#💜 nonnie

[hiimbloblos]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

- 💜

THANK YOU!! :D

[auroraseddie]

Hmm, I might need a pretty enticing reward to come off anon and run to your DMs. -💜

lots of people are getting annoyed with these interactions on the dash so ill probably have to stop soon…….

but it can definitely continue if you make your way over 👀

[emmymaehereeeeee]

austin helping you study for finals and edging you underneath the table BRRRR

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oh lord have mercy

word count: 1,084

thank you to @shes-nott-me for helping me out on this piece! If you haven’t already, go check out her works right now!! :)

You had dreaded this moment since the start of the semester, that time being finals. Notebooks, sticky notes, flash cards and pencils were all askew atop the table. You were copying down something from the textbook when Austin pressed a kiss to your neck. “Hey, angel.” You hummed in response not fully acknowledging his presence, “Doll, hey- I’m talking to you.” You turned your head away from your textbook, “There’s my girl.” He smiled happily. “Can you please help me with this?” You held up the stack of flash cards, he grabbed them and flipped through them.

“Human anatomy?” He chuckled, “Nice.” He held up the picture on the back of the card, you leaned on your hand staring at it, “C’mon, angel, you’ve got this.” You sighed, knowing good and well you had no earthly idea what the hell the squiggly lines were supposed to be. “Umm, kidney?” Your voice sounded unsure. Austin flipped the card around, “Small intestine? What the hell, that doesn’t even look like a small intestine!” You buried your face in your hands.

“Hey you drew the pictures.” Austin retorted, you grumbled in response. A few moments later you picked your head up to stare at him, a mischievous smirk played across his lips, “Maybe you need a little incentive to get you going.” You felt your face grow hot, your tongue felt heavy in your mouth. “Don’t get all shy on me, sweet girl. Hear me out at least?” He held your chin gently in between his thumb and his pointer finger. Your eyes were locked in a semi- permanent gaze with his, “Spread your legs for me.” You pulled your legs apart and Austin’s slender fingers made their way to hem of your panties. “This alright doll?” You bobbed your head up and down, “Now here is my proposition to you, you get an answer right-“ he slid two fingers inside of you curling them in a come biter motion. “You’ll get rewarded- you get it wrong-“ He pulled his fingers out of you, causing you to whimper at the sudden loss of contact. “You don’t get what you want.” He brought his fingers up to your mouth, “Open.” He tapped your bottom lip, you opened your mouth allowing him to slide his fingers in, “Sound like a deal?” You bobbed your head up and down, “Such a good girl.” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth wiping the salvia off on his pant leg he picked up a flash card. You tried to rub your legs together to ease the pressure between your legs, Austin swatted at your legs, “Uh-Uh, none of that.” He held the card up showing you the picture.

“Heart?” You replied, Austin nodded his head and smiled. He slid two fingers into your dripping cunt. “Hah- fuck.” You mumbled out.

“Look at you, already cursing and I’ve barely gotten started with you.” He chuckled, making your skin burn with embarrassment. He slowly curled his fingers inside of you causing you to shift your body closer to him. He set the card off to the side exchanging it for a new one.

“Gallbladder?” He continued to curl his fingers deeper into you. “Smart girl.” He mumbled.

“Sp-Spleen?” He withdrew his fingers from you, “N-no, uh lymph nodes!” You cried out.

“Hm, sadly that’s the wrong answer, angel.” He rested his ring clad hand on your leg, with his free hand he held up another picture.

“K-Kidney? Please Aus.” You gripped his wrist and pushed it toward your pussy. “Uh-Uh, remember our deal.” He smirked, slowly inserting his fingers into you.

“F-fuck Austin!” You held tightly onto his wrist, “Deeper please.” He listened to your pleads, but only for a moment.

“What’s the function of the spleen, doll?” He asked, continuously slamming his fingers into your dripping heat. Your mind grew foggy, Austin awaited your answer. “Answer me!” He growled.

“It- It fights invading germs!” Your head fell back, “Hah- fuck!” You clenched around his fingers, “AUSTIN!” You screamed his name out, his thumb teasing your clit now.

“Not the full answer I was looking for.” He chuckled, gaining some type of sick enjoyment from seeing you all worked up. He pulled his fingers out of you, “Again, function of the spleen?” Your lungs burned, tears were rolling down your cheeks, “I dunno, please Austin. Please need your fingers!” Austin shook his head, “Function of the spleen.” He teased your clit applying gentle pressure.

“Fights invading germs, uh FILTERS THE BLOOD.” You screamed the last part. Austin pushed his fingers into you, “Oh shit!” You mumbled.

“Good, such a good girl for me.” He mumbled, watching how his fingers made you squirm. “My smart little girl.” He groaned at the sight of you pushing yourself back onto his fingers, “So fucking needy.” He glanced back over to the stack of cards, “Kidney- definition.” “Cleanse the blood of toxins and- and then turn waste into- into urine- fuck me, oh Jesus!” You were writhing under his touch.

“Doing such a good job for me, my smart little girl.” He mumbled. You lifted your head up to look at him, your eyes were hooded but you could clearly see that his were filled with lust. “Maybe I should fuck you, since you’re doing such a good job.” He groaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers. “Please please please.” You whimpered out, the smell of sex filled the air, Austin continued to go deeper adding another finger into the mix. The new addition to your already throbbing pussy sent you over the edge. “Jesus fucking-“

“Christ!” Austin finished your sentence for you, watching as your legs shook. He hit down on his lip. The thought that he made your body feel that good well it made his cock rock hard. “Shit.” He said breathlessly.

You slowly came back to your senses, “Mm, Jesus.” You slowly pushed your self back into an upright position. You stared at the flash cards then back at Austin. “Think you’ll remember the terms?” He asked, rubbing his hand on his pant leg.

You shook your head no, “I think I’ll need another study session, with your help of course.” You smiled slyly at him.

“Whatever it takes to get you to pass baby girl, we’ll do it.” He pulled you in and crashed his lips into yours. In the end you passed your final not all but partially due to Austin’s many many study sessions with you.

[buckgasms]

POM!!! 2K!! Congrats!!

i gotta have you do the letter M

for another Milestone!!!

luvv ya <3

DARLING!!!! Thank you so much!!

Ooh Morning Sex eh??? Love it ❤️ hope you enjoy it....

Come celebrate 2k with me

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You woke to the feeling of kisses being pressed to your face. Soft lips contrasting with a rough scratch of beard.

"G'mornin Bucky" you mumbled pressing your face into his chest and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. He drew in a deep breath, taking in your scent. "Mornin' baby" he whispered back his hands drifting down and squeezing at your soft ass making you giggle sleepily. "Bucky.... Tickles" you said tugging gently at his hair. You moved your head until you were both looking at each other, the sun casting a halo around his head as he shielded you from the bright light. He was perfect and so were you.

His hand smoothed down your leg and pulled your thigh until it hooked over his waist. "Whaddya doing Bucky" you said, eyes full of amusement and lust as he leant down and kissed you gently. "How long has it been, six? Eight hours maybe" be mumbled between kisses and you giggled again. "It's too long baby... Gotta feel you again... Squeezing me... That hot, tight little pussy.... All for me..." He growled in your ear as you sighed happily, his hands dragging your body closer to him.

You reached down between you and took hold of his thick cock. You both gasped in pleasure when you rubbed the tip against your folds. "C'mon baby.... Don't tease." He bit down into your shoulder as you gave in, his cock slipping in and filling you, deliciously slowly. He rolled over slightly, giving him more access to you, and more ability to thrust deeper and harder into you. You gasped and whined as he dragged his cock lazily in and out of you. He kissed you, tongue exploring your mouth and hands squeezing your sensitive body. "such a good girl... Perfect... Fucking perfect" he praised as you clung to him. "Please Bucky, please...."

He smiled, pressing soft kisses to your face, slowing down his movements to an agonising pace. "No baby... Gonna take my time this morning..." You mewled and pulled his hair, threw your head back on the pillow. He chuckled, kissing you more, fucking you deeper, but still slow. It was torture, the best kind you could ask for.

He kept you in this state of delirium until your body was covered in a sheen of sweat, your muscles trembled and your voice lost.

He licked along your throat before kissing it, growling at the taste of you, the way your eyes were glossy. "You wanna come now babygirl?" He whispered and you could only nod, a plea leaving your lips with a shuddering gasp.

He started with an increase in pace, then deeper then harder again until the bed rattled under his thrusts. You moaned loud, clinging to him with weak hands, accepting his kisses with uncoordinated lips. Your climax built to a peak and he rubbed your swollen clit. He groaned when you squeezed him, growled when you whined and at last gave a satisfied thrust and spilled into you as you squirmed and cried out in pleasure.

When at last you had recovered, the sun was peaking through midmorning clouds and Bucky was sneaking kisses along the column of your neck.

"Can we do this every morning?" He mumbled and you chuckled as you snuggled back into his arms. "Yes Bucky, we can..."

[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

Which Percy Jackson character should I sneak into my graded art project????

Easy!

Nico or Rachel!!!!! ✨✨✨

[purple-babygirl]

Ummm,what the fuck was that ask that I just saw? That anon sounds like an insufferable bitch. Just say you're jealous,anon,holy shit. And it's none of your fucking business how this author writes or how much. NONE. She can write however she likes. And post as often or as rarely as she likes. It's no one's business but hers. You don't get to DEMAND or order people around to your likings just so you can feel better about your shitty self just because you're jealous and insecure. And I can promise you,none of us are expecting other writers to post every 2 days just because this writer does. Every writer is different. It's only you. This is how we lose good writers. People like that anon ruin good things for everybody,this is why we can't have nice things. Dear owner of this blog,please don't be deterred from miserable low life trolls like that anon. Please don't go. As you can see,most of us love your work and I'm just grateful that I get the chance to read your amazing writings at all. Thank you for working hard to put out these fics for us all to enjoy. They certainly made my days better.

And 7k for the next chapter of In The Far Corner of The Forest? Omg,yes please. I love your orc Bucky so much and the story as a whole and can't wait to what's in store next for Reader & Bucky! I hope Bucky wise up and admit he's fucked up really bad. And comfort her afterwards for accusing her & scaring her like that.

I can't believe you took time out of your day/night to send me support like this. I am literally crying rn. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for caring enough to stop your scrolling and drop this sweet ask in my inbox. I love and appreciate you so much and I don't want you to worry about me leaving any time soon. I've already spent 2 years away because of writers' block and the hateful anons but never again. Promise.

I'm so so thankful for your existence and I could've never wished for better people to share my thoughts and writings with💜💜💜Your kind opinions are all I care about now and you keep me going💜💜

Yessss. I honestly thought the 5th part would be the last but I had so many things to write so it got out of hand and now we have almost 7k words of feels:" I promise to do my best not to disappoint you with Bucky's apology💜

Thank you again for everything especially for existing💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[demxters]

Thinking of Ace planning a surprise date night for Jake and Jake realizing just how gone he is for this girl just has a grip on me

awww yesss!! 🥺💜

jake doesn’t expect it at all. all his previous girlfriends have never put in the effort to plan or even surprise him with dates, so he never really expects anything even when he’s with ace. so the first time ace surprises jake with a date, you bet he’s trying to hold back tears.

it would be something simple, as most things are with these two. but to jake it was everything.

ace went to javy for some help to familiarize herself with the dallas cowboys game schedule. the next time there was a game, instead of meeting up with the rest of the boys, ace asks if he wants to watch the game at her apartment. and while he’s a little confused but also intrigued, he agrees. ace never explicitly says that it’s a date, but he gets the hint when she busts out a pack of his favorite seltzer and (attempts) makes him a home cooked meal.

no one has ever put so much thought and attention into him, and jake realizes that he never wants you to let him go.

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

Madoc rlly had all the audacity in Faerie land to look shocked when Jude called him out on his bullshit in twk.

Like my brother in christ…. YOU traumatized them first (the sisters). Their parents were literally murdered in front of them and then they leave every single thing they ever learned about the world behind and get thrown head first into a world that plays by completely different rules, and everyone around them has a head start on them. I even doubt he gave them any time to grieve or make sense of their trauma. He couldn’t have thought claiming them as his “real” daughters was gonna make a difference. The people whose world they share literally hate everything there is about them. Their culture, their clothes, their skin, hair color/eye color; and they make it a point to throw this in mortals faces every second they’re in Faerie. The sisters felt they had to earn their place in the world because just existing wasn’t good enough in other folks eyes. Your home should NEVER feel like that. And then madoc brings home a beautiful bride and a new son but the catch is she try’s very hard to act like nobody but oak exists and calls one of the sisters a devil child. Like yea no wonder one’s lying about everything in her life to please the one thing she’s found that makes her happy. No wonder another’s letting the folk walk all over her just so she could have the hope of being able to survive among them and then snapping when that chance turned out even worse than she thought. And it’s no damn wonder the last one is hatching political plots and murdering people left and right. Jude was on the money with that “I am what you made me” line. Their environment and home life shaped them to be what they are. The folk act even worse than the sisters towards mortals but it’s never criticized, but no, mortals can’t do what they do. The sisters are very much what they started out as, traumatized children who have never been able relax for one second. They’re in survival mode 24/7. Jude’s narrative is biased but her intention behind every move is to survive, the folk are horrible because they just up and decided to be.

i feel like i don't even need to say anything else. this is a full and complete thought. i am passing you the mic.

oh no wait, i do have one thing to say: it's about the inherent and insurmountable anger at those who raise us. it's about the inescapable futility of raising children in a world that hates them. it's about the deep chasm of despair between parent and progeny. and then, horrifically, it's about the unburnable bridge between child and guardian.

–Em 🖤🗡

more theories and analysis

[awesomefringey]

https://twitter.com/kmmwkindness_/status/1658148718921625602?t=apkd40UsB8KkQ8iuMk7ErQ&s=19

I feel like this upset Louis, and the fans are putting him in an awkward situation by doing these things, What people expect him to say ? "oh get this phone case out of my sight I have a son who is my world" or "Yes 100% Larry is real and Harry is my husband"

I dont know , maybe Louis was happy and I am wrong

Not sure if this was her phone case?

Do you know what? This is utter bullshit.

Louis is not uncomfortable. It’s the same man who smirked like this signing a Harry’s House phone case recently.

But either way I’m annoyed by the conversation.

People who try to read into Louis’ body language to seek signs of his “discomfort about larry” are just as childish, as those who try to squeeze a “larry proof” out of Louis signing something with Larry on it.

Interacting with Larries is daily business for him. Why do people make it sound like it’s a new thing for him? Louis knows his fanbase.

[darkfictionjude]

Like you, I can stomach many taboo subjects so long it's done in a way I like/respectfully/framing. We've previously established that I'm a sally lover but that's more from his archetype(protective bordering on possessive older brother) than me having interest in sally/mc, just due to the character personality and the story's framing changing it from enticing to squick.

Or even with something more innocuous childhood friends to lovers is a trope I usually find droll/annoying but there instances I like it bc of the framing/characters.

And even with the difference in acceptance of taboo subjects in fiction as a whole vs IF specifically, I think its bc since you play as the pov character, the reader self inserts far more easily than they do in a traditional novel or rpg (especially if its in first person rather than second personally speaking)

-many asks nonnie

Yeah I mentioned it in a comment about how self inserts tend to make the darker subject matter feel real. Which is why I’ve made all effort to make sure MC cannot be mistaken for a self insert, they are a character of my creation that then gets passed on to the readers to play with and interpret in whatever way.

From what I’ve seen most IF authors prefer not to have the mc be a self insert I guess to avoid issues of ownership such as complaints like “why is mc doing this? MY mc wouldn’t!” Which I would find particularly annoying if you want the story to reach certain points and if other actions would be illogical within the narrative

Honestly 95% I don’t like childhood friends to lovers, but it’s all about framing like you said. If it’s framed well I can love it. In this case I love Nia and MC because of the abandonment and the fact that this relationship isn’t lovey-dovey and that Nia nor the MC are particularly great people

Yeah with sally and mc I can see that. Especially given that sally views mc as basically a child like to him they have always been like twelve years old. An incestuous couple I feel like would feel more enticing if not only were they close in age but also have equal footing. Really all about how it’s done because it can get extremely creepy really easily

[auroraseddie]

I would be SUCH a good girl you have no idea!! I’d be down on my knees for you begging and BEGGING!! -💜

is that so? i feel like id be more inclined to help you out if you were in my dms….. but for now we can make due …..

[yearningaces]

ANON YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

You cannot send the perfect ask about a big burly giant right when I have to get ready to leave the fucking house

I WILL be going off on that when I get back

[emmymaehereeeeee]

Alright so I just saw Elvis for the fifth time in theaters and all I can think about is that scene during the comeback special when the Colonel is like “I will no longer be the promoter of your career” and Elvis just goes “hmm. Hmm.” And then clicks his tongue and turns away and sniffs and I was sitting there BLUSHING. TOTAL DADDY DOM VIBES. Which since you’re asking for prompts of said vibes…

You’ve wanted Elvis’ attention but he’s been busy. When he’s finallyyyyy free to love on you, it’s too late. You’re already in full blown brat mode. You defy him somehow and you get that same reaction as the Colonel. Hums, clicks, sniffs, turns away. That cool anger. That’s when you know you messed up. You try to apologize, but too bad, it’s time for punishment 😈

-😹

💜LEMME KNOW WHAT YA’LL THINK💜 word count: 1,885 warning: degradation, hair pulling, orgasm denial, teasing, Elvis slaps your ass one time.

Raven black hair, icy blue eyes, tan skin, you wanted to indulge yourself in his entire being. Usually you would, but recently with the constant running around with shows and merchandise, Elvis didn’t have nearly as much time for you as you wanted. You had pulled the sheets up to your chest, the book you had been trying to force yourself to read was sitting in your hands. “Doll? I’m home!” Elvis’s booming voice echoed across the once silent walls. Pretending to not have heard him, you turned the page of your book. He made his way up the stairwell, “Doll? You up?” He asked you once more, propped up in the door frame with a slight pout on his lips. “You ignoring me, mama?” He asked shifting from his left foot to his right. 

“That’s what it seems to be, isn’t it?” You snapped, letting the book fall to the side of you. “I thought you would know, since you’ve been doing the same to me the past, what? Three weeks?” 

Elvis rubbed his jaw, walking towards you, stopping mid way to take off his shoes. “I come home, excited to finally be able to see my girl, and what do you know? She’s got an attitude?” Elvis kicked his shoes to the side, “You just have to act like a brat, don’t you? And to think, I was gonna give you whatever you wanted tonight.” He gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him, then came the click and sniff. You knew it was all over.  You sat up a little straighter reaching up to hold his wrist, looking up at him.

“M’sorry, Elvis, just got a little angry s’all.” You mumbled, rubbing his wrist with the pad of your thumb. Elvis chuckled at your pitiful attempt at an a apology.

“I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way, mama. Brats don’t get their way.” He let go of your jaw, your neck still craned to look at him. “You wanna act like a brat, I can treat you like one, now what’s going to happen is you’re going to fucking listen, do you understand?” Elvis asked, his voice was dripping with lust and anger.

You nodded, “Yes sir.” He gripped your chin gently, smiling down at you.

“Good girl, now get on your knees.” You threw the sheets off of your legs, settling to your knees. Elvis moved to undo his belt buckle, you reached up in an attempt to help. “Put your hands down.” He growled. You dropped your hands to your side, he ripped the belt away from the loops, tugging down his pants. The outline of his cock was easily visible through his underwear. You balled your fist up at the side, opening your mouth, Elvis smirked down at you. “Look at you, such a good slut, already got your mouth open for me.” Elvis pulled his cock out allowing it to settle on your tongue, “Get it wet for me.” You wrapped your mouth around his cock, lowering your mouth along his shaft. Elvis tilted his back, “Atta girl.” You popped your mouth off of him, he laced his fingers through the back of your hair, pumping his cock a few times before forcing your mouth back on his cock. “Fucking suck it,  that’s it, you fucking like taking my cock like that Hm?” You looked up at him, tear pricking at the corner of your eyes. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly made you gag, Elvis bucked his hips up further at this feeling. “Maybe if I fuck this pretty little mouth you’ll learn some manners.” You moaned against his cock, gripping his legs, your nails digging into the side. You heard his breath hitch in his throat, “Jesus, fuck.” He held your head down on his cock, the feeling of his hot cum running down your throat made you dizzy.Elvis loosened his tight grip on your hair, “Open” he instructed pressing a thumb to your bottom lip. You opened your mouth to show that you had swallowed it, he smirked, gently rubbing your jaw, “Surprised you decided to listen.” He said, dropping his hand from your face. You adjusted your knees, “Can-“ he cut you off, “Did I say that you could talk, slut? No? Then I suggest you bite that pretty little tongue of yours.” He said. “Stand up, take your clothes off, I want you bent over the bed.” You nodded in agreement. He offered you a hand to help you to your feet. The feeling slowly returned to your feet, tugging down at your sleeping shorts, Elvis’s eyes landed on your lace panties, “You gotta matching set? Makes me think that you planned this.” He growled out slapping your ass. You jumped at the sharp feeling of his rings on the skin of your ass made you yelp. “Vocal now are we?” He asked, watching as you pulled off your shirt. You moved to unclasp your bra, tossing it to the side, then you tugged down your panties, leaning over the front of the bed. Elvis ran his hand over your ass, “Looking so good for me, practically dripping for me. You want me that bad, huh? You wanna be fucked like the little brat you are?” Elvis asked, moving his hands from your ass to your hips.

“Please, please fuck me.” You whimpered out, moving your hips back in an attempt to feel his cock perhaps even brush against you. You craved the feeling of his cock inside of you, you needed to feel him moving in and out of your tight cunt. Elvis tutted, laying one hand across your lower back, the other gripping at your hip. “You ready?” He asked, his tone had softened, you knew this wouldn’t last, you nodded quickly. “Need some words, pretty girl.” “Yes, please fuck me.” Elvis pushed himself into you earning a guttural moan from you, he chuckled in your ear. “We haven’t even started yet, already got you moaning.” You felt your face heat up, he slowly began to move in and out of you, each thrust was deep. Each thrust hit you right where you needed it, you pushed your hips back into him, Elvis pushed your hips down, slowly increasing his pace, you reached your hand down to your clit silently hoping that he wouldn’t see you. He picked your hips up to get a better angle of you. The pace of your fingers picked up, your pointer finger was teasing at your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure. Elvis saw what you were doing, he pulled out of you, “You really think you can just get away with that shit?” He grabbed your hand and held it behind your back, you whined out at the loss of contact. He slammed his cock deep into you. Letting out a gasp of air your face hit the bed again. “You just don’t fucking learn do you?” Elvis moved his hand to your other hip, pulling you back and forth on to his cock, “Your tight little pussy taking my cock so well? Making you feel so fucking good, isn’t it?” He growled into your ear.

Dizzying thoughts filled your head, if you could even call them that. Your mind was both filled to the brim with emotions and thoughts and completely void. “El-Elvis fuck, ha!” You felt your stomach tighten, “I’m right there, God!” Elvis felt you tighten around him. He pulled out swiftly, “Doesn’t work like that.” Elvis said, turning around so you were facing him, your mouth hung open. “Don’t look so shocked, brats don’t get their way. Move up.” You moved up the bed, Elvis hovered over you, taking your hands and pinning them above your head, he lined himself up with your entrance and began to slam into you, with his one free hand he ran it down your body. “Look at you, all fucked out over my cock.” He mumbled. He slammed deeper and harder into you with every thrust, you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, you wrapped your legs around his waist, bucking your hips into him. Sweat dripped down his face and onto your chest, you knew he was close. His thrusts became more eradicate, you rolled your hips into his.

“Fuck me!” You moaned out, arching your back, you were right into edge, practically staring down at the sea of ecstasy, wanting so badly to fully submerge yourself into it. You closed your eyes, then Elvis pulled out. His hot cum painted white spurts across your stomach. You whined out. “Please, please make me cum!” Practically to the point of tears, you needed to cum.

Elvis pulled himself off of you, propped up on his knees he smiled down at you. “Need it that bad?” He chuckled, looking down as writhed against the sheets begging and pleading for his touch. He slipped two fingers into your cunt, curling them, his thumb toyed at your clit. You closed your eyes, allowing your hips to raise and lower at the feeling of his fingers inside of you. You grabbed his wrist, shoving his fingers deeper inside of you.

“Faster, please.” You breathed out, Elvis sped up his pace drastically, slamming his two fingers into you, your body writhing under his touch, strings of your moans and curses filling the empty house. He grabbed on of your breasts, playing with your nipple.

“Holy, ELVIS!” You stepped off the cliff, submerging yourself into the sea of ecstasy, the waves crashed over your body, your legs shaking, stomach contracting. You couldn’t form words, only sounds.

“Jesus, did so good for me.” Elvis mumbled pushing his fingers in one more time. You moaned at the feeling, your body still hypersensitive from the orgasm that had just rocked your body. He ran a hand through your hair, “Such a pretty girl.” Moments passed by, Elvis helped you to the restroom where he helped you wash, he ran the wash cloth over your skin, pressing gentle kisses to your skin. “My sweet girl.”

After the shower, Elvis wrapped you in a towel, pulling some clothes out of his closet for the two of you, a simple t-shirt and a pair of your panties and a shirt and cotton shorts for him. He helped you slip the clothes on, kissing your cheeks whenever your face emerged from the head hole of the shirt. “I love you.” You mumbled sleepily. He smiled, slipping on his own clothes.

“I love you too, let’s get you to bed, sleepy girl.” He guided you to the bed, grabbing the sheets and pulling them over your body, he walked over to the side of bed tugging the blanket up to your shoulders. “Goodnight, doll.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your head, moving to pick up the clothes the two of you had tossed so precariously across the room, placing them into the hamper. He walked over to his side of the bed, laying down and pulling you close to his chest, rubbing your back and pressing gentle kisses to your face. The two of you fell asleep in one another’s arms, the silence that once filled the house soon returned.

[ltleflrt]

HORSE FRIEND! 😍

[downinthedevildom]

Hello! Are you taking matchup requests? If yes, I'd like to send one in for Obey Me

I'll go by ⭐. My pronouns are she/her and I'm demisexual

Appearance: I am South Asian with long wavy black hair. Usually tie my hair in a half ponytail at the back because I like how it looks and I don't really like the feeling of hair on my shoulders. I am 165 cm tall and reasonably fit

Personality: I'm calm, collected and hardworking. I can be a bit aloof and arrogant sometimes, but I make sure it doesn't get out of hand. I am curious and perfectionistic, and I'm also pretty academically smart (though I sometimes struggle with impostor syndrome lol). The gifted kid burnout syndrome is catching up, though. People say I do have a bit of a cold facade, but once they get to know me, they say I'm much warmer and gentler than they initially thought. I care deeply for my friends and my family, so I'll do whatever I can for them. I do face a lot of pressures too from having to be the perfect oldest daughter, the therapist friend (despite psychology not being my major, more of a special interest) and from having to do well in school (as much as I enjoy engineering, it is kicking my ass low-key). It may not look like it, but I'm very much a romantic, but I'm more practical about it, if that makes any sense 😅😅

I often bake my closest friends and family a cake on their birthday with a silly message written on it. I also has a soft spot (special interest) for outer space and love to stargaze wherever the skies are clear. Don't know if this is important, but I do make some pretty mean South Asian food, if I do say so myself. My younger sister says that my Ras Malay especially slaps

Likes: Books, herbal tea, art, lofi hip-hop, video games, anime, drawing, spicy food, affogato, outer space, cats (tho I really like all animals)

Dislikes: Incompetence, unnecessary conflicts, bullies, fake friends dishonesty, cruelty, dog-eared book pages, anyone who dares threaten my family, loud noises, itchy fabrics, insects

Sorry this took a little while Nonnie⭐! Life got a little busy but here I am here to match you with!!!! *obnoxious drumroll* 

Belphagor! 

(Matched by Anon Angel 💜)

So, where to start? I think you and Belphie would get along well. The chill vibes with the Lofi- and the stars? Absolutely. Both of you would find time to relax in the conservatory behind the music room when life in the Devildom got a little too hectic, and well even together that wouldn't change. (bonus points for it being behind the music room so you can play some soft background music for mucho relaxed vibes)  

Though you would probably get along super well with all the brothers, I think you would find your time around Belphie to be more grounding than the others' chaotic shenanigans. He would listen to you talk about the stars of the human world, (though it may lull him to sleep, not because he is bored but because your voice and presence are comforting and pleasant.) Or, he could even tell you the differences between your human stars and the endless night sky of the devildom.

Sure, he sleeps through most lessons and will dig at you for being such a straight-shooter student, but he will probably ask you for your notes over Satan or his other brothers. Partly because they are easy to understand and partly because it gives him more time to spend with you.

this really has little to do with the match but more bonus points so I'm going to add it here, you will never find any itchy fabrics anywhere around this boy, we all know he is the king of comfort! Only soft and pleasant fabrics here! Be that clothes, blankets or pillows he's got them all and if it means making you happy he would even share his favourite pillow with you. (though you may become his personal body pillow if you choose to nap with him.

I think Belphie would be there to help you break out of the mindset that you have to be the perfect, daughter, friend or student reminding you it's more than okay to just be yourself, take a break and let yourself mentally and emotionally recharge. He may be the youngest brother but he was still an older brother to Lilith after all, he can at least understand your burning desire to protect those you love and would be by your side to help you do so.

Honerable Mention : Barbatos 

After talking over your ask for a while, Calla 💚and I agreed that the best butler in all of the Devildom would be a good match for you before deciding Belphie would be your main match so we made Barb your second choice/HM. Tea lovers? Check! We all know this man makes the best tea in all three realms. Not only that, he would also be calm and composed and help to keep you calm in return. He has his own elusive personality after all and it doesn't mean he's cold or heartless. Find yourself wandering off to the castle for some downtime from the chaos and just chill with Barb with some nice tea and a good, coherent conversation. 

Hope you approve of the match dear!! Have a lovely day! MUAH! <£

[purple-babygirl]

I'm sorry to hear that your interview didn't go well :( I know that can be really hard. Sending hugs your way <3 <3 <3

I mean, I thought I didn't do good enough but I just got the feedback email like an hour ago and they actually thought differently because I got the best feedback I could've ever gotten.

But, can I still have the hugs?:"

Seriously tho, thank you so so much for caring enough to send me this sweet ask. I was super depressed last night and didn't see it, but it feels even better today to see your kindness when I have just received amazing news.

So you guys are getting a new part of the story tomorrow because I'm gonna stay up all night happy-writing.

I love you with all my heart thank you so much for being here💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜