#the poll spoke

[mncxbe]

#FIENDISH

𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡𝒄𝒘: alcohol consumption, titjob, cum eating (denji being down bad), public☆ activites☆, smut mdni

Denji knew you were trouble from the first moment he laid eyes on you. you were sitting across from him at the low table in the bar, huddled up between two other devil hunters from your division. with your pretty face and gorgeous figure, you were absolutely to die for. Denji found himself staring at your cleavage multiple times that evening, his gaze shyly trailing off when you met his eyes and gave him that sweet smile of yours. despite being a fiend, you seemed to be on good terms with your colleagues, chatting and laughing away like you didn't have a worry in the world– and Denji was infatuated.

he's always been weak for pretty girls like you, so with each mug of beer he downed, Denji found himself unable to take his eyes off of you. he grinned dumbly, listening to you telling stories from your missions like your voice was music to his ears. you were so goddamn charming and interesting. honestly, it was just a matter of time until the two of you ended up in a bathroom stall, sloppily making out.

"Shit–" you huffed out, almost losing your balance as you pressed him further against the wall. it was a tight fit and your bodies were pressed tightly against one another but neither of you could care less. Denji leaned in to kiss you again, his hand finding support on the sidewall and he could feel the old, yellowing paint chipping under his palm. but all he cared about was the feeling of your mouth on his, teeth clashing as you kissed him messily, unashamedly, your tongue swiping along his bottom lip and god it was so hot his knees almost gave out.

you could feel the growing erection in his pants pressing up against your navel, a sly smile tugging at your lips. "needy, aren't you?" you hummed, tilting your head to the side to lick a stripe of his neck as you dipped your hand in his pants and Denji shuddered. "fuck, yea. please touch me"

giving his dick a few strokes, you smiled to yourself when you noticed how much precum he was leaking. you took a wild guess and assumed Denji was a virgin. hell, this was most likely the first time he was ever intimate with a woman considering how worked up he was after a few kisses– you could feel his entire body shaking as you worked your hand up and down his shaft. "hold on, Denji. i wanna try something" you hummed, gently pressing down on his hips, making him fall back onto the toilet seat cover. hastly getting down on your knees, you unbuckled the blond's belt and shuffled his pants and underwear down mid-thigh. his dick slapped against his abdomen, its tip glossy with precum and you eyed him hungrily.

Denji's face flushed red when he saw you sliding down the straps of your top and bra. "what are you doing?" he asked cautiosly and you smiled up at him from between his legs. "you kept staring at my tits all night. i thought you'd like to see them" taking his hand in yours, you guided Denji's palm to your chest and he cupped your breast, gently kneading the flesh.

his breath caught in his throat, eyes shooting open as he played with your boobs. it was incredible, they were so soft and pretty, basically spilling our from your now unclipped bra as you took off your clothes. once your chest was bare Denji swiped his thumb over your nipple, making you shudder in pleasure. he was in awe, gazing down at your chest with those glossy, lustful eyes, just like a puppy eyeing down its favourite toy.

"lean back, okay?" you giggled, pushing his back against the grimy toilet tank as you shifted closer to him and pressed your boobs together. Denji watched with keen eyes as you scooped his dick between your tits, moving them up and down his length. a content sigh fell from his lips at the feeling; you were so warm and snug. it definitely felt ten times better than when he was using his own hand.

"does it feel good?" you asked in a honeyed voice and the blond nodded. "yea, don't stop" with a gentle hand, Denji brushed the hair from your face, tucking it behind your pointed ear. you looked like one of those elves from the movies that he saw on billboards around town.

it didn't take long for the blond to feel his orgasm building up. the heat of your skin mixed with the clammy air in the stall made his head spin, his breath growing shallow as he got closer to his high. with needy hands, he fumbled to get a hold of your breasts and huffed out an apology "'m sorry Y/N think i'm gonna cum soon. you feel so warm and ah fuck—"

without a warning, Denji's dick twitched, milky cum spilling on your tits and you did your best to keep it from dripping down onto your clothes. fuck, he really came a lot and so fast. embarrassmet was etched onto his features as he looked around for some tissues. lucky him, there were none. of course there was no toilet paper, this was the bathroom of a run-down pub in Tokyo.

you couldn't help but smile as you looked up at him– he was cute when he was worked up like that. motioning him to lean closer to you, you pressed your breasts together. "come clean me up, Denji"

his brain barely registered your command. it was as if he short-circuited. the cum dripped down your chest and you spread it along your breasts, making your skin shine in the dim light of the stall. he didn't hesitate to take your fingers into his mouth when you held them out to him, tongue swirling around your digits to collect his seed. though he cringed at the taste, the blond licked your fingers clean before moving to your chest, tracing his tongue along your breasts. the heat of his mouth against your skin made you almost delirious, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach as you bit down on your lip and laced your fingers in Denji's hair, pulling him closer. the momentum made you stumble back and you ended up sitting on the bathroom floor with your back pressed against the wooden door, the blond's mouth still latched onto your tits.

it felt oddly intimate, having this guy you met just hours ago lick your chest clean of his cum. he mumbled praises against your skin, running his hands up and down the sides of your body like you were made out of porcelain "you're so pretty" he smiled, sucking on your soft flesh and you let out a needy sigh, gently pushing him away. Denji looked taken aback for a moment, scared that he did something wrong but you quickly soothed his worries with a peck on the lips.

"i think we should go back to the others. i bet they're wondering if something happened to us"

"yea, sure. you're right" he smiled, helping you up to your feet and rubbing the remnants of saliva off your chest with the sleeve of his shirt. you quickly got dressed up, helping him arrange his disheveled clothes and clean himself up before returning to the others.

despite your initial concern, no one seemed to notice you've been absent for that long. they were too caught up in conversation. still, as you sat back down at the table, one of the girls gave you a worried look. "are you guys okay?"

"yea, Denji felt sick and threw up, but he's okay now. you know what drinking for the first time is like" you clarified, straight up lying to your colleague's face but she accepted your answer with a nod.

"well, i'm glad you're okay now" she adressed the blond but he was too busy staring into his lap to register her words. when he looked back up he caught you eyes from across the table and gave you a weak smile. that was surely a night he'd never forget.

[dare-to-dm]

I'm pretty sure I know which one is going to win, but I'm still curious.

Inspired by a dream I had in which I was playing with my beloved K'Nex. The feeling was immediately so recognizable and satisfying.

I had several of these growing up. Definitely tell me what I missed!

[a4g]

[codename-adler]

oh the babes game is on

aftg rarepairs #1 here

[edgy-ella]

[maddymoreau]

[craycraybluejay]

Would it be so terrible to love the right person in every way, even the wrong ways?

Ok! Fun philosophy poll!

To what extent would you break your personal code of ethics or morals/defend the breaking of this code for the person you love the most? Not second-most. Not third-most. The person you are most loyal to.

[ipictureitsoftandiache]

[NOT your personal favorite, but the most Taylor Swift™️ Taylor Swift song, in your opinion]

[malevolententity]

with my own various language learning experiences both in and out of school it got me thinking! if youre a non-native english speaker, did you learn any english in school? what version?

i wonder just because when i was in school we had the option of a few languages and one of them was german but specifically we learned high german, not low german. and it got me wondering, if english was offered as a language in your school are you told what version youre learning or do you just figure it out after speaking with native speakers?

reblogs are appreciated! sound off in the tags with anything else you feel like!

[mhaynoot]

[freakinator]

wemmbu: *breaking out*

spoke: *talking about droplet torture*

[hephaesta]

Filing taxes...

Question: What to do tomorrow?

Response: Finish Deema's taxes.

Finishing Deema's taxes had taken you longer than you'd like. You'd had to amend the last few years after she had discovered (or 'discovered', and you're not sure which bothers you more) a diary of expenses going back a few years, and long arguments about deductions ('Everyday shoes aren't a business expense!') set you back even further.

'Sign here,' you tell Deema the next morning after breakfast, and place another statement in front of her.

'You should be able to forge my signature by now,' she grumbles as she marks her name.

'Nope.'

'Nobody up here cares,' she adds.

'I'm still a registered bookkeeper,' you say. 'I've got my ethics.' You still don't know if you'll renew your registration.

'Bookkeepers can't complete tax returns.'

'Bookkeepers who aren't also accountants can't provide it as a service. And you're not paying me. This is just your apprentice helping you out.'

She mutters something that sounds suspiciously like 'I hate you,' and signs the next statement.

--

You carefully pack Deema's returns into your trusty pack and walk into the town hall.

A tired looking clerk nods vaguely as she half-listens to you explain that you're lodging current and amended returns. She flicks through your stack of papers and lets you know they'll be processed within a few weeks.

Your over-explaining must have alerted her somewhat to your background because before you leave she says, 'There's information on becoming a tax help volunteer on the noticeboard in the foyer.'

--

Before leaving the cottage you had armed yourself with a brush to scrape paint off the rocks. It doesn't have to be a good job, you reason, just enough of a job to interrupt the sigil. Still, remembering the volume of rocks you painted puts you off enough to start near the platform where you can at least take comfort in the sight and smell of the sea.

It's when you're sitting cross-legged in the dirt scrubbing a stone that you hear a sharp whistle and look up. Lex is at the top of the stairs, looking bedraggled and exhausted, and they point to the stone in your hand with a raised eyebrow.

You shrug and wave them over. You're not sure how to communicate 'currently scrubbing sigils.'

'What are you up to?' Lex asks as they squat down next to you.

'Scrubbing the paint off these rocks.'

They take a moment to think that over. 'How did the paint go on?'

'Ah. Me.' Before they can rib you you ask, 'Nice swim?'

'Nope. Fell in.' They don't bother to wring water out. 'That's a lot of rocks,' they say, probably before you can rib them.

'Don't get me started,' you sigh.

Celebrating this story's one year anniversary by talking about taxes #adulting #worldbuilding

[zahroreadsthings]

Study session...

Question: Do you go?

Response: Yeah. Time to learn about geography too, I guess.

In the end there's no point in staying - the only prize for winning this competition was clout. You both take up Sol on his offer, Dessa more enthusiastically than you.

It's easy enough to lead the way to the library but you fumble when it's time to find books on weather - you've only used Deema's before.

Sol pats you on the shoulder sympathetically and goes to speak with a librarian while you and Dessa find a table.

'You have a real talent for poking holes in solutions, Dessa,' he says when he returns, a small stack of books in his arms. He doesn't sound the least bit annoyed.

'I have to! Almost everything's written for you coastal folk. I make so many notes in my books I basically wrote them. You coastal folks have it easy.' She giggles behind her hand at Sol's surprise. 'It's true! I don't have the sea to moderate temperature.'

That hadn't occurred to you; you've lived by the sea all your life. You jot that down in your notebook.

'And altitude,' Sol says. 'Air gets thinner and colder the higher you go.'

'And if there's, say, valleys where cold air pools,' Dessa continues.

Sol nods along as he flips through a book. 'Rain shadow, valleys, basins... all things you look out for where you are?'

She nods confirmation.

They carry on while you flip through the book in front of you. It has more detail than you think you'll ever need, but you diligently take notes regardless. Who knows what you might need to know when finding Deema's samples?

An hour passes and the library closes. Your notebook is full of notes to go over... but you think you can also get your mittens finished tonight.