#i’ve been jorking out to this since yesterday

[vifilms]

this literally turned my brain to mush so fucking badly. already had a visceral reaction in our dms but HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKING SHIT. sub!vi just does things to me that i can’t explain. she’s such a sweet girl and yeah, i need her to come by just playing with her tits. that’s the fucking shit i need. now. actually. but i love how you bring domestic into your smut, it’s so underrated. it’s such a little unique thing to sprinkle. soft, loving sex is the sexiest thing to me. nothing will ever replace it in my mind. the concept of just giving yourself to someone you fully trust and for them to handle you with such care. i’ve read this a million times since yesterday, and my favorite line keeps on changing the more i read it but this one is truly doing it for me —

“relax,” you kissed her shoulder and squeezed her breast lightly. “let me look after you.”

no one fucking talk to me.

IM NOT fucking WELL.

um, anays.

so good bubba, one of my favorite things you’ve written. too hard for me to pick a favorite though. i love everything you write so much 🤍

playing with vi’s sensitive boobs🤤

and what if i say this made me rip my shirt off? hope you don’t mind the fluff sprinkled in.

your shared bedroom smells of a mix between a vanilla candle and your sweet fruity perfume with vi comfortably lying between your legs and back resting against your chest, happily. “you’re quiet,” vi murmured, enjoying the feeling of your lips against her temple, and waiting to feel that small little beat to know she’s here and you’re not just dreaming of her.

“just thinking,” you answered, fingers lightly tracing patterns on her stomach. sometimes writing i love you on the hard muscles of her abs, or just drawing a heart.

“about?”

“you,”

“me?”

you don’t answer verbally, more so the kiss you plant just below her ear gives her the answer she was looking for, or didn’t know she wanted and leans into your touch and hums softly.

“well, i think about you too.” she finally spoke up, enjoying the comfortable silence. the feeling of your hand on her stomach, and lips on her skin had her flushed and hot. violet loved you being close and always having your hands on her.

“that’s good to know,” you smiled and left another kiss on her neck. “i love thinking about you. makes my day better, always.”

vi barely has time to respond to your words, what she wanted to say was ready on the tip of her tongue but when your hand grazes her nipple over her shirt, an action so light and innocent, you hear it, the sharp intake of her breath and the way she twitches against you. “vi?” you chuckled against her ear.

“shut up,” she huffed, but there was no true malice or annoyance behind her words and relaxed more on your chest as you pushed your hand up her shirt and quickly cupped one of her tits. “shit,” vi jolted, cold fingers grazed her nipple again. “baby,”

“relax,” you kissed her shoulder and squeezed her breast lightly. “let me look after you.”

nodding wordlessly against your head, vi pathetically pushes her shirt up, and closes to ignore the laugh you let out at her eagerness and simply rolled her now pebbled nipple between your fingertips. “so sensitive,” you murmured into her ear, catching the lobe between your teeth. “such pretty tits, hm?”

violet whines, reaches her own hand up and places it over yours. “they’re okay,” she said, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and trying to hide her face in your neck.

“okay? baby, your tits are so fuckin’ perfect,” you pinched her nipple harder and hummed at her high pitched whimper. “yeah, so perfect.”

“baby,” her face flushed and breathing heavier had you smirking into the side of her cheek. the tension in the room grew, and grew more hotter with each graze of her tits.

it’s only when you’re cupping them between both hands, rolling her nipples and kissing her neck that violet lets out another continuous string of whines and whimpers. her head falls back against your shoulder with a light thump and her eyes flutter closed. “you like that?”

“yes,” she admits pathetically, shapely inhaling at a sudden harsher pinch and grabbing onto your arm, sinking her blunt nails into your skin. “fuck, yes, i like it.”

“my sensitive girl,” you cooed and watched the way her nails contained to sink deeper into the skin. “i could touch your tits all day, so pretty and perfect, love them so much.”

“i love you.” vi choked out, puffing out soft breaths at each squeeze and pinch. “feels good.”

nipping and sucking at her neck, marking up her skin even more, you don’t register the fact violet’s eyes start rolling back into the back of her head with each of your touches, until you pinch her nipple between your fingertips again and her body tenses in your hold and moans loudly all of a sudden.

the angelic sound sends a shiver down your spine.

fluttering your eyes open at the sound, you remove yourself from her neck and that’s when you find a smirk curving up on your lips at the sight of her chest heaving up and down quickly. “baby, did you just—”

“shut up!” vi stammered out of embarrassment and blushed furiously.

“did you just cum by me playing with your tits?”

turning slightly and burying her face in the crook of your neck, vi nods nervously and clings onto you tightly. “it just felt—”

“i know, baby,” you smiled and kissed the top of her head. “how about we see how many times i can make you cum by playing with your tits?”

[dj-yukio]

Allergies and Secrets

“Ah-choo!”

“Bless you.”

“Ah-ah-choo!”

“Bless you.”

“Huh-ah-ah-achoo!”

The goat demon sighed before looking up and patting the other demon’s back. “Geez, you gotta cold or something? You’ve been sneezing quite a bit lately.”

“It’s not my fault...” A hand reached out to grab a tissue before he blew into it, eyes a little watery as he sniffled. “My allergies have been acting u-achoo!- up... I think someone’s been murdering.”

Jork nodded, suddenly understanding his plight. Ah, murdering humans, of course. Even he could guess that much. Of all the things that Chikemuri could have been allergic to, like peanuts, or hay, or prosciutto and ham, of course it had to be the one thing that his family enjoyed... playing with. Nervously, he glanced at the stairs, half expecting the almost devil like girl to walk down and start dishing out pain. Lowering his voice to avoid that, he tried to suggest an idea to help him. “Ah... did you tell your dad that... she hasn’t been following the rules? I thought it was a thing, that people disposed of the human soiled clothes-“

The sniffling boy shook his head, startling his friend as he raised a hand to interrupt him. “It’s not her. At least, not this time.”

“What? What makes you so sure?” Jork suddenly grabbed onto his mouth before whisper-shouting. “And be a little quieter! We don’t want... her to come down!”

He brushed off that statement, nonchalant about any potential threats walking down the stairs as he pried the hand off his mouth. “Oh, she’s not at home now, if that’s what you’re worried about. She hasn’t come back since yesterday night.”

That response made Jork tilt his head in confusion, wondering where she could have gone. There weren’t exactly many places that he knew the demon would enjoy going to that didn’t involve death and desecration. “Really? Where is she? The bar?”

“Her friend’s house.”

“Her friend’s house?” He shook his head at that statement, unable to see how that force of pure evil and hate would make friends in any possible way. In fact, he was willing to bet that she was a summation of the worst traits of her family, which ironically was also the best to their family. Instead, he settled on a shake of head. “Sorry, dude, but when I think of your family, friendly is the third last word I think of.”

“Really? What’s the other two words?”

“Warm and merciful.” Now no longer concerned for his life, Jork brushed the question off before making a gesture to cut the air as he tried to get back to topic. “But that’s not the point! What makes you so sure? She’s literally evil incarnate!”

Shrugging, he crumpled the used tissue in his palm before tossing it into the bin. “Cause there’s no blood on her clothes. I can’t smell any iron on them.”

At that, he scratched the fur under his chin, trying to piece the puzzle together. “...huh. Is that right...That’s really strange. Doesn’t Hanten go hunting every other day to ‘destress’?

“She does,” Chikemuri confirmed, before he glanced upstairs, as if uncertain if he should continue that sentence, as if the demon in question would somehow overhear them from wherever she was and march down into the living room. Then he turned back to face him, lowering his voice before continuing on. “Admittedly, she seems loads happier these days, even without the blood on her. Hasn’t been... you know, giving me a beat up.”

“Really?”

Chikemuri nodded, eyes shifting to the side as he tried to think about her. “Yeah...Hmm... part of the reason’s that she’s not at home so much since she’s been going over to her friend’s house a lot.” A small thought came to mind at that, and he raised his hand to his chin as he leaned down on it. Strange, for some reason, it felt like he had been sneezing a lot more often recently, especially ever since that new friend came into the picture. No murdering for her, no blood on her, so... “Come to think of it, I’ve been getting a lot more allergic reactions around her ever since she started going over more often. Guess her friend goes murdering quite a bit.”

“Oh, wow. Who’s this friend of hers?”

Chikemuri shrugged at that. “I’ve never met her friend. She doesn’t like to talk much about her. Heck, she’s never mentioned her to mom and dad, I’m the one who ends up having to tell them each time she goes over.” He sighed audibly, slumping against the table. “Wish this friend didn’t murder humans, but of course that’s to much of a hope for anyone who’s like her.”

Jork shook his head, disagreeing with him. “Then she would have gone murdering together with her. No way that she’d give up a chance liddat to kill someone.” He sighed, wondering what could have caused any form of human to even so much as intrude the other demon’s house. “So no blood, no meat, and she’s been pretty tame?”

A small idea formed in his head, trying to piece together the odd puzzle that was in front of him. For a brief moment, he imagined the monster of a demon that was his friend’s sister, sitting calmly next to a very stereotypical human that had a mask just like his dad on for convenience of his imagination, both of them clearly enjoying themselves in their interactions. At that, Jork snorted and pushed the idea aside. “Huh, that would be one hell of a weird reality.”

“What would be?”

The red eyed demon shrugged before looking up, wondering if he should voice out the strange thought. Then again, with how much stress Chikemuri was under, he could probably use the thought to cheer up. “I mean, it’s a pretty crazy idea, but just imagine if your sister’s friend was a human.”

Chikemuri gave him a skeptical look. What sort of crazy idea was that? It was downright impossible. Humans and Hanten, that would only lead to the deaths of the former. “Whaa- where did that thought come from?”

Jork looked down at his pen, his eyes following how it moved as he spun it. Then, after he got his line of thought together, continued on. “I mean, think about it, that’d kinda explain how come you’re allergic to her even though she hasn’t been murdering.” He took a deep breath, before grabbing a piece of paper to pen down some of the points that he had made in their conversation. “Like, we don’t know who her friend is, but what we do know is that more likely than not, whatever they are, they are in close contact with Hanten, close contact with humans, and BAM!” Jork clapped his hands together, “An allergic Chikemuri!”

Not quite seeing the link in the other’s reasoning, he narrowed his eyes at him. “What’s that got anything to do with them being a human?”

His question was met with an eye roll instead. “It’s just a suggestion. Like, think about it, let’s say they’re human. Then naturally, even if neither of them goes murdering, Hanten still gets all the allergens on her and then you go ah-choo.”

Chikemuri crosses his arms, one eyebrow raised now. “And how do you propose that she of all people would allow a human to be her friend?”

“...”

“Exactly. I’ll sooner believe that Pitch Black World suddenly turned all bright and sunny than to believe that she would let a human in close proximity to her live.”

Jork sighed, tearing away the piece of paper he had scribbled on. “But just imagine though,” he lamented as he tossed it into a bin. “How crazy would it be if she was actually in a relationship with a human?”

“Impossible. She’d probably kill them on the spot.”

“Yeah, but just think-“

“Nah, there’s no way that would ever happen.”

“Dude, you just have no imagination.”

“You’re the one with the wacky ideas.”

“Isn’t that why I’m your friend? So that you can ground my ideas down?”

“Why you-“ Chikemuri snorted, a small grin appearing on his face before pushing against his friend’s shoulder, leading to a playful pushing battle between the two demons over the nonsensical theory on his allergies.

If only they knew how close they were to the truth.