#scrubbing in the tub but its actually a shower fuck u

[pup-pee]

konbart kisses on cheeks or whatever but they make cartoony "MWAH!" sound effect

[yukiobeyme]

Hi isk if my request got lost but nsfw alphabet for asmo pls??? 🥺🥺🥺

It wasn’t lost, I was finishing it up when I saw your message! Just behind, thank you for being patient! I hope you enjoy! <3

NSFW Under the Cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Gives the best aftercare, he has an aftercare box he always pulls out whenever you have sex. There are face masks, bath salts, bath bubbles, ointments, and the softest wash rags.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He can’t choose one body part he loves the most on either of your bodies. He just loves your body, but he loves it the most when it is up against him. The responses you give to his body, makes that body part his favorite for that moment. HE is eating you out and you are losing it, he loves his mouth the most. He is fingering you and watching you come undo, his fingers are his favorite part. But when it comes to you he doesn’t have a favorite part, he loves all of it as a whole because it makes you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Actually, doesn’t like to mark you with his cum, it’s too messy. He will occasionally do it but not at the risk of getting it on his bedsheets, so you are likely already in the tub when he coats your chest. He prefers to cum inside of you, but will you a condom if you prefer.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Doesn’t have any dirty secrets, he is very open about his sex life and the lust he feels. The only secret he has is that he is planning another orgy and is hoping you will take part.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Being the Avatar of Lust and giving in to his desires, it is safe to say Asmodeus is the most experienced out of all the brothers and he knows exactly what he is doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Asmodeus love you onto of him, Cowgirl Style is probably if favorite, letting you set the speed and pace. It kills him sometimes but it’s totally worth the mind-blowing orgasm he gets. He also adores 69, he loves receiving oral and is willing to give it back

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He loves to hear you laugh and giggle, so he will randomly tickle you during sex just to hear you laugh. He is the perfect balance of serious and humorous.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Oh, he is WELL GROOMED, he did spend this kind of Grimm to not have it up kept nicely. He is practically hairless down there and keeps it that way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Varies, sometimes when it’s a quickie the romance is kept to the end when he kisses you softly and thanks to you and telling you, you look so beautiful. But other times, you open his door to see a trail of rose petals either leading to the bath or his bed. Either way, you feel loved and cherished at the end.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Hates jacking off, he rather be with someone else than do it alone. He also thinks it makes the sex better the more desperate he is, so he tries to hold off as long as possible. He only caves when he really misses you and it either late at night or he is already in the bath and lazily lets his hand fall and toy with his dick.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh boy, this boy like everything related to sex, so if there is a kink he is probably down for it, though his favorites are.

CBT (Cock and Ball Torture) Putting a cock ring or cock cage on Asmodeus and send him on his day if you want to be pounded into his bed later. He will have a semi all day and constantly complain to you about how evil you are. When you bought a cock ring that vibrated with a room, Asmodeus had to leave RAD after lunch because he came so quickly.

Orgasm Control/ Orgasm Delay: Loves to deny or delay your orgasms but also loves to make you orgasm so fast you can’t keep up with it. Expect to be dizzy from him controlling your orgasm.

Wax Play: Asmodeus finds your body a work of art, so he loves to paint your body with wax. Which ends up leading to you letting him paint your body with acrylics. IT was the most sensual experience yet.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere? Asmodeus doesn’t understand why you should limit yourself to where you have sex. But his favorite is his room or yours because its where you seem the most relaxed and willing to be the loudest there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly just existing turns Asmodeus on, there is so much opportunity. Some of his favorite ways to work him up though is when you get mad, when you take charge, or when you show off your body; whether it’s in lingerie or not.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Doesn’t really have any hard nos, unless if it messy and can’t be down in the shower/bath.

While he loves gags, Gagging: is a soft limit for him because he loves to hear you too much and he prefers to have verbal safe words than doing the tap out system.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers to receive, he is a little selfish when it comes to oral and loves the attention. Use both your hands and mouth to get him worked up the quickest.

When giving oral, he loves to hold you thighs down and apart and just go to town eating you out until you are hoarse from screaming his name.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

When it’s a quickie or semi-public sex it is fast and rough, but behind the closed door of his bedroom or yours expect it to be slow and sensual. You will be driven wild and forget everything but Asmodeus’ name.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them and thinks they are super important. Because while it’s fun to work you up until you are needy sometimes just giving in to the urge to fuck you wildly is just as fun. Expect sex overall to happen often and about 50% of them will be quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Asmodeus is willing to take too many risks, risks you wouldn’t take with anyone else because somehow Asmodeus is able to charm himself out of anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Could go all night and could last forever. It's agonizing and drives you wild.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Of course, he does! Anything from cock rings, vibrators, dildos, chains, whips, there is a whole closet that is set up like a sex store. He loves having toys when you have sex, whether it's using it on him or on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

On the slow and sexual nights, expect to be teased to such an unfair amount. You will be screaming and begging to the point of tears before Asmodeus will give in to what you both want.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Asmodeus is loud, it encourages you to make noises that he loves to drink up. He will make the same noises you do to encourage you even more. He loves this part of sex so expect him to relish in it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The wildest place you had sex and wasn’t caught was in the Student Council Room, right before a meeting. You were caught when you had sex in Lucifer’s office, he saw nothing, but he figured it out pretty quickly and demanded that you both scrub his office clean. The orgasm you had on his desk was work scrubbing every inch of that office clean.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Much like Asmodeus' long and lean body, his penis can be described the same way. It is just shy of 6 ½ inches and isn’t that girthy. But for what he lacks in girth, he makes up in skill and experience. Asmodeus likes to remind you size doesn’t matter, it’s the skill behind the size that matters.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He is the avatar of Lust, his sex drive is insanely high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always tries to let you fall asleep first but most times, he falls asleep first. He says it is because he needs his beauty sleep and you never fail to wear him out.

[fanficimagery]

@leonygunawan said: HEY HEY ITS ME AGAIN SURPRISE SURPRISE!! ive come back with a genius idea of jeff x reader where jeff inflamed his rotating cuff (i googled this btw) and y/n is so excited to treat him bc y/n have always been the one that got sick or injured and jeff always treats her like y/n is a fucking queen. She would bring his books, drive him to school, feed him(?), dress him or shower him if you feel comfortable writing that part but if you don't just leave that one thank you so much… again for writing!

Author's Note: I incorporated only a few things because with an inflamed rotator cuff he's not totally useless ;) And the gif really has nothing to do with the story. It’s just cute.

Jeff X Reader

"So it's just an inflamed rotator cuff? Nothing too serious."

"Yep." Jeff grimaces as he unbuttons an old button down shirt, trying very cautiously to shrug out of it. "I got some anti-inflammatory meds and I'm on six weeks of rest starting today."

He easily shakes out of one sleeve, but barely doing so must cause him a wave of pain. His sudden sharp intake of breath startles you into motion and you hold your hands out to stop him. "Wait, wait, wait. Let me."

He softly chuckles, but stops moving and lets you do the work for him. You peel the shirt off easily, staring at the black contraption the doctor left him in. It's a quarter sleeve bandage that fits snug on his right shoulder with a strap that runs diagonally across his chest and under his left arm.  "He said I should ice it every hour for ten minutes or so and if that doesn't work then I'll need to have it massaged. I basically can't do anything with my arm that involves me lifting it."

"You know what that means then, right?" You grin.

"..what?"

"For all the times you waited on me hand and foot when I was sick, I now get to return the favor."

Jeff looks like he wants to argue, but after staring a tad too long and realizing you're actually excited for this.. he sighs. "Sure. That's fine."

The following morning you show up bright and early at Jeff's house. He answers the door with an amused huff, his right arm in a constrictive sling which keeps his arm close to his body and weight off his shoulder.

"Let's go, slowpoke. I'm driving." You beam at him.

"..what?"

"I'm driving," you state slowly, still smiling. "You're hurt and I'm looking out for you. If you really want to heal up by the time baseball season starts, you need to rest your arm."

"You're too good for me, you know that?"

"I'm really not. Now come on." You see his book bag resting by the inside wall and you bend at the knees to reach in and grab it.

"Jeffrey, mijo, who's at the door?" You hear his mother ask.

"It's just me, Mrs. Atkins," you call out. "I'll be driving Jeff to and from school so he doesn't aggravate his shoulder."

His mother rounds the corner, eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiles at you. "Y/N, sweetie, how are you? Have you had breakfast yet?"

"I'm good, Mrs. Atkins, and yes. I've already eaten, but thanks for asking."

"Good. Well then, you two best be going." She turns to Jeff and kisses his cheek, the tips of his ears burning red in embarrassment. "And drive safely." She then leans out the door, cupping your face in hand and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'll see you after school."

And instead of embarrassment, all you can feel is warmth and adoration for Mrs. Atkins and the way she treats you as if you were one of her own. "See you later, Momma Bear." Glancing at Jeff once Mrs. Atkins takes her leave, his eyebrows are raised in amusement at you. "Shut up. She adores me and I adore her. We understand each other."

"If you say so," he chuckles. "So where to, mi lady?"

"Hell," you deadpan. "We're going to Hell."

School turns out to be a rather interesting day. With Jeff hurt and not being able to do much, all his admirers were quick to do things for him. His fellow jocks were good at opening his locker and carrying his books/book bag when you couldn't, and you literally had to glare at the other admiring females when they offered to feed him his lunch. 

Jeff and his friends found it amusing, and only let up when you threatened to start keying cars. And since he had taken his medication before leaving for school, the only reason he had to visit the athletic trainer was when he had to ice his shoulder every other class period.

"I'm so ready for a nap," Jeff sighs, sinking into your passenger seat as you drive him back home. "Doing absolutely nothing is tiring."

"Mhm." You hum. "I hope you're a fast healer. I don't know how much more I can take of the Liberty High female population treating you like royalty."

He laughs. "I am royalty, babe."

"Of course you are, my love. But you're my King. Never forget that."

"Yes, ma'am."

You laugh as you continue drive, focusing on the road and getting the both of you to his house in one piece. Mrs. Atkins is still home and she greets the both of you happily, she being really ecstatic when she finds out you're staying over to study with Jeff and have dinner.

But half way through your study session, Jeff complains about stiffness in his shoulder. You tell him to go soak in a bath while you visit with his mother and help her with any dinner prep, and he agrees.

So while you're making small talk and dicing tomato for a salad thirty minutes later, your surprised to receive a text message from Jeff. Cleaning your hands off, you pick up your cell from the table and read what he's sent.

FROM JEFF I'm in need of a nurse's assistance. I can't reach my back.

The picture attached is of Jeff in the tub, pouting as he points over a bruised shoulder.

TO JEFF Are u insane?! Your mother is home. I will not risk her wrath if she catches me in the bathroom w/ her very naked son.

FROM JEFF I'll put on underwear if I have to.

You snort, quickly typing your response.

TO JEFF You're an idiot. Don't you have a loofah on a long stick?

"What's that, honey?"

You startle at Mrs. Atkins voice, guilt seeping in at her friendly smile. "Oh. Um. It's, uh, it's Jeff," you stammer. "He's being silly. Told me to go up and scrub his back."

"Silly boy." She huffs in amusement.

"Right? I told him I was not going to risk your wrath. He must think I'm really stupid to not realize that mothers are very protective of their baby boys. Especially their very naked baby boys," you babble. Mrs. Atkins doesn't utter a word and since you're too nervous to even meet her gaze, it takes you longer than a moment to gather the courage to look at her. And when you do, you realize she has a hand clamped over her mouth and her shoulders are shaking with muffled laughter. "..what? Why are you laughing?"

"Y/N," she grins, lips twitching as she bites back the giggles. "I adore you. You're like the daughter I've always wanted and I couldn't be more happier that you're with my son."

"But?" You gulp. "I feel like there's a but in there somewhere."

"No. No but," she grins. "It's just.. do you really think me that naive to not believe you've already seen my son in his birthday suit?"

You practically choke on your tongue, gasping so suddenly and sending saliva down the wrong pipe. "W-what?" You rasp. 

"Mija," she coos. "You're beautiful and kindhearted, and my husband and I raised an equally beautiful and kindhearted son. You two are drawn to one another like no teenagers should be. It would not come as a surprise if we knew for a fact that you and Jeff are-"

"I'm sorry!" You blurt, heart pounding furiously and cheeks heated as you drop your phone into your lap and hide your face in the palms of your hands. "I- we, uh, we're protected," you blurt. "Very protected."

"Good." You jerk when her hand lands on your shoulder, you then very hesitantly glancing up at her. "Now please go help my son before he injures himself further. And tell him no funny business while I'm in the house."

She walks away after patting your shoulder gently, and you gulp once more. "Y-Yes, ma'am."

Once Mrs. Atkins is safely out of eye sight, you breathe a huge sigh of relief. You pick up your phone, quickly skimming through the six text messages Jeff sent you while you had the most awkward and honest conversation with his mother. He's begging you now to come up, even humorously teasing you with pics and soapy water that doesn't really hide anything from view.

But since you have his mother's blessing, you told him to hold on before making your way upstairs. You leave your phone on his dresser and make your way to his private bathroom, knocking twice on the door before entering and closing the door behind you.

Jeff beams at you, a soapy beard sliding off the end of his chin. "You risked my mother's wrath."

"No," you drawl. "Your mother totally knows I'm up here." His smile drops and eyes widen. "And she totally knows we have sex. She told me to tell you no funny business is allowed as long as she's in the house."

"Oh my God."

"Yep. So lean forward so I can get your back and then you can join me downstairs for the most awkward dinner ever." And as Jeff leans forward, numbly handing you a soapy washcloth, you kneel down to reach the parts of his back that he couldn't. Because if you were going down in flaming embarrassment, Jeff was going down with you.