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Ren Hana Info Dump 🦊

An archive of canon Ren information from Gato’s old blogs! (with some Strade/Law here and there)

Apologies for some bad quality, some of these I got from other people after her pages were taken down, so they might not look the best.

Screenshots under the cut:

Many of these are referenced in my writing, or at least they will be ;)

Should I make a part 2? There’s a lot more, I’ve been collecting these forever. If only there was no photo limit-

I just thought I would share my obsession, and I hope someone found this useful :]

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I love Ren Hana.

Ren Hana my love.

I forgive Fox.

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YKMET: STRADE/ BOYFRIEND TO DEATH 2 SHORT ANGST PROMPT

WARNING: CANNIBALISM, MENTION OF SLITTING SKIN, VERY HIGH AMOUNT OF STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, angst.

characters mentioned: YOU, Strade, Ren

MINORS DNI 18+

IN NO WAY THIS PROMPT/FANFICTION IS ENDORSING STOCKHOLM SYNDROME OR ROMANTICISING THE ABUSERS! THIS WRITING IS JUST A MEAN OF CREATIVE VENTURE.

Note: I accept request hihi. English not my first language.

A Drag Path, but its you and Ren seeing Strade dying in the basement.

The reluctance to help him because living with him has always been confusingly scary.

Because for once, you, and perhaps Ren too, let the mind wanders on what tomorrow will feel like with guaranteed freedom.

Without the fear of being shocked that feels like it’s aiming death.

But as Strade’s blood pooled down the cement of his basement, it gnaws in both of you of how much your heart fear losing him even more.

Because the pain was translated too much as love,

as if it has never been properly studied before.

You, of course, broke down as well. Hurrying to his cold body, as you let the most ugly cry out.

“P…please..!!! Don’t leave me..!!”

Eventually, your hands covered in his blood.

The only part of him that is warm.

You bring it to your lips, sucking in sadness, licking in fear.

Swallowing the metallic taste that ignites your dread for the freedom tomorrow.

What will happen tomorrow?

If there’s no Strade?

Your cries fade to soft hiccups, and your soul was sucked out of your eyes, leaving it plain in hopelessness.

Your face pressed to the cold cement, where his blood pooled—so warm, coppery…

‘Is this how you feel like on the inside?’

Meanwhile Ren was steadying his breath, taking Strade’s hunter knife that was intimately personal to both of you, and pressed the tip on his chest.

He gave it a nice pressure, making sure not to injure his heart—

—and slitting the line across his chest.

You watched Ren’s final love performed as he tore Strade’s laceration with his claws.

Mangling whatever bones that guarding his dead heart.

He’s sniffling, the entire body of him shaking as he tore the heart apart. Smushing it on his face, crying onto how much he doesn’t know what to do next.

The blood you laid on is getting cold—mimicking the warmth of Strade’s dead body.

Chomping

Chomping

That’s when you heard it.

Chomping noises, and the lovely burgundy that coats Ren’s mouth.

“Why didn’t you leave me a slice” you were about to say.

But nothing came out.

Your weak arms ascend from the cement, blood sticking to your skin, trying to reach him.

Him, who mourns the emptiness of his palm, painted in beautiful shade of Strade’s.

It’s scary.

Because tomorrow is unknown.

Terrifyingly unknown.

END

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To celebrate the release of Obey Me Lucifer Sinner’s Choice (trailer) here’s are some of YOUR life in Devildom Headcanons! PT.1

Contains: possibly nsfw. Either way to me, minors dni.

Note: not balanced screen time. Meaning some brothers may appear less in this headcanons. But don’t worry this is just part 1. Feel free to ask requests!

!English is not my first language!

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1) If you have public Devilgram account: you wouldn’t be outrightly as famous as The Seven Brothers, but you WOULD garner quite a following number because of your reputation with the characters.

Some of your followers even would jokingly leave a ship comment of you and the characters (and Mammon would always get comically possessive to any comments that ships you with someone else than him)

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2) Honestly, Mammon used your bed more than you. Yeah, he got a better room. But hey, nothing beats your smell.

He claims your bed was annoyingly softer than his only for Leviathan to call him out that he was just trying to relieve the times on when he was sleeping on the bed with you.

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3) Asmodeus had done some makeup tutorial on your face and posted it on Deviltube. Only to get taken down because ‘too many inappropriate words and gesture’

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4) Your relationship with Lucifer is passive aggressive especially in the house.

You’d be sarcastic about the way he sips his coffee even though it was silent, and he would say “sorry I didn’t know you have super-hearing tendency considering you’d always up to mischief despite my lecture”

AND THEN—you’d mockingly mumble something incoherent as Lucifer placed down his cup in annoyance and stares at you. You’d look anywhere but him, innocently, like you’ve done nothing wrong.

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5) Some incubi and succubi did had a crush on you. Some even put love letters under your desk or go all the way of asking you out with grand gestures. (Ganging up on you, professed love, with their friends putting up ‘PLEASE DATE ME’ banner).

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6) (Prior to Number 5 headcanons):

The brothers would be DEEPLY affected. When you suddenly doll up and said “oh I’m going out” and they said “with who?” and you goes like “someone asked me on a date and I’m like, why not?”.

Mammon would probably go BALLISTIC and stalks you the entire date. Other brothers would want to stop it too, especially Lucifer, but he realised how that poorly reflects his image and would just bury himself in paperwork more and was easily angered.

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7) Beelzebub takes the LONGEST dump. You even fell asleep while waiting for him to finish at RAD’s washroom before walking back home.

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8) If you and Mammon gets overly flirty, his head was basically within the clouds, as if he’s on drug.

You took these opportunities to film him while he’s in that ‘flirty, soft boy state’ to show him the next time he says he won’t admit he loves you.

His response to these videos are usually: trying to steal your phone away and says “promise me ya wont SHOW IT TO ANYONE”

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9) Belphegor cuddles you all the time like you’re his mother. (Widely known by everyone to be honest)

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10) Beelzebub would come to the kitchen when you were cooking and asks “sample?”

You said “no” (stress enough that you had to cook a super xxxl large portion because of Beel hunger. )

Mammon would visit the kitchen and goes “smells so good whatcha doin’?” and silently eat some of the unfinished stuff.

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11) Lucifer gives you a fixed monthly allowance as a gratitude of your presence in the family…precisely, in his life.

He gets a bit possessive if he finds out you’re short of money—If it’s because of reckless spending, he won’t give you extra allowance and would pay for your needs himself. This is his way of….disciplining you with money.

11.5) Despite that, Lucifer loves to spoil you though. Such a contradiction

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Last but not least: Diavolo has baby-fever. And would look at you with pouted looks if there’s baby nearby and you’d be like “WHAT?!”

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TO BE CONTINUED

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His heavy hand pressed against my back until I was bent over the table. 

Strade: Do you know know what this is? 

MC: It's...a tablesaw.

Strade: Correct! :D 

Strade: Well...It's a machine.

I felt a finger touch the back of my head. 

Strade: I really love machines.  Did I ever tell you that? >:)

The finger started drawing circles absent mindedly on the back of my skull. 

MC: No, you didn't actually, you should tell me a lot more about it instead of- 

He chuckled but his fingers also clasped the back of my neck.

Strade: I like to pull them apart and figure them out. But there's more to it than that...

His wistful tones felt so out of place, pushed against a motionless saw. 

Strade: Machines are all made by people. For a purpose, a...ah...Intention! 

He began to stroke my head like some kind of pet. 

Strade: Mmm, I love to look for that intention. The reason people make what they make. Why they do what they do. 

I didn't really know what he was trying to say, but I wasn't too eager for him to stop talking. 

Strade: What do you feel when you look at that blade? 

"Scared!"

He laughed.

Strade: Well, that's (totally) normal I guess! :D Not very good though, right? >:) Even if I wasn't about to turn it on and push you into it. 

I stiffed, and a cold bead of sweat rolled down my back. 

Strade: People think machines are ugly. More than ugly...Hmmm...Repulsive. People make the machines, but they don't want to look at them. I find that very interesting. But it does make some sense, doesn't it? >:) Intentions can be very ugly.

A click, a high pitched mechanical scream, and the saw came to life right in front of my face...

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Woo..i..ihope this creator doesnt do gone wild audio…o..ooouu…18+ gone wild audio…wooo…w..wooo

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I have a strong urge to make a yandere typa fic about Lawrence in series

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I love strade so much I puke a poem

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OBEY ME MAMMON FUNNY SHORT ONESHOT:

-in which he accidentally knocked down your expensive makeup palette that Lucifer gave you for your birthday and now he’s watching DevilTube tutorial on how to restore it.

Tags: profanity, slight comedic nsfw, short imagines.

DevilTube: and so you have to sterile it with alcohol…

Mammon: *using Lucifer demonus*

Hours later:

Somehow, somehow, your makeup palette is on fire.

Mammon: shit. SHIT!

After a long, exhausting day of surviving in RAD, you entered the House of Lamentation with a fatigue headache as you opened your door but a figure at the other side of the door IMMEDIATELY shove it back close.

You: What the fuck—?! WHO IS IN MY ROOM?!

*BANG BANG*

You knocked down hard “MAMMON I KNOW ITS YOU”

Mammon’s pov:

“MAMMON I KNOW ITS YOU”

He is practically trembling to death now that you EXPLICITLY KNOW he is inside.

“Promise me ya wont get mad if i letcha in!”

“Mammon that is MY ROOM”

“I KNOW! B..BUT YOU’RE GON’ KICK MY ASS IF YOU…KNOW WHAT HAPPENED”

You took a deep breath. You know a big shit happened if he acts this way. “Whatever you did, I’m not gonna judge okay! It’s okay if you accidentally burn my bed. As long as its not because of my clothes or makeup”

Mammon felt like fate is LAUGHING HARD and throwing pebbles at him to mock his fate. He slapped his own forehead hearing your ‘reassurance’.

“So, please just open okay? I’m tired—“ you assure him.

Mammon gathered all of his courage as he tries to be upfront “Y…ya gonna get MAD! I..its about…y..ya makeup…”

And he immediately shrieked as you suddenly yelled from the other side “WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY DAMN MAKEUP”

He locks the door as he kneels in front of your burnt palette and tried to scoop the ashes in the disfigured eyeshadow tray. His heartbeat threatened to leap from his body and his demonic bones are now like a gelatine dessert.

“P…pl..please..! M..m..miracle…!” He mumbled to himself as the door banged with your threats like “OPEN THIS DOOR MAMMON I SWEAR TO GO—“

And the door open.

The sound of lock being picked and the creaks of it basically takes 300 years of Mammon’s life expectancy away. His body froze, neck paralysed. He could NOT turn and face you.

Apparently Satan and Asmo at the back peeks from the opened door as you entered. (Yes you guess it right. Satan did a spell to unlock it)

And with that, Mammon closed his eyes and imagine his favourite casino one last time before he feels your hands fisting his scalp as you yanked it in multiple directions repeatedly.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! DO YOU KNOW I PLAN TO USE THAT TOMORROW?!”

“IT HURTS! IT HURTS! LET MY HEAD GO!”

“LET YOUR HEAD GO?! I’LL GRAB YOUR NUTS NEXT”

And you really did.

While satan and Asmo watched as a free entertainment. “We love you y/n”

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Translations for Strade’s Text in This Is Not Romance

I gathered all of this shit, so here we go. Also, apologies in advance because this is going to be a very long post.

***DISCLAIMER: All of this belongs to @gatobob​ ***

**WARNING: CONTAINS BLOOD, GORE, AND OTHER TRIGGERING THEMES.**

“You should be more careful.”

“Come on, there’s a couple live ones down there.”

“NOW.”

“Ha, I see you back there. Come out and play!”

“N-No! Wait! Don’t-”

“Get over here, pet.”

“Come here.”

“I want to see some girl on girl.” (This possibly refers to Raven?)

“You’re disobeying me?”

“Really?”

“I’m wondering what good you are to me alive, then. I bet I could keep the important parts warm.”

“Hahaha! Run!”

The machines read “Beg” and “Cry.” Nice touch, Gato.

“Wai-”

“Se…lin…”

“You belong to me. FOREVER!”

This page is a bit of a trip, so I’m going to break it up into pieces.

“[EMERGENCY] PERSONAL DATA BACKUP.”

“Place hand. Remove personal lock. > Your body may not be recoverable in emergency situations.”

“Fully armed.”

Also, the very left side of the screen only has the decipherable letters “…narmed.”

“Selin! Selin! Look! It’s Strade~”

I hope this helped anyone that wanted to know what these said and didn’t have access to translate it themselves. Also, for the Strade addicts that need to know every little bit about Strade.

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I feel so liberating after gooning to a niche fictional character.

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IS IT OVER NOW?

A *slightly?* OBEY ME ANGST FIC (Part 1)

"You dreamed of my mouth when it calls you a lying traitor"

In which: you caught Mammon with someone else, but did you even have the right to be mad?

Pairing: Mammon x Fem Mc

Tags: maybe slightly angst? A little bit of comedy. Heavy tension. Lots of profanity usage. Slight nsfw.

!If have audience potential will be put into series!

Warning: this part didn't have a smut (yet) but / still think its only for 18+ above

Author note: hungry.

Obey Me Location Wiki | Refer

~Enjoy~

DEVILDOM, 4:30 P.M

One of your average activity in Devildom is having to come to the Central Plaza with the brothers.

Sometimes it’s against your will. But you never really minded as you barely have to spend any money going out with these brothers that never thinks twice before spending money on you.

But today, things turns out different.

At first it was Asmodeus that begs you to come with him because Coco Bunel launched a new perfume line and says “they definitely got that inspiration from ME! Did you see the bottle and the color?!” But then Satan heard it and says “Oh yeah there will be a meet and greet session with my favourite author. I’ll come along” which then Beel steps in and says “I wanna come too. Hell’s Kitchen special buffet event”.

So, that’s how you ended up here, walking with three powerful demon as Asmo never stops bragging about his influential in cosmetic worlds, Beelzebub’s stomach growling like Cerebus (that made three kids cry) and Satan that is awfully quiet (which just mean he is UTTERLY excited)

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“OH MY GOD”

Asmo points out at the huge picture of the new perfume release by Coco Bunel.

It was absolutely…Asmodeus to be honest.

That was your first thought when you saw how the bottle curves and the concoction inside it is seemingly white with soft pink sparkles swirling inside. Even the cap matches Asmo’s hair color.

“I’m going in! You guys go without me!” He exclaimed, scurrying to the luxury retail store, leaving you alone. How weird. Usually he’d grab your hand as well.

“Damn that’s insane” you whistled while eyeing the board. “Guys that’s literally Asmodeus. He can win the case if he tried to sue—“

You turned your head back to speak directly to Beelzebub and Satan.

But they too—are gone.

And like a comedy film, all you can see is a blinking outline character of them at the spot they once stood in.

“What the hell?”

And somewhere in a corner, you heard a screaming lady, presumably a waitress in Hell’s Kitchen

At the other side of the unknown corner, the voice of a male worker stuttering:

“Sir…please get in line like everyone else…”

Along with a reply that sounds A LOT like Satan:

“What do you mean?! I KNOW this author with my own blood!”

…

You groan. Better NOT try to mingle with these troublemakers for now.

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It’s just you alone.

You sighed. “Should I call Mammon..?” You speak to yourself.

Your cheek immediately heats up. “Tch—!” You tried to brush it off.

Your friendship with Mammon is…a bit wonderfully complicated. Both of you didn’t particularly declared a lover, but most of the time when you ‘friendly cuddled’ him on his couch, watching whatever movie is there to see on his big screen, heart to heart, you knew even he know this isn’t casual.

Come on, his thumb was brushing on your shoulders during that. You laid your head on his chest, his chin rests on your head.

Whenever he feels down, or just randomly, almost often—he’d come to your room, immediately throwing his face on your chest to ‘calm himself down’. He claims “ya body heat is therapeutic” and you would smirk while pulling out your D.D.D, and he would immediately pull himself away from you because “nobody can see me like that!” But you’d often just lock his head on your chest as he trashes around screaming “Y/N! LEMME GO—I SWEAR—ARE YOU RECORDING?! STOP IT”

And not to mention every single time Mammon says something cryptic like

“Listen, I…don’t wanna this to end”

“Tch…come on don’t make me say it out loud!”

You would just laugh and goes “what the hell are you talking about”

Oh you know what he’s talking about.

Yet you never force him to say it out loud.

Because the thrill of ambiguity is just deliciously confusing.

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You take out your D.D.D. Does Mammon updated anything on his social media? Not that you care, it was just a friendly curiosity.

You opened Devilgram, and clicks on his profile. There was only one update on his main account story. It was posted three hours ago.

It’s a picture of poker cards on table with some fancy drink at side and tokens stacked and lightly scattered. Maybe he’s hanging out at the casino again. It’s not a new knowledge.

The sigh was even more subtle when you turn off your phone, knowing Mammon is probably busy with his money-making hobby and you care enough not to interrupt. A part of you is a bit disappointed that Mammon wasn’t here.

Life goes on and so does today. So you decided to just take a stroll around and maybe entertainment will come on its own.

It takes you just five minutes before you spotted a popular cafe that you never had the chance to go with the brothers. It wasn’t particularly a cute small cafe but rather a large, busy diner.

“Damn, that’s gotta be pricy” you muttered to yourself. If only any of the brothers tagged along, you’ll have the chance to eat here without paying anything.

Another spoiled sigh escape your mouth, then your eyes moves to a small ice cream stand beside it that is lonely—clearly contrasting the liveliness from the cafe. But hey, this kind of stand usually sells cheap, delicious ice cream!

Something caught your eyes when you walked to the ice cream stand, seeing the inside of its see through glass…and a male that look a lot like Mammon.

No, not a lookalike. That IS Mammon.

It was just a small fire in you that wants to come up to him and joins, but that fire dies easily when your iris moves to a figure next to him.

A succubus…? No. Two.

One succubus next to him had her hands clutching to Mammon’s subtly bulged biceps, which is extremely rude because Mammon knows fully well how much you love when it hugs you during ‘friendly’ cuddles.

The other succubus, oh the other succubus is even more insane.

She picks up the small spoon meant for the dessert they ordered, slowly brings it to her lips as she stick her tongue out to lick it while maintaining eye contact with Mammon. Shamelessly then, she uses that spoon to cut a small chunk of the dessert, and brings it to Mammon’s mouth.

That, lit a whole fire in your arcing wire.

And it burns you down when Mammon opened his mouth to accept that disgusting sweet.

You should have turned away, it would be better. He is not entirely wrong as well. You guys had never declared any sort of attachment.

But something in you tells yourself to swallow this vividly to wake up your fool-headed mind.

Before Mammon could even bite down, like a cosmic intervention, his eyes shots to a random distance, and that random distance happened to be you staring at him with a grimaced expression.

And he stops whatever he did, eyes locked at you, and seemingly know he fucks up.

You couldn’t hear what he says when he immediately stands up and his mouth moving, as if trying to explain already. His two dates were confuse of his sudden changes but he doesn’t give a shit to mask it in front of them.

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MAMMON POV:

“Fuck!” The first thing he said when he saw you standing at the random corner he meant to look mindlessly.

“What—?” The first succubus questioned, but Mammon ignored as he immediately stands up making the second succubus’s grip around his biceps off harshly, earning her a scrunched face. “Mammon what the h—“

“Shit..! Why ya here..? This isn’t how it’s like!” Mammon effort to mouth you those words were definitely futile. He knows that.

Oh he knows how WRONG this all seems like. He knows even if the words were visibly heard by you, it would just hurt more than this mouthing things he did.

“Y/n—!” his arms tries to reach you in a split second when you turned around and run away to leave. “Shit shit—!” He panics, looking for a way out when his two exits were blocked by the figure of the two succubus he hangs out with.

But the situation was on dire and he desperately need to chase after you.

Unfortunately, the second succubus didn’t get the hint he was trying to get out. “Mammon what the hell happened?! What about this food? If you go who will pay—“

“Fuck it, MOVE!” he yells at her. Crashing her body rudely even though she’s a woman. The two of them were stunned as seeing Mammon runs to the exit hurriedly.

“…”

“I didn’t bring any card to pay for these” the first succubus admits.

“So did I” her friend grimly agrees.

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“Y/n!” you heard his stupid, slightly raspy voice coming from behind. It’s so annoying now. His baritone feels like a music that you had gone sick of it because of how much it plays before.

But the difference is you only feel this way as a cope to not miss how the way it lies to you.

No time for tears, your mind screaming. So when his voice growing nearer, your eyes clamped shut to gather whatever courage left reside in your soul after using almost all of it witnessing him with other girls.

“Y/n—fuck—!” His hand reaches your shoulder, and he expects a shrug, and even that the kindest reaction he believes he could get.

But no, you were standing perfectly still.

In a small alleyway, away from the Central Plaza lively community.

You didn’t say anything or do anything. Your words caught in your throat before any words even spoke to each other. Your head feels frozen in a reason you don’t even know. Perhaps even looking at him reminds you of how many times you’ve worn a clown’s suit.

Mammon notices the silence. His ragged breath slowly catching to his rest. In a soft plea, he begged “y/n please, talk”

“Of what?” your voice low, not confronting anything. Your neck muscle finds the courage to look at him over your shoulder. “I’m just trying to go back to the House of Lamentation. Are you joining?”

You are not playing pretend. You have understood this situation in the split second the moment you saw the whole betrayal—it was Mammon’s life and he’s not yours.

“wha—y/n dammit! I don't like it when ya actin' dumb!”

“So what you wanted me to act like a whore?”You finally turned to him, a muscle in your jaw twitch from holding back anger.

“You wanted me to pick a spoon, lick it and shove it in your mouth?“ your voice raised a little—not quite yet a full blown yelling. But a controlled, unkempt anger.

“Y/n I swear to whatever Lord is up there, I ain't havin' nothin' with them girls.” Mammon forehead profusely sweating. Perhaps from the chase, or the guilt itself.

Your arms crossed. “I don’t really care.” “Why should I? Your love life isn’t my damn business. We’re just friends”

Mammon seems to gone speechless. His chest still expand visibly whenever he breathes—a great sign this situation bothers him so much that even standing making him breathless like it’s a run.

“L—listen..! I..I was just..! Ya know…! They was friends from the casino and—! I never talked to 'em before! I—!” Mammon attempt to explain himself greatly backfires him. When he chases you, lots of excuses comes in his mind, millions and trillions that he generates in a way he thinks you could excuse him.

But now that he had the chance to talk.

All his mind could ever think is the guilt when he saw your face, looking at him with controlled anger.

And since he knew you better, perhaps a bottled sadness tucked in behind the iris.

“So it’s like that? You’re gonna let every other woman throw herself on you?” Your eyebrows raised. Eyes looking up at him—dry from the courage, red from the bravery.

“I didn't think, okay! Ya always hangin' out with my brother so I think I deserve a break from seein' ya throwin' yourself on 'em!”

Oh boy.

“EXCUSE ME?!” Your voice struggle to get a grip and began to shake. “Oh my god Mammon, just call me a whore if you WANTED TO!”

“I’m NOT sayin’ you a damn whore! You put that word in ya mouth YOURSELF.”

“BECAUSE I CAN READ BETWEEN THE FUCKING LINE YOU WOMANISER DEMON”

Mammon couldn’t come up with anything for that specific title you gave him. And your chest seemingly to expand even bigger than Mammon when you breathe, hinting how much this now also fucks with you.

“Are you just fucking stupid thinking whatever the fuck I let you did to me didn’t mean any damn thing?!” You questioned him back.

“Ya never tell me y/n! Ya never initiatin’ nothin’! Ya never sayin’ I look good or complimentin’ my style when ya know damn well I was tryna impress ya!” the demon speaks carelessly.

He knows damn well it’s not like that, but the ego in him, inherits from Lucifer, made him want to convince to himself that he’s also a victim. “Ya NEVER shows reaction!”

Your laugh bursts with sarcasm. “Oh it’s like that huh? By your logic if I suck a dick with straight face it means I don’t feel anything?”

Mammon’s eyebrow frowns “the hell ya talkin’ about?!”

“You know what let me grab whatever demon near us and drag him here and I’ll suck his dick in front of you with straight face. Hey it doesn’t mean anything because I DIDNT SHOW REACTION!” You threat, and you actually tried to walk back to the plaza.

But Mammon already caught your arms.”Don’t”

“LET ME GO—! YOU DICKHEAD, LET ME GO!” You thrash around, recoiling from his grip. You would gladly endure the depths of hell before ever enduring his touch.

Mammon strong arms grips yours thats flailing to the air trying to break free of him. His body was assaulted by your punches and pushes. It was actually painful that Mammon lets out few grunted moan whenever you hit him.

But his hands never let you go.

“You ain't gon' be suckin' nobody else's dick!”

“Oh and YOU get to be touched by other sluts?!”

“They were just friends! I need someone to be with me and you just spent all ya time with my brothers!!”

“GODDAMMIT MAMMON I LOVED YOU”

Your arms stop struggling, and Mammon’s grip softened around your delicate skin.

The alleyway feels bigger somehow even though it’s a small walled space. Mammon’s chest seems to tighten, his greedy at born heart trying to leap out of his body, beating vigorously as if attempting to jump out of his mouth. The world around him began to stare at his guilt back, something he has been avoiding in this whole situation.

“What” and yet, that’s the only thing that came out of him.

“I fucking LOVED you” you sobbed in a choke, and along with it were your eyes shining like a cracked glass from the built up tears.

Your heart pumped as potently as Mammon, but not that it wants to jump out of you. Rather, it’s finally pumping out the sadness you’ve been bottled.

“How could you lay down on my chest and expects us to stay as friend, Mammon. How—?!”

“How could you let me cuddle with you almost every fucking day, movies or not, and thinks all I am was just a friend..?”

“How COULD you sleep with me on MY BED, and I let your hand touch me everywhere you like and you see me lesser than the bitches at that cafe?!”

By now, you realised both of your eyes has leaked with tears that you have been so ashamed from the start.

Your face loses all its composure to stay poker and unaffected. Now all shown to him is a perfect, vulnerable state of you in which the pieces gradually falls apart.

Mammon had only one thing in his mind:

How fucking stupid he is.

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His legs wobbled, and it didn’t take too long before he submit to the overwhelming guilt and kneel in front of you, his hands holding tightly around your wrist, his face looks at you hoping you’d look back at him—but you clearly can’t.

The asphalt is the safest sight you could bet.

“Shit—shit I’m sorry—!” He choked a sob. “I’m stupid. I’m fuckin’ stupid..! I—“

Before he can even say anything, your arms slowly withdraws from his touch, the shoulders that were tense from pretend, now shaking with cries. You cannot accept what happened just from a simple, guilty sorry. This is all too much to decide spontaneously.

“Don’t chase me, Mammon. I won’t ever forgive you if you did”

Your sobs dies from the alleyway little by little as your walks further away from him.

He couldn’t find a reason to get up for now, and he let himself drown in shame.

The Great Mammon don’t take order from nobody—

—but for once, that word chagrined him to his bones.

Will he survive this mess?

To be continued

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Part 2: Aftermath, Tension of unforgivness, recklessness of behaviour themed

Author note: if this get to be a series be ready to witness Mammon’s toxic side. Will he progress to be better?

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I wanna be in btd/ykmet strade fandom so bad but i havent played tpof because of the high conversion rate so no money lol and im scared id just be a larper 💔💔💔

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Someone broke my heart.

Do any of Obey Me fans want an ANGST fanfic where you and Lucifer had INTENSE fights because of his jealousy on your situationship with Diavolo?

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“IS IT CASUAL NOW?” - BLEACH CHARACTERS HEADCANON

“It’s hard being casual when my favourite bra lives in your dresser”

In which: you and them were just friends with benefits, the kisses, the way they hold your body, it is all just casual…or is it?

Mentioned: Kuchiki Byakuya, Kenpachi Zaraki, Muguruma Kensei, Shunsui Kyoraku, Kisuke Urahara

Warning: Contains NSFW, cursing, heavy heavy heavy angst.

Body reference for y/n : women figure

Author’s note: Hello, first post on this account. I used to be in the Obey Me fandom but I deleted the account along with all my best work huhu. Also I am multi-fandom. Bleach, Haikyuu and Obey me! Drop a follow if you want more content!

1. Kuchiki Byakuya

Of course the sexual relationship you both had is a secret. He’s the Head of the Kuchiki clan, the noblest of them all.

The first night when his restraint finally stripped away, his mouth crashed against yours with such precise, aching longing. His hands mapped your body dirtily dignified. It’s impossible to believe it’s casual. And it never stays just one time.

It’s maddening.

At night he caresses you like a husband, makes love to you like you’re his forever.

But when dawn breaks and you both return to duty, his eyes snap back to that cold, hated gaze and his tone turning sickeningly formal.

It’s as if last night never happened.

As if he didn’t just devour your mouth breathlessly, whispering “you’re the very reason I cannot stop this.”

Yet the moment it ends, he repeats it like a mantra: “This matter is casual. Do not mistake it for affection.” Over and over, after every sex. Like he’s reminding himself more than you.

Kuchiki Byakuya keeps you at arm’s length emotionally, even as his body betrays him night after night when he calls for you. You leave the Kuchiki Manor feeling so damn cherished… and so fucking invisible at the same time.

He will never admit. No, not even to himself…that he needs you far beyond casual.

…Or will he?

2. Kenpachi Zaraki

“You’re so crazy.” “That kind of guy would just toss you once he’s done.”

That’s what you heard from Rangiku, or maybe Lisa, every time you went out with them and mentioned how you and Kenpachi were still fuck buddies.

Yes, Kenpachi is brutal in bed that it makes you feel wanted in the rawest way.

His kisses always end in bites, on your lips or your skin. He fucks you like how he fight. Hard, powerful, never holding back. That cocky grin spreads across his face every time you claw his back or scream his name, babbling stupid things that will haunt you in the morning.

But what no one knows is how surprisingly soft he is in his own feral, animalistic way.

He may not clean you up, but he’ll toss you a towel. He’ll bring you your favourite drink without a word. You stay on his bed the entire night, clinging to his body while he lets you. He never explains why. And it doesn’t stop at the bed.

He’d drags you to eat with him in the 11th Division barracks, arm slung around you as he watches his squad train, talking to you like it’s nothing…

Like he’s not afraid to show everyone you’re the one he chose for his bed.

Yet you mistranslates it as love.

When you finally say something about it, all he gives you is:

“We’re just fuckin’ around.”

“I ain’t lookin’ for love.”

It fucks with you.

Because the way he said it looks like EVERYTHING he’d done, every time he showed you off, suddenly meaningless. Just casual.

When the truth settles in cold, you stop visiting his barracks.

Sex fades from once a day..

To once a week…

To once a month…

To never.

Kenpachi definitely notices. Would he regret it, though?

3. Kensei Muguruma

This gruff, no-nonsense captain’s mask of discipline is as unbreakable as his Hollow mask.

He approaches your secret sexual relationship like it has strict rules. Less violent than Kenpachi, but every thrust carries meaning.

He eats you out on his desk, looking up at you as if he’s swallowing more than just your juices…as if he’s also swallowing your writhing face too.

He pins you to the office couch, growling your name.

“fuck…” like it slipped out as a confession.

Every time you pass out, he cleans you thoroughly. No one, not even you, knows if he lingers, staring at your sleeping face, or if the way he touches you has slowly changed, like he wants more than a fuck buddy.

If you survived his rounds, he’s the one pulling you close, rubbing soft circles on your arms, letting you trace the scars on his abs. Muttering that he doesn’t do hookups often.

His vulnerability leaks more and more after sex, especially when you’re lying next to him.

Eventually, when you ask for clarity because lately sex with him feels like so much more, especially with how extra jealous he gets when you mention another guy carelessly, he stares down at you, rough and guarded.

“Don’t you ever mistake this for more than just casual.”

“I don’t do relationships. It’s messy.”

But all you can repeat, voice breaking, is:

“But did you love me?” over and over… because he can’t answer.

“If I knew you’d expect more, I would never have fucked you,” he snaps.

Your mouth slams shut. The tension boils, then simmers into ice as the room goes cold when you walk away.

Ever since, he only sees you from afar, living your life while you avoid him at all costs. Kensei has a terrible habit of saying things he doesn’t mean the second his anger kicks in.

Will he ever try to make it right?

4. Shunsui Kyoraku

This smoothest motherfucker doesn’t even realise how big a deal it is to you. His annoying charm works one night… and then every night after, wooing you so effortlessly. His lips have probably tasted thousands before you, but when he first puts his mouth on you, it’s like he’s known you for centuries. As if this exact style of kiss was made only for you, not the others. He drags sex out slow, whispering “I don’t want to lose you yet,” groping your breasts, playing with your nipples like your body is better than anything that’s ever existed. The way he compliments you while fucking achingly deep, saying no one has ever felt like you, makes you feel like you’re his first.

This bastard shows up at your barracks with flowers and that cocky grin, saying he misses you. Sends Nanao to give you gifts: “Captain said something repulsive I refuse to tell you” and you laugh until your sides hurt. Charming old man who never goes out of style.

Then one unfortunate night, you cuddle into him after sex and murmur, “I could do this forever.” Shunsui chuckles softly, exhaling. “Ah yes… but this is all just a fun time, darling.” You swear you felt real love in every touch, every tease but how can he treat it so casually?

You never argue when he says it. He just kisses you in that way that shuts you up. So instead you stop showing up. You reject every gift.

Maybe every night now, he drinks a little heavier, raising his cup to no one, murmuring “to y/n” into the empty air.

5. Urahara Kisuke

The king of mixed signals.

He holds you like he never wants to be exiled from your life. Sex with him is always full of surprises. Toys he created just for you, lingerie he tailored himself only to rip it off with his teeth. Every thrust, his eyes stay locked on yours, moaning like he’s in love, cupping your face, brushing tears from your cheeks when you’re overstimulated (which is often, because he gets off to your pleasure).

Out of bed, he makes you feel like the only real person breathing while everyone else just exists. He’ll say loudly, “Oh please! I don’t have a favourite! Now go train, Kurosaki-san,” while his eyes flick to you with that smirk,

As if whispering “you’re my favourite.”

He always knows exactly how you like your tea. Texts you dumb memes that make you think you’re special in his life.

Until you finally ask,

“What are we?”

And all he says is “Two people having fun. No attachments.”

You call him out on every “not-casual” thing like the way he poured his guilt out to you after sex and it always ended in a passionate kiss that derailed the whole “casual” thing.

The Urahara Shop echoes with your confrontation… then falls deafeningly silent when you leave.

You never visit anymore. The shop feels hellishly quiet. Everyone knows what Urahara feels for you is more than casual but he carries too much remorse already.

He’s terrified you’ll become the next person he loses if he lets you in any deeper.

So go…stay away as long as you want.

He’ll keep making two cups of tea… and drinking one alone, no matter how far time stretches.

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Canonically, Lucifer dyed his hair from time to time if his ends turns white.

You’re TELLING me, HE’S CANONICALLY salt and pepper guy, BUT HE DECIDED TO DYE IT BLACK?!

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“First Come, First Served.” Kensei Muguruma x Reader NSFW‼️ 18+

A/N: Hey yalll! I’m back with another smut fic as always. But, this one is a very late birthday fic for my hubby Kensei. So, I hope you enjoy it!

Synopsis: It’s Kensei’s special day for crying out loud but it took an unexpected turn.

WARNING: GRAMMAR, Big muscle man, grumpy Kensei, smut, penetration, no protection

Take your time reading and dive into the story! 🙂‍↕️

Enjoy! 💕

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The sounds of birds singing piqued your ears as you gradually wake up from your slumber. Your heavy eyes managed to open up slightly due to sleeping in the bed where the window is facing you. Your brown orbs took in the morning light from the covered window. You peeked through the fabric from afar and noticed that the sun was hidden behind the grey clouds. You weren’t sure if it had rained earlier in the morning but you laid comfortably in his bed — unwilling to go anywhere else. You glanced over the room, taking note of your surroundings. The room was dim lit by the cloudy skies that were slightly blocking the sun. A warm weight was on your side and behind you as you relished the gentle breath coming from your boyfriend, fanning your neck calmly.

You turned, your neck slightly aching as you watched his face— in deep sleep. His hand slid back to rest on your tummy above the satiny material. His hand was rising and falling as you admired his sleepy face, giving you butterflies from the warm weight. A soft smile formed on your lips as you absorbed his presence as you softly rubbed his knuckles with your left hand. You worked the other hand up to caresses the back of his head lovingly. You really do love this man so much. You could stay like this forever. But, you knew you couldn’t. You had planned a little surprise for him on his special day.

You stopped caressing his hand that was laid atop your belly and slowly sat up. A little throaty groan came from him from the shift of and his fingers were gently digging into your side. You giggled softly at the gray haired man and leaned over to kiss his temple. You felt a little pressure on your side from his fingers, begging for you to stay in bed with him when you leaned back. Of course, he wouldn’t admit that. Your lips formed a soft smile and you carefully got up from his bed and headed to the bathroom. Another groan was heard from him as you tiptoed to the door and he turned his body around, now facing the other side of the room, where the door was closed. He’s like a magnet to you when he’s asleep. Once you made it to your destination, you took the time to check yourself in the mirror and fix your hair a bit. You noticed a few light spots on your neck from last night. You didn’t have sex with Kensei but he was quite handsy with you when you surprisingly came to his house— which led to a deep make out session. The vivid memory sent shivers through your body while you fixed yourself. You couldn’t get rid of the feeling of his big hands caressing your body with so much love and affection, holding you close to his bare chest while he planted kisses on your neck. Eventually, you decided to get your morning routine done while you suddenly relived that moment. Even when he ate you out. Oh, it was a long night. And, a time to be alive over and over again.

You sighed. Maybe you did have sex with him. It was way too good that your brain was so foggy from after the fact. And surprisingly, your body didn’t feel sore. It was that good that he handled you so well? And you forgot too? What a man. After you finished your morning routine, you headed back to his bedroom. Quietly, you slid the door open and took in the sight of this very attractive man sleeping in bed. His toned broad back was proudly displayed with his head resting on the pillow in the dim lit room. He looked like a well built Care Bear with a Mohawk made just for you. What a sleepyhead, you mentally noted.

Slowly and on your tippy toes, you quietly sauntered to the unconscious man. You plotted your way to his side of the bed and jumped -

“Heeey~ sex maaan! Wooo~!” You blurted out, twerking playfully as you straddle his lower back.

“…..”

“Hm? You leaned over. “Ken?” You noticed his brows were slightly furrowed. “Babe?” You poked his cheek. A sleepy grunt was heard from the male whose sleep was interrupted by his playful girlfriend. “Tch.”He turned his away from you, facing the curtained window. He felt your silence. “Oi. What the hell are you doing?” He said groggily while his eyes were still closed. Your soft breath fanned the side of his face when you giggled at his grumpy sleepy face. “I’m saying good morning to my grumpy little man.” You giggled again. That’s true, he mentally noted while the vibrations were felt on his back. But he isn’t little. “It’s too early -“ his brows furrowed more but you quickly cut him off and said, “and I want to wish him a very happy birthday too~”. You kissed his cheek and smiled, studying his face.

A wave of silence followed.

“Oh? Are you feeling bad for me now? Are you going to apologize, Ken?” You smirked, waiting for his reaction as brushed his cheek with your thumb.He quickly opened his eye. “Nope.” And closed it, earning a pout from you.

“You’re so mean. You know that?”

“I’m sleeping.” He said bluntly in a groggy voice.

“Whatever.” You got up and decided to leave him alone before he reached out to stroke the back of your thigh from behind. A silent apology for not letting you be…you. On his birthday. “Thank you.” You looked down at him with a pout. “You’re…welcome.” You leaned over to kiss his temple. He worked his hand up to your ass and kneaded a soft fat under the satiny fabric, earning a giggle from you. You switched to kiss his lips as he laid on the pillow. Your lips pressed against his own softly, ringing between you two. His hand slid up and down the back of your thighs lovingly as you enveloped his lips lightly. A soft hum came from you as you pecked the soft flesh before you broke away from it. After a while, a long drawled sigh escaped his nostrils as you crawled off his back and off the bed. He closed his heavy eyes. You headed towards the door and turned back, “I’ll be right back.” You whispered to him. “Hm.” He hummed sleepily and you slowly slid the door shut.

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Sizzling sounds filled the air as you poured the eggs into the pan. Next, you added bacon on top of it, the steam rising off the pan as it cooked. The aroma was delicious — especially when you mixed it with some buttermilk. The rice was already finished in the rice cooker and you twisted the small bottles of seasoning into the mixture. The sounds of food being cooked filled your ears along with your extreme focus to make him the perfect breakfast for his birthday. As you placed the big omelette ontop of the rice, you took a bottle of ketchup from the fridge and poured it on the omelette in zig zags.

You were so focused on your task that you didn’t realize that Kensei was standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He watched as you carefully placed the strips of extra bacon next to his and your omelette and poured ketchup next to it in the shape of a heart. “Hmph.” He chuckled lowly as he laid his shoulder against the wall. Your dainty fingers took a pair of chopsticks and you split the omelette, revealing its creamy yellow texture. If you could only see how you focused you looked. You looked beautiful nevertheless. His eyes glanced down to your form, covered under your satiny gown and your beautiful legs. The sun shining in the kitchen? Damn. You look good. His feet instinctively walked to you and you gasped lightly when you felt a pair of muscular arms wrapping around your body. He applied some of his weight on your body, leaning forward to absorb your sweet scent and presence. You smiled softly, feeling the warmth on your skin as you decorated your omelette. “Good morning again, baby.” You spoke softly, earning a gratified sigh that escaped his nostrils, brushing on your neck. “Mm.” He lowered his face in the crook of your neck and started planting kisses on your smooth skin. You giggled softly as he did, getting butterflies when his big hands caressed your curves lovingly until he finally rested it on your tummy above the satiny material. “What’s all this for?” He lifted his face, eyeing the food. You giggled again and said, “pfft. It’s your birthday breakfast, dummy.” He hummed lazily and smiled faintly. “I made your favorite — omelette over rice with bacon.” You softly spoke. “Hm. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome -ah.” You gasped when he started kissing your neck greedily, slowly with good control. “Ah~”You titled your neck to give him more room as your pulse fluttered rapidly. The soft kisses rang in your ears as you steadied yourself by resting your hands on the counter. “Mm.” You whimpered softly, his hands caressed your tummy and your sides lovingly. You squirmed as he did, panting softly as he slid them up to knead your breasts. “Mm-“ you looked down at his hands, kneading the two flesh, your nipples poking through the satiny fabric as he massaged them. “Ken-“ you gasped, relishing his warm lips marking your neck again. His warm breaths fanned your goosebump skin every time he slid his hands down and then up to grope them lovingly. Slowly, you pushed your ass back to his crotch hidden behind his fitted boxers, quickly making him roll his hips forward to your warmth. A soft sigh left your trembling lips in the midst of his fondles, especially the way his hips slowly roller up to your ass. “Unh~” you felt his thick girth poking through your ass while he flushed his hips to it with some force.

After a while, your soft pants filled thick air along with your knees gently banging against the bottom counter. His low groans filled your ears as he rolled his hips up against you gently. Your back arched, your tits jiggled in his grasp along with the back of your thighs against his own. “K-ken~” his girth poked into your ass from underneath your gown while he rested his face in the crook of your neck. “Ugh.” He moaned at particular thrust and began circling his hips up lovingly. “Mmmm~” His cock twitched in pure relief from his grinds. His gratified hums close to your ears made your pussy throb. “Ah fuck.” You sighed as he rocked his hips and caressed your body with so much love. He pulled back and you turned to his direction and kissed him gently. He lifted up your dress, his fingers creeping up to your hips as he bucked his gown against you with good control. “Mm.” You moaned in the soft kisses while he kneaded every part of your body, earning a gentle smack on your ass. “Ha..!” You twitched when he worked his hands down in between your thighs, burning your skin as he groped the two flesh.

You looked down and whimpered as he anchored you from there, watching your body respond to his gentle thrusts as your lips trembled from his breathtaking affection.

The food is going to get cold, you mentally noted as you watched down in between. Suddenly, he stopped and lifted your left leg up and gently rested it on top of the counter. You turned back to him and his lips enveloped yours. Soon after, you squirmed when felt two thick fingers dip into your moth in midst of kissing him and he brought them down to rub circles on your pussy. “A-ah.” You choked softly, relishing the feeling of his fingertips digging into your inner folds and sliding up to rub your little nub. You were getting slicker in seconds. Ahhh..” you breathed in his face when he slid it down to your needy cunt and then up to circle your throbbing clit, spreading your arousal. As time passed, he felt how hard your puffy clit under his fingertips while he stroked it. “Fuck.” He whispered, relishing your arousal covering his digits. Quickly, he broke away from his task and pulled out his cock. His fingers were wrapped around the thick shaft: long with a few veins and hard with his signature mushroom tip. A throaty groan from behind you made your heart palpitate. He moved in close, grabbing your ass, and rubbed the thick length in between your wet puffy folds. “Unh~” you moaned, feeling the warm tip rubbing your clit steadily. “Ugh...” he rested his hands on your waist as he watched his thrusts. “Mmm…” His down orbs dilated whenever he saw his cock glistening in your arousal whenever he slid it back.

Mmm. So warm, he mentally noted. Your folds hugged his shaft lovingly as you pushed your hips back. You increased your pace and started heeding your ass slapping his lower abs, making you quiver. You gratified hums along with your skin slapping against his abs echoed in the kitchen, filling his head blissfully as he met your ass. “Fuck.” He said thickly, bucking his hips and his hand kneading your jiggling titty. You hummed in agreement, gliding on the thick length and squirting a tiny bit on it from the feathery sensations. He stopped when you wrapped your hand around the shaft impatiently. You rubbed the tip in circles on your clit and slid it back to your entrance. You pushed your knee further on the counter for an easier way to take him. The big mushroom tip prodded your cunt as you teased it by slowly pushing it in a bit for preparation. He’s a big guy. “Take your time.” He muttered, feeling your sweet warmth slightly as you were getting ready. “A-ah…” you managed to gently push his thick shaft in slowly. Your breaths came out shakily as your dainty fingertips led it inside your tight heat. He was so big. It’s always a surprise that you still can’t take him at once. However, you knew that you can trust him to handle fuck you so well.

He firmly grabbed your cheek from underneath and slowly pushed in — to aid you by spreading your sweet pussy more. “Mm-“. it was snug fit now that he’s fully inside of you. He leaned forward and planted soft kisses on your shoulder and all the way up to your neck. Your plush walls squeezed him, making him gasp as he marked your smooth skin with light kisses before breaking away. Your were already breathing heavily from the sweet stretch. Your walls were crumbling around the familiar shaft — welcoming him again. He slid his right hand up to your tummy and the rested on your waist to anchor while waited for you to adjust. The two of you stood there for a moment until you turned your head to look at him and hummed. He remained still as a rock for your signal to “go”, earning another soft hum from you as you looked up at his sharp brown orbs. “Tell me if it hurts.” He said and you nodded before turning back to the marble counter, staring down at your dainty hands. He gently bucked his hips up to your ass. His mouth grew slightly ajar as he relished your sweet warmth from his long thrust. “Fuck…” he mouthed without a hint of his voice. You’re so tight. His brows furrowed as he watched his slow controlled strokes. You relished his fingers digging into your skin as he did, along with his warm breaths fanning down your back. Your body rocked slowly to his ministrations with your eyes closed — relishing the way his veiny girth rubbed your plush walls lovingly.

He took his time gently stretching you out. Your soft moans rang in his ears, making him circle his hips lovingly. “Ahhh…mmm…” you moaned angelically. “Shit.” He muttered, you felt like hot honey around his cock. His eyes slowly glanced up to the back of your head with mouth ajar, relishing the way your sweet pussy embraced him. “Fuck.” He breathed out heavily as he slowly thrusted into you. “Mm~” you bit your bottom lip and took his big warm hand that was resting on your tummy and carried it up to your soft round titty. His hand burned your skin when he began kneading it and started bucking his hips up with enough force. “Ugh…” he groaned, his pelvis slapping against your ass. The deep slow skin slapping sounds rang between you two, never failing to close the short gap between your sad and his deep pelvis. “A-ahhh.” You sighed as you quivered in his hold. Your free tit bounced around steadily from his controlled thrusts, as well as your ass jiggling against his hips, making you wetter as time passes by. “Unh~K-ken…” you quivered lovingly when he increased his pace. “Ahhh…fuuuck.” He whispered thickly, his brows furrowing from your relentless squeezes as he gently rammed you.

Your breathless whines encouraged him to go faster, watching you squirming uncontrollably before him. The tip was poking all the right spots, making your pussy spasm blissfully. A loud hiss made you shiver and lean back. He instinctively pulled close to his chest, his free hand working its way down to your pussy. “Uuunh~K-ken..! You rested your head on his shoulder as your tits bounced around under his embrace. “Mmm~” he leaned down and wrapped his lips around yours as he circled your clit with his middle finger. Your pussy was throbbing excitedly against the circling digit, glazing his fingertip with your arousal. Your legs were getting tense as he fondled it as he massaged your walls with his deep controlled thrusts. “U-ugh!” You choked on your breath and started twitching messily in his hold when you started cumming. “Mmmm~” he moaned deeply from your sweet spasms and thrusted faster as he felt you leaking on his thick length. “Unh! U-ugh!” He slammed his hips against your ass feverishly, hissing in your ears with deep filthy praises. His drawled hisses and gratified hums filled your ears so erotically that your mouth slowly opened widely when you started to squirt in pure relief. He carefully lifted your knee and hooked it over his arm.

“That’s it. Thats it,baby.” He growled close to your ear, thrusting greedily into your sobbing puffy pussy. “Give me your tight pussy to me.” He spat out in between his thrusts. He quickly circled your nub again, rewarding him with more of your perfect squeezes. “Agh..!” He quivered. “Sss…fuck!” His hips rutted up feverishly as your spurt out your fluids. His deep voice filled your ears with praises, making you extremely putty in his arms. “Ugh…” you groaned weakly, your hazy eyes staring up at the kitchen ceiling lazily as he reaches his high. He leaned back when wet creamy sounds piqued his ears. His cock covered in your glistening white prurience. He smirked down at the sight as he thrusted rapidly until he felt his orgasm coming in quickly. “Ha..!” He gasped lowly next to your ear and his eyes widened quickly as the violent waves travelled through his body, messing up his rough thrusts.

He quickly out your leg down and rested his hands on your hips and thrusted feverishly. “Ahhh…fuck.” He sighed heavily as his hips slapped yours in between very rapid thrusts. “Ah!” You spread your legs further apart and stood on your tippy toes for a more deeper feeling of his cock hitting all the right spots. “Ha…ha..ha!” He choked on his breaths, digging his fingers deeply into your skin as his climax was coming down in violent waves. “M-mmmm.” You hummed deeply at his sloppy thrusts as you gripped the counter. “Uuuggghhh.” He grunted, pushing his hips forward deeply and froze. Ha…ha…fuck.” He cock twitched as he cummed inside of you and watched you shiver. “Ugh..” he groaned, sliding the creamy length in and out your sweet pussy.

You leaned back slowly and wrapped your arm around his neck and kissed him. Breathless kisses echoed in the kitchen as the two of you cool off in each other’s arms. The deep kisses went on until he pulled out. You smiled up ay him and giggled. “What?” He chuckled, rubbing your tummy.

“The food is cold now.”

End.