#devil!! ♡

[evermoreal]

thinking abt some kind of outlaw!au where the 141 walk away from a raid with a lot more than they bargained for.

a few weeks back they’d received word of a nobleman and his wife who’d be leaving for their honeymoon, valuables aboard the carriage. after a bit of lurking and bribing, they’d narrowed down just which road was desolate and wild enough to get away with the raid.

concealed by the bordering forests, they’d waited. an embarrassingly opulent carriage came dawdling down the road (polished wood, velvet curtains, ostentatious engravings) & they pounced.

the drivers & guards, they’d expected. the gunshots, the shouting. what took them by surprise, though, was the wife, who did not fight as gaz wrestled her into his arms. who watched a little too closely when ghost dragged his blade across her husband’s chest, demanding the location of their funds.

“where’s’a money?” price questioned, moving towards the woman when her husband’s pride weighed heavier than his cowardice. his broad palm gripped her jaw as gaz held her arms behind her back. “hm, lovey? y’speak english? y’better tell me, or your sweetheart ‘ere ‘ll be gutted before tha night’s over.”

she watched her husband writhe for a long moment, before meeting price’s gaze. her voice was flat, steady. “kill him.”

soap barked a laugh. ghost cocked his head.

price, though, was intrigued.

“kill ‘im?” he echoed. then, he lifted her hand, yanking the diamond ring off her finger and pinching it between his fingers. “wha’ bout this? just a rock, is it? ‘till death do us part’ mean nothin’ to ya?”

“words don’t mean much when you’re forced to say them, sir.”

“forced?” price questions, narrowed eyes flicking across your features. he looks to your husband, then, who’s soiled his pants. “tha fuck is this muppet forcin’?”

price is quiet for a while, watching your husband as he wriggles in ghost’s grip. when he meets your gaze, there’s a small, barely-there curve to his chapped lips. “you really want ‘im dead?” there’s an amusement to his tone, a disbelief.

you steel your gaze. “yes.”

the curve of his lips bends into a grin, and you’ve barely exhaled before he’s lifting his pistol, aiming it at your husband’s head, and shooting.

limp, he falls to the ground.

you don’t flinch. in fact your voice is steady when you state, “the money’s in the chest, beneath the seats.”

once again, price approaches you. grips your jaw, tilts your face this way and that. he taps your cheek twice, and says, “you heard the woman. soap, get the money. gaz, tie ‘er up, she’s with me.”

[leaentries]

headcanons | luke hughes

SUMMARY: boyfriend!luke

WARNINGS: not proofread

more boyfriend!player headcanons

✮. he’s a shy lover! luke has a hard time expressing his emotions sometimes, so he often finds himself shying away or hiding his face into the crook of your neck while the two of you have a heart to heart moment. he’ll turn all red a blushy the second you start loving all up on him, especially when you tell him how amazing he is.

✮. PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR!! luke turns to absolute putty the second your fingers come into contact with his curls. like you could just be chillin on the couch and your hands will somehow find the back of his head. no joke, he will literally fall sideways into your lap so you can have a better reach. 9 out of 10 times he will most likely fall asleep.

✮. a huge foodie. loves loves loves to eat with you. we are all aware that the team calls him rusty because he’s always eating. will always have your favorite snacks in his bag so you’re never hungry. is always concerned about whether you’re eating enough or drinking enough. will take it upon himself to be with you for at least one meal of the day. yes, he does have dinner dates with you over facetime during roadies.

✮. along with this, he loves to facetime you! whenever possible, if he’s isn’t with you that is, he wants to be able to see your pretty face and yap to you about the most random things. whether it’s about your toast getting burnt or his charger breaking, you’ll talk about it.

✮. always listens to you intently. luke is the type of guy who will always make eye contact with you while you’re talking and will actively engage with you. he wants to make sure you know he’s listening and cares about what you’re saying. will bend down to your height and lean his ear in closer if you’re on the quieter side.

✮. leaves his clothes at your place on “accident.” new-flash, it’s never on accident. if luke stays at your apartment for more than a few hours there is a 90% chance he’s gonna end up leaving a hoodie or pair of sweats behind. you’ll end up getting a “i’m coming back over” text from him an hour after he left. he does this for two reasons: 1. he makes sure to give himself a legit excuse to come back and see you 2. he knows you’ll probably end up stealing said clothing item and wearing it.

✮. continuing from the last point, luke melts every time you wear something of his or something with his name on it. a little piece inside of him jumps for joy every time he sees you wearing one of his hoodies or showing up to games in his jersey. it helps ease the bit of him that gets insecure sometimes. it’s a way of telling the world that your his girl.

✮. he’s a puppy. period. he follows you around the apartment 24/7 if you’re together. never wants to leave your side unless he absolutely has to. will always pull your body into his in public so his mind is at ease. when his anxiety or worries spike, he is rushing to find or call you. you are his comfort blanket.

✮. let’s you pick out his outfits. luke had a tendency to have questionable style from time to time, so you took the liberty of making sure he is at least matching colors. you are tired. he does not like to listen, but will inevitably always wear what you tell him to.

✮. big napper/snuggler. will cocoon the both of you in blankets till you can barely move. has an alarm on his phone everyday to remind the both of you to take a nap together. doesn’t give you an option about it either. if you don’t feel like napping with him before a game, he will whine and pester you claiming that “it’s your fault if we lose” or “you’re my good luck charm, pretty girl. you have to nap with me or i won’t play good.”

✮. someone please find me a luke hughes

[biilodyfangs]

TAPE RECORDER FULL OF TRAUMA??

i desperately need to know who's behind this account

[edgy-senju]

𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗

[mncxbe]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: work colleagues dynamic, mentions of onlyfans, needy Angel, voyeurism, masturbation, cum play♡

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who has never touched nor seen a naked woman in his entire life and keeps getting taunted by his fellow devil hunters "What do ya mean you've never been with a lady? You really don't know what you're missing."

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, whose colleagues introduce him to the concept of OnlyFans. He doesn't really see the point of it and doesn't feel any sort of interest or attraction towards the women there– at least not until he accidentally finds your profile.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who recognizes your tattoo and know for sure that it's you, his sweet little patrol partner. he does't want to admit it at first but seeing you pose in such an indecent manner does things to him, his pants tightening at the sight of the pretty lingerie snugly wrapped around your soft curves

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who knows he's hooked and has no shame when he blatantly asks you to show him the real thing. "What'd you mean you wanna see the real thing?" you ask in confusion, glancing down at his phone screen. Angel simply shoves the phone in your face, pointing at the picture of you. "I wanna see you naked"

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who has some real motivation to do his job for the first time in years. you'd promised to strip for him if he caught the devil you were after and he did just that, happy to put in some work for his reward.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who watches you with curious eyes as you pat the empty side of your bed, motioning him to sit beside you. you teasingly take off your uniform pants and he feels his face heat up at the sight of your bare legs.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who almost drools when you lay down on the plush mattress with your legs spread in front of him, your glistening cunt on display for his hungry eyes. "It looks so pretty" he hums, his fingers ghosting a few centimeters above your skin. he doesn't want to risk accidentally draining your lifespan but fuck– he wished he had a pair of gloves so he could touch you

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who begs you to touch yourself for him and watches your tiny fingers rub circles on your clit, relishing the soft moans that spill for your lips. he gets hard when you push two digits inside, slowly stretching yourself open, your pussy glistening with slick

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who doesn't touch himself until you allow him to. he doesn't want to seem like a pervert. after all, this was supposed to be a little experiment to satisfy his curiosity and get his colleagues to stop teasing him– he didn't expect to get off to the sight of you pleasuring yourself

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who fists his cock in front of you as you pump your fingers in your needy cunt, his orgasm drawing closer as you tell him how much you wish he could touch you, how you wish it would've been his fingers inside you instead of yours– "Angel... fuck i need you t-to cum f'me too" you whine as you reach your high, your juices leaking on the mattres below and he cums on the spot at the pretty sight

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who shoots his load on your pussy, watching the creamy seed dribbling down your puffy clit and folds. he can clearly see your walls spasming as you come down from your high and blushes furiously when you gather some of the cum on your fingers and stuff it inside your cunt, whimpering his name softly

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who helps you clean up and brings you a glass of water, making you promise that you'd let him touch you next time— "I promise I'll be careful. I'll wear gloves just let me do it for you" he pleads and you can't bring yourself to say no to him

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who uninstalls the OnlyFans app the moment he leaves your apartment. he doesn't need that stupid app now that he has you. the real you.

[marydoll9229]

homura

[obitohno]

let's talk kinks

aki, angel, denji, power, makima

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, edging, orgasm denial, oral sex, foot fetish, foot jobs, pussy grinding, piss kink, golden shower, sex toys, chastity belt, lingerie, vibrators, paddles, pussy spanking, degradation

word count ⤸

1.7k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

the way that i’ve been desperate to write about csm kinks has been rotting my brain, but the wait is finally over! also, this is my first time writing wlw, so i really hope that it’s not completely terrible to read ;-; i had a lot of fun writing these, so pls enjoy!

reblogs are appreciated ~

you think that it’s entirely unfair, how easily aki is able to snatch the breath from your lungs each time that his lips ghost over the surface of your skin, unable to voice it so when he kisses you just like that. 

he’s no stranger to the way that the muscles of your inner thighs clench, stretching wide enough to accommodate the width of his shoulders, broad enough to have you aching as he tongues at your clit, his gentle hum of approval vibrating over your sensitive nub. it throbs beneath the flat of his tongue, glistening with the shine of his saliva that only serves to aid the drooling mess that escapes the fluttering entrance of your hole, forced open around the tight stretch of his fingers. 

his teeth graze over your clit, the wet muscle of his tongue delving between your folds to taste where your scent is the strongest. he groans, and along with him, you mewl with the promise of your fast-approaching climax. 

only, it doesn’t come. 

as soon as your fingers are clenching tight around the ink-like strands of his hair, his mouth is all but torn away, and you’re left choking, a pitched cry of frustration gasped from between your kiss-swollen lips. 

‘c’mon!’ 

he actually dares to huff a laugh, the heat of his breath fanned across the sensitive crook of your hip. furiously, your clit pounds, the tune matching that of the rapid beat of your pulse, and you sob with the loss of your well-deserved orgasm. repeatedly, his tongue—aided with the to-and-fro of his fingers buried within the cavern of your cunt—brings you to the summit, only to force you to abandon each time. you’re sobbing, slit desperately ground against the mould of his mouth, but you fail the realise that the pitched keen that escapes you—accompanied by the shimmering of your sclera—only serve to inflate the swell of his ego as he brings you to the edge of yet another orgasm, only, to let you fall, again. 

‘a-aki! please!’ 

he’s grinning, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he thumbs at your swollen clit.

‘since you asked so nicely.’ 

ଓ

it’s movie night, and you are a tad baffled when denji encourages the press of your heel between his legs. 

the night had started as usual, with your legs stretched across the length of the settee, feet pillowed by his lap, his fingers deftly working through a knot that has been niggling at the arch of your foot all day. you’d thought nothing of the breathy moan that had escaped you when the pad of his thumb worked to release the tension, but clearly, he had. only, you don’t realise it until  you’re stretching your toes and your ankle brushes against the evident bulge that has swelled between his thighs. at first, you make to pull away, an apology already spilling from out of your mouth, but his fingers catch, curling around the circumference of your ankle. 

‘again,’ he begs, nostrils flaring as he exhales a nervous, jittery sigh. there’s a dusting of pink forming on the bridge of his nose, and the sight alone has you agreeing readily, the press of your foot nudging at his groin once more. 

his brows pull together, and just a couple of strokes have him moaning throatily, hips rolling to meet each press of your foot. watching him has your thighs clenching, the spark of your own arousal dampening the lining of your underwear, and you can’t help but moan along with him when he tears at the fabric of his sweats, the rigid heat of his cock now gliding against the flat of your foot without a barrier to halt him. the rounded shape of the tip of him is swollen an angry shade of red that matches the blush that dominates his cheeks, and you’re awed by the way that his expression morphs into one of unabashed bliss. his slit is weeping a mess all over your toes, and it has the blunt edges of your teeth biting into the plush of your bottom lip, and it is mere curiosity that has your heel grinding into the squishy pillowing of his balls, prized by the way that he wails. 

‘more, more, fuck, please, don’t stop—!’

ଓ

it is with power straddled above you, the damp warmth of her pussy slipping and sliding over your own, when you announce that you need to use the bathroom. 

only, when you attempt to sit upright, expecting her to allow you to empty your bladder within the comforts of the bathroom, the palms of her hands are pawing at the curve of your breasts, fingers roughly pinching at your nipples before scratching over your ribs to find purchase there. fiercely, the schlick, schlick, schlick of her sopping cunt melds to yours, circling, grinding, stroking you closer and closer to where she wants—needs—you, and your gut coils with the phantom whispers of the orgasm that teases at your pulsing hole. each brush of her public hair tickles at your clit, the texture sodden with the diamanté of your arousal intermingling with hers, and each wet thud of her hips dropping to yours has a breath punched from out of your mouth. 

the velvet-like glide of her folds make your head spin, and beneath her, you squirm, the release of your bladder now dangerous close. 

‘ah—w-wait,’ you manage to gasp into the the silk of her hair, her teething nipping at your throat. ‘i really need to—’

‘so, go,’ she’s grinning, all wicked teeth and the bite of her nails scratching at your ribs once more. despite the fire that scorches the apples of your cheeks, no further encouragement is needed, and just as her fingers are prodding at the tight muscles of your hole, your bladder releases in time with the pitch of your orgasm, cresting high as the spray of golden liquid wets power’s groin, along with your shaking thighs. you don’t know whether to feel relieved or embarrassed, wide eyed as you acknowledge the dampened bedsheets with a coy mewl, and perched above you, power squeals, the slight curves of her breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath that is greedily sucked into the ‘o’ that shapes her lips, jaw slack as she watches you recover enough to brush the tremble of your thumb between the stretch of her thighs. 

‘your turn, hm?’

ଓ

angel has always been pretty, you think, but you are unprepared for just how beautiful he looks bound in nothing but the frilled lace that hides the contraption that cages his weeping prick. 

it had been he who had presented the idea, already bearing the pink-plated chastity belt as he drops the key into the palm of your hand. he’s entrusted you, you recognise, and the realisation has your heart swelling with pride. you don’t question where he bought such a device, yet, when he presses a silver-coated bullet vibrator into your other hand, you feel the hitching of your own breath, watching as he teases at the hem of the frilly white material that hugs at his waist. they’re quickly tugged down the expanse of his cream-coloured thighs, and upon the sight of the translucent string of sap that clings to the flimsy fabric, your mouth is watering. he kneels before you, squirming under the heat of your gaze, and when your stare drops from the sweet pinking of his cheeks to the belt that hides his cock from view, his lungs expand and deflate just a little faster. 

your tongue is probing into the valley of his mouth when there’s a click! and a buzz, which is then followed by a low, drawn out moan that is muffled to your shoulder. the warmth of his thighs are already damp with perspiration, and nerves have your fingers trembling, by no fault of the vibrating toy that has his balls swelling within the confides of the chastity belt. it’s not long before he’s drooling, teeth scraping over the curve of your shoulder, greedily humping at the press of the palm of your hand as he seeks moremoremore of the toe-curling bliss bestowed upon him. 

despite the fact that the cage prevents the full expansion of his girth, you’re still able to watch as his slit leaks a pretty mess down the bumps of your knuckles, and when the bullet strokes a path over the sensitive skin of his perineum, his jaw drops and he shrieks.  

‘m-more—pleasepleaseplease—!’

ଓ

you probably shouldn’t have trusted that when makima had promised to take it easy on you, that she’d be telling the truth. 

the smirk that had flashed across her face should have been telling, and yet, it isn’t until she has you stripped bare, bent over her equally naked thigh, that it finally dawns on you that this isn’t going to be a typical punishment. you’d been especially bratty this evening, she’d reminded you on the way home from a meal shared at your favourite restaurant, and this, apparently, is her way of ensuring that you thank her properly. still, when the leather padding is roughly tapped against the naked curve of your pussy, you’re unable to muffle the strained moan that is torn from your throat. 

subconsciously, your hips roll, desperation pushing the edge of the paddle between your folds, which spread to reveal the slick-soaked hole that dances with anticipation. but, instead of the fingers that you’ve become familiar with widening the muscles of your inner walls, the paddle retreats and then, in one swift motion, it connects with a sharp squelch, and the squeak you expel quickly morphs into a moan. the sting ricochets, and the way that your pussy throbs is laced with both pain and arousal. 

again, and again, the paddle beats at your sopping cunt until your lustrous secretion is oozing a tacky stain on the thighs that pillow the weight of you humping uselessly into the air. no matter how much you beg, she refuses to stuff your clenching hole, the pads of her fingers teasing over your rim instead, only, she doesn’t touch you there, either, not really. instead, the paddle, now sodden with your arousal, is harshly slapped over your pulsing clit, and when you scream, she scoffs. 

‘how pitiful,’ she tuts, grinding the flat of the leather, up-down, up-down, up-down, until you’re just about to come undone. 

you’re gasping, feet kicking out as you beg, ‘please, please—!’ 

but instead of hearing your cries, she simply  laughs. 

‘how pathetic, indeed.’ 

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[nekrosdolly]

everything is blue

you're vergil's "something blue."

cw; lingerie mention, established relationship, canon compliant, vergil is a cat, somewhat needy vergil, this is not a full fic just something i thought of earlier, powder blue is such a good color, sex mentioned but not described, i love 40 year olds (vergil is 43)

a/n; dear god the dmc brain rot has started... fear not! i will still be a resident evil account, just with some... extras here and there. btw i finished 3 & 1 in two days... tryhard who? i might make a dante version of this too! this will officially be my vergil divider i think!

blue. that's what reminds you of vergil- blue. deep, navy blue. sometimes a shade of indigo. if you asked him, he'd tell you that associating someone with a color is odd and something he would never do. it's silly, he'd insist, and not something he really cares for.

or so he says.

unbeknownst to you, he's decided that you are light blue. specifically powder blue, not quite baby blue, and not exactly periwinkle- powder blue.

whenever he buys you something, it's always that exact shade. you don't notice until lady points it out to you one day, after you've told her about something vergil has, once again, bought for you (an irresponsible spender, it seems, but he'd give the world for you.)

"that sounds cute," she says, leaning into the old couch cushions behind her back. the entire damned piece of furniture is old, so it's no surprise that she inadvertently sinks into your side.

"yeah, it is." you nod, leaning into her, too.

"what color?"

"blue. like a baby blue, sort of." you say and she hums.

"weird," she comments.

"why is that weird?"

"he always buys you blue stuff. like he's claiming you with a color or something." she shrugs, which moves your shoulder, too.

"huh…" everything vergil has ever gotten you- lingerie, skirts, shirts, little charms for your lanyard, the lanyard itself, bracelets with aquamarine, even some earrings with the same stone. when you ask him what color to get on your nails, he always says the same color- powder blue. you wonder if it's his way of staking a claim. he's never been outright possessive, never told you to your face that you belong to him or that you're his in every single way, inside and out.

truthfully, you'd never thought he was wired that way. maybe it's a demon thing, and part of you wants to assume it is, but it's not like you're dumb. you've dated other men before vergil, much to his dismay, and you know how they can be. maybe, when indulging in sins of the flesh, he's not so different. his touches are never less than gentle, especially when it came to the early stages of your relationship. they were very chaste, then, never below the belt until you told him you were ready. he was gentle, then, too.

he's extra affectionate when you're actually wearing the blue things he gave you- maybe one of the skirts he bought you, or the thigh-highs he nervously gave you to wear, too. even the jewelry has him touchy. like a cat, he'd press himself against your side, one hand on your thigh, thumbing the hem of your skirt somewhat obsessively as you pay attention to your phone instead of him, still holding his arm. his stormy grey eyes would be a little more blue, his pupils dilated some. pouty lips would find your cheek, your temple, your hair, anything to get you to pay attention to him without him needing to ask. maybe your theory was right.

not to mention the one day you wore red to work, he looked like somebody stomped on his heart. to anyone else, the crease between his brows was the same, the pout his lips were always in didn't change, but to you, he was sulking majorly. realistically, he knew he didn't control you, but some darker, inner parts

it's not his fault. ever since you two began dating, he'd had this obsession with seeing you decked out in his color, even though he knew it was silly.

[p1xiemeat]

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

[ariseur]

ꨄ︎ MASTERLIST ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄

devil may cry ( out of order ! )

dante ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sixteen works

vergil ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ seven works

nero ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ four works

v ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ six works

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final fantasy vii

zack ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ seven works

cloud ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ seventeen works

sephiroth ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ twenty-one works

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reno ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ one work

final fantasy xv

noctis ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ one work

ignis ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ one work

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gladiolus ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ zero works

rdr2 ( out of order ! )

arthur ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ three works

john ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ one work

javier ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ one work

charles ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ one work

sean ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ one works

lenny ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ zero works

kieran ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ zero works

eagle flies ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ zero works

jujutsu kaisen

gojo ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ six works

megumi ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ seven works

yuuji ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ three works

nobara ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ zero works

nanami ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ one work

yuta ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ zero works

toji ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ one work

mystic messenger

zen ꨄ︎ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ zero works

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[evermoreal]

here’s some more outlaw!au <3 thank u guys sm for all the love u showed on the first part of this. makes me so happy knowing people enjoyed the silly little idea that’s been terrorizing my brain.

the ride was long and wearisome. the adrenaline, like milk left on the counter, quickly began to sour into terror.

after gaz tied your hands behind your back and handed you off to a grinning price, he’d positioned you over the saddle of his horse — a broad, chestnut roan — climbing behind and wrapping his arms around you to steer the thing. his chest was shoved against your back, holsters poking against your spine and suffocating you in with an unappealing cocktail of leather, tobacco, dirt, and blood.

beyond lessons as a child, you’d never ridden a horse — not how they did, at least. the gnarled terrain made for a rough ride, and within the hour your thighs began to ache. you kept quiet, listening instead to the trotting of hooves and the sporadic remarks thrown between the men.

the men who now held your life, your will, in their hands.

you’d done your very best not to think about it — tried not to think about anything at all. you’d kept your gaze on the passing wilderness, studying the shapes of trees and wildflowers, imagining what lay beyond. the shadows, the shrubbery. coyotes, perhaps. foxes and deer.

it could only keep you occupied for so long. the silence pressed in, and it clawed it’s way to the forefront of your mind.

the gunshot still echoed off the walls of your skull.

“yer shakin’, swee’eart.” price’s breath was warm against your throat, and his voice was rough. “havin’ regrets, are we?”

swallowing whatever fretful sound that tried to escape, you answered honestly: “no, sir.”

“sir.” his tone was mocking, edged with a low chuckle. “so polite. how could a sweet thing like you be so willing to kill, hm?”

your breath shook, and you knew he’d heard it, no matter how much you hoped he didn’t. “i didn’t kill him,” you said. “you did. sir.”

“oh, lovey. i was jus’ holdin’ the gun — you told me where to aim.” his chest flexed against you as he heaved a sigh. “all i wanted was the money. without yer insistence, poor fellow’d still be ‘live an’ breathin’.”

the words knocked something loose. for all intents and purposes, you were a killer.

and worse, no matter how desperately you search, you could not find any regret.

“tha’s right,” he murmurs, as if you’d voiced the thoughts aloud. calloused fingers grip your chin, turning your face towards his. a light spattering of dirt covered his face, crawling along his crows feet and laugh lines. “just like us, ain’t you? dressin’ y’up in this pretty little outfit can’t change wha’s underneath.” he tugged at your dress. “‘s a good thing we found ye, ain’t it? what if ye’d made it to yer honeymoon an’ he’d tried to touch you? what would you have done?”

uselessly, you tried to pull away. price held firm, gripping you tightly. “answer me, sweet thing. what would ye have done?”

an ache had begun to thrum along the side of your throat; his fingers were calloused and tight around your jaw. your breathing was jagged around your words: “i wouldn’t have — i wouldn’t have let him.”

“no?” his voice was softer, like he was pleased. “how would you have stopped him?”

the terror was red-hot, and the acceptance was a balm. “he keeps — kept — a gun in the closet. no matter where we were staying.”

“yeah?” though he didn’t release your chin, his grip gentled, and he traced his thumb back and forth along your jaw. “you ever shot a gun before, love?”

“no,” you answered. “i’ve watched my father load them enough times, though.”

his lips had curved ever so slightly, and his eyes had softened, like you were proclaiming your love for him instead of explaining how you’d planned to kill a man.

“you’d have made such a mess,” he said tenderly, gently. “you don’t know the first thing about gettin’ rid of a body. his blood would’ve been everywhere, swee’eart. all over this pretty face, these clothes.” his thumb traced your bottom lip. “y’don’t have ta worry ’bout that now, though. y’ve got us for that, yeah?”

as his eyes bore into yours, brimmed with something you couldn’t quite read, you belatedly realized he wanted an answer. though your mouth had gone dry and a heavy pit had formed in your stomach, you nodded along to his words, murming a quiet, “yes,” before you could think any better of it.

[leaentries]

Luke Hughes would finger you in the car after a win. His fingers are long as hell and are so sexy he’d make you kinda ride them so when the bumps it would move you to take his fingers deeper.

➛ holy fuck, nonnie… this was insane

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“That’s it, pretty girl,” Luke’s voice fell on deaf ears as your head lulled back against the headrest, “Feel good?”

You barely managed a nod with the depths his long fingers managed to reach. The slight curl of his hand bumping into your clit with each turn or bump in the road was dizzying.

After a long night with the team, you and Luke had found yourselves helplessly horny, and Luke was determined to make you cum before you reached the apartment.

“Fuck, Lukey!” Your hips bucked to ride his fingers deeper in the passenger seat of his car. The black leather beneath you was undoubtedly soaked with your arousal.

It was almost impossible to keep your eyes open with the pulsating pleasure traveling through every vein in your body. However, you were still able to catch Luke turning onto a notoriously very bumpy road.

“Luke,” You panted, “W-why are you going t-this way?”

“Don’t worry about it, angel. Just keep riding my fingers like a good girl.”

Yet, Luke’s motives were quickly discovered as the first dip in the road caused his fingers to prod impossibly deeper.

“God, yes!” You moaned, eyes screwing shut in ecstasy.

Luke watched your face every so often, his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans. His other hand, which remained on the wheel, turned white with desire. Luke was struggling to control himself at the feeling of you falling apart around his fingers.

After a few more bumps, you felt the impending pleasure of climax begin to build in your tummy. You gripped onto the cool leather handle of the door, in an attempt to ground yourself further onto Luke’s digits.

Luke smirked at the feeling of your spasming cunt.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?”

You could only cry in response. Your body arched as fire began to coarse through your senses. Blinding ecstasy sent your mind reeling as your orgasm hit you like a truck.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Luke thrusted his fingers slightly faster, “Make a mess on my seat.”

Luke drove over one last bump, pulling into the parking garage. He helped take you through your orgasm, your body slouching in the seat as he withdrew his fingers from your abused cunt.

You watched with cloudy eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth. His tongue darted out to catch your release that now began to drip down his hand. You could feel your clit begin to throb with need once more, thighs clenching in response.

Luke eyed you, your motion not going unnoticed.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” He tapped your thigh, “Let’s go upstairs so I can fuck you properly.”

[vampireassistant]

that moment when the devil rejects you

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