#fffuckyourself

[diabolumarmata]

because I may very well run out of asks:

Gramps

"Stripped to perfection"

"Bound and gagged- In Banishment Edition" 

"Aged and Spread"

"Father of the needy twins." 

"Silver Balls" Christmas edition.

"Grand White and the two children" 

"Grand White Strikes back with Two children and a grandson" 

"Grand White meets a bouncy blonde" 

Dad

"Prim and posed" Kink edition

"Riding crops and the Neigh-philim" 

"Silent, Deadly and Hard" 

"Pink sword" 

"I make the Nephilim Scream (My name)."

"Vergil- Family's favorite flavor"

"My teacher, Vergil; Students bent over the desk."

"Vergil Sparda- 'Likes them Young'" 

Mom

"A Nephilim's cry"

"Dante- Bent over and screaming"

"Wanted and coming."

"Blood and Cum." 

"Cum-squats" 

"Cream filled" 

"Dine in, Drive In and come." 

"Big dicks and tight asses" 

Grammum

"Demon taste." 

"No one's big as my Demon" 

"I fucked the Devil." 

"You wish this was you."

"Taste of sunshine." 

"Collaring a Devil, 3 easy steps."

[ineedmorepower]

"Vergil taking Virgins."

"Starring Dante."

[diabolumarmata]

Accidental crash.

Nero hadn't slept well the night before, maybe with only a few hours of light sleep he had trained away most of the morning. Easily- it was one of the worst days he'd recorded himself so far. He trained until he'd vomit a few times; after the third time he'd settled with the thought that perhaps he had exhaustion more than just set in. 

Cleaning up, he showered and brushed his teeth, rinsing with his father's mouthwash before spitting into the sink, Bent over the counter, he stared into the fogged mirror and frowned. heavy handed, Nero touched just under his eyes with the pads of his fingers, disappointed at how puffy and agitated they seemed, Nero knew he wouldn't' make it home. Trudging down the stairs to the main living room, Nero pulled up his bottoms before slumping onto the couch where he lazily hugged the throw blanket rather than cover himself. 

From the moment he slipped into sleep, Nero couldn't find what he needed. Immediately, he ran through a maze of hell. Although he were asleep, it felt as though he were running in a marathon, his heart racing in a marathon. Muscles tense and his body twitching, Nero was giving himself a migraine with how tightly knit his brow was. Mumbling in his sleep, the teen tossed and turned until he hit the floor and crashed into the table as he tried to retaliate from what ever he'd 'run' into. The furniture flipped with a loud crash as he stumbled and created a rough breeze through the room as his trigger appeared. Panting heavily, he wheezed and choked a little on his spit. 

Calming down, Nero picked up the table and crouched down to pick up the candies, biting down on his tongue so he would concentrate on not crying. Swallowing hard, Nero put the bowl on the table and crouched on the floor, face buried in his hands as he gave in. Was he tired? He didn't understand why he was letting the nightmares getting to him, all he knew was that he couldn't calm himself and that now he needed to collect himself and leave the house. 

[ineedmorepower]

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