away from em

ik hes a shady guy but STILL

GREGOR LOOKS SO GOOFY DOING THE DANCE JDBDHSHFHD LIKE WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THATTTTT

also i made this gif myself yall better like it

aaaaaaaaaand dexter's mom is dead.

like son like mother i guess 💀

love how ignacio's door has small little boards on it from when they bashed it with a hammer HAHAHHA

also, looking at the inside of ignacio's house, is that john's family on the little table there???

one of the images in the arg gives a better look at this, but i had no idea it was in IGNACIO'S HOUSE of all places. why does he have that??? and right by the gun too.... what is this silly cult man planning......

(the arg image in question if yall were wondering)

"we understand you" "we're here for you dude" "thank you guys, i just wish things weren't so..." HATZGANG FRIENDSHIP WAAAAA!!!!!

also ROY HAS BEEN THROUGH SHIT MY POOR GUYYYY i wanna hug him mannnn 🥺

IMAGE LIMIT IS KILLING ME SO IM GONNA REBLOG THIS WITH MORE SHIT TO SAY BECAUSE I AM NOT DONE MANNN‼️‼️‼️‼️

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astr0exe · 23 days

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HELLO??!?!?!?! UR NEWEST POSTS?!?! SCRUMPTIOUS ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ WONDERFUL AS ALWAYS <3

anyway, hope your day is going good 😚 maybe a part 2 of bunny!R wit pup soap, owner simon n owner price? just R who is sososo shy when his heat comes around, his just so needy for any kind of stimulation so Price n si arrange a play date so johnny can help his lil bun in heat <3 knotting maybe?

PLS ignore if you don’t feel comfy writing this!! 🩷🩷🩷

Loads of asks for pt.2 lmao😭 just using this one cause it’s the oldest (sorry this took so long, again, lost my phone and just not feeling well rn) !! HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS THO 🫶🏻 have a great day ml 🩶

part.1

// CW : tm!reader , bunny!reader , puppy!Soap , praise , knotting , breeding (??)

Your heat was aggressive and sharp, the pain excruciating while slick runs down your soft thighs. Your curled up as Price is on the phone next to you, his large hand rubbing your stomach softly whilst he speaks to Simon, arranging for Soap to come over and ‘help his poor bunny out’. It’s so unbearable, poor baby is just drenched in sweat and slick, needing a cock in you but John won’t give you it, just telling you to ‘wait for Johnny.. He’ll play with you baby boy’.

Simon and Soap get to the house in record time, you can smell Johnny even before he gets to the bedroom, his scent overwhelming making you whine and sob louder. Just the sound of your whimpers puts him on edge, groaning quietly as he enters the room saliva coating his lips. His ears are standing up atop his head, tail wagging incessantly due to your scent. His eyes are wild as he stalks over to your curled up whining form on the bed, your noses touch with your closeness.

The kiss isn’t soft or kind, it’s full of aggression and lust. Your brain is foggy and muddled as your lips meld with Soaps, John and Simon have both left, knowing that Johnny could get possessive with you being in heat. Soaps groans and whines fill the room as he shoves his pants and boxers down, just needing to be in your tight drenched heat. Your dick is sensitive and stiff, covered in your juices as Soap’s fingers move to collect some. His fingers spread open your hole showing just how needy you are.

“Fuckkk bonnie, need you.. gonna fuck you so full and good bunny..” He groans, his bulbous and hard cock entering you in one motion. Your moans are loud and echoing across the room whilst Johnny’s hip ram against yours harshly, his teeth attacking your neck in a show of dominance over you. His knot is pressing hard against your entrance, swollen as he whines in your ear “Bunny.. good boyy, gonna cum in you yea’? Gonna let me cum in you and stuff you with my pups? good boy keep moaning for me go on baby..”

His words make you pulse and clench around his cock as you orgasm, your eyes rolling as your legs shake, the pleasure assaulting all of your senses especially because Soap is still fucking into you. You nearly cum again almost immediately due to Soaps knot forcing itself inside your cunt. Johnny’s moans are quiet as his cum paints your walls, his cock twitching as his balls and knot pump you full. He basically collapses on you as the bedroom door opens, Johnny’s arms are tight around your soft body as you both cuddle, taken by the ecstasy of orgasming.

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nyxiswrites1200 · 3 months

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Pookie I need MROE sub!sam Winchester I’m literally like going insane clawing at my enclosure foaming at the mouth

I need to see with man because I know deep in my heart that he’s pathetic and dose in fact cry big phat tears in bed and dose that hiccup thing and also whimpers and can’t speak coherently because he’s so stimulated and clawing at your arm.

Anyways I need to genuinely be sedated because I’ve never acted like this towards a man like EVER so excuse me and thank you for your time 🫶🫶

Hope u have a wonderful night 🥰‼️

Babe you are feral and I love it <33 I got such a vivid image with this request 🤭🤭

~ 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒆 ~

Sam Winchester x GN!Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Penetration, Teasing, Edging, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Begging, Crying, Pet names, Committed Relationship

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Sam lacked so much control in his life. That's why he always took the dominant position in the relationship. You didn't mind that, you liked it even. You loved letting him take care of you and protect you.

However, sometimes you wanted to let him relax for once. You wanted to take care of him and just have him let go.

That's how you ended up here. Alone in the motel room with Sam. Sam laid on the bed, his head thrown back against the headboard as needy moans left him. Your hand wrapped around his painfully hard cock, pre-cum dripping from the tip. You finally rub your thumb over it, smearing the sticky substance all over the head of his cock. The action draws a whiny moan from the larger man.

His hand instinctively gripping your forearm due to the overstimulation you were providing. "Sweetie-..Sweetie, please" he begged, a desperate need in his tone.

"Hm? What do you need, Sammy~?" You ask, playing dumb. As if you haven't edged him twice and gave him so much foreplay he about came in his boxers. "C'mon babe- I need you to let me cum" he rasps.

You move your hand back up and down his length, stroking him just how he likes. Slightly gripping him just a little too tight, making his grip on your forearm tighten up as he lets out a breathy whine.

You don't respond to his plea, you just gently grab his chin and tug him into a sweet kiss. He doesn't hesitate to respond as he kisses you back. It's feverish and sloppy on both ends, a string of saliva follows when you pull away.

You know he's about to cum, you feel Sam's cock twitch in your grip. "Please, don't stop" he groans but it's messy and needy. You can't help but pull your hand away just to test a reaction.

"Nono- fuck, sweetheart..." He whines, you swear you see tears build on his lash line as you deny him again, a small hiccup leaving him. "Awe, don't cry Sammy" you speak gently as you cup his cheek and kiss a line down his jaw. But Sam can't help it, you've got him borderline crying because you won't let him cum. You've gotten him completely unwound in front of you, his sensitive and vulnerable side welcoming your sweet torment.

You decide to spare him anymore heartache.

You push your underwear to the side, baring your more than welcoming entrance to him.

You grab his cock and push it inside, taking him all the way. Sam immediately grabs your hips, his large hands splayed across your figure. He doesn't hesitate to thrust his cock right up into you, hitting that sweet spot with ease.

"Fuck Sammy~" you moan out as you ground yourself against his chest with your hands. But Sam doesn't stop, now that he's got you right here, sitting on his lap with his cock stuffed into you. His hands keep a firm grip on your hips and he fucks you hard, pounding into that sweet spot that makes your eyes roll back.

"I'm gonna fuck you full of my cum, is that what you wanted? Getting me all worked up so I could fill you?" He grunts as he feels your body respond positively to his words.

He let out whiny moans, tears staining his cheeks from how tight and warm you felt. He couldn't help himself, you'd made him so needy and finally gave him what he wanted.

Your brain turned to mush as he sent you over the edge. He kept pounding you until he finally let out a whiny moan as he came, tears spilling down his cheeks from how good it felt to finally cum. He pulls back before slamming every inch back in, fucking his cum deeper into your hole.

You pant, a moment passing of nothing. Sam pulls out of you, making you think he's finished. But then he grabs you, flipping you over in front of him. You were shocked but before you could even turn to look at him, he stuffs his fat cock back inside you.

You bury your face into the sheets as you moan loudly.

"Sam- Sam wait-" you whine as he begins pounding into you again. He holds your hips firmly.

"I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart" he rasps.

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xuperiortemptresshelena367656 · 1 year

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DREAMS INTO FANTASY, FANTASY INTO REALITY... Enter my world, a world where you will serve my every wish and I control everything. You will surrender yourself to Me, and I will render you helpless as you serve Me, your beautiful and powerful Goddess.

I’m Dominatrix HelenatrixXx Martha , You shall refer to me as Goddess Helena and you will always use my title when addressing me. I am an online petite, curvy, white & Caucasian Dominatrix based in Los Angeles. I am a professionally trained and experienced Goddess who will test your mind, your physical body and your servitude. I require those who seek to serve Me to be honest, respectful in their approach and considerate of My precious time.

I'm naturally dominant woman in all aspects of life and I take great delight in sadistic controlled dynamics. I love the sense of power which comes with My ability to subdue you, to leave you powerless, aroused and obedient.

I am intelligent, respectful, dedicated and focused in all that I endeavor to do or challenge. I am playful, but extremely demanding. Teasing is a joy for Me; you will beg for My attention and I will move you to levels of anticipation and awareness you may never have experienced before. I play cleanly, sanitized, private and discreet. It is outfitted to enhance the sensuality and sensitivity of our encounter together.

You will be enticed by my beauty, the evil sadistic sparkle in my eyes and the cruelty that keeps you captivated in my grasp, yearning to feel what it's like to be under my strict control. I keep My body in top physical shape and take time to prepare for each session. When we meet at the door of your submissiveness, expect the full power of my gaze. Your heartbeat will quicken in anticipation as I rapidly bring you under My complete and expert control. I'm mainly an online Dominatrix and I immerse Myself into My sessions, so be prepared to experience something very special and unique.

The admiration and devotion you will learn under me, to please me at all times will leave a inescapable desire in your brain and you will be conditioned to only pleasing Me. You have a great honour to have the chance to serve me, to prove yourself as a slave. I demand utmost respect at all times so to start your journey as my slave, you must read every word on my page that I have diligently laid out for you so when you approach me to impress me. Whether this is your first venture into BDSM, you've been seeking a Mistress that can fulfill your desires, or you're an experienced kinkster looking to be pushed in a new way-every session is personalized and focused on creating a lasting memory for your enjoyment.

Each time you visit your memory, it will increase your need to beg for return. Take extreme pride in listening to your input, your fantasies, your desires delving into your imagination and bringing those yearnings into reality. I will take full control as you submit to my every wish, my every command, my every desire. While My interests are not limited to those listed below. Outside of My limits, if you can dream of them, I can design them for you. Even flowers require some guidance to come to full bloom. In that vein, I will work with "budding" slaves/littles/subs to carefully open each petal. ‼️NOTE‼️: I don’t believe my “Domly Dom message” will make you melt into a puddle, I’m a Straightforward & Service-oriented Domme so I’m naturally plain.

✅MY INTERESTS:

- Tease & Denial

-Chastity

- Degradation &/or Humiliation

- Discipline

- Electric Play &/or Electricstimulation

- Spanking &/or Face Slapping

- Sissification &/or Feminization (forced or voluntary)

- High Heel Worship

- Impact Play

- Lingerie & Corsets

- Ass Worship

- Latex & Leather

- Exposure

- СВТ

- Bondage

- Edging

- Pegging

- Anal

- JOI

- Cuckold

- Feet

-Caging

- Mind-Fuck

- Nipple Torture

- Nylon/Stocking Play

- Obiectification

- Role Play

- Smoking

- Tickle Torture

- Trampling

- Water Sports

- Workplace Domination

- Wax Play

- Humiliation

- Sissygasm

- Mummification

- Rubber

- Verbal Abuse

- Ball Busting

- Pet Play

- Diapers

- Homewrecking

❌MY LIMITS:

- Beastiality

- Blood Play

- Play Involving Children

- Race Play

- Scat

You can also contact Me Via: /telegram- @temptresshelena/ /[email protected]/ /facebook-HerTemptressry Emiliana/

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lunarlianna · 1 year

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Asteroid Lust

Asteroid Lust (4386) it represents our deepest darkest desires. As Lucifer would say “What do you desire?”. It doesn’t refer just at the sexual aspect but also to what we want to do in excess or what do we find attractive. Please read the sign and the house as well, since I’ve notice it most of the times will work 50/50 on how much it resonates.

Lust in Aries/1st house You may be an adrenaline junky, you like to test the limits that your body has. You like to dominate your partners, if someone massages your head it may turn you on. You are attracted to risky places, maybe you are an exhibitionist. You like when your partner is confident.

Lust in Taurus/2nd house You like to connect yourself with all the five senses. You may have a tendency to have excesses when it comes to food. You love lavishing and exquisite meals. You may like to be sense deprived during intimate moments. You may be attracted towards partners that have a sensual voice.

Lust in Gemini/3th house You are attracted and like to have your brain stimulated. We can say that you are a sapiosexual human. In the bedroom you may like to role play and dirty talk. You may also make a lot of obscene jokes. You may have an on and off sexual desires.

Lust in Cancer/4th house You need comfort and protection. You are attracted towards partners that makes you feel safe. You may have an obsession with decorating your house. You may like to be intimate when the Moon is full and also somewhere near water spots. The bust and hips are very sensitive.

Lust in Leo/5th house Deep down you want to be famous or know for your talents. You’re attracted to fun and spontaneous partners, does that can activate your inner child. Your stomach is very sensible and praises are a must in the bedroom.

Lust in Virgo/6th house You like to add value to someone or the community. You enjoy being of service. Probably you like to be submissive in the bedroom. You may have fantasy that implies doctors or nurses. You may try holistic medicine in order to increase or stimulate your partner’s pleasure.

Lust in Libra/7th house: You may express your sensual part more when you are in a relationship. You may also have the tendency to stay way to long in a relationship or to never take a break from dating. You are in love with romance more than anything else. You may like being touched around on the back, hips and lower back especially.

Lust in Scorpio/8th house: You like to merge yourself with your partner. You may enjoy inflicting pain; you may like playing around the fine line of pleasure with pain. You may channel kundalini energy or activated it without realizing it. You need to transform yourself through sex. You may have more extreme taste in love making.

Lust in Sagittarius/9th house: You may be attracted to foreigners or have a think for accents. You may want to experiment outside of your house or country. You need space to explore your sexuality. You are willing to try anything at least once. You may like more rough intercourse.

Lust in Capricorn/10th house: You are attracted to status and power. You may have a domination fantasy. You may also use sex-appeal to climb the leader of social status. You have high stamina and enjoy having all night sex. Usually, your very selective to the people you go in bed with.

Lust in Aquarius/11th house: You may want to be polyamorous or have more than 1 partner. You don’t like conventional settings. You need freedom to express and explore yourself. You may enjoy cosplay and role plays. You may be one that prefer having friends with benefits.

Lust Pisces/12th house: You have a desire to a soulmate and to end all the pain in the world. You project your fantasies into your partner. You may have a hunger for sexual encounter that feel etherical or that merges your souls together.

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eoieopda · 1 year

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the one with yoongi, netflix, and zero chill

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader Type: Drabble; Suggestive Fluff Word Count: 1.1k Content: fuck buddy!au; birthday boi Yoongs A/N: Nobody asked for this — I just wanted it, lmao. HAPPY (belated) YOONGI DAY ‼️

Of all the texts you might’ve expected to receive from Min Yoongi — of all people —this hadn’t been one of them. A far cry from the anticipated “cum over?” and follow-up “that was intentionally cringe but seriously, get here,” it was one word:

Hey.

Simple, unassuming, shockingly innocuous. A text like this from any other person wouldn’t have set off the shop-lifting alarm in your brain, but this one did.

Until now, all of your other exchanges had been borderline — if not entirely — pornographic. Yoongi had received enough photos of you in compromising positions to fill a dossier; or the national archives, if your tits were properly classified as subjects of great cultural significance. He wasn’t the type to chat for the sake of it, certainly not without an ulterior motive bulging uncomfortably in too-tight jeans.

What the fuck?

Unable to square this flagrantly conversational message with its sender, you’d replied to ask if he meant to send it to someone else. He hadn’t, he clarified. Then, doubling down on whatever fast-one he was pulling, he’d asked if you wanted to hang out. No suggestive emojis, no “*bang out, my bad” — just an invitation, sans subtext.

It was too intriguing to ignore.

You parked in your usual spot on a side street and followed the same path you always did towards his apartment building. By now, there should’ve been shoe prints worn into the concrete from how frequently you’d passed overtop, but there weren’t. You were able to confirm as much because you were finally perceiving that sidewalk in sunlight. Even his building looked different when it wasn’t shrouded in darkness and questionable judgment.

After a quick trip up the stairs, you found yourself on familiar territory: a doormat that said “fuck off.” You snorted, staring down at it, and wondered if it knew how often you’d done the opposite.

You knocked and Yoongi answered; his usual smirk wasn’t present with him to greet you. Instead, he offered you what looked like a genuine smile and nodded his head for you to come inside. If your ears hadn’t deceived you, you might have heard him ask about your day, but they were too busy ringing as if a bomb had gone off nearby. Still shocked, your brain was left to stagger through the aftermath while you trailed off after him.

At this point, on any other occasion, he would be charting a map of your body by now — before you could even cross the threshold. There’d be a mouth nipping at the underside of your jaw, too. In lieu of small talk, his tongue would be lavishing warmth upon the curve of your neck. This time, though, Yoongi kept his hands to himself — and when he led you further into his apartment, he didn’t make a beeline for his bedroom.

Once more, with feeling: what the fuck?

You’d never seen his living room before, not even in your fucked-out wobble towards the door when your nights with him were over. It was cozy, confusingly soft in comparison to the roughness you knew right down the hall. Plush couch, plusher throw blankets, and multiple bookshelves — all seemingly hand-crafted. To your surprise, they were all full of personal trinkets, and curated works of fiction and nonfiction alike.

It never crossed your mind that he had personal possessions, let alone hobbies. You were shocked to learn that your recurring dick appointment involved a full-fledged person with interests. You coughed, “You read?”

It wasn’t meant as an insult, but it sure as hell sounded like one. Immediately, you winced at your lack of tact.

Just add friendly conversation to the short list of things that mouth doesn’t do.

When Yoongi blinked slowly back at you, all you could do was anticipate. What quip would he hit you with? What sarcastic remark would fly out of his mouth and how wet would it make you despite your embarrassment?

He chuckled, shrugged, and said, “Guess I do.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. Yoongi’s face didn’t change at all, remaining as airy and unbothered as it was when you walked through the door. He unknowingly left you buffering where you stood, walked around the back of his couch, and dropped down onto the cushions.

You might’ve stood there all night, wondering what sort of wormhole you’d fallen into, but he glanced back over his shoulder at you. It wasn’t expectant, the way he eyed you. In fact, he seemed just as confused as you were.

“You good?” Yoongi asked, eyebrow slightly raised.

You opened your mouth to respond; nothing came out. Am I? Does anybody else smell burning toast? You closed it again without saying a word.

Resigned to this frighteningly domestic fever dream, you padded over to where he was — apparently — waiting and sunk down into the cushion next to him. Though you couldn’t explain why, you left a few centimeters of space in between your thigh and his. Grinding yourself down onto his naked lap was one thing, but this all felt so blatantly out-of-bounds.

Once you were settled into your spot, you watched with suspicious eyes as he turned on the television. He’d begun to scroll through Netflix’s newest additions before you’d bothered to blink.

Yoongi was in the middle of asking you what sort of movies you typically watched when you blurted out:

“I don’t understand what’s happening here.”

He hit play on whatever choice he’d made and set the remote back down onto his coffee table. “What’s happening is Tazza because you said you’ve never seen it.” He responded easily, like none of this was wildly out of the ordinary. Then, he turned to smile at you again. “It’s a great movie. Probably my favorite, honestly.”

There wasn’t a single coherent thought in your brain, just the sound of sirens and flashing red lights. Is this what he meant when he asked you to hang out? Sitting on his couch, fully-clothed, watching a movie? His favorite movie? The one he knows you haven’t seen?

Maybe that was how normal friendships worked, but this friendship blew your back out on a bi-weekly basis. This friend routinely rearranged your guts, whispered depravity in your ear — and throughout all of that, he noted the distinctly non-sexual shit you mentioned in passing.

Things you didn’t even remember saying.

Using some sort of app on his phone, he dimmed the lights. As the opening scene blared from the screen ahead, he nestled himself down into the couch looking downright huggable. It wasn’t a word you’d ever have attributed to Min Yoongi until now, but there was no other way to process the weird urge you felt to nestle into him.

You didn’t, though. You stayed firmly planted within the bounds of your designated cushion, straight upright with perfect posture you’d never previously exhibited. Still, you were staring and you couldn’t quite help it.

Yoongi could sense it, it seemed. He pulled his gaze off the screen and set his sights on you. And he kept them there, inhaling quietly then exhaling a soft sigh. “It’s my birthday.”

If that was meant to be an explanation for summoning you, it only made matters more confusing. Stupefied, you peeped, “Oh? Happy — um — h-happy birthday?”

He looked shy, which was yet another word you’d never expected to associate with him. Even in the dark, you could see the way his cheeks flushed pink.

Yoongi swallowed, nudging your nearby thigh softly with his knuckles. “I didn’t want to spend it alone.”

#jade’s drabbles #bts drabble #min yoongi drabble #yoongi drabble #yoongi day #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you #yoongi x you #min yoongi fluff #yoongi fluff #bts imagine #bts scenarios #yoongi imagine #yoongi scenarios #myg #trashlibrary #re: the one with yoongi netflix and zero chill

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straykids-97 · 7 months

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Yunho's natal chart indicates he'd be into CNC and it just fits so well.

Just being able to have full control over you and treat you like his property...

Listen.

LISTEN.

LISTEN!

You can’t do this to me Ruby 😭. Your natal charts only confirm my suspicions of how they (could potentially) act.

NEVER TRUST A GOLDEN RETRIEVER TYPE‼️

They act alllll sweet in public, hugging you and smiling and shit. Then they get you home and 180° your ass and then you turn around and they giving you the glare.

If you haven’t read @whatudowhennooneseesyou natal chart yet for Yunho, then for context plz STOP READING THIS AND GO THERE FOR REFERENCE!!

Here, I’ll help you out: NSFW YUNHO NATAL CHART

I am a firm believer AND supporter of HARD Dom Yunho. 🧎🏻‍♀️

Control

Dancing on the edge of obedience and disobedience is something of a fine art. Especially when it comes to you and Yunho.

As much as you love the consequences, you hate the way he glared at you when you did the exact opposite of what he asked of you. It almost made your skin crawl.

However, you were far more needy today and you were willing to literally do anything for even and iota of Yunho’s attention. Even if it was something you had never done before.

Yunho is sat at his desk, headphones over his ears, playing a game with the boys. You stand next to him, a familiar leather piece of jewelry that you only wore on occasion. At first, you weren’t sure if he even noticed you. But after dying and having a few moments to spare, he turns to you. The look in his eyes said it all; he was annoyed. He had been dealing with your bratty ass all morning, and he honestly didn’t want to spend the afternoon doing it either.

“What?” He gives you a quick once over, before his eyes do a double take to what’s in your hands. You watch as Yunho’s eyes slowly rake back up to your face, “Oh?” You bite your lip, unsure of what to say. “Are you sure?” He leans back in his chair, muting his mic before going on. “You understand what it means when you have that on, right?” You feebly nod, jumping slightly when he snaps at you, “Words.” His were sharp and concise, like a knife.

“Yes.” You feel his large hand wrap around your wrist, yanking you forward into his body. You catch yourself before you fall, and then he wraps his free hand around your throat, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.” A sly grin spreads over his face as he slowly takes the soft pink collar from your hands. “Hold your hair.” You stand there, pulling your hair into your hands and allow him to pull the collar around your throat. You gulp, feeling it tighten in place as he snaps it in the front of your neck.

You take a deep breath as his hands wrap around your throat, squeezing. “Now leave.” He snaps. An icy shiver for anticipation runs down your spine and you promptly leave his room.

Wearing the collar meant that he could do whatever he wanted to you, when he wanted to. He didn’t need permission, he already had it. As long as the collar was around your neck, he could come to you in the middle of the night and do whatever his deprived brain could think of.

You were washing dishes from dinner when he finally caught you, your shenanigans finally catching up to you. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck and yanked you backward, causing you to stumble. “Ah- Yunho!” You gasp, holding his wrist as he pinned you to the counter.

“Shut up!” He snapped, yanking your pants down to your thighs, proding your entrance with his hardened cock. “Good girls get to choose,” he hissed in your ear as he rolled his hips, his cock gliding across your folds, “bad girls take what they’re given and shut up.”

You whimper and nod, letting him do whatever he wanted. He drew back, thrusting his hips into yours as he began to roughly fuck you into the countertop. Your hips were going to be bruised from the force he was exerting behind you. “God- Fuck!” You cry as an orgasm rips through your body so violently that you almost think that you passed out.

Yunho yanks you into his body, arms wrapping around your midsection, a hand going to your throat and the other to your stomach to hold you as close as he could as he picked up the pace. No longer focused on if he was going hard anymore. He was chasing his own high. “Fuck.” He drew out the word like it was a delicacy to be savored, and after a few moments, his hips stuttered and he ceased moving.

You feel the collar fall off your neck and Yunho instantly goes into literal dad mode. “I wasn’t too rough was I? Are you ok?” He preens, turning you around in his arms to see the fucked out look on your face. You giggle sleepily, nodding feebly. He chuckles back, “Come on sleepy head.” He presses a soft kiss on your forehead and pulls you to your bedroom.

#ateez smut #ateez drabbles #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #yunho smut #anon request

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mmorw · 1 year

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Jay Hong from lookism has always been such a cute puppy, like image him absolutely sobbing n drooling while riding a fat cock. His thighs trembling while you let out sweet praises that melt his cute little brain. The sharp gasps and whimpers coming from his mouth fill the room you two are in

Yk?

I'm crying... but tears of reality bc this is SO TRUE ‼️

baby boy is just so cute 😭

cw: smut. afab chr. vaginal. riding. praise kink. biting. bro's being hermoso again.

!! English is not my first language 🤘 any spelling or grammatical errors, notify by dm.

short thirst.

I feel that Jay really is a romantic, yk? every time you nicely ask him to ride your cock, he'll hold your hands while he does it; happy to satisfy you and let out sweet gasps every time your cock hits his sensitive spot perfectly.

Calling him sweet names, complimenting the good job he does while it just makes him move more and more, he has no rest until he knows he's doing a good job. He melts so fast under you; letting you guide him if he gets tired and has to hug your neck to let you take his hips and help him get down easier.

his face and neck full of sweet kisses and few bites, cradling your cheeks as his perfect blonde hair sticks to his forehead and leaves you the beautiful view of one of his orbs. His sweet little face urges you to slam harder against him to only ruin that cute little face of his into a big mess. ♡

No matter how silly or hard you fuck him, Jay loves the romantic feeling of remembering that you two are fucking in his room with an amazing bed and view, giving such an intimate and close moment in a nice place able to let you two close your eyes and say something like, "fuck, thanks for this" while enjoying each other.

pounding deep into his cunt as his gasps rise in altitude, you take this as a "level up" game each time you try to make Jay's vocal cords work again, as he feels your fat cock fill him to his fucking limit.

My guy's legs are pretty nimble, aren't they? hard to hit and take a beating, it's funny how weak and wobbly they get once he loses control of them when he's just jumping on your lap like a fucking rabbit in heat lol.

his waist is so tiny and voluptuous too, you love to knead his skin until your finger marks leave bruises on his milky skin and you have to listen to his low whining when you two get in class the next day.

Jay also feels that he can be very closeted on days that are not 'safe' for him, he will have some sort of big dispute with himself whether he should carry condoms or birth control pills so he doesn't get a hard time in the future, and be able to enjoy your cock without a piece of plastic in the way. wink.

“Mm! cherry flavor!”

#specialty #sub lookism #dom male reader #dom reader #Jay Hong — Lookism.#sub Jay Hong #lmao idk what more #my in writing has no effect on him- im sorry 😭

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scenezfreak · 5 months

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A/N: I’m going to be writing for more male/Gn readers! I noticed I used to not write that because I wasn’t really confident in my work but I’m thinking about opening my requests again and if you ever stop by then please do request!!

Did not mean to forget abt this but it’s finally here ‼️ MIDTERMS ARE OVER AND ITS WINTER BREAK. IM FREE

“I’ll help you destress” PT.2

Jeff x gn!reader

Pt.1 here

Warnings: Jeff…, oral (reader receiving), blood play,

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI

“I can’t wait to absolutely destroy you tonight.”

You shivered. His words settled heavy in your brain. Your eyes met his lidless ones, waiting for what he was going to do next. He dipped his head down to your neck, kissing and sucking, making you groan. His cold, almost dead looking hands went under your shirt. You tensed up at the feeling of his cold hands running up and down your body. “Please…” you whimpered out, making him halt for a second. His hands ducked under the waistband of your pants, teasing you. “Fuck- just touch me already.” He stopped which pulled a whine out of you.

“That’s not how we ask, now is it?” He asked in a condescending tone. He soon stripped you of your shirt, exposing your chest to the cool night air. His hot breath fanning over your tummy as he kissed his way down. You squirmed as he reached the top of your shorts. His eyes flicked up at you before he quickly made work of taking them off you too along with whatever you had underneath. You blushed more than you already were, who wouldn’t? You’re exposed to a man you’ve never met…but then again, that’s what makes this to enticing.

His tongue poked out to tease at your sex before fully putting his mouth on it. You threw your head back with a moan. “AHG- F-fuck please-“ your hands gripped at his raven dark hair as you pulled him more causing him to moan a bit. The vibrations sent shivers up your spine. You were a mess and he was loving every second of it. His mouth sucking and licking you. Your hips involuntarily thrusting more towards him.

Letting out a whimper, “I need you so bad..please..” god you sounded absolutely pathetic, tears pricking at the edges of your eyes. He stopped with a low chuckle and climbed on top of you grabbing your throat, bringing you closer to him. “Yeah? Want a killer to fuck you raw?” He hummed in amusement as you nodded. Your eyes- oh your eyes glossed over with tears and need for him. “Beg.” You bit your lip, it was embarrassing..you looked him in his eyes. “Please Jeff..use me, hurt me, anything..just- just fuck me until I can’t thin-“ you couldn’t finish before his lips found yours, flinching as he bit your bottom lip, drawing blood. His tongue working its way in your mouth as you guys shared a kiss full of your blood.

His hands clawed at your chest, massaging and pinching your nipples causing you to arch your back. One hand left your chest to undo his pants and pulled them and his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring out and slap his abdomen. You stopped kissing him and couldn’t help but stare, he’s definitely on the bigger side that’s for sure. “Take a picture it’ll last longer, hun” he teased as he slapped his hard cock against your hole. “Ready?” Not even giving you a chance before he slid in balls deep in one go.

You throw your head back and bite your lip, tears slipped down your face. “ ‘s too big Jeff..” you looked up at him. “Fuck..keep saying my name like that and I just might break you” he snapped his hips in and out of you roughly. His balls slapping against you making that wet “plap plap plap” sound. You felt him so deep, your legs wrapping around his hips as well as your arms wrapping around his neck. Whimpering and moaning as he destroyed your tight hole. “God.. so. Fucking. Tight.” He emphasizes with harsh thrusts. One of his hands went up to yank your hair back to expose your pretty neck to him.

Immediately latching on and biting. Your moans only got louder when you felt it. His big tip hitting all the right places inside of you. “Yeah that’s it. Lose yourself..haah…let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.” He was starting to lose himself too. His speed increasing and you could hear slight moans come from him. The hand that wasn’t in your hair went down to your sex, rubbing you as he continued to bite and suck at your neck. Your body twitched and you came undone with a loud moan of his name.

You came all over him causing his cock to twitch as he lifted up and grabbed your hips. His speed increasing impossibly fast, he finished not long after. You could feel his balls twitching against you when he came deep inside. His hot thick cum shooting out in thick globs inside of you. He thrusted a couple more times to relieve you both of your high’s. You both panted as you look at each other. ..a moment passed before he quickly started making out with you again aggressively, hand squeezing your throat.

And you didn’t want him to leave any time soon.

🏷️: @msdarkshadow @horrorfanforl

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #smut #jeff the killer smut #creepypasta smut

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yuikomorii · 1 year

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Ayato is slowly turning into the new “Yui” (she still gets hate too but yk less than other years) of the Diabolik Lovers fandom and I really thought the fandom was healing -jokes on me-

The way they complain about Ayato being too caring now inducing that he’s turning into a simp reminds me of the same people who complained about Yui for not fighting back and calling her weak for that. Let’s just let everyone enjoy whatever characters they want WITHOUT TRYING TO RUIN THEIR FUN ‼️

Also, why did Ayato even get so hated anyway? He was always one of the least horrible ones and right now, after all his development, I don’t find anything so unlikeable about him. He tries to see the good in others despite having such a past full of suffering. If I hear anyone say “because he’s too caring/dumb/immature” I will riot because why would it be bad to be caring with your girlfriend? He isn’t even as immature as people say. Isn’t this the same guy who took responsibility for things that were none of his business but he did so just to help others?

And don’t get me started on the fact he isn’t dumb at all. He’s an idiot because he’s uneducated but his brain power is above average. I played Reiji’s route awhile now and there was this chapter where Reiji helped Yui study for her math test but only after a timeskip she managed to get a right result while in Ayato’s after story, there was the same scene but with different characters and Ayato was able to learn very fast after Yui explained to him and even she found that amazing about him because he started getting all answers right. After I got interested in young blood, I came to the conclusion that he was the only Sakamaki brother who found something suspicious about the ceremony and planned to investigate it. I recall a few other moments but I’m curious to hear if you got a favourite one.

I hope this ask wasn’t too long ;w; I tried to fit my thoughts in but it’s ok if you don’t have time to answer it soon ^^

// So many languages in this word, but you decided to speak FACTS!

The reasons why some people start hating on certain characters, are incredibly embarrassing. Just tell me you didn’t pay attention to the story, without actually telling me that you didn’t pay attention to the story.

They had previously complained about him being too bratty and arrogant, but now that his true side has been revealed, they are still dissatisfied since he is not the "edgy and complex" vampire boyfriend they wanted him to be. Do you like such characters? Good for you but only because you have a preference towards those, doesn’t mean you should tell others how much their bias sucks… it’s just so uncalled??

As you said, something I have always found admirable about Ayato is his ability to be pure-hearted, despite his background. I can’t say anyone got much love yet… Beatrix was strict but she canonically loved both of her children, Christa was mentally ill and had her crazy episodes but it was shown that she still loved and cared for Subaru, and then there’s Cordelia, who truly didn’t show or feel any sort of love towards any of her children. In DF, I’m sure she regretted her actions but saying that she loved Ayato, Kanato and Laito would be an exaggeration. It’s no surprise that the triplets turned out so twisted when they didn’t get a taste of affection or kindness AT ALL. And Ayato’s side goes beyond that, since he literally was the piñata of so many characters.

In YB, he was used as bait, betrayed, and brutally knocked down by ghouls, as well as beaten up to the point of almost getting killed.

In Ayato’s character book, it was confirmed that Cordelia threw him in the lake every time he didn’t study. He had several near-death experiences as a result of her, and she frequently whipped and beat him up.

In the DF prologue, Carla and Shin sent the wolves to especially attack Ayato, not Yui, but Ayato thought they were going after her, so he sacrificed himself for her and used himself as shield so as she wouldn’t get hurt. He got severely injured that in some routes it takes a lot of time until he wakes up from the coma.

In Kino’s LE route, he burns Ayato alive and beats him up afterwards.

Last but not least, he got the Adam curse when he was a child and that’s so painful because it basically means drowning in a state of despair and insanity, until getting to taste something similar to that fig.

final YB chapter

Didn’t count the emotional and mental abuse but the physical one was INSANE. Despite so much torture, even if some of his actions were wrong too, most of the time he continued to value his life and to be empathetic and forgiving to those who mistreated him.

Let's not forget that we're talking about vampires here, who will always be more wicked than humans because, although not inherently evil, they still have a predator instinct, but what's truly fascinating about Ayato's character is that he has such a good soul in spite of learning from an early age that there is no kindness in this world. It's no surprise that Karlheinz was taken aback.

Moreover, I thought everyone was aware that Ayato isn’t actually stupid?? A bunch of his dumb moments are merely used for generating laughter and they’re not meant to be taken seriously. People also need to understand that the Japanese audience loves this kind of characters. They consider him an idiot in the affectionate way, because the lack of knowledge and gullibility make him endearing in their eyes. They don’t think of him as a genuine idiot. After all, nobody would like a character who’s completely dense.

It’s true that he’s impulsive and uneducated, which leads to him making dumb choices but I agree that his brain works faster sometimes than the one of other characters.

One of my favorite scenes is the one in which he eavesdropped on Cordelia, hearing that she only gave Karl children for attention, and he was the only Sakamaki who rapidly succeeded in connecting all of the dots, regarding all of Karl's victims and him being the root of all evil, which was the best revelation reaction in DL. I also enjoyed how, while all of his brothers rushed to kill Karlheinz (except for Laito, who had no battle scene in his route), Ayato was the only one who was like, "I won't kill you because I'd lead your plan to success in that case," and he only killed him after Karl wanted to harm Yui. If you haven't played DF, I recommend saving Ayato's route for last because it provides the most satisfaction.

Don't be concerned about the length! I believe I wrote a lot as well haha, but that's because your ask was so interesting to read! You made some excellent points, and I'm glad you're one of those people that can comprehend a character! 🥹🩷

#admin #ayato sakamaki #diabolik lovers #(no matter the hate)#(he’s still Rejet’s Golden boy)#dialovers

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