Princesschimchim1325 - SimpWonderland

𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆

↠ feat. solomon, hakuryuu, judar, sinbad + kouen

↠ warnings. praise and degradation, dom/sub dynamics, mean dom! judar, unprotected sex, exhibition-ish sex, hair-pulling, spanking

↠ inspired by anantaru!

solomon is gentle in everything he does and you are no exception. his warm breath fans over your cheeks as he nestles himself between your legs and his kisses along your throat tickle you. you giggle, he smiles against your skin. "you're so beautiful," solomon murmurs into your ear and you can't help but shiver. your spine arches off the bed, tits pressed against solomon's hard chest. oh, you look so cute when you're so sensitive, blush spread across your cheeks and kiss-swollen lips parted. "there, there," he coos and drags his leaking cockhead through your folds, lubing himself up. "let me take care of you."

and when solomon finally splits you open, bottoms out and rolls his hips into yours, you can't help but moan his name and cling to your lover, gripping his shoulders, hair, anything you could get ahold of.

hakuryuu who holds your hands, intertwines your fingers and stretches your sobbing cunt around his cock. breathing labored, he tries his best to let you adjust, but the way you squirm underneath him, thighs shaky and your gummy walls sucking him in, there's only so much he can take. "fuck, so tight," hakuryuu cusses and immediately thrusts into you. over and over again, his balls smack against your ass. the squelching sounds of your pussy taking every inch of him made him hold your hands tighter.

and then there's you, begging for more and whining his name oh-so-sweetly. hakuryuu hugs your body flush to his, clashes his lips against yours and groans into your mouth when he finally pounds you into the mattress, his weight feeling so perfect on your body.

judar pushes your face into the pillows and pounds his hips into your ass, driving his heavy cock into your hole. "please, slow down!," you cry, hot tears roll down your cheeks and dampen the pillows. your legs shake when judar grabs the roots of your hair, pulls your face up and leans over the delicate curve of your spine to rasp into your ear. "you were the one to ask for this. you begged for it and now you're asking me to stop?" a sharp slap is delivered to your ass. the light jiggle of your flesh against his palm is enough to make his cock twitch within your cunt.

"carry the consequences of your actions, love." and just like that, judar drops your head, reaches around your hips and pinches your clit between calloused fingers until you're crying his name like a sweet prayer.

you're pushed up against the polished window overlooking sindria while sinbad holds one of your legs up, his other hand rubbing his swollen cockhead around your clit. expensive robes pool around your waist, your breath fogs up the glass. a blush rests on your cheeks and a whine slips your lips at the sticky sound. "you're so adorable when you're needy." sinbad smiles and presses a kiss behind your ear. "now don't be shy and moan as much as you want, my dear," he husks and then slips inside your sloppy cunt. sinbad groans, inch after inch being swallowed by your small hole and your warm walls sucking his cock in deeper.

he knows he's nestled right against that sweet spot of yours when your legs shake, when you push your ass back against him and desperately try to ride his dick. "ah, right there. more, more!," you moan, "make me cum, please!" and as much as sinbad loved watching you ride his fat cock, who was he to refuse your request? slowly, he grinds his cock into your sweet spot and groans when you clamp down on him. "careful or i'll have to cum inside, darling."

kouen is a busy man and seldom has time to take you out, to proclaim his love for you, to fuck you like you deserve. but tonight is different when he's on his back, large hands on your hips and guiding your smaller self down on his fat cock. "kouen, i can't, you're too b-big." you stumble over your words, but the prince shushes your worries. "don't worry. i'll make it fit, love. all you have to be is pretty for me, yeah?"

kouen leans his head back into the pillows once he's balls deep buried in that sweet pussy and gropes your ass before smacking it once, twice. praises fly out of his mouth as he draws his hips back and drills his cock into you. your slick sticks to his thighs, stains the sheets and your high-pitched moans he draws from your reddish lips. "so perfect. it's like this pussy was made for me, isn't it?," he groans, watching your tits bounce in sync with his thrusts.

tags. @cinnamonmon

Story idea

Hello, my lovely people. I wanted to share with you my idea, a new x reader story.

Hakuyuu x Reader (Mulan Au)

(Puss in Boots : The last Wish)

Death the Wolf and Love the Fox, First meeting ?

Headcanons

○ Love can transform into an anthropomorphic fox or a human with fox ears and tail. Love is usually seen in her human form, using it to disguise herself as way to help and guide mortals. Both her human form and fox form are described to be lovely and rather beautiful, to which she responds that everyone is beautiful.

○ Love has a lot of names, she is most often called Lisa in russian, Amar and Zorra in spanish. Because she is based off of the Russian Kuma Lisa, she often calls herself Lisa, Amar was an affectionate name given by Muerte.

○ Lisa met Death/Muerte a long time ago, in a little town where a tragedy had happen. A lot of loved ones died, so she was comforting the ones who lost them. She was in her human form, covering her ears using a hat and using her skirt to hide her tail. She heard his whistle one night and thought nothing of it, then she heard it the next night, and the night after that.

○ After the fifth night, she decided to see who was whistling, since everytime the tune is heard, she noticed more people die. So she followed the tune to try and see who it was and why they are doing it. However, she was only able to see a large shadowy figure.

○ It wasn't until a few days later, when she was working in a tavern as a barmaid in a different location. She turned around to get a bottle only to be startled when she saw a large hooded figure sitting on the stool. She was startled because she didn't even hear him arrive, which suprised her since she has extremely sharp hearing. Love noticed that the other patrons had become silent with the newcomer's presence. It wasn't long before they started to leave the tavern, leaving her alone with the stranger.

○ Muerte was rather curious about the fox who has lived longer than most without aging at all. At first he thought she cheated life or she had taken an immortality spell. Turns out, the ability was gifted to her without her consent. He wanted to see for himself if she wasn't wasting or taking advantage of her ability. He wasn't expecting anything spectacular out of her, maybe just her being shallow or something, but boy was he wrong. He did not know the mess he was getting himself into.

Or in which Muerte just wanted to check on an apparently immortal fox but found himself in the mess that is the journey of love.

If yall want more, just ask away~

I’d Love or Lisa the actual embodiment of Love itself like Muerte is Death, or is she a spirit OF love?

Lisa is an immortal creature that turned into a being of Love. I say she is the literal embodiment because the previous Love turned her into what she is today.

She became the literal embodiment of love when she returned to life because of a certain someone. 👀

can you do more love x muerte? angst to fluff maybe?

Of course anon! I love me some angst to fluff. I switch between Death and Muerte to avoid confusion.

Embracing Death

Death comes for everyone, no matter who they are or what they do, their life will come to an end. Death will come knocking at their door and collect them, whether they like it or not.

And it was true, Muerte did not discriminate who he takes. Rich or poor, human or animal, he collects their souls to the afterlife. He is the grim reaper, a force of nature who is neither good or evil. Muerte enjoyed what he does, especially when he collects the souls of sinners.

But he has seen tragedies too. Many times he has collected souls of the innocent, souls whose lives ended before their respective times. Muerte doesn't think of himself as soft, but taking the souls of children, young animals and creatures, it weighed heavily on him. He can't interfere with the living too much, otherwise he wouldn't be Death.

And Love noticed. She always did.

Normally, Muerte returned home with a satisfied smirk on his face. Pleased with himself for taking a soul who didn't value and appreciate their life.

But tonight she noticed his broad shoulders slumping with his head hung low, his expression blank. However, his crimson eyes showed his turmoil. He took off his hooded cloak and placed his sickles on the bedside table before sitting down on the bed, his ears flat against his head.

He was hunched over, his forearms resting on top of his thighs. He didn't even look up when she approached him, slowly moving to sit beside him, leaning her head on his arm.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, silence covering the room.

Muerte sighed deeply, "Lo siento mi amor. Ha sido un largo día."

She hummed in response, caressing his bicep.

"No need for apologies, moy dorogoy. What got you so down tonight?" She didn't want her beloved to keep all his negative feelings inside, otherwise it will leave him in a much more foul mood.

"....I had to collect four young souls today, mi amor. They were siblings, abandoned by their own parents." Muerte scoffed at that, those two don't deserve to be called parents for what they have done. So many people who want to have children but cannot, and yet those pedazo de mierda have the audacity to not value the lives of their own flesh and blood.

It makes his blood boil.

"That's terrible, they're terrible and I know you despise people like them, moya lyubov'. But think of it this way; the children are free from them and you brought them in a better place." She tried reasoning with him.

He stayed silent.

All she can do is stay by his side, until he feels better.

This wasn't the first time this happened and most definitely would not be the last. They don't need to talk, all they need was to be close together. Sometimes, Death needs a warm embrace, and Love happily gives it to him.

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If yall want more, just send requests! Or if yall just want to thirst and simp over Death, just send an ask👀

KISSING HCS FOR HAKUYUU PLEASE I'D CRY

I GOTCHU FAM!

Hakuyuu:

Despite being serious all the time, he’s actually very sexy when kissing someone.

No one would’ve ever guessed that, not even his siblings. 

He’ll usually have you on top of something. Most of the time it’s his desk. 

He loves it when you wrap your arms around his waist while you’re on his desk. 

Most of the time he’ll catch you biting his lip and not in the most subtle of ways. He loves biting your lip too. 

He loves wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your hips closer to meet his. 

Even while he’s working he’ll still find the time to kiss you and he’s never one to just peck your lips. 

That man will bring you into a full on make out session if he’s in the mood.