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[bunicate]

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ warnings ꒱ྀི minor pregnancy and daddy kink. breeding. sasuke being kinda mean :p ﾉ wc ꒱ 1.1k ﾉ 18+

“noisy woman .”

he’s grumbling and muttering under his breath in annoyance. other than the meeting of sweat-slicken skin, there’s your pitiful cries that make his cock twitch regrettably. you’re pretty — far too cute of a shinobi even at your sloppiest.

a sibilant sound gets wrangled from his mouth at the subtle squeeze of your wet cunt, disrupting the steady momentum of his hips.

“shit.”

sasuke breathes out huffs of hot air, goosebumps rising on your heated skin. your mind is hazy, full of the thought of his thighs pressing stickily against your ass.

his strong hands plant themselves behind your knees, pushing them on either sides of your head.

“hnn— sasukeeeeeee.”

your eyes cross and your vision blurs. the sight sends blood straight to his throbbing sac, throwing the shinobi off. he staggers, causing his to cock slip out of your wet cunt and you cry at the emptiness. 

“n-nooo.”

your sharp pink nails dig into his skin, desperate to feel more of him.

he sucks his teeth. “would you calm down ?”

he pulls your hand away, and you let it fall against your forehead. your chest raises in anticipation, sweat dripping down the slopes of your breasts. he lines his fat head with your pussy, but god, your folds . . . they’re thick and fat, covering the very hole that he needs to bury himself in.

a trail of spit splats against your center. he couldn’t help it. your pussy is already doused in his cream and your sparkly arousal, but watching the spit drip down your opening ignited a fire in him.

sasuke’s left thumb pulls your lips apart, and his other hand firmly grips his cock. he rubs his heated member against your center before promptly sheathing himself inside.

“ s-sasukeee, y’r gnna hnnh—break me !”

he groans, doubling over from the intrusion.

“shut it.”

it feels like hours has passed the way he’s been mounting you. his cock is digging out your insides, his body caging you against the bed when his spend shoots out, but he’s not done — far from it.

“m’sorry . . . but you’re so big.”

and you’re fucking cute.

you were carefully done up so prettily. ribbons woven in your pigtails, konoha headband around the cinch of your waist, but those were long gone. one pigtail loosened, your makeup smeared, and clothes exposing your tits and cunt.

sasuke isn’t one to fawn over things like looks, he’s much more practical than that, but your beauty itself is a weapon. if he wasn’t careful, you’d puncture him.

you admire his lithe build, and it amazes you that despite being so slender, his cock was able to stretch your cunt until it burned. he re-adjusts the hand behind your knee. the other grabs the side of your ass, lifting you up and down his fat cock.

his strength still takes you aback. the thrusts were too much. your pussy was thoroughly ruined. you slowly begin to use your elbows to clamor away from the uchiha, but he grabs you tighter.

“don’t run from it.”

he’s never particularly talkative. only when he gets competitive and even then, he’d rather let his actions speak for themselves. but now, he can’t stop himself from provoking you. you were easy to rile up.

his hands on your hips slide down to grip the softness of your ass again to tug you back on his cock. your pussy makes an audible squelch when it collides against the base of his pelvis.

“what happened to all that talk earlier, hm ?” he eyes your lewd body, and god , maybe he can understand why jiraiya started waxing poetics about pretty girls.

pretty girls with pretty mouths and pretty holes to breed. he tugs at a puffy nipple, eager to put it in his mouth.

“‘I'm a big girl I can take it.’ that’s what you said, right? so show me. show me how big girls take it.”

you sniffle at the snark in his tone and condescension, but the trail of his warm tongue tracing the lines of your neck softens you.

“y’r mean sasuke.”

“and you’re a brat.”

he kisses you square on the lips, stuffing his tongue in your mouth. his thumb twirls around your clit, drawing precise patterns.

“am I still mean?”

you mewl from the redundant stroke on your achy bud .

“ a buh-big fat meanie.”

he gives one of his charming smirks that borders on a sly smile.

“but you like it. . . and you love me, which is why you said you help me, right ?”

he grabs his cock by the thickest part to pull out. he wipes his meaty tip on your sloppy mound before forcing himself back in. your walls squeeze around his girth, desperate to be full once more.

“'said you’d help me restore my clan.”

his palms pressed down on your belly, right where his cock reached. he’s stimulating all your sensitive spots, and you can barely put words together.

“god — you-you’re so . .”

he spanks your cunt and a pathetic stream of arousal escapes audibly.

he chuckles. “noisy mouth and an even noisier pussy . how cute.”

your knees want to close and push him away from you, but he doesn’t move . like an animal, he keeps you pinned down, and like prey, you can't break free from his grasp. only instead of sinking his claws into you, he sinks his cock deeper, pressing up against your womb.

“squeezing me so tightly. you must want it so bad.” he’s flushed against you, resting all his weight to keep you in place.

“want me to make you a uchiha ? my little wife ?"

“hiccup—p-please.”

“please what ?”

you whine, “make me yours.”

your legs connect at hips, pushing him further into you. he grunts, “so shameless . . . a filthy woman.”

you’re embarrassed. tears wells up in your eyes, and you look at him with adoration, even as he talks so recklessly.

“keep staring at me like that. m’ gonna breed this fat cunt all night.”

he gives you another messy kiss and there’s a surge of happiness when he matches your eagerness. he poured everything into it, tongue lapping at your lips and swallowing your precious moans.

“wan’ to make you a daddy , sasuke,” you whisper.

and he nearly bottoms out. “f-fuck.”

you reach down to grab your breast that jumps with every thrust, pulling on a pert nipple.

“gonna fuck you until my seed takes. until your tits get fat with milk.”

sasuke's on the brink of a rush . though he pursued a life of darkness and revenge, he buried that angst long ago. still, he never thought he’d live to think about things like women and starting families of his own, and now he was here making it a reality.

his mind is plagued with the images of children, a fruitful clan and the swell of your stomach.

he delivers more plunges, fat balls slapping against your seam until they throb. he expels with a sudden start, releasing inside you for the umpteenth that night.

he presses you flushed against him, determined to have nothing escape, not even a drop. he wanted to be sure that you’d be true to your word. you’d be his little wife, free to use and knock up.

sasuke rubs your belly, eyes gleaming red from the numbing intensity. he takes greedy gulps of air watching as you’re stricken with complete lust.

his name falls from your lips like a spell and there’s the familiar burn of desire swirling in his abdomen.

“one more time.”

[mikiruie]

@h8ani

Xiao

[bunicate]

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི ₊˚ 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. lucifer x fem reader

warnings ꒱ྀི daddy kink. prbly excessive use of princess/little girl/human. size kink. praise. nipple sucking. fingering. possessive luci. unedited as usual. wc ꒱ 6k ﾉ 18+

note . . ᘏ⑅ᘏ ﾉ i dunno if this is even a repost anymore bcuz the original fic was only 2k words :c . . i also thought I wasn’t cwazy abt luci anymore but boy . . wus i wrong. i still luv him dearly. i hope anyone who reads this enjoys. thankuuu ^_^

lucifer could never understand why humans, beings fettered by something as meaningless as mortality, could possess the ties to control and bind demons.

how such frail bodies of small messes, succumbing to sicknesses, phobias, and other little weirds are able to form pacts with such powerful creatures

it’s a polarizing thought that he’s never challenged or sought to change. he understands them for what they are. arguably worse than demons, and he wants nothing to do with them. they are violent, weak, and fickle, and somehow—in the irony of it all—the universe plays a trick on him.

he lowered his defenses and foolishly got ahead of himself. he was unlike his brothers; he didn’t need love or companionship, and yet, of all the powerful beings and creatures, it’s a human that turned him into something unrecognizable.

it was faceless, sneaking up on him, and he was unable to remedy it as he slowly felt it consume him whole.

a bond was webbed between the two of you, and he’s certain, frighteningly so, that nothing could break it.

granted, that level of trust surely didn’t form overnight, as you proved to be quite troublesome. you were used to peeking your nose where it didn’t belong and going into places mortals should never be, making his job more difficult, but still, he trusts you.

with six younger demon brothers and a human to look after, discord became frequent. secrets wrapped tightly were easily unveiled just from your existence in devildom.

he kept a mental checklist of all your wrongdoings, and now your invasion of his heart was another.

his heart.

nothing but proof of his existence, only meant to pump blood and oxygen, has now expanded far too much to fit within his ribcage. it was suffocating.

it made room for a different kind of love, for someone else, and he didn’t think it was possible. he became spoiled by your affections.

he yearned so much for you that he was convinced that his carnage and sadism might have withered. at least, that's what he thought, only to realize it’s been tucked away in a cavity that you simultaneously filled.

he’s unfortunately reminded that it never really went anywhere. he’s respected and feared by all, and yet it wasn’t enough to deter his brothers from causing any mishaps, especially one in particular.

♡ . . ♡

it’s dinner when lucifer decides to strike.

chatter and the smell of only the best food in devildom fill the room. he almost feels bad for souring the joyful atmosphere—almost, but as always, there's an impending conflict that would render him irritable for the rest of the night.

he sits at the head of the table as the eldest brother and strongest demon, earning everyone's stare from the shift in the atmosphere. you and his brothers could sense that he wasn’t going to make a meager announcement. lucifer moves slowly, careful to prevent any of his heedless anger from slipping through.

he looks at everyone in the room, but his gaze lingers on you a bit longer.

“forgive me for interrupting dinner, but it’s come to my attention that someone here has stolen something valuable of mine.” his voice is deep, stern, and accusing. it echoes in the candle-lit hall.

“my credit card.”

maybe it's his sadistic streak, but he knew asking that question was ultimately trivial. he knows which of his brothers is guilty; you all did.

there’s only one demon dumb and desperate enough to steal from lucifer of all people, and while the perpetrator was obvious, it didn’t make anyone any less anxious.

the avatar of pride is infamous for his punishments, and no one wanted to be on the receiving end. when anything goes amiss, they must answer to him, and you were no exception to that rule.

you point your manicured finger at mammon, and his expression morphs into utter terror. he yelps at your tattling, already plotting at least three different ways to make his escape.

“oh my,” asmo laughs.

belphie yawns obnoxiously, unamused by the series of events. it was just another typical night in the house of lamentation; nothing should surprise anyone, and still, lucifer let a troubled sigh escape.

mammon throws a fit of indignation, as if his culpability wasn’t already obvious.

tossing his hands in the air, he whines, “damn it. why’d ya’ have to tell?” he slides down the seat of the chair, trying to avoid lucifer’s angered stare as much as possible.

you don’t think to reply, almost even rolling your eyes at him. everyone knows it’s him, and like the well-behaved girl you are, you figure it makes no sense to drag out the inevitable.

but when everyone’s eyes settle on you in curiosity, you slouch in your chair and blush at the sudden attention. you feel nervous, like you made a blunder of some sort.

they expectantly await your answer, but you don't have one.

“s-sorry, mammon,” you squeak out.

your hands in between your thighs and fidget under their stares.

you couldn’t, at least not confidently, admit that lucifer has you wrapped around his finger. he expects far too much of you, and you couldn’t possibly ruin that because of mammon, but that didn’t lessen the slight guilt from easing in.

“don’t apologize,” lucifer says, bolstering his voice—his attempt at scolding mammon while reassuring you.

“it’s not up to her to entertain your lies. perhaps if you weren’t always up to no good, she wouldn’t have to confess to your wrongdoings,” he lectures.

he sneers at him, and you watch as the younger demon slinks back further. “you’re the second oldest. act like it.”

mammon huffs.

“ahhh, lucifer, you’re no fun.”

admittedly, the brothers would get away with a lot more if it weren’t for your honesty.

make no mistake, they all love you dearly, but the troublemakers couldn’t tolerate your obedience when it comes to lucifer.

when he asked you who ate all the food satan prepared for breakfast the next day, you didn’t hesitate to say it was beel. when he asks you who wrote ‘lucifer sucks :p’ on his wall, you don’t stutter to inform him of satan’s and belphie’s not-so-secretive plan of his tormentation.

anything he wants, anything he asks, you obey. that was just the nature of your relationship.

after mammon realizes pouting won’t get him out of trouble with lucifer, he goes back to eating, and the others follow suit. soon the lively atmosphere returned, but you felt rather self-conscious.

you looked over at lucifer in the hope of finding something that you're weren't sure of yet, only to see that he was already staring at you. you nibble on your spoon, suddenly feeling bare from his lowered gaze.

there is a sense of security that you crave. his look of approval serves as a reminder of why you’re faithful to him. it was rewarding to know that your loyalty didn’t go unnoticed.

you look away quickly to hide your flusteredness by sipping on your tea, but the sweet taste of earl gray isn’t enough to distract you.

dinner begins to slow and wrap up. one by one, everyone bids their goodbyes. mammon is the first to depart, knowing he’d need as much of a head start as possible. when you finish the remainder of your dinner, you get up to leave as well.

you think about how to spend the rest of your evening, and your mind wanders to cramped thighs and ruined pillows.

you grow heated by the memory of previous nights. you touched yourself too many times to count after constantly witnessing lucifer’s disheveled state after his long day of reprimanding.

you stuffed your cunt with your fingers nightly, trying to mimic the feeling of something much larger. it was difficult to commit such acts quietly in a home full of creatures with nearly perfect hearing, and still, you wonder what fantasy will tether you tonight.

maybe the one when he fucks you in diavolo’s office, or your personal favorite, he punishes you.

you fantasize about him pulling up your dainty dress to put you over his lap and spank your plump ass until cum soaks your thighs, but tonight, you don’t have to conjure up anything.

lucifer stops you in the middle of your daydream. grabbing your wrist gently, he catches you by surprise.

you clumsily turn. frazzled eyes meet unwavering carmines. you’re almost certain he could hear the thump beating between your legs.

the prideful demon pulls you close, forcing your bodies to collide and connect like missing pieces. his breath is warm against your ear.

“would you like to come by my chambers later tonight?”

you look up to search his face, wondering if there’s even a sign of doubt. after countless days and nights and all sorts of muddled feelings between sheets, there is a part of you that can’t truly accept that he sought you.

one of the most eligible bachelors in all of devildom, known for his fearsomeness, is holding you like you were glass, asking for your company.

you soak in his expression, and it’s nothing less than firm and impenetrable, and it's then that you realize it was not a question. he was not asking.

struck with a whirlwind of desire from that revelation, you nod weakly, but the demon only shakes his head in response.

“words, my little human.”

your head tilts on its axis only for a moment. your chest had to be wide open, bearing your insides to him. the effect he had on you must have been that obvious. you’re a puddle.

was it normal to feel the static every time he was around, after every word he spoke?

you feel hazy, but also a small sense of relief that you no longer have to question if he still wants you. you’ve exhausted your fingers and toys, and finally, what you have been needlessly craving would be fulfilled in a room only a few doors down. his gaze flickers to your lips, and they shine with promise.

you mustered up all the courage you had left.

“yes, i would love to come by later.”

you’re amazed that it didn’t come out as wobbly as you anticipated. you’ve gotten better at pretending, you suppose.

lucifer gives you a sweet smile. he’s pleased with your answer, and butterflies erupt in your full belly.

his gloved hand then completely engulfs yours to bring it to his lips. not once breaking eye contact, he kisses your knuckle before he departs. a hopeless romantic.

he sets out to find mammon, and that gives you enough time to prepare.

you stalk up the stairs, declining levi’s invitation for a night of competitive gaming pitifully on the way. you’ll make it up to him next time.

by ushering yourself into your room, you act immediately. you don’t spend too long getting ready. a steaming, hot shower would suffice. you wash up with a bar of gentle soap, then follow through with too many to-count spritzes of perfume and faint-smelling lotion.

white with pastel pink trim.

your night clothes are simple and short enough to keep him on his toes. you look over at yourself in the mirror.

when did you become so daring ? you didn’t know. maybe asmo’s tips on charm and seduction were finally rubbing off on you. you wonder what his reaction would be if you told him you were using them on his brother. maybe he already knew.

you turn off your light and open your door. you peek down the hall.

it’s silent and empty, just as you predicted.

quietly, you shut the door, cursing to yourself when you hear the faint cry of the rusty hinges. your trek down to his room was anxiety-inducing, but in a good way. you feel refreshed, your body is more than ready, and you’re excited.

you hoped no one would drop by unexpectedly. beel would most likely wake up in the middle of the night for a snack, but the kitchen was in the opposite direction of lucifer’s room. not that it mattered anyway.

it wasn’t really a secret—not that those lasted with you around—but it would be. . . awkward. you’d much rather not have to deal with anyone overhearing all the naughty things you’ll beg him to do.

you stop your train of thought when you reach the end of the hallway. you’re in front of his door, and you sway from your heels to your tippy toes. the fluttery ache in your chest was making you skittish.

you take a breath to compose yourself, and then you knock with three light taps.

“come in”

it takes a good chunk of your strength to open his heavy door, but you appreciate the time it grants you. it gives you the space to calm yourself down and ease your prickly nerves.

when you enter, you let your eyes wander around the room first. nothing but books, old records, and silhouettes of things you couldn’t make out in the dark. you walk in and find him leaning against his unusually messy desk.

there's soft light from the lamp that hugs his frame and illuminates his coat discarded on the nearby dresser.

he fiddles with the strap of his gloves, giving you a small smile at the sight of your presence.

“you don’t have to knock, my love.”

he allows his gaze to explore, drinking in the outfit you picked out specifically for him. already, his trousers are suffocating and distracting him, but he’s quick to recover.

you bite your lip out of habit under his lustful stare.

“i know, but i wanted to just in case you were busy . . .”

there’s an amused huff.

his long legs carry him over to where you stand swiftly. his thumbs caress the apples of your cheeks, and he presses a kiss against your forehead.

“sweet girl.” and the way it skirts the edge of sensuality could make you melt. “even if i am, feel free to steal me away,” he whispers.

you swallow down a moan at the thought. maybe one day he'll eat those words.

his hand trails from your face to the nape of your neck and pauses.

“you washed your hair,” he observes.

you shake your head.

“it got a little wet in the shower so I’m just letting it air dry for a bit, luci.”

you pull at a wet strand and watch it dutifully bounce back in place. “ i was too lazy to dry it.“

he watches the notion with careful eyes. you wanted to giggle at how serious he looked.

“i wish you would’ve asked me to help you. i don’t want you getting a cold.”

you smile at his sincerity. you realized very early on that lucifer enjoyed tending to you. he likes consistency and being depended on.

‘it’s for your own well-being,’ he says, but you think he likes to have a pretty girl to fuss over

you offer him a small pout. “i did think about it, but i assumed you were still scolding mammon. i didn’t want to bother you.”

“besides.” you turn away, “i don’t think he wants to see me right now”

already, you’re embarrassed by the thought of facing mammon again. flustered, you recall tonight’s dinner and the look on their faces. you are definitely going to avoid them at school tomorrow.

you slouch, "he totally hates me.”

you say it half-heartedly, but lucifer looks at you with seriousness.

he softly grabs you by your chin. “don’t speak like that. he doesn’t hate you—none of us do, and i’m not sure we are capable of harboring such thoughts.”

you smile. “i dunno. i’m pretty sure you guys hated my guts when i first came.” you chuckle, thinking he’d at least join in, but he frowns. his heavy hand strokes the top of your head in an affectionate rhythm.

“we had our differences, and i was far too harsh. that i know.”

there’s a faraway look in his eye, and you know there’s a silent storm forming. you reach out to cup his cheek, and he melts into your touch.

“i never hated you,” he says.

you knew that your actions played a part in straining the early stages of your relationship. you also had to come to terms that not only lucifer, but multiple brothers harbored resentment towards humans,

its not a perfect story, but everything about this was completely unconventional. you’re just a woman who somehow found herself stuck in an attempt at other-worldly diplomacy, now sandwiched between the trying relationships of seven powerful demons.

things are rocky, but it’s the happiest you’ve ever been.

“i was only teasing, luci. i'm not mad or scared anymore.”

the hand you rested on his cheeks gets gripped by his larger ones, and he kisses your palm fondly.

“besides, i think we both know i wasn’t completely innocent.”

he takes a deep inhale.

“still, i think about how things were before.” he recalls the past in disdain; he blames his pride and then himself.

“my brothers and i . . . we are devoted to you, and we have the pacts to prove it.”

it’s a provocation you’re still not entirely used to. you had 7 demons who offered themselves to you, and the proof is imprinted on their skin.

in the human world, you’re everything and nothing at the same time. feelings of loneliness and insecurity that are far too loud and are still not enough to matter. you realized everyone lived selfishly, and your heart wasn’t hardened enough to follow suit.

lucifer's thoughts about humans didn’t change, despite his proximity to you. talks of your life as a young girl only cemented his thinking.

you were far too perfect for humans, too devious for angels, and too innocent for demons.

you were an entity on your own, and scarily he worshiped you. all of you.

he’d never tire of sinking his cock into your wet cunt, filling you with his seed, and hearing those saccharine moans that fall from glossed lips. he was ravenous, but you truly didn’t know the extent of it.

“my brothers care for you deeply, as do i, but you must know.” his eyes seem darker and much more predatory, and you can’t bring yourself to look away. like a bunny trapped in a hunter's cage, your doe eyes double in size and tremors rattle through your frame.

“you’re mine alone. your mind and body belong to only me.”

lucifer is well aware that six other cocks competed for your attention. a crass choice of words, but nothing less than true. they vied for the human girl, with nearly everyone wrapped around her dainty fingers. you are a color in the world shrouded in sisyphean darkness.

his lips part on your skin. “they can touch and taste you because i allow it.”

rough hands pull up your skirt, and he grabs a handful of your ass. “this . . . this is all mine.”

you make sure to turn and give your butt a little wiggle. it's more than a sultry gesture, and lucifer thinks a human so docile posing erotically might be the one thing to kill him.

how do you make soiled underwear look so pretty and enticing? there’s a possessive streak, a soft darkness that opens its curtains upon your presence. it peers over his shoulder, urging him to devour you. to pick at your remains until he’s consumed you.

“you're beautiful,” he groans. he inches close to you, and you think your lips are going to meet halfway, but he kisses your forehead.

then, your eyelids, your nose, and the side of your mouth, you look at him with half-lidded eyes, and he doesn’t budge when you try to squirm.

lucifer steps back and leads you to his chair. he settles into the squeaky leather until his back is comfortably cushioned.

he pats his firm lap.

“come.”

you know he’s holding back. his muscles ripple beneath you, he slouches farther into his chair, his legs spread to give his groin space to freely twitch against the slackness of his pants, and it only invites you

you struggle to decide where to sit. his knee or over his lap, both very promising positions, but he decides for you. he pulls your hip so your cunt is nestled right up against his cock. you sigh breathily, already your brain turning to mush.

“i didn’t even touch you, and you’re already making such a mess, sweet girl.”

the angle you tilt your head hides your expression, but from the flutter of your lashes and the purses of your lips, he knows you’ve grown shy.

"you kissed me,”

your sweet tone and your faint aroma of honeysuckle and jasmine make his cock stir.

“is that why you’re so worked up? just from my kiss?”

not even on the lips—not yet at least, and you’ve already wetted the fabric with your sticky arousal.

“what will happen when daddy touches right here?”

it’s a feathery graze against your protruding bud. his knuckles nudge the seat of the moist cotton, right where the white turned nearly transparent against your swollen cunt.

“it aches, doesn’t it?”

slender fingers slip under the band teasingly. he studies the subtle twitch of your hole, pumping a stream of glossy slick.

“do you want me to make it go away, hm? do you want daddy to make it better?”

you nod, a broken moan falling from your trembling lips.

“ i wantmore daddy.”

you spread your legs wider, hoping he’d be more generous with his caress.

“soon, my love.”

his hands trail from your pants to your stomach to your shoulders.

his hands rub your stomach and under your breast, settling right on your hip. you know he is hyper-aware of the thin fabric separating his cock from your heat.

even in his lap, he’s taller than you, but only by a few inches. his eyes are low and hazy.

“i wish to take my time with you.”

his thumb trails over your nipple.

“you have no idea how much i missed you.”

his other fingers pull at the other nipple.

you’ve felt those same digits on your neck, in your mouth, curled around your wrist and threaded between your fingers, and now between your thighs

he begins to grope at your exposed flesh. he admires how supple they appear, and he has to restrain himself from sinking his teeth into them.

your body never falters, and it responds so well to his hot and addicting touch. lucifer tries not to tease you; after all, he is rewarding you, but the little sounds and pants that leave your lips almost make him rethink.

your skirt is wrinkled, and he flips it at your hip, and your entire bottom half is almost fully exposed. your bare legs are on display, and so is your clothed mound. he mumbles sweet praises into the side of your breast while tracing the outline of your pussy through your pants with his finger.

you pull him away from your chest to kiss him, and lucifer has to remember that you’re human. that your small and pouty mouth, which struggles to swallow, is as fragile as the rest of you. palms splayed about on your back remind him he can mold you.

his hands are in a constant of motion, tugging and squeezing at your flesh. it feels like he’s in awe of every part of your body no matter how it differs from his. his touches are messy and yet controlled. they search you in subtle restraint, fearful that they’ll hurt you.

you’ve never been touched this way. to have someone want you so desperately— to possess you almost. his hands are burning you and you feel on top of the world.

you moan at his caress and feel heat rush through your body. if it weren’t for the lack of air in his lungs, he’d never pull away but eventually he does. lucifer experimentally probes your clit and looks up at your face to admire your expression.

“do you like that?” he whispers. you bite your lip, and your voice raises in pitch, “mhm.”

lucifer smirks to himself and kisses your nipple. “what did i say about words, little one?”

he stops his ministrations on your cunt and licks at your areola teasingly. he settles the tip of his tongue on your heated bud, flicking it, sending a shiver down your spine.

“is my good girl acting up?.”

“n-no, daddy, never.”

between each breath, he plants open-mouthed kisses across your chest.

“i hope so. i would hate to have to punish you.”

he sucks diligently and roughly. his tongue aggressively strokes your nipple, addicted to how it feels in his mouth. he closes his eyes and continues his assault on your chest.

your soft cries filled his room, and the feeling of your teat on the surface of his wet muscles pleased him. the aforementioned headache was long gone because the plushness of your body took over his mind and soul.

you may feel an indescribable urge to obey him, but he's just as much under your spell as you’re under his. he’s the embodiment of pride, but he’s not against admitting that you invade every inch of him. you don’t know it yet, but anything you ask of him, he will deliver. he wonders if you could hear his heart thrumming against his chest.

you’re naked, but he feels equally as exposed.

he continues sucking on one breast, his other hand busied itself, rubbing the neglected one. you arch into his touch, your tit spilling out of his hand. the weight of it feels secure in his large palm.

the stimulation has you unruly within his embrace. one minute, your hips are still from his flicks at your pussy, and then it jerks up, wanting more from his skilled and wandering hands.

lucifer likes this side of you, desperate and unashamed of how you wanted him to use your body.

you’re so sensitive that any subtle movement sends pressure to your clit. every time you whimper, especially loudly, he's quick to praise you.

“such lovely noises. i bet you’d do anything to please me, hm?” he hums.

you remember his earlier warning eager to be on your best behavior. “yes, daddy.”

it was hard to verbalize but you were at his mercy. anything for his approval, anything for his praise, you’d do it, especially if it meant you’d get rewarded like this.

he then pulls up your soaked panties, and you gasp at the sudden gesture. they stretch across the surface of your wet pussy, and they snap from his brute strength. the break in the fabric spanking your cunt.

“what a pretty thing.”

he tosses your ripped panties to the floor, ruining your perfect set. but he’d buy you another.

“i just want to be your good girl,” you say, rubbing your legs together in anticipation.

“you’re always my good girl. isn’t that right?”

you nod and feel happiness bloom.

“the best girl for daddy,” lucifer sensually encourages.

at this rate, you’re dizzy and drunk on his intoxicating words and erotic touch. you’re babbling, and lucifer finds it endearing.

you whine when he finally takes his gloved finger and rubs slow and tight circles on your slippery bud. “dada—.” you cry especially loud.

“i know, i know,” he shushes.

you felt relief consume you at the friction of his gloves on your trembling cunny. he continues to rub and fiddle with it until you’re forced to bury your mewls into the crook of his neck.

he takes another finger and presses down on your twitchy button, and you flinch at the sudden burst of pleasure.

he knows your body like the back of his hand, and he knows how to make you fall apart. his finger continues to work on your sensitive nub, and you gradually begin to soak his lap with your arousal.

he drags his fingers over your labia and grazes over your desperate hole.

within a few strokes, he plunges two fingers into your heat. he watches you push your tits into his face from the pleasure that forces the arch in your back. and he takes a deep inhale. your pussy greedily latches onto his fingers, and you’re practically fucking his hand.

“you look so delicious in my lap. such a beautiful sight, and it's reserved for only me.”

the depth of his voice sends shudders through your body

he loved how his fingers slid right in. it felt like your pussy was made to take what he gave you. his big fingers fervently stroke your insides, and your legs shake.

just watching your tiny hole stretch to the width of his fingers threatened his self-control. he wanted to fill you with something much bigger, and he’d know you would take it because you're his precious girl.

he wants to see your cunt wrapped around his heavy cock, but he’d settle for now.

just seeing you so pliant in his arms from his tongue lapping at your breast and his large fingers was enough for him.

you drip all over his wrist, and it darkens his gloves.

lucifer’s fingers rub every soft ridge, and your cunt is more than happy for it. the wetness, the squelch, the tightness—it’s overwhelming for you. you feel as if you’re finally unraveling.

"i'm going to cum, daddy. please." you don’t know what you're begging for, but whatever he was willing to do, you needed it now.

lucifer knows you’re close—very close. you’ve nearly gone stiff, and you’re shaking against him. your toes are curled, and your first is clutched.

“oh, is this princess’ pussy going to make a mess?” he coaxes. you open your mouth, moaning, and lucifer leans down. your foreheads are touching, and you unabashedly mewl, your minty breath fanning his face. “is she going to cream for me?”

you feel your orgasm sneaking up on you. lucifer only increases the pace of his fingers thrusting in and out of your cunny. he becomes more brutal, only wanting you to be within his arms as his only goal.

he’s so close to you that your lashes touch his skin. sweat simmers on your chest, and he sucks on your now bruised bottom lip from all your biting.

with two fingers still buried inside you, stroking your walls, he presses his thumb to your clit once more.

“that’s it, it’s pretty girl.”

you felt it coming; you had ample time, and you tried to keep yourself contained, but the force was still too unbearable. you had no idea how much he was holding back.

“i’m so much bigger than you. so much stronger, and you’re so little, princess.” he chuckles in a state of disbelief.

“and you’re not even scared.”

“you’re too trusting, but i suppose that’s why i love you so much. daddy’s brave little girl.”

like a lick of lightning, lucifer feels his desire threaten to snap. his human—his sweet mess full of little weirds, kind eyes, and a soft mouth was going to make him lose himself. he's growling like a beast with every chant of his name.

“daddydaddydaddy —hiccup— love you lots, b-but. i-i can’t think anymore. can’t take it.”

drool collects on the side of your mouth.

“i know it’s a lot for you right now, but you’re doing so well, princess.”

he re-adjusts your body on his lap. “just think about daddy and his fingers.”

the appendages stretching your cunt pull out briefly.

“look at that precious pussy.”

he spreads your labia watching the uneasy throb of your hole that begged to be stuffed.

lucifer wants to mount you, but he remembers what he is when he can smell the blood pumping through veins and the feeling of your heartbeat under the tips of his fingers.

he needs to treat you like a prized dolly to dress up, to kiss, and to fuck.

you don’t need to think; he knows what’s best, and he wants to keep you on a shelf for his own use.

you made him a beast, luring him into darkness, but he was never good at hiding. he felt like he was defiling you. you were truly an entity different from anything he’s ever known. sweet as brown sugar, and he’s tainting you.

still, the thrust of his arms grows stronger. nothing but the milky, wet sounds of your drenched cunt

“your little pussy is crying. you can let go for me.”

your hearts swell with another wave of heat. the sweet babbles of you wanting to reciprocate his love die on your tongue when your body stills. you toss your head back with a pretty wail nearing your crescendo. noisily, his fingers pump your pussy with trickles of wetness spurting out.

your hips jolt forward and erratically hump the heel of his palm, hoping to reach your end much sooner.

“m right there, —!”

he's going to make you cum hard. everything from the sound of his voice to his rough fingers to the shape of his cock could make you cream. his skill never fails you, always leaving you nearly boneless. you’re always going to come crawling back for more, without a doubt.

lucifer feels your walls pulsate around him, warning him of your impending orgasm, and it strokes his ego.

“daddyyyy,” you pant deliriously. his thumb drags at your clit repeatedly and with the sensation of your insides being drained, you sob. you’re too loud, but you can't remain silent any longer.

lucifer kisses your forehead to soothe you, and with a slight pinch of your throbbing cunt, you erupt in the middle of his embrace. the dam finally breaks, and your pussy convulses angrily like it's trying to push his fingers out.

“thaaaaat’s it, baby. daddy is so proud of you.”

he increases his pace, draining you of all the cum your cunny could pump out. until your knees buckle around his wrists.

your chest expands, desperate for more air. your head is fogging up, and you’re exhausted. your limbs are strewn across the demon, lacking complete strength.

lucifer lets you cool off from your high, and he slips his fingers out of you. without hesitation, he buries them into his mouth. the taste of you fills his taste buds to utter satisfaction. you're delicious, sweet and sour, and addicting. he would inject the very essence of you into his veins if he could. but maybe he's already hooked on you; that would explain his racing mind filled with thoughts of only you.

this demon that he’s become terrifies him, but he doesn't want to change. his family and his precious human are all he needs.

he wraps you up in his arms and hugs you. your back is now pressed into his chest, eyes closed blissfully. lucifer tucks your head under his chin, and you rest safely in his hold.

he silently admires the number he did on your body and feels the familiar feeling of pride bursts within him. he looks at your beautiful face, your puffy nipples, and used pussy and he feels gratified fulfillment engulf him.

“perfect human,” he mumbles.

he graces you with another kiss on your heated skin.

“my obedient little girl.”

[whoisgirlboss]

by girlboss ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎୧ kaomoji ୨

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎૮꒰◌´ତ `◌ ꒱ྀིა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ૮꒰ྀི ◞ ๑ ◟ ꒱ა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ૮꒰ྀི ୨ ៸៸៸ ୧ ྀི꒱ა

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ໒ྀི꒰ ◞ ‌ ◟ ꒱ྀིა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ૮꒰◌ .๑. ꒱ა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ໒꒰ྀི >ヮ<꒱ྀི১

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ૮꒰˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎໒꒰ྀི -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ ꒱ྀིა ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ໒꒰ྀི 𖦹 ˕ × ꒱ྀིა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎໒꒰ྀི ੭-ࡇ-꒱ྀི੭

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ୧ simple symbols ୨

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ୨୧‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ೀ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ✰‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ꒰ † ੭‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ໒꒱‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ♱ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ᡴꪫ‎ 𔘓

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ꪆ୧‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‹𝟹 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ✦‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎✿‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎๑ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ᨳິ‎ ‎ 𓄯ᩙ⠀⠀♡𝅼 ‎

‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ᰍ︵ꪒꪒ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ 𓋜‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ැ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ✮ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ 𐂯‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ฅ ฅ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ꒰ঌ

[miyaz6ki]

symbol pack + txt dividers

﹆⁺ 𖧧🧇໑ ₊˚𓍼 ⊂╰ ﹒ ᖗ❀🍥˖ ﹕･･₊˚ʚ・⸝⸝ᘏᘏ ✦ ꒷₊˚ ︰꒱꒱﹒𓂅 ₊˚୨୧ ★₊˚୭ ॱ˖ ┊✦．╰╮﹒✎゛𓂅⨯⁺ ︰ 𑁯 𓂅⨯⁺ⵌ・꒱✦．ᨓ❀𓂅˚ ﹒.₊˚Ꮚ✦ ❜₊✧ ୧⌒𓄹 ໒🍷꒱˃ᴗ˂ ഒ˚🍒₊꒷ᘏ 𓂅 ︶꒦꒷₊˖˚₊ ✎‧₊ᓚ୨୧︶₊˚꒷ꮺ︶꒷꒦𓌹-𓌺˳˚✦ˎˊ-🍥 ⸝⸝・꒰꒰❏₊˚・₊˚ฅˎˊ꒱꒱♡꒷˚₊੭꒰꒰✦﹝🍥﹞꒱꒱ˎˊ-꒷‧₊˚﹆✿੭︰☆꒰꒰✦・┊🍄꒱🦢๑‧˚₊꒷୭୧₊˚⊹︰₊˚Ꮚ𓂅୨⊹╰・𓂃 ꒷꒦︶₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎꒱₊˚ ↷₊˚⑅𖦆₊˚໒`୨꒷Ꮼ ᗢ𓄹 ׅ ࣪ ˖︶꒷꒦⊹˚Ꮚ₊꒷︶꒷⊹˚Ꮺ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ꒰ ᐡ ´͈ ᐜ `͈ ᐡ ꒱ ˃ᴗ˂ (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) (ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ) ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ᘏ⑅ᘏ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ . ୨ ࣪ ⊹𖥔˖࣪ ¡! 𖤐 ˓ ⊹ ˚. ‹ 𓂃◖ ˖ ݁ ˓ ╱ ᵎᵎ ꒦꒷𓄰⊹ ꉂ ˖ ݁ ˓ 𒀭 ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 ꉂ𓄰 ִֶָ ˓ 𖣠 ݁ ✦ ִֶָ ࣪ ،ヤ ! ◟⊹ ˚˖ ▹ ℜ 𖥸 ࣪ ، ̧¡ ﹫｡ ! ≛ ، . ‹ℜ ࣪𝅄 ャﾞ𒀭𖤩 ˖˚ 𖠿 ‣ ִֶָ ، ♥︎.⭒ ۫ ׅ 🌸 𝅄 𓈈 𐑺ִ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹ ꙳⸌♡⸍꙳ 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ʚ♡ɞ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) १ (꒪˙꒳˙꒪ ) 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ໒ ﹢ 𖧧 ৶ ⭒ ତ ♡ ৎ୭ ଘ ɞ ✦ 𖤐 ★ ✧ ♥︎ ତ っ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა 𓂃𑁍 ࣪˖ 🐇🩰 Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰› ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ ˖ ݁ ˓ 𖣠 𓏲·˚ ͙ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ⑅₎ ⊹ 𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ 𓏲࣪ 𓄹𓈒 ˖ ࣪ ꒷ ꐑꐑ𔘓 𖦹 𓍢 ›𓂃 ִֶָ ࣪ 𓂅 ᕱ ᕱ ¸𓏲࣪ ˚꒷ キ ˖𓂃 ִֶָ ๋ ꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱ ꗃ 𓂃 ⌕ ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა. ๑ 𓂅 ୨ ꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦ ๑ ♡ ﹕₊˚ ✦・୨୧・ ˎˊ- 〜 ꒷꒦ ╭・꒷꒦꒰ ︵︵﹆ . ⁺ . ✦ ﹒₊˚𓂃 ★﹒₊‧ ★・⸝⸝﹒₊˚﹕﹒₊‧ ﹒₊˚𓂃・・・🌸 ———————・✦・﹕★﹒₊‧ ╰╮﹔﹒⧣₊˚ ˚₊﹒﹒╭╯ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ╭╯ ╰╮l﹒⧣ 𓆩 𓆪 𓄴 𓄵 𓄶 𓄷 ❀ ꈍᴗꈍ ꃋᴖꃋ 🌷ɞ ꒦₊˚

╴╴╴╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ ╴╴╴╴˚ೃ ╴╴

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

‿︵‿︵‿୨ ୧‿︵‿︵‿

✿﹕ ︵︵✧₊︵︵ꕤ₊˚︵ ૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ﹕ɞ

. ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠. ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠. ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠

˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ *˚

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

─ · ─ · ─ · ─ · ─ ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑

°:. *₊ ° . ☆ °:. *₊ ° . ° .•

₊✧˚﹕︶︶︶﹕૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ₎ა﹕︶︶︶﹕ ˚✧₊

━━━━━━ʕ•㉨•ʔ━━━━━━━

꙳ ੭ * ‧ ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ‧ ⨯ (๑>ᴗ<๑) . ⁺ ✦ * . ˚ ⨯ ੭ * ‧

(･ω･)つ ──────────── ⊂(･ω･)

▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

︻デ═一・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

— — — — — — — — — — — — — —

＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

꒦ˎˊ˗ ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ꒦꒷꒦₊˚

【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】

✠ ——— ✠ ——— ✠ ——— ✠

➽───────────────❥

。✯ ＼｜／。✯ ＼ ｜ ／✯ 。✯ ＼ ｜ ／✯ 。

ɷ( ' ' )ɷ : ⊹ ̟˖ ⁀꒷꒦ ꒰꒰ ⊹꒷︶

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

• ──────── ⌒⌒⌒ ︶︶︶

︶꒦︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦‧ ₊˚・

꒷︶꒥꒷‧₊ ໒( ” •̀ ᗜ •́ ” )७ ₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷

: ・ෆ・┈・┈・ᕱ⑅ᕱ・┈・┈・ෆ・ :

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈・╴﹕꒰ ᐢ｡- ༝ -｡ᐢ ꒱﹕╴・┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱

╭────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╮

╰────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╯

ᗢ𓄹 ׅ ࣪ ˖︶꒷꒦⊹˚Ꮚ₊꒷︶꒷⊹˚Ꮺ

✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

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like n rbs r appreciated >.<

[mikiruie]

@dragons-and-skulls

kenma doodles

[nicodefresas]

—Symbols pack ͙͘͡★

꣑꣒ ۫◟｡ ۪ ۪ ͜ ݂۫ ׄ ꢾ꣒ ෆ 𖦹₊ ⊹┆ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ৻ꪆ ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟

ꕀ ᥀ ♡︭ ୭ৎ 𓋜 ㅤਏ͟ਓ ──ㅤ 𝗜𝗜𝗫 ㅤ ✦ 𖦷 ✩ㅤ📰 ♡⃛ ⊰ 天 堂 ✹ ㅤ( 𑂴ᰍ ) 𐐪𐑂 ᡣ𐭩˙ᵕ˙ᰔᩚ જ⁀➴ ��� ⊹ 𖧷 ࿐ ｡˚ 𖦹 ○ ⌒

˚ ✦ 🩷ྀི ⃝𖤐 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི ❘❙❚❙ 𐔌 . 𓎟 ᐟ｡୧ ꒱

ᨳິ ཐི♡ཋྀ † ⑅ 𐙚 °՞(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ ◌ ♡ྀི ꒱

◒ ໑ ⚲ ⌑ ⌗ 🥨𖥸 𖥻 ⩇ ୭ ꊥ f͓̽ (°ロ°)〻 ✷𖠌 ꕥ ໒ 𝗱 ҂҂❁ ◔ ﹢' 𖧧 ৶ ⭒ 🂡 🂢 ତ ⚑ ⚐ ｡🍀 ⩨͢ ࿓᪶ ະ﹢ ˖ ⁶ ₆ 𓃠 ⊹ ˚. !! 卄 ↻ 💭 ʕ´•ᴥ•ʔ ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ° ✿ ฅ🌸・︵︵ ╰・( ͜. ㅅ ͜. ). ℬ 𓂅﹫ ˖࣪ 𖥨• ꒷ ࣪ ๑ ✦ 𓂃 ▭ 𝐈̶̲ ⊹. ⸒ 〞っ ‹ 𝐈̶̲𝐈̶̲ ╬═ 𓎟 𓏵 𓏵 𓎟 ꕀ﹒▦﹒⊂⊃﹒⇆﹒☆﹒⬚﹒❀﹕➜﹒⪩﹒⩇﹕💒 ݁ ⪧♡︎⪦ ׁ ֪ 🗯️ ׁ ۪ ⋆ᝆ ׁ ݂ ᨳ ֔ 🎀 ۪ ⳰⳱ ⵌ 🐇 ׁ ۪ ⵐ ܼ ׁ ♥︎̼̻ ㅤ⠀₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ ౨᭪ 𔓐𑇓ʚ (ˆ ̳ , ̫ , ̳ˆ) ꔛꔛꔛ ♱

━╋ ⠀ . . .⠀ ㅤ‘✦ৣ݁•⠀❀.ೃ࿐⠀꩜ ㅤ⠞ ‎‎‎ ̩͙♡ 𓉳⠀ٜ⠀ٛ. *ೃ༄ ⩍ ۪. ׁ 🌸 ݂ ᯤ ݁ ݂ 𖠾 ׁ ⏱️ ᮫ 𐰊

𖥉 ⃝🧠 ׁ ݂ ᮫ ၄ ۪ ݁ ⑅ ݂ ݁ ʚ̷ ܼ ٪ 𝇄 ⟡ ݄ 💬 ׁ𝈹𝈸݂ 𐍉 ۪〻 ׄ ᨀ ⃞🐭 ݂ 🌷︭ ܼ ׁ ᮫ 𐀔 ܼ ؘ 🖇️ ݂ ׁ 𐃑𐃑 🥡 ׄ ۪૮₍ ˃⤙˂ ₎ა ݂ ׄᯅ ⋆݂ 𖦹 ᦸ ᮫ׁ ও ᯤ ܿ. ᗣ ݂ ׄ⋕ ݁ ჺ ⚠︎ 𓉸ྀི ౨᭪ 𖥨᭣ᩧ ۦ ِ֎ְۭ ۘ 𑇛𑇓 ᭧𖫲⸺𝒇 ࿙ྀ࿚ ︩♡̸︪ 𐐼̸̶̷ ꒰ֵ回ֵ꒱ 𔒌⁺્ ᰰ ⓱̱⸽⸽⸽

𓂃 𒄬 ݂ ꐐꐐ ݂ ׄ🐄 ๑ ݂ ׄ ᱂ ꩜̷ 👛 ݂ ݁🜸 ݂જ ␦ ܿ ⫾ʬʬ﹕口﹐〰〰〰 ✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒ㄨㄨ ⪨ ✶﹑✹﹒ ⪩ ✿ ⊞ ✃ ⟡ ⿸﹑␥﹒♡﹕リ﹒☓ ⊂⊃ ⠀𓂂໒ ݂. .଼ྀི𑁨ׁ♡ *:･ 𒋲 ᳜⡴ 𓉳̸  ╭ ➁➁➁ ౨᭪ ʕ·͡ˑ·ཻʕ·͡ˑ·ཻʔ­. ℱ ⸒ 〞‹ 𝐈̶̲𝐈̶̲𝐈̶̲ ⊹. ฅ(ﾐᗜᆽᗜﾐ)∫ ⌗ˊ˗╭ ꔛ༉‧₊˚ ✧🪼 ❝ ❞ ° .Ⱄⱄ ‧ ｡.*✩彡 ꙳⸌♡⸍꙳ ᴖ.ᴖ ♧ 𝜗𝜚 ❀ ಇ ୫ 𖠿 ៹ ᥫ᭡ .̑ 𖠵 𝅄 ˓˓ ⌯ 𓍼 ⸼ ☓ ﹫ ー ꣹ ⋄ 𓍢 𐄂 𐂴 ꫂ ၴႅၴ ৎ ຊ ␥␥ ∿ ꔵ

[dientesdeporcelana]

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⠀ ⠀ ໒꒰˶ ´ ତ ` ˶꒱ა ⠀kaomojis with a pacifier ⠀. . . ⑅ ꒱

⠀ ⠀ ─═──═──═──═──═──═─

໒꒰ྀི◞ඏ◟ ꒱ྀི𑇖 ໒꒰ྀི๑ ᷄ඏก̀๑꒱ྀི𑇖 ໒꒰ྀི๑ ᷄ඏ ᷅๑꒱ྀི𑇖

໒꒰ྀི•̀ ඏ •́꒱ྀི𑇖 ໒꒰ྀི◜ඏ◝꒱ྀི𑇖 ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ ඏ ˂˶꒱ྀི𑇖

꒰ᐡ ˵ -ତ- ˵ᐡ꒱ ꒰ ྀི ◞ ତ ◟ ꒱っ ૮ ◞ ତ ◟ ა

ς꒰ ´‌ ତ ˋ‌ς ꒱ა ໒୧ > ତ < ୨১ ૮ ꒰ ྀི◜๑◝ ꒱ა

૮ ๑ ა ૮ ඏ ა ૮ ତ ა ᱒´ ๑ `১ ཾ ໒꒰ྀི◜ ତ ◝꒱ྀི𑇖

᱒´ ତ `১ཾ ᱒´ ඏ `১ཾ ໒ o̴̶̷᷄ ତ o̴̶̷̥᷅ ა ໒꒰ྀི๑ ᷄ ତ ก̀๑꒱ྀི𑇖

໒꒰ྀིっඏ -｡꒱ྀི১ ໒꒰ྀི๑ぅତ ˂˶࿁ ๑꒱ྀི𑇖 ໒୧ > ඏ < ୨১

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[safiser]

𐔌 ★ kaomojis ♡ !! ꒱

໒꒰ྀི ´ ꒳ ` ྀི꒱১ 　૮꒰ྀི > . < ꒱ྀིა 　໒꒰ྀི ˃ ∩∩ ˂ ꒱ྀི১

૮꒰ྀི ◡ ˶ ◡ ꒱ྀི১ 　૮꒰ྀི つ˘ `⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

໒꒰ྀི ´͈ ᵕ  `͈ ꒱ྀི১  ໒꒰ྀི ≧ ᗜ ≦ ꒱ྀིა 　໒꒰ྀི ^ ⸝⸝ ^ ꒱ྀིა

໒꒰ྀི´ ᵔ ` ꒱ྀིა 　૮꒰ྀི ᴗ͈ ˕ ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀིა　૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა　

໒꒰ྀི •̥ ̯ •̥ ゙ ꒱ྀིა　 ໒꒰ྀིっ˕‹̥̥̥ ꒱ྀི১　 ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝⸝ ◜. ก̀⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა

໒꒰ྀི ․ ․⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ა　  ໒꒰ྀི › ⸝⸝ ก꒱ྀི১　 ໒꒰ྀི ∩⸝⸝∩ ꒱ྀི১

໒꒰ྀི ˃̵͈᷄ . ∩ ꒱ྀི১　 ໒꒰ྀི ´๑ ̫๑` ꒱ྀིა ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

໒꒰ྀི ˃̵ ࿁ ˂̵ ꒱ྀིა 　 ໒꒰ྀི ˵ˊᯅˋ˵ ꒱ა ໒꒰ྀི ȏ⁠ . ȏ⁠ ꒱ྀིა　

໒꒰ྀི o . o ; ꒱ྀིა　 ໒꒰ྀི • · • ꒱ྀིა ૮꒰◌´ତ `◌ ꒱ྀིა‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

૮꒰ྀི ◞ ๑ ◟ ꒱ა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ૮꒰ྀི ୨ ៸៸៸ ୧ ྀི꒱ა ໒ྀི꒰ ◞ ‌ ◟ ꒱ྀིა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

૮꒰◌ .๑. ꒱ა‎ ‎ ‎ ໒꒰ྀི >ヮ<꒱ྀི১ ૮꒰˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა

໒꒰ྀི -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ ꒱ྀིა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ໒꒰ྀི 𖦹 ˕ × ꒱ྀིა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ໒꒰ྀི ੭-ࡇ-꒱ྀི੭

૮꒰◞͈ ඏ ◟͈ ♡꒱ა ꒰ ྀི◞͈ ๑ ◟͈ ꒱っ ʕっ˕ ◟♡ ᩧɁಎ

[mikiruie]

@mwarlyn @mieiri @chrollogy

Don't let go

[pupzzz]

Puppy emojis! (Some made by me)

。゜゜૮ฅ ﻌ ฅა゜゜。 ૮>ﻌ < აﾉ” ૮ฅ・ﻌ・ა  

ฅ૮ ’ﻌ｀๑ა   ૮ ˶′ﻌ ‵˶ ა ໒・ﻌ・७

U⁰﹏⁰ U Uฅ - ฅU ং” ა

U｡･ﻌ･｡U ᐡ ᐧ ﻌ ᐧ ᐡ ᐡ ・ ﻌ ・ ᐡ

Make your own!

Ears ૮ ა | ໒ ७ | υ υ | ՞ ՞ | ᐡ ᐡ | ∪∪| U U | ʋʋ | ᏊᏊ

Nose/mouth ﻌ | ˕ | ˔ | ᴥ | ᵜ | ܫ | ｪ | ﹏ | ⤙ | ꤮ | ꈊ | ⩊ | ତ | ꓃ | ⌑ | ᗜ | ³ | ꞈ | ∇| ᆽ

Eyes ◕ ◕ | ꒦ິ ꒦ີ | ・・ | 𝁽 𝁽 | ˘ ˘ | > < | - - | ˆ ˆ |

◞ ◟| ´ ` | ᵔ ᵔ | ᵒ ᵒ | Ó Ò | • - or ・ < | ╥ ╥ | ￫ ￩ | ｀´

Cheeks/blush/face ( ) | ₍ ₎ | ꒰ ꒱ | ᶘ ᶅ | ˶˶ | ⸝⸝⸝⸝ | ｡｡ |

๑ ๑

Paws ⍝⍝ | ฅฅ | ก ก | っ

Tail ﾉ” | Ꮅ” | ੭ | ୭

Ad ons/extras ˗ˏˋˎˊ˗ ᵎᵎ ᨳ 𖡎 ⋆ ʚɞ ⑅ zᶻ 𓏸𓈒 ⊹ ꉂ ༘

Pls dont repost! Took me quite a while to look for all these and make this!

[cmtdns]

★ KAOMOJIS . . !!

(つ﹏<。)ㅤㅤ ´っω=`)ㅤㅤ ( 𖦹﹏☆ )っ

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ აㅤㅤ ૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎აㅤㅤ ૮ - ﻌ - ა

!! ⸜( ˙꒳˙ )⸝ㅤㅤ ヾ(〃^∇^)ﾉ (๑`^´๑)

(=^･ｪ･^=)ㅤㅤ ૮꒰ྀི ◞ ๑ ◟ ꒱აㅤㅤ (-_-;)

(ノ_<。)ㅤㅤ ૮₍ - ᴥ - ₎აㅤㅤ ₍ᐢ.ˬ.⑅ᐢ₎

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ㅤㅤ (ɔˆ ³(ˆᴗˆc) ㅤㅤ(>_･ )ｸﾞ

ꉂ(ᴖᗜᴖ*)ㅤㅤ ( ˘⌣˘)♡(˘⌣˘ ) ㅤㅤ(≧◡≦)

(⇀‸↼‶) ㅤㅤ(￣︿￣)ㅤㅤ (╥_╥)

(・人・)ㅤㅤ (・・ ) ?ㅤㅤ U^ｪ^U

(✿◠ᴗ◠) ㅤㅤ꒰✿ˊᗜˋ ꒱ ‹3ㅤㅤ (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝)

(≧ᗜ≦)ㅤㅤ(｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)ㅤㅤଘ(∩^o^)⊃━☆゜

☆〜（ゝ。∂）ㅤㅤ₍^.ꞈ.^₎⟆ㅤㅤ(>∀<)⠀⠀⠀⠀

/ᐠﹷ ‸ ﹷ ᐟ\ﾉㅤㅤ૮ ෆ ´ ˕ ` ෆ აㅤㅤ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

(>︿<｡)ㅤㅤ( ´𖦹 ˕ × . . .ㅤㅤ(𝗼˳★)？

(´ ˘ `==) ♡ㅤㅤ! (^▽^)ㅤㅤ(•ᴗ•)

(≧▽≦)ㅤㅤ(☆▽☆)ㅤㅤ(>_<)

(｡>﹏<)ㅤㅤ໒꒰ྀི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ू ꒱ྀིაㅤㅤ(＞. O)

(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ㅤㅤ(���^∇^≡)ㅤㅤ(≧∇≦)/

(☆^O^☆)ㅤㅤ\ (° 〇 °) /ㅤㅤ>﹏<

(｡ó﹏ò)ㅤㅤ(=^･o･^=)ㅤㅤ/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

/ᐠ –ꞈ –ᐟ\ㅤㅤꘓꞋꞋ៰៰꣓ㅤㅤ(⊃＞⌣＜) ⊃

*. ε(´•᎑•`)っ♡ㅤㅤヾ꒰ *ˊᵕˋ꒱ﾉㅤㅤ♡︎⊂(･ω･*⊂)

(੭ु´･ω･)੭ु⁾⁾ㅤㅤପ( •̤ᴗ•̤ )੭⁾⁾ㅤㅤ(*´ -)(´- `*)

( ु⁎ᴗ_ᴗ⁎)ु.｡ㅤㅤଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚ㅤㅤ꒰✿´ ꒳ ` ꒱

꒰ ⸝⸝ ˊ͈ ˘ ˋ͈ ⸝⸝ ꒱ㅤㅤ૮꒰◌´ତ `◌ ꒱ྀིაㅤㅤᐢ. ֑ .ᐢ

૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱აㅤㅤ˃ᴗ˂ㅤㅤ૮꒰◌ .๑. ꒱ა ˃ᴗ˂

'ㅅ'ㅤㅤ૮꒰ྀི ୨ ៸៸៸ ୧ ྀི꒱აㅤㅤ◝꒰ ´ ˘ `♡ ꒱

/ᐠ - ˕ -マㅤㅤˊᗜˋㅤㅤ"( – ⌓ – )

(╥﹏╥)ㅤㅤ(｡>﹏<｡)ㅤㅤଘ(੭ ｡>﹏<｡)੭

(｡･･｡)ㅤㅤ(ㅅ´ ˘ `)ㅤㅤꈍᴗꈍ

૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ × ₎აㅤㅤ𖦹 ´ ᯅ 𖦹ㅤㅤ૮₍˶• . • ⑅₎ა

૮ • ﻌ - აㅤㅤ＼（〇_ｏ）／ㅤㅤ૮ฅ• ᴥ •ฅა

૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎აㅤㅤ૮₍´˶• ᴥ •˶₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა

₍˄·‌༝·‌˄₎ㅤㅤ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ㅤㅤ(՞߹ - ߹՞)

૮・ﻌ・ა ㅤㅤ(ᐡ ̥_ ̫ _ ̥ᐡ)ㅤㅤ૮ ’• ˕ • ა

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)ㅤㅤ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ × ₎აㅤㅤᐢ..ᐢ

૮₍˶• . • ⑅₎აㅤㅤ(˵ˊᯅˋ˵)ㅤㅤ૮₍´˶• ᴥ •˶₎ა

ᜊ( ' ⩊ '𖦹)ᜊㅤㅤ(˵ ⸍ ᯅ ⸌ ˵)ㅤㅤヾ(｡>﹏<｡)ﾉﾞ✧*♡

૮₍ ´𖦹 ˕ × ₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ ˶• ˔ ต ₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ ๑ • ᵜ ก ๑ ₎ა࣪

૮₍｡´• ˕ •｡₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ ´ ꒳ ₎აㅤㅤฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ

૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎აㅤㅤ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ აㅤㅤ૮₍´• ˕ •₎ა

૮₍´˶ᵔｪᵔ˶₎აㅤㅤ૮₍⇀‸↼‶₎აㅤㅤ(⑉･‌⌓･‌⑉)

꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ㅤㅤ≧▽≦ㅤㅤ⸜(>ᴗ<)⸝

₍ᐢ⸝⸝› ‹⸝⸝ᐢ₎ㅤㅤ૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎აㅤㅤ꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱

૮꒰ྀི ◞ ⸝⸝⸝ ◟ ꒱ྀི১ㅤㅤ૮ / / / ⍝აㅤㅤ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹

(՞っ ̫ _՞)ㅤㅤ(՞ට ̫ ට;՞)ㅤㅤ(っ ॑꒳ ॑c)

(՞˶･֊･˶՞)ㅤㅤ(ˆ ̳ , ̫ , ̳ˆ)ㅤㅤㅠ ㅅ ㅠ

╮   (╯▽╰)╭ ㅤㅤ(」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣ㅤㅤ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ㅤㅤ૮₍´｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡₎აㅤㅤ૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა

૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱აㅤㅤ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎აㅤㅤ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა

ヾ ๑ˊᵕˋ๑◞ ♡ㅤㅤ ₍˶ˆ꒳ˆ˶₎✼* ♡ º✿ㅤㅤฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

. . like or rb if u use ^^

[gummitas]

꒰ soft kaomojis ꒱

lovely:

ˁ꒰ ˊ͈˘ˁ ⑅ ꒱ა ◝꒰ ´ ˘ `♡ ꒱ ໒꒰  ♡◞ ˕ ก ꒱১ ଘ꒰づ ﹏ <  ꒱ଓ

happy/chill:

ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა ૮  ◜ᵕ◝  ა ૮꒰ ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა

꒰´˘ ` ๑ ꒱ྀི ૮ ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ა ૮ ◜ᵕ◝ ✿ ა ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ꒱ა

ᜊ꒰   ´ ˘꒱ ੭ ᜊ( ᜊ  ´ ˘) ੭ ૮₍ >﹏< ₎ა ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ ପ(꒪ˊ꒳ˋ꒪)ଓ ᜊ( ‘ ⩊ ‘𖦹)ᜊ ૮ ✿˶´ㅅ`˶ ა ฅ

૮꒰ྀི๑´͈ ᵕ `͈๑꒱ྀིა ໒꒰ྀ ི ˊ͈𐦫 ˋ͈꒱ྀ ིა ໒꒰ྀ ི ੭ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵꒱ྀ ི੭

꒰ꕤᐢฅ́˘ฅ̀ᐢ ꒱ྀ ིɞ ໒꒰ྀ ི ฅ́˘ฅྀ̀ ི꒱ა ૮ ꒰ྀི ⸝⸝´ ˘ `⸝⸝ ྀི꒱ა

૮꒰ ྀ ི〃´꒳`〃꒱ა ૮꒰ྀ ི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ू ꒱ྀ ིა ૮꒰ྀ ི ✿´ ꒳ ` ྀ ི꒱ა

໒꒰ྀ ི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀ ི১

shy:

૮꒰ྀི ៸៸ ꒱ ꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ ८ ⑅⸝⸝⸝ ა ૮ / / / ก ა ૮ ◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა

૮っ˃̵///˂̵c ა ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა ૮꒰ ｡っ -｡꒱ఎ ꒰ ⊃ ⸝⸝ ⊂ ꒱

૮꒰ྀི ⸝⸝․․⸝⸝ ྀི꒱ა ૮꒰ྀི ´∩∩` ꒱ྀིა ʚ ꒰ ੭⸝⸝ - ˵ -⸝⸝ ꒱੭

૮꒰ྀ ི ៸៸៸៸ ก꒱ྀ ི১ ૮꒰ྀ ི ୨៸៸៸ ୧ ྀ ི꒱ა

sad/tears:

꒰ ⑅◞ ◟꒱ ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ૮ ྀི ◞  ◟ ა ໒  ◞ ˕ ◟  ১

૮꒰ྀི´   ` ྀི꒱১ ૮꒰ྀི ´ᵔภ ྀི꒱ა ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა ૮ ྀ ི ◞ ◟ ა

૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა ૮꒰ ིྀ ´ ˆ ` ꒱ა ૮꒰⑅ ˊ ᵔ ˋ ⑅ ꒱ა ⁩૮꒰៸៸ "◞ ◟៸៸꒱ა

૮₍ ˵ • ꤮ ก ˵ ₎︎ა ໒꒰⑅ㅠ·ㅠ⑅꒱১ ૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ ა

૮ ๑ˊᯅ ฅ๑ა ૮ ྀ ི◞͈˔ ◟ྀ͈ ིა ૮꒰ྀི ◌´ ˆ `◌ ྀི꒱ა

໒꒰ྀ ི ◞‸◟ ꒱ྀ ིა ໒꒰ྀ ི ㅠ ㅅ ㅠ ꒱ྀ ི১

sleepy:

૮꒰ ᴗ.ᴗ ꒱ა ꒰⸝⸝◡.◡꒱ /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ⁩૮꒰๑ˊᜊˋ๑꒱ა

ሪ꒰ིྀ  ◜.◝ ꒱ིྀ𑇖 ૮꒰๑ ◜ᜊ◝ ๑꒱ა ૮꒰⸝⸝´ᜊ ˋ⸝⸝꒱ა

૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝- ˕ -⸝⸝ྀི꒱ა ૮꒰ྀ ི ◞ ๑ ◟ ꒱ა ໒ྀ ི꒰ ◞ ◟ ꒱ྀ ིა

૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝◞ ˕ ◟⸝⸝꒱ྀིა ໒꒰ྀ ི˶ ◞ ˕ ◟ ˶꒱ྀ ི১ ໒꒰ྀ ི ៸៸ ◜ ๑ ◝ ៸៸ ྀ ི꒱ა

angwy:

ฅ˙Ⱉ˙ฅ ‹(￣︿￣)›  ໒꒰ྀི ੭-ࡇ-꒱ྀི੭ ૮꒰ྀི ๑`⤙´๑ྀི꒱ა

໒꒰ྀ ི ง`0´ ꒱ྀ ིง

cute:

꒰๑ ´` ๑꒱ ฅ^._.^ฅ ૮ › ༝ ‹ ྀིა ૮꒰っ´༥`ς꒱ ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

໒꒰˵> ˕ <˵꒱১ ໒꒰ྀི ๑> <๑ ꒱ྀིა ૮꒰ྀི ⸝⸝ ´⠀ `⸝⸝ ꒱つ

extra:

₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ꒰ᒡ . . ᒢ꒱ ૮₍˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ૮꒰⑅˒ • ˔ • ˓⑅꒱ა

૮꒰ྀི ◌´ `◌ ྀི꒱ა ૮꒰◌´ତ `◌꒱ྀ ིა ໒꒰ྀི ꩜ ᯅ ꩜; ꒱ྀི১

꒰ ⸝⸝⑅ ๑ . ๑ ⑅⸝⸝ ꒱

mine:

໒ྀི꒰ ◌◜◝◌ ꒱ྀི১ ໒ྀི꒰ ◞͈ ◟͈ ꒱ྀི১ ˁ꒰ ˊ͈˘ˁ ⑅ ꒱ྀི১

໒ྀི꒰ ⑅ ◜ᵕ◝꒱っ♡ ໒ྀི꒰ ◌っ < ◌ ꒱ྀི১ ໒ྀི꒰ ˶´∩∩` ꒱ྀི১

໒ྀི꒰ˊ ᵔ ˋ꒱ྀི১ ሪ꒰ིྀ  ◜. ก ꒱ིྀ𑇖 ໒꒰ྀིっ´༥`ς꒱ ପ꒰ྀ๑ ´` ๑ི꒱ଓ

ପ꒰ྀ◌ ´ ` ◌◌ི꒱ଓ

build a kaomoji:

base

꒰ ꒱ ₍ ₎

orejitas

૮ ა ໒ ১ ᐢ ᐢ ᒡ ᒢ ^ ^

ojos

´ ` ◜◝ ˆ ˆ > < ᵔ ᵔ ˃ ˂ ◞ ◟ ․ ․ ◞͈ ◟͈

• • ㅠ ㅠ ◡ ◡ ๑ ๑

boca

˘ ﹏ ˕ ˬ ᵕ ᗜ ꒳ ᵔ ˆ ꤮ ᯅ ‸ ᜊ ๑ Ⱉ ⤙ 0 ༥ ̫

rubor

๑ ๑ ˶ ˵ ꒪ ꒪ ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝ 〃 〃 ⸝⸝⸝ ˵ ˵ ◌ ◌

lacitos y moños

⑅ ྀི ྀ ི

alitas

ଘ ଓ ᜊ ᜊ ପ ଓ ʚ ɞ

manos

ˁ ˁ ก ੭ ੭ ฅ ฅ ∩ ∩ っc ⊃ ⊂

[mikiruie]

@nc-vb

Kaveh x Breeze of Sabaa 🦋

[bunicate]

omg congrats on pulling bladie!!! big brother blade lives on my mind ngl ik he loves to spoil his lil sister’s pussy the second his parents r outta the houseee ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི ₊˚ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 . blade x fem reader

warnings ꒱ྀི incest. brief anal. creampie. a litl bit of possessive bladie. he says some dubious things. just a smidge of jealousy. “little girl” usage. breeding mention. unedited ofkurs ﾉ wc ꒱ 1.4k ﾉ 18+ ﾉ if uncomfy pls scroll or block ^_^

muhehe tysm ! ! still trying to build him ! he’s far from perfect but at least he’s at home with me. yk I had 2 pull through nd write smthn icky for him but I did go in a tad bit different direction :<<

you feel it, regret pooling in the pit of your stomach like rocks settling at the bottom of a shallow lake. the beating of your heart stutters out of tandem with the batter of blades hips.

his firm hands anchor themselves on the softness of your lower back, dull nails digging into your skin like thorns.

he fucks you with such depravity, and your obnoxiously noisy cunt salivated in response to the familiar bump of his cock. 

it was far too late for regrets, you knew it well, even as he’s buried himself to the hilt. your parents were a thing of the past, but there’s always the potential of subjecting an innocent passerby to the sight of your brother rubbing your tender insides with his cock. 

despite your roused state, you're still capable of reason, though your brother seemed to have a complete disregard for it.

“b-bladie.”

it’s soft on his ears, polite, although honeyed with a subtle warning accompanied by the slow pulse of your cunt. 

his cock twitches from your quiet plea. he’s close, and at this point, he knows better than to cross the line any further, but you were elusive to your own charms. how could he bury his urges when your round and soft butt continued to smack against his pelvis ? your cunt drooled each time he pulled out.

 its such a sight for sore eyes, and somehow his gaze kept wandering to the tight rim above, making his breathing ragged�� almost animalistic.

 he’s seen all of you, sights no older brother should witness, but it didn’t stop him from wanting more.

it should terrify you, the lengths he goes to stake his claim over you. coming as close as threatening to breed you and keep you bound to him like a pet. predators would be wise to never cross the hunter, even they could sense the extent of his prowess. 

blade purposefully keeps you out of his affairs, but you know he’s a fearsome warrior. he’s tall and slender and with each movement, his hulk of muscle flexes. he’s strong enough to drag your body up and down his member, serving as a stark reminder of the gap in strength.

blade's palms, rough from wielding his ancient sword, settled on both sides of your waist, steels its grip. his thumb presses against your back, and the tips of his fingers meet at your belly button.

he bounces you on his cock, using you like a doll factored for fucking. he lifted you repeatedly like you weighed nothing and all you could do was submit to his brutal pace. 

blade bites his lip to prevent curses from escaping.

he feels . . . good, better than usual. your swollen pussy tugs on his length, drawing out the remnants of his willpower. the desire to cum and bury it in your womb causes blood to rush.

like you can sense the danger, you peer over your shoulder cautiously. 

“you h-have to pull out . . y’can’t just cum inside, okay ?”

such a redundant conversation, and he pays it no mind. 

what good would it be to do something so risky—so wrong, but for blade, it would be worth the peril. 

he doesn’t acknowledge your admonition, instead pressing you further into the sheets, elongating the arch in your back.

“stay still.” 

his hand collides with your backside and a startled gasp echoes. the apple of your ass cheek stings, while the damp release between your thighs becomes stickier. 

the weight on the bed dips when your big brother lowers himself. his chest presses to your back when he fucks you again.

roaring slaps of moist flesh lie thick in the air. you’re soft, so fragile in his embrace that he could crush you like a dainty flower trampled from being hidden between shards of grass.

when blade feels that familiar tender pulse of your cunt signaling your finish, he painfully pulls out as per your whiny request. he utterly despised having to separate himself from you, but nonetheless, he obeys your wishes. sort of.

his cock stands tall and thick, cream dripping from the edge of his tip. your pussy is agape in front of him, but his eyes linger on the tight coil of your ass.

rough palms enclose in a tight fist around his shaft. he pumps his cock, staring daggers at the rim until his balls hang heavier.

he wanted to empty them, he wanted nothing more than to milk his cock using your sweet cunt, but the hunger that normally consumed him wanted something else for a change. 

he slaps his tip against your puckered hole, humping the pretty flesh. his leaking head increasingly swells as the seconds pass by, turning bright pink. the hunter groans, and heaves, his sickening thoughts running rampant while he envisions himself filling up his little sister. 

he’s no longer computing, his body moves on autopilot, and he’s wiping his glossy tip over your ass. 

“hnn-! n-no more. not there bladie !”

you squeal. the sensation is new and foreign, and you find yourself torn between begging for more or scrambling away.

a growing smirk settles on his face, and you see a slither of his sharp teeth.

“you're mouthy today. maybe i should put my cock somewhere else instead.”

you tense when his tip probes your tight muscle again, rubbing it in circles. he was stimulating your ass, forcing your pussy to twitch out of neglect. 

he mumbles to himself. 

“such a brainless girl. i thought i made it clear that i take what i want.”

his orbital pools mimicking the color of blood narrow. he’s almost there, sloppily fucking the skin of your ass until the slippery head of his member breaches the tight ring. and then he snaps. 

with a single, calculated thrust, relief rains down in waves. he buries his cock in all the way as streams of his cum spurt out, dressing your walls in milky webs.

it’s warm as it fills your insides and your mind becomes a foggy maze. instead of your big brother cumming inside your cunt, he emptied his load in your ass, and nothing but burgeoning heat swallows you up. 

“thats it . . take what i give you.”

it’s hard to retain anything when his breath tickles the sides of your cheek and his pulsing sack mushes against your clit. 

“no part of you is off limits, little girl.” 

by now, you're writhing, and you can’t think about how full you felt. not when his words had you mewling out of shame and excitement.

blade makes sure to deliver a few more thrusts, just to be certain that he’s been thoroughly drained. his heart thrums against his chest, reminding him that he's real—you’re real, and that his cock is stretching his little sister’s ass.

his breathing becomes uneven, the exhales of air caressing the plains of your damp skin.

he lowers his head, his lips settling by the shell of your  ear. 

“soon . .”

long strands of his hair fall into place , resting on your own skin.

“i'll cum inside this tiny cunt and there's nothing you'll be able to do about it.”

a shiver runs down your spine. equal parts of fear and eagerness for that fateful day of promise.

when he pulls out, his seed drips from your opening down the length of your slit. both of his hands grab your ass cheeks to watch the cum nestle between your lower lips and spill on the already soiled sheets. 

carefully he watches your cunt push out the remnants, watching it cascade in thick dollops. 

“such greedy holes.” 

you puff out your cheeks and move the stringy hairs from your face. 

“stop it . . it’s so embarrassing when you say that .” 

you attempt to kick him off, and of course it’s thwarted by his iron hold on you.

he presses a sloppy kiss on your asshole, uncaring of the mess coating your sensitive parts. 

“eeeeeeeek -! you’re sooooooo gross, bladie ! get away from me !”

he spanks your ass to hush your outburst.

“shut up.”

he kisses you to silence more of your complaints. the faint taste of cum on his soft lips mingling against your spit - slicked ones. 

 he pulls away audibly, taking a calm breath. 

“you're seeing jing yuan tomorrow.”

you raise an eyebrow at the sudden mention of the general.

your brother is nothing less of a maverick, only keeping you close and others at a less than reasonable distance.

jing yuan however complicated things. while they weren't as close, anymore you still made an effort to see him despite their soured relationship.

in his scarce free time when he wasn't resting, he taught you all sorts of things. he helped time escape you when boredom struck in blade's absence. 

you nod stiffly, still skeptical at the hunter before you. you're wary of his intentions, but too stimulated to care. 

blade's face betrays no emotion and so, you’re suddenly startled.

you gasp when his teeth nicks at your neck.

he sucks the skin for a few seconds and then kisses the spot he bruised. proud of his handiwork he pulls away to speak up once more. you can nearly hear his smugness.

“. . . send my regards to the general.”

[luv4cat]

U づ ﹏‹ U ㅤ ໒ ◞ ତ ◟ ১ ㅤ ໒꒰ ވ౿ ·· ꒱১

૮ ♡◞ ତ ◟ აㅤ ꒰ ྀི ♡ ֥ ֖ ꒱ ㅤ (๑´ ˘ `)う♡

₍ᵔ.˛.ᵔ₎ .ᐟ ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵◌₎♡ (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

₍˄ุ.͡˳̫.˄ุ₎ฅ˒˒ ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎ ᰔᩚ ₍ ꪴꪴ ֥ ̫᪲ ֖ ˛₎

♡ׁ․ ᱹ̫ ․ ꛒ ᡣ ︠ 𓈒. .𓈒 ︡𐑠 ૮𓈒ᱹ⺣̥̫ᱹ𓈒 ა

꒰ঌ(⃔ ⌯' '⌯)⃕໒꒱ ᡣ 𐄁 ꛵𐄁 ﬞꛁּ .𓏸 ᡴ ֯݁ ⸝⸝ · ꘫ ·♡𓈒ּꛁ