#inscribed oc

[mugsy]

Hi Cred say hi to Cred my bestest friend Cred. I think they’re a Banzai Valedictorian. Also they work at BEST BUY. There is more information about them but I like keeping secrets cuz I’m fucked up like that

#epithet erased #ee oc #epithet oc #inscribed oc #banzai oc

[rogdona]

#still more than an hour and a half left until the system opens and i can inscribe myself on the classes #art #my art #oc tag #furry #oc chloe

[peepongos]

that guy from the anime campaign session i ran a bit ago his names milk boy and he was willed into important character status by my players because he reminded them of

and hes also becoming a player character in a session my friend is gming so we do a little milk boy gaming

#epithet erased oc #btw he is inscribed #his epithet is not milk </3 #maybe ill post the other art i did for that session #if i rember to #epithet erased #banzai blaster oc #banzai blasters #EE #anime campaign #anime campaign oc #is that a tag that gets used at all ???? #original character #oc artwork #art #artists on tumblr #digital drawing #drawing #digital art #my art #artist #digital doodle

[officialrickshades]

finally trying to get some things together for artfight, so have this guy!!

#epithet erased #epithet oc #wizard.png #cocoa bean #MR SAFETYYYYYYYY #STOP RIGHT THERE #hes gaslighting himself into being a mundie #why you may ask #he has a complicated relationship with epithets #his younger sister is inscribed #and his older brother who he looked up to was a mundie lol #as well as his niece and nibling #i think this guy needs to get like #a therapy dog #hes the type to see a box of kittens on the side of the road #and try to take all of them in #good man #good citizen #vigilantes campaign

[beholdtheleaves]

Character Sheet: Kristie Shivlal

A character sheet for my OC, Kristie Shivlal! She will judge your outfit. 💖💅🏻

This is made using my fanmade Epithet Erased ttrpg system, called Intimately Inscribed! In terms of mechanics, it takes a page from both Fate Accelerated and the indie ttrpg Gloaming Diaries. Go check it out.

Transcript of her character sheet under the cut:

Kristie Shivlal

Epithet: Sharp

Main Trait: Overachieving Mean Girl

Weakness: Pressure from Parents

Bonus Traits: Teacher’s Pet, Sheltered Upbringing

Stats

Agility 1

Heart 2

Might 0

Poise 3

Wits 2+1

Abilities

Be There 9 O’clock Sharp: When you’re running late for an event by a few minutes, you can bend time slightly so that you still arrive on time.

Sharp-Tongued: You gain +1 at rolls to insult or demean people.

Sharp Vision: You can enhance your sense of sight for the rest of the scene, giving you +1 on all visual rolls; however, you suffer -1 Poise when this power is in effect.

Sharply-Dressed: You can morph clothing to be extremely fashionable for the rest of the scene, and you gain +1 on social interactions while wearing it. However, the morphing wears off if the clothing gets soiled in any way.

Sharp Wits: You gain +1 Wits, and gain +1 at anything that involves deep thinking, reasoning, or debate.

#ttrpg #epithet erased #epithet oc #intimately inscribed

[fullyfazed]

I’ve been super brain-rotting over Epithet Erased, and when I brain-rot over a media, I make myself into a character in that universe! 

The art style for EE is so fun, and I had a blast trying to recreate it. 

I’d also like to apologize to my friends for how much I’ve been talking about this show recently, but I’m also not sorry. So. 

Anyway screenshot edits under the cut, and buy Prison of Plastic

#Epithet Erased #epithet oc #epithet erased oc #epithet erased style #epitheterased #yeah so fun fact i was fully planning on being a mundie but decided to do some random number generator shenanigans #and low and behold the numbers said im inscribed #when i generated the words i was between gap and catalyst and OH MY GOD gap has so many definitions #but i thought catalyst would be more fun because it's both a chemical reaction and a personality trait kinda! #which is why the flavor text is about motivational speaking #cause part of the power is literally being motivational and an energetic leader #and final fun fact i look the main red from giovannis phone

[joicthestoic]

This is what I drew for February! This is Johnny Joe (though I mispelled his name and only noticed in post) he’s my player’s character in my Anime Campaign game that is based around Epithet Erased. He’s one of my favorite characters, and he is also one of the onl people that didn’t have a faceclaim, so I drew it for him. I have a version with and without background, hope you guys like it!

So yeah, this was for February! finished it on the 21st, posted it now because some things got in the way.

#epithet oc #epithet erased #ee #deck of inscribed #anime campaign #OC art #OC #stats #Overdrive #superpowers #art #drawing #muscular #anime #ttrpg #ttrpg character #character art

[strawberry-link]

*inhales*- Okay so turns out my artistic abilities is heavily related to my mental state (go figure). I had previously made Mazey with a very (very) bland design that I wasn’t proud of. Earlier this week I was starting up college again and got I bit nervous over the possibilities I would forget stuff I learned. Basically I was focused on my school. But now that I’ve completed a majority of the assignments and gotten back in the groove of being in my ice cold clinic 🥶 I can fully concentrate on what character design to pick. Sooo uh yeah.

This is Mazey Umiu !

And yes her little hair buns are supposed to look like the slug feelers nudibranchs have and NOT cat ears!

She is a slug! A weird ghost slug which is why her ghost appearance looks so..liquidy(?)

I,ll take asks for her too if you guys are interested.

Oh right! Sorry about not answering the Blyndeff Family questions! TxT I will get to those but I wanna make them good and not rushed so it will be awhile. My battery is at 6 rn so bye bye! ^^

#epithet erased #ask blog #epithet oc #inscribed

[lostbookwyrm]

A question for the Epithet Erased fandom, what's with the white pupils? I noticed that most of the inscribed characters have white pupils, is that like, a thing? Or is it just a stylistic feature?

#I'm making fanart/a couple of ocs #do the characters need white pupils? #is it just inscribed who have the white pupils or can mundies have them to? #epithet erased #/gen question

[mythandlaur]

Epithet Erased Week - Day 6

I admit, I don't really have OCs for this beyond side characters in various RPs and future stories (which is what these three are). I'd love to actually play in or run an EE campaign once the new rulebook comes out though.

--

Sometimes, Peyton gets unlucky. Sometimes, a customer shows up with the gall to wear a Banzai uniform in public, and sometimes, they have to deal with very long and arduous conversations with the uniform's wearer.

But, of course, they'd rather they have said conversations than any of their coworkers. So when they catch sight of the girl with the sailor collar marking her as a Senpai out on the street, they quickly tug the barista at the counter out of the way by her apron strings and situate themself at her spot.

The girl marches through the door with all the unearned self-confidence typical for a relatively high-ranking Banzai, and Peyton glances away to roll zer eyes. Ze turns back just as she reaches the counter, and offers a standard customer service smile.

"Hey, welcome to the Lovely Latte Lounge, what can I get you."

The girl's smug smile abruptly twists into a scowl, and she squints at them as if they're some sort of alien.

"Excuse me. Do you know who I am?"

"...A customer," Peyton replies, flat enough to be sarcastic but pleasant enough to give zer plausible deniability. "Would you like to try any of our new--"

The senpai slams her hands on the counter loud enough to make several heads turn and several struggling writers and college students in seats nearby grumble before going back to their laptops and triple espressos.

"Don't play stupid with me," she snaps, tugging pointedly at the string tie around her neck. Now that she's closer, Peyton can see her collar is slightly bedazzled and she's wearing too much eye shadow for the weather. It doesn't really add to the uniform at all.

"...Lilly...?"

The voice is masculine and absolutely pleading. Peyton raises an eyebrow, glancing around the senpai to see a meek-looking boy in a green sweater with a camo shoulder bag half-hiding behind her. He catches zer eye with a silent apology. "Can we please just...order and go?"

The senpai--Lilly, apparently--turns to him and scoffs. "No one respects me." She sets her cold blue gaze back on Peyton, and Peyton braces zemself for whatever nonsense order is about to come out of her mouth. Sure enough... "I want a chai tea latte, medium but in a large cup, extra milk foam, two scoops matcha powder, three pumps vanilla, and whipped cream."

"...Uh-huh." Not for the first time, Peyton wonders if their customers still have functioning taste buds. "And you?"

She nods at the boy, who looks like he wishes he'd clip underneath the floor. "Uh. Just an everything bagel. That's it."

"Okay...12.50 for you both."

"WHAT?"

Another round of grumbles from the current patrons. Even Peyton can't suppress a wince. Ze knows what's coming next and speaks up first. "You are going to have to pay for this like everyone else."

"So you DO know who I am!"

"Yes, and you do know this is a small coffee shop with absolutely nothing worth stealing, including the coffee?"

"Hmph." Lilly spins on a heel, making her caramel curls bounce. "Fine. I'll be outside. Waiting."

She proceeds to strut right back out the door, seemingly unbothered by the dirty looks she's getting. Peyton sighs through her nose and looks to her companion. He's got a sad, mousy kind of face. Not quite Australian, but could probably pass for one.

"...Can I get a name for the order?"

The boy lets out his own sigh, thankfully just as loud and annoyed as Peyton wishes ze could afford to be. "Uh...Tad."

"Got it." Peyton finishes the order on their register and prints it off, handing it back to the barista ze'd pushed away from the counter (who's wearing an expression like she'd just barely missed being hit by a truck). Tad doesn't move away from the counter, and neither does Peyton, looking him over.

"So, is she your..."

"Sister."

"Thank god. I was gonna have some words otherwise."

He laughs, genuine but strained, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah...no, I can't just leave. Sorry about her."

"Honestly, I've dealt with worse."

"She's--not actually that bad, the Banzai stuff just went to her head, y'know, and..."

Peyton shrugs. "As it does for all of them, in my experience."

"Well...kind of, yeah."

It sounds like the guy's pretty used to having to say this spiel, and ze feels bad. Ze glances off to the side for a moment, pressing zer lips together in consideration.

"...Hey, kid." Ignoring the fact that Tad has to at least be zer age, if not older. "You got a favorite drink? Coffee?"

"I'm more of a hot chocolate guy."

"Give me one minute."

Peyton ducks back to the machines, quickly starting on a bog-standard hot chocolate, the kind of thing you'd get if you just ordered "a hot chocolate". Before adding the whipped cream, however, Peyton returns to the counter, setting the cup down and pulling a black plastic coffee stirrer from a cup near the register. Tad's brows furrow, and he leans over to watch as Peyton squints down at the hot chocolate, twirling the stirrer between zer fingers.

For half a second, zer eyes and the coffee stirrer flicker lavender. Ze rapidly stirs the hot chocolate, leaving a line of deep purple in it that quickly fades back to the hot chocolate's natural color. Satisfied, they toss the stirrer and gesture at the cup.

"You want whipped cream?"

"...Yeah. What--what was that?"

Peyton grins, clearly pleased with themself. "If your sister had let me finish, I would've mentioned the stamina-boosting drinks we just put on the menu. They're on the website, haven't gotten around to updating the board yet. You look like you could use one."

"Oh?" Tad brightens significantly. "So that's an epithet thing?"

"Yeppers. You want me to drink it first? Promise it won't turn you into a spider or anything."

"No, no, I believe you. And no whipped cream, just--"

Tad reaches into his bag and pulls out a wallet. Peyton quickly raises a hand. "Pay for your sister's stuff. This is on the house."

"Seriously?"

"Like I said, you look like you could use it."

"You're a lifesaver."

"Least I can do," Peyton replies, capping the drink while the other barista returns with the tea and bagel. Tad digs around in his wallet and pulls out a few bills.

As he returns the wallet to his bag, something shiny on it catches the light. Peyton assumes zer interest must be obvious, because he smiles and holds up the bag to zer. It has a lot of pins of logos ze doesn't recognize, along with--

"Soccer?" Ze points at the slightly iridescent ball pin.

Tad nods. "I've got tryouts for the local team next week."

"Hey, good luck, kid. Don't bring her."

Tad laughs for a couple seconds, before his face turns grim and voice turns solemn as the grave. "No one. In my family. Is coming. Period."

"Good."

Tad throws his bag back over his shoulder, thanking zer profusely and taking the drinks and bagel. Peyton watches as he heads out the door and meets his sister on the sidewalk. Ze can't hear their conversation through the doors, but they have to assume it's very loud.

"...Dude."

Peyton turns to find the barista from earlier staring at them. "Yeah?"

"You can't just keep doing that. The manager's gonna--"

"Fire me?"

The barista opens her mouth, then shuts it again. Peyton shakes their head. "Look, I do my job well enough, I have a relevant epithet. I'm helping where I can."

"I'm just saying you should be worrying about things besides giving people free coffee."

"I could say the same to you." Peyton brushes past her easily, leaving the counter open for her to return to her post. Ze smiles, a little bitterly, once ze's sure she can't see zer face.

"At least free coffee I can do something about."

#epithet erased #ee oc #inscribed 'mixture' and two mundies in that order #my writing #epithet week

[martinsorbit]

[Inscryption AU] They thought being inscribed was for one game file ONLY! They MAD!!

god this is so self indulgent. like im not even joking this time im 100% serious. oh my god. are they my fucking ocs at this point? sorry im tired

So uh. After PO3's takeover of Inscryption by the end of ACT 2, Lunar and Solaris get turned into cards yet again (LOL sorry) and become part of the technology deck in ACT 3 as Moonbot and Sunbot.

PO3 didn't really mean to inscribe them, I dont think It knew if they really existed or not since both Solaris and Lunar are scrapped secret bosses that never got truly deleted.

Since the two shouldn't really exist in the game, in ACT 3, both of their cards get a new sigil and effect (Still thinking of a name, but I want it to be like the pizzaplex virus in the sense that it affects an animatronic and infects the others close to it; Maybe a power debuff to all adjacent cards + and some damage stuff)

#martinsaysstuff #dca posting #long post #? ig #inscryption spoilers #sun #moon #dca #dca au #ill rereead this in the mornjbg im super tired and got really fixated on finishing this shit #dca inscryption au #dca sun #dca moon #mars artz

[mugsy]

Decided to completely revamp this guy too (including his name) bc I really just did Not like what I ended up doing with him originally. I’m a lot happier with this and I think it more accurately reflects what I was trying to explore when I first made him (that being the negative side effects an epithet might have on someone’s who’s inscribed). Adding the aspect of knowing it’s probably an epithet but not actually knowing what it is also helped I think

Also I tried to keep things somewhat vague to push the feeling of uncertainty but while trying to condense it I think might have gotten a little too vague? I apologize if it’s a little confusing, I’d totally be willing to clarify more if anyone asked!

Also x2 I do have his epithet in mind already but because I’m EVIL I wanna see if anyone can guess what it is first

That’s all from me goodbye

#epithet erased #epithet oc #epithet erased oc #ee oc #inscribed oc

[rogdona]

#morninggg... i finishes inscribing myself in some stuff bc classes start monday.. theres a lot of us starting ppl JAHSDAJ #this uni doesnt have an entrance exam so im thinking everythings gonna b p hard or theres gonna b a lot of content to drive out some ppl #art #my art #oc tag #oc bitsy

[ghostingaces]

We Need To Talk About Glass | 141 x Reader/Oc

Synopsis; There’s something not right about the rookie

Warnings; vague horror themes and foul language

Notes; Glass is technically an oc but I don’t mention a name or physical description in this, even though she has one, is because this is kind of like a screen test for her. The only description so far is she's tall, Irish, and has plale eyes. This au is also inspired by this and this which I absolutely adore. This is my first piece of writing on this site so I hope you enjoy.

Its also only Price and Ghost for now. It’s a bit rough. Part Two here.

▄︻̷̿┻̿═━ 一

Most of the file before him was blacked out.

Rows upon rows of dark lines stared back at him as he flickered through the manilla folder, crime scene like photos of bloodshed tacked to pages after pages of mission reports. Occasionally the repetitive drivel would be interrupted by a disciplinary report, but those were drowned out with commendations.

“No picture?” Prime hummed as he flipped back to the first page.

“No Sir” The Irish Ranger in front of him answers. He's a tall man, bald with keen green eyes, and the rookies former CO. Lieutenant Byrne. A respectable and very capable man. A man who’s knuckles had been bone white on the file when he handed it over, green gaze refusing to flicker over the pictures he had probably seen dozens of times already. He had probably lived through several.

Price cast his gaze back down to the first page of the rookies file. Her name was simple and easy to remember, but distinct enough to suit her stature. He read it twice again just to make sure that it stuck though.

 He rubbed his eyes as an uncomfortable itch overtook them.

“Infiltration, demolitions, interrogation, guerrilla warfare..., Jack of all trades aren't you...” He read over the callsign inscribed on the page “Glass”

The figure in the corner nodded. A scratchy voice echoed from behind the balaclava “Yes sir”

He had barley noticed the woman when she had walked into the briefing room behind Lieutenant Byrne. Draped in all black and of a similar stature to the man, she had seemed more of a shadow then person. By the time Price had realised she wasn't just an apparition, she had retreated into the dark like she belonged there. 

“Before you're cleared for active duty you'll run some sims with the team” He explained. He settled his gaze on where he thought her eyes would be but could only see the shimmer of something staring back at him.

“Yes Sir”

“Even after that you won't be let out on the field for a while, not until you sim scores are perfect. Any objections?”

“No Sir”

“I expect perfection for my team, no room for mistakes.” Price stood from his desk and circled it slowly so he could sit closer to Glass (what was her name again?) and stare into the depths of the shadows that covered her “Understood”

There was what he perceived as a nod “Yes Sir”

“Good.” He grunted before reaching out to the other ranger for a grateful handshake “Lieutenant Byrne, thank you for the introduction but I can take it from here”

“Of course Sir” The irishman smiled aloofly has he shook the captains hand, grip firm, before stepping back closer to the woman “I’ll be out of you hair by the morning.”

Captain Price nodded with an amicable smile and watched as Byrne stepped closer to the woman who had moved to face him. They spoke in hushed voices, a flush of cold sweat gathering across the mans bald head, and what sounds like him snapping out a small ‘behave’ bounced around the room before he moved briskly to the door.  It open with a scream of rusted hinges.

“Good luck Sir” Lieutenant Byrne smile tightly and shut the door behind him.

Good luck?

Price watched him go, head turned towards the door, before looking back to Glass.

She was closer than before.

A lot closer.

He could make out the structure of sharp bones under the black balaclava, high cheeks and an almost roman nose, as well as tired pale eyes that seemed to look perpetually glassy. He looked away when the itch returned. John huffed, callused hands rubbing his eyes softly, and watched in his peripheral is Glass continued to stare.

When the ache subsided, he offered a hand to shake “Welcome to the 141″

The corners of her eye crinkled every so slightly and he caught what looked like a smile in her dead eyes “Happy to be here Sir”

He could feel the ice of her skin through her gloves when they shook hands. Something distinctly wrong settled in his chest as he stared into her almost fake looking eyes. (Iris too glass like, pupils to much like a void)

What was her name again?

▄︻̷̿┻̿═━ 一

There was something wrong with Glass.

Something almost artificial, something uneven in the way she walked. Something doll like in the way she turned her head.

Ghost, the paranoid man that he was, noticed it first.

Noticed the lights that flickered when she walked into the room, a figure that wasn't her appearing in the shadow, before the bulbs would return to their usual florescent glow. The woman didn't seem to notice (or she didn't care) and was content to to carry on with her day. Ghosts eyes would follow her though, catching her gaze in the mirror she walked past. (He knew for a fact all the mirrors in her room were covered)

Her reflection would linger a moment while her body walked on.

Every instance of wrongness was so quick.

Too quick, like she was teasing him. 

Daring him to say something.

He never told anyone he saw it happen

She made attempts to be normal. Well versed on most topics, she held up conversation easily (if you could ignore you own voice echoing back at you occasionally) but her gaze seemed to pierce through you. Glassy. Fake. Eyes more lifeless than the taxidermy deer head his father hung above the mantle.

He’d watch her for the rest of the day. 

He'd watch as she stalked from room to room, lingering in the back, ghoulishly pale eyes fixated on the people that milled about, as if waiting on one to walk off alone so she could follow. Stalking like a predator, like something hungry. 

People had been going MIA recently 

He’d never seen her eat, never drink, never seen a sliver of skin that wasn't the greasepaint covered flesh around her eyes. Hands constantly bound in leather gloves, tall body locked away in layers of black fabric and body armour. However, in spite of the heavy boots she wore, her steps were basically soundless. She moved like smoke.

“Keep sneaking up on me and I might shoot you” He had snapped one day, tone playful but a genuine threat thinly veiled in his words. He wasn't comfortable with her at his back, not with the knife always on her belt.

Glass has simply laughed, the sound as grating as nails on a chalk board, before she slinked off to to bother Soap or linger in Prices shadow, knife hilt glittering like polished gold.

A Celtic cross was carved into the handle.

A similar gold one hung from a thin chain around her neck, weathered with age and handling, but meticulously cared for.

Soap had asked is she believed in God when he first saw it dangling around her throat, polished gold blindingly vibrant against the blood and black of her tac vest. The chain was short which made the sigil sit right on her breastbone, right above rows of magazines waiting to be used.

Glass had chuckled hoarsely, like she thought having faith in something was more of a desperate joke more than anything else, before spinning a painful vague story about a grandmother and family heirlooms.

Ghost new many people in the service who believed in one god or another, he knew how important it was in a job like this to have something to hold onto to ground yourself when the bullets started flying and bodies dropped around you. Knew it was better to have anything than to let horror of the job eat you alive.

But Glass?

He knew no god could help that creature.

#call of duty fanfic #john price x reader #simon riley x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john mctavish x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #141 x reader #call of duty original character #Cod oc; Glass #Glass tag #shattered tag #call of duty oc #cod oc

[officialrickshades]

coloring slightly old sketches rn!! when i have more energy i WILL draw rick shades

icarus (the blue one) belongs to @marblesodaflower !!

#wizard.png #epithet erased #epithet erased oc #ee oc #achilles #icarus #achilles and icarus are my two stupid boys #they are both inscribed!! #and have also robbed a walmart together

[nymphoheretic]

Commission for @lemonssavelives

Nymph: A commission for the lovely @/lemonssaveslives! They had asked for their OC and Aizestsu and has given me permssion to modify it into an X reader fic!

Warnings: smut, lactation kink, knotting, squirting, breeding/creampie, consentual somnophilia

Word count: .5k

Pairing: Aizestu x Demon!Fem!reader

Network: @enchantedforest-network

Aizetsu closes his lips over a tight pert nipple, sucking gently as his hand kneads the other. He rut his hips into yours as a soft whine rumbles in his chest as the sweet thickness of your milk coats his tongue. He could never get enough of the addictive flavor spreading over his tongue. He ruts his hips down into the softness of your clothed cunt as another soft whimper is pulled from him. “My pretty girl...” He drug his claws down the length of your body gently, being careful to not cut into you even if you were a demon like him.

You moan as you thread your fingers through his hair to hold him in place on your breasts, your back arching so perfectly despite your eyes remaining close in your slumber. You always would seek out your lover’s touch even in your sleep. “Ai…Zetsu…” you moan quietly. Your thighs squeeze his waist as your eyes slowly open to peer into his dark lustful gaze. Nails graze over his scalp as you feel his tongue swirl over your nipple. “Need you, baby, please?”

He looks up at you, pupils blown with lust and eyes so dark the Kanji inscribed on them barely visible. Aiztesu wastes no time in sliding the thin strip of fabric that hid your heat away from his weeping cock. His hands wrap around your thighs, pulling them from around his waist. Pushing your knees to your chest, Aizetsu hovers over you, his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, swiping it through your slick folds. “Princess…” He whispers as he kisses your soft lips, tongue pushing past to dominate yours in a one sided battle.

Your back arches as he slides his cock past the first ring of tight muscles, your claws digging into his forearms. You whine against Aizetsu’s lips as he slowly starts to thrust gently at first to work you up. Your body jolts at every impact, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting again and again fills the air. You break away from his lips to cry out, “Deeper, ‘Zetsu, please?” your back arches off the bed, breasts pushing up to rest under his chin.

Aizetsu cups one of your tits and draws the nipple between his lips, tongue lavishing over it as he sucks. He is soon rewarded by the sweetness that is the milk that they hold and his hips move even faster. The wet smack of his heavy balls against the curve of your ass fill the room as the knot at the base of his cock begins to swell. Releasing your breast with a wet pop, milk dribbling down his chin, fingers squeezing between you to circle your delicate clit. “Cum for me, princess.’ he whines softly, feeling your walls pulse around his cock, trying to milk his balls.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as your hips stutter in response, the white hot cord that had been slowly tightening reaching its max as it snaps. A stream of hot clear liquid leaves you, drenching his pelvis, shaft and balls in your cum. 

“Fuck…baby…” He whimpers as his hips speed up even more now that you’ve had your high as he begins to chase his own, knot swollen as he sinks it inside your warm cunt, plugging up your hole. “Almost…I’m cum-cumming…” he lowers his head against your shoulders as he locks his hips snugly against yours as his balls empty themselves into your womb.

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#nymphomanic♡ #aizetsu x reader #aizetsu smut #aizetsu x you #aizetsu x y/n #kny aizetsu #kny smut #kny x reader #kny x you #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x reader