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Sometimes I still think of my ex. Not my recent one tho he was an asshole but of the guy I broke things off with bc I was getting nervous about being intimate with another person and asking him to wait until we can meet each other in person. I didn't know how long he would have to wait and I thought it was too much to ask. I wish him well but at the same time I wonder if he ever thinks about me as I think about him. I want him to miss me but I am too cowardly to text him after all It's been months and he must have moved on. I know he still looks at my posts online but I doubt he does it on purpose and is just clicking through feeds.

insane men covered in blood. you agree. reblog.

Are you wanting to get railed platonically or romantically

Yes

I have never once read what I've written and for that I am sane

I’ve been thinking abt Brahms lately…idk man I just…mmm wall man <3

Like I know he is probably super quiet bc he’s just sneaky like that but I feel like if you’re actively fucking him he is a whimpering MESS as he just destroys you like UGH yes bro. He’s the most peggable fucking slasher I mean THE CARDIGAN!! THE FUCKING CARDIGAN!!! I have never wanted to dominate a man so much in my life but LIKE CMONNN

- 🎠

Bestie he is one of the most peggable characters EVER. Definitely a little mama’s/daddy’s boy. Also a total brat who definitely needs a set of rules to follow with punishments and rewards.

I love his cardigan 😌

this how Im tryna be

instagram: @svrvinissvn

literally in love with this movie

Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) dir.: Francis Ford Coppola

horror movies are so good because of deep and interesting themes like BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD KILL BLOOD VIOLENCE GHOST WERE WOLF VANPIRE ZOMBIEE BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD SLAY! SLAY! SLAY!

me getting on tumblr to read fanfiction of my favorite mentally unstable characters:

"he's evil" no he's not. he's just my lil man. ok, maybe a little, but he's still just my funky lil man. "he's killed people" okay, and?? he's just quirky that's all. but he's also got great style, and i think he'd give really good hugs :)

I feel like I should apologize to all The Lost Boys (1987) blogs I’ve been liking and reblogging from. Like, I really hope I’m not being annoying with all the notifications you’re getting from one vampire, crackheaded fiend, that’s obsessed with these boys (mainly Marko)

I don’t think it’s clear enough that Paul in the bridge scene is my favourite, so here’s a gifset of Paul in the bridge scene.

every time i make a tlb au where the boys survive and it stretches on into more recent years i live in blissful ignorance where i pretend that the video store would still be open today so lucy can own it after they kill max

April Fool’s Day is in a few days, and I just wanted to make this clear. This blog is safe, and I can promise you no screamers, nothing emotionally abusive, no fake posts, and nothing to intentionally trigger dissociation. You are safe here.

I didn't babygirl-ify him. He did that to himself

me anytime someone I follow follows me back:

yo are we about to kiss rn

Heisenberg x GN Reader SMUT

This is the longest fiction I have written on this site and it took for fucking ever to complete. I had to rewrite the ending because I wanted to finish by a certain date and found the ending rushed and subpar to how I wanted it. My friend, whom I’ve been writing for, agreed that the ending was rushed so I fixed it! Please enjoy!

*pre established relationship*

 CW: Bondage with Metal Cuffs, degradation, use of pet names, begging, mild choking, mild impact play, cumming on back, unprotected sex, and generally Heisenberg being very very mean to the reader while fucking

!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Smut under the cut

Heisenberg has been busy lately, barely sleeping, never leaving his work space, he wouldn't be eating if it wasn't for you bringing his food to him. You missed him. Being alone in the crowded, loud factory, even in the living area, made you feel out of place. 

Walking around never helped either. Not only was it dangerous without Karl, it was unsettling. You weren't stupid, you knew what his experiments were, you knew what they could do and would do if given the chance. They're dangerous and they're everywhere. The lychens were better than his experiments, they at least knew better than to disobey Karl even when he wasn't there. 

Not only was it dangerous, it was just unsettling. Some parts of the factory were loud enough to break your eardrums while others were at a constant, unsettling silence. You hated walking through the silent rooms. They were suffocating. 

You felt so small in the makeshift house Karl kept you in. It wasn't like you couldn't leave, you had full reign of the factory, You just didn't feel like you could go anywhere without Karl. You had grown dependent on him in this terrifying world you've come to know. 

It was about time to start cooking for dinner. You were getting peckish and you assumed your dear lord was starved, working as hard as he does. Making him a plate after you made your own, you made your trek to his workshop. 

Your home was on a higher level, farthest away from his experiments and the more dangerous parts of the factory. That also made you far away from Karl's office in turn. The walk to him was a long one, and you were surprised he managed to make it most nights. 

The room outside of Karl's office felt especially cold. You could hear him working at his desk, tinkering and muttering to himself. When you slid the door open he didn't even turn around, the outside world was a void to him. 

He didn't have his signature hat on, nor his coat. Karl wore an undershirt and his cargo pants. He was sweating even though it was chilly in the room. You could see a single drop roll from his neck and down his back under his shirt. You couldn't help but let your vision trail the expanse of his back.

From even just glancing at his back you knew he was strong enough to lift you above his head but you already knew that from experience. He was also soft, hugging him from behind was like leaning on a cliff side covered in moss. He was strong but comforting and so beautiful. 

You set the food in your hands on the table across the room. It was where you usually ate with him and was less cluttered than the rest of the room. You pulled a chair out from the other side of the room and set it by your food. He still didn't look up.

You couldn't just talk to Karl to get his attention. Lord Heisenberg when focused is a force to reckon with. You had to gently get his attention while at the same time physically encroaching on him so he'd change his focus to you.

Gently you wrapped you hands around his shoulders, approaching him from behind for a hug. He stiffened at the touch but recognized you undoubtedly from how gentle you were with him. You were always so soft for him.

"What is it?" he rasped, he wasn't trying to be mean but his tone was harsher than usual. You furrowed your brow in confusion.

"I brought dinner." it sounded more like a question than you meant it to but he hummed in acknowledgment anyway. He still didn't give you the attention you wanted, barely looking up from his work to spare you a glance. 

"Its already on the table. It'll get cold if you don't eat it now." you whispered into his ear, your breath fanned his neck and you started trailing kisses down his neck.

He was salty to taste, his hands were covered in grease and oil. He smelled metallic and earthy but it was comforting in a way. Soon, you planned on getting him into a bath before he drops from exhaustion. 

He groaned when your kisses reached behind his ear. Just to tease him you nipped at his earlobe earning a huff. He spun around in his chair and grabs your waist to keep you still.

"You certainly know how to be a distraction." he purred a sly smirk painting his face. He leaned in, closer to your ear where you could feel his breath ghost over you.

"Is that all you know how to be?" He mused, grip tightening on you. If he held on for any longer there was sure to be a bruise but he moves from your waist to your back swiftly.

His hands were cold and left goosebumps in their wake. Karl always had rough hands, most of the time they were covered in bandages from where he hurt himself in the workshop. You don't recall him wiping his hands on anything before he started touching you but you couldn't care less right now. You missed him so much it was impossible to think with him gingerly rubbing you back and his face so close to your own.

You stifled a groan rising in your throat to look at him. Karl had dark circles around his eyes, contrasting his light blue eye color. His hair was messily pulled back, so you undid it to run your hands through his tangled hair. You led your hand down his face to lightly scratch at his beard making Karl subconsciously lean towards your touch. 

He stopped rubbing your back and curled his arms around you, hands gripping your ass in the hug in a possessive manner.

"The things you do to me." he whispered to himself. He squeezed your ass a little before finally pulling away. He entrapped you at his desk, his larger frame leaning over your own and pressing you against the desk's edge. His hand gripped your waist holding you against him.

You lean against him, hovering over Karl's mouth so that he'd be the one to kiss you. He kissed you feverishly, almost desperately, trying to make up for all the kisses he missed out on. 

You sighed when he slipped his tongue into your mouth. It grazed over your teeth as he explored his new territory. He groped at your hips and thighs. You could hear the hum he tried to stifle.

The papers behind you were getting in the way. Although he knew he would have to pick up his blueprints later, Karl needed to throw them out of the way so you could sit on the desk, just where he wanted you. You gasped when the papers brushed against you as they fell to the ground, his aggression wasn't surprising but you could never get over how powerful he was in even the mundane.

"You gonna be good for me?" Karl started trailing kisses down your neck. He rolled his hips into you, making you moan into his hair to stifle your noise. 

"Apparently not," he growled, moving away from you. You whined at him and gripped his shirt, he grabbed your hands and set them on the table. You felt something cold wrap around your wrists before he finally let go of you.

Metal wrapped around your wrists like bracelets but you knew better than to think they were just for decoration. He smirked at your knowing reaction, moving the metal to pin your wrists to the table forcing you to lay on the cluttered desk. He grasped at your shirt before ripping it to shreds, leaving your chest bare for him.

His hands found your waist again before sliding down your leg and to your ankles. He attached metal cuffs to your ankles as well. His hand trailed back up your leg to grip your thigh before your legs separated. He rubbed up and down your legs before grasping at your center thighs and tearing your bottoms off.

"Look at you," he mocked "you're so good at following orders." he dipped down to trail kisses onto your naked thighs. His beard tickled your skin with every move he made, causing you to flinch and squirm but the metal cuffs kept you firmly in place, never reaching away from Karl's touch. He loved to tease you but when you acted like this it was hard to keep his composure.

"look at me." he growled, grabbing your cheeks so harsh it made your cheeks pucker. "I don't wanna see you wiggling while I work you. You don't get to cum until I say so, got it, doll?" Karl spat out doll like he was cursing at you, and glared at you expecting an answer. His grip only tightened when you hesitated, lips unable to move from his vice grip you simply nodded. 

Satisfied he let you go with a small shove, not moving you in the slightest but enough force to make you flinch. He turned to the side grabbing a much bigger cuff and warped it to fit around you neck so he could make you look wherever he wanted. He'd force you to face him through all of his ministrations.

With a smirk he moved back down to your sex. He blew at you, earning a twitch, which made his smirk widen, showing off his pronounced canines. His tongue rolled out to lap at your most sensitive part causing you to whine. You couldn't look away from him even if you wanted to, and your ankles refused to come together even enough to encase his head like you were itching to do. 

"Aren't you pathetic," he smirked gleefully, "I've barely done anything to you and yet, you're practically begging already." You whined at him, not trusting yourself to make full sentences when he's gotten you so worked up. 

"Actually, I like that idea." he continued pulling away from where you needed him most. Your confusion was prominent as he just chuckled at you. "Beg."

It was a short command, but his voice dropped an octave and became gravelly causing your sex to twitch. You wanted him- needed him to keep going so you could be ready for him fucking your lights out. Karl grew impatient at you only staring at him with doe eyes. The collar on your neck tightened, making you gasp in surprise. 

"Please, Please I need you- please, my lord?" your voice was faint from the lack of airflow but he heard you well enough to loosen the collar and throw you on your stomach. Your chest pressed against his cold desk, your hands were forced out in front of you pinned so you could barely wiggle your arm. Your ass levitated from the ground, making your back arch and your toes curl, reaching out for something. 

Karl ground himself against your ass, his erection prominent in his cargo pants even before he released his dick shortly after. His hands found their way to your ass cheeks, he smacked one of them hard enough to leave a print before soothing it with a massage. He spread your cheeks before letting them go and aligning himself with your hole. Karl prodded at it earning a moan from you. 

When he finally pushed himself inside you, he didn't wait for you to adjust before thrusting himself to the hilt. You both groaned at the action. He always filled you so well. When he started thrusting it had little rhythm to it, he seemed to be searching for his own high before your own.  Still, he rubbed up against all the right spots and his hips always met your own with each thrust. He was so deep and so big, you almost came after a few minutes but when he felt you tighten, Karl pulled out completely. 

"You better not try that again." he growled "You're just a fuck doll, my little cocksleave, you can't cum until I say so. " His mouth was right against your ear, you heard the words vibrate from his throat before he even said them. His hot breath fanned across your face and you felt him pant against your back. 

Immediately he went back to thrusting, setting a brutal and fast pace, bruising your insides. You were panting and moaning from the air being knocked out of you with each thrust. He moved one hand from your hip to your throat, pulling your head back and arching you so he reached deeper.

You were so close, practically drooling from how focused you were on not coming. Waiting for Karl's say so was agony, you felt so full and needed release. He never teetered in both his pace and his power. Suddenly he pulled out, forcing your impending orgasm to halt and your insides to feel empty.

He moved your ankles to shift you on your side before stuffing you again and resuming. At this angle, with your leg on his shoulder, he reached even deeper, hitting all the right spots. 

"Please," you choked out through a sob "Please let me cum, my lord- please."

"F-fuck!" Karl groaned "Cum- Cum for me." You finally let the tension break and came with a sob, spasming under Karl and rubbing against your restraints. Karl fucked you through it, earning another sob before he pulled out pushed you back onto your stomach and jerked himself off to cum on your back. He tucked himself back into his pants and sighed looking at you.

"Look at you." he hummed, shaking his head. He released the cuffs from around you. His hands rubbed at the markings on your ankles from the cuffs. He kissed around your ankle and up your leg gently, knowing you were put in an uncomfortable position. He grabbed the towel to the side and wiped up his cum from off your back. 

He picked you up, not even bothering to glance at the dinner before starting his trek back to your shared room. You were resting against his chest too tired to move. 

"I made a mess of you, doll." he teased, earning an annoyed groan from you as you buried yourself into his chest. 

"Thank you for dinner," he smiled sweetly, "and the show." his smile corrupted itself into a smirk. You ignored him until he finally made it to your home, setting you on your bed before leaving to the bathroom to grab a wet rag and finally clean you off properly. 

You finally got to sleep with Karl in your arms, his head buried in your hair and arms wrapped around your waist rubbing soothing circles to ease your sore muscles.

lights camera action by lana del ray gives me emotions that I can only describe as the need to peel off your skin and rot on the floor so that you never existed in the first place and not in a good way. Iblike the song its a good song and she sings it beautifully but I can't ever listen to it and even coming across it on tiktok is enough to send me into an episode. I don't know if I even saw it on tiktok but its in my head now and I was tryna have a good day but its hard when you feel the need to eat your own spine rn.

I’m writing a Heisenberg fic next and lemme tell you I’m excited for that one :)

Eddie/Venom x AFAB GN Reader

Eddie and Venom use He/They pronouns throughout the fiction and although the reader is afab there is no description of genitalia only that they have two holes, they still use gender neutral pronouns. Sorry if its ooc its been a while since I saw venom and seen something of venom comics, I mainly wrote this for my friend. !MINORS DNI!

CW: SMUT, Diaphilia, Double Penetration, biting, use of tendrils in bondage, degradation, after care <3, cussing, cumming on stomach

Summary: A movie night with Eddie and Venom have you thinking and they are happy to answer any questions you have, thoroughly 

*SMUT UNDER THE CUT*

One late evening you found yourself bored lounging at your friend Eddie's apartment. He was arguing with his symbiote over what food they should eat while watching the movie you brought over. Venom was offended that they couldn't serve chicken nuggets smothered in chocolate while you were thankful Eddie refused to let you eat that.

 Being with the pair was interesting. They often argued but in a way an old married couple would, without any real spite in their words. You suppose that's what happens when you're with someone at every second of the day. Eddie couldn't even shower without Venom. 

Eddie sat on the couch with arms full of snacks and drinks. His arm rested behind your head on the back of the couch and he started the movie but you couldn't pay attention to that at the moment. A question plagued your mind. If they shared a body that must mean that they've seen each other's dick right? Does venom even have a dick if he doesn't have a body?

You couldn't just ask that outright but you were so curious. Did Eddie even jack off without Venom breathing down his neck? Questions just followed one after the other as you thought of a gentle way to ask without any suspicion to you thinking about their dicks.

"Eddie," you asked, turning towards him "what's it like sharing a body with someone?" It was the perfect way to summarize your questions without any risque details. Eddie turned towards you, grabbing the remote to pause the movie, clearly taken aback by the sudden question.

"It's- well y'know it's different." he shrugged clearly, never having given it much thought. "I don't know, no one's really asked before."

"Do you guys ever get any privacy? like what if you have to take a shit? is venom there shitting with you or does he just hang out?" You may have gone into too much detail about this hypothetical but for them it wasn't hypothetical, that's how they lived and you needed to know how they dealt with it.

"It's definitely different having an alien up your ass." he chuckled. "I guess we're both going to the bathroom whenever we need to since we share the same digestive system."

"So is it like when a pregnant person has a baby and they both take in nutrients but some of it goes to the baby and the person shits for both of them?"

"I think so," Eddie shrugged, not really know the answer himself. "What's with the sudden interest?"

You shrugged too deep in it not to give yourself away now that you've gotten comfortable in the topic.

"I was just thinking about how Venom would be with you even in the shower since its not like he can leave you." you came clean with your exact thought process. 

"Are you asking if venom's seen my dick?" he snorted, clearly finding it entertaining.

"Well obviously you've seen each other's dicks right?" Eddie couldn't help but bust out in laughter. He nodded all the same, however.

"Yeah." he snorted. After a pause you furrowed your eyebrows together.

 "Does Venom even have a dick?" He can't, right? He doesn't have a body.

"Do you want to find out?" it was a suggestive question voiced in such a way you agreed without actually processed what he asked. The next thing you knew Eddie was starting to slowly strip in front of you.

Eddie's pants finally hit the floor but before you could see him in all of his naked glory he transformed into venom. 

Venom bent down to where you were sitting on the couch and slowly took the blanket off of you. His tongue snaked out to graze your neck, barely touching the skin with a featherweight sensation. 

"You are a curious one." he whispered, hovering just above your ear. Venom's breath fanned your face sending shivers down your spine. His large hands held your hips in place as he nipped at your neck. 

"V-Venom" you stuttered trying to get his attention. You weren't surprised by his behavior but they usually went so much slower, they were usually gentle when handling you. This side was new and exciting and hard, very hard.

His dick was rubbing against your thigh. It had a worrying weight to it and even jus him moving made it evident how it pressed up against you. You could feel the veins on the sides of it as it throbbed, ready to be touched. You couldn't help your hand moving down and grabbing it gently, resting it on your palm to rub the tip.

Venom's shoulders tensed and his thighs flinched at the sudden contact. His breath hitched on your shoulder. 

When your hand traveled down you found that Eddie's dick wasn't covered by the symbiote which explained why what you felt on your thigh was so heavy, because there were two of them. 

Eddie was girthy but he had a good amount of length to him and he was smoother on the sides except for one down the bottom, unlike his exaggerated counterpart who was very veiny. 

Trying your best to keep eye contact with venom, who seemed to enjoy your teasing, you attempted to play with them both. Venom rested his head in between your should and your neck, covering your body with his own. 

"I can't take this anymore." Venom mumbled, you barely heard a word of it from how raspy his voice was before he bit into your neck. It was sudden and you were already hyper aware of his breath on your neck letting you feel the exact moment his teeth connected with you. You gasped from the surprise but didn't push him away. He licked at your wound when he pulled back, his long tongue sneaking up and down your throat.

Finally he grew tired of your playing and used his tendrils to grab your hands while his hands made work of your clothes. The cold air made your nipples erect making them Venom's next victim. You whined when his tongue licked down the center of your chest only to move to your right nipple, nipping at it as he got closer. His hand moved to play with your left nipple while his other one felt up and down your sides, making its way down to your sex.

With his tendrils holding your hands in place you had nothing to hold purchase at the sudden stimulation. Venom bit at your chest drawing another whine. Your hips tried to buck but were stopped when two more tendrils came out of his back to hold your thighs still.

You were shaking and you hadn't even cum yet. He was lukewarm to touch and had a sheen to him that you never knew if it was sweat or not but it made you both sticky as he grinded against your front.

"Look at you, whining like a slut" Venom smirked. He was satisfied with the effect he had on you, even more so with the feeling you gave him. You sobbed out when you felt them move to rub against your holes. You were so ready for him and his lubrication only seemed to increase on his dick. He was slick and ready. If you didn't need to be prepared first, they would already be thrusting into you.

"Please, please- Venom" you sobbed, you were ready for him, ready for both of them. You wanted to feel them inside you, you needed to feel as full as they made you.

"Did I tell you to speak, whore?" Venom warned, his voice was biting but his touch became gentle in that moment. You sobbed again, knowing he would only tease you more but needing to feel them and finish with them. You were already getting ahead of yourself, whining and pleading with them to do more.

You were shocked to feel Venom's teeth in your side, your hips and even your arms. He was marking you up and down, leaving bruises that'll be sore later. You couldn't think about that now, you could barely think about anything besides their mouth on your skin.

A shock ran through your body when his tip got caught in your hole. Your flinch caught their attention. Slowly they adjusted to prod the tips at both of your holes barely penetrating the surface. You writhed underneath them wanting so badly to move but being incapable to do so because of the grip he has you in.

Finally, they thrusted into you, fitting snugly in both holes. It was far too much far too soon and the force that you felt overtook you. You were far too tense for Venom to move without hurting you. 

"Take a deep breath" he sighed, not daring to move an inch now matter how you clenched around them. You tried to relax by controlling your breathing while venom rubbed soothing circles on your waist. You were safe with them. 

When you finally relaxed and got used to the feeling of them inside of you, you nodded at them to move. Getting the okay was all venom needed before fully sheathing himself inside of you. You sobbed up at him trying to grip something but only being greeted with his tendrils curling around your hands for you to hold.

Venom only started moving when you gave the okay again. They pulled back until the tip was the only thing in you before slamming back in at a deep but slow pace. Each thrust was strong but they took their time in pulling back, making sure you felt everything they had to offer.

"f-faster Venom," you plead "I need- please faster!" you were already a blubbering mess but you craved more and he was more than willing to give it to you. You felt so full that you could barely feel your legs, or maybe it was his tendrils cutting off circulation from gripping you so tight. There will be marks there later, proving he was there, proving you were theirs. 

"Such a fucking slut, begging for us like this." venom spat, his voice was harsh and made you sob when paired with an extra hard thrust. You felt tension build in your stomach; it was almost too much to handle. They could feel it too, they felt you clenching around them, the tension so tight from both of your holes spasming and fluttering around him.

"You're- so tight." they groaned. You twitched around him reaching your climax forcing Venom into his. He pulled out cumming onto your stomach and chest with a purr. 

Slowly, his tendril retracted, rubbing lightly at the marks they made. Venom looked at the mess he made of you and they smirked.  They got up from the couch making sure not to move you too much in case you're sore. 

"Venom, I can't feel my legs." you stated, trying to excuse yourself from moving. He kissed your forehead and moved to grab you a paper towel from the kitchen. They ran it over warm water and went over to clean you off, purring in satisfaction. He wiped their cum away and cleaned you off making sure not to overstimulate you. Any bite marks that were too deep were washed as well and bandaged to avoid infections.

"You did so well, so good." they cooed adjusting the pillows behind you to get you more comfortable. They curled up around you keeping you warm against his chest. You could feel his chest rumble as you cuddled up closer. Your arms encircled his waist and he pulled you to melt into each other. You fell asleep in no time feeling warm and safe in each other's arms.

GN Reader x Beezlebub SMUT

Gender Neutral reader x Beezlebub Smut

Content Warning: praise kink, food play, biting, finger sucking, internal creampie

Summary: You start making lunch with Beel only to find him hungry for something else. Second point of view.

AN: This is the first fanfiction I’ve done since middle school and I did it as a valentine’s day gift for my friend so a lot of work has been put into it and I made it with love <3. Don’t mind the inconsistencies if there are any, I didn’t edit it when I transferred it from the notes app in my phone. I’ll be posting more soon :) Smut under the cut!

It was a cloudy day in the Devildom. The already dark realm was left in a gloomy state that even the demons felt. Beel texted you early that day before any of his brothers asking you to meet him in the kitchen. Thinking this was going to be another snack break you shrugged and left the comfort of laying in your bed bored. 

 When you walked in you were surprised to see Beel in an apron setting out ingredients for lunch. He had chicken already defrosted and an abundance of other ingredients not excluding vegetables. He looked over at you with a content smile setting down the last of the spices from the cupboard. 

 "I thought we could make lunch together." Beel said, resting his hand over his stomach when it growled lightly. He was glancing over at the ingredients tempted to just take a nibble with creased brows and a small pout. 

 "Sure." you smiled to yourself at his attempt of self control and found a similar apron folded on the counter. Grabbing it you tied it around your waist looking at the small embroidered bee at the front matching the style of the small bear on Beel's apron front. 

 "Great! There was recipe I was wanting to try." Beel looked through a human world recipe book, no doubt one he borrowed from Satan. His finger was nearly the length of the spine of the book. It looked way too inviting for it being so early in the day, but you've done worse things in the morning than gawk at a finger. 

 You had to remind yourself to actually look at the recipe and not just at Beel's hands. It was a honey garlic chicken recipe, which seemed easy enough. The vegetables, you guessed, were for a side salad and potatoes. He had a lot of food planned, he must have wanted to keep you for a while or he was prepared for if he ate some by accident.

 The lord of Gluttony was already hungry after just finishing breakfast and knowing this you wanted to work fast. You had just put the chicken in the pan when you turned to Beel drooling. His gaze transfixed on you working at the stove before he glanced back at the vegetables he chopped for the salad. It looked like he took a bite out of one of the heads of lettuce before you turned.

 "Beel, are you okay?" you asked when he didn't look away. He simply nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. You side eyed him in suspicion but turned back to the stove to finish seasoning the chicken.

 He walked slowly over to you, as if his sudden movement would frighten you away. His arms encase your waist as you felt his chin rest itself on the top of your head. His touch held a hesitation you weren't used to but he was always so warm. 

"Can we take a break?" his voice was a slow rasp as he reached over the stove and turned down the temperature. His hand grabbed your's making it sticky from the honey you used in the chicken. You cringed at the feeling.

 Beel brought your hand up to his mouth, licking up the honey he smeared on you. His mouth was warm and tongue barely fit between your fingers. When he pulled back Beel couldn't help but lick his lips when he looked down at you.

 "I want you." he stated breathlessly "You just look so delicious I can't help myself." he leaned in just in front of your lips, glancing at them with half lidded eyes but allowing you to close the distance between you.

As soon as you pressed your lips against his Beel grabbed your waist squeezing your sides gingerly. The kiss slowly got more passionate when he turned you around to press you against the kitchen table. His lips started to devour your's and his hands wondered up your sides hooking under your armpits to lift you onto the counter. 

His hands grasped at your thighs eliciting a hum of approval from you. He licked at your bottom lip hoping to gain entry. When you opened your mouth his tongue filled you entirely. There was hardly a crevice he didn't explore. Once he had his fill he ventured down your neck biting and sucking on the skin just to get a taste of you. He untied your apron and let it fall to the floor. His hands played with the edge of your shirt before pulling it above your head and discarding it nearby. 

 The sudden chill made you shiver but was quickly replaced with Beel's warm body surrounding you. His hand left your sides to gently play with your nipples. Gasping for air at the sudden stimulation your hand raked through his hair scratching lightly at his scalp. He let out a sigh and traveled downwards to nip at your chest.

 "You're doing amazing." he hummed before rubbing at your shorts. He pulled them down in one swift motion before rubbing at your underwear. He teased your hole lightly, encircling it with his finger until it twitched from anticipation. His other hand traveled up to cup your face forcing you to keep looking at him when he pulled down your underwear.

He glanced down at your eager sex before rubbing at your sensitive tip. Beel's grip on your jaw tighted forcing you in place at the same time his ministrations sped up.

You gasped and arched your back but your head remained in Beel's grip. He groaned watching your hole pucker. He wanted to ram into you until you both collapsed but knew he couldn't now. He was working you up as fast as he could to avoid any of his brothers walking in and seeing you like this. 

 "You look so good like this- taking it so well" he husked into your ear. The tent in his pants rubbed against your thigh as he went faster, your gasps egging him on. A particularly hard twitch overtook you as you felt tension build in your stomach. He pressed harder onto your sex with furrowed brows. He wanted you to cum so bad. He needed you to come at least once before he can really fuck you.

You croaked out a moan and pressed your forehead to Beel's when you finally released. Your hole clenched on nothing but you were satisfied to just keep Beel close. He planned on making it up to you regardless.

He let you ride out your orgasm and catch your breath before finally taking his apron off. He let his pants fall just enough for his cock to spring out. Beel teased your hole with the tip of his dick. It was already red and leaking precum from just watching you.

He entered slowly, giving you time to get used to his length but he was heavy and even the agonizing pace he set was too much. A groan left Beel when he felt you twitch on him.

"You feel so good. I could never get enough." he mumbled looking into your eyes. He lifted his hand from the table and brought it to your mouth, using his thumb to trace your bottom lips gently. He bottomed out with a moan, shaking to restrain himself from thrusting without giving you time to get used to his size. You were so full he was already hitting your most sensitive parts. 

Grinding your hip on him, you let him know you were ready for him to start moving. He groaned and thrusted by reflex, earning a whimper from you. Beel started again, going slow but deep, pinning you onto the table with his body, his chest pressed against yours. You were so sensitive for him, sighing and gasping each time he thrusted deeper.

Beel picked up his pace, his hips met you with vigor causing you to grasp onto his shoulders. You couldn't find purchase from how hard he was thrusting and often your hands slid down to his chest letting you grab at them and rub along his nipples. He groaned into you ear and moved his thumb from your jaw to press into your lips. He needed to feel you more. 

You suckled at the honey and sweat that mixed on his hands. His thumb pressed your tongue down as he increased his speed once again. You could feel the air being knocked out of your lungs from each thrust. 

"You're doing so good. So good for me. So good." he mumbled, his voicing rasping to a croak when he felt you twitch around him. Tension built up in your gut. Beel could feel it too, he felt you tighten around him. He bit down on your shoulder not wanting to be too loud but he felt so good. He kissed the indents from his teeth before doing the same to the other side.

His hips started sputtering. You twitched at even the slightest movement, you were so close. At a sudden deep thrust, your vision went white, you clenched down, soaking Beel's shirt. He came with a muffled grunt, still biting down on your shoulder. He thrusted as deep as he could when he finally released his cum into you. His warmth filled you. 

 He released his mouth from your shoulder with a gentle kiss. You looked down at him with his thumb still hooked between your teeth. Beel smiled up at you with a chuckle. He wrapped both arms around your waist gingerly, hugging you and nuzzling his face into your neck.

When he finally pulled out and tucked himself into his pants, his cum dribbled onto the table and you sighed only just remembering where you were and how much your back hurts from being railed on such a hard surface. Your hips were so sore you wondered if you'll be able to even stand let alone finish lunch. 

"Was I too rough?" Beel asked worriedly. His unintentional puppy dog eyes made it hard to respond truthfully but you knew as soon as you got down he would be able to tell.

"Don't worry, I liked it. My legs just hurt. Can you get my clothes?" You smiled, causing him to nod. He grabbed your clothes and helped you put them on. 

"I'll finish lunch. You can just sit at the table and I'll carry you to bed when we're done eating." Beel kissed your temple, lifted you up gently by the thighs, and set you onto a kitchen chair. He picked up his apron from the floor and went back to cooking.

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i outta write some fan fictions but between reading them and thinking about it i jus don know

Time to play my favorite game

am i asexual or am i sex repulsed due to trauma??

we'll never know bc we're too scared to find out

I like my tumblr becayse no one ever sees it and I can feel free to post whatever I want. I'm not good at social media and I don like sticking to one thing. I don't like talking to people and I don like commenting on other people's things. I've been online since I was in elementary school and I still am jus a viewer in other people's lives ✌✌✌✌

I have decided to ignore all etiquette on this app and this app only. All other social media is behind me this is the only one I actually post on anyways.

**This decision was brought to you by: Accidentally finding porn while scrolling through hashtags!! Hashtags- you never know what you'll find**

hate to see people living your dream

love to see them flourish