deviilstouch

hii! i thought it’s about time for me to add a pinned post. i’m 24, bi, use she/her pronouns & currently live in the gmt time-zone. this is my low-activity, selective indie indie blog where i focus on smut-heavy plots revolving around f/f, f/nb & f/m dynamics. 

please be aware that this blog contains dark, triggering & taboo topics. thus, please don’t interact if you’re under 21 or if you’re easily triggered! common triggers will be tagged as trigger tw.

i kindly ask you to reblog straight from the source if possible and if it doesn’t involve a ship we two have so that my activity isn’t cluttered.

‘i’m afraid it doesn’t work that way.  a deal is the deal.’   fenrir did not owe her the explanation or the understanding,  but he couldn’t deny he was entertained by her demanding and resisting questions.  he carried the girl easily through the forest,  his protective hand grabbing the back of her thighs.  ‘what does it matter to me,  cattle or woman?  i am your chosen god.  perhaps i will have to train that mouth of yours to speak with more respect.’   he laughed as he said it,  apparently clear that unlike the aesir he took great amusement from it.   ‘plump as your rear.’   a hand reached up and smacked her behind,  groping the pleasant roundness of it,  feeling the heat her body sent down his own.   ‘you can hate it all you want,  but you are mine now.’  the rest of the trip was simple.  fenrir returned to his dwelling,  a lone den that resembled a viking’s.  his worshippers and attendants saw his chosen bride,  how he carried her into his hut,  where he threw her down over his bed made of fox fur.  grinning brightly,  laughing,  he drew off his shirt,  revealing his broad form.   ‘come here,  kitten.  open your legs now.’

“wasn’t it?” she asked, still feigning innocence and shaking her head at him. “i like being accused of lying, der,” she told him, lower lip sticking out in a pout for the briefest moment before it turned into a smirk at what he said next. “you kiss your momma with that filthy mouth?” she asked with a brow raised. “i’m sure she taught you better than to speak like that to a lady,” lake continued to tease the man. “but if i am a teasing bitch, it’s only because i can’t help it,” she told him, shrugging her shoulders. “what else am i to do with all these things i can’t possibly understand happening around me,” lake sighed and brought back the pout from earlier. a chill of excitement ran through her when he promised her she wasn’t sorry yet. “that a promise?” she murmured into his scruffy jaw, continuing to kiss her away up the side of his face. she gasped when he grabbed her again suddenly, his grip on her firm as he pulled her over the bulge in his jeans. lake’s teeth sunk down into her lower lip as she felt the evidence of what she’d been doing to the man practically all night. “wanna find out?” she questioned back, raising a brow right back at him and smirking as she started to slowly rock herself down against the bulge in his jeans. she only grew all the more excited when his rough, calloused hand slid under her skirt. she loved how his hands felt against her soft skin. she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips as he brushed her teasingly, only getting wetter for the man at his teasing. “not a chance,” she replied on a laugh, though her tone was growing breathless. 

the silence falling over her appeared to be a good sign, one he hoped meant that she was finally grasping what her purpose was to him. sawyer had no doubts she was smart, he did like that about her. not enough to let it continue to keep him from getting off, but enough to hold his interest, and it had been too long since anyone really made him notice them. those wide eyes, the way she bit her lip and seemed to contemplate what she should do. thankfully, she chose correct. her response lingering in the air, and finally a pleased groan was slipping out as he felt the warmth of her tongue against him. “much better,” the older male was breathing out, licking his own lips and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. if it were anyone else, he might force them to pick up the pace, but now that she was complying… he was more than happy to really take in as much of her as he could. deciding to let her take charge, call it some sort of token for doing as he wanted, both hands were raising to settle at the back of his head. “i knew there was a good girl hiding somewhere in there,” sawyer was praising, a pleased smile plastered onto his lips. “don’t be afraid of it though, that feels nice but nice wont make me cum, princess,” sawyer reminded as gently as possible, eyes locked on the raven haired girl on her knees beneath him.

trixie groans in annoyance at saoirse’s demand to be called ‘miss’. her sister knows very well how headstrong she is, and how much having to refer to her as that is going to get to the redhead. “ugh fine.” she grumbles, dropping to her knees so she can reach up and start slowly tugging the other’s panties. the moment she has them pulled down, trixie tosses the pair of panties over her shoulders. spreading her sister’s thighs further to give herself more room to work, trixie fully intends to just go for it in hopes that saoirse will be too distracted to try and correct her sassy little response moments earlier. 

the  way  she  looks  at  him,  all  wide - eyed  and  wounded,  causes  joseph’s  grip  on  her  waist  to  loosen.  the  mask  he’s  put  so  much  effort  into  maintaining  all  these  years  has  started  to  slip  and  at  this  point,  he  knows  he’s  skating  on  thin  ice.  the  bully  the  man  is  right  now  isn’t  an  act  but  instead  what  he’s  always  been  deep  down.  others  have  seen  that  side  to  him,  but  never  her.  never  his  harriet.  “ i’m  sorry. ”  those  words  rarely  leave  his  lips  but  is  aware  he  has  to  be  careful  not  to  scare  her  off  by  being  forceful  with  his  vile  expectations,  “  i  didn’t  mean  to  hurt  you,  baby.  ”  makes  a  point  to  visibly  soften  as  green  hues  wash  over  his  daughter,  conceding  sigh  audible  as  shrug  takes  form  on  shoulders.  “ i  don’t  know.  breakfast — dinner — it  won’t  help.  i  just … ”  gaze  purposely  trails  off,  features  thoughtful  as  he  speaks,  “ … maybe  i  just  need  to  go  out  by  myself  tonight.  maybe  meet  a  woman,  have  some  fun,  you  know?  just  not  be  a  dad  for  a  couple  hours. ”