#sixpackandsins

[smxkeyjxe]

@theflexorcist / @sixpackandsins asked: ❝ I’m going to leave you aching in the morning. And then I’m going to take you again. ❞ (( you said he could be worse so here he is xD))

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 *

"I—" She cuts her own self off when she squeaks, quickly reaching up to clasp both of her hands over her mouth as she stares at the demon with big doe eyes. Her face was burning. Wild looking green eyes scan over his face. Did he actually say that to her? Was he being serious?

Oh.

Oh, he had to be.

She's already sitting at the headboard of the bed, and she lets her hands fall to her sides where she grabs onto the comforter, turning her head abruptly to look away from him. Maybe she was dreaming. But it felt too real to be a dream.

"A-Abby— Abs, wh-whatever the hell y'n-name is I-I uh—"

[sana-laguna]

((For @sixpackandsins continued from here.)) Leaning back upon the wall opposite of Abby, Sana reclines with her arms crossed casually, smirking with a nonchalant shrug. "Hey, just 'cause I think your music is overhyped and boring doesn't mean I can't admire a prime piece of ass when I see it. Nothing personal, right...? It's just the social media game." Her smirk widens in a way that is less coy and more provocative as she pushes off the wall to close the space between the two of them in a few slow measured steps. "I don't see any reason why we still can't have ourselves a good time. 'Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer', like they say." The tips of her immaculately-manicured nails walk up the man's broad chest, teasing over the buttons that hold it closed. "Besides--who doesn't love a good hatefuck every now and then, mmm...?"

[smxkeyjxe]

@theflexorcist / @sixpackandsins asked: [ mirror ]

🐝  *  ―  𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝒀 𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑺.

[ mirror ] our muses have sex in front of a mirror

"A-Abby!"

Oh, why did she agree to the mirror? It'd be hot, he said. It'll be fun to watch, he said. Oh yea, fun for him to watch how he affected her. To watch how she saw herself coming undone around his cock. She has her head leaned back against his shoulder, hooded green eyes watching him take her from behind. Her hands rest on his where they had been holding her by her hips to keep her in place.

Oh he looked so pleased with himself, so satisfied that his idea was going according to plan.

"F-Fuuck!" She cried out, leaning forward so she was resting on her forearms, her head bowed. She buries her face into her forearm as she lets out a string of whiney moans and whimpers, instinctively pushing back against him as her walls flutter and tighten around him.

"Abby...! A-Abby please, s-slow down...!"

[sinpatterned]

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

@theflexorcist / @sixpackandsins | idr which meme oops

romance aches in the loveliest way, decorated in love bites ( some framed by teeth ) and flush from exertion. his legs are around abby's waist, held in place by a hand on his own and frankly too pleased to consider trying to get off his back, the next lazy thrust earning a pleased shudder that says he's on the verge of being overstimulated. he doesn't know what's changed recently that has had abby so extra possessive, but he knows he doesn't mind.

then there's that praise. the words are almost growled, and romance can't resist. he props himself up with one hand to push up off the bed and tangle the other in dark pink hair to pull abby into another kiss, moaning against his mouth when pulled tighter against him.

"say it again," he pleads, breath stuttering when he tries to roll his hips and abby stops him. "i—please, abs. say it, let me—"

[sinpatterned]

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜ (( totally not based on what we'd just talked about xD))

@theflexorcist / @sixpackandsins | xx (and totally not late to what we were talking about psh)

there's something different to today. he can taste it in the air, feel it against his skin, long before abby's hands are on him. leaves romance dizzy, head spinning just from one kiss, and a sensation he'll blame later for making it so easy for the other demon to fold him over the desk like the bed just a few feet away is too far to go. desperate, grabbing, POSSESSIVE.

a desk he's still trapped against, abby not leaving an opening to easily getting any further than propping up on an elbow, even after they've had their fun. romance tries just to get held firm, arm sliding out from underneath him again when abby presses him back down with the line of his own body, giving a warning nip to a shoulder. "this is fun, but the bed— " the protest is cut off by abby setting a hand at the back of his neck, forcing romance to rest his cheek against the cold surface just for a slightly more comfortable angle, and still he tries to squirm free until abby squeezes.

it isn't a lot of pressure, certainly not for them, but romance's next breath is a lot shallower anyway. the longer abby waits, the more the words feel like a threat, the hint of already being overstimulated buzzing under his skin without any real way to grab for more contact than abby is giving him. "then give me a reason to beg already," he goads, hoping the switch of tactics will at least mean another round rather than simply being held still like this.

[sinpatterned]

[EXPLORATION]

@theflexorcist / @sixpackandsins | xx

he's on the verge of asleep when the bed dips under new weight, abby's hands reaching to meet warm skin as romance rolls closer without complaint at the disturbance. but dusty rose eyes half-open when there's no kiss that he's come to expect from similar late-night visits only to shiver when the other's mouth presses softly the base of his throat. the first of a trail of barely-there kisses painted down his body, bringing romance back to fully awake and panting for more.

at first, he figures abby is toying with him, revenge maybe for some thing or earlier in the day. but then there's the catch of teeth against his hip, and abby easily bracing a hand over each thigh to keep him held down. romance makes a weak noise when the motion is repeated, own fingers reaching to twist into darker pink strands, and sure he wouldn't be upright if he'd started that way. at least the other is nice enough to do this to him in bed rather than against a wall.

"abby— "

the sound is more a gasp than anything else, thought forgotten entirely when the other's teeth find a particularly sensitive spot on the inside of his thigh. honestly if abby weren't holding him down, romance is sure his legs would have closed in reflex, and though it doesn't do much he still squirms the little bit that he can.

" —please— "

[sinpatterned]

[BITE]

@theflexorcist / @sixpackandsins | xx.

romance had stolen his shirt as a joke, intending to wind the other up a bit and maybe play around a little before carrying on with the day. turns out however, he had severely underestimated abby's more possessive traits, and much to his delight. said shirt is unbuttoned and sliding off a shoulder as abby's hands roam, keeping him held close and straddled on his lap.

"a fan of how i look in your clothing, are we?" he teases smugly after abby's lips wander from his own, down his throat and teasing at leaving marks. "maybe next time I'll wear just something of yours."

that presses the button he wants; abby's teeth sink into the skin of his shoulder nearly sharp enough to draw blood in what must be the nonverbal equivalent of please yes please , and romance's breath stutters. the part unexpected is when abby bites him again, harder, and romance collapses against him with a moan, thoughts swimming with the imprinted sting, pleased shudder following the drip of blood and abby's tongue sweeping over it. attention like that? abby could bite him anywhere.

and romance wants to see if he will.