Hanaruri- TUUUNES!🌸

-> 23 years old 🌸 she/her -> sideblog for horny and smutty stuff so MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT (was mostly for reblogs at first but I do write some silly stuff on my side from time to time so there’s that) -> Pfp and banner are official art from the popular anime "Oshi no Ko" namely the super talented character designer/artist Kanna Hirayama. She goes by "kaaaaaappe" on Twitter so pls follow her -> I'm mainly into young adult fantasy books but I also enjoy anime/manga/video games/series/movies etc etc -> Started off being really into obey me, then tears of themis and now I'm mostly into love and deepspace because I'm predictable 💗 -> 📩 Leave messages in my askbox! 📩 Can’t promise I’ll answer to everything but do know that I definitely read them all! And if I like some of the stuff I get, I can write some headcanons or short scenarios off of that (but again, no promises!)

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Brother I'm so mad, just realized tumblr isn't loading the small gifs I put as separations in my fic... why. Is it too hard tumblr? Are my smol gifs too difficult to load? >:((

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Aight, just switched them up with dumb lil emojis *insert a dismayed sigh here* honestly idk why I bother- EVERYONE IS JUST WAITING FOR CALEB'S MYTH TO DROP, no one will even read that dang fic

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Brother I'm so mad, just realized tumblr isn't loading the small gifs I put as separations in my fic... why. Is it too hard tumblr? Are my smol gifs too difficult to load? >:((

[akuma-ren]

My contribution to the panty fiend Caleb HC

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CALEB IS SO JACKED

[akuma-ren]

Fckign howling over the spectrum of caleb doodles I've done today😭 i didn't even realize until I finished the right

Left inspired by a poster on xhs:

[acerathia-deactivated20250406]

oh, to give him a massage (with totally pure thoughts, nothing else, definitely not to feel him up or anything), and for him to get a boner because you're the one touching him and he can feel your warmth and your skin and he can smell you and he can't help but imagine the way you might look clinging to his shoulders desperately instead

[habibisagi]

“i love you” during sex is such an insane level of horny to me. one side moaning i love you feeling so vulnerable and full of everything at once as is that it just slips like that, and the other letting it sink in for a moment and it fogs their mind more than it already is with pleasure and adoration to then groan that they love them so much more and fuck them harder about it. as if to let it sink in more for them. feel me love you. pouring it inside, moaning at how it feels good to love you. oh how i love you i love you i love you

[make-australia-smutty-again]

Not to be horny but I want to sit you in my lap and make you read me your favourite smut while I play with your pussy through your cutest panties…

Then we can reenact it.

[caruccio]

I'm dying to read books with the love of my life in total silence with our feet tangled up.

[lonelym3rmaid]

sorry to make it horny but imagine cock warming & reading aloud

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That’s the dream.

[shigarosie]

Which of your faves

[citruspeterquince]

Parallel play but we’re masturbating next to each other and getting turned on by each other’s sounds

[mewnbuns]

sloppy make out sessions while you jerk them off 🥹🥹🥹

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Doll Treatment

⚠️MDNI⚠️

(First time trying this format. Let's see if it will be a flop 💀)

Imagined Fandom characters: Obey me!, Love and Deepspace, Jujutsu Kaisen, My hero academia, Tokyo Revengers, Genshin impact, Zenless Zone Zero, ...

CW in the tags!

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Your dom/SO loves to give you the full fuckdoll experience. You get fed well right after waking up, then washed lovingly. He wants to take you out somewhere so he goes through your closet, choosing the perfect outfit, the perfect underwear (or no underwear!) the perfect shoes, and then he lovingly brushes your hair for you. After that he makes you all cute and pretty with some light make-up. It's like you really don't have to move or think for yourself at all the whole day, he decides everything for you because it's just too much of a hassle to do all of that, right?

Once you've had fun outside and you're both satisfied he takes you home, removes all your clothes for you and your make-up. You wonder what outfit he'll choose for indoors but he just leaves you naked and takes hold of you, moving you around and placing your limbs however he wants. Because of course, his little fuckdoll hasn't been used yet.

He pumps into your holes with no delicacy, as if you're just a fleshlight. And if you throw a tantrum he just laughs cruelly at your pitiful complaints. "My fucktoy wants to cum? Fine." He uses both of his hands while he fucks your cunt, one hand to slide his fingers in your ass, the other to play with your clit. But oh no! Now it's suddenly too much, having those three spots being teased at the same time is impossible to bear.

Seeing how you're half-regretting your tantrum, he starts using baby-talk to further embarrass you. "Aww what's that? Now the little whore doesn't want it anymore?"

He lowers himself, putting his lips next to your ear, his voice low as he drops the fake baby-talk tone.

"Well too fucking bad. I won't stop playing with my slut until she's drooling, crying and pissing all over herself like the cock-drunk bitch she is."

He doesn't stop until you've done exactly as he said you would. By the end of it you're not even sure of who you are and what you are. And yet you can feel him pick you up gently and move you to the bathroom. He runs a bath for you, one with bathbombs and pretty candles as you like it. Then he dries you everywhere, brushes your hair, and by the time he moves you back to the bed you notice that he has changed the sheets and covers.

Finally, he kisses you on the forehead and pulls you into the warmest hug, petting your hair as if you're his dearest treasure.

"Sweet dreams, love." He says, as if he didn’t just fuck your cunt for hours and make you sob, drool, and squirt all over the bedsheets.

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Hiii, so I'm not sure if you take requests. If you don't, then feel free to just ignore/delete this, Buttt. I just read your asking the obey me! Boys to fuck you and thought maybe I could take you up on writing asking all of them together.

No pressure if you don't wanna do this, but I just thought it was a really good idea!

I haven’t written in a while but sure! Let’s do this. (When I especially like the request I receive, I do write for it so don’t be shy about asking, I just might not be able to fulfill all requests whether due to lack of time or lack of inspiration.) Also, I’m very rusty so keep that in mind 😖

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It was a ridiculous idea. And yet you were going all in with every aspect of your appearance, whether it was the outfit, the make-up, the nails or even your scent and your hair, you had honestly never looked this good. You were making your way down to the dining hall slowly as your nerves were trying to make you turn back and change into a comfy outfit. Somehow, you managed to fight your nerves off and made your way down to where the brothers were all gathered.

Mammon was enthusiastically talking about something as he often did, meanwhile the other demons were looking at him with annoyance, amusement, anger or some of them not even looking at him at all. But by the time you were in their line of sight, Asmo caught your eye, then your appearance. And then he smirked and nudged Mammon with his elbow, Mammon went silent, whatever complaint he had towards Asmo died in his throat.

Soon, all heads turned to you. Multiple expressions flashed through their faces, first curiosity, then surprise and finally arousal. Even Beel stopped eating because a much more yummy looking meal had entered the dining hall. Being looked at like Beel looks at a rotisserie chicken was more flattering than you had expected. Their gazes were heavy on every bit of your naked skin and even heavier on the covered skin, as if your pretty outfit was a bother. Your cheeks heated up under the attention then Lucifer coughed, making everyone blink then attempt to look away from you, all hot and bothered.

“It’s impolite to stare.” Lucifer said, as if he wasn’t doing exactly that. Then he went behind your seat, and pulled the chair back, encouraging you to sit.

And now heavy stares fell to the two seats next to yours. They had made sure to switch the seating order everyday so no one would get jealous but it was no use. Today it was Levi’s and Satan’s turn to sit next to you, Levi was already seated but Satan’s chair got stolen by Belphie. You had never seen him move this quickly. But of course, Satan wasn’t about to let this go.

“Hey, Belphie. Seems like you’re still half-asleep. That's my seat.”

Belphie gave Satan a lazy look, not a hint of amusement on his face. As if looking away from you for even just a second was a complete waste of time.

“Didn’t you say you had a book to finish? Why don’t you skip dinner and go do that?” He replied.

Satan’s eyes grew hot with anger. His thoughts were clear to anyone in the room because they were all thinking the same thing: “Belphie, you spoiled brat!”

Thankfully, Lucifer somehow managed to de-escalate the situation, pointing out how alarmed you looked. Belphie gave up his seat to Satan with some grumbling. As soon as they calmed down, your plate was getting filled with food. This was unusual as it was a general rule for everyone to serve themselves rather than each other.

All attention was on you again but this time they were at least behaving themselves, barely. However a question was hanging in the air: why were you dressed like this?

Levi asked first as he was sitting closest to you.

“So like, um, w-what’s with the outfit? Have you been invited to a nightclub?! Because there’s absolutely no way we’re letting you hang with weird strangers alone!”

No one even tried to hide their interest in your answer, they were very intently looking at you as you fiddled with your hands and the little amount of clothes there were on you. You thinned your lips out of nervousness and their eyes followed the slight movement, enchanted by the tint and softness of your lips.

“No, I just wanted to dress up pretty for you guys…”

They furrowed their eyebrows in confusion or in worry. Had they not been praising you enough? Did you feel unappreciated? That’s unacceptable. Quickly, a wave of compliments came your way about various aspects: your personality, your style, your face, your body, your talents, your voice, your quirks. Anything about you deserved praise and they wanted you to know that. But as much as you appreciated their words and how overwhelmed it was making you feel (in a good way!) this wasn’t at all what you had meant, yet you had no idea how to ask for what you wanted in front of all of them.

They could tell something was wrong, even as you fell silent under the praise, they could feel that it’s not just out of embarrassment. There is something else looming under your silence and they want to hear it out. Lucifer holds his hand up, putting a stop to the praise.

“Y/N, if there’s anything you want or need from us, you must say it.”

There goes Lucifer, putting you on the spot. You’re not sure if you feel thankful for this opportunity or if you feel doomed. Now there’s no going back.

Your cheeks heat up again, and suddenly your clothes feel so very tight on your warm body, your eyes keep darting around the room, your gaze brushing over the brothers then falling to the floor. You swallow, preparing to pour out the dirty words you’ve been keeping in your head for weeks if not months.

“I’d like you guys to f- make love to me, please.”

As you expected, a heavy and embarrassing silence falls over the room. And before you can chicken out or apologize, the demons seem to have come to a common understanding. You hear the dragging of the chairs on the dining hall’s clean floor as they all get up and crowd you, and yet you still can’t look at them.

“Won’t you look up, dear?” Lucifer asks.

You shake your head, mortified by what you might see in their faces.

Then slowly, seven pairs of hands start to play with you. One brushes your cheek, another swirls your hair around their finger, another again tugs on your clothes, moving them slightly out of the way then starts to massage your shoulders. Your heart is beating out of your chest and you’re sure that they can probably somehow feel it. They say nothing, no teasing remarks, no taunts.

Then the hands on your shoulders move to your chest and by the skin tone, you can tell that it’s Mammon. He whispers “Is this okay?” so very gently. You nod, your head still tilted down and your eyes on your thighs and the floor. Finally, you hear some shuffling, the sound of belts and clothes being removed. Shit. They’re serious.

Your breath runs short as your chair is pulled back, creating more space in the front. At first you wonder why that is, but immediately a pair of legs is in your lowered field of vision. The man drops to his knees, against all odds it’s Lucifer. You had never thought that you’d have him on his knees. He looks at you with a gentle smirk, probably wishing he could tease you for your request but being unable to because of how cute and vulnerable you are right now.

Lucifer brings his hands to your knees then slowly traces them upwards on your thighs.

“Could you ask again?” He says.

“W-What?” You ask, lightheaded by all of their touches.

“What you want from us. Say it again so we’re sure we heard you correctly.”

It was ridiculous, it’s not as if your words were a collective hallucination they had. But you could tell: he was asking again because they wanted to make sure that you were consenting to whatever the hell they’re about to do to you… And also, probably because it feels nice to hear it.

You cleared your throat.

“Make love to me please…” You say quietly, but the sound still reaches all of their ears with how transfixed they are by you.

Lucifer’s smirk grows wider, the glint in his eyes a bit more mischievous.

“Oh? But I thought I heard you hesitate earlier? What’s the other term you were about to use, hm?” He gently mocks. Oh, screw him.

You pout before answering. Your annoyance fueling your answer.

“Quit mocking me and fuck me already, you fucking perverts.” You’re not sure if that last part was necessary but the words are effective immediately, you’re pretty sure that you just heard Levi shudder somewhere on your left. Of course he would be into that.

Lucifer however just finds your little outburst adorable and amusing. He lightly pushes your thighs apart, creating space for his head.

“Alright dear, but don’t go crying and whining later if it’s too much for you to handle.”

Finally, you get enough courage to look up at the rest of the brothers. Some are already shirtless, others have removed their pants. Mammon has already removed both, eager to answer to your needs. But what strikes you most is their eyes. You’ve never seen them look so hungry, not even Beel and it’s borderline terrifying. Fuck. Asking all of them together may have not been a good idea after all.

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Ughhh I'm having trouble posting smth because I didn't censor the tags enough :/

So now I have to write it as ki/nk and k1nk and I lowkey feel dumb 😭 I mean I saw other people do it but I always assumed that they were maybe just being over-cautious. So apparently not...

My post has been flagged/hidden (?) Feels shitty because I wrote the text directly on tumblr and not on a separate document

[urinejaeger]

not to be a pervert but imagine your fav fucking you so hard that you basically break, letting out cries as you orgasm and your hands frantically run over him as you feel your mind slip in the complete and utter euphoria? you come down but your brain is still foggy and they’re just over you, still not finished, as they’re petting your head and humming “you’re okay, shhh.. you’re okay baby, can you breathe? okay, goood… good..” and they’d slow their thrusts to ease your cries of sensitivity. you would try to focus on the color of their eyes, trembling with every movement they’d put towards you. your eyelids threatened to close. you tried so, so hard to look into their eyes, but it’s hard when yours are trying to roll back. they grin at your lack of sanity.

but not to be a pervert.

also my inbox is open.

[tired-biscuit]

sitting next to the cute jock on your first day of uni, and being so mesmerized by his strong shoulders and messy hair and big hands that you fail to notice his awful SIN of a handwriting, and the fact that he doesn’t know how to spell the word ‘paragraph’ properly.

[tired-biscuit]

he likes to lean in and ask you the stupidest questions mid-lecture quite often in the upcoming weeks because he’s figured out you’re smart, or at least good enough at the subject to pass without much trouble.

and the things he asks you sometimes are… well… either so obvious that they make you want to pity him almost for not knowing the answer, or so out of pocket that you’re left momentarily speechless and confused by how his brain is wired.

but, but, but at the same time he’s so close to you whenever he does it! so close that you can see the exact colour his eyes are around the pupil despite the terribly cold lighting of the lecture hall and, after you quickly avert your gaze, notice that two of his fingers are crooked a little at the knuckles; likely a football injury.

he rests his chin on his arm that he’s crossed with the other on the desk as he peers down at your notes then, batting his pretty-boy eyelashes.

“are we supposed to be taking notes of everything the prof says?”

you sigh. never a dull moment with this one. “you can borrow my notebook and print yourself a copy in the library if you want... the printer there is actually decent.”

“um.” he smiles at your offer, sheepish. “that’s real nice of you, but i don’t have a library pass yet. didn’t have the time to fill out the form between practice and… well, everything. y’know how it is.”

you don’t. you don’t know how it is. unlike him, you’re actually here to learn something instead of drifting your way through college by playing ball and being stupid and nice and infuriatingly hot and-

“i’ll go with you, then,” you find yourself saying. before immediately stumbling, that is, “i-i mean if you still want a copy of my notes, of course.”

he nods quickly before turning his attention back to the front of the classroom. his knee bounces underneath the desk now — a nervous tick that’s hurried, impatient.

unbeknownst to you, it’s not the only thing he wants.

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