#love unholy c

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Li Zeyan’s New Company Project ER!

“I only care about the taste a certain dummy experiences.”

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[henriiiii-1001old]

"The Lord God told the man, “You are free to eat from any tree of the garden. But do not eat from the tree of learning of good and bad. For the day you eat from it you will die for sure.”"

Gabriel remembered those words the Lord God told His creations like it was yesterday. Now here he was, about to put those words to shame as he stared at the fruit in front of him.

"And... a-and you'll promise to let everyone live? Let everyone be in peace as one?"

The Devil smiled, a silent confirmation. "I promise."

Gabriel shivered as the words processed in his head. He took the fruit in his hands and gave it a fearful look. Every part of him was screaming at him to simply back down and fight another way, maybe argue for a better negotiation. Gabriel swallowed the thoughts down as he bit into the fruit.

...And he fell, far from the heavens. Farther than the Devil himself ever fell it seemed. He knew at that moment his fate was sealed.

So was everyone else's.

And it was all his fault.

All your fault.

All your fault. All your fault. All your fault. AlL YOuR faULt. ALL YOUR FAULT.

ALL YOUR FAULT.

ALL YOUR FAULT!

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(extra versions under the cut)

[butch-grian]

l + ratio + you fell off + don't care + playing + having fun + cdrunz in gay love. gay kiss. now.

[franks-unholy-confessional]

ChronicArsonists Confession of the Night:

Tumblr says “Go ahead, put anything”. i think Tumblr probably regrets that.

wondering how similar franks face is when he gets really into playing guitar to his face when someone takes a nice little bite of his thick thighs. just a solid mouthful. of thigh of course. or just below those lovely birds. or maybe nice and high up on those gorgeous thighs.

edit: for reference-

[lilflowerpot]

This is the anon that asked for funerary stuff, thank you!! And as for how I got here... I actually don't remember much of it (what am I, an amnesiac protagonist?) but I think, I think one of the people on my dash reblogged a post about VLD, I followed the trail bc I was supremely bored that day, and then one thing led to another and I stumbled upon one of your worldbuilding posts to which I went, “...fucking fantastic” and fell down a rabbit hole. I'm somewhat of a worldbuilding nut myself, though I tend to focus more on the cultural stuff than the sciency stuff, and you tackle both of them and I just couldn't help but be deeply riveted! Sci-fi or any sciency stuff isn't my specialty, and I'm not one to turn down a learning opportunity. So that's how I came to follow and read your notes, LOL. I'll get to Little Blade soon, vacations coming up after exams! When I finally read LB, may I ramble my reactions to you in your ask inbox?

[original]

That is honestly the most valid explanation, and one I can d e e p l y relate to lmao; intriguing worldbuilding can draw me in to just about anything!

Believe it or not, sciency stuff is also very much not my forte, and more often than not it's the asks I receive that prompt me to sit here like "shit,,, that's //such a good question// I guess it's time for me to buckle down and read up on this niche subject for the sole sake of fleshing out my entirely-too-long voltron au" asdjvghsvdvasfak it's a Legitimate Problem™ actually, but I'm in too deep ¯\_(-∧-;)_/¯

You may ofc ramble in my askbox as much as you'd like! Some people prefer to do so here rather than Ao3, but no matter the platform I'm never going to turn away someone's thoughts on my writing—I do hope you enjoy it!

[lunarspeared]

relationships.

♡ ⇁ 𝘿𝙐𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙎 :: who am i to say i'm always yours. ♡ ⇁ 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙎 𝙒𝘾𝙊 𝙊𝙊 // drake mallard :: i just want someone i can turn to. ♡ ⇁ 𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙎𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙊𝙍 :: loving you is a losing game. ♡ ⇁ 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙄𝙐𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙊𝙍 :: give me the kind of love i never had. ♡ ⇁ 𝙂𝙑𝙄𝙄𝙍𝙐𝙎 // chris redfield :: that ultra kind of love you never walk away from. ♡ ⇁ 𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙊𝙍 :: he will never be satisfied; i will never be satisfied. ♡ ⇁ 𝙋𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙋𝙄𝙏𝙊𝘾𝙎 // apollo :: i thought i had control but i don't know anymore. ♡ ⇁ 𝙋𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙋𝙄𝙏𝙊𝘾𝙎 // laurel downy :: give your heart a break. ♡ ⇁ 𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙏𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙀𝙎 // tyler beakson :: you are sweeter than i ever dreamed. ♡ ⇁ 𝙏𝙐𝙉𝙉𝘼𝙂𝘼𝙉 // don karnage :: you're the only thing i think i got right. ♡ ⇁ 𝙏𝙐𝙉𝙉𝘼𝙂𝘼𝙉 // poe despell :: kiss me; hate me harder. ♡ ⇁ 𝙏𝙐𝙉𝙉𝘼𝙂𝘼𝙉 // steelbeak :: call it what you want to. ♡ ⇁ 𝙏𝙐𝙉𝙉𝘼𝙂𝘼𝙉 // taurus bulba :: don't say it's unholy if i let you come hold me. ♡ ⇁ 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘿𝙁𝙀𝙇𝙇 // drake mallard :: every night with us is like a dream. ♡ ⇁ 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙂𝙊𝙀 // fenton c :: when i tasted strawberry mentos i knew you were the one. ♡ ⇁ 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙂𝙊𝙀 // kit cloudkicker :: have my back every day; feels like home. ♡ ⇁ 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙂𝙊𝙀 // panchito pistoles :: one kiss is all it takes.

[anastasiabowe]

𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙈𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔 𝘿𝘼𝘿! — Your boyfriend’s baby mama keep trying to get him back, so you gotta show her how you fuck her baby dad..

Note: I do not condone ANY content that is sent to your partners ex.. but if it’s Choso, it’s Choso so enjoy! (Also isn’t proofread so Ntm)

Content Warnings: SWEARING, piv, unprotected sex, recording of intimacy, hair pulling, revenge on ex, sharing 18+ content, mention of Choso having a child (not in any 18+ moments.) , MINORS JUST GO AWAY thank you!

“Fuck me.” Choso cursed to himself. You were in the kitchen washing your breakfast dishes. You looked over your shoulder to see him rub his forehead in what seems to be stress.

“Everything alright?” You dried your hands on the towel, and made your way to him. You wrap your arms around him, letting his ease into your warm arms.

“Just my ex..” he looked up at you, showing his phone. They one thing you appreciated about him is how honest he is. He always shows you his phone, and it’s almost comforting to know he has nothing to hide from you.

You grabbed his phone, and he stared at your face as you read the messages.

Jenny

11:40am

J: “Been thinking about you lately Cho..”

C: “I haven’t. What do you want, Jenny? Is something wrong with Mani?”

J: “nah, just been missing you.. can I do that?”

C: “I’ve told you to only contact me if it’s about Mani. If it isn’t, I’m done talking to you.”

J: “Cho, please, I miss you, I miss your smile. Why can’t I ever see you again? Like we only see each other when you come to pick up mani or I drop him off.”

Seen

“I’m going to beat her ass.” You pushed his phone back into his hands, and made your way to the front door only for Choso to grab your wrist.

“What?”

“Who the fuck does she is calling you ‘Cho’ like that?”

“Well don’t go beating her ass, she’s with mani right now.”

“Well what else can I do, this the 7th fucking time she coming out with these messages.”

Choso looked around in thought until a smirk appeared on his face.

“I got an idea.”

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“F-fuck!” Choso had both of your arms wrapped behind your back as he slammed his hips into your ass. He held your phone in his hand as he recorded you moaning out his name.

“Come on baby, who’s dick making you like this?”

“Y-yours!” You squealed when he readjusted, pushing the cold phone into your lower back, and stopping his movements. He soon picked up the pace again and it felt more than amazing.

Choso leaned on your back, bringing he camera around to face your messy face. Your head was half hurried in the comforter and your hands were gripping the sheets.

“Come on baby, we want to see your face!” Choso grabbed your hair, and you smiled as you stared into the camera, eyes threatening to roll back into your head.

“Good girl, doing so good for me.” Choso dropped the camera onto the bed, and swiftly turned you over, dick still inside.

“Gotta see your pretty face for real.” He picked up the camera and recorded how your cunt sucked him in every time he pulled out and pushed in.

The sight was more than unholy, it was obscene, but it only turned you on to know that this will be on your phone for you to see, and this would be the video showing how you fuck her baby dad.

You smiled at the thought of her thinking about the video everytime she even opens his contact.

“What’s got you so smiley?” Choso I’m assuming ended the video and tossed your phone next to your head. He then leaned in closer, chest to chest, and kissed your wet lips.

“Just thinking.” You giggled. He smiled, and deepened his thrusts. He pulled back, and brought your legs up into his shoulders. He then pounded harder into you, still having a smile of love and passion on his face.

“O-ooh Cho! S-shit slow down!” You cried as he kissed your ankle. Your stomach filled with butterfly’s as you felt your high coming quick.

“I’m gonna cum, Cho, I’m gonna cum!” He laughed, and leaned down to kiss you.

“Cum for me.” Those words made you let out a cry of pleasure as you came. Choso continued to rut and kiss you through it, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

“F-fuck baby, where d’you wan’ it?” Choso noted, waiting for your response.

“Inside!” You moaned, and Choso bit your ankle to stop himself from making any loud noises. He let out whimpers, and you smiled feeling him relax.

Choso quickly grabbed your phone, and swiped to the camera and pressed record. He slowly pulled out, and his cum mixed with yours flowed out.

Choso chuckled at the masterpiece you and him made.

“Look at that shit,” Choso scooped some of it up and pushed it back inside. “Keep it all in baby, tryna get you pregnant.”

Those words made your stomach flutter from the mere thought of having his kid. Everything about this was so filthy yet so thrilling, and you couldn’t wait to get that positive pregnancy test.

Choso then tossed your phone down onto a pile of clothes on the floor, and kissed you.

“You’d like that huh?” He pinched your side and you let out a laugh. He knew you’d like that very much.

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You were sound asleep when Choso opened your phone and sent the video to himself. He then sent that video to Jenny, making sure she knows who he really wanted.

Not even 5 minutes later, Jenny sent a message that made Choso laugh a little to loud.

J: “You guys are so fucking disgusting, I hope you choke on your fucking ego. I don’t want to see your face ever again, you fucking cunt.”

What made that funny was he had to see her in not even 8 hours when he has to pick up his son from her house. This will be a fun exchange.

[mystra-midnight]

Holy Roar

summary: eddie watched your face—the way your mouth twisted and tears dripped from the corners of your eyes because of the over stimulation. he listened to your wild breaths and felt how your body begged for mercy while your soul screamed for more, more, more.

tags: 18+ only. unprotected sex; p in v. praise kink. pet names; good girl, sweet girl, baby. overstimulation. mentions of squirting if you squint. teeth-rotting fluff. eddie being a simp for his girl. soft!eddie but also hints of mean/dom!eddie.

w/c: 2.3k

a/n: eddie might not be religious but he's pretty sure heaven is between your thighs. requested by anon, thank you so much. <3 i needed a reason to be sappy and sweet today after all the drama going on. also, for the record. this was meant to be a drabble but evidently i have no self control.

Eddie Munson wasn't religious, but he did believe in heaven.

He'd swear up and down that he'd seen heaven, and no one had been able to convince him otherwise. The truth was, when he was buried in the tight warmth of your pussy with your arms wrapped around him, he could hear the sound of angels singing. It was a beautiful melody, a crescendo that rang in his ears and brought him to tears.

When he was with you, wrapped in the velvet embrace of your walls, his face hidden against the slope of your neck, the world would melt away. Nothing else mattered in those moments. He wasn’t alone, and he wasn’t a freak; he was just Eddie, and you were just you, and when he moved in you, the holy dark moved too.

And when you came, trembling and twitching beneath him, with pretty moans and whimpers pouring from your kiss-bitten lips, it was like he was born again. When he watched your features twist with rapture, he saw the world through brand new eyes—eyes that were filled with the vision of only you, an angel come to life beneath him, your holy light shining so brightly that he wasn’t sure you were real.

He often had to remind himself that you were.

Sometimes Eddie had to pinch himself just to convince himself that you weren't a beautiful, haunting illusion about to slip through his fingers. It was why he touched you with greedy hands at every opportunity. He touched you because he could, gripping the fat of your thighs, the curve of your hips, the pudge of your stomach, your tits, your cheeks, and your hands.

He was never cruel. Firm, yes; mocking, sometimes, but he could never hurt you. Eddie would hold you with strong hands that never stilled unless he was pounding into you, forcing unholy moans from your pretty mouth.

And unless he was kissing you, his tongue in your mouth, twirling and dancing with yours, he couldn’t stay silent. Eddie loved to whisper sweet nothings in between searing kisses. He would growl in your ear while carving his way to your guts. He would babble mindlessly as he chased his orgasm, fucking you through one, then a second, and then a third.

Some nights he was wild and untamed, whereas others he was kind and gentle.

No matter what, it was always a religious experience.

And tonight was no different.

Eddie had you on your back with your hands pinned above your head; he was holding both of your wrists in one of his larger hands. Your legs were around his waist, and the heels of your feet were pressing into his backside to draw him deeper as he rolled his hips and found that sweet spot that made you sing. Tears ebbed at your lash line, and he chased each one that fell with an eager tongue.

It was a cool evening in Hawkins, Indiana. Sometime past ten, a light rain had settled over the town. Eddie could hear the pitter-patter of droplets as they hit the roof of the caravan, the slide as they cascaded down the awnings, and the splatter as they hit the ground. The window was open, and a cool breeze was playing with the curtains, leaving his sweat-slicked skin goosepimpled.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he murmured. His voice was rough and heavy with lust. “Can’t believe you’re mine,” he continued, mumbling the words against the slope of your neck, where he scrapped his teeth over your racing pulse. You arched beneath him when he dragged a ringed hand down your body, cruising from your throat to your chest, where he paused to brush a thumb over your peddled nipple before tugging on it a little meanly.

He listened to the way your breath hitched and the needy moan that tumbled past your lips when he moved his hand lower to the apex of your thighs. Eddie Munson was a simple man who loved you in this state—cock-drunk and floating in the clouds.

He loved to watch you come undone for him. He loved the way your back would arch, the way your muscles would tighten and flex, how you pulled him in and pushed him away when the pleasure mounted, and the way you couldn’t seem to get enough air while riding each orgasm. He couldn’t get enough of you; he was addicted to you.

“Bet you’re sensitive, baby.” Eddie said, gliding his pointer and ring finger on either side of your clit, which was still buzzing from the last orgasm he’d pulled from the depths of your soul. He felt you twitch beneath him, heard the sharp intake of breath, and heard the muffled whine that escaped your pretty mouth. “But look at you—still s’fucking wet. You’ve soaked the sheets, girl. But you're gonna cum again, aren’t you? Good, I need to hear those pretty sounds.”

He posed it as a question, but he wasn’t asking. Eddie took advantage of your delirious state, licking a long, wet strip up the column of your throat and moaned deeply as he savoured the sweat-slicked taste of your skin. Eddie didn't care that you were sweaty, that you were dishevelled, or that you were making a mess of his sheets. He cared that you were here and that you were beneath him.

He watched your face as he rolled his hips, his cock piercing through your velvet walls and his balls slapping against your ass as he drove deeper. Your lips parted in a perfect 'o', and you squirmed, straining to close your legs only to find his slim waist holding them open as a familiar heat sparked to life between your hips.

“I can’t.”

He said the words with you, as he already knew that you would say them. Eddie Munson was a menace that ruled your life, and you were a marionette on a string, so sweet and eager to please him. He could play you like a fiddle. He knew what words built you up and which ones sent you tumbling down again. As though to prove this, he circled his fingers around your clit, slick with arousal, left, then right, then spread them again, trapping your clit between his fingers with just a hint of pressure.

You keened loudly, throwing your head back and exposing your throat—an invitation that he quickly accepted. Eddie smeared hot, wet kisses along your skin, listening to the whimpers and whines that spilt from your lips as he rubbed your nub, enjoying the way you tugged at your wrists and writhed beneath him. “S’too much, Eddie. Eddie, please, please.”

You sounded so pretty when you begged; your voice was breathless and ethereal as you begged for something you couldn't decide on. Mercy or more—you didn't know.

But he did.

"You can," he replied. Eddie buried his face against your neck, his hot breath balmy against your skin, as he nuzzled his nose below the curve of your jaw before sucking a dark mark into your skin. "Just one more, I promise, baby, then I'll let you rest." It was the devil's lie, one that came easily from his tongue.

Eddie Munson was an addict, and you were his drug of choice. In truth, he knew that he would be going to hell, so he was going to enjoy heaven while he could. He kissed you without warning. Hard, slowly, thoroughly, just because he could. It made you moan and made your toes curl.

“Need you to cum again—fuck—just one more, that’s all I want."

“Mhmm, okay,” you whimpered, high-pitched and breathless, as he moved his fingers in tight circles around your nub, switching direction once, then twice. And then he moved. Eddie sat back on his haunches, threw your legs over his shoulders, and pulled you closer so that he could drive deeper, until you felt him in your lungs.

Your obedience and willingness made him smile. Eddie licked your calf, his teeth scraping teasingly at your ankle. Your pussy clenched hotly around his aching length. "You're such a good girl, aren’t you? S’fucking pretty, s’fucking sweet. Fuck, I love you,” he rambled, lost in the moment. The taste of you swimming in his mouth and the sight of you flooding his eyes were too much for him to bear.

You were beautiful; an angel trapped it in a rhapsody of pleasure—all his. Eddie pulled out slowly, your velvet heat clutching at his cock. He watched with wide and wondrous eyes as your hole clenched and winked at him, but it was the combination of pre-cum and slick dripping from you—the way it slid down the crack of your ass and joined the mess you'd made of the sheets—that broke his resolve.

The groan that clawed up the back of his throat was something feral and all-consuming, calling to something buried inside of you. Your answering whine was desperate. Eddie grabbed your jaw, his thumb dragging over your lower lip, so that he could watch the blissed expression in your eyes as he filled you again, hard and to the brim. "Look at you, girl, so cum-drunk that you're leaking on my cock. My pretty, perfect girl."

Time began to slow down. Heat slithered like a snake through your veins, slow to start as it set your body aflame, and then faster, striking with venom and fangs until your eyes rolled so far back that Eddie was sure you'd see your own brain. You were in a trance, and it was no one but Eddie’s fault.

You couldn’t answer him, even if you had wanted to. Each time he fucked into you, his cock spearing through your walls and reaching the depths of your being, the air was forced from your lungs, leaving you breathless and floating higher in the sky. He left a trail of wet kisses along your ankle, lapping at each bite with an eager tongue while he found your mound with the opposite hand, thumb swiping left and right, then, round and round, your clit.

The piston of his hips didn’t slow when you pushed against his abdomen, nails scratching the surface of his skin as though you wanted to burrow beneath it and live there. Eddie watched your face—the way your mouth twisted and tears dripped from the corners of your eyes because of the over stimulation. He listened to your wild breaths and felt how your body begged for mercy while your soul screamed for more, more, more.

“Too much, Eddie,” you gasped, all breathless and sweet. Eddie smiled down at you, a beautiful lopsided grin that had the snake in your veins pulling tighter. It was so tight now that you thought you might die—that your bones would break and your heart would give. But the look in your eyes—that sly come-hither stare—told him you needed that release almost as much as you needed to breathe.

"You're going to be a good girl and cum for me, yeah? You're squeezing my dick so tight, baby, you're going to fucking break it.” Eddie chortled. Sweat beaded on his brow, dripped from his nose, and landed on your chest as he bent to brush his mouth against yours. Your legs fell from his shoulders, knees coming to rest in the crook's of his arms as he shadowed over you like a perfect machiavellian devil.

His lips smashed against yours in a kiss made entirely of tongue, teeth, and saliva. It was messy, sloppy, and desperate, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips when you finally parted. Eddie was lost, chasing his own release that was hurtling towards him like a semi with its brakes cut.

And then it happened, all at once and without warning.

One moment you grabbed at him, clawing at his back and pulling on his hair, and then you were breathless, your limbs locked and your head thrown back. It was like the sky split open and a bolt of lightning speared through you, connecting with that sweet spot Eddie was abusing, only to arch throughout your body. You came screaming his name, and it was the sound of heaven, and he rejoiced.

"You're so good to me, sweet girl," Eddie said. His lips left a trail of blistering kisses from your chin, down your jaw, and to your neck, where he hid his face against your sweat-slicked skin. His breath was wild and balmy as he panted against your skin. His muscles twisted and knotted as the force of his impending orgasm grew. "I'm going—fuck—I'm going to marry you. I'm going to put a ring on your finger and buy you a fucking house."

And he meant it. If there was one thing on God's green earth that Eddie Munson was completely and irrevocably certain about, it was you. He was going to make you his wife. He was going to give you his name. He was going to give you his kids.

He felt you grab him again, your nails reclaiming their position on his shoulders as the world started to fade into background ambience. A haze overcame his vision, glowing orange from the fire raging within him. And then the tension in his body broke, ricocheting through him with the force of a hurricane.

Eddie speared through your walls one last time before settling deep within you, so deep that you could feel him pressing against the back of your throat. His weight above you was like a weighted blanket that is smothering but comfortable. It kept you grounded while you ride the coattails of your orgasm. Eddie came with a guttural groan, his abdominal muscles flexing as he filled you with thick ropes of his seed.

Seconds slid into minutes before he withdrew and collapsed to the bed at your side. The sheets were a mess at the foot of the bed, and the sound of the rain was louder now. The room smelled like sweat, sex, and fresh rain. You were both quiet as you floated through the clouds, content to lay side-by-side and let the silence bloom. There was nothing either of you had to say—the moment was already perfect because, while Eddie Munson wasn't religious, he did believe in heaven.

And with you, he felt born again.

tags: @hideoutside

[xstarsmvxz]

mommy kink hobie brown,,,,,,,,,,

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 ➬ hobie brown x fem reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ➬ mommy kink duh, swearing, nipple play, unprotected! p in v, dom reader, sub hobie, idk what else.

The unholy sounds of skin clapping on skin and wet squelching can be heard echoing throughout the dark room as well as Hobie’s soft groans of pleasure. Your thighs are wrapped rightly around his waist as you bounce yourself up and down on him, your slick dripping down and creating a ring around the base of his cock as your moans blend together.

His hands instinctively reach up to grope your breasts, his fingertips just barely touching your nipples before you smack his hand away. He goes to reach up again, confused as to why you smacked him away until you grab his wrists, stopping your bouncing as you stare into his deep brown eyes.

“No.”

Your stern voice comes out as you let go of his wrists, placing your hands on his bare chest for leverage as you get started once again. Hobie looks up at you, brows furrowed before he lets out a barely audible whimper as you begin to drag your tight cunt up and down his length again.

His eyes screw shut for a moment as he grips the sheets, his cock overstimulated and pulsing inside of you as he wishes he was touching your body. His eyes slowly open only to see your own hands squeezing your breasts, your fingers rubbing over your sensitive nipples as you let out loud moans, throwing your head back.

Hobie let’s out a loud groan at the sight, feeling his dick twitch in side of you as he gets nearer and nearer to his release. “F-uck!” He continues to stare at your breasts as you play with them, pinching your own nipples between your fingers as you continue to ride him.

“Please- please let me touch you..” his desperate voice comes out as you look at his flushed face, his brows furrowed and teeth chewing in his lip piercing as he watches you. “Beg.” You continue to play with your boobs, taunting him as he continues to stare at them.

“Please! Please mommy..” He groans out, not used to this side of you. He likes- no, loves it though, loves the way you’re forcing him to beg to touch you, loves the way your own fingers pinch your nipples, loves the way your edging him with your warm, wet cunt.

“Please mommy what?” You ask, smirking as you wait for him to finish his sentence, watching his face scrunch up with pleasure as your pussy clenches around him.

“Please mommy, let me touch you! I wanna touch you..”

His desperate, hoarse voice melts your heart and eventually you give in, grabbing his hands and guiding them to your breasts as he begins to fondle with them, playing with your sore nipples, giving them gentle flicks as you moan. You clench around him, feeling that knot inside you begin to loosen.

“Hobie… cum with me.” You feel his dick pulse inside of you ask your bounces get faster, more needy and messy as you chase your orgasm. Breathy moans leave your throat as he rolls your bubbles between his finger tips, tipping you over the edge. “Hobes! Cumming c-cumming!!”

“Me too, mommy…. Me too” Hobie’s hoarse voice comes out as he lets out a guttural moan, filling you up with his warm, thick load. Your body convulses as your orgasm washes over you, legs shaking as you place your hands over Hobie’s, stopping his assault on your nipples.

The two of you soon come down from your highs, his cock still buried deep inside of your cunt as loud breaths and small whimpers fill the room before you collapse onto him, burying your tired, sweaty face in the crook of his neck. “Fuck Hobie…”

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[l0sercat]

NSFW alphabet with King Baldwin IV

Please note that this is not the historical figure but the movie version. Also MDNI for my sake and yours.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He's a god at aftercare. Literally will get you whatever you need or want. He puts his needs last. When you take care of him he is shy, but very thankful.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn't like his body that much due to his leprosy. He has to admit he was good looking before and during which he loved his hands, but now they're covered in sores. So maybe his eyes. He loves everything about you but more specially your hair. He loves his soft it is and he likes playing with it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves cumming inside you. He wants to get you pregnant so bad, he wants and heir to the throne when he eventually succumbs to his illness. Even if you can't get pregnant he still loves to cum inside you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He gets hard every time he sees you naked. Even if it's not in a sexual context. Taking a bath. Boner. Get dressed boner. Hell if you give him a kiss and shower him in praise he gets hard. He can't help it just loves you so much.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He is a total virgin. No experience. I mean he's a strict Christian so obviously no sex before marriage. He is super happy that your taking his first and he gets to experience these pleasures with you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He really likes doggy. You can't see his scarred body which is a plus. He also likes how he can hit every angle in this position. He wants to make sure you feel good.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious 100% He views this act as sacred and something that your taken care of. Making a joke would just ruin the atmosphere.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Does leprosy affect pubic hair? I personally believe that he would try to keep it tame down there. It's not perfect but he put in the effort and that's all that matters.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is sweet and a little clumsy but it's his first time so. Your pleasure is always number one. You'll have at least three orgasms before he has one.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He does not masturbate. He views it as an unholy act. The only way he will cum is by your "hands". Even thinking about masturbating grosses him out.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise. Oh my gosh does he love when you praise him. He feeds off of your praise. He performs better if you praise him. Especially when he cums and you praise him he will go wild.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bedroom. He'll only do it there because it's the safest. Why would he fuck you anywhere else?

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He really wants to get you pregnant, but at the same time he doesn't because he doesn't want his kid to have leprosy. So it's more so that he just really wants to be close to you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation. To him or you. If you say something degrading he will not stand for it and make you apologize immediately. And he could never degrade you because he thinks your near perfect. It would literally kill him to degrade you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He wants to give but is afraid he'll be bad at it and it probably might hurt his scarred skin. He doesn't mind receiving but is awkward the whole time. He doesn't know what to do with his hands.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He is slow until he is on the edge and picks up the pace a bit. His leprosy effects him a bit in this department. He can't go to fast or all his stamina will deplete.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

No, he prefers to take you properly. Also quickies just wouldn't be good because y'know he's king and all. He has not time to quickly fuck you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

No he is comfortable with what y'all have now and that's all he wants.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He has bad stamina because of leprosy, so he can't last long. But he makes sure you'll have many orgasms and feel overwhelmed with pleasure. He always prioritize your pleasure over his.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Toys weren't even invented back then lmfao

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't tease, much. He'll never deny your orgasm but he'll gently poke fun at the way your face is all red and teary eyed.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He isn't very loud but he doesn't hold back his voice. You'll hear everything that comes out of his mouth.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He likes when your on top and gently take you fingers through his hair and whisper praises. And maybe call his your king or majesty.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's about 5-6 1/2-inches long and kinda thick. It has a little scaring due to his leprosy but it looks normal. It is not cut but he does clean it well.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It's not high but not low. He wants to do it more frequently than he does but his body can't handle it. He feels repulsed by himself but seeing you moaning his name makes him feel better.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After your both cleaned up and taken care of he falls asleep pretty quickly. Your in his arms sleeping and then he falls asleep.

[2kiran]

Hiii! I dont know if your taking any request but feel free to ignore this. M!reader who is taller than ghost and wants to breed him all the time

a m a n o f a c t i o n s

simon riley who revels in the size difference.

he was tall. simon riley towers over most people, being the man that he is.

but then there’s you. the very person simon riley would get down on his knees for.

he’d never admit how much he enjoys looking up at you.

it’s not like simon riley would verbally tell you that.

simon riley is a man of actions. he’d rather display his affection for you without words.

that trait of his isn’t hard to notice, especially in bed.

it’d start with a simple pat on your shoulder. not too clingy, not too ignorant. then, there’ll be lingering touches. be it his hand on the small of your back, your waist, and if no one’s around, your thigh.

sure, it may seem simple. but it’s his eyes. simon riley begs for your attention with his pretty eyes.

staring at you in mesmerization almost predatorily when he thinks you don’t notice his heavy gaze on you.

simon riley’s gloved hand is on your shoulder as you explain your ideas to him. a deep hum of his occasionally slipping out. grip maybe a little tight as he tilts his head upwards, brain attempting not to think unholy thoughts.

and oh, the moment he finds out about your breeding kink, his system shuts.

simon riley is a man of actions. you want something from him? just tell him. he won’t hesitate to give you what you desire.

that includes allowing you to have your way with him. give simon riley the word, and he’s already bending over and hole ready to take in your cock.

he loves the way you manhandle him. he’s a goner when you adjust his position to your liking. even his stance, despite him not needing it. you only needed a discreet excuse to touch him.

he’s weak in the knees. the simon “ghost” riley is weak in the knees for you. quite literally, while he holds himself as you pound him to next week. shaky voice begging you to —

╰ “mm..ng, wait!” he squeaks out, whiny moans interrupting his words. he’s so tired already. you already fucked him this morning, the cum you left in his hole dripping down to your still hard cock. simon riley is tired, but he’s still crying for more and more.

simon riley isn’t the type of man to have a thing for breeding or size difference. but fuck, you’re making him question himself.

masterlist

[hiddenhargrove]

Stretches

Billy seeing you in your cheerleading uniform makes him just want to drag you into the locker rooms and eat you alive

Warnings!! BasketballStar!Billy , FemCheerleader!Reader , pussy eating , pussy drunk Billy , kinda sorta sub Billy , Billy Praising you , sweet Billy , Gentle Billy

You could feel Billy’s pervy eyes on you as you stretched. The way he could bend you in all sorts of different positions…his cock got nice and hard just from his vivid imagination. And you could see it in those small basketball shorts of his as you glanced over at the other. Billy walked over once his other teammates left, and so did your other cheerleader friends. “Hi sweetheart”

You smiled slightly up at him “Hi Billy” you said while in a split. Billy was strong enough to hold you in any position possible with your flexible body…you aren’t opposed to it either. Both just horny teenagers, thirsting over eachother secretly. Well it was a secret until Billy spoke again “you know…I could help you stretch…in private, I’m a great tutor” Billy said and tilted his head slightly, his pretty blonde curls moving with his head. “I don’t think your a cheerleading coach Billy” you said with a soft chuckle.

“No? But I could be…I know all the good stretches” He said with that shit-eating smirk of his…he always did it when he was flirting…and god was he good at it. You stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the locker rooms, sitting on one of the benches as Billy got on his knees in front of you. He looked up at you with those pretty eyes, so round and gentle. He moved in between your plush thighs, holding onto them softly with his large hands, leaning in and pressing kisses on the inner portions of them. You could feel your core tingling.

Billy made you extremely horny, boaring the more unholy thoughts from your brain just with a glance. And now he was in between your legs in a locker room after cheer and basketball practice. Billy had always thought you were cute, he liked a girl who wasn’t overly confident…cute, sweet, smart, seemed innocent but knew you had some of the most unholy thoughts that would make even Billy blush even just thinking about it.

Billy slowly slipped your panties from you, the white cotton now a slight grey color from getting wet with your slick, he let them hang off of one ankle as he pushed your knees up to your chest, you spread your legs so your flexible legs sat on either side of you, just so you could see Billy’s pretty face in between your thighs. “Such a pretty little pussy you have” he said possessively as he leaned in and slowly let his tongue lap over your aching clit. You let out a drawn out moan, wanting to reach down and bury your fingers in his blonde curls.

“God I want to bend you in all sorts of positions” Billy yapped as he leaned back in and swirled his tongue expertly on your clit, bringing out the moans from the deepest parts of your hot chest. It only took minutes of Billy’s sweet tongue to push you closer and closer to your orgasm. You were a moaning mess, gripping onto his blonde hair and pushing his pretty face into your pussy. Billy moaned and his eyebrows furrowed as he ate you out, his big round eyes looking up at you like he had just met the love of his life.

“B-Billy I’m gonna c-cum” you managed to say throughout your moans, Billy hummed in response, it vibrating your sensitive clit. You moaned out loudly as your orgasm took over your body. Your pretty little body trembled all over, fireworks exploded in your abdomen, grip on Billy’s hair tightened and pushed him deeper in between your legs. You finally relaxed after your orgasm ended. Billy pulled away slowly, licking his lips and wiping his chin off before he helped you up. He was on his knees in front of your standing body, gently pulling your white cotton panties back up your legs “let me show you a good time, let me show you some more stretches…my place, 8 pm?” He asked as he leaned in and pressed soft kisses on your thighs. You smiled and nodded “yeah…8pm, your place” you agreed and ran your fingers through his hair again…

[umnitsa]

Dark Room

Summary: There's a dark room somewhere in the QZ, where people desperate for some human contact meet each other for some anonymous sex. The Miller Brothers decide to enjoy it, to your pleasure.

A/N: This is just porn. Absolute, shameless porn, I hope you enjoy it. Well, I enjoyed writing this so much I'll probably write more parts. <3 Banner from @cafekitsune

Written with unholy eagerness and no proofreading!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader x Tommy Miller

CW: Sex, piv, anal fingering, no condoms (this is a loving fantasy and I didn't want to write them, but hey, please do not do that!)

“I can’t believe I’m letting ya drag me into this.” Joel muttered under his breath, his hands on his pockets.

“It’s a good way to blow up steam, and I know you feel weird about paying for sex.” Tommy shrugged, bumping his shoulder against Joel. “It’s a dark room. People go in and fuck in the dark, that’s it. I prefer that to glory holes, it’s less awkward.”

“I can’t believe ya…”

“Don’t be a prude.” Tommy interrupted, chuckling. “We’re healthy men in the fucking apocalypse. There are girls inside there, and they want sex as much as I do, why shouldn’t I take advantage of the situation? Give them what they want, and have my fill?”

Joel shook his head, chuckling low. Tommy was right, it wasn’t a bad idea. No fuss, no mess, no names. Just an encounter in the dark, and some relief between adults. Joel found himself hoping to at least get a good blowjob from this.

Tommy guided him through the dark streets, and into a building.

The hidden speakeasy had low lights, a soft music coming from a corridor, blocked by a dark fabric. Tommy greeted the bartender, exchanged a few words.

“It’s in there.” Tommy pointed at the fabric. “My friend told me it’s slow today, but there should be someone inside.”

Joel nodded, awkwardly. Tommy placed a glass of some indistinctive alcohol, and Joel downed it quickly. He wanted this to be over.

“What if I don’t want it?” Joel asked, shifting on his feet.

“Just step away and leave the room.” Tommy said, matter of fact, placing a second glass in front of Joel. “Wait me here.”

“Ya so sure ya’ll get some.” Joel chuckled, drinking the second shot, shaking his head.

“I’m just not afraid of admittin’ I’m horny, desperate and I just can’t stand my dear hand anymore.” Tommy shrugged, drinking from his glass. “C’mon.”

The sudden shift of luminosity blinded Joel for a second, making him blink and grab Tommy’s arm. As he adjusted to the darkness, he realized the room wasn’t that big, long benches against two walls. The music was a bit louder inside the room, just enough to discourage conversation. The slick sounds of a blowjob came from somewhere to the left of Tommy, making Joel suddenly interested in the proceedings. Tommy moved straight to the shadow standing alone in the corner, Joel in tow.

You smiled, as they entered; the flash of light as their entered giving you a glimpse of their faces. Your friend caught the first person that came in, with your blessings. You didn’t feel anything when he came in, but now, those two? You want them.

You felt a hand on your hip, and the first one leaned, until his lips were over your ear.

“I’m Tommy, this is Joel.” His voice was soft, gentle. You shivered, as he brushed his lips against your ear. “Just so you know what to scream.” Tommy’s hand slid down your arm, holding your hand gently. He placed your hand on his chest, the flannel soft under your fingertips. He dragged your hand down, until your fingers hooked on his pants.

Joel shifted, awkwardly; you extended your hand in the dark, landing your palm on a large, bulky chest. You moved your fingers, sneaking them between the buttons, just to find an undershirt.

You grabbed their shirts, tugging on them until the men were side by side, twin shadows standing over you. Kneeling, you nuzzled Tommy’s legs, as he opened his pants, fast. Your mouth descended on him, one hand on his thigh.

Tommy’s fingers combed your hair, gently, until he cupped the back of your head. He stayed still, scratching your scalp as you started to suck. You were able to hear his moan under the music, as your tongue slid around the head.

“So good.” Tommy shuddered, grabbing Joel’s shoulder, his knees suddenly weak from your suckling.

Your hand slid over Joel’s thigh in the darkness; he tensed, as you rubbed higher, along his cock, feeling it harden fast under your hand.

The music was loud, but not too loud; the slurping sounds of your eager mouth were audible, if they focused enough. Your free hand insistently rubbed Joel through his pants, your fingertips tracing the head resting on his hip. You grabbed him tightly and moaned, which made Tommy grab your hair and thrust slightly forward.

“Jesus, woman.” Joel muttered under his breath, opening his pants quickly. He wrapped your fingers around his thick cock, squeezing over your hand with his massive one. “Goddamn.”

Tommy chuckled, and pulled from your mouth. He leaned and patted your cheek ever so gently, holding one of your wrists with one hand.

“Go on, babe, give my brother here a little sugar.” He wrapped your fingers around his cock and thrusted gently, your saliva serving as lube.

Joel bucked into your mouth the moment he felt your tongue against his cock.

“Fuck.” Joel exhaled as you moved your lips and tongue around the head, suckling. His big hand cradled your face, his fingertips caressing under your jaw.

You moaned, his hips jolted forward.

Tommy released your hand and crouched beside you.

“Ass up, babe. I wanna taste you. Keep your mouth on him.” His soft voice echoed close to your ear. You whimpered softly, unfolding your legs and trying to stand up. Tommy tugged on your skirt, making a happy sound when he realized you were not wearing panties.

Joel’s hands moved, keeping you steady as you stood up, your lips around his cock. You grabbed his hips; he leaned, cupping one of your breasts, as he cupped the back of your head.

Tommy pushed his face against your pussy, from behind. He grunted softly as he felt your wetness against his face, nuzzling until his lips brushed against your clit.

He mumbled softly, his lips brushing against your folds; you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter, gushing against Tommy’s lips. Joel tugged on your hair, turning your face up. Joel kissed you, intensely, slowly, his hands sliding against you, bringing your hands to hold his cock, while Tommy pressed his face into you, suckling on your clit eagerly.

Tommy’s thick fingers slid into you, making you moan against Joel’s mouth. The fingers, wet, moved to rub circles over your asshole. His fingers pushed into your ass, you could feel Tommy spitting into your hole, two fingers gently splitting you open. You whined, Tommy’s thumb sliding over your clit.

Joel moved to speak into your ear, his soft beard scratching against your cheek. You whimpered softly against his cheek, close to his left ear.

“Tell me, what is he doin’?” Joel asked, nibbling on your ear, both your hands on Joel’s cock.

“His fingers…” You whined, tightening your fingers around Joel’s cock. “He’s fingerfucking my ass.”

“…and you’re enjoyin’ yourself. Dirty little thing.” Joel kissed your cheek, then slid his lips over yours. “Do ya wanna take us both at the same time?”

You whined, Joel’s low voice vibrating through you. Tommy sensed your spasming and suckled on your clit, pulling your orgasm from you, making your whole body shake.

“Shhh, babe.” Tommy muttered against your cunt, feeling your strength melt from your body, your legs weakening, fast. “Look at that.” Tommy pushed his tongue against your pussy, moaning as your muscles spasmed, in the last waves of your orgasm. “She’s gonna need to sit, Joel.”

Joel chuckles, low, hugging your body against his, giving you support as Tommy stands up. For a moment, the three of you stand still considering the next step. You heard Joel’s breathing deeply, his arms around you.

You guided them both to the bench, unwilling to let go just yet. Tommy grunted, as he bumped his knee. You giggled, placing his hand on your hip, so he could feel you bending forward, one knee on the bench. You pushed Joel to sit in front of you, balancing yourself on your forearms, crawling over him, until you felt his cock, warm and moist, against your cheek.

With one swift movement, you sucked him into your mouth, as far as you can, pushing your hips high, against Tommy’s hands. He quickly understood your silent begging, the head of his cock notching into your hole. He pushed in slowly, grabbing your hips, squeezing your flesh, a string of curses coming from his lips. You whimpered, pushing back, as he picked up speed. His fingertips teased your asshole.

“Wish I had some lube, so I could fuck your slutty ass.” Tommy whispered in your ear, making you squeeze him. “Fuck, you’re dirty, babe. I wanna come down your throat.”

You nod, pulling Joel from your mouth and kissing him gently before standing. Joel’s hands caressed your body as you turned your back to him, pushing Tommy to sit.

You felt Joel’s fingers sliding between your folds, slowly, exploring. You felt like he was mapping you with his fingers, and it made you shiver, eyes rolling back. Tommy held your head and thrusted forward, his cock almost too much; it felt as if he was teasing your gag reflex. It felt surprisingly good, you could only whine. Tommy’s cock spasmed between your lips, his hips thrusting unevenly. He was close.

Joel rubbed lazy circles over your clit; your legs were so tense you trembled under his touch. Tommy tugged on your hair, trying to signal he was going to come, giving you space if you wanted to pull back. You were so lost in lust you just wanted to drink him; so you sucked. He spilled into your mouth, with a shuddering moan that vibrated through his body.

“Fuck.” Tommy muttered, breathless, sitting in front of you. He adjusted himself into his pants, quickly, then touched your hands, caressing up your arms, until his hands were back on your hair. He leaned, so you could hear him. “Good girl… So good to me.”

You nuzzled him, moaning softly, until you felt Joel’s arm wrapping around your waist, propping you up. You felt his cock lining up, then pushing steadily into you. Tommy licked your neck, his fingers on your nipples.

“Not gonna last, honey… ‘m sorry.” Joel growled, deep hard thrusts slamming his hips against your ass. He thrusted just right, hammering that spot that made you explode. You felt an exquisite agony, and then fire shot through your body, splashing against his thighs, drenching his jeans. “Jesus, woman…” Joel repeated himself, in awe, then pushed himself from you, his cock pulsing, come falling on the floor between his feet.

You crashed into Tommy, your legs weak. He chuckled, adjusting your skirt, then hugged you tight against his chest. You closed your eyes, sighing.

“Thank you, babe.” Tommy said, against your forehead, caressing your body. His big, large hands rubbed and squeezed, heavy and soothing. “Haven’t felt this good in a while.”

“We should keep her.” Joel said, just loudly enough to be heard, after he sat beside Tommy, his hands caressing your ankles.

“See? He likes you and he doesn’t like anybody.” Tommy chuckled in your ear, as Joel’s hands rubbed and squeezed your legs, massaging you.

“I don’t know.” Reality came crashing over you. Just strangers in a dark room, who shared a moment of anonymous pleasure. Even if they introduced themselves.

“Imagine what we can do with some more time, some privacy and more comfort.” Tommy tempted you, his voice sweet. He kissed your lips, holding your chin, a lazy, sensual, slow kiss.

“I will.” You started to stand up, trying to distance yourself from the attraction you already felt for them both; good orgasms tended to do that to people, and you just had a couple of great ones. Of course you wanted more. You wanted to see them, and hear them clearly. But you couldn’t deal with the complications. You just wanted the relief.

Joel seemed to be accustomed to the dark; he stood up with you, his hands moving up your body, until he wrapped his arm around your waist. He kissed you too, deeply, his dominance making you whimper.

“Can we meet here again?” Joel asked directly, his grave voice making you tremble. “I would come back for you. We would.”

“Same day next week.” You said into his ear, unsure if you are even going to come back. Something deep inside you wanted the chance to find them again, though, and you just couldn’t help yourself.

“Lookin’ forward to it.” Joel kissed your neck and released you. You could see your friend was still busy, so you just ran out of the room, towards the bathroom, to wait for her.

Part of you hoped they were too disoriented with afterglow to see you through the flash of light as you pulled the fabric, deep down, you wanted them to find you somehow.

You decided it would be worse if you waited in the bathroom, you could find a dark corner. Your paranoia was spoiling your afterglow and you really deserved some pleasure in this fucked up life.

You cleaned yourself quickly, going back to the bar. You were lucky to get the perfect table. Your curiosity kept your eyes at the entrance of the dark room, in hopes they hadn’t already left. You couldn’t deny your curiosity.

It didn’t take long for them to emerge together. Joel was the bearded one, older, rugged. He had an impressive profile and a perpetual scowl, that made his lips look pouty. His hair, salt and pepper, sticked everywhere. Tommy was younger, his hair darker, slicked back. He looked like an angel, brown, expressive eyes and thick lips. They really looked like brothers.

Both gorgeous.

You felt an irresistible pull towards them, consequences be damned.

They moved slowly, wide steps, relaxed only in the way someone well fucked can look.

You knew right there you would come back for them.

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Stalker!Ani’s Love Playlist

Ghost’s list is at the end❤️

Songs that remind him of you and your beautiful love story 🖤

Tame [non-metal girly starter kit]

A Little Piece of Heaven - when you have abandonment issues so you kill ur love and keep her in a freezer (but it’s catchy/upbeat & cute)

Unholy Confessions - sin is okay as long as it’s for love

Dig Up Her Bones - I miss you so I need your bones

Lonely Day - you think you’re dying without me? Ha!

Love Bites - pretends to chomp your neck when this plays

Girl I Know - not a love song, but it’s about lovin’ to fuck

Vampire Girl

Hand of Blood - I killed someone pls don’t leave me

Dead As Fuck - sometimes I’m horny so I dig up your body

Die, Die My Darling - sometimes he’s annoyed but he doesn’t mean it

[For the girls who can stand to listen to harsh vocals]

Love Me To Death

How Can I Love With These Hands? - these hands kill people oops

Pain Remains: one two three

Walk With Me In Hell

Sing To The Grave - dead? Not for long!

👀 Sex Playlist

Fuck Like You’re in Hell

Evil Thing

She Rides

Tear You Apart

Even When I’m Not With You

Closer

Discipline

ADIDAS

Killpop

A Girl Like You

Freak On A Leash

Ruptured Heart Theory - wants it on the playlist but it has harsh vocals so he begrudgingly took it out

🎵Power Ballads

Love Me Forever

Love Zone

The Deeper The Love - plays this and My Heart I Surrender on guitar for you

LOVE Machine and Fuck Like A Beast - def air humps you if given the opportunity

Gore [Ghost’s Love Songs]

Listen at your own risk, trigger warning for all. If you can’t understand the vocals, read the lyrics!

In Love

Sputter Supper

Games Of Humiliation

Fucked With A Knife

Slave To The Casket

Dead Body Love

Die My Bride

Romantic Tales

Entrails Of You

Together As One

Zombie Love

Slowly We Rot

Sometimes Dead Is Better

Sometimes Dead Is Better (two diff songs I swear)

Errant Harlot: A Deathgrinding Love Tragedy

Nailed Through Her Cunts

Breeding Death

Eaten

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[white-sinner]

Seven brothers and their boyfriends

fifth born Asmodeus and male vampire reader

Smut

💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜 oh my devildom you two would be one of the most envied couples, and how can you deny it? Asmodeus and our dear M/N if with satan it could be said that it was like a fairy tale here it can be said that it is a mixture of porn and sweetness

 when you two met for the first time you realized he was a bit narcissistic but, on the contrary, he was struck by your vampire traits especially by your very sharp teeth and your very brilliant E/C

when you arrived at HOL he didn't invite you, he DRAG you into his room to make you make videos with him, skin care try on clothes now even his live chat asks for you to be present and under his posts his fans they write that they love how your two styles are so different but come together to form a perfect pair

Asmo never misses a chance to flirt with you and of course being the avatar of lust he is sure you will be his and even if you had suitors they would back down knowing they have no chance against Asmo

The brothers are gone now they can't stand hearing Asmo talk 24/7 about how you two would make a perfect match

finally when you two got together EVERYONE breathed a sigh of relief

as for appointments .. we are talking about Asmodeus what can you expect: shopping dates, parties, make overs .. baths with candles, long evenings of sex, flirting, he who sends you photos while you are in class as Simeon would say UNHOLY

Asmo loves how his demon form style matches perfectly with your vampire style

when you two fight? no one can be in the same room while you argue usually you apologize if it's minor even when he's flirting with other demons being that anyway you understand that it's his sin anyway and he can't control it but when things are more serious and you don't apologize Asmo gets worried and comes apologizing crying

during your first month anniversary you brought him some vampire clothes as a gift that he absolutely adores now it was one of his favorite items of clothing

the matching clothes you give him

SMUT

you were looking for bags of blood to buy from akuzon even though you were similar to demons you were not the same

“M/N what are you doing?”

“not now Asmo I'm looking for some blood bags to buy "

“Tck How many times do I have to tell you that you don't need that crappy low quality stuff when you can drink my sweetest blood!”

said that he took the phone from your hands

"HEY!"

“no come on you can drink mine you know I like it don't you want to make your beautiful boyfriend happy?”

"ok where do you want me to bite you?"

"here"

said Asmo pointing at the corner of the neck

"you know that point is very sensitive right?"

"..."

he didn't say anything I just look at you smiling and with shining eyes

after you reached for his neck biting his neck he moaned and when you were done he held your arm with desperate eyes saying he wanted more

your cock was going in and out of him as you kept biting him all over Asmo loved it it was one of his dirty fantasies, after a while you started to go faster making him see Belphie's dream stars and he start moaning and whine louder not giving a damn about the others who were in the other rooms after your eleventh orgasm you washed him gently and placed him on the bed and you two fell asleep

needless to say the other brothers were dead tired in the morning even belphie hadn't been able to sleep

[glitchtricks94]

Here is your food, eat up

Tengen begging for your touch as he blindly grinds against your thigh, his face buried in your shoulder, he can’t release without your touch and he’s begging, the mighty sound pillar, god of festivals begging for you to do something about his painful need

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YOU HAVE JUST SPARKED AN UNHOLY THIRST IDEA OH MY GOD I COULD KISS YOU!!! MWUAH MWUAH MWUAH!!!!!💜💜💜💜 NSFW ahead~

"My love, please-" Tengen breathed as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to where your back and his chest were flush against each other. You could feel his cock throbbing against your ass, begging to be touched. "Please, please, please-" He chanted, starting to rut against you. You looked over your shoulder from the bookshelf you had previously been inspecting to look at him, a glare etching its way onto your features. Already he was trying to get off, grinding against you like a bitch in heat. You shimmied out of his embrace with a scoff. "No, I'm still busy. You're a good boy, aren't you?" You asked, Tengen letting out a whimper at your cold words. "You have permission to fix that by yourself." "But-" "No buts." You huffed, stalking off to your shared bedroom. Tengen was trailing right after you, giving you puppy eyes; he could only get relief from you, after all. Even Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru struggled to dominate him enough to get him to break, but you managed to do it so effortlessly. The others weren't even home, they were on a mission at the moment, he could only turn to you. He peered into the bedroom, seeing you curled up and rereading an old favorite of yours, your eyes sliding over the pages as a serene expression took over your features. You looked so beautiful, if only you'd help him. Tengen stepped into the room, shedding his top layers and undoing his usual ponytail before sliding under the covers and snuggling close against you. Annoyance bubbled in your chest as you absent mindedly ground his hips against you. Such a bratty man! Can't he leave you be, you were tired and simply wanted to read! An idea formed in your head for a decent punishment and you would still get to indulge in your novel. Slipping your leg between his, you made sure to shove your thigh against the bulge in Tengen's pants, making him let out a shocked gasp, which faded into a soft moan as he began to grind himself on the back of your thigh, you pretending you didn't here the series of whimpers and quiet moans in your ear as he dug his face into your shoulder. "My sweet, please..." Tengen groaned softly, pressing himself further against you, desperate tears rimming those pretty magenta eyes of his. "Please t-touch me, please, I-I'm pleading, please-" "I'm already touching you, brat. Actually, correction, you're the one touching me." You replied, flipping to the next page of your book, ignoring Tengen's whine. "B-but it's not enough, my beloved, please more, l-let me have more, I need it..." "Fine, but, since you can't seem to control yourself..." You growled, looking at him over your shoulder, eyes sharp and cruel. "You'll simply have to keep using just my thigh until you cum in your pants." "W-what?! But I-" "That's your punishment for being a brat. Now hurry up and cum for me if you want me to actually start touching you the way you want." "Y-yes, master..." Tengen whined, submitting to your will perfectly, a symphony of moans and whines filled the room, the pressure on your thigh increasing as your lover tried to chase his high as you instructed. You had to say, you were more than pleased by this outcome as he began begging as he grew close before you felt a nice wet patch on your skin. "P-please, more, m-more, only you c-can make me cum the way I-I need to, p-please make me cum, please-"