#the flesh doesnt take a day off

[liuisi]

feel like theres a balance to strike between "people putting guidelines to being a christian (you need to read your Bible everyday, you need to need to never miss church, you should never be anxious... etc.) and saying that not doing them is sinning is wrong" and "you DO need to grow in your faith and be consistent"

[angelpuns]

urgh I'm nearly finished sketching chapter 13, it's taking forever cause raghh this part is difficult to draw and work has me tuckered out emotionally and physically. hopefully I'll be able to start lining either tomorrow night or Thursdayyyy

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[gakukitty]

— ONE, TWO, THREE, SMIILE ! x sakamoto days

summary . where ur boyfriend keeps his naughty pics of you !!!

wc . 1.2k

cw . SMUT / SUGGESTIVE MDNI , the characters arreeaeee… shin asakura , kei uzuki , nagumo yoichi , heisuke mashimo , shishiba , gaku , natsuki seba

masterlist ౨ৎ

note: i’m writing this rlly late at night so sorry for any mistakes / confusing stuff ; w ; i’ll get around to editing it ine daaayyyg

shin asakura

in a locket on his necklace . shin is veeery cautious about where he keeps his picture ! you’re the love of his life; and there is absolutely no way that he will ever let anyone see you like that.

ooh, now that he thinks about it— you look sooo good in this photo. lips all glossy as they’re wrapped around his cock, your pretty nails sparkling from the flash of the camera as you stroke the rest of his length that your warm mouth can’t take. and man, does he love the look in your eyes. yup, shin will keep this with him until the day he dies.

shin doesnt really look at the picture that often. he already feels bad enough having it in the first place— even if it’s rather small and tucked away in a pretty little locket attached to another necklace draped on his neck. but one night, when he’s feeling particularly hot and bothered and you’re not there— he really can’t help but sneak a look at the cute picture, his head tilting back as he palms himself through his pants.

kei uzuki

in his wallet . kei isn’t exactly secretive about this picture— he thinks you look absolutely gorgeous, and definitely deserve to be shown off a little. but not too much.

after all, he wouldn’t want just anyone to see a pretty lady— his pretty lady— sat on his lap and taking his thick cock like a freakin’ champ! he was so proud of you that night, his free hand gently caressing your neck, a smile curved on his lips.

that very same smile always appears when he opens his wallet. ah, how he loves the sight of you.

nagumo yoichi

in his phonecase . nagumo loves you so much; so of course he’s gonna have his all time favorite picture of you slipped into his phonecase. his very clear phomecase.

come ooon, don’t look at him like that— he knows that you love being shown off a little! especially when you were grinding all up on him and moaning sweetly when he was on the phone that night. as soon as that call ended, he was soo quick to flip you over. and in a matter of minutes, he was thrusting in and out, in and out, whining and groaning into your ear as his hand clutches at your waist. he took many photos (of course), but the prettiest one in his opinion was definitely the one of your back arching, ass pressed against his pelvis as his warm palm squeezes at the flesh of your hip. if only pictures could capture sounds, as well.

nagumo likes to look at this picture a lot. sways flipping his phone so he can smile dreamily at the sight, admiring the sweat glistening on your back and he suddenly has an idea; he thinks it’s about time he takes another photo. this time, your face will be visible! it’s safe to say you didn’t do much sleeping that night.

heisuke mashimo

an acrylic keychain . this one’s a little out there and rather random , but i think that it fits heisuke perfectly !

he just loooves that photo. you’re perched on your knees, plush lips pursed as you press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. it felt so good, and the memory is definitely a welcome one whenever he sees his cute keychain dangle on his rifle bag. thing. (?)

heisuke was adamant about making this keychain all on his own. even the thought of letting someone else see that picture made his cheeks flush and his heartbeat quicken. so, he did it himself. it was a little hard, because firstly— heisuke’s not the best at DIY. and secondly, he was just a little distracted by how cute you looked !

in the end, though, he managed. and it doesn’t even look too bad! maybe you’ll need to rearward him :3

shishiba

photo album . i honestly can’t see shishiba bringing such a precious picture anywhere that could risk someone seeing it or blood splattering on it— tainting the sweet image of you taking his cock.

so, instead, he keeps all of his prizes neat in a photo album. he has two; a digital one, and a book which he keeps in your shared bedroom. his digital album is nice, sure.. but in all honesty, he fucking loves running his fingers over the pictures in his photobook.

when he’s off at work, he’ll settle for staring longingly and swiping through the pictures of his digital album. oh, you looked so good that night.. squirming and whining against his tongue. he sighs softly, swiping again.

and when shishiba is back at home, he’s flipping through the pages of the physical copy. he thinks that he’d like to cum over this picture of you— or rather, your pretty pussy. he glances over to the clock. when will you get home?

gaku

his lockscreen . gaku didn’t really put much thought into it. one night, after fucking you thoroughly into the sheets to the point you had fallen asleep, drooling against his arm, he found himself scrolling through the photos he took during all that. he hums, silently admiring the angles. he almost feels like a professional photographer or something. he chuckles quietly at the thought.

but when he lands on one specific picture— his thumb pauses. this is definitely his favorite. you had just came, and the expression on your face was so cute he just couldn’t resist snapping an extra picture. so, with a similar feeling of impulse, he sets it as his lockscreen.

he just smirks when he hears you squeal in the morning. he tilts his head, looking over to you as you clutch his phone. cute, he thinks.

gaku really doesn’t care what other people think of his new lockscreen, though. the stares are irrelevant, the small sounds of surprise are almost getting irritating. he’s just happy to be greeted by your cute face each time he turns his phone on.

natsuki seba

on his toolbox . natsuki really loves his pictures of you. he replaces them almost every week or two, but the one that has stayed the longest (two weeks and a half so far), is quite gorgeous.

your glistening cunt is on display, a mixture of his spit, his cum and your cum leaks out so nicely. he was absolutely entranced, a finger reaching to spread your folds. like smiling for the camera.. but in a different way. this picture is definitely worth it’s place on his toolbox.

natsuki likes to have two pictures. one of your sex life, and one of your beautiful face during a date. as much as he loves his girl when she’s all fucked out; he also loves the smile on your face when the two of you go out.

he tapes the two pictures on either side of his toolbox with sparkly washi tape— that you left with him on accident one evening. he’ll give it back one day, he promises! every time he reaches for something, he’s greeted by whichever sight he’s in the mood for and he loooves it !

© gakukitty please don’t copy my work , repost it and claim as your own , translate , or do anything stupid with it ! try and improve on ur own skills first ♡

[rodolfoparras]

Yeah but thinking about a man pissing you off, acting like a brat all day and instead of apologizing he just lays on your shared bed, pulls up his pants enough for his fat ass to spill out, spread his cheeks to show off his hole that’s pulsating for you, doesnt say a word and waits for you to approach him, and if you’re reluctant to do so he’ll let you stand there and watch him work two spit slicked fingers inside of him, grunts and groans escaping his lips, eyes fluttering shut as he fucks himself onto his own fingers, acting as if you aren’t even standing there with a boner

and of course there’s only so much a man can take before you’re crawling over to the bastard, all while he’s trying to suppress the smile on his face, and you can’t find it in yourself to be mad anymore as you slot yourself between his legs, fingers digging into plush thighs, tip of your nose brushing over the coarse dark hairs that lays dusted on his ass, before licking a stripe along the hot wet flesh, hearing a string of curse words attempt to tumble past his lips before he quickly silences them

“Apologize ” you say hot breath washing over his skin, seeing the goosebump raise across his body as the smell of his musk and sweat hits your nosestrils

“Fuck no,” he says through gritted teeth, eyes barley able to stay open as you slide the tip of your tongue inside of him, tentatively licking at the tight ring of muscles.

You just hum in response, too tired and too horny to keep this argument going as you start thrusting your tongue inside his hole, licking, sucking, eating him out, as if your face was buried in a sopping wet cunt.

“Mpf Fuck Fuck Fuck! Yes yes yes just- ah just like that”There’s sobs escaping his lips, body quaking onto the sheets, ankles locking in place to keep you moving away from him.

You continue working your tongue inside , hands spreading his cheeks as wide as those stupid jeans will allow, eagerly lapping at his puffy rim and setting a steady pace with your tongue.

“Mm wait, , stop, it’s stop too much, toooo much,” he suddenly slurs out, hands attempting to crawl away from you even though he’s practically fucking himself back onto your mouth.

Despite his words you see the way he’s looking at you with mouth agape, eyes half lidded, cock surely weeping on his abdomen. So you only tighten you grip on him, as you continue to lick relentlessly.

And it’s not long before he’s tipping over the edge, his hand sloppily fisting his dick while your tongue’s still buried inside of him.

He doesn’t say a word as he cleans himself up, and lays back down on the bed, leaving you down on all four, cock all hard and weeping, wishing he’d let you fuck his hole.

“Bastard,”

[3n-vi-ous]

little things about the obey me cast

lucifer

The Mom Purse™

has everything you could possibly ever need in his bag (which he carries around everywhere)

probably enchanted it to hold more than its meant to

always has to have some kind of non-water drink- usually hot tea or coffee

will never admit to it but he loves those super sugary iced drinks that barely have any coffee in them

very little spice tolerance. keeps a straight face because his brothers will jump on it SO fast

wears gel liner and mascara (would be a super pretty crier because of it)

mammon

talks to himself out loud when he's alone. will have whole conversations

eats SO much junk food but somehow stays in good shape (insane metabolism + actually works out at the gym with beel when he has the time)

chronic over exaggerator

incredible spice tolerance, will totally make fun of lucifer should he find out about his lack thereof

doesn't know how to say no (as seen in the game)

sleeps with socks on because the bed sheets are bad sensory

leviathan

once watched human world brain rot for shits and giggles and now he cant get it out of his head

wants to test if cocomelon works on mammon (spoiler alert: it does)

squeaks when he does a big stretch

could absolutely wreck somebody's shit but never thinks to in actual situations

not shy, just socially inept and bitter. he chooses not to interact

reads the devildom version of ao3 near religiously

satan

HAS to sit cross legged or some non-conventional way

doesn't matter what he's sitting on. its happening

totally the type to sit on a couch or armchair upside down with his head hanging off

doesn't like acidic food/drinks, it makes his teeth feel weird

would watch wendigoon if introduced. i think he'd love video essays (mystery flesh pit, anyone?)

writes personal notes in glittery gel pen

asmodeus

has a perfectly organized pencil pouch for school

once got swarmed by devildom geese. worst day of his life

steals his brothers' clothes ('i have to show you how to style these things correctly!')

would never stoop so low as to go to the casino, but is better at poker than mammon

will lie with the straightest face

eats finger foods with a fork because he doesnt like grease on his hands

beelzebub

comically easy to scare

takes really bad notes, even when he pays attention

has won several fangol games for his team

weirdly good art. mostly does chibi style doodles inspired by whatever anime Leviathan last made him watch

would cover for any of his brothers if they committed a crime (if they would even get persecuted- they are political figures)

if obey me was a musical, beel would be the one asking why everybody is singing

very smell sensitive, dislikes strong hand soaps, deodorants, etc

belphagor

always has snacks on him, in his bag, in the attic, etc

this came around because of beel, ofc

additionally, always wearing cargo pants of some kind when he's not in pjs. loves pockets

can do some sick knife tricks

not too far from canon, but falls asleep in weird places. often falls asleep sitting up, and if it's the only quiet place he can find he will absolutely pass out in a closet

would bring his brothers to the back of spencer's for the lols

diavolo

takes very large steps, mostly due to his height, and is very hard to keep up with

adrenaline junky. what with his inherent power, it just really gets him going to feel like he's in danger

can't say a tongue twister to save his life

likes party games like cards against humanity

hums to himself a lot, stims with the vibrations

the only one who can reliably tell when asmo is lying

loves lucifer for his dog and his dog alone /j silly

sometimes convinces barbatos to teach him how to cook. knows how to make some simple stuff

barbatos

probably cracks his joints really loud

can beat you up but thinks he's above it

has his own fandom of people who've got the hots for him

lucid dreams all the time

has an in depth skincare routine. shares tips with asmo

probably watches people sleep sometimes

i think it'd be cute if he sewed or crocheted or something in his free time

mephistopheles

has really expensive cologne

very low alcohol tolerance. also only likes fruity drinks

rolls his eyes SO much for literally no reason. he's just a brat

his devilgram is full of pictures of his horses

never learned to drive. always either on horseback or is driven by a personal driver

secretly loves white girl music

great with kids, pretends to hate him but he loves his brother

would totally get bullied on roblox

simeon

smells like lavender

once swore in front of luke and damn near died of shame

paces a lot when he's in thought

gets very in the zone when he's writing, hates being interrupted

absolutely wakes up november 1st and decorates for christmas. its not even a religious thing, he just likes the aesthetic

probably wears a really fancy watch he got from lucifer or diavolo

i mean this is kind of already canon but simeon would fall for someone he finds worth it

luke

knows all the swear words. will never say a thing

needs a nightlight to sleep but would rather die than tell somebody

likes to sit on simeon's lap and show him devildom brain rot because simeon doesn't understand what he's looking at

cant pronounce 'comfortable'

got simeon and solomon to get him a pet fish after he saw henry 2.0

the best at hide and seek, will not be found by anybody short of barbatos

if he were to have a discord server it would be all bots because he likes to play with them

solomon

sleepwalker

has scared the ever living shit out of simeon and luke in the middle of the night cause he's standing there dead asleep in the kitchen

cant stand silence. usually playing music or talking out loud when alone

gestures a lot when speaking

would probably kick a vending machine if his food got stuck

it'd be really funny if he ever got hit by a bus

his room is a MESS. only cleans it for luke (he likes to hang out in there) or possibly mc

[dwaekkicidal]

l-l-l-l-lee know munch please🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

in celebration of the new teaser images!

fem!reader | warnings: reader has an oral fixation bc i said so, spanking, (1) pvssy slaps, overstimulation, squirting

Munch Masterlist

Munch!Minho who teases you nonstop after he finds out how much you love his lips and his tongue. he uses it as an excuse to rile you up and get you desperate, making you more willing to let him eat you out

Munch!Minho who waits until the moment your gaze turns to him and holds eye contact with you while pushing a strawberry past his lips, even poking out his tongue to lick it beforehand

Munch!Minho who continues to seductively eat fruits or small snacks throughout the day, always making sure your eyes are on him

Munch!Minho who laughs at you when you two are finally at home later that night and laying in bed, and you let it slip just how it all turned you on

Munch!Minho who fauxes innocence, "Oh? I'm sorry, Jagi. I was just eating my fruit I had no idea."

Munch!Minho who then wastes no time, pulling your pajama bottoms down and slotting himself between your legs

Munch!Minho who doesn't bother teasing you any further, his hard-on has been so painful all day from the thought of being between your legs later on. and he'll be damned if anything's gonna hold him back any longer

Munch!Minho who flattens his tongue to lick a rough line along your clit, humming contently at the taste and the pure wetness that was waiting for him

Munch!Minho who grips a veiny hand on one of your thighs, holding it up and away from him so he can eat in peace

Munch!Minho who trails his other hand up your stomach, pushing your shirt up into your neck so he can get a good handful of your boobs and pinch at your nipples

Munch!Minho who gets at you like a starved man, nothing but soppy, wet noises coming from below as you as his hooded eyes stare up at you almost angrily

Munch!Minho who always unintentionally pokes the point of nose against your clit, but shoves his face harder when he remembers how much it affects you

Munch!Minho who can tell from your moans that you're almost there and reluctantly removes the hand on your chest. he moves it between your legs to shove two fingers into you, curling them perfectly and finally sending you over the edge

Munch!Minho who doesnt stop his efforts even after youre finished. he curls his fingers even harder and rubs the pad of his fingertips against the gummy spot on your walls while he slurps up every last drop

Munch!Minho who uses his muscular arm to push both your shaking legs into your chest, pulling his mouth away for just a second to mumble a breathy and rushed "Keep them there." before plunging back in

Munch!Minho who uses his now free hand to land stern slaps to your ass cheeks anytime your hips twitch away from his mouth, otherwise squeezing the flesh there in appreciation

Munch!Minho who, if you manage to pull away or let go of you legs, will finally pull his mouth off your puffy pussy. but it's only to land a slap or two there and ridicule you as his fingers keep up their pace

Munch!Minho who, over your cries and moans, will "I said sit still. You can and you will take it."

Munch!Minho who may or may not dive back in at this point. if he's feeling nice, he's lowering his face to your thighs and biting them just enough to leave a slight dent. if he's not, then youre in for a real 'treat'

Munch!Minho who returns his dripping chin between your thighs, resuming his earlier efforts and pulling as many orgasms as he wants. the only way he's getting off of you if a safeword is said

Munch!Minho who uses those veiny little fingers to make you squirt, still licking rough shapes around your clit to pull even more of it from you

Munch!Minho who pulls away to let you breathe eventually, using this chance to admire the proof of his efforts: your shiny, slippery skin and the now darkened sheets

Munch!Minho who, in the high of seeing you all messy below him, promptly pulls you closer to him and bends forward again despite your pleads

Munch!Minho who: "I'm not done with you yet."

[mihii-i]

swim.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, misogynistic views, bc edo japan ueee, mention of abuse cause that’s what taigen’s fuckass dad did, he/him used for mizu in some dialogue, mention of prostitution, taigen being a moron, storyline dragged on for a few more days longer than usual, taigen doesnt meet mizu after the four fangs fight so storyline change, soft mizu ueee, slight violence, mizu ily please come home our kids don’t have names they’re all just named fuckface and numbered 1 through 4, not proofread.

A/N: I was listening to swim while writing my this so I’m making the title and scattering a few references here and there. Now playing: Swim - Chase Atlantic. @nomnai sorry I couldn’t directly respond to the request tumblr was being dumb :( 🕯️

Your memory was all too clear.

The familiar briny odor of fish stinging your nostrils as your father’s sharp tongue continued to loop in a disturbing resonance over and over in the back of your mind, teeth gritting at the mere thought of his demands echoing against your skull. His face was frightening to say the least, you were surprised at how exactly you kept on your unfazed expression in that moment, sure that tears threatened to spill out as his venomous tone rang in your ears.

—

Thumb gently tracing along the cool rim of the cup, your eyes flickered downwards into your lap to cast out into the body of cerulean water outstretched past you in a swish of warm waves below the glinting, pale light of the sun. Filtering out your father’s harsh reprimands blowing against your face, you merely fixed your attention on the wooden teacup fit between your palms, stroking it in gentle motions along the smoothed out ridges as you caught sight of your reflection in the powdery green of the tea. Not a drop drank from the cup.

“For gods sake (Name)…I don’t know how many times I must plead you to be wed! Do you know how shameful it is for me to have an unmarried daughter especially at your age!?”

A soft huff lifted off your chest as you breathed through your nose in silence, averting your gaze from your father as you continued to regard the bitter way he spat as nothing more than white noise drowned by the kicks of fish swimming about, splashing each speck of water onto the land nearby.

“…Father? With all due respect, I’d prefer not to-“

The fury in his voice cutting you off was enough to make you truncate your words almost immediately in a halt.

“Useless girl. You have but one job, and it is to marry to a decent man, the one who was willing to marry you! Your brother is setting his foot down into greatness, and here you are as a worthless child who hasn’t even accomplished the simplest of what I ask!”

You nearly flinched at the mere rage your father displayed right in front of you, face twisted in displeasure as the heel of his heel violently dug into the flimsy wood of a crate, splinters of oak and shreds of uncut bark splaying across the space around you. This wasn’t exactly a new occurrence that unfolded before you. Your father had lost his temper countless times for years, often taking out on you or Taigen in a physical manner.

It was quite a horrific sight to behold now that you thought back on it…the overwhelming stench of cod reeking from the callouses of his knuckles, outlining against his skin as he balled it up into a fist as a means to inflict blooming, purple bruises onto his own flesh and blood. Often times, Taigen was the one subject to your father’s relentless bearings, due to him being older and the only son. Frequently, your elder brother emerged from your miniscule home with a small limp dragging one of his limbs down, brushing it off whenever you questioned the purple patches littered along the light tan of his arm.

Your eyes split open almost as soon as you closed them, apprehensive at the familiar touch brushing along your collarbone. You were certain your father had left so who-

“Our old man giving you trouble again?” Taigen’s voice came out in a quiet laugh as he knelt down beside you, looking down at your lap to catch sight of the untouched cup still brimmed with tea. “It’s cold now, idiot. You should drink it.” You only rolled your eyes in response to his snarky comment, passing along the teacup to him, to which he subconsciously accepted without a second thought, a habit for him at this point to pick up after you in a way.

“You know..he’s right. You should be married by now. I mean I’m not gonna be around forever since I’m marrying Akemi, so I can’t carry out what you need, and you’ll need another man in your life apart from your own brother.” Taigen’s voice dimmed with each word he uttered, lips downturned as they tugged deeper into a stern frown. To which you retorted in an almost snappy voice.

“What good is marriage if I don’t even know him? I’ll have everything I want but at what cost? Having to please him every night? Endure his beatings like I have with our father for as long as I love now?”

Taigen could only muster up a sigh as his hand rested on his hip, running along the frail sheathe of the katana, cloaking the blade.

“Suit yourself. I’ve already become great. It’s you who’s the failure right now.”

—

Firmly tightening your fingers into your scalp, your eyes darted in each piled corner of the city, ankles draped deep in the thick blanket of crystal snow swallowing up your feet with each step you took to trudge along in a drawn out path. Apprehension was but a natural response to the situation at hand, the malice of thoughts that swirled in your head biting along any semblance of sanity you had maintained throughout this hellish life you were forced to endure. Thinking about your father’s outburst to your rejection of marriage at the mere familiar scent of cod from the markets? You seriously couldn’t escape the filth that you had been plunged in all your life.

Strangely enough, you were grateful Taigen had brought you with him to Kyoto, intending on meeting with both Akemi and her father—whom he served under. Thinking back, you couldn’t exactly help but remember the thin layer of sweat showered along your throat in the cold weather from the guard eyeing you up and down, inspecting Taigen’s travel pass precisely before letting you both pass through. Yet considering that you never got to travel, it was indeed a new experience for you to land upon, stepping foot in a different part of Japan other than Kohama or the areas near it.

The frosted notes of cool air seeped onto your tongue, slipping through the openings of your chapped lips while you pushed past the traffic of people crowding the city. Your eyes lingered onto Taigen’s form, walking side by side with Daichi Tokunobu’s daughter herself, laughing with their arms hooked into one another’s in a tight coil. Seriously. You couldn’t fathom how your own brother was able to elevate himself to such heights. First climbing his way up to greatness down the long, rocky path of a samurai, and now being engaged to the lord’s daughter?

He truly was great. Worked himself from the bottom up.

And you were a failure.

You were..

“Excuse me.”

The sudden low voice abruptly halting your train of thought, resonating behind you in an intimidating, yet strangely smooth voice vibrating against his throat. You reclined your neck over, cheek squished to your shoulder as you glanced over at the tall man behind you, a cloak bunched up over his shoulders as his orange glasses shielded his eyes in a near opaque tint. Blinking in confusion, you studied him up and down, taking note of his rather odd appearance as you briefly tensed up at a stranger suddenly coming up behind you in surprise.

Was he here to hurt you? Would it be best to run? Would-

“Do you have any information on the whereabouts of the Shindo dojo?”

Well, now you know that he was probably just lost.

Your mouth hung dry as you scrambled to compose yourself from the presumptive accusations you directed toward him in haste, stumbling over your words with each sentence you tried to sputter out. Drawing in a breath, you breathed out in a shaky voice, finally responding despite the sheer embarrassment gnawing away at you right now, pleading you to just bury yourself into the snow and never come out.

“A-Ah..no I don’t. Sorry..”

He let out a hum of what you could only infer to be disappointment, alongside a small nod as his head lowered in a brief apology for taking up your time. A small strand of raven hair strung down left of his forehead, glasses tipped to the bridge of his nose in a small click from the weight of the lenses shifting down. Eyes gently rising open, your breath caught in your throat at the glimpse caught, the man’s irises piercing into you menacingly as the cool blue drowned you in your own blood from the sheer shock coursing through you.

It was hard to help. Especially after what many have told you. You couldn’t help that you were a bit frightened by his eyes, an unnatural hint of color that nobody ever held from the taboo nature of the color stemming from those who were barred from ever stepping foot past the closed borders of the nation. Drawing in a breath, you eased yourself that he was harmless, forcing yourself to lock your eyes onto his for atleast a little while. Honestly, it wasn’t particularly the color that frightened you…simply the pure hate stirred behind them, engulfing anything in sight in a tempest of hate.

It reminded you of a creature your father used to tell you about.

What was it’s name again? Right. An onryō.

Of course, you didn’t dare to mention that to the stranger, only staring off in shock as he pivoted away until the view of his back became smaller and smaller in the distance. Just being at a loss for words at the peculiar encounter, you ran your index finger along the smooth lids of your eye, pressing it in to shove away the exhaustion creeping up on you so early in the day. Perhaps it would be best to eat and then rest for the day, Kyoto certainly has quite a few inns around, and you’d just wait for Taigen to return with his princess.

—

“God, Taigen. You look like shit.” You mumbled under your breath, yet still loud enough for him to hear as his knelt form tensed in his aggravated state beside you. It was a widespread rumor all across Kyoto now, one that passed around like wildfire, and became well known to the supposed ‘massacre’ that had occurred within the Shindo dojo. Taigen’s weakened state alongside the clean cut of his hair shredded off his head only confirmed the ongoing rumors, which in turn tore down his pride shamefully, his marriage into the Tokunobu clan now null and void.

A low rumble, nearly identical to the grinding of stone burned in Taigen’s throat, his teeth grit and scraping against one another as he was unable to maintain even an ounce of poise at the implications of his dignity being torn away. Not only did this rogue samurai shatter the streak of wins he had worn himself to work towards, but he had also left Taigen with his life—a humiliating way to finish the battle as he now wallowed in his shame among many. A dishonor that he was left to live after a battle rather than dying with even an ounce of honor preserved.

“That damned demon. Why didn’t he just kill me?”

You spat in annoyance at his endless rambling about the devilish nature of his opponent. Despite feeling sorry for your brother in the state of humiliation he was drowned in, you couldn’t help but slump against a nearby wall at his constant strings of rage spewed out.

“I shouldn’t even dare to show my face around Japan anymore. Perhaps I should just kill myself now.” Taigen hissed, the bitter resignation in his tone nearly making you drop your attitude toward him.

“Well don’t. You could-“

“I don’t need you thinking what’s best for me, (Name)!”

You paused, eyes wide at his enraged reply.

“Taigen. Even if you see no meaning in living, who the hell is gonna look after me after? Our father certainly won’t, and some random men might try to take advantage of me. Is that what you want?”

“Let them then.” Taigen replied, his voice laced with nothing but pure hatred.

“W-What..?”

“I said let them! I’m the one who’s great! You’re just a failure who couldn’t even do the simple task of getting married! At this point, just sell yourself in a brothel if you have nothing better to do. No sister of mine orders me what to do, understood?”

You choked up your next words, head in a whirlwind of disdain as you seethed with anger. Impossible to believe your brother was so far gone that he wished a dreadful life upon his younger sister.

No matter now. Let him have what he deserves.

Unable to even process how quickly he exited the room, you sat there in silence with nothing but your own thoughts, the ambience of the room being nothing but the violent winds swirling outside. Atleast you had some peace and quiet away from him, attempting to push aside the hurtful words that Taigen had seared into your chest earlier. It wasn’t all wrong was it? You couldn’t even marry a man your father wanted, such a simple request that was your only obligation in life. And what were you afraid of? A loveless marriage? Silly girl..people never marry for love.

A sigh of resignation exited your lips as you reminisced on the eventful day, now crowned by nightfall. Perhaps you truly had no purpose in life. Considering there was no reason to be here any longer, wandering alone might be the best option for you, as you had utterly failed as a daughter, and as a woman.

In the depths of your crumbled life, there was no other alternative. The water was only getting colder, and there was no way back up out of what you had dug yourself into through countless refusals.

—

“Can’t sleep?”

Mizu’s voice snapped you out of your daze, your gaze shifting over to her laying on her side next to you, her weight burdened onto the arm she was laying atop. You shook your head, groggily batting your lashes as you positioned yourself closer to her, earning a quiet hum of approval from her. The rugged, yet soft fabric of her kimono grazed your hand in the wake of her touch, providing a sliver of warmth in protection from the sting of cold.

Within the span of a day or two, you found yourself stumble into the same blue eyed man—well, woman, from what you recently found out—that you had encountered back in Kyoto. Despite dismissively brushing you off upon your initial run in with her, Mizu eventually found herself uncharacteristically basking in the pleasure of your company, opening up a bit more to you and growing somewhat attached, yet remaining closed off.

As to how you had ended up here, you had wandered aimlessly from Kyoto ever since you pondered upon your relevance in life. Taigen was probably worried sick about you, unable to find you anywhere in the flooding crowds of the city. Fate had definitely laid out a path for you to run into the strange samurai, especially when you stopped before a waterfall to quench your thirst in the overtaking darkness of night. Only to stumble upon a familar set of blue eyes fixed on you apprehensively, the tip of the blade pointed directly toward your throat at a thankfully safe distance. And maybe something else that..weren’t her eyes which you shouldn’t have looked down at. At least a woman saw her first before Ringo followed suit moments later, eyes fixed on both of you in shock before catching sight of Mizu’s nude body in surprise.

Despite her despising the presence of you and Ringo constantly tailing her, she found herself oddly drawn to you, even quicker than she warmed up even a little to Ringo. It was perplexing, how could she take longer to accept a kind and polite man who was willing to help, yet soften at the presence of a snarky woman with a flippant attitude which many have found unbecoming of a ‘future wife.’

Mizu’s arm lazily draped over the curve of your waist, her thumb tracing the wave where your hips reside in gentle circles. She sucked in a breath as you nuzzled closer to her side, the pressure straining the stitches of her wound scarred along her body, a quiet groan hitching out of her throat as you pushed yourself a bit too close.

“Sorry..”

“It’s fine.” Mizu assured you, voice still stern, yet not annoyed or anything of the sort. The recent few days with her were honestly better than anything that you had been put through in the hell of a life that had its iron grip on you back in Kohama. Hand resting atop hers, you notice how Mizu finally mustered up the courage to whisper out a couple words, her skin pressed against yours as your fingertips ran along the calloused roughness of her palm, worn down from the countless years of ironwork and brutal training.

“Did you ever think I was a monster?”

“Hm? Why would I do that?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” She sneered, gesturing to her own eyes peeking up at you from a low angle. Only the water beholded such a unique tint which she had dusted along the cloudy exhaustion of her irises, the stress lines stemming from the corner of her eyes only defining the little pools of water you could drown in. Or rather, swim in. You did want to give a piece of yourself for her trust, keep her comfortable around you for the sake of…hell, you didn’t know. You just..kind of cared about her.

Was this a sort of sisterly bond you had formed with her? You didn’t exactly have many interactions with other women growing up after all.

No, it couldn’t possibly be that. Maybe something a little more.

Suddenly, an abrupt crunch echoed in the rustling bushes of the clearing, the warm fire flickering rapidly in alarm while Mizu immediately jolted up. Her hand almost immediately flew down to grip her katana tightly, head spinning around in a hyper aware state of her surroundings in the rising anticipation building up within her. You followed suit, eyes darting back in forth in an attempt to catch someone in your periphery within the clearing while the rustling endlessly persisted, gradually taking on footsteps in tandem.

The minute the figure burst through the bushes, your jaw hung open at the sight of your brother skidding to a halt, hand on his blade as well as he stood before Mizu in rage. Taigen’s expression fell dark at the sight of you shifting behind Mizu, the familar sight of his sister flooding him with an overtake of confusion rather than joy. Especially on seeing her huddling behind the very man who had humiliated him and stripped away his honor. Taigen felt sick at the sight of you clinging onto Mizu like some source of protection, swallowing back a lump in his throat as his gaze stabbed through Mizu’s straight into her deadpan eyes.

“What are you doing with him?” Taigen seethed, his shoulders rising and falling from the sight of Mizu beside you alone. The overwhelming urge to just draw his blade and stab her eyes out screamed at him, wanting to just sever Mizu’s head and present it before his lord as a means to restore his marriage and such. However, that would put him on the same level as this demon, his intrusive throughts followed up by a scoff as he sized her tall stature up and down.

“I just left. I didn’t want to get married so..”

“Do you know what this man did to me?!”

“Enlighten me, Taigen.”

Taigen’s fists balled up as he recounted the memory, his shortened hair tickling his neck serving as a source to that memory plaguing him like a pest.

“He’s the one that destroyed my honor! Ruined my life, and me!”

Your eyebrows raised in slight surprise as you looked over at Mizu, who was only unamused by Taigen’s incessant whining. You weren’t even upset, more so applauding Mizu for humbling your mess of a brother.

“Oh, he cut off your chignon? Wait- don’t tell me Akemi left you cause of your ugly bald spo-“

“It was because he didn’t kill me!”

Mizu’s gaze only flickered back and forth between this ridiculous conversation, a quizzical look etched onto her features as her eyebrows furrowed to confirm this sudden revalation.

“He’s your brother?”

You nodded, almost ashamed for his violent behavior toward Mizu as your fingers dug unto the fabric clothed along her shoulder.

“Unfortunately. Sorry about him.”

“Hey. Do you know how worried sick I’ve been about you in Kyoto?! Pacing back and forth only to find you involved with this stray dog?”

“Really? I thought I was a burden to you, and I should just sell myself into a brothel.” You remarked, referencing his earlier words and causing him to stumble within his thoughts.

“Look. I was frustrated, alright? But that gives you no excuse to hang around this fucking-!”

“Shut up..please. I don’t like you talking about him like that.”

Mizu’s lips barely curved up into a tiny smile for a brief moment, leaving as quick as it appeared. Her heart warmed within her bound chest at your words with an unfamiliar wash of newfound fondness ignited within her, the waves of the raging storm within her subsiding to a cool, shallow wave, lapping at the shore in tranquility rather than the usual disdain and violence she held within her. For once in her life after quite some time, she withheld that anger bubbling within her, giving way to the gentle embrace of the praises you kept within you about her rolling off your tongue like fine silk.

—

“You know, you picked a ridiculous master. But you take good care of him.” Taigen remarked towards Ringo as the rice ball rested in his hand, his teeth digging into the snack before swallowing the bite he chewed down. He turned his attention to you, the three of you trailing behind Mizu on horseback, engaging in a conversation which was mostly just Taigen speaking ill of Mizu. “And you, my dear younger sister with awful taste in men. What do you see in him that makes him worth traveling behind, huh?”

You simply cast an annoyed stare in his direction, unamused with his remarks turning passive aggressive when you attempted to reason with him to cease his verbal onslaughts toward Mizu.

“Maybe I just like him because he’s nice to be around, ever thought of that?”

“He’s a half breed piece of shit who only charges in like an idiotic-!”

“Taigen.”

He bit back his words at your reminder, grumbling to himself in annoyance as his head snapped back foward to keep note of Mizu’s direction. Not wanting to hear his comments, you simply hitched your horse to catch up to Mizu, pacing side by side with her as she fixed her gaze on you with a sweet smile. Hm, you liked her smile. And you’re glad she’s been doing it more often recently.

“Is he giving you trouble again?”

“No. Just how we always were as kids.”

“..I knew him as a kid too.”

You looked over, surprised as the comment she made in a low, unfeeling voice, stringing more information out of her as you begged her to elaborate silently.

“How come?”

“He chased and threw rocks at me as a child. Sometimes even beat me.” She revealed, her voice seemingly quiet and neutral, yet accompanied by a small somber hint from the way she visibly swallowed upon recalling the memory.

“Wow..he sucked that much? I’ll…be sure to berate him over it then.”

Mizu let out a small chuckle in response, finger twitching as you caught notice of her hand brushing over the head of her horse in your direction, yet retracting it. Exhaling at the gesture, you extended your arm over her horse, your free hand still maneuvering your own horse as you steered a bit closer to her. Your hand finally drifted over atop hers, gently clasping your fingers between the gaps of her fingers. It was clear what you wanted to do—wanting her to let down her walls in front of you, trust you with her heart which you’d cradle between your cusped hands the utmost care.

You wanted to drown in the ocean which was the tempestuous flood raging about in the depths of her mind and soul, running your palm against the familiar concept of water from where you were raised. Rather, embracing the waters swallowing you up in the pit of the blue oceanic embrace.

You wanted her to let you in her ocean.

And perhaps this one time, she was okay with that.

A/N: OH MY GOD I AM SO FRUSTRATED @nomnai SORRY I COULDNT DO YOUR REQUEST WITHOUT SCREENSHOTTING BECAUSE TUMBLR IS BEING AN ABSOLUTE WHORE AND IT KEEPS SAYING “erm actually ur ask doesn’t work so haha” EVERY SINGLE TIME BUT IT WOKED ON BROWSERR AND I HATE BROWSER SO FUCK YOU TUMBLR

Anyway I did NOT feel like writing nsfw today and I have a headache and I want the fucking Amazon blue eye samurai shirt also thanks for specifying OUR wife I cannot not deal with these greedy hos thank yew

hey I made something for this fic

[yameoto]

girldick!skank quinn won't leave my mind... send help

skank!quinn graffiting the girls bathroom with pornographic pictures of you and wanking over them like a total perv.

tw: semipublic masturbation, mild slutshaming

she fucked you, once, to show her mommy n daddy and herself that shes a big girl now. most earth-shattering sex of your life, not that youve ever acknowledged it, or her, since. so, she takes every opportunity to rub your nose in the dirt at how you stooped so low as to let quinn fabray stretch you out on her cock like a common whore. takes one to know one. she's painted your walls with cum and you wanna ignore her now? oh, she doesnt fucking think so.

skank!quinn staggering into a bathroom stall, half-drunk because she spent her chem period swigging ricewine under the bleachers with the skanks, so she doesn’t even check if the door is properly locked or not. doesn’t really fucking care. because how is one sight of you in the hallways enough for her to get painfully hard? in an instant she’s slumped on the toilet lid, legs swinging wide and tugging her cock out from her shitty ripped jeans and thumbing hopelessly over its dribbling tip.

its filthy and unclassy and decidedly the furthest thing from immaculate head cheerio, founder of the celibacy club, churchgoing daddy's girl; quinn fabray. which is precisely why she does it. another act of defiance. driven by all that festering resentment that’s been boiling up inside her since the dawn of time (though, it helps that you look hot enough to eat alive. that boner she's been sporting under the tied-up flannel around her waist has been fighting against her damn jeans, all day.)

strokes her member in languid, half-assed movements as her head falls back against tiled walls and her eyes flutter shut as she fantasises; about her shiny-black nails digging into the flesh of your thighs, your hips—clawing long, white scratches down your skin. her hands; sliding up your top and groping, squeezing, twisting your tits from under your bra. dragging your panties down your legs with her teeth, how your hips would jerk up as your pussy hits her tongue. your walls, tight and wet and wringing her cock.

she moans out loud as she jerks off, right then and there, not giving a single fuck who hears (though she stifles the gasp of your name all the same), biting hard against her knuckles when she feels her chest stutter, balls drawing up in her boxers and mascara-laden lashes batting uncontrollably. she cums. shoots her load all over the stall door, rutting into her fist as the creamy explosion arcs in the air, chest in rasping gasps as she aims, mouth hung open, eyes hooded with intent. takes a second to pant, slumped back, and admires her handiwork; glistening, all over a crude caricature of your naked form, penned in her black sharpie marker.

doesn’t even bother to wipe her dick off, afterwards. simply tucking herself back in her boxers and letting the aftermath soak into fabric, sticking to her skin. she smudges her hands on her jeans and struts out, cigarette balanced between teeth. she passes you by, on your way to the bathroom, and you’re completely nonplussed at the cocky, crooked upturn that fixtures her lips when her eyes meet yours, meaningfully, over those stupid sunnies of hers—until you’re shutting the stall door and face-to-face with a crude recreation of you; splattered and gleaming with dried cum. under it, in sharpied, instantly recognisable cursive loop (too delicate, for its purposes), glares one word—quinn’s.

[gamblersdoll]

vampire! reader, grinding, masturbation, izuku has a crush on reader, blood mention and themes.

izuku knew he had a big crush on you.

and its not the fact because of the way you look, but because of the fact that you were a bloodsucking demon. sure, he understands the meaning and importance, but something within him just said ‘i wouldnt mind being bitten.’

its why he even offered in the first place, simply saying ‘its because he wants to understand your quirk better,’ (whats there more to learn? you were a vampire) but mostly because he had the right to know.. and he feels dirty for it. he feels dirty for essentially lying about his reason for you biting him, but he couldnt help it.

it also didnt help when you got a lust, (lust for blood causes a deadly craving, needing four liters of blood to even be satisfied— and once you hit satisfaction, came lust arousal.) that you sheltered yourself from the world. you felt disgusted, but guess what?

izuku was always there.

“so.. how do you want to do this again?” you weakly say, licking your lips constantly to wet them and prepare for regret and his rejection.

“just.. bite me? i guess?” he smiled, tilting his head to the side and nodding. “its okay, you dont have to do this if you dont want to.” you nod to his words, your jaw opens and your fangs sink into his supple skin.

he whimpered for a second, a hand on your hip and hes biting himself to keep quiet… fuck he was a bad friend, only thinking of the sexual aspect, not the fact he actually wanted to help you. and he only volunteered because he had the amount you could survive off of for at least three days without regressing. he feels your hips move, a surprise look on his face and hes trying so hard not to moan your name. “h—hey..” you don’t respond, fangs still in his neck and hes trying to hold your hips, but you had stronger hips. and after maybe thirty minutes… you were fine.

“t—thank you,” you praise, eyes lidded and hazy.

“no problem..” he blushed, immediately taking off from your room. there was a problem— the fact that he just got hard from you sinking teeth into his flesh. it doesnt even sound right, him into something sadistic like this? it sounded better in his head than outloud.

but he couldnt help himself to not jerk himself off to the thought, his mind racing back to the moment you even looked his ways.. breathed his air. “fuck..” he groans out, pressing himself on the other side of his door and tugging his cock numb. “my god..” he whispered, leaning to spit on his cock and press two fingers against the wounds. “fuck— you fucking dirty slut.” he felt weird calling you that.. but in some regard, you were.. you had to know he was in love with you, right?

he plays with the slit of his tip, eyes rolling and a guttural moan ripples through his voice.

he pressed harder, the pain ripples through his body and sends shocks to his chest and his balls at that. “youre so damn nasty,” he says, thinking to himself about how you could be on your knees like this, looking up through your eyelashes, your pupils slit and looking at him like he could be potentially prey—

“young midoriya, you in there?” a familiar voice— fuck, it was almight. he scatters to pull his sweats up and tie them, fixing himself and shouting a ‘be there in a sec!’

[user1smvtysturniolo]

Slap a bow on it for ya | Matt Sturniolo

(Since he said this in the last car video, an idea of fanfic came to my head and I hope it doesnt flop!)

Pairing: sassy!soft!dom!Matt x sub!shy!reader

Summary: Matt knew that your aesthetic was coquette and how much you loved stuff like that so he decided to have a little detail with you.

Trigger Warning: established relationship, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving) pet names, swearing

Let me know if you wanna be on my tag list, xoxo Divider by @bernardsbsndystraws

It's been a long time since you saw Matt, your boyfriend because of work and other stuff. And this time you decided to come over to his house to give him a surprise, and surprisingly for you too, he was alone at home and had something prepared for you.

"Hi Matt!" I greeted him with a hug as he opened the door. "Hi sweetheart, I expected you would come soon now. It's been days since I've seen you" he said as he hugged me tighter and shut the door. It's only been 4 days but he's really clingy I love that about him. "You look so pretty with that lacy dress, with that little bow on ya" he playfully said as he checked me out when we pulled out from the hug. "Oh, yeah?" I gave him a 360, letting him see the bow on my hair too. "So girly! Love it!" He said with a funny baby voice, trying to mock the way I talk with my friends. I looked up at Matt and crossed my arms "Matt!" I pouted my lips, trying to be mad at him

He grabbed my waist. "Com' on, ya know I'm playing 'round" he winked as he kissed my lips. First it was a normal kiss, but then he slid his tongue in, taking more dominance. He grabbed me and made his way to his room, not breaking the kiss. When we got there he shut the door with his leg and placed me on his bed. "You're just too damn cute when you try to act upset." He chuckles, voice low and playful as he crowds over you on the bed, hands wandering up your sides. "But really, babe, you look gorgeous. That dress really shows off your curves" He bit his lip. His gaze was heated, full of adoration as his thumb brushes over your cheekbone. "Now, how could I resist such a pretty baby?" In one smooth motion he's kneeling before you, hands settling on your knees to gently push them apart. His own eyes flicker up to meet yours, seeking permission with his actions more than words.

You lick your lips and nod. "Mmm, you know exactly what you're doing." You say breathily, parting your legs a little more, baiting him further, your eyes begging for more. He grins at your actions, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that smirk you love so much. "Oh I sure do, babe." Leaning in, he kisses the inside of your thigh tenderly, his hands gliding up your legs under the hem of your dress, fingertips dancing over your sensitive skin. He hums against your warm flesh, looking up once more, eyes intense, yet soft around the edges for just you. "God I need you." He murmured to himself as he quickly started to remove my dress leaving me in my underwear. Before removing my panties he started kissing my inner thighs, softly. It made me want to squirm under his touch and kisses. When he finally removed my thongs, his eyes narrowed at the sight of my soaking walls. "Fuck..." he swore to himself.

Before he did anything. He looked up at my blushing face and spoke up. "Baby... I have something you might like" he grinned as he searched for something in his drawer and got a bow. He put it in his middle and ring finger. "Let's slap a bow on it for ya'" he smirked as he finally put those two fingers in, pumping in and out, earning a loud gasp from me. Your eyes widen, cheek blushing at his playful words and the sassyness and unexpected action. He watches your reaction closely, a self-satisfied glint in his eyes. I moan out his name as I start grinding my hips against his fingers, my legs shaking a bit, my eyes watering from the intense sensations taking over. "Oh god yes...Matt...". I moan out. "That's it, let it all out" Matt's movements start picking up a pace with your movements, the bed starting to creak in time with the pace.

"Your noises are so damn hot." Matt removes his fingers and replaces it by his mouth. Working his tongue in and out, you're so overwhelmed you gripped on his hair as you moaned loudly. He's mesmerized by your ecstasy. My body is arched completely off the bed now, overwhelmed by the pleasure his fingers are giving, the muscles in my legs trembling violently under his hands. "You look gorgeous when you come undone for me." He groans out against my pussy, I whimper at the feeling of his words in my pussy. Matt loved making you a squirm mess. He decides to keep the pressure consistent, determined to get a good orgasm.

"You close, baby?" he whispers as he looks up, his fingers making their way on my pussy hole again and deeper earning a big gasp from me. When I looked up at him, I saw how he licked his mouth from my juices, turned me on so bad. He slid his free hand up to caress your chest teasingly over my bra. "Matt... I'm going to cum" I manage to say between moans. With a final cry of his name, waves of intense pleasure wash through me as I finally come hard, my inner walls pulsating around his fingers still buried inside. He slowly draws his fingers out, watching you intently as you ride out every shiver and aftershock. "Fucking beautiful..." he sighs, his own breaths coming in ragged gasps. "You did so good, babe. You're amazing" He brings his glistening digits to his lips, sucking them clean with a low groan.

[seandiazworms]

sean diaz fluff alphabet (rq)

(A) attractive - what do they find attractive about u? how do they show this?

sean is attracted to anyone or anything that deviates the norm. dyed hair, unique background/perspective, and unconventional features. literally anything u think is unattractive and not up to the beauty standard about u, he probably rlly digs it. hell draw it in his journal always! but not in a way that comes across performative—he just draws u authentically. he doesnt feel the need to modify how u look in his art bc he thinks ure perfect as is (booo corny).

he shows his attraction through flesh-blazing, skull-burning staring. he analyzes his muses thoroughly after all... he knows where all ur freckles/moles are and can draw ur smile from sheer memory. in the months that he crushed on u, u couldn’t help but feel this pestering feeling of being watched in class constantly.

hes still a dorky teenage boy so if u share the same music taste as him or have the same hobbies hell geek out!! “no way she can skate AND listens to my favorite songs…” lyla will just roll his eyes at him in response. he acts like tom from 500 days of summer 😭

(B) baby - how do they act around kids?

sean definitely says he hates kids. hell talk about how annoying they are and use daniel as an example ALWAYS. that however does not hide the fact that he is REALLY good with kids. i wouldnt say its in a fatherly way but kids tend to look up to him as a cool older brother (even when he doesnt try to be one).

sean also secretly loves it when ur good with kids, despite him allegedly hating them. he cant help but grin ear-to-ear when he sees how happy u make daniel. once he becomes self-aware he tries to wipe his smile off asap. when u, sean, and daniel go out u guys are practically his parents. both of u know how to shut down daniels whining fast. albeit sean does more of the hushed, frustrated demands and u just try to defuse daniel.

(if u guys have ever seen the video of jake and tara with that baby thats how i imagine u guys with kids 😈 except ur both a mix of tara n jake)

(C) cuddle - how do they like to cuddle?

honestly the two of u can never decide who’s big spooning and who’s little spooning. to solve this issue the two of u just kind of… stack on top of each other.

esteban will do his routine dad check up on the two of u (preventing teen pregnancy) and walk into u guys jenga-ed on top of each other. ur legs are a tangled mess and u look like two corpses laid on top of each other. scrolling through ur phones while stacked is the go-to. ull be muffled chuckling into sean’s stomach at random videos for an hour…

while cuddling sean always traces little drawings/words on ur body. when u ask him whats hes drawing hell probably say its a dick LMFAO. so romantic 🙄

at the beginning of ur relationship, sean always felt the need to be the “man” and cradle u like some big infant. overtime he got more comfortable and whenever u guys watch movies on the couch hell be sprawled out on top of ur lap. one arm up supporting his head and a leg propped up like a princess xoxo

(D) dates - what are dates with them like? what do they like to do?

concerts, fairs!!! and MOVIES for sure

sean casually drops half his check on good seats for one of ur guys favorite band. the two of u have a tradition of replaying their music for weeks until the concerts about to start. it literally does not matter how many times uve gone to concerts with sean—u guys stay excited every single time. the after concert high is so good and u guys always kiss in the car afterwards. the two of u mess up each other’s hair and shuffle back in ur seats with swollen lips. sean backs out the parking lot while awkwardly clearing his throat 😭

SEAN IS SUCH A BIG FAIR GUY. he gives less than two shits if the pop-up fairs are shady and will probably collapse at the slightest gust of wind. he WILL take u on all the janky rides and tease u for being freaked out. he holds ur hand while giggling like a lil boy on the ferris wheel bc the creaking starts to freak the both of u out. he also tries to win fair prizes for u and say its a “bullshit scam” when he loses.

u beg him to go into the photobooth and take cute little couple-esque photos. he says “fineee” after some convincing with a smile and he avoids ur gaze after too. he definitely secretly wanted to the whole time though!! when they print out, they come out with those face-adjusting filters. u guys are WHEEZING laughing in front of the slot where they regurgitate out those abominations. sean puts it on the back of his phone case bc he thinks its so hilarious 😭

sean is a film nerd considering he had goodlands on his laptop. hes definitely up to date on any movie releases and will want to watch anything new with u. u guys always dissect the movie aggressively afterwards. the both of u will forever and always argue about which characters u liked and didnt over some takeout.

(E) equal - are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

sean on the regular is passive. he never was the “dominant” type to like… back u into corners. in fact he was really awkward when u first met him. hes lowkey scared of women 😭

it took him a while to get comfortable/assertive. by “comfortable” i mean gaining the ability to tease u back LMAO. when he first gave u a snarky remark ur jaw kind of hung open and u guys HAVENT STOPPED SINCE. overall, sean usually was the one to wait for u to initiate something. he never wanted to put u in a situation ud be uncomfortable with.

(F) fight - would they be easy to forgive their s/o? how are they fighting?

u guys fight like an old married couple. playful arguments always happen but once it becomes serious/personal things go south. one thing leads to another and the two of u just get agitated with each other

when u guys do seriously fight sean eventually lets u have ur way ALWAYS. he always prioritizes what u need/feel in the end and is really good at saying sorry. a part of him feels like big fights indicate ull leave him so hell always choke out things like “i just dont wanna lose you” after arguments. it sounds really dramatic but he has DEEP-rooted abandonment issues. hell hold u—whether it be an embrace or ur hand just to feel comforted afterwards.

(G) gentle - how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

GAWWWWWWWWWDAUH sean is so incredibly very gentle. sure, he teases u sometimes but in the end, again, he always makes sure ur comfortable! he asks u if ur okay when u look clearly overstimulated/out of it.

physically, sean doesnt mess around. he will constantly playfully shove u, mess with ur hair, etc. obviously its never to the point where it hurts but this is the only way he can get his daily dose of pda, so!

(H) hugs - do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?

sean is crazy on back hugs. he will always surprise u with one and he WILL trap u in it. ull be walking around his house and chatting with his leech-self wrapped around u. he likes nuzzling his nose in and u can feel his lips curl into a smile on the nape of ur neck when u make a joke (😢)

sean takes the opportunity to embrace u at any moment of privacy hes given. when daniel or esteban catches him he immediately flings off u and starts stuttering LMAO. hes kind of lanky so if anything his clothes are what cushion u. BUT he is very warm and is a personal heater #tbh. who needs a coat when u have sean???

(I) i love you - how fast did they say the l-word?

i feel sean is VERY quick to fall in love but takes forever to actually utter the words out. he will have a love at first sight moment with u and only have the feelings grow bigger and bigger as time goes on. sean is overall a reserved person and wouldnt go out of his way to tell u, no matter how much lyla encouraged him.

he would only say it once it becomes overbearing for him. like, to the point where the extent he loves u has become pervasive and PERSISTENT. it will just explode out of him at some pivotal moment. u guys will be laughing hysterically at something only u guys would laugh at. then, boom, it slips out like its something he had to swallow back down a hundred times before. because its so sudden, it will definitely catch u off guard.

he would repeat it because he didnt think u heard it the first time like a dork. his stomach acid is doing fucking somersaults at this point. u will visibly see this guy’s face drop and his hands start to fiddle anxiously. his eyes will kind of dart all over ur shocked face in fear. he’ll choke a lil “sorry i have no clue why i even said that-“

u lean in and the rest is history 🤓

(J) jealousy - how jealous do they get? when do they get jealous?

sean is always a bit wary of specific guy friends or potential suitors u have in ur life. again, sean picks up on LOTS that most people brush over. he knows when people flirt with u and he always bites his tongue before he says anything.

whenever u talk about other people too much, he gets a little… sassy. ull be thanking some guy in ur class for giving u the answers and hell be grumbling “i wouldve gave them to u…” under his breath. u shoot a look at him and he just defensively puts his arms up LMAO. he never seems to stop either. the amount of times u caught him rolling his eyes… criminal.

(K) kisses - what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss u? where do they like to be kissed?

sean is so shy when it comes to kisses. when u first began dating, sean never kissed u without a shy “can i?” before. he never knew when was appropriate or if u wanted to kiss him at all. his ears would flare up in red and his eyebrows would furrow in concentration each time.

overtime, as he got more comfortable, sean began finding the “right times” himself. whenever u leave his house he always gives u a quick peck. daniel never misses his opportunity to scream “EWW” as loud as he can. sean will be like “one more” and smooch ur cheek and then say “wait another one” and just KEEP GOING. if he wore lipstick u would look like u were dunked in a pig’s blood.

smiling into the kiss happens without fail—every single time. sean cant help himself, hes a lover boy!! he will always slowly open his eyes and pray u wont catch him sneaking a look. once he pulls away, he laughs while covering his mouth with his wrist. he gets butterflies still, no matter how many times u kiss 😭 im sick.

(L) love language - what is his love language?

sean’s family is big on quality time so he definitely prioritizes it. impromptu hangouts are his absolute favorite and if he could, hed spend every hour he could with u. sean never fails to randomly invite u over and hold u at gunpoint to do family time with him, daniel, and esteban.

also sean is a big gift giver! he will always give u doodles of ur favorite characters and little things that remind him of u. u guys have matching pins, keychains, bracelets, etc. not only does he go all out, but he also knows EXACTLY what u like. again, sean is the most attentive bf ever. hes the kind of man who would spend hours making coraline dolls of u two.

(M) mornings - how are mornings spent with him?

sean is not a morning person. he is almost always running late to first period, so oftentimes u cover for him. he will come to class with messy hair and will lizard-blink at literally anything u say. when u tell him that u gave the teacher an excuse, hell let out a croak-ey "thanks" and he will on a 99% chance knock out right after. he'll probably dazily open his eyes at u every so often and go back to sleep LMAO.

on weekends, sean will... barely be awake for mornings. ull be up and ready, watching hawt dawg man on the couch with daniel while eating cereal. sean shortly comes out of his mancave, stretching and yawning. hell come to lean on ur shoulder and stare blankly at the screen. its never particularly productive but sean couldnt care less honestly.

(N) nicknames -what does he call u?

sean has a disdain for nicknames. uttering any of them out loud just seemed so embarrassing to him… unless he’s making fun of them. he does however love “girlfriend.” its not exactly a nickname but he loves saying ur his girlfriend or “my girlfriends coming over” to people.

at a certain point he started using it in sentences that wouldn’t make sense. he’d go “hi girlfriend” every time he sees u. he’s so stew peed… 😢

(O) on cloud nine what is he like when he’s in love? is it obvious for others?

lyla never hears the end of u. shell be talking about something entirely unrelated and sean will be disassociating with his mouth open. when he finally snaps back into reality the first thing that comes out of his mouth is “do u think she would find it a turn off that u drive me everywhere?…“

“yeah obviously— were u even listening sean?”

“mm okay…” he just goes back to tuning her out again LMAO.

esteban will be asking for his tools from sean and he’d be totally zoned out just thinking about u. esteban will pull himself out from under the car and groan “augh… lover boy…” without sean even saying anything to him… so yes hes obvious.

(P) pda - is he upfront about your relationship? does he brag about you with others? or he rather shy to kiss, etc. when others are watching?

i already wrote on this but sean would rather keep intimate contact privately. that is, unless hes really in the heat of the moment. for example, at a concert hed just get so riled up. the lyrics of the song perfectly aligning with the way he feels about u MIGHTTT just make him collide lips with u, who knows! at special moments he won’t hesitate to kiss u but he’s just usually not a show-ey person.

too many times have the two of u attempted to sneak away to be romantic alone and gotten caught. whether it be lyla, esteban, daniel, or any of sean’s guy friends—they always tease u guys. lyla is so dramatic and she’d probably do the most, screaming and squawking when all she sees is sean hugging u 😭

(Q) quizzes - how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?

just like i mentioned earlier, sean remembers every little thing. he knows which side of ur smile leans more toward, the distinctive mole on ur arm, etc etc etc. he loves u like how a husband with a camcorder loves his late wife <3

sean has pulled multiple joe goldbergs before u started dating. he will give u some small knick knack of ur favorite video game/show/band and ull thank him, visibly confused on when u mentioned it. hell notice and just go “i heard u talk about it like three months ago.” he only realizes HOURS LATER how creepy he sounded and his ass will start sliding down a wall dramatically in his room.

(R) rosy - what makes them blush?

sean is quick to blush. honestly, any time u guys are intimate in any sort of way his ears are probably burning up. he’ll try to hide that he’s nervous by giving u quick one-liners back but inside his heart is RACING.

(S) security - how protective are they? how would they protect you?

sean goes to great lengths to protect people he loves, like u. in relation to actual life is strange 2 lore, sean definitely does anything in his power to not involve u in the incident. if u try to contact him or find him, he’ll probably be EXTREMELY upset. at first, all he can think about is how much he wants u away from all this mess. he just wants u to live a normal life—and if that meant being far away from him he’d be okay with it. u would beg him to let u back in his life and eventually, with much hesitation, he’d oblige. keeping u alongside daniel on the road allowed u to see another side to sean. he had been hit and came back up so many times just for u. all he wants in his life is to keep u safe.

exempt from life is strange 2 lore, sean always does little things to keep u safe. there are many times where he treats u like daniel—aka a big baby LMAO. he’s big on acts of service as well so he’ll always make u walk on the inside of the sidewalk, hold ur hair away from ur face when it’s windy, help u jump off of places too high up, etc.

(T) try - how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

he’s so bf coded of course he puts maximum effort at all times! he gets crafty for you every anniversary—a collection of drawings of u and a curated playlist/burnt cd is the MINIMUM he’s capable of. he’s the kind of boyfriend that can actually pick up on subtleties. something u mentioned liking once? it’s now in his cart.

when sean feels like switching it up he’ll try to do things he’s not used to like pottery and completely fail 😭. he has some place in the back of his closet for all the clunky diy gifts he’s tried to make for u in the past. despite this, he’ll give u a perfect trinket dish and u’ll wonder how he’s so good at everything… well, one day in his room he’ll ask u to go get something from his closet. u go inside and see a cardboard box with 15 versions of that very same trinket dish he made.

(U) understanding - how well do they know their partner?

sean does his best at understanding you as a person. when u talk about complicated emotions and unique experiences he doesn’t quite share, he’ll have this really pensive expression. he nods along and tries to understand ur perspective to the best of his ability. because of this, its really easy to open up to sean.

sean has you down to a T. hes so so so perceptive and knows when u feel uncomfortable. a small falter in ur smile, the glossy glint in ur eyes, ur lip quivering, he sees it ALL. he will immediately try to get u out of whatever situation ure in.

(V) vanity - how concerned are they with looks?

he could give less than two farts tbh. he loves when u look like a mess, more drawing opportunities for him. he however will make a big deal about looking good in front of u. he will be styling his hair for an hour in front of the mirror before going on a date with u, hogging the bathroom. he also practices the way he approaches u and lays out his outfits to impress u LMAO.

(X) xtra headcanon

sean loves cats so much. if u have a cat, he will spend the whole time at ur house trying to befriend them. bro will be crawling all over ur house on all fours... it gets to the point where u guys can never pass by a petsmart without sean making an impromptu visit to see the cats. plus, u guys have matching cat profile pictures!!!

(Y) yearning - how will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

sean coops up and calls and texts u as much as u can. its to the extent where he will send u nonsensical texts just so he can open ur guys' chat. ur phone will be vibrating so much and out of curiosity ull open it to just see random symbols and letters strung together. he'll send u random photos throughout the day that remind him of u and make unplanned video calls. u guys do mundane tasks together in silence for HOURS. they never fail to end with him just falling asleep on call.

(Z) zzz - what are their sleep habits?

sean is NOT a morning person. because daniel’s usually the one that wakes him up, he will slam a pillow into ur face when ur just trying to wake him up. he will open his eyes to see u and mumble a “shit sorry…” and snake his hand around u back into bed. he will hold u PRISONER under those sheets. if u try to shuffle out he will snake another arm around u. u're essentially held hostage until sean decides he wants to set u free... cruel world.

unfortunately i feel like this is very lackluster and COULDVE BEEN BETTER idk. also not proofread so sorry if this was... inchuresting to read... it also sucked me dry so i think i may have to start writing ACTUAL fanfics instead of hcs😢😢😢 thank u if u did enjoy though...

[ppnuggiexxx]

-> best / biggest tits to suck on || whb

• characters :: ronove ,, mammon ,, marbas ,, glasyalobolas

• contains :: dom reader ,, fem reader ,, hickies ,, marking , possessive reader (mammon + marbas) ,, switch marbas ,, making glasya submit ,, mentions of glasya's chest hole ,, possibility of being caught by levi (glasya) ,, they all have fat tits

• minors dni

-> ronove

| • hes one of the few larger demons ,, and one with a large chest too . most devils of abbadon already know how big his tits are ,, having experienced them first hand

| • though when you see for the first time ,, after finally getting him out of all that clothing ,, you were whipped for a little touch

| • have you seen that one fanart of him as a nun w/ nipple piercings ?? had me drooling ngl

| • his would be so soft ,, after all he does take good care of his skin and his chest is mostly covered by soft cloth

| • his nipples perk easily with temperature change and / or the slightest touch

| • all you gotta do is rub your thumbs over them and theyre already budding up ,, hardening under your fingertips

| • now they arent too sensitive ,, but that doesn't change the fact he still feels pleasure from them

| • you can truly tell how soft they are when your tongue swivels around one of his nipples

| • he'll groan through his gag ,, humping against your leg as you suck on his nipple

| • 10/10 tiddy ,, 10/10 experience ,, softest skin ever

-> mammon

| • i mean ,, is there even an explanation needed for him ? he has his tits out 24/7 ,, takes any chance possible to have your face buried in them ,, and encourages you every time you ask to put your face there

| • theyre so soft and squishy ,, its quite addicting and makes you always come back for another feel ,, only to end up unsatisfied when your time is up

| • though he'll always have time for you ,, its only when other kings pull you away from his chest does your time end

| • no matter how much you whine about your lost ,, the other kings won't listen to it ,, mammon being the only one to back you up on your wants

| • after all ,, what his master wants is what his master will have ,, even if its his body ,, especially if its his body

| • if you wanted his body then you would have it ,, all of it or any specific part you want ,, because you're his master and you will always get what you want from him

| • and if that includes sucking on his tiddies selfishly ? well ,, who is he to deny you such a thing ,, especially if you get all shy and fidgety about it ,, he finds it cute whenever you ask in a quiet voice to suck his tits

| • theyre not as soft as ronove's ,, but theyre still super squishy ,, who needs a stress ball when you have this ? who needs slime when you can just massage mammon's tits whenever and wherever you want ?

| • though he can't help the little whimpers he gives when you finally suck on his tits . who knows ,, maybe you could splash some liquid gold on there and lick it off his nipples and suck bites into the flesh

| • it'll certainly be obvious who he belongs to ,, fueling your selfishness and letting him walk proud knowing you own him ,, that only his master can give him such treatment and truly feed into his sin

-> marbas

| • it'll certainly be a moment before you can get him shirtless . after all ,, lucifer has him bound and restricted for a reason ,, not to mention his role as a doctor for devils coming day in day out with injuries

| • though the moment you get him without a shirt on ,, probably in the morning or at night when he's changing his clothes ,, is when you'll finally get your chance to pounce

| • his are rough and firm ,, but it doesnt make it any less fun to suck on

| • straddle his lap ,, he'll keep ahold of your hips while you take your time with him ,, sucking and biting wherever you can

| • even though they'll show up as bruises the next morning ,, he wouldn't mind ,, as he is a doctor and does have solutions to hiding any signs of pain on his skin

| • though the devils that do notice dont bother to say much ,, though a few will be bold enough to ask and tease ,, asking if he got ravaged by a wild beast with how much you've marked his pale skin

| • he'll only glare at them and continue with his treatment ,, quickly shooing them out of his way for the next patient

| • that doesnt mean he hates it ,, if you want to mark him head to toe he'll gladly let you ,, granted he could do the same

| • after all ,, you do have all night ,, and the night after that and the rest of the year and years to come

| • you can renew your marks whenever and he can return the favor for you

| • his nipples are always perky ,, firm and always budded up ,, but theyre quite sensitive

| • you can suck all you want against his nipples ,, maybe even give them a little nibble . you'll feel his hard dick twitch underneath you ,, pressing up against his pants painfully

| • whenever they brush against his restraints he has to hide his moans ,, the stimulation only adding up more reasons for lucifer to bound him tighter

| • the last thing he needs is marbas losing control of his pleasure while healing patients ,, this is a hospital not a club

-> glasyalobolas

| • it doesnt take much coaxing from him to let you see his tiddies ,, you just have to know the right method

| • while a fan of seeing trouble be caused ,, hes not one to enjoy getting in trouble if it means being caught

| • but the thrill of being caught by leviathan ,, with you sucking on his fat tits while sitting in his lap ,, outweighs his worries

| • he'll risk being hung and punished ,, especially since you're so polite when you ask ,, how cute you look asking if you can suck on his tits ,, saying you'll let him grind against you if he wants to

| • its offer he has trouble refusing ,, taking you to an empty room near leviathan's office and letting you have the satisfaction you've been craving

| • his chest is also firm ,, but his skin isnt as soft but its not exactly rough ,, not to mention the whole in the middle of his chest

| • a healing wound ,, but one that you can have fun with ,, poking your fingers in it and threatening him that if he makes a noise ,, that if leviathan hears ,, you'll do worse then just stick your fingers in there

| • glasya couldnt help the whimper he gives ,, his gaze darkening as he mutters how cruel you are

| • though you decide to save that for another day ,, another night where you can have him all to yourself and tease his body to your heart's content

| • he'll be quiet when you finally suck on his nipples ,, maybe gasping and groaning when you bite him

| • due to how tall he is ,, he'll probably lean up purposely ,, making you lose your grip on his nipple as he stands up

| • all you have to do is command him to kneel ,, and if he doesn't you could always pull his noose to bring him to his knees ,, maybe pushing him farther to ground with your foot

| • trapping him against the wall and ground ,, standing above him as you hold onto the chains attached to his horns as you threaten to punish him again

| • he'll listen this time ,, letting you enjoy your suckle and leave hickies along his skin ,, knowing you'll get off to his pain

[watarfallar]

They're gay your honour...

Grian: I feel like the world would be better if I'd never been born. Scar: Aw… that's not true. Scar: It'd be exactly the same. Scar: You're not important.

Scar: I couldn't do this without you, Grian. Grian: Sure you could. Not as stylishly, of course.

Grian to Scar: Turn that frown upside-down! a little while later Grian: What are you doing? Scar, trying to do a handstand: You told me to “turn that frown upside-down” but it’s not working .

Grian: Hey Scar, can I get some icecream? Scar: Only a spoonful! Grian: Proceeds to pull out a comically large spoon.

Scar: Why are you looking at me through a fork? Grian: I'm pretending you're in jail. Scar: Why? Grian: It's spiritually healing.

Scar: Grian, I need some advice. Grian: You need advice from ME? Scar: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

Grian: Do you care if I take the skin off this Furby? Grian: I want to make him a god. Once he is free of his sinful flesh, he can begin a path towards enlightenment. He will take care of us. Grian: I also want to softhack his circuits. Scar: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that ever again.

Grian: makes Scar a cup of tea but puts salt in it Scar: sips tea Grian: Scar: finishes tea Grian: Didn't it taste bad? Scar: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all. Grian, tearing up: Oh, okay.

Grian: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are. Scar: Okay? Grian: … Grian: … Grian: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so—

Scar: Happy Throwback Thursday! Here’s a throwback to when Grian ate an entire tube of lipstick. Grian, whining: But why would it be cherry-flavored if you can’t eat it?!

Grian: Scar, is that my mug you’re drinking out of? Scar: No, it’s mine. Grian: It… looks just like the one I have… Scar: You don’t have one like this anymore.

Scar: How does that even work? Grian, mocking them: hOw dO yOu UsE a cOmPUteR aNd KnOw wHaTS GoiNg oN iT DoEsNt mAke SeNSe?! Scar: Your face doesnt make sense.

Kidnapper: I have your partner. Grian: What? I don't have a partner… Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face? Grian: Oh my god, you have Scar.

Scar: Wait you like me? For my personality? Grian: I know, I was surprised too.

Grian: FUCK THE CHAIR. PARDON ME FOR MAKING MYSELF COMFORTABLE DURING A SINCERE HEART TO HEART DISCUSSION WITH A DEAR FRIEND IN NEED! Grian: BUT THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO CEASE STRADDLING THIS DEEPLY OFFENSIVE PIECE OF FURNITURE! AWAY WITH YE, FOUR LEGGED TEMPTRESS! DISTRACT US NO MORE WITH THE MOST BASIC AND UTILITARIAN FORM OF COMFORT YOU SUPPLY! Scar: Grian just threw a tantrum about a chair. Scar: I just won Grian Tantrum Bingo.

Scar: Grian, what if there are monsters? Grian: Don’t worry, we’re top of the food chain. Much later… Scar, lying awake at night: I am the monster.

Grian: "Go hang a salami" backwards is "I'm a lasagna hog". Scar: How did either of those sentences occur naturally for you to discover this?

Scar: I thought I told you to stop reading my emails. Grian: Well, I thought I told you to stop keeping secrets!

Grian: Tommorrow's garbage day. Scar: I can't believe they made a whole day dedicated to you.

Grian: on the phone with Scar I can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot girl shit. Scar: You’re pulling Oreos apart and saving off the frosting to make a mega Oreo, aren’t you. Grian: Maybe.

Grian: You’re so funny! Scar: Thanks; I’m desperate for people to like me.

[odatelier]

im spamming you now sorry!

eating out barista!jennie while she takes orders at the register? pulling her to the storeroom in the back once the day slows down so that she doesnt have to hide her moans

───── notes: barista!jennie, oral sex, semi-public sex, orgasm control, masterlist.

“c-could you repeat that please. . ?” jennie’s voice was soft and shaky as she stood at the drivethru window. clearing her throat, she attempted to tap in the annoyed customer’s order on the register, her fingers trembling from the scene occurring below the window.

she was lucky the drivethru area of the coffee house was secluded from the rest of the area, enough to hide the fact that you were knelt before her, and leisurely teasing the folds of her pussy with your prodding tongue.

you pressed the warm pad of you tongue flat against her sex, savoring the sweet taste of her juices that spilled from her honeyed entrance. licking a broad stripe from her pulsating hole to her throbbing clit, you suppressed a chuckle at how the action caused her to nearly moan out between taking orders.

it wasn’t hard to notice how much of a hard time she was having with the ongoing customers. the tremble in her voice and dazed look in her eyes were getting tougher to suppress the longer you spent swiping your tongue and lips over her cunt.

“so needy. . .” you mumbled under your breath, as you used two fingers to splay her swollen pussy lips, and bare her throbbing clit to your view. you were close enough for your lips to teasingly brush against her bundle of nerves with every breathy word.

you enclosed your lips around her clit and suckled, nipping the sensitive bud with your teeth occasionally while your tongue lashed against it repeatedly, enough for her to let out a loud gasp that she disguised as a shaky cough, and apologized to the customer at the window.

“i’m so sorry, i-i didn’t get that.” you heard jennie repeat for the second time, hearing the customer’s annoyance as they repeated the order, your tongue purposely slipping into her quivering hole while your large palms ran over her thighs, squeezing the plump flesh.

what felt like a handful of minutes to you had actually been an hour, until you heard the faint call of your name from the other side of the working area, sighing in disappointment against her pussy. you gave her swollen clit one last kiss before tugging up her panties in place and straightening her skirt.

licking your lips, you stood up and gave her ass a final squeeze, turning to leave.

“w-wait. . .” jennie hissed softly and grasped your arm, her cheeks flushed and demeanor slightly disheveled. she glanced between you and the annoyed customer outside the window, them probably wondering where you came from. “you didn’t let me cum.” her voice dropped an octave lower so nobody would hear her except you.

“oh.” you paused, lips twitching upwards in a chuckle as you shook your head softly.

“we’re both a bit busy right now. . .” you smirked, voice low. “maybe meet me in the back room after your shift and i’ll finish where i left off.”

mc is such a tease smh

[lovely-leafy]

And they shall become one flesh

Eddie needs to finally be with you, he loves his bride to fast.

Slight smut. Bit of forcefem.

He/him reader, misgendering

Wrapping his arms around your sleeping figure, you were so rested, so pathetic for him.

Still in your wedding dress, you have yet to consummate the marriage.

Eddie knows how tired you must be, from all the thrashing and bleeding you did all day, he did bandage you up after all so the least you could do as his perfect bride is let him perform his husbandly duties.

-

He truly did love you, deep down he wanted to take care of you but also keep you chained to his personal bed which wasnt much better than your mattress on the ground, however his was raised and cleaner.

-

He spoons you, playing with your hair which at this point was shoulder length or longer, Eddie likes a bride with long hair.

His arm wraps around your torso pulling you closer, feeling his chub against you, firmly.

Feeling his hand roam to the bottom of your homemade dress, his hand roams under the garment, his gentle fingers caress your leg as he reaches between your tights, the thing that reminded him how special you were to him.

His fingers gentle but firm on your delicate areas, you hated being reminded of who you are at times, but sometimes you dont mind it when Eddie is so gentle and makes you feel good in the right places.

-

He feels youve had enough and he wants to consummate your marriage, of husband and wife.

He unbuckles and zips down his pants, you feel him behind you, taking off his pants but keeping his shirt on.

He tugged your dress up so his access is better, he preferred not making eye contact while he loves you, he was so slow and gentle, any noise you made of pleasure made his heart skip a beat and if he felt he was being rough he’d check in with you.

Finally fully in, Eddies mind racing with excitement, as much of a murderer he is, he isnt a necrophiliac so he hasnt been with a “women” in a very long time, being your big spoon while he settles inside, doing everything he could not to cum early from excitement but it was to late, he curled around you tightly and whimpers “Darling… I never wanted it to end so quickly but, a man has needs for so long, he forgets himself…” he pulls out, you felt it inside yourself.

He gets up to compose himself in the bathroom while you try to calm down.

“Why the fuck is this my life right now, and why does he make me so happy when he touches me?! But he calls me his “wife”. He doesnt want a husband he wants a bride, maybe being trans aint so bad now, maybe its the only thing keeping me alive with,,, my husband.”

-

He walks back to you, holding a night gown for you. He doesnt seem so happy but he changes youre clothes, resting his hands on your naked body, putting his hand on where your womb is, he sighs before taking his hand away and slipping the gown on.

You felt concern for your “husband”.

“E-Eddie… is everything okay?”

You ask consciously

“My dear… I am a simple man with simple needs but with such a beauty in my presents I couldn’t help myself to you. You’re so beautiful and everything I ever asked for. You came here, so man-ish but you didn’t need fixing, what did a man like me do to get a bride like you”. He says resting his head on your lap while you’re both in bed, he hums to himself before falling asleep. Moving his head to his own pillow and resting on yours. Seeing him so docile and peaceful you couldn’t help but rest your hand on his non scarred side of his face.

“Goodnight, husband”.

You say before drifting off to sleep.

I’m not very use to writing smut anymore but I sure did try!