Nanami Kento Swore That He Didn't Love You. He Just Memorized Your Coffee Order Because It Was The Most

Husband!Kyojuro stopping at a town to rest on his way back from a mission and witnessing a man suggestively catcalling a woman. At first Kyojuro is ready to jump in and defend the woman's honor, but from her reaction it's apparent that she knows the man well (perhaps he's her husband) and she likes his playful banter.

Kyojuro watches on as the couple flirt boldly in public, not caring if others see their blushing faces, the promise in their eyes, or overhear their thinly-veiled hunger for each other. And of course, his thoughts wander to you and whether you would enjoy the same banter.

He thinks about it all the way home. He runs a thousand scenarios through his head. There are so many parts of you he could brazenly compliment and it's hard just to pick one. He tests out different levels of heat, settling on something he feels is suggestive without being outright lewd.

"Boldness, Kyojuro. You can do this!"

By the time he reaches your hometown he's practically giddy, knowing it's market day and you'll likely be shopping for groceries. And sure enough, there you are, completely unaware of his presence; basket resting on your hip as you chatter with the merchants, smile radiant, sunlight dancing in your hair.

"I LOVE YOU!"

The words tumble out of him far louder than intended, drawing the attention of every person in the busy street.

While they weren't the words he intended to call out, he means them just the same. And they certainly serve the purpose of making both of you blush.

𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐜(𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬!𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Self Indulgent fic for @iz-ana

Tag List: @18moosie @little-miss-chaoss

Why was it that you were so irritatingly gorgeous? It frustrated Arthur, hungrily staring at you from his throne whilst you talked with such fervor. It drove him crazy, the way your lips moved and the passion within your voice. Your passion ignited so much within his own body. It made him angry. Why did he desire you so much in this moment when he was supposed to find a solution to a life or death problem? His knee bounced up and down rather impatiently, waiting for this meeting to be over. He attempted to use his hand to cover his eyes, but he could see you through his fingers. Earlier in the day, he'd been messing with his own magic that he had been blessed with for years now.

Something went awry, an unending desire to fuck a feeling out of him. His cheeks had immediately heated up, but no matter how many times he tried to relieve himself, he was unable to stop thinking. It had been about the 3rd time today that his mind had slipped into erotic thoughts of you, and erotic thoughts they were.

He imagined his fingers sliding down your curves, gripping onto your thighs as he delved his head down into your sopping wet pussy that was all for him. He would tongue fuck you so well, bend you in unheard of positions, fuck you against his cock until you were only allowed to say his name. The King of Chaos wanted to cum inside of you, fill you with his seed as you begged for more. Gods, the sight of you pinned underneath him just excited him so.

Arthur's mind was wandering elsewhere, the tent in his pants underneath the table growing greater. This was so much so that he abruptly dismissed himself from the table in hopes to relieve himself once more. He slammed the door behind him, much to your own concern. Had your speech made Arthur mad? Did you say something wrong? Your heart beat in anticipation.

Entering his room, he closed it shut with as much force as he had. The tent in his pants had began to hurt, desperately wanting to feel himself inside of you. Arthur relieved himself of his clothing, turning back down to his aching cock as his hand captured it after deciding to use his own split as lube. He hissed at the feeling of contact, his eyes tearing up slightly as he began to slowly pump his cock up and down. A string of soft moans came out of him, imagining your mouth taking him as deep as you could. His hips stuttered, rolling in motion hesitantly with his hand's pumping.

Meanwhile, you had dismissed the meeting with the other Knights. How could Arthur just leave? You were Arthur's and he was yours. You always communicated, but nothing had concerned you more with his behavior this past day. You knocked on his door, "Arthur...?" In response, you heard a hiccuping moan.

To you, it sounded like he was in pain. Quickly opening the door he forgot to lock. The sight ignited a feeling within your core, a slight pounding of arousal coming from it. Your mouth ran dry at the sight of Arthur, eyes rolled back into his head as he desperately tried to relieve himself. His hand moved fast, hips bucking in pace. You knew by his moans, he was close. Arthur didn't seem to notice you until you appeared right into his sight.

A wanton whine came from him, your hand grabbing onto his wrist and removing it from his aching cock. His knees buckled together, toes curling as his arousal came right back. "(N-Name)?" Your fingers left his own, quickly beginning to unbutton your shirt. Arthur's magic automatically summoned another arm from the one that had been eaten off by Cath. He wished to fondle with your body, standing upwards.

You felt your back hit the bed, Arthur pulling your hair as his teeth grazed right along your hot skin. You hurriedly pulled off your underwear after he shimmied off your pants, but a hand caught your panties in-between his fingers. He pulled them right down to your ankles, skilled fingers working to rub his ring and middle finger up against your folds. He was desperate to get inside of you, your hair being pulled to the side harshly to expose half of your neck. You yelped in mild pain, moaning his name as his hot tongue glided along the expanse of your neck. His thumb pressed into your clitoris, beginning to furiously rub back and forth whilst his fingers began to become coated in his arousal. "Arthur...!" You moaned out, feeling his tongue lead right up to about the base of your ear. His other hand was fondling your breast, squeezing it and pinching your nipple in-between his thumb and index finger. "You are a fucking slut, you know that? Keeping me worked up all day... Daddy's going to stuff his cock right up into you...make you scream. I wanna be inside you. So hurry up and get wet you whore. Im impatient." He groaned out, feeling you grind yourself against his erection. Arthur's purple eyes gleamed down towards you, panting softly in rhythm with your own rising and falling chest.

"I want Daddy's cock-" You croaked out, bucking your hips up against his palm to add more stimulation. Scooting himself away, Arthur took his hand away from your sopping wet cunt giving a whine of disatisfaction from you. Rubbing both of your thighs, Arthur grinned at you. "Don't you worry, daddy's gonna please you so good. You're going to be so ready for when I stuff you full of my cum...God, I want to cum just because of that thought."

You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him palm his aching cock, "You see how hard you've made me? I'm gonna stretch you full my love." But he didn't give you the satisfaction of stuffing you full with his tongue, no. What he did was dip his face down to your entrance. "Looks delicious~" He grinned, but ran a finger right along the folds of your entrance.

"But not wet enough for my liking..." That's when he spit right into your cunt, using it as lube to slide his tongue right into your pussy. Your back arched, electric sparks running up your spine as you whined. You attempted to close your thighs, but Arthur squeezed both his hands on your thighs to force them apart. His tongue began to fuck right up into you, licking along your walls and sucking in all of the juices dripping out of your cunt. His nose bumped up against your clit, causing your back to arch. There was a stretching feeling, almost uncomfortable, coming from your thighs. Although this was the case, Arthur's tongue voided any worries from your mind.

He sucked and lapped with fervor, pressing his head inwards to better get an angle where he could feel you writhe and shiver under his grip. Fucking you with his tongue was just the beginning. That wasn't the only thing hot and wet that was going to be inside of you. He worked his tongue right through, watching signs of you getting to your high. Gripping on his hair, pulling forward on it harshly for him to go faster. Your toes curled, eyes shutting as you felt yourself coming on your high. "I-I'm gonna cum Arthur! Keep on going I'm gonna cum! I'm-...!!?!" You whined out, feeling him remove complete contact from you once more.

"Why?!" You tilted your head, Arthur using his knuckle to wipe off the mix of drool and juices from your cunt dripping off his lip. "Because, you don't get to cum. I haven't been able to come all day." He tapped your thigh with two fingers, indicating for you to get onto your hands and knees. His fingers quickly slid into you, giving a few experimental pumps and scissoring you wide just to test it out.

"Good enough-" He muttered to himself, lining up with your entrance, "Gods, I've been waiting for this all day..." Arthur closed his eyes, bringing his head forward as he rubbed his cock along your folds.

You were his to have all to himself. He didn't want anyone else seeing you like this, being able to fuck you like this. The view of your cunt squeezing around nothing drove him crazy. He aligned your hips with his own, rolling them forward and slowly letting himself fill you up. When he bottomed out, an exhale of relief filled you two. A pained whine came from him, trying to stop himself from coming early inside of you, "H-hn...you're so tight~" You reassuringly looked back at Arthur, who looked like he was straight about to lose himself. His eyes flickered, the dark black threatening to consume his irises.

Arthur's hips slowly began to thrust into you, soft moans coming from him with each moment. His lip curled upwards into a sneer, grabbing the back of your hair as he fucked you with more fervor. Your back stretched, head being forced back into the pillow. His hips smacked into your own, almost hearing a hiccuping moan coming from him at how good you stretched around him. Your moans were in tandem with his own, your bodies rocking back and forth. He rolled against your backside with long high pitched moans exiting out of him, rivaling yours in volume.

"Shit f-fuck!" He cussed out, "So good, so good..." He'd pull your hair rather harshly with each good thrust that hit against your g spot. His hips ground up against your clit, providing light friction that accompanied the dull hurting of your head. "Daddy.." You managed to moan out, your hands gripping the edges of the bedsheets.

"What do you want, baby?" He brought up his hand that was gripping your hip, giving a light spank over your asscheeks. That pain caused your eyes to begin to water, sniffing inwards. You couldn't choke it out so Arthur struck your asscheeks once more, a tear slipping down your cheek. He leaned over, causing you to yelp as your thighs were suddenly held up in the air by tentacles that seemingly came from nowhere. Whilst he drilled into you, Arthur used his tongue to lick up your salty tears from your cheek. He slammed into you two more times, until you tightened around him and gushed your juices right all over his cock. A broken cry left you, his name coming right from your mouth as electric shivers of pleasure ran up your spine.

He pulled out, still rock hard. He didn't come yet, he was disatisfied. Instead, he pushed you over by your shoulders to your back. Pushing your thighs right over near your shoulders, he bent you at an odd angle. You moaned feeling him fill you up again, both his hands going to squeeze your jugular. The sounds of hips slapping against each other filled the room, his moans coming out as you tried to breathe out. All you managed to get out were gasps, tears running down your face from lack of air and the full force of feeling his cock ram in and out of you. It was glistening with your juices, Arthur's moans sounding out.

Disgusting phrases flittered out of him, "God damn it baby, you feel so good, so tight. I'm gonna fill you with my seed. F-Fuck...You're gonna give me an heir! Shit! Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna come! It's coming! Shit!"

He thrusted 3 more times until his muscles twitched, collapsing against you as a broken cry left his lips. His hot cum spilled inside of your insides in fat globs, filling you up to the point where it was spilling out of you due to how tight a fight his cock was around you. He kept himself right inside of you, trying to keep as much of his seed sloshing around in you. The warm feeling ignited inside of you, wrapping you arms around the slumped Arthur who slowly removed his flaccid cock with a whine and observed the sticky substance leave your cunt in globs.

"Fuck yeah, you're so hot." He collapsed next to you, finally feeling relief from earlier flood his body. Arthur trailed kisses along your neck, your chest heaving up and down from all of the feelings surrounding your body. "Mmm, Arthur I love you..." You wrapped your arms around the big King, him cuddling up against your chest.

"I love you too." He turned over, hiking his leg up over your own. He grinned and mumbled out, "You're so beautiful...Most beautiful thing ever." The cavity between your chest was kissed chastely by him before pressing a chaste kiss upon your lips.

"We'll clean when we wake up. I want it in you as long as possible~" He mumbled out into your neck, "Next time lets try cockwarming though-"

"A-Arthur?!"

"Im kidding!"

y/n tying kyojuro's hair

🌊Rafayel’s Lil Audios🧜‍♂️

Some 18+ audios that l've heard that sound a little like Rafayel to me.

NOTE: These are not from the game. They are 18+. Do not interact or listen if you are underage.

*WARNING: USE HEADPHONES🎧*

feat gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento & choso kamo

tags: 18+ smut nsfw, minors do not interact.

breeding, teasing, unprotected sex, daddy kink

buy me a coffee?

gojo satoru

teases you about it constantly. he can always tell when you're ovulating by the way you talk about babies, how you squeak every time you see a toddler in a cute little outfit, especially little boys in dino sweaters. you know gojo isn't looking to have kids soon, if ever, but he's always able to pull out the charm just enough to tease you while your baby fever sky rockets.

"oh my godd 'toru." you whine, pulling on his shirt to get his attention. the cutest little baby sits in a swing as you walk past the park, giggling as his mama pushes him. gojo just chuckles, shaking his head. "what's up baby?" he snickers, watching your eyes light up. "y'wanna go home and make one?" his eyebrows wiggle and you sigh with annoyance but you can't help the way your body reacts to his tone.

gojo wraps you in his arms and hums. "one day, princess. you'll be such a good mama." he kisses your forehead as you sink into his chest. "and you're gonna look so sexy pregnant..." he groans to himself at the thought. you roll your eyes as gojo pulls you close. "let's go practice, hm?"

toji fushiguro

loves to see you swoon over his kids, and is greatful you like 'em so much to give him a break. but he makes the mistake of falling for your little puppy-dog eyes and pouty bottom lip every night when you crawl into bed with him. he groans when you slide onto his chest, an innocent yet tempting look in your eyes.

"i wanna be a mama, toji." you say, seductive undertones of your voice making toji's cock throb. "you already are, hon." he answers with a chuckle when you playfully slap his chest. "you know what i mean!" you whisper yell, careful not to be too loud and wake the kids up. "wanna have a baby. gumi is getting soo big and i love him! but..."

toji smirks, his hands trailing down your hips and settling on your ass. "y'wanna have a baby?" he hums, lips finding your neck. "wanna be so full of me? have my kid in that belly of yours?" he bites back a moan when you grind on his quickly stiffening cock. you gasp when he suddenly flips you onto your back and looms overtop of you. "y-yes daddy please." your breathy little moan sets toji over the edge.

"anything for you, pretty girl..."

nanami kento

smart man, knows you're dying to have kids and isn't one to make you wait for almost anything in life. he's been away for a few days on a mission but you've been blowing up his phone about how much you miss him, and sending screenshots of ideas for decorating the nursery when the time comes.

he comes home from the mission with flowers and chocolate, greets you with a kiss at the door, and as soon as his hands are free, he scoops you up into his arms. "i'm ovulating..." you whisper into his ear, kissing down his jawline. nanami huffs a laugh. "you think i didn't know that, my darling?" he palms your asscheeks as he carries you to the bedroom. "you've been basically begging for a creampie since i got ready to leave." he drops you onto the mattress and follows quickly, already working on getting his pants undone.

you bite your lip, adrenaline starting to surge through you as nanami ignores the drawer where you keep the condoms. "you deserve that baby you've been so patiently waiting for, what a wonderful mother you'll be." he sighs as his raw cock pushes into your pleading pussy.

choso kamo

doesn't quite know how to react when you start making hints that you want children. he's caught off guard when you start showing him pictures of little baby shoes with cute pink bows all over them, but he can't deny that his body has a very physical and primal desire to fufill your wants. he's a family man, after all.

he wastes no time helping in tracking your cycle, wanting to take every possible chance in making your dreams a reality. he wants to see you pregnant again and again, bringing his first born as many siblings as you can both muster.

Arthur Pendragon - The Seven Deadly Sins: Four Knights of the Apocalypse - Episode 24

So I had a levi thought and it won't leave me alone.

Cannon, Post War Levi putting you through multiple orgasms until you are a ruined mess with nothing but his injured hand, just to prove he can and that missing 2 fingers isn't enough to stop him from fucking you stupid.

Have a good day <3

18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT tw: mentions of injury, fingerfucking, face sitting, overstimulation, implied breeding kink

Post-war Levi fucks you like he has something to prove.

He doesn't, to be clear. You tell him all the time that you don't see him any differently, or think any less of him, because of the injuries that changed him. But I think that, especially in the early years after the war, he wonders if he's enough for you--if he can satisfy you. Down 2/5ths of a hand, an eye, and most of the use of his legs, he knows that he's not the same man that he used to be. The one you fell in love with.

And you're still young. You made it through the war unharmed in most of the ways that matter, and he knows you have a long life ahead of you that was never promised before the war. Any path is yours if you choose to take it.

Levi wonders, as he is, is it right to hold you back?

Levi has never been a selfish man. He's taken only what he needs to survive. Done the things he's done to keep the people around him, and humanity, safe. But now, he chooses something for himself. Chooses to hold you tighter, to keep you close, because he needs to. Because he wants you more than he's ever wanted anything.

Levi never stops after only making you cum once. It's not enough to only watch you fall apart under his careful ministrations a single time. He's methodical and insatiable--addicted to the sight of you: breaths ragged, skin dewy with perspiration, lips swollen and parted and kiss bruised, lost in the throes of pleasure. Pleasure he caused.

He learns how to make use of his injured hand: thumb on your clit, two remaining fingers bullying their way inside of you--crooking in just the right way that has you writhing. He gets good at it. Then great at it. Practice makes perfect, and Levi is nothing if not a man committed to his craft.

You're barely past the first high he'd brought you to when he's pulling you up towards him, angling your hips over his face where his head rests propped up against the pillows at the top of the bed.

His bed. Your bed. Something shared between the two of you, an intimate space you both come to at the end of each blissfully uneventful day.

You always hesitate for a moment, hands braced against the headboard or the wall, worried that you shouldn't let yourself drop down and asking if he's sure. His only answer is to pull your hips down flush against his face, his eyes (eye) remaining unwaveringly on yours the entire time.

And once you've cum again, crying out to him with your hands tangled in his hair, he'll finally fuck you. Watch you bounce up and down on his aching, neglected cock after so long. Indulge his primal, deep seated need to be inside of you--to fill you.

And maybe this time will be the time that finally takes. That finally brings something into the world that's half him and half you--a fantasy he's never allowed himself the indulgence of aspiring for until now. Maybe this will be the night that has you growing round and glowing, a little swell of your tummy a symbol to the world that even if Levi's not the man he used to be, he's still capable of this.

And if it isn't?

Well he'll keep trying until it does.

Practice makes perfect, after all.

And he's got nothing but time.

On the wrestling to grinding w/ best friend Kyo, your head resting on his forearm as he's leaning on his elbow above you, other hand on your hip. Wet kisses trailed up your neck and his hot breath fanning across your cheek. Every now and then there's a particularly rough thrust as he murmurs apologies in your ear. This isn't how he wanted it to go with you but he can't bring himself to stop

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, best friend!kyojuro rengoku, fem!reader, modern au, slight size kink, play wrestling -> dry humping pipeline, premature ejaculation. sub!kyojuro implied but the dynamic isn't too prominent in this one.

A TV drama debate quickly turned into playful shoving, which naturally turned into roughhousing, a common practice between you and the man you've known since you could walk. The show is paused in the background, illuminating your bodies in the darkness of your living room as you wrestle on the couch you were previously cuddling on.

You continue to argue over the protagonist's love life, though you put too much weight into a lunge, sending both of you tumbling onto the floor. Ouch. 

“Oof!” Kyojuro grunts, the wind temporarily knocked out of him as his back meets the carpet, and your body follows, falling atop his. 

He rolls over, caging your body beneath his, undeterred by the tumble and you're reminded of just how big he is. He isn't the gangly teen you remember pushing around anymore, but a grown man. It's difficult to reconcile that dorky teen with the pile of muscle he's become. Jeez, when did he bulk up so much? And as you clutch uselessly at his bulging biceps to shove him off you, you can't help but feel him up a little longer than necessary.

Kyojuro's warm weight atop you is all-consuming, sapping the strength from your limbs his body heat melts into yours. Still, you twist in his hold, ignoring the fluttering in your chest to capture him in a headlock. He knocks your arms out of the way, hands sliding beneath you to grip your shoulders, and one of his muscled thighs hooking beneath yours to prevent you from kicking.

You huff, unable to do much but squirm. And squirm you do, never one to give up. 

He loves your fire almost as much as he loves the way you pout when you lose. Before he can gloat, your hips shift over his groin at just the right angle. Kyojuro's bulge is almost perfectly lodged between your thighs, the warmth between them radiating through your clothing. His breath hitches, muscles tensing in response before a violent shudder overtakes him. 

Though he fights to regain control of himself, his cock throbs in his pants, and Buddha he hopes you can't feel him getting hard. You'd tease him endlessly for it, he's sure of it.

Get a hold of yourself, Kyojuro. His eyes pinch shut, cheeks ruddy with warm blood as he feels his body fill with fire. When his golden eyes re-open, he's met with an expression on your face that nearly makes him moan aloud. 

Your brows are twisted in concentration, perhaps to hide how flustered you are by his proximity. Your lips parted slightly, chest heaving from the exertion of your scuffle. Buddha forgive him, his body moves without thought, hips rutting against yours. His swelling erection drags deliciously over your clothed cunt, eliciting a deep rumbling groan that vibrates his whole chest.

Your nails prick into his back, leaving behind red crescent moons on his skin and fuck that feels good too.

Kyojuro murmurs a slurred apology, dipping his head down as his shame paints his cheeks red. Even as he apologizes his hips won't stop, and the feeling of his warm breath on your throat makes you shiver. The shock of the realization that your best friend is humping you leaves you gaping stupidly, and for some reason, you don't tell him to stop. 

You don't punch his shoulder and laugh it off, only stare with widening pupils as the blond all but ruts his hardness against you like an overeager puppy. Why is this so hot? Wrong in many ways obviously, but it’s intoxicating nonetheless to see him unraveling this way. And God, his cock, even through his joggers you can feel how thick he is.

“Kyo,” you began, a protest on the tip of your tongue but your breath hitches as his lips meet the tender flesh of your neck. "K-kyojuro, what are you doing...”

“I can't stop. I'm sorry, I unnnh,” Kyojuro nearly whines, his hand sliding down from your shoulder to grip your hip as his enthusiastic thrusts start to shove you across the floor. "You feel so good.”

“Don't say things like that, idiot,” you hiss, though even as you scold him, you can feel yourself getting slick. His leaking tip nudges your clit just right and you can't stop the soft sound of approval from escaping, nor your legs from locking around his bucking hips. "Fuck, don't stop.”

His cock twitches, aching against your pussy as your perceived acceptance of his desperate act sends him into a frenzy. His weight presses further onto yours, trapping you between his heavy body and the floor. When you toss your head back, his forearm cushions it.

“Love you. Love you – ohh.”

This isn't how he wanted this to go, how he's always imagined himself confessing his feelings for you. But he can't deny either of you this maddening friction, every single rational thought stolen away by your gasping moans.

“Can feel how big you are. Shit, c’mere.”

Your fingers wind in his flaxen hair, gathering it in your fist close to his scalp and tugging his head away from your neck to slant your lips over his. Your clumsy kiss is electric, all he’s ever imagined it would be and not enough all at once, and his hips stutter against yours. He shakes all over, eyes rolling back with a choked cry into your mouth as he abruptly cums in his pants.

“Sorry, I’m… fuuuck,” he whimpers against your lips, the feeling of your tongue slipping past his parted lips forcing another spurt out of him. “Ah. Hmm, wow.”

His half-lidded, apologetic gaze meets yours, a bead of sweat dripping down his hairline.

“What the fuck,” you start, half-chuckling half in disbelief of what just happened. His face burns with the humiliation of not only humping his best friend like some pervert but also blowing his load from you kissing him, like a loser. Before he can apologize again, he takes in your dilated pupils and the way your hips still undulate beneath his heavy weight. “That was so hot.”

In his post-orgasmic haze, he can only groan in response, pressing his face into your shoulder.

“And pathetic,” you teased, and for some reason his softening cock twitches. And of course you notice, because he’s still slotted against your cunt, which is no doubt a sloppy mess of your own slick beneath your clothes. You hadn’t cum, but you hardly care, still on cloud nine from simply watching your favorite person unravel.

“So cruel,” he huffs, nipping at your shoulder in retaliation. 

“You like it. A bit too much apparently– yeowch!” another, harder bite follows, and you erupt in giggles as his thick digits dig into your sides, tickling you. “Touchy. Now are you gonna get up and let me fuck you properly, or are you too tuckered out, pretty boy?”

The way he scrambles off of you and starts pulling at his clothes is way too cute.

Baking with Mami Tomoe

Making sweets with Tomoe is the best

If you don't know how to bake Tomoe would teach you the basics first

In the first few tries you were actually really good for a beginner which made Tomoe impressed

Tomoe will let you choose on what you want to make first

Tomoe will try to make it more entertaining for you other than baking in quietness

The both of you would sometimes scold Bebe for eating some of the ingredients

Sometimes you and Tomoe would have food fights and playfully boop each other's noses with flour or complete each other on whose the best at baking

In the end the both of would eat the sweets that you made with Bebe and drink tea

Arthur Pendragon - The Seven Deadly Sins: Four Knights of the Apocalypse - Episode 8