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Sypnosis . Suggesting tattoos/piercings in the middle of sex. / Pairings . (Separate) Choso x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Sukuna x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, dirty talk, rough sex, oral sex m!receiving, established relationships, unprotected sex, etc. / wc . 6.5k

A/N: I'm in heat. [MDNI]

★ Choso Kamo — back dermals

He kinda just blurts the idea out.

You’d be riding him in reverse, legs spread over his thighs as his cock rests deep inside you, his big hands latched to your hips with his fingers digging into your skin.

Choso’s eyelids are heavy as he loses himself in the tantalizing rock of your hips, dark locks of hair messily splayed down as a few strands stick to the skin of his forehead.

Back and forth and back and forth— you were riding him so slowly and sensually, pussy clenching tightly around his cock and pulling a groan right out the back of his throat.

His head rests back on the headboard of your shared bed, groans leaving his lips every now and then as he doesn’t hesitate to hold his voice back from you.

“Fuck, baby,” Choso moans, “You always ride so fuckin’ good-, shiiit…”

You angle your head back to catch sight of your boyfriend, his facial expression leading you to rotate your hips in a slow circle so you can watch the way his brows push together and his lips part into a sigh.

“Yeahhh, jus’ like that,” He grunts, trying to fight the urge to fuck up into you so soon. Then his eyes narrow at your lower back, specifically the area near where his thumbs are digging into.

He guides your hips a little, letting out a low huff as he watches you ride him so languidly. Then you lean your body forward and arch your back, hands pressing down into the mattress in between the two of your legs as you shift your hips skillfully.

Choso’s thick cock was knocking around your insides as you moved, your cunt squelching sloppily around his shaft with your every movement and making you moan just as much as he was groaning.

Bach and forth, left and right, up just a little before sinking back down so that his tip nudges exactly where you want him.

“Mmmh,” You hum slightly, lips parting a bit as he presses his thumbs into you suddenly, “Cho…”

“Babyy…” He drawls out, mesmerized by your steady movements and pussydrunk already, “Have you uh… mmgh, you’ ever thought ‘bout gettin’ back dermals?”

You sigh heavily, “W-What? Back dermals?” You question as your movement stutters a bit, cunt gripping his cock tighter in surprise.

“Uhuh,” Choso nods in a slight daze, “Y’know… the piercing?” He explains, his voice deep as his eyes never leave your lower back.

“Y-Yeah, I know what you’re talkin’ about b-but-, aah…” You moan as he lifts his hips into you ever so slightly, cockhead pressing into your sweet spot, “Why?”

“‘Cause princess….” Choso smirks and watches your hips roll upward in a circular motion to almost match his movements below you, “Fuuuck they’d look so good on you.”

You turn your head back again, “Think so?”

“Mhmm, shit-, you gotta’ get ‘em baby,” Your boyfriend huffs out as his head tosses back slightly, pulling his lower lip into his mouth for a moment just to grit out a low, “M’gonna cum jus’ thinkin’ about it.”

A smile graces your face for a moment and you increase your pace a little, still ridding him a bit sloppy but dizzying just how he likes, “What’s so… mmh, s-special about them?”

His hands shift a little and slide up to your waist, holding you carefully as you rock your cunt over his cock. “Wanna stare at ‘em while you ride this dick, baby.”

You face forward and moan, “Cho…”

“Hm?” He cracks a smirk. He’s no stranger to the way his words make your body tense up sometimes, “I say somethin’ wrong?” Choso teases.

“N-No but-, hahh… are you serious?” You ask before leaning back, grinding your hips forward, and fucking his cock into you as you move a hand to rub over your clit.

Choso scoffs loudly to make sure you hear, “Does it sound like m’joking?” He asks.

You toss your head back and his eyes trail up to the way you look on top of him, “I dunno…” You whine.

“Aww, you dunno?” He chuckles as he mocks you, “Baby I’m so fuckin’ serious. I’ll pay for it too if you want…“

Letting out a sigh, you purposefully narrow your walls around his dick, earning a moan from him and feeling how he twitches inside you.

“F-Fuck, y’like that, huh?” Choso taunts, “P-Please baby, I’ll spend every fuckin’ penny I have on ya’ just t’see you with that damn piercing.” Hands slipping down to your hips yet again, he tugs your body back a little and his cock knocks somewhere inside you that has you moaning his name.

“Choso… shit-, o-okay… I’ll-,” Your jaw drops as his cock grazes that spot you like yet again, “Hhgnn… I’ll get it,” You whisper desperately.

He doesn’t miss your words at all, “Y-Yeah?” He unintentionally thrusts up into you and your pussy quivers around his dick, “You will? Fuck, I love you. Love you s’much-, shiiiit….”

And then he’s thrusting consistently, making you lose yourself on top of him as Choso envisions that damn piercing on you— oh he can’t wait for you to get them now.

★ Geto Suguru — a tattoo of his name

Well, he just wants everyone to know who you belong to of course. You already moan his name nearly every night so why not get it printed onto your skin?

Geto wonders where he’d want such a thing but one day it just comes to him.

It was early in the morning and the two of you had woken up needier than ever, both of you lying on your sides as he woke you up with a million kisses pressed into your neck.

You grumbled something in your sleep and it made him smile against your skin as he slipped up to your ear just to whisper, “G’mornin’ gorgeous,” His voice was so deep yet soft with you.

A sigh slips past your lips at the sound of his words in your ear and you shift around where you lay, “Suguru…”

“Hmm?” He hums, still against your ear purposefully. One of his hands was latched to your waist, his fingers drawing small circles against you as he felt against you wearing his t-shirt.

You pout and angle your head back to him ever so slightly, “What’d I tell you about doin’ that?”

Geto raises a confused brow, “Doin’ what, baby?” He asks, an innocent little smile pulling at his lips as his hand slips down along your body.

“Talkin’ in my ear when you first wake up…” You huff, turning to face forward again and comfort yourself.

Your boyfriend leans down to your neck and kisses you tenderly, “Mmmh…” He hums against you, still smiling a little, “I don’t remember. Remind me?”

Your body shifts a bit and your ass presses back into his crotch, “Said’ it turns me on,” You explain.

He’s quick to flash a smile and pull away from your neck, “Oh yeah?” Geto taunts, moving his lips back to your ear and kissing the crown of it.

“Mhmm,” You hum tiredly in response.

That hand of his begins to slide around your body and to your stomach, fingers slipping under your (his) shirt and feeling your bare skin.

You sigh as he touches you so softly, knowing exactly where this is going once you feel his heavy cock poking against your ass.

Geto’s low in your ear as his hand slides down past your abdomen, “Feelin’ needy for me now, huh?” He murmurs, fingertips grazing the thin band of your panties.

“Hahh…” His voice alone had you so wet. It was all groggy and low with you yet still soothing just how you know it to be. Which is why you’re uttering a quiet, “Yeah…” In response as he runs his fingers over your panties to tease you.

Geto shifts to kiss under your ear, “Lemme’ check how needy y’are…” He whispers to you, “S’that okay?” You swear his request for consent has you over the edge already.

“Mhm,” You hum hastily in response.

His hands carefully slip under your panties and he quickly runs two thick fingers down and in between your wet folds, “Mmmh, baby… she’s soaked already,” Geto talks low into your ear, feeling how your cunt twitches against his fingertips.

You smile a little and push your hips back against him, “Y-Yeah, I know…. S’your fault,” You huff out as Geto just gathers your slick onto his fingers.

Then he pulls his hand out and brings it up to his mouth, sucking the thin coat of your slick off of his fingers and groaning slightly. “I better take responsibility then, huh?” He suggests before dropping his hand back down.

You’re already on the same page as him so you quickly shift to pull your panties down and then kick them off your legs, “Mhmm.”

Geto smiles at how quick you are as his hand is quick to return to your dripping cunt, fingertips rubbing over your clit teasingly and making him bite his bottom lip as you squirm.

The two of you are no strangers to morning sex. It happens quite often if anything. Sometimes it’s slow and sensual and other times it’s rushed and messy.

Like now for example, as your boyfriend goes from finger fucking you and spewing filth into your ear to kissing and sucking on the side of your neck and teasing you with his words.

“That feels good Sugu,” Is all you’d get to say while his two long fingers drag against your gummy walls, curling deep inside you perfectly.

“Yeah?” Geto would whisper, “Bet my cock would feel better.”

You’d just nod eagerly and mumble out a quiet, “Uhuh,” Before he’s moving already.

Your pussy narrows around his fingers and he groans, thumb rolling over your clit, “You want it? Want my cock inside you, baby?” Geto teases.

You could already feel his dick pressing against your ass, his hips lightly pushing into you every now and then for some friction.

“Please,” You sigh out.

And then he’s moving. Fingers drawing out of your messy cunt and going to tug his sweats down. He had no plans of changing positions either, fucking you sideways was one of his favorite things to do anyway.

Hence why he’s all in your ear, lips brushing over your skin, “Lift ya’ leg up f’me, pretty girl,” Geto instructs, to which you begin to do so and he hooks an arm under your leg, “Yeahh, just like that-,” He grunts as the tip of his cock grazes your wet hole, “Fuck, m’gonna slip right in.”

His words leave him just as he angles his cock into you, quickly stretching you open and causing your eyes to roll back.

“Mmmgh,” You moan, turning your face into the pillow a bit more.

Not that the action helps you escape Geto’s voice because he simply pushes his face forward. He won’t allow you to move your ear away from him, especially not when his every word causes your pussy to squeeze around him.

Whispering, “Feel me in there princess?” To you so softly as he rolls his hips into you, his cock bottoming you out completely and making your jaw drop.

Your folds were spread so lewdly around his girthy cock, length searing against your slick walls and leading him to groan into your ear.

“Yeahhh-,” You answer your boyfriend as best as you can, eyes flickering shut as he draws his hips back and pushes forward slowly, “Fuck you’re so deep.”

“Mhmm,” Geto hums steadily. Then he kisses your neck again and thrusts forward harshly, earning a filthy squelch from your cunt, “Your pussy’s so fuckin’ loud, shit…” He huffs.

You just lay there and pant as he ruts his heavy cock in and out of you, filthy words causing your core to burn with arousal, “Hahh, Sugu…”

“Listen t’her,” He coos, smiling against your ear, “Hear how sloppy she is f’me?”

All you can do is nod, “Mhmm.”

Geto lets out a heavy groan and his hips snap into you— your body would’ve jerked and you probably would’ve fallen over if not for the steel hold he had on your leg.

“Words, baby, wanna hear your voice,” He huffed against you, tone a bit lighter than he intended it to be.

“Yes, Suguru,” You answer correctly, a bit of drool escaping the corner of your mouth as his pace picks up.

Your whiney voice makes his cock ache inside you, tip leaky against your cervix as he knocks into you, “Yeahhhh… fuck, keep sayin’ my name,” Geto encourages.

Your jaw goes a bit slack, “Suguuu…”

“Right here, princess,” A soft pair of lips press against your ear as he fucks deeper into you, “M’right here.”

“Aahhh, mmgh-, S’guru,” You slur out, feeling him thrust almost desperately inside you as if to invoke more cries of his name.

And maybe that was why he got a little rough because then he’s angling his head down to your neck, then your shoulder, kissing you so softly despite the constant clash of his hips against you.

“Y’know…” Geto licks your shoulder before sucking on the exposed area, “My name would look s’pretty right here,” He murmurs.

Your brows twist up a bit, “Hmm?”

“On your shoulder-, fuck…” That curve of his angles somewhere inside you that makes your vision blur for a second, “Could’ stare at it while I fuck you like this.” Geto explains with a sudden smile growing on his face.

“Yeah? Y’want me to get your name tatted on me?” You pant out, lips parting and pretty moans spilling more freely.

“Fuuuuck, please,” Geto begs, nearly cumming at the thought of his name on you.

“Mmh, I’ll think about it Sugu.” You whisper in response. That earns a sloppier thrust of his hips, cock rubbing against your gummy walls widely as your words excite him.

“Yeah? Really?” He asks, excitement embedded into his words.

You nod, “Mhm.”

“Shit,” He nearly whines, “Thank you princess.”

Just as those words leave him, his mouth is moving to mark the area he’s envisioning his name, lips cupping over your shoulder as he sucks on your skin and his cock practically rearranges your insides.

“Uhuh, anythin’ for you Sugu,” You moan, a hand of yours moving to hold onto the nearby bedsheet and brave yourself.

Geto groans deeply against you, the sound coming from deep within, “Fuuuck, don’t say that… y’re gonna make me cum.”

You just flash a slightly-fucked out smile, “Go ahead.”

“Yeahhh, m’about to….” He chuckles, planting one last kiss yo your shoulder, “You’re gettin’ that tat’ later today f’me, okay?”

All you can hum out is a quiet little, “M’kay…” In agreement before he’s fucking his cum into you, whispering your name into your skin as his eyes roll back.

You’re all his and he wants everyone to know that.

★ Toji Fushiguro — nipple piercings

He swears they’d be the sexiest thing on you.

The thought came about as he watched you walk around his apartment with no bra one morning, cock springing up at the slightest imagination of some pretty jewelry poking out against your thin shirt.

Sure, Toji loved your tits just as they were but thinking about nipple piercings on you just makes his head spin.

Which is why when you find yourself bouncing on his cock later that night, his lips are latched to your nipples and he’s messily sucking on them with those lustful green eyes up on your face.

Pussy dripping all over the damn place as you’d already made plenty of messes on him thus far— Toji’s drunk off you and his cock won’t go down even after the numerous orgasms he’s had.

His tongue lulls over your nipple as he suckles it into his mouth, free hand busy groping your other tit messily while he groans against you. Toji’s always had a thing for your tits but today he was more eager for them than normal.

Your jaw was slack and you couldn’t understand what was up with him today, slightly cockdrunk and unable to stop the steady rock of your hips as his cock stretched you open so dizzyingly. Your thighs were a bit sore from how long you’d been on top of him but that wasn’t gonna stop you anytime soon.

Especially not when Toji’s mouth pops off of you and his tongue hands out as he looks at you, “Fuck, y’re goin’ too fuckin’ slow.”

You frown at the man, “Huh? No m’not…”

Toji scoffs and leans back a little, “Yeah y’are,” He huffs, raising a brow at your slow pace, “I know you can fuck me better than this.”

“I can, but I don’t want to,” You explain to the man, confused about how he seems to have lost track of how long you’ve been on his dick, “M’tired, Toji.”

“M’tired Toji,” He mocks patronizingly, “Y’weren’t tired when you crawled on top of me beggin’ for dick.” He huffs out, rolling your perky nipples in between his fingers as you rock your hips back and forth.

“That was three hours ago,” You gasp, cunt gripping onto his shaft as you lift yourself ever so slightly just to ease back down even slower.

Toji shakes his head a little, “Yeah well, don’t stop now.”

Your eyes narrow at your, currently annoying, boyfriend, “And you’re the one that wouldn’t stop touchin’ me today.”

He cocks his head to the side and one of his hands drops, snaking around your body to grab a tight hold on your ass, “Can’t touch my girl now?” Toji scoffs.

“You can but-, mmh!” You hum as he smacks your ass, “Y-You’ve been gropin’ my breasts all day ‘nd they’re gettin’ sore…”

“Can’t help it, doll,” He shrugs so casually as if your tits aren’t covered in hickeys and markings from his rough hands, “Thought about you gettin’ nipple piercings ‘nd now I can’t unsee ‘em.”

Your eyes widen at that. Then you almost laugh, “Oh hell no.”

Toji’s baffled by your response, brows furrowing as your hips come to a stop and your pussy twitches around him, “Excuse me?” He questions.

“You heard me. You can barely keep your hands off me now,” Your eyes roll as you explain yourself, “Why would I get nipple piercings for you?”

Twisting his face up slightly at your cunt sucking the soul out of him despite your lack of movement, “Cause’ they’d be sexy, y’fuckin’ brat.” Toji huffs out.

You scoff, “Well, unless y’re payin’, I’m not gettin’ shit-“

Toji shifts around beneath you, pressing his hips up into you and causing his cock to jerk deeper inside you. Your eyes flicker back because he’s so damn thick and you can never really handle him properly.

“Yes, you are,” He tells you with a slight smile tugging at the corner of his scared lips.

You scoff and roll your eyes, “No m’not.”

Toji, not a big fan of the attitude this has brought on, shakes his head, “Yes the fuck you are,” He tells you.

The two of you glare at one another, as if both of you aren’t equally fucked out and panting after having sex for so long.

Toji carefully leans up and toward you, his face nearing yours before you start leaning back as if to escape him. Then, he wraps one of his big arms around your waist and tugs your torso toward him, your chest pressing into his.

The eye contact was intense and his cock was aching inside you. You try to keep the stare up but he sneaks a hand in between you two and his thumb suddenly flicks over your clit, making you moan and break the eye contact.

“Fuck, you get on my nerves,” You whine as your stern expression sinks into something pleased.

“Mhm,” Toji grunts, “I know. Tha’s why you love me.”

Your upper lip twitches, “Whatever.”

“Don’t whatever me, watch y’fuckin’ mouth,” He warns, face once again nearing yours and his lips brushing over your skin.

There’s a throb in your cunt at his little warning and challenging Toji is something you find yourself enjoying all too much. Which is why you breathe out a simple, “Or what?” To him.

And then he’s flipping you over. His bulky frame looms over yours before he shoves his swollen cock into your sloppy hole, earning a loud moan from you.

“Done’ lost ya’ damn mind, huh?” Toji groans as he quickly starts beating his angry cock into you at a merciless pace, heavy balls smacking against you and harsh thrusts echoing throughout the room.

Your jaw hangs open and you’re pretty sure you came around his dick just now, “Ahh, T-Toji-, fuck,” You flash a fucked out little smile, “Was’ jus’ jokin’….”

His hands are forcing your thighs apart, fingers digging into your flesh as your body had been folded exactly how he wanted you.

“Jokin’ my ass,” He huffs out, thrusts growing heavier and heavier as he fucked you down into the mattress, “First y’told me I can’t touch ya’, then you wouldn’t even consider gettin’ a piercin’ for me and now, you forgot how to fuckin’ talk t’me,” Toji says to you, cockhead pounding into your tight cunt and quickly getting smothered in your release.

“M-M’sorryyy,” You whine, “I-, a-ah, I just…” Your words fall off your tongue as he fucks you stupid, thoughts jumbling and drool slipping out of your mouth.

“You just what? Hm?” Toji huffs, brows pinching together, “Get it out.”

Your eyes just barely meet his and tears coat your gaze, “Like’ fuckin’ with you-, hahh, y’know that, Toji,” You explain in a light whine.

“Yeah?” He almost smiles at you, “Y’like pissin’ me off, huh?”

“Uhuh,” You nod desperately.

He groans, “Why?”

“Like’ the way you fuck me when y’re angry,” You breathe out, body jerking with his constant and unforgiving thrusts.

“Yeah?” His head tips to the side, “Y’like when m’rough with ya’, huh?”

“Mhm,” You hum quietly, eye contact intense once again as he watches how your eyes cross slightly.

“S’that why your pussy’s droolin’ ‘round me right now?” Toji asks, pressing down on your body and feeling your gushy walls slick up his cock so sloppily.

All you can do is pant and nod in response, “Uhuhhh…”

“Use ya’ fuckin’ words. Y’had so much shit t’say before so don’t stop now,” Your boyfriend scoffs at you, glaring at your teary eyes as he fucks you through yet another orgasm.

Your legs and your lower lips were quivering, tears pricking the corner of your eyes, “Y-Yeahh-, yes Toji.”

“Mmhmm, that’s what the fuck I thought. Now,” His face inclines down to yours, “You gonna get that piercin’ f’me or not?”

“I am,” You whisper.

His lips graze yours and his cock twitches, “You are?”

“Yeahhh,” You hum against him.

Then he’s nodding slightly and grunting a quiet, “Good.” Into your mouth, tongue pushing in afterward as he swallows up your moans.

★ Gojo Satoru — a tongue piercing

Gojo can barely handle your mouth as is sometimes but when he earlier passed by a body artistry place, spotting some lady getting her tongue pierced— he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be down to get one.

And then later that day the thought returns to his mind as he watches your pretty pink tongue swirl around the tip of his hard cock.

“Hey babyy I have a question,” Gojo smiles down at you innocently, legs spread nice and wide for you as you suck on his flushed pink tip.

Your eyes bat up at your boyfriend, lips popping off of him before you let out a sigh, “Hm?” You hum, hands moving to jerk him off slowly.

His cock was smothered in saliva and precum, a messy mix that you stroked against him in quick pulls and earned a heavy pant from him.

“You ever uh,” His eyes narrow at your hand sliding up and down his lengthy dick, “E-Ever thought about gettin’ a tongue piercing?”

You smile at his question before sticking your tongue out and moving to tap the tip of his cock on it. Gojo stifles a moan as you tease him and his body twitches when you lather his cockhead up with spit.

“No,” You whisper, tilting your head as you then roll your tongue around him again, “Why?”

“Cause… I just uhm,” Gojo’s thoughts stutter for a second as you maintain casual eye contact and wrap your lips around his dick, sucking on only his tip whilst your hand handles the rest.

He goes quiet for a moment, safe for the slight groans leaving his lips, as he watches you. You blink a few times trying to get him to continue what he was saying but when Gojo just stares at you sucking him off, you remove your mouth from him.

“You just uhm….?” You question teasingly, smiling up at him.

He sighs, “Sorry, I uh, I think it’d feel-, look nice on you,” Gojo explains, nearly slipping up and revealing why he really wanted you to get that piercing.

You tilt your head a little before kissing his tip, “You think it’d look nice on me, huh?”

Gojo nods his head, “Yeahh…”

“Sure you don’t want me to get a tongue piercing for any other reason,” You ask as your head angles to the side and your tongue lulls out of your mouth to lather him up with more salvia.

His brows push together at the sight of you teasing him so messily— enamored by your sloppy mouth and how much you taunt him.

“Y-Yeah m’sure,” Gojo hums, “I mean…. What uh-,” You start taking him into your mouth again, suckling more inches down into your throat, “W-What other reason would I ha-, hahh, have?” He stutters.

“Mmmh,” You hum against him before moving your hand, taking his cock all the way down your throat and licking the underside of his shaft.

“S-Shit,” Gojo hisses, “Guess it’s hard f’you to talk when you’ve got a throat full of cock, huh?” He says in almost one breath, bringing a heavy hand to the top of your head and patting you lightly.

Your lips simmer against his base as you keep him deep in your throat for a moment, your gaze still locked on his and giving the man chills at how good you’d become at such a thing.

Gojo starts moving a bit— extending his leg for a second just to bring it back into place moments later, leaning back just to lean forward again, abs tensing… You had him all jittery and he forgot how to keep still.

“How long are y’gonna k-keep me in your throat like that? Fuck-, you’re gonna make me cum,” He huffs out with fully tensed brows, hips shifting slightly.

You slowly pull your mouth up and off of his cock, a thick string of saliva hanging from your tongue as you do so. “Toru, you can barely handle my tongue as is…” You say softly.

Gojo scoffs, “Tha’s not true.”

Your hand starts slipping up and down his cock again, the messy shlick sound following your movements and making you grin, “You already came in my mouth twice.”

“S-So?” He huffs, rosy lower lip poking out into a pout.

You giggle, “It’s barely been fifteen minutes.”

“Okay well, s’not my fault you know what you’re doin’,” Gojo results in saying. He had no other argument for you, not after being sucked off so good by you— of course he came in the first five minutes, you know all his sensitive spots.

Smiling up at your boyfriend, you angle his tip toward your mouth again and your lips graze him as you speak low in a whisper, “But it is your fault though,” You tease, “You’re the one who spent night after night fucking my throat so I could get used to you…”

“Shut up,” Gojo huffs out as he turns to the side.

Opening your mouth and taking your hands off of him completely, your palms press down into the floor and your back arches a bit as you lean forward, “Shut me up, c’mon.”

Gojo grumbles something under his breath before he moves to stand up, his hand angling your head a bit so you can comfortably look up at him.

“Promise you’ll get that piecing f’me,” Gojo says as he tips his head to the side.

You nod, “S’long as you put another load in my mouth, yeah.”

Oh he nearly came at that sentence alone. His dirty talk had rubbed off on you significantly and he loved every second of it, smiling down at you as he nods and pushes his cock into your mouth.

“Fuck, your mouth’s gettin’ filthier than mine,“ Gojo comments as his hips ease forward.

You suck him in with no problem, his dick slipping down into your mouth perfectly as you soon close your throat around his lengthy cock, making him grunt in surprise.

“S’tight,” He huffs, “Jus’ imagine this with some metal on your tongue, pretty,” Gojo starts smiling to himself at the thought, working up a steady pace as he thrusts in and out of your mouth.

You purposefully flatten your tongue on his cock as he pulls out and spit messily collects at his tip, to which he moans as you slurp it off of him and whirl your tongue around.

Tipping his head back slightly, “Yeahhhh,” Gojo gasps, spreading his legs a bit as he starts rutting into your mouth, “And hey… maybe I’ll get a matchin’ one so you can feel good too.”

You whine around him at the thought and your thighs are quick to press together. The motion doesn’t go unnoticed and Gojo chuckles.

“Y’want that, baby? Wanna get matchin’ piercings?” He suggests with a toothy grin on his face.

You nod, eyes pleading and mouth full of him, humming a quick, “Mhmm,” Against him as you do so.

His dick twitches inside you and he heaves out a heavy breath, “Alright, let’s go right after this then.”

★ Ryomen Sukuna — a spine tattoo

If he has a body full of tattoos, why can’t you? And what better place for one to be than trailing down your spine?

Naturally, this thought comes about in the man’s head while he’s got your face pressed down into the mattress, ass up in the air for him and his cock shoved all too deep inside your overstimulated pussy.

If he’s not staring at your ass while he fucks you from behind then Sukuna’s always staring at that spine of yours.

The way it curves into that perfect arch for him— he can’t help but wonder what dark ink would look like trailing along the area. Thoughts of how he’d trace his fingers along a tattoo if it were there come to his mind and he smiles at how he’d probably end up tuning out your cries just because he’s too focused on reading your tattoo.

And he just knows he’d tease you about it, pretending not to know what the tattoo signifies and asking you questions about it just to hear your broken explanations.

Sukuna did enjoy forcing you to talk during sex anyway so, a tattoo would be the perfect topic of conversation. But first, he has to convince-, order you to get one.

“S’kunaa,” Your muffled voice would hit his ears so suddenly, his hands latched onto your hips so tightly that he was leaving marks.

The man hadn’t realized how lost in his thoughts he was, having nearly fucked you down into the bed completely. “What?” Sukuna huffs out in response to the meek call of his name.

You pant and pant into the sheets, drool collected so messily below your face as your wet lashes flutter open, “Y-You stopped, hnngh… t-talking,” You breathe out, catching him slightly off guard.

Sukuna smirks at you, his lovely fiancée, “Did I?” He coos, cock still stretching you open and stuffing you nice and full despite his sudden lack of words.

He’s always talkative during sex, whether he likes to admit that or not— he’d tease you non-stop, dirty talk you until you physically couldn’t take it anymore, and became nothing more than a squirting mess on his throbbing cock.

“Uhuh…” You mumbles out, fingers curling into the bedsheets as you sniffle lightly.

Of course he’d already fucked you to tears. When did he not?

“S’that a problem?” Sukuna asks as he leans over a bit, quickly finding your hand and placing his much larger one on top of it, fingers intertwining slightly as he presses your hand further down.

“N-No… but… mmh,” You moan as his hips slow against you, rolling his fat cock deep inside your cunt and making your words leave in a mere whisper, “I like hearin’ you…”

Sukuna weighs his body into you a bit more, thick tip throbbing against your cervix, “Hm? Speak up.” He orders, despite hearing you just fine.

“I l-like hearin’ your voice ‘Kuna,” You breathe out, lifting your head slightly off of the mattress and angling it so that you could meet his fiery gaze.

“Yeah?” He asks, that wide and sexy smile of his taking over his sweaty features.

Your heart just swells at the sight and you nod thoughtlessly, “Uhuh.”

Sukuna resists the faint urge to press his lips into your messy wet ones, his eyes narrowing at the sight of them open and practically inviting him in. “Why?” He questions.

“C-Cause’ you… hahhh,” You pant as he leans up again, hand leaving yours and moving to your ass, “Your words are so-, mmh!” A hum escapes you as he slaps your ass harshly, leaving yet another mark on you, and smiling down at the sight.

Your cunt was stretched lewdly around his base, sucking every inch of him so deliciously that he could hardly take his eyes away from the sight, “So what? Get it out, c’mon,” Sukuna encouraged, thrusting his hips forward just to watch the way your body jerks and then bounces back onto him.

“Filthy.” You gasp, back arching impossibly further and pussy taking him in deeper.

“Well,” Sukuna scoffs, “How can they not be. Pussy’s back here talkin’ dirty t’me so I talk back,” He explains casually as his rough pace with you returns, “What’s the problem?”

Your jaw drops a bit and your eyes flicker to the back of your skull, “N-Nothing-, ah, m-mmgh….” You moan in between your words as his thrusting distracts you from speaking properly, “I like it.”

He smiles at that, “Yeah? Y’like it? Like it when I tell you how this pussy gets so fuckin’ sloppy f’me?” Sukuna huffs out instantly, your cunt squelching around him so obscenely that it makes him groan.

Your mess was all over the damn place— coating his thighs, your thighs, the bed below-, just everywhere. “Uhuh…” You babble out in response, dropping your head back down into the bed.

“…How she cries f’me, sucks me in deep, and takes my cock so well,” Sukuna continues, his every word coming out with that low raspy pitched voice of his that just makes your stomach flip and churn in arousal.

“Fuu-uck,” You whimper amid his heavy pounding, cockhead unforgiving inside you as he never once slows.

Your body naturally tries pulling away from him and you attempt to crawl away ever so slightly just for a moment's rest.

“Stop that, don’t run from me now,” Sukuna hums before leaning all the way down to your ear, “Thought’ you liked it when I talked t’you?” He whispers, feeling how your walls grip onto him so suddenly due to how close he’d gotten.

You pout, “Y-You’re too close-, fuck.” You explain to him.

That earns a scoff, “Tell me somethin’, slut of mine…”

“H-Hm?” You hum oh so obediently.

Sukuna’s lips press into your ear and a hand snakes under your body, fingers pinching your clit as he questions you, “Who’s pussy is this?”

“Fuck-, I-, ahh… Kuna…” You whine, legs attempting to close on him for a moment, “S’yours ‘Kuna.”

His veiny cock twitches inside you at your response and he grunts against you, “Right, so who the fuck are you to tell me I’m too close, huh?” Sukuna asks, thrusts picking up in speed and practically knocking the air out of your lungs.

All you could do was gasp out a little, “I-“ Only to be cut off seconds later.

“Cock has you actin’ stupid it seems,” Sukuna growls into your ear, leaning away afterward and moving both hands to the arch of your back and pressing you down.

“M’sorry.” You gasp, “S’kuna-, p-please, m’sorry,” Your mouth hangs open as desperate pleas and apologies pour out of your mouth.

Sukuna ignores you at first, fingers digging into your skin as he fucks his dick in and out of you. Cock splitting you open over and over and over until you’re crying for him again, grunts and slight groans leaving his throat as he does so.

It’s only when your legs are quivering for the nth time that night that he smiles to himself “It’s okay, you’ll make it up t’me,” Sukuna finally tells you.

Your brows push together and you look back over your shoulder, “H-Huh?”

His eyes meet yours, “You’re gonna get a tattoo f’me.”

“What?” You gasp at his sudden revelation, realizing that’s probably what had him distracted earlier on.

Sukuna shifts to trail his nail down your spine, “Riiiight along here,” He explains, his soft touch giving you chills.

Excitement coats your gaze and he doesn’t miss that light glint in your eyes as you gasp, “R-Really?”

“Yeahhh,” Sukuna can’t help but smile mischievously, finding you oh so pretty with your face all fucked out, “How’s that sound?” He asks. Though, you and he both know you’d get that tattoo no matter what.

“Sounds good.” You huff out in one breath, earning a sloppy thrust of his hips, tip dripping along your walls the more he thinks about it.

“It better,” Sukuna says before moving his hand to your jaw and lifting your face to him, “Now, tell me you love me,” He whispers.

He always did this when he was about to cum, rarely ever saying it back to you but still enjoying the way you tell him such an affectionate claim anyway.

“I love you ‘Kuna,” You whine out to your fiancé, whose dick throbs inside you at your words.

Sukuna’s lips near yours and his other arm wrap around your body, holding you close to him, “Such a good girl f’me, say it again,” He whispers.

“I love you.” You moan, watching how his brows tense and feeling him cum inside you seconds after that claim leaves your lips.And instead of saying it back, he finally presses his lips into yours, mumbling something about how you’re all his and how you’re so good for him.

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sweetfcwn · 4 months ago

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Hiiii! Saw that you are taking requests so I was thinking about honeymoon with George? Definitely fluffy maybe a lil smutty? Thanks in advance lovely <3

honeymoon heat - george clarke

i haven't written much smut so i wrote this to the best of my abilities! i hope you enjoy!!!

the morning air was thick with warmth, the scent of salt and citrus drifting in through the open balcony doors. white linen curtains fluttered lazily in the breeze, sunlight spilling across the sheets, across you, across him.

you stirred, the weight of an arm draped over your waist grounding you before you were even fully awake. the heat of his body pressed against your back, solid, familiar, his.

a slow, lazy smile curled at your lips as george shifted behind you, his lips brushing the bare curve of your shoulder. “you’re up early,” he murmured, voice low, thick with sleep.

you hummed. “so are you.”

“couldn’t help it,” he said, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your skin. “woke up to this.” his hand slid over your waist, fingertips pressing just hard enough to make you shiver.

you bit your lip, rolling onto your back, eyes meeting his—dark, heavy-lidded, full of something that made your stomach tighten.

george smirked, fingers brushing over your ribs, slow and teasing. “you’re blushing.”

“am not.”

his thumb traced the flushed skin just above your chest, feather-light. “liar.”

you sucked in a breath, but george was already leaning in, already pressing his lips to yours, slow and deep and just the slightest bit desperate.

your fingers found his hair, tugging him closer, and he sighed against your mouth, his body shifting over yours.

the weight of him, the warmth, the feeling of his hands sliding down, of his mouth trailing lower—god.

you gasped as his lips found the delicate spot below your jaw, his teeth grazing, tongue soothing. “george—”

“hmm?” he hummed against your skin, not stopping, not even close to stopping.

your breath hitched as he moved lower, his hands gripping your waist, his mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your body like he was memorising every inch.

your head tipped back against the pillows, fingers tangling in the sheets as george laughed softly against your skin, clearly enjoying himself.

“you’re so smug,” you breathed, arching into his touch.

“and you love it.”

you wanted to argue, but then his hands tightened on your hips, his mouth dragging lower, and any coherent thought you had vanished.

the sunlight danced across the walls, the sea breeze curled around them, but in this moment, there was only him.

only the way his voice dropped to a whisper against your skin.

only the way he moved like he had all the time in the world to unravel you.

and by the time you pulled him back up, fingers gripping his shoulders, breathless and flushed beneath him, george just smirked.

he pressed a final, lingering kiss to your skin before lifting his head, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing whisper.

“you’re never getting rid of me, you know that?”

you let out a breathless laugh, fingers threading through his hair. “wouldn’t dream of it.”

george smirked, his thumb tracing slow circles on your hip. “good. because i plan on keeping you here all morning.”

you arched a brow, lips curving. “just the morning?”

his grin widened. “let’s see how long you last before you’re the one begging to stay.”

you rolled your eyes, but when he kissed you again—slow and deep, like you had all the time in the world—you thought maybe, just maybe, he had a point.

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monster-disaster · 1 year ago

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[tentacle] Monster in the hospital

tentacle!monster x human!male!Reader Good to know: porn without plot Summary: You are well taken care of in the hospital.

Long shadows stretch away from the cold hue of the lamps filtering through the half-open door. Under the pale illumination of the lights, the room seems even more barren than usual.

"Mr. Y/L/N?" The mention of your name pulls your attention away from the sterile white walls and the dark screen of the small TV in front of you. "Yes?" Your voice is hoarse from being silent for so long. "Everything is alright?" The nurse asks, standing at the door. "Do you need anything?" "No," you reply. "I'm fine. Thank you." "Try to sleep," she says. "You need rest."

You nod without speaking, and she leaves with the soft click of the door as she closes it behind herself. Now, the only light you get is from the streetlamp not far from the window outside. Your eyes linger on the clean glass and the dark sky above Meriad. The traffic around the hospital is muffled and slow. Your room feels too quiet without the soft buzz of the equipment and the quiet conversations coming from the corridor.

You are lying in the bed with pillows plumped under your head. The white sheet is crisp, and the thin blanket hides the ugly, freshly washed hospital gown you wear. A slight grimace pulls on your face at the thought. You don't want to know how many times you flashed your bare butt just today.

It's almost midnight, but you can't sleep. You slept more than enough for the last two days since you got into the hospital because of your migraine. There is something impatient and restless in your muscles as you fidget and adjust your position every few minutes. You want to go for a walk. You want to go outside and get some fresh air to get rid of the scent of chemicals.

The sudden movement under your bed makes you grab onto the edges of the hard mattress. It pulls you out of your thoughts as you look around, surprised at the sight of long tentacles emerging around you. The light pink limbs almost look comical in the too-sterile, too-clean and too-barren environment.

"Hello," you break the silence a bit awkwardly. "Uh-"

You want to sit up, but two tentacles stop you by your shoulders before you can move. They are gentle but firm, keeping you in place.

"Oh," you exhale, relaxing back onto the mattress while remaining fixated on the monster. The pink skin looks soft and smooth under the dim lights, and you can see the muscles working without pause. The tentacles move slowly and lazily as they get closer and closer, slipping under the blanket covering you.

Even though you expect it, you still jump with surprise when they reach your bare legs. Two limbs curl around your ankles, pulling them apart slightly. Your heart flutters in your chest with excited anticipation as you watch the moving bulges under the cover. Another two tentacles glide up on your shins, tickling the hair on your skin and caressing the insides of your thighs. Your cock jerks at the teasing touch, and something tight and warm gathers in your lower belly. Your fingers tighten on the edge of the bed, and your nails dig into the mattress.

The air leaves your lips in a sharp gasp.

The monster's touch is cool and surprisingly slick around the base of your cock as you lay still with your half-hard length between your thighs. The tentacle squeezes you teasingly, making your blood rush down to your lower body to the point you feel dizzy and lightheaded. The tentacle squeezes you teasingly, stroking up on your shaft until your cock is hard and pre-cum drips from the tip. You shudder and sigh at the feeling. The tentacle smears the pearly liquid all over your shaft, making its own stroking motion smoother and easier on your length. Your cock jerks and twitches in its hold, pointing upwards under the thin blanket. The tip of the limp circles around the crown, caressing the sensitive skin there. You can feel the muscles moving and working around your erection while you can do nothing but twitch and jerk in its grasp.

"Fuck," you pant into the quiet room. The dim light filtering through the window glides over your sweat-covered skin. Your lower body moves on its own accord. Your heels dig into the mattress as your hips thrust up, chasing every sensation and pleasure you can get from the monster.

With a trembling hand, you grab the edge of the cover to pull it off your body. A relieved sigh leaves your chest when the cold air runs over your heated skin before a moan escapes your lips at the sight of yourself in the grip of the long, pink tentacles. The hard cords of your legs are tense and still look so fragile compared to the thick limbs. Your eyelids are heavy as you force yourself to keep your eyes open. You stare at the tentacle around your cock, milking you from the base to the wet tip.

"Fuck," you groan again, letting your back arch up from the bed as your chest heaves. Like a raw nerve, you twitch and tense at every touch and firm caress.

"Fuckfuckfuck!" Your voice is breathless and high as you moan. Pleasure strikes through your body when another tentacle appears between your thighs. It slips under your cock, licking over your balls. The touch is slick and sudden. White hot pleasure bursts under your eyelids, making you tingle all over to the point you forget how to breathe.

The tentacles tighten their hold on you to keep you in place before you trash and shake yourself off the bed, but you barely notice it. The monster works on your cock and balls in sync, chasing you to your orgasm with rapid speed. Convulsions seize your thighs, and your abs clench painfully so. You look and sound desperate as you fuck the tentacle around your length. Every nerve and fiber in your body is fixed on the sensations that drive you mad with pleasure and need. The monster dominates you without a sound and plays on you like it would on an instrument.

Your mind goes blank when your orgasm strikes through your nervous system like a jolt of electricity. It makes your muscles tense and takes your breath away for long seconds. Your lungs burn, and maybe even your heart stops beating. Your cock erupts, and rapid bursts of cum shoot all over you and the tentacles. When your orgasm ends, and your body finally goes limp on the bed, you and the monster are soaked in your semen.

You are drained and spent with no thoughts in your head.

You fall asleep within seconds while the tentacles let you go, clean you up, and cover you in the blanket while the night goes on in the sterile walls of the hospital.

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neuvilette-tea-party · 12 days ago

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˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡Juste une goutte de toi♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

Steb x F!reader

Your fiancé warns you about your upcoming periods, but the pain doesn't go away. What to do?

Tags: established relationship, Fluff, smut, Steb is selectively non-verbal, Period blood, Cunni, Steb is pussy drunk and a little bit unhinged

You grumble as something is shaking your shoulder gently, waking you up.

"Mmmmh... nooo. Sleepy..." You protest burying yourself under the cover, already dozing back to sleep.

The hand shakes you harsher, forcing you to open your eyes this time. You meet Steb’s eyes, looking at you with a grave expression.

"...What? Is there a fire or something?" You ask, yawning.

He takes a box and hands it to you.

Pads

You look back at him with sleepy eyes.

"...What?"

You grab the cover to take it off you and discover a crime scene in the sheets.

"Fucking..."

You grab the box and new panties and head to the bathroom, feeling the disgusting sensation of wet, warm fabric against your skin. You get rid of your soiled shorts and panties with a sigh.

You feel stomach pain igniting in your guts.

Wonderful...

Steb knocks on the door to hand you a clean pair of pajama shorts.

"How did you know?" You ask, putting the pad on the panties.

He taps his nose with this fingertip.

"Urgh..."

While you put on your new clothes, Steb opens the cabinet to take a glass that he fills with water and drops a pain killer in it. You finish dressing while the medicine dissolves. You drink it slowly, sitting on the toilet while you hear Steb doing something in the bedroom.

When you exit the bathroom, you discover him changing the sheets of the bed, dropping the soiled ones in a large basin, and taking them down to the laundry room.

You follow him, grumbling, to enter the kitchen and eat some chocolate. He reappears with a heatable plushie that he puts in the microwave.

He signs if you are okay.

"Been better..." You admit with low shoulders.

He winces, taking you in his arms to hug you gently. He caresses your hair slowly, pressing you against him to soothe you, purring lowly.

When you hear the 'ting' of the microwave, he takes it out and presses it on your tummy delicately. You grab it with relief.

Steb guides you up the stairs, circling your shoulders lovingly. You enter the bed with a sigh of relief, and he presses himself tightly behind you as the large spoon, protecting you with his own body.

Soon enough, his purr resonates in the bedroom as he burrows his nose in your hair, holding you tight like his most precious treasure.

You sigh, finally relaxing a bit under all his attentions and caresses.

Loved and cherished.

You feel his fingertips drawing circles on your Venus mound gently, like he was giving a tender massage. You hum in appreciation, snuggling against him a bit more and inadvertently brushing your ass against his groin and

You feel something hard

And hot

“Steb?” You ask in the cover of the darkness.

He hums in return, the tip of his fingers slipping right under the hem of your panties, caressing the edges of your pubes with the starting notes of a purr.

Your muscles contract under his caresses and he presses himself tighter against your back, brushing his loins against your ass. He kisses the back of your neck, burying his nose in your hair with a sigh of satisfaction before parting from you.

“Steb?” You call once more, wondering where he’s going like that.

Surely taking a cold shower to cool down his rushing mind right now.

But instead he crawl over you, pulling on the cover to reveal your body to his eyes. You look at him curiously, wondering what he has in mind right now.

Steb never was undelicate to ask for sex during your period, he knows penetration is painful for you, and your well-being and comfort are his first priorities.

But yet here he is, painfully hard above you.

He signs that he can help with the pain and sore muscles, if you would allow him.

“What do you want to do, really?” You ask, squinting at your fiance.

He grins and opens his fingers in a V shape, and sticks his tongue out between them.

“Oh...” You realize, your heart beating a little bit faster at that obscene idea, “But the blood...?”

He grins and boops your nose before pecking your lips playfully.

He recently read that an orgasm can greatly ease the period pains and sore muscles, and he is quite excited to test that theory on you.

You think about it. You are usually so grossed out and just too tired to touch yourself during your periods, so that idea never crossed your mind before.

Again, he asks if he has your consent to proceed.

“Are you sure you don’t mind the blood?” You insist, unsure if you want to impose that to your dearly beloved.

He chuckles and reminds you that he is a medic and more than anything else: a Vastaya. He is well accustomed to blood and is not afraid to have some on his tongue.

He kisses the tip of your nose, the tip of your lips, your chin, your neck, your collarbone... Slowly, he goes down and down on your body, kissing it like the holiest relic of his religion, the purr getting deeper and deeper.

He looms over your tummy that he licks with glee, fondling your sides with his large hands, caressing your hips with his thumbs. He fondles your Venus mound with his lips properly, giving it all the love it deserves, as the nest of your future child.

Or children, as he often fantasizes himself the father of several babies. But that is for another time...

He hooks the hem of your shorts and your panties and slides them down your legs, revealing your bare pussy to his ocean eyes. By reflex, you press your thighs close together. He walks his fingers from your ankle to your knee, sliding them in between to open them for him.

You whine due to the cold air of the bedroom on your exposed cunny as his hands travel toward your inner thighs tenderly. You take a deep breath, feeling your muscles contracting painfully with your periods. Steb licks your skin and nibbles it lovingly, leaving hickeys here and there.

Muah! Muah! Muah! Muah!

He stops to admire your bare cunt before him and blows on it playfully, making you whine. He approaches his face to it and deeply inhales your scent as he dives his nose into your pubes, letting escape a deep, rumbly groan out from his chest.

He kisses your slit tenderly with a purr before taking a sloppy lick making you shudder dramatically.

“Oh fu-” You gasp as he honors your body like he would pray his godess.

You bite into your finger as he licks and tastes everything you have to offer, body and blood.

He was dead serious earlier, he is not affraid of blood to suck and drink it like that. You feel his lips wrapping like a vacuum around your tight ring of flesh and hoovering everything, sipping on your blood like he would a mocktail.

You feel him tracing your slit up and down repeatedly with the tip of his tongue, teasing you until you whine before taking a long lap with the flat of his tongue, soiling it entirely.

He doesn’t seem bothered by it for a second, he even seems...

Happy

Enthusiast

You gasp as he starts whipping your little clit with his tongue, left and right, he slams the tip of his tongue against your pearl like he knows your love.

Steb always was good at pussy eating but he really stepped up his game during your relationship! He went from good to pro in the snap of a finger with how sealed his mouth was to your pussy! You could not detach him from it!

“Oh my... Steb!” You shake and wiggle on the mattress under his loving attentions.

For sole response, his purr peaks into higher notes. He won’t lose time speaking or signing when his mouth needs to work!

Slowly but surely, Steb starts humping the covers on the bed, appeasing his swollen, hard member with some friction while he devotes himself to you at the moment.

Your thighs start to shake around his head, and the tickling of his flapping ears doesn't help, nor the waving of his cheek scales on your inner thighs. They are in such a ticklish spot, your mewls broke down into chuckles from time to time.

Your tight little pussy gorges itself with blood as it releases some, you can feel your inner muscles puffing up and getting fluffy while your vulva gets swollen under his care. Your core awakens pleasantly at his touch, setting fire ablaze in your entrails, demanding more and more, devouring everything in its wake.

Sweat rolls down your goosebumps, the former cold bedroom getting hot and steamy by the second as Steb dines on your pussy with the most application you usually only see when he is operating someone under gunfire.

This is his job as your fiancé, and he is nothing if not a thorough and focused man! He loves a job well done and will give his all no matter the circumstances.

You tremble, listening to the obscenely obsessive wet sounds of love and lust between your thighs. You feel his wet limb caressing and traveling your sex up and down, left and right, crossing and circling your clit like he would suck on a lollipop.

You dive your fingers into his luscious locks of hair to try and ground yourself in reality while he is taking you higher and higher on the arcanas of pleasure.

Oh, what did you do to earn such a wonderful fiancé? You still wonder how you managed to pull him, you of all people.

But here you are,

With a hero of Piltover kneeling between your thighs, eagerly eating you out like it is a competition.

You feel your blood and slick leaking from your cunny, and it does not have the time to roll down your butt, Steb licks it clean instantly, drinking at the fountain of your core.

A dramatic shudder courses through your entire body, and you inadvertently slam your thighs around Steb’s head as he gives you torturous licks, keeping him prisoner and suffocating him.

You you reopen your thighs, but at the second, Steb understands he forces them around his head immediately with his strong grip and locks them in place. You try to pull several times, but they will simply not budge between his palms.

Steb raises his ocean eyes to meet your gaze, demanding you stop moving and keep his head in a lock like he seems to love.

And you just don’t have the energy to fight him off...

You pant under the now aggressive waves of pleasure, setting fire to your nerve endings and contracting your limbs like electricity. He looks at you attentively, detailing your reaction to this or this move, studying the best patterns for you to cum the hardest.

He is very patient, he will study you for hours if he needs to.

He already did. You were left exhausted after so many orgasms, you slept 18 hours straight the next day, to his utmost amusement!

He just loves you so much!

He rolls his eyes into his skull at your taste, his scales waving rhythmically with his deep purr, enjoying his natural predatory instincts with you.

He is no longer just brushing his member into the covers, he is humping it hard, desperate for release, your taste and whines and moans exciting him so, so hard.

A long, deep, and cavernous roar rises from the depths of his chest and echoes in his throat like a feral animal, digging his nails into the meat of your thighs, piercing the skin. But the pain is not that painful, on the contrary, it deepens the sensations in your cunt.

You are wet like a fountain and Steb drinks freely at your southern mouth, wet sounds resonating in the dizzying, steamy room.

He suddenly bites down on your pearl, and you come instantly.

Your pussy suddenly violently contracts, spasming around the void while you squirt in Steb’s mouth, your back arching in a dramatic fashion while you cry out your lover’s name for all your neighbors to hear in the middle of the night.

Steb purrs, lapping your cunt lazily, rolling your pleasure a little longer, accompanying you for your slow descent from orgasm, his mouth and tongue stained with blood

But he looks so satisfied and pleased with himself.

He kisses your cunny one last time and looks at his watch, a satisfied smug grin on his gorgeous face, dripping with bloody slick.

He signs you his new record, all proud of himself.

You remain mute, disheveled, sweaty, tired, and thirsty.

He kisses your thighs and knees tenderly before looking down at you, eyes full of love and warmth, cuddling and pressing his cheek to your legs.

You gulp, trying to adjust your position.

He signs, asking if you feel any better.

You stop

Realizing that you do not feel any more pain, nor sore muscles.

“Wow... I would have never guessed it would be so efficient...” You slowly wrap your head around it.

He nods, satisfied, and signaling you that it will now he his go to treatment before resorting to any medication.

SureMedication is such a plague after all! He needs to monitor your health the best he can!

And he would fail as your fiance if he did not try he best to appease any pain you have!

And because he is a little bit selfish like that...

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neptunes-sol-angel · 11 months ago

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Pile One

Your haters are definitely people that are from your past which could consist of those who you’ve shared a close connection with and a group of individuals that were prominent in your childhood. These people made you discover both the positives and negatives that come with the feeling of being passionate, meaning at some point they made you feel really high about yourself and could have been the reason for one of your moments where you felt really low. You could have had an explosive argument with them or have experienced mounds of anger because they’ve betrayed you in a way that involves using your sensitivities as a way to manipulate you and degrade you. Just a lot of bullying energy here, maybe their goal was to make you feel less significant or capable and alone because of your interests that are considered taboo. They could be dark empaths or people pleasers who aren’t equipped enough to handle conflict without throwing someone, regardless of how close you are with them or how long you’ve known them for, under the bus and could also struggle with finding their own independence and confidence to stand up for those that they were supposed to love or what makes them authentic. I feel like your haters are just sore losers, they don’t know how to accept when they’ve lost. What’s pathetic is that they’ve spent so much time trying to get rid of you because they assumed it would make them superior or elevate them in a social circle. Your haters could show a lot of cowardice in a way that blocks them from being creative or gaining in their career, social network, or reputation.You and your haters could have similar backgrounds but cope very differently. They’re very impatient and could make impulsive and destructive choices for fast rewards that may feel beneficial when they gain them but turn ineffective as fast as when they received it. They’re great at conducting illusions though. At one point you could have seen them as crafty, but they’re a one trick pony. Their method in tearing someone down includes repetitively bringing up the same insults to cover up the fact that they can’t roast or really say anything truly jarring about you so they cling to that one thing to see if it will stick. I don’t even think your words are something that hurts you, it’s the fact that they intend to stoop low is what hurts you. I see several themes of them trying to utilize shame. Shaming you for your quirks is the most obvious but I see a lot of sexual themes too. Your haters could have tried to make you feel as if you were less of the gender that you identify with or they’ve used slut shaming tactics with you which could have been severely traumatizing if you were really young and in school. They’re the type to not have anything else on you so they start making up stuff to again, see it sticks. I feel like you clapback at this by being who they’re not, which is someone that doesn’t care about what others have to say about them. You don’t answer to gossip or let someone convince you that your likes are what will keep you behind, you acknowledge that your likes are what makes you the shit and it shows in how people are positively drawn to you and want to see and hear more from you without you having to wear a mask for people to “like” you. Your haters can’t relate and that’s why they’re upset. You make them even more mad when you’re empowering and accepting yourself while they’re trying to expose you, even if they do it through lies, you’re like “Ok. This is who I am. Now what?” and this is how the tables turn.

What they did to you was a displacement of their own anger towards people they feel lower than which is a lot of people, including you. They got buck with you because they saw your kindness as a weakness and that was their mistake. What makes this pathetic is that they spent so much energy trying to get rid of you just to come back to see if they can have a seat at your table because they see you’re doing big things, that you’re happier without them, and that it’s no fun throwing away genuine people to impress people who don’t care at all about them. As much as they tried to make it seem like you’re invisible, you’re now in their minds rent free. What your haters don’t see coming, is how they’re about to recognize how extremely wrong in not just their actions towards you, but their judgment in how you weren’t going to be supported. It’s going to be very apparent for people in this pile on how much you guys are actually loved. You’re going to realize that the things that you felt like you missed out on in the past, actually never really mattered. Like for an example, you could have desired to “be like the cool kids” or just “normal,” because of the people that made you feel bad, but you’ll learn that your haters are the type to peak in high school or something that doesn’t really amount to anything in life compared to what you’ve been patiently building for yourself. Maybe you don’t see yourself as patient because you get frustrated, however, I see that it’s because you’ve actually always seen the value in yourself but you’ve dealt with people misunderstanding you which is something you’ve learned is out of your control but your anger is geared towards people who react so negatively to what they can’t be patient on or understand. I’m seeing changes with this that can look like reconciliation with family members who correct their behavior towards you instead of trying to control what you want to do with your life or enabling abusive behavior towards you or you could successfully build a community or a name for yourself where people look up to you or find inspiration from you to instill more confidence and self-love towards yourself but also some form of justice that they’re looking for.

The problem with your haters is they’re lost when it comes to finding their own personality and instead of working on that, they’d rather cling onto other people by shadowing them in some way but they still expect to outshine the source which isn’t at all how it works. They could be grifters or have the tendency to copy others or go after your “hand me downs” so that they can feel like they’re on your level. They’re the type to talk down on what you have but in private try to figure out how they can emulate you. Your name is still on their tongue and embedded in their brains long after you parted ways with them because it’s the only way that they can have relevancy. They’re like salt hating on all the other spices. If they spent more time working on their own flavor instead of trying to tear you down for what makes you stand out, then they would finally find themselves instead of making their bland nature everyone else’s problem. They lack seasoning and it shows in how they treat people. Unfortunately you can’t save them from that, so always remember that you don’t have to get even with them, their misery is already turning them every which way but loose.

Pile Two

A wise woman named Beauteuss once said “How do you expect me to chase you? Baby, I’m so coquette cunt”. I feel like this is your energy and why you have your haters UPSET with you. You have a superpower that most people are afraid to step into or fail to acquire and control which is to stand on business. This comes so naturally to you that the bare minimum doesn’t even cross your mind when you interact with people. You could have a strong balance of venusian and martian energy, you’re charming and know how to have your way with others without seeming manipulative because you’re an open book. What you see is what you get, you mean what you say, you’re very honest with how you feel about others, and you’re bravely upfront about what you want. People could envy your love life or the attention that you get. They want to know your secret with how you have people wrapped around your finger. They want to know how you’re able to be in situations where you’re taken care of by people while still having authoritative people in a chokehold. In your haters’ mind, they see their connection with you as a wrestling match that they cannot win. Your haters tend to be people who are in your career field or environments both physical or virtual where there’s a competitive atmosphere. They have big personalities that are threatened by your resistance or nonchalant attitude to submit to anyone. It just seems like what you have when it comes to magnetism or magisterial prestige is the real deal that people around you can’t help but respect it even if they initially tried to overpower you. Their dominance is more of a defense mechanism, or like the equivalent of how animals exaggerate their features to scare away bigger predators. They have to create a facade in order to control the situation or others. They aren’t really secure with their accomplishments or faith in themselves because they can’t handle coexisting with people who have strong personalities.

Regardless of your gender, men see you as a threat because they feel like you’re better than them or that you should know your place. You do know your place and that’s the problem. You don’t allow romance to trick you out of your independence or stay in situations that don’t give you what you deserve or what you seek. You are a vibrant seducer, people tend to be engulfed by how you stimulate their self esteem and sexual desires but they mess up by thinking that you’re something to be possessed. Your lovers can turn into your enemies when they realize that they can’t control you or take you away from you wanting your own things. You could have been in multiple jobs where your boss had this mysterious hostility towards you even if you’re doing what you’re supposed to do and don’t really talk as much. It’s because they see that it’s destined for you to be your own boss and outgrow them in terms of professionalism. For people who think that they can’t relate to this energy because it seems exaggerated, it’s because the main thing that your haters fear about you is your potential which is why you attract people in one-sided competitions with you. You destroy your haters by seeing what they see in you. Some things for people are written in the stars, your haters see you as the kind of person who’s able to manifest luck, success, and specific luxuries based on how confident and appealing you are to others and how well life responds to your beliefs. They could be jealous of how what could be delusional or unrealistic for them comes into fruition in your life. They could actually try to believe that you have a big head until they see for themselves that you have physical evidence that back up your confidence and influence on others. Your haters just see you as a reflection of how feeble they are with wanting more for themselves. Your haters could be older people of the same sex as you because you remind them of what they don’t have anymore or regrets over things that they should have pursued in their youth. They could also be jealous of how sensually desirable you are to people both your age and older. They feel like other people see you as someone who can do no wrong. They want your grit, your ability to get things from others, your beauty, your canniness to destroy anyone who does you wrongly, your assertiveness to stand up for yourself, and your reluctance to settle for anything less. What riles your haters is how you don’t have to beg.

You don’t require anyone else’s permission on when and how you can take time for self care. Your colleagues wish they could be like you when it comes to prioritizing yourself or how you think and act like the job needs you more than you need it. You could have a talent for having multiple streams of income. I’m picking up a lot about platforms on social media or you being in an industry where people who may have more than you secretly admire what you bring to the table, but instead of seeing your gifts as something beneficial, they try to hide you or ignore you as a way to stagnate your growth. But I see that it never works because if you’re in a space where people don’t want to give you any credit, you don’t cry over it or invest more of your labor thinking that things will change, you move onto somewhere else and end up still living up to the purpose that people tried to keep you from reaching. This mindset translates itself to many different areas in your life, especially in love. You don’t chase after people withholding their respect for you and it shows your haters that they have a lot of growing to do and evaluation for toying with power dynamics is not serving them in the way that they think it is. You make your haters question if they truly have any finesse or not by making them overthink their position and credibility in life. You make them consider how they’ve been denying themselves from their inner prowess and how they’ve allowed their past failures to consume their competence for optimism and compassion.

Pile Three

Your haters are obsessed with the fact that you don’t want anything to do with them. These are people who are used to playing back and forth games with other people. They’re so used to always being in drama and chaos or someone chasing after them to continue these same old messy cycles that it completely baffles them when you don’t engage with their toxicity. I’m seeing that you could be really patient with people who keep poking to get a reaction out of you until they go too far. You might cuss them out, but that’s about it. You say what you need to say and feel about this person and then you cut them off and move on with your life. The closure that you give to others is very brief or sharp, people may even consider it as foul, but you don’t do it for anyone’s liking or entertainment, you do it for yourself to release the stress that you’ve been carrying so that it can bring you to a start in your healing journey away from that conflict. Your haters are very lost when it comes to reality and their ego. I see this vision of two people playing a game, one person is constantly cheating throughout it, and when the other person finally decides to walk away, the cheater thinks that they’ve won. They’re proud of themselves until it settles in that they didn’t really win anything, you don’t care anymore, and you’re not coming back to play that game with them any longer and they’re dumbfounded yelling out to you “that’s it? You’re not playing anymore? Wait come back!” and you’re like no thanks, I’m good. I’m actually going to hold your hater’s hand and tell them in the nicest way possible that they need to find a life and that no one is concerned with them since they’ve driven out every single person that’s close to them from their life by being delusional and childish. They want to be the it person so bad by actually thinking that they have haters and that people are obsessed with them when no one cares enough to be. They rely on playing mind games with people to make it seem like they have influence on others and to boost their ego but they have no idea that it’s not the kind that they think. It’s getting to the point where if they’re into spirituality and feel like they’re being evil eyed, then it’s probably 100% true but not because they’re an icon or anything like that. People are wishing for their downfall because this hater does not know when to stop provoking others and will eventually get clocked if they don’t stop.

The universe is special with its timing but humans are faster when they want consequences to be dished out. But this person has a particular obsession with you because you got away unscathed the most from them. Things don’t have to be taken away from them or done to them for them to suffer. The punishment for them that’s going to hurt the most, is them seeing you live your best life, genuinely finding peace and healing away from the hurt that they were going to heavily imprint on your life. They’re going to have to witness you step by step, moving on and finding your groove back with yourself and newer connections with people who will treat you better. This is a teaching moment for them to understand that being toxic is not cute. They will meet their match and it won’t come from a person willing to stoop that low with them. They were mistaken to try their luck with you and now they’ll have no choice but to be haunted with this lingering feeling of you looking down on them forever even when you’re actually looking away (out of sight and out of mind).

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a-killer-obsession · 1 year ago

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You have freed me from my horny, horny curse, I am forever in your debt

Fresh Ripe Peach

Prompt: Writer's Choice

Additional Tags: afab reader, she/her pronouns, incubus!killer, loss of virginity, monsterfucking, rough sex, biting, demon summoning, cum play, oral (receiving and giving), cumshot, fingering, bulging, deepthroating, praise kink, p in v sex, creampie, cockwarming, slave/master terms used

WC: 5k

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🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

It was frankly embarrassing how horny you were, and desperate times called for desperate measures, kneeling on the floor of your cabin, chalk in one hand, dodgy looking occult spell book in the other, tracing out the markings on the page as instructed. The book was probably all bullshit, and you were already mentally resigning yourself to another night of disappointing jerking off until your vibrator died, but it was at least worth a shot. Chalk replaced by a lighter, you put down the book momentarily to light the five candles that sat at each tip of the pentagram you'd drawn, adding to the ambient low light in your room given off by your bedside lamp.

You adjusted your provocative clothing, feeling a little ridiculous but hey, if it worked you were dressed to impress. Strappy leather harness forming an upside down pentagram on your chest, lacey black bra that lacked cups, framing your bare breasts. Matching panties with a triangular cutout over your bare-shaved mound, thigh garters adorned with small metal pentagram charms, the bands digging into your plush thighs and creating delicious indents. Your hair was fixed in a sleek high ponytail, eyes lined with heavy black liner, lips painted in dark, nearly black, smudge-proof purple lipstick. You hoped the spell would work, or this immaculate outfit would be quite a waste.

Satisfied your outfit was all as it should be, you picked the book up and began to chant. Did you understand the latin you were reading? Absolutely not a lick, but you hoped it translated to something along the lines of ‘excuse me demons, dinner is served, come get some pussy’. You finished reading the spell and let out a deflated sigh as nothing happened, seriously considering begging someone on the crew to fuck you, when suddenly the room went dark, the candles all blowing out at once and the bulb in your lamp failing. A few moments of pitch black darkness later and the lamp flickered back on, your heart racing as you heard heavy footsteps running up the hall outside your room. Oh shit, did it work?

The door flew open, a flurry of blond and blue flying in and immediately yelling, the door slamming shut and latching again, notably untouched. “A SUMMONING CIRCLE? REALLY [Y/N]? ARE YOU STUPID?” The bare foot of the first mate rubbed furiously at the chalk diagram on the floor, clearly fresh from his bed in only a pair of blue gingham pyjama pants and his mask, “get rid of this shit before some other asshole decides to answer, for Lucifer's sake.”

You were entirely speechless, suddenly remembering your physical state and crossing your arms over your chest to cover your bare tits. “KILLER! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” you shouted.

“Oh now you don't want me in here,” he tsk'd, “you summoned me, here I am! Chicken out already, girlie?”

“Summoned you?” You replied, so very confused, looking at your discarded spell book. Was there even a spell for summoning a first mate? That seemed oddly specific, and not at all occult. Superior summoning spell? Blonde asshole spell? Huh? “I- I didn't-”

“You summoned a companion demon, did you not?” he loomed over you with his hands on his hips, every rarely seen curve and divot of his muscular chest on display.

“I summoned an incub-”

“Do NOT use that word,” he cut you off, physically pinching your lips together. “It's derogatory, we prefer companion demon”

“Okay?” you relented as he let your lips go and crossed his arms over his chest, “I summoned a companion demon,” you repeated sarcastically, “so why are- wait, what do you mean ‘we’?”

“How do you think I knew what you were doing in here? You called, I answered,” he replied nonchalantly, “you're fucking lucky it was me, stupid girl.”

“But you're not-”

“-a demon?” He laughed. He removed his striped helmet and squatted in front of you, letting you see his unmasked face up close and personal. You'd always been told he didn't like his smile, but you could see now that was a blantant lie. There was a very obvious reason the Massacre Soldier covered his face. His eyes were icy blue, his pupils thin slits like a snake, his sclera entirely black, as though dipped in ink. When he opened his mouth you could see sharp extended canines and his tongue was longer and more pointed than a human's. “Like I said,” he continued as he stood, placing his mask on your dresser, “you called, I answered”

“Why- what the fuck is a inc- sorry, companion demon, doing on a pirate ship?” You asked, pulling a blanket from your bed and wrapping it around yourself, Killer rolling his eyes at the bashful motion.

“It's a long story,” he sighed, “Kid's mother was my master, she bound me to Kid as she was dying to protect him till he reached adulthood, but I grew fond of the little guy and had him bind me himself”

“So, wait, if Kid is your master, why are you here?” You queried.

“This is my territory,” he huffed, “you sent an open invite to every available asshole on the Grandline. Thanks for that, by the way. You're fucking lucky I was close enough to get here first or you'd already have some disrespectful dickhead balls deep in you. Do you have no regard for your own safety? What the fuck came over you to summon a demon?”

“I was horny… “ you mumbled under your breath.

“And you couldn't just go ask someone for a quickie?” He scorned, “Nobody on this crew is good enough for you?”

“It's not that…” you pulled the blanket tighter around yourself, “they're just not… um… my type?”

“Really, nobody on this extremely diverse crew is your type?” He raised a brow.

“They're not uh… monsters?” You replied hesitantly.

“I think you'll find given our reputation that there are plenty of monsters on board,” he replied, before the penny in his brain dropped, “unless- oh you're really fucked up, huh?” He said with a shit eating smirk, “So that's it, you summoned a demon cos you want your brains fucked out by some beast? Is that it? Dirty girl~” he purred.

You were bright red with blush, slowly sinking under the top edge of the blanket. “Can you just go away please…” you mumbled, muffled by the fabric.

“Actually, I can't,” he huffed, “you made a contract when you summoned me. I'm here till sunrise. What, the scary eyes and fangs not enough for your needs?” You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him, so unbelievably ashamed of yourself. “It's just as well this isn't my true form then,” he grinned toothily.

Your eyes widened as his skin began to shift hue, turning to an icy blue that matched his eyes, the colour darkening as it made swirling patterns on his arms, turning to a royal blue, then a deep, almost black, navy at the hands. His nails lengthened, forming sharp, dangerous looking claws. His ears elongated, turning to points. You let out an audible gasp as he dropped his pants and underwear, letting the fabric pool on the floor and revealing an absolutely monstrous cock that made your mouth water, a deep royal blue adorned with navy swirls, and a now freed tail flicked out to the side from his rear, the end capped with a sharp arrow tip as he let it slowly move. Two mostly straight, navy coloured horns sprouted from the top of his head, curving almost back into him, tipped in icy blue and lined with ridges. Most impressive of all though were the two grand bat wings that spread out from behind him, clawed at the top-most point, the structured areas navy while the membranes faded to royal blue, and the same icy blue as his skin at the centermost edges.

“Is this more to your liking, Master?” He stepped towards you, leaving his pants on the floor, entirely naked and proud in front of you. Even flaccid his cock was huge, directly at your eye level as you hid under your blankets, and you bit your lip as you shamelessly eyed him like a meal, scanning over his blue tinted body. He squatted in front of you, tilting your chin up with a hooked finger, his thumb pressed against your bottom lip, claw threatening to injure. “Don't even bother trying to lie to me, this is what I was made for. I can smell your arousal, I can hear your heart quicken”

“Fuck,” was all you managed to get out, letting the blanket fall to the floor around you, exposing yourself to him.

“There's a good girl,” he purred, “let me see that pretty body.”

You leaned back on the palms of your hands, letting your legs stretch out in front of you, forced to part slightly as they slid either side of him. He ran his eyes down your body, humming contently to himself, before his eyes ran back up and met yours. “This contract is an exchange,” he explained, crawling forward to loom over you, “I give you pleasure, and in exchange you allow me to feed off your sexual energy. It costs you nothing, you won't even notice it leaving you, save for being maybe a little tired tomorrow”

“Is this… what you usually do with Kid?” You stuttered as he placed a hand on your stomach, catching the waistband of your panties and playing with it as he used the cutout to hook his thumb through them.

“It is,” he smirked, “people don't summon demons like they used to, it's better to have a bound Master”

“Killer, how old are you?” You asked curiously, noting that the slits in his eyes were significantly more dilated now as he looked at your body.

“I resent that question,” he huffed.

“Oh come on, humour me,” he squinted at you in annoyance, “more than a hundred? More than five hundred?” He rolled his eyes. “More than a thousand?” He gave you a playful look that told you that you were close. “MORE THAN A THOUSAND?”

“Why, you wanna call me great-great-great-great-great grandaddy while I fuck you?” He smirked, unflinching as you smacked his chest in retaliation. “What do you want out of this anyway? I'm at your servitude, whatever you want, it's yours. No kink too fucked up.”

“I, uh… I don't know…” you mumbled, turning shy again.

“No? Nothing you particularly enjoy?” He asked. You looked at him shyly and he blinked in recognition. “I swear to Lucifer, [y/n] tell me you did not summon a demon to take your virginity!”

You gave him a forced apologetic smile and he groaned, “You are actually so fucking lucky that I answered your call, fucking hell. Actually, scratch that, maybe I'm the lucky one. Do you even know what a rarity you are to demons like me? You're a ripe peach, ready to sink teeth into. Fuck, your energy is going to be delicious.” You could see the way his pupils were pulsing and dilating as he looked at you, his sharp tongue running over his fangs, looking like he was ready to physically bite into you. You felt very much like prey pinned under a predator with Killer's large body looming over you, looking down at you with eyes nearly entirely black from lust, mere slivers of blue left in them, his tail flicking behind him like that of a cat enjoying playing with a mouse. “I'm going to have such fun with you, my peach”

You squeaked as Killer suddenly grabbed you and threw you on the bed unceremoniously, your body bouncing a little at the impact. You started to instinctively crawl backwards, away from the dangerous predator, but he grabbed your ankles and pulled you back towards him. “Ah, ah, where are you going, my peach? We have a deal. I'm gonna eat you right up,” he gave you a toothy grin before pulling your leg up and sinking his teeth into your plush thigh, right over a garter, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make you yelp. He hooked the garter with his fangs as he drew back, pulling on it and letting it go to ping against your thigh, making you hiss. “Such a pretty outfit for me too,” he hummed, spreading a hand out over your mound, sharp claws pressing against your soft belly, before he suddenly made a fist, bunching the front of your panties in his hand and pulling hard, “it's too bad I have to ruin it,” he feigned a pout, before adding his other hand to the mix and tearing the panties from your body.

“Killer!” You shouted, trying to squish your legs shut, but he was far stronger than you and easily pried your thighs open, pinning them against your stomach.

“Come now, don't go getting shy on me now,” he purred, getting his first look at your bare pussy, “such a pretty, pink peach too, and so juicy,” he knelt down and flicked out his long, pointed tongue, swiping it over your cunt and collecting your slick on it as you whined, drawing it back into his mouth with a satisfied hum as he savoured the flavour, “so sweet too, I can't wait to devour you. You'll let me, won't you my peach?”

He looked at you expectantly, and you realised that despite his rough and threatening treatment thus far, he was asking for consent before going any further. Perhaps you were lucky it was him and not another, you got the sense that demons did not usually ask consent. You bit your lip and gave him a nod, your pussy aching for more after the one brief touch, and he gave you a toothy grin, his fangs glinting under the low light from your lamp. His face disappeared from your view again, unable to see him past your own legs, but fuck could you feel him. His tongue was sinfully skillful as it played with your clit, rolling and flicking it, running firm stripes over it, dipping down towards your entrance and teasing it with just the tip of his tongue as he gathered the honey that dripped from it. You moaned and writhed at every gesture, clawing at the blankets either side of you wishing you could pull on his hair or, fuck, maybe even his horns. Whether it be because he could read your mind, sense your need, or because he just wanted to look at you with that shit-eating grin, he let his hold on your legs loosen enough that you were able to let your knees fall outwards, revealing his face half covered by your pussy. His head now accessible, you were able to reach down and grab one of his horns, which he must have liked as he groaned against your cunt. Spurred on by your small spike of confidence, he let his tongue drag down to your entrance, looking up at you with those inky eyes and a sharp smile as he sunk his tongue inside you, enjoying the way your face contorted with pleasure as a deep moan fell from your lips.

He thrust his tongue in and out of you, curling its length occasionally to flick against your g-spot as he brought a hand to your mound, pressing against it while his thumb reached down to play with your clit. You pulled hard on his horn as your head lolled back, hips rolling in time with his shallow thrusts as he brought you to your peak, creamy ring forming around his tongue as he worked you through it.

“So sweet, my peach,” he purred as he kissed your thighs, wings stretching out behind him as he crawled up your body. “I ask again though, is there anything you want of me? Before I fuck the coherence out of you”

“Wanna- wanna taste you,” you mumbled, one hand draped over your face, the other still clutching his horn.

“So take it,” he purred. You stared at him through half-lidded eyes, before grabbing his other horn and pulling him down towards you, crashing your lips against his. He let you lead the kiss, flicking his tongue against yours, enjoying the feel of your curious muscle against his. Your hands left his horns to travel down his body, feeling and groping at his arms and pecks, rubbing your thumbs over his nipples and tracing your nails down his abdomen. You wrapped both hands around his thick cock, pumping it sloppily, your inexperienced determination making him smile against your mouth. He reached down and guided your pace, squeezing your hands to adjust your pressure and moving your hands in a way that indicated he preferred the focus on the base, letting your hands go once you got the hang of it. His hands wandered over your body, pinching and pulling at your nipples, one hand moving further to play with your cunt more, making lewd squelches that made you blush as he slipped two fingers inside you and matched his thrusts to the pace you were pumping him with. He swallowed your moans, your pure sexual energy making his whole body tingle delightfully as he consumed it, adding a third finger and working towards stretching you out enough to take his thick member.

You could feel his precum dripping down his shaft in generous streams, running over your fingers as you stroked him, lubricating your motions. You brought a hand to your mouth and he watched as you experimentally licked the precum from it. He brought his own fingers from your cunt to your mouth, and you opened your mouth for him, shivering at his toothy grin as you sucked your own arousal off his digits. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard on them, running your tongue around them and pressing it flat against the underside, and he swore under his breath.

“Such a pretty mouth, my peach, almost as pretty as that pussy,” he purred, “would you like to taste more? I'd love to see how those pretty pink lips look wrapped around my cock”

He pulled his fingers from your mouth with a pop and you pushed towards him, his wings spreading behind him as he let you push him flat against the bed to straddle him. You kissed him hard before running your kisses to his jaw, breezing past his goatee to suck and nip at his neck. He whined as you made a particularly harsh bite, the sound making electricity go straight to your cunt, so you did it again. Over and over you bit down, sucking his flesh into your mouth and leaving dark bruises in your wake, running your tongue flat to soothe over them before continuing, leaving a trail of bites and bruises like step stones from his neck to his cock, each whine and groan making your pussy drip more. You enthusiastically took his cock in your hand as you reached it, running your tongue up the underside and collecting the precum beaded at the end, salty and hot on your tongue as you swirled it over the head. He was watching you carefully as you licked him, his head falling flat to the bed as you finally took him in your mouth, a string of curses falling from his mouth as you took as much as you could fit off him and serviced the rest with your two hands tight around his base. His cock stretched your lips to the limits, corners stinging from it, and you gagged as his tip hit the back of your throat, so much of him still outside your mouth. With each dip of your head you worked to take him deeper, gagging less intensely each time as you adjusted to the intrusion, breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat till you were able to take most of him, having to remove your hands from his base and instead groping at his thighs. His tail wrapped around your throat gently, using it to feel the way his cock made your throat bulge, one of his hands grabbing your ponytail and twisting it around his wrist to hold it like a leash.

“Fuck, good girl [y/n],” Killer groaned, “look at you, taking me like a natural, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Do you want my cum, sweet girl? Want me to cum down that tight throat of yours? Or maybe you want it on your face, paint you with my cum so you look like the sweet little monsterfucking slut you are, huh? Would you like that?”

You whined around him, vibrating his cock in your mouth before burying his cock right to the base, your nose against his blonde tuft of public hair as your eyes watered, eyeliner running down your face with it as your lipstick wore off and made a purple ring around his cock. “Ohhhhh fuck [y/n], just like that, just like that, fuck, gonna cum sweet girl, where do you want it baby?”

You pulled off his cock with a pop, making your choice clear. He held your ponytail tight, making you whine as he started furiously fisting himself with his other hand. “Show me your tongue sweetheart,” he groaned, and you lolled your tongue out for him, closing your eyes as you anticipated getting cum near them. Your hands kneaded his thighs as he threw back his head and groaned, ropes of cum splashing against your face and tongue, some of it overshooting and getting in your hair as he coated your face with dripping swathes of cum, making your pussy clench around nothing. Your pretty cupless bra and harness were entirely ruined by this seed, white puddles catching on the pieces as his cum dribbled down your neck and chest.

“Damn, look at you,” Killer purred as he loosened his hold on your hair and let his cock go, using his thumb to push more cum into your mouth, watching you swallow it as you sucked on his thumb and shivered at the dark look in his eyes. “Now you look like a needy little slut who would summon a demon, perfect little peach. C'mere”

He pulled you close and kissed you hard, and you shivered as he started running his long tongue across your skin, cleaning his cum off you, occasionally using his tongue to push more cum into your mouth which the two of you would then swap between your mouths and play with till you needed to swallow, Killer then returning to licking your face and repeating the cycle till his cum was entirely replaced with his saliva. His cock was still hard and you pulled yourself the rest of the way into his lap, grinding your cunt against his dick, making you both moan.

“Needy little slut,” he cooed, “you want my cock, my peach? Take it, it's yours.”

You ached with a desperate need to feel full, so you raised yourself on your knees eagerly, reaching down between your bodies to take him in your hand and align him with your entrance. He watched with pride as you sunk down on him, hand going to his shoulder once he was inside you enough, gripping him hard as he guided you with a hand on each side of your ass. The stretch stung but you were more than determined to get all of him inside you, and you let out a stuttered breath as you found yourself fully seated in his lap, entirely impaled on his thick cock. “Look at you!” He exclaimed proudly, “I didn't think you could do it, you take me so well, so tight and wet around me”

“Killl~” you whined, using his shoulders as anchor points to lift yourself before dropping back down, whining at the pull against your strained pussy. “Too- too big-” you whined.

“Nonsense, look at you, you took all of me first try,” he praised, “look at your lovely tummy bulging, what a pretty sight, my peach”

You looked down between your bodies and sure enough you could see the swelling of your abdomen where his cock was sheathed inside you, making you whine at how full you were. “You're doing so good,” he cooed, lifting you easily by your ass and lowering you again, making you moan, repeating the process over and over, each time lifting you further and faster, until you were bouncing on his cock and screaming his name, holding his horns for support and he brought his hips up at the same time, slamming into you each time he lowered your body. His eyes were rolling from the pungent sexual energy that was emanating from you, making his whole body shudder, the dense concentrated nature of your previously untapped energy making him moan and curse under his breath as he consumed it. There was a burst of energy that made his toes curl as you came hard, squirting on his cock and writhing against him, pulling so hard on his horns he wouldn't be surprised if you accidentally tore them clean off. You went entirely limp as your orgasm faded, still jolting occasionally from aftershocks as he continued at the same brutal pace, drunk on your sexual energy and craving more of it. No human food could ever compare to the pure satisfying flavour of a virgin's untouched energy, not even his favourite spaghetti dish, you were a rare delicacy he was thoroughly enjoying.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, he let you fall to the bed, pulling out of you only for a moment to flip you to your front, pushing your thighs together and straddling them as he resheathed himself. He fucked you like a stag in rut, grunting with every hard thrust, wings flapping excitedly above you and tail shaking like a lion about to spray to mark his territory. He wanted to mark you, make you his possession, against his better thinking and his contract as your servant. Your energy was just so intoxicating that it was making him blind with lust, and he couldn't help but lean down and sink his teeth into your shoulder, holding you tight in his jaw as he felt your pussy clench around him again. You saw white and were sure you passed out for a moment from how hard you came, sparkles in your vision as everything went tight then slack, that last wave of energy and your pussy tight around his cock being all he needed to throw him over the edge. He groaned against your shoulder, biting down harder and drawing blood, his wings stretching out and shaking, tail going limp, cock throbbing as he unloaded inside you, his heavy load dripping from your overstuffed cunt as he stilled inside you.

His jaw finally released you, swiping his tongue over the tender mark in apology as he panted hard against your back, his wings falling slack and draping either side of you like curtains. In your haze you reached out and touched one, making him shiver as you ran soft fingers over the delicate membrane. “Don't pull out yet, please…” you whispered shyly. He kissed the centre of your back and wrapped his arms around you, rolling you to your side with him and draping his wing over both of you like a blanket. His tail wrapped around your thigh as pressed his legs against yours, his head coming to rest on the pillow behind you, his soft breath tickling the baby hairs on the small of your neck.

“Whatever you want, my peach,” he cooed, “I'm yours till sunrise”

“And… after sunrise?” You asked hesitantly.

“Enjoyed yourself, did we?” He chuffed, “promise me you won't summon anymore demons and I'll let you have me on your whim, when Kid doesn't want me. Perhaps you can have both of us, if it pleases you. But this has to be our secret, okay my peach? The demon stuff, not the fucking. The World Government does not take kindly to demons, hence why I don't reveal myself in battle, even if it would give me a significant advantage. Fairly sure the whole ship knows we fucked at this point though, given how loud you were, I wouldn't be surprised if you even woke Kid, screaming like a coyote in heat”

“Killlerrr,” you whined with a pout. He smacked your face playfully with his wing and you huffed indignantly.

“What, you summon a demon to fuck you and expect to stay dead silent the whole night?” He laughed, “sweetheart I've got a thousand years of experience making people cum, and I'm young for a demon. The sounds you made were absolutely delicious, music to my ears, you're lucky I'm even letting you rest right now. A sweet ripe peach like you, any other demon would still be fucking you, even if you passed out they wouldn't stop till sunrise. Don't think you're off the hook yet just because I allowed you some cuddles, I can't wait to get more of your delectable energy.” He punctuated his sentence with a quick thrust of his cock still inside you, making you squeal. You didn't understand how he could possibly still be hard but you could only assume it was a demon thing. “Are you well though, my peach? Didn't hurt you too much?”

“Mmm… just my shoulder,” you touched where he'd biten and winced, and he apologetically kissed the spot tenderly, “otherwise I feel good. Feels nice, havin’ you inside me”

“Ah, I got a little carried away with that bite,” he ran his tongue over it and you could feel the pain fade as it magically began to close, “my apologies, master. Perhaps I can make it up to you.”

His hips began rocking again, a devious grin on his face, making you moan unabashedly as he set off a new wave of merciless fucking, and you had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

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arthurmorganist · 2 months ago

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WIP WEDNESDAY ✮

once again, here’s a not so little snippet of riverdance, the first chapter of two most wanted 🩸 i’ve been reworking it for the past couple of months and i’m glad to say that i’m finally happy with how it’s coming together ⭐️ thank you so much dearest @cassietrn for tagging me ❤️‍🔥

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He’s seen that mare before.

Arthur sits on the edge of his cot, the roof of his canvas tent protecting him from the chilly wind whipping through the trees, ruffling their leaves and making them sing a haunting melody. He’s been itching for a smoke since earlier today, since the very moment he woke up at the crack of dawn after another night of restless sleep, body sore and mind clogged with one too many worries. He’s been too busy, as usual, always the working dog, being sent from one point of the map to another, not allowed to have even the slightest moment to himself.

So, before he bothers to get his hands on his journal, he pats his coat in search of a rolled cigarette.

The weather is cold tonight, clouds don’t threaten the skies above any longer but the smell of the past afternoon’s rain remains in the midnight air. His horse is hitched to the trunk of a nearby tree, munching on the tall grass that surrounds him, if he can judge by the sounds that reach his ears. The silent presence of his most loyal companion is enough to bring him a sense of security in this uncertain moonless night.

Pulling a single crumpled cigar out of his breast pocket, he lights it up with the stray match he finds along with it, using the sole of his boot to strike it into life. When he takes the first drag, he feels his lungs expand with it, filling up to their limit, as a dry cough builds up in his throat. He holds it in for a second, just to expel it through his crooked nose a minute later, the heat burning the inside of his nostrils on its way out of his chest. He can feel his body begin to warm up, his broad shoulders sagging, his back cracking as he stretches, finally finding relief after all the pent up stress of such a hard day.

He should lit a fire, eat some of the cooked meat stored in his saddlebags and sleep, sleep until the birds or the sun wake him in the morning. It’s been months since the last time he ate and rested properly, since before Colter, or even longer before that. But the last months of his life have turned such natural and easy tasks into something impossible for him, and the dreadful events of the last several hours have done nothing but add more knots to his already tight stomach.

After a couple more puffs, he stabs out the remaining of the cigarette on the dewy grass, tossing the crushed butt into the thick blanket of darkness that expands in front of him. His hands go to his face, rough fingertips rubbing circles around the parched skin of his eyes. They move later to his temples, sliding through his hair until they reach the wavy strands of his nape, finally clasping them together over his neck. He rubs his palms over that spot and the movement seems to bring back the thought from earlier to the forefront of his mind, forcing him to rest his forehead on his knees. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him the way in which his heartbeat pathetically picks up against his own will.

You ain’t a kid no more. Echoes the voice inside his head, always too loud for his liking. You've been persecuted your whole life. By bounty hunters, other gangs, the law, the government, the Pinkertons. So why the hell are you—

One of his hands unclasps from its confines and, once again, travels all the way to his chest, right above his heart, where a strange burning sensation has resided for the past couple of weeks. Something akin to the pain of an old wound that aches when the temperature drops. He tries to scratch it away in no vain, the tips of his fingers tingling with the futile effort he just made. If only he had the proper words to name this feeling, he could get rid of it.

Taking a deep breath, he opts to drag his worn out body inside the tent at last, removing his boots and placing them to his left, before he unbuttons his blue-colored coat to take it off as well. The lantern he brought is providing not only light but also warmth, allowing him to sit comfortably just in his shirt, pants and woolly socks. He turns around and reaches for his satchel, which had laid forgotten in the back of the tent for a few hours by now, when he began to set up camp while the sun was still setting on the west. Rummaging through it, he comes in touch with his leather bound journal first, pulling it out and placing it in between his thighs. His free hand continues to fish around the bag for his pencil, touching everything else except for what he’s looking for, until he finds it tangled up in the cord of an old golden pocket watch he stole from a dead O’Driscoll ages ago.

Aimlessly, he opens it and chooses a random page in between instead of the one where he wrote last. The tip of the pencil hovers momentarily over the blank sheet as Arthur closes his eyes over again, recalling the shape of the animal.

I’ve seen that mare before.

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secretlovezz · 11 months ago

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1k! 1k! 1k!

Reader is from another agency or department and is helping the BAU team out on a case and they have strange thinking habits. Spencer keeps finding the reader while doing these habits.

Ex. Sitting in a dark storage closet, somehow sitting on top of the break room fridge, upside down, walking around in circles, etc

Vampire

Spencer Reid x reader

Warnings: I'm pretty sure there's nothing but fluff here

Wordcount: 692

A/N: love this request cause I sit in weird positions when I'm thinking lololol hope I did your idea justice 🫶🩷

"Wha- uh wh-what are you doing?"

Spencer knew that people had their own ways of getting themselves to focus on a certain task, I mean he certainly did. He'd done plenty of research on it at some point in his early college life. Sometimes he'd pace around the room he was in fingers tapping against each other in deep thought about whatever the current case was about until Hotch or Derek snapped him out of what seemed to be a trance. Once in a while, he'd simply take a deep breath in and out to rid his mind of other troublesome thoughts to focus on work but this- your thinking habits- though he logically understood we're so very odd to him.

For example, he's just walked in on you sitting with your legs crisscrossed on a chair while your eyes are closed and brows furrowed... in the dark... in silence.

"M' tryin' to see if I can figure out how the dump sights link together- 'cause I mean I know they do, there's like no way they don't- he even..." Spencer swears that he's listening he always does when it comes to you but as he stares at you, your eyes are still closed despite him turning on the light when he first walks in, his own brows start to crease in confusion. His lips part dryly wanting to speak up about his thoughts on your oddities but decided against it as you were still speaking.

You smile, “So what do you think?” Spencer frowns and tries to recall the words that had so smoothly left your lips.

“Um… I- about what?” His voice is soft with shame at his lack of concentration on a conversation seemingly involving information of the current case and when your shoulders slump, eyes creasing at him his shame only intensifies and aches deep in his gut. “Sorry- It’s just- well I… sorry.” His head hangs while his fingers tap against the file in his hands.

Focus.

Your silence is just as unusual as his own, it almost scares him, he thinks the air has just condensed around his form; it suffocates him forcing the release of a vomit of words he had just been repressing. “You were in the dark and while pragmatically I know it’s probably your way of getting yourself focused and your mind running so you can efficiently do your job- I mean i’ve read plenty about the many practises one does to anchor themselves- I just thought it was a little weird the way you went about it- not that you're weird! ‘Cause you're not! I would never say anything like that about you because you're great and you do your job amazingly. I just- I just um… was curious I guess.”

No matter his IQ Spencer was sure he had never felt so dumb, hating the unavoidable fact that only you could make him stumble this way. He sighs before letting his teeth find his pink bottom lip to chew on. His fingers tap faster against his file creating a light thump sound to echo around the otherwise stomach churning-ly silent filing room.

The heating flush he feels when the corners of your mouth start to tip upwards in amusement colors his cheeks with a rosy hue that has him further trying to hide his face by staring at the floor.

Your smile widens at his shyness, “it's okay I can admit it is a little weird,” the small chuckle that enveloped your words made his heart flutter aggressively in his chest, “my friends even compare me to a vampire since the sun is clearly my weakness.” Your fingers and brows wiggle in a way that makes Spencer laugh abruptly that gorgeous smile of his over taking his blushed face.

“Clearly.”

You pat the seat next to you with a welcoming and teasing smirk.

“Come sit down so I can tell you what I was talking about since someone renowned ‘Boy Wonder’ had his head up in the clouds.”

The grin never leaves the young doctor's face as he makes his way to you.

“I promise to pay attention this time.”

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darlingsfandom · 6 months ago

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I’ve always got you.

Pairing: AU Cillian x GN! reader

TW: oral(reader receiving) illusions to mental illness, swearing and fingering .

The nights were long, the weather getting colder and everything around seemed to just get worse and leave a sour taste in your mouth. Your head hung low as your hands ran over your face slowly with a grunt falling from your lips before you stepped out of the car and walked up the driveway.

Rain fell heavy from the sky, pounding against the cement while you held onto the doorknob before you pushed it open. To your surprise the living room was lit up by candles surrounding the room, soft music playing in the background and a bottle of wine sat on the coffee table. You slid your jacket off slowly before approaching the scene. Your fingers traced along one of the candles that had melted slightly. A soft hum caught attention, you looked over your shoulder to see Cillian walking holding a plate with some cheese, crackers and various fruits.

“You’re home already? I thought I had a little more time to finish setting up.” He set down the plate next to the wine as you stood there holding the lump in your throat.

“What ? What is all this?” You asked quietly as you felt your heart race.

“I know ya’ve been working hard, a little too hard and dat yer doin it to distract yerself from what’s really goin on in here” his finger tapped gently on your forehead making your bottom lip quiver. A single tear rolled down your cheek before your arms wrapped around his torso tightly. Cillian wrapped his arms around you tightly as he could until it felt like he was squeezing the air out of your lungs. His lips met the top of your head while his fingers drew little circles into your sides.

The feeling of him holding you like this calmed your nerves. He wasn’t wrong though. Cillian knew when you were getting into that dark mindset and did what he could to help you.

“It’s goin to be okay.” He mumbled before slowly pulling away and helped you sit down on the couch. His hand rested on your thigh, his finger tips traced little patterns into the fabric of your pants. “It’s been a long day, let’s get you out of those.” He fumbled with the button of your pants before pulling them off allowing a sigh to fall from your lips. Cillian leaned in and pressed his lips into yours gently. His kiss made you melt every time and this time was no different. Your lips against his, soft , gentle almost like it would be your last.

“So… breathtaking my darlin.” Cillian stroked your cheek with the back of his hand as he pulled away from the kiss. Your eyes focused on his, so full of love , kindness and a hint of lust growing. You tilted your head slightly as he sat up and pulled off his on shirt before helping you get rid of yours. Soon the two of you sat naked surrounded by the candle light, the sweet sounds of the music and pouring rain as background noise making you feel at ease. Cillian poured the both of you a glass of the red wine that was slowly disappearing.

A plump strawberry dangled over your lips as Cillian feed it to you. Juice dribble down your chin just enough that made him lean in and lick it up. A little moan escaped your throat as he did it which made Cillian lay you back on the couch and sit next to you as he kissed the side of your jaw, down your neck and inbetween your chest. The soft warm open mouth kissed left your skin covered in goosebumps as his lips left little love bites in placed only the two of you would ever lay eyes on.

“Let me take care of you.”

You nodded slowly as Cillian got down on his knees in front of you. He had placed a pillow down on the ground for his comfort before he grabbed your knees and spread them apart. Your heart was beating hard against your chest because it had been a minute since you shaved but Cillian never cared. His lips trailed up your plush thighs while keeping eye contact with you. Your fingers ran through his hair keeping you grounded. Your eyes tried to close until you felt a soft bite on your flesh making you yelp!

Cillian laid his tongue flat before licking a long strip your hole making you gasp before a quiet moan followed. He repeated this a few more times, he loved tasting you on his tongue. His tongue switched so the tip was now inside of you while his nose pressed against your pelvic bone. He would give you oral every day if he could.

As his tongue swirled around inside of you, you couldn’t help but rub your own nipples which added to the pleasure waving across your body. Your hips bucked up into the warm air before Cillian snaked his arms around your waist and yanked you back down making you whimper. The little noises you made were music to his ears, well what he could hear since your thighs were wrapped around his head. Cillian devoured you making your toes curl, your fingers pulled on his hair harder making him moan into your core. Cillian pulled away slightly to spit on your hole before diving right back into it.

“Fuck! Just like that!” Your words trembled as you watched him through hooded eyes. His fingers dug into your thighs making sure to leave bruises. The build up of pleasure was swirling in your abdomen as Cillian did a number on you.

“You’re so close aren’t ya baby?” He spoke while licking his lips as he peered up at you with glazed eyes and glossy, swollen lips.

“Mmhmm so close!”

Cillian gave you a soft smirk before his index finger slipped inside of you making your mouth drop open with the perfect “O” shape. He reattached his mouth back onto you while he fingered you faster.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck! Yes!” Your fingers gripped onto the back of his head while you shoved his face further into you as you thrusted your chips forward. Cillian hummed in pleasure as you used his face to get off. “FUCK!” You cried out as your thighs shook around his head. Your orgasm hit you hard making you cry out his name. Cillian swallowed every drop that you released like the thirsty man he is.

Slowly Cillian pulled away licking his lips as you laid flat against the couch covered in a layer of sweat. Your eyes were closed as his lips kissed along your body until he reached your lips.

“Just relax, I got you…” Cillian looked into your heavy eyes as he cupped your face. “I’ve always got you, on your good days and your bad days, I’ve always got you.”

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mischiefmaker615 · 14 days ago

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Like You Mean It (Loki Love Story) Ch.6

Summary: You accidently teleport into a book- not knowing it's smut and come face to face with Loki who is very much convinced on keeping you from returning home

Rated: R *dark warning*(DARK ELEMENTS!)

Theme Song/Inspiration: "Like You Mean It" by Steven Rodriguez

Your eyes fluttered open, the sun peaking from the crack in the blinds made you squint and throw your arm over your face. Gods.. what a.. dream.. the very thought of it had your cheeks warming up and you bit your bottom lip as your stomach tightened. It was so real.. so real- you felt a little achy when you flexed a muscle to move. It almost had your skin tingling, the pleasurable spark between your legs nearly vibrating and you exhaled with almost a huff to try to rid of such a state you were in.

It has been forever since you had a wet dream- to long that you felt yourself growing wetter by the second to the point where you furrowed your brows and sat up- immediately having a hand cover your mouth to stop yourself from letting out a scream of surprise.

Shock didn’t really stay long until it sent your body back into its pleasurable state.. only you were fully awake now and very much aware of Loki in between your legs- all in his naked glory and laying on his stomach to better administer your sex.

The morning sun hit his skin perfectly, showing off his perfect backline, shoulders and ass while his head lazily bobbed up and down to run his tongue up and down your cunt. your legs were spread and knees raised for him and you began to shake with the debate to try to close them- risking angering him or spurring him on. You couldn’t close them anyway with him in the middle.

His hands lay flat beside your hips, now and again curling his fingers into the sheets while another quiet hum left his mouth- almost like he was trying to stay quiet while you continued to ‘sleep’.

So it wasn’t a dream.. oh dear gods.. your eyes grew wider while you sat yourself up on your elbows, not even caring right now that you were as naked as he. If this whole thing was not a dream, than he already saw all of you anyway.. oh gods.. your hand raised from your mouth to cover your eyes in shame- memories flooding back from yesterday and you felt your stomach clench from shyness while your pleasure just seemed to build.

It was amazing how capable you were when your body had been so worked out from yesterday- how could you possibly have another orgasm in your life after that??

‘’enjoying yourself darling?” Loki smirked, making you jump a little and look down just to see a second of his eyes before he dipped back down to give long, slow strokes from your entrance, to our clit.

The motion had you shiver and twitch, falling back onto the mattress while you tried to stare up at the ceiling rather than get distracted from the feeling AND sight.

‘’y-you never stopped?” you asked quietly, almost coming out like a moan and covered your mouth again while you then began to pant.

Loki gave a chuckle; it practically bounced the two of you on the bed lightly before he raised his head to look up at you. The feeling of the tip of his finger teasing your entrance in slow circles had your breath hitch and look back down at him with need and plead. ‘’of course I did darling, you apparently had passed out,’’ he winked, drinking in the horror on your face that also fought the feeling of pleasure. ‘’but don’t worry, we finished right after.’’

Your stomach clenched while you then began to slide his finger into you, not stopping until he got up to the knuckle and paused there. ‘’gods.. I love seeing you like this..’’ he breathed, keeping his digit frozen inside you and enjoyed the way you clenched around it when he gave your clit random licks.

‘’c-can you -please stop?” you begged, not quite sounding convincing while you shivered and felt your orgasm right there. All he had to do was give you a few more seconds and you would dive off that glorious cliff of pleasure.

‘’that’s for me to decide darling.’’ He smirked, feeling how he turned his hand so his palm now faced up, simultaneously turning his finger inside of you as well- obviously- where it left your back arching and eyes fluttering down at him with the eternal fight to try to speak properly.

‘’I n-need to talk to you..’’ you begged, seeing how he was enjoying watching how his finger would finally slide in and out- his eyes barely two inches away from the erotic sight and chuckled again.

‘’I’m listening.’’

‘’that’s n-not fair..’’ you whined out, not even caring while your fingers curled into the sheets, sexually frustrated with the fact that he had built you up- somehow in your sleep- only to take his time and pay more attention to the conversation you were struggling to hold.

This wasn’t right.. how the hell could he do that when you were sleep?? That’s some 911 calls right there! Even in book terms.. what were the limitations on smut topics? Your cheeks burned while you squeezed your eyes shut and drew in a breath. You were apparently his property here. He didn’t care that you begged, he damn near got off on it and this would most likely be your life until you could phase out.

But how??

What storyline was this to finally be able to go home?? Feeling good was one thing.. because despite it all, this man was skilled. Yet he also scared you at the same time.. clones?? Are you serious?? You hardly had much practice with one man, how could one expect you to handle more? Let alone all this kinky.. shit you weren’t sure if you were really into! When you orgasmed.. was that him forcing it out, or were you into all this?

Nonono- there was no way in Hel you were into being forced to orgasm.. held against your will and punished for things you weren’t even sure you did- let alone be someone’s property.. you were not property. Wait- perhaps the storyline was all about escape? To get away from this sexual psycho.. your eyes widened at the possible realization and the only thing that could make sense with all this happening before the curl of his finger drew back your attention with an involuntary moan.

‘’gods darling.. I love every little sound I could get you to make, and that is with by one finger alone’’ he smirked, his voice teasing with a mock tone and played your body like an instrument where it would arch and buck with every movement of his hand and tongue.

He was a deliciously cruel man and you weren’t to sure how capable you were to try to hate him..

‘’do you want to cum darling?’’ he whispered, your eyes fluttering while your fingers dug into the sheets before you felt his other hand reach up to press lightly into your stomach. You weren’t sure if it was to pin you or to feel his own hand inside of you from above but whatever he was doing was convincing you enough to at least have one last goodbye orgasm before you’d make your escape.

‘’yes..’’ you breathed, your head falling side to side and began squirming when he began to lap at your clit.

‘’what was that?” he smirked and flicked his tongue.

Bastard.

‘’yes Loki.. gods- please let me cum..’’ you whimpered out shamelessly and knew it would have shocked you to have said such lewd things if you weren’t so tangled in the throes of pleasure.

‘’hmm then be a good girl for me today and perhaps I shall consider it.’’ He smirked before pulling away entirely, your body shuddering at the loss when his finger slid out and you instantly blinked back to reality.

‘’wait- wha-‘’ you stuttered, sitting up on your elbows and watched how he stood with a light stretch, his hands on his hips while he cracked his neck with a content sigh. ‘’but I thought-‘’

‘’you thought what my love?” he crooned and looked at you with a smirk. ‘’that I get off by the taste of you alone?” he almost laughed before moving back over to lean down, hands clasped behind his back while his body looked you over. ‘’I’m afraid you might need a bit more reminding.’’

His gaze and how he loomed over you had you snatch at the sheet to cover yourself, seeing how it didn’t budge before you noticed Loki’s grip had beat you to it in an iron grip. Glaring at him, you sat on your legs and did your best to move your hair to the front to cover your chest while a hand moved to cover your center between your thighs.

‘’come now darling, I’ve already seen every inch of you.’’ He laughed before he leaned up, tossing the sheet aside before waving his hand. You blinked from the brightness before you saw in a flash, he was wearing his Asgardian attire but this time with the armor- except the helmet. His hair looked like it had been perfectly groomed and not that he had spent- gods know how long between your legs this morning.

‘’you are my amusement. Teasing you can sometimes be quite enough to get me by than it always being between those beautiful legs of yours.’’

The comment had you blush regardless and you looked away to try to hate him. you did definitely hate how sexually frustrated you were getting by not being finished and were surprised toying with you was enough for his stamina. Guess he wasn’t 100 percent sex driven after all. of course.. you’d expect last night to have probably lasted you a life time to sexual need- but here you were.. damn him.

The silence had you suspicious and you turned to face him before you were met with fabric hitting your face, making you squeak and pull it off before recognizing there was a dress in your lap.

‘’change. You should be grateful to know that my council meeting was moved to today instead.’’ He said sharply, as if reminding you of the situation from yesterday and you avoided his gaze with a meek voice.

‘’..can I shower first?’’ you asked, not even seeing yourself to know you looked like you had walked out of the trilogy of 50 Shades of Gray and unconsciously ran your fingers through your hair to fix some of it.

‘’no. we do not have time.’’

‘’I could always meet you-‘’

‘’from now on, I shall be present when you are to bathe yourself. I do not need another window incident delaying the fate of Asgard. Now get up and get dressed before you find yourself in a much less enjoyable punishment.’’ He said sharply yet his face said otherwise. It was almost like he was daring you to defy him.

Your cheeks reddened and you felt like shrinking into yourself. He’d be with you when you bathed.. gods you needed to escape this place or you were to surely die of embarrassment.. you felt completely filthy and knew it was most likely so Asgard could see you and just how much of his ‘property’ you were.

Without standing up to rid of some view points to his watchful eye, you pulled the dress over your head and moved your arms through, standing up to let it flow down to your feet before you brushed the skirts for extra measure. It was simple, green with gold lacing at the ends and around the waist area. You felt lucky to have a dress on at all at this rate- even if it was for a servant to wear- in this case, property. Raising your eyes to look at Loki shyly, your fingers gripped the fabric at your sides and you swallowed some pride.

‘’thank you..’’

Loki’s brows raised slightly, almost surprised that one was grateful to be wearing lower place clothes. Most people around would be either embarrassed and shameful amongst the royals and their higher stature. He seemed to gaze upon you like you had a pure of heart, where the dress had almost been to embarrass you further but it back fired on him.

He cleared his throat and reached out to take your hand. ‘’do not get comfortable in them. You will wear nothing when you are back here.’’ He said lowly, almost hoping to build back that fear he seemed to enjoy seeing you in.

Pulling you off the mattress, you hopped down and slipped on some simple shoes that were waiting for you on the ground. You figured it be better to stay quiet and plot your escape than give him anything he could tease or use against you. You weren’t going to quite lose completely at his game, there had to be some dignity you could scrap up while he was determined to take all of it.

‘’after you, my prince.’’ You said dryly and he hesitated, giving you a look of almost suspicious before he turned and waved a hand at the door, causing it to open by itself and whack the guards on the outside with a thunk and hurried apologies came out of their mouths like they were the ones in the way.

‘’do try to keep up, I will not be missing this today.’’ He said with a warning while you trailed behind him, watching how with a shimmer, his cape formed at his shoulders and fell down his back and stopped before it hit the ground.

Everything about him was majestic.. magical- where he used everything to have every inch of him perfect. You had to trail a few steps behind so that his cape wouldn’t flow back and hit you. You gave him a small look behind his back, knowing he was striding on purpose and doubled your steps with a light pant.

At least you knew the scenes around yourself, navigation will come in handy when it will come to escape. Now all you had to do, was wait for an opening.

Note: I'm sorry for the long ish wait my friends! Life can be cruel with timing but I'm gonna start getting back in the groove of things :D hope yall are still enjoying and stay tuned for the next chapter ;)

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strlitetheatre · 4 months ago

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🗣️🗣️ I MISS PAULKINS !!!!!

the emma was rlly quickly + roughly sketched during my 15 min break in class in my notebook, the paul im p sure i did in the train that same day but obvs had more time to focus on + refine

[ and if u squint u can see the ghost of my cat paul agenda ]

but some physical hcs for paulkins below if anyone cares :pp

reblogs appreciated n encouraged !! /nf

emma has a sharp facial structure/face overall, but certain facial features are softer – her eyes, the tip of her nose, the curve of her brow bone. her nose is more sloped and she doesnt have a strong cupids bow. her hair is pretty wavy and when its down it reaches her mid back, but she has layers so she kinda needs that triple bun situation to keep it all in check ( even tho despite that she has So many flyaways bc she doesnt rlly care that much, she only does enough to not get told off for it ) ( even tho ZOEY isnt told anything abt her hair being down. whatever ). her jawline is more angular and her chin gives her side profile a v nice shape. i also think she has rlly nice eyelashes and prefers to use pencil eyeliner because its easier n quicker for her to apply and it doesnt cause her as much issues when it smudges in comparison to liquid eyeliner.

paul has a much rounder face, but certain sharper features – his brow bone, the curve of his ears, the arch of his nose, his cupids bow. he has full cheeks and always looks mildly upset/uncomfortable, thats just his resting face. he usually tries to present himself as professionally as possible but his hair doesnt often cooperate with the products he tries to use and tends to fall over his forehead superman-style. he has semi-noticeable dark circles from a few too many sleepless nights in highschool and post-secondary that he just cant seem to get rid of ( i hc hes a super early sleeper and riser, and he doesnt nap often so he kinda just hopes theyll miraculously go away one day ). he doesnt work out as much as he wants to but he also isnt too bothered by that – hes kinda squishy but thats like, the last thing he thinks about a lot the time ( but since he works a mostly stationary desk job he does try to get some movement in when he gets the chance ).

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ghcstpyre · 1 year ago

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Can you write something with cullen brushing the readers hair? It's a cute concept to me 🫶🫶 thank u

thank you so much for the request! sorry it's taken me so long to get round to it - life has been kicking my ass :')

content: cullen x reader / inquisitor!reader / gn!reader / fluff

"You know, you're better at this than I thought you'd be."

Your shoulders were slumped, void of tension for what felt like the first time in a while as you let your body sink back into the chair at your dresser. A soft, brassy chuckle came from the man standing behind you and his careful hands paused their motions.

"It's difficult to not pick up on these sorts of things when you grow up with two sisters." Cullen replied, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards as his hands resumed their work.

Thanks to the Commander, the bristles of your hairbrush combed gently through your hair, making sure not to snag harshly on any knots. The hand that wasn't gripping the brush handle held onto your hair a few inches from the tips, his grip tightening and loosening when needed as he worked the bristles through the ends of your hair and gradually made his way upwards.

You were too relaxed to think of a witty remark and instead let a happy little sigh slip past your lips as the bristles got closer to your scalp. It wasn't often that you and Cullen got a quiet moment together like this - being the Inquisitor and Commander respectively left little room for any downtime, let alone any downtime together - so you were determined to savour every precious second of it.

Once Cullen was sure he'd gotten rid of any little knots, he began steadily dragging the bristles of the brush through your hair from root to tip, the fingers of his free hand following close behind, combing them through your freshly washed locks.

When you asked him to brush your hair after you'd finished bathing, Cullen had been worried about the evidence of battle he might find upon your pretty head; singed hair from the fire spell of a rebel Mage, a bruise from the pommel of a Templar sword, or a scratch from a wretched Shade demon. He was more than relieved however when he found nothing of the sort. Instead you were simply knackered down to the bone from your travels and fed up with the pettiness, fickleness and rudeness of the Orlesian nobility. He could see it in the dark circles around your eyes and the way you dragged your feet upon re-entering Skyhold.

You'd choose battling demons over playing The Game any day (much to Josephine's dismay).

A content hum left your mouth and your eyes slipped shut as Cullen continued to work wonders on your weary head. The quietness of your chambers in Skyhold was a welcome reprieve from the hustle and bustle of Orlais, as was the warm, welcoming embrace of the Commander. Your Commander.

"Mm...remind me to thank your sisters when I meet them."

Another hearty chuckle sounded from behind you and the wonderful tingling sensation of your hair being brushed finally stopped, causing you to whine weakly in protest. Cullen's free hand moved from your hair to rest on your left shoulder as he leaned over your right to place the hairbrush back down on your dresser. His head dipped down to level with yours as he leaned back from the dresser and pressed his lips to the soft skin of your cheek in a gentle kiss, his stubble feeling a little prickly against your face - not that you minded.

"I'm sure I can manage that." Cullen's voice was low and soft. His hazel eyes flicked down to your lips before he leaned in once again, his mouth finally finding yours after weeks of being apart.

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sirenlioncourt · 3 months ago

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funny Raphleps

Haarlep giggled.

“You know, this is some kind of completely new game for you,” he joked, pressing his wings to himself as much as possible in order to fit into the space that was not so wide and not suitable for two infernal entities. “I would even say that this is not your style.”

Bright eyes glowed in the darkness, looking with dangerous lights at Raphael, who was sitting (although more hunched over in an uncomfortable position with his knees pulled up) in the closet.

“Why did you even decide to bring a child… Again, by the way!” the incubus clarified importantly. “To the House of Hope – is this a great idea? Wasn’t last time enough for us?”

He sounded like a parent scolding a wayward child for a prank. But it still wasn’t as serious as it should have looked.

“Oh, my little devil, reap the fruits of your own decisions! And contracts.”

“Are you done?” Raphael responded sullenly.

“Almost,” the incubus purred sweetly. "It’s just funny to me to watch you… a grown devil, the ruler of the nine circles… Hiding in the closet from a little girl.”

“Not little anymore,” Raphael corrected him. "And you didn’t have to climb into the closet after me".

“And leave you alone? How could I!? I’m on the same side with you, you and me, me and you…” Haarlep was indignant, slightly mocking him. In a good-natured way. "You’ve already taught her basic spells. So keep it up!"

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll…”

“Just don’t threaten me with new dragon skin underwear! Just not gold decorations on the horns! Oh, that’s so scary!” he played with it, poking him with the tip of his tail. "But the scariest thing is the new bedsheets! And also…"

"Haarlep," Raphael was already growling at him. It was good that he retained his human form. Otherwise, the closet would have fallen apart from the size of both of them.

Haarlep gently placed a clawed palm on his lips to silence him. The danger in the form of a small-not-small girl was nearby.

"But I want presents!" the incubus whispered.

"You're just an impudent fellow. I spoiled you," Raphael muttered, looking at him and continuing to frown.

"But the Master…" Haarlep fell silent. "Oops…"

The closet doors swung open.

"Big Raph!" Mol indignantly put her hands on her hips. "So I found you! I thought you were in the Boudoir, and you decided to play hide-and-seek with me? Why didn't you tell me right away? But if so, then I win".

“I’m Big Raph now,” Haarlep commented importantly. “And he’s a smaller Raph. Come on, Raph, it’s time to come out of the closet. You’ve been found.”

The incubus decided for himself that he should still make friends with this little thing. He had a good feeling that this union would be much more useful than with Enver in his childhood. And at the very least, they would be able to make fun of Raphael together. Perhaps he’ll get tired of it and get rid of the contract…

Sometimes a family is the devil, the incubus, and their adopted daughter.

“Now I’m hiding, and you’re looking! By the way, I cast some spell that I saw in books, and all the water in the pool from the boudoir disappeared!”

“Hey!” Haarlep was upset. “Give it back. Take it wherever you want! But there has to be water there! Where can I lie and polish my claws?”

"Raaaaph, fix it while I'm hiding! "Mol said brazenly and simply ran away before she could get punished.

"How many times have you regretted bringing her here?" Haarlep came out of the closet after Raphael.

"You'll be surprised, but despite her behavior, she's quite a capable student. She'll outgrow it. We'll raise her". Raph told him importantly, having decided everything for Haarlep as well.

"Mmm, I see". Haarlep nodded. "I'll stay in "Sharess Caresses" for now. About ten years. I may not survive a third troublemaker in my lifetime".

Raph hooked his hand under his elbow, making it clear that he wouldn't let him go anywhere.

"I can understand the second one. And who's the first?"

"Guess in one try, Master". Haarlep smiled sweetly, hiding his inner pain. " Give me back the water in the pool, please".

"Show some respect". Raph reminded him. "You still belong to me".

From the downcast look on Haarlep's face, he realized that he had to smooth things over somehow.

"You will have new underwear."

"And jewelry?"

"And jewelry…" the devil reluctantly agreed.

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lovely-writes-alot · 7 months ago

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The M Saga: This Story starts at 3am

M was slowly losing it.

It was never easy trying to work through your trauma, we all know this, but it was especially hard when you couldn’t even open up to people about.

She was so familar with the way her chest would tighten, and the feeling of her heart racing in her chest. It was never less frighten, no matter how often it happened. In reality, it made it more terrifying cause she was on her own.

Sure, she could get help to calm down but she couldn’t tell anyone what triggered her. Everytime she tried, my vocal cord was stop working.

She kept getting triggered again and again, without anyway of being able to stop it from happening. She couldn’t couldn’t work through it, she couldn’t tell anyone about it.

She felt hopeless.

These moments were what cause her mind to wander to the same dark places it did when she was stuck in that rancid place.

She wanted to get better, she really did, but how could she?

Unless some magically being came and rid her of this curse or whatever had cause this, she was stuck. And it was horrifying.

She was laid on the Hermes cabin floor, wrapped in her sleeping bag.

She couldn’t sleep. Not unusual at all. She had the world’s least ideal sleeping schedule.

Her mind was always too busy to sleep. Having a million thoughts at once, going over the day, planning for tomorrow, going to older memories, good and bad alike.

It wasn’t fun, in the slightest, but she had gotten used to it by now.

She stared into space, thinking about how exactly the universe never ended. Seriously? How can something not have an end? Is it like a circle? Would you just loop around or something?

She was rudely interrupted by her thoughts, with a bright light hovering above her head.

“Jesus…” She muttered, shielding her eyes from the blinding orb.

Groans filled the cabin.

“I thought you said lights out, Travis…”

“Bro, turn that shit off, I’m trying to sleep….”

“I just fell asleep, man…”

“Why isn’t going away…”

“Cause someone just got claimed, you dipshit-”

M shot up, the orb following her. Well, looks like it was time.

She glanced up, to see a full moon hovering above her head.

She felt like crying, maybe even throwing up.

The very thing that cause her the most physical pain in her daily life, the thing that completely uprooted her life and controlled her like a puppet, was her mother’s domain.

“You’ve got be kidding me.” She deadpanned.

“Oh, shit.”

“Selene?”

“Yeah, Artemis doesn’t exactly have kids.”

“Good point. That would be a true plot twist, now.”

“Why are you treating this like a fanfiction?”

“I mean-”

More kids continued to wake up.

“Turn it off…”

“I would if I could.” She snapped.

“Jeez, what’s your problem?”

She resisited the snippy comment on the tip of her tounge. “Sorry.”

The moon started to fade, the room becoming submerged in darkness once more.

“Finally…”

M just defeated sighed, laying down again. This felt like a cruel joke.

But it wasn’t. It was just her life, shitshow and all.

YOOOO WE HAVE ANOTHER ARCH STARTING

we're ignoring that's it's lowkey bad writing, I started it whilst in a writer's block

also I hope you like lesbian angst cause there's gonna be a lot here on out

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zelda-cooper · 5 days ago

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Be-ep Yourself (Pride Month Special)

Disclaimer: This story is NOT canon in the original series, it is just an interpretation I made in my AU. If you don't agree, that's okay, it's just my headcanon.I also want to make it clear that I am not a psychologist or have gone through these experiences, just writing based on the stories I have heard and researched. And finally, this story may have slight triggers regarding transphobia (even if implicit) and also family pressure.

Enjoy reading!

The sun shone brightly on the wheels of a pair of scooters, people stepped out of the way and dodged two speeding figures. Rev, marked by red and purple feathers, skated happily along the sidewalk, whistling some tune as he did some tricks, while Riley, marked by her dark blue feathers, followed him with some difficulty, a little slower than her older brother.

— UHUH!!! — the older one jumped up and down excitedly, making sure that all eyes were on them.

— H-HEY!!! WAIT FOR ME!!! — the younger one tried to keep up with him, but her legs were still adapting to the fast pace.

The older roadrunner glanced back, chuckling a little at his sister's predicament, walking over to her and circling around her.

— Come on, Riley! — Rev smirked, sticking out his tongue. — You need to loosen up a little more!

— Easy to say, right?! You’re not the one wearing a dress the size of a picnic blanket and skating on wheels that seem to have a life of their own! — Riley retorted, trying to balance herself as she dodged a group of children playing on the sidewalk.

The boy, always full of energy, did a pirouette and looked forward again. He loved the adrenaline of the maneuvers and the way the speed made him feel free. With each turn he took, he felt more confident, while the girl struggled not to lose control and follow her brother.

— Come on, Riley! — he shouted excitedly. — If you don't try, you'll never learn!

With a resigned sigh, Riley decided she needed to take more risks. She focused on her legs, remembering the tips Rev had always given her. A slight push and she began to pick up speed, feeling the wind in her feathers.

— That's it! Now you're really getting the hang of it! — the older man applauded, turning in a curve and looking at her with a sparkle in his eyes.

The youngest smiled, feeling a little more confident, but soon her eyes widened and she stopped skating immediately.

— REV, WATCH OUT!!! — she screamed desperately, pointing behind him.

— Hmm...? Why? — he barely had time to react, soon feeling his body lean back. — Ah... I see...

Rev ended up rolling down the stairs, screaming as gravity pulled him down, while Riley covered her beak and closed her eyes as it hit each step until she reached the last one. The girl then ran down the stairs, a little hampered by the wheels, soon catching her brother, who seemed a little dizzy. Thank God he was wearing a helmet, otherwise... He probably would have cracked his skull.

— Rev?! Are you okay?! Talk to me! — She shook him worriedly, and he chuckled softly.

— I'm fine... I-I think... — He shook his head, trying to get rid of the dizziness he felt. — It was just a little accident on the way...

Riley sighed in relief, but frowned in irritation as Rev stood up with a bit of difficulty both from the wheels and the bit of pain he felt in his body.

— You have to be more careful, you know?! If you keep going like this, you'll become even more idiot than you already are! — she exclaimed, crossing her arms and looking at her brother with a mixture of concern and frustration.

— Hey, I'm not idiot! Just... Late... — he puffed out his cheeks in irritation, looking away. — But... Hey! You're getting better! You even managed to gain speed!

— Oh... Yeah, I... I think I managed to... — the girl scratched the back of her neck a little embarrassed, giving a silly smile.

Rev gave a small stretch before looking to the side, feeling all his feathers ruffle as he looked at the clock on the cell phone in his pocket.

— MY GOD, WE'RE LATE!!! — the older one pulled his already messy hair, grabbing his sister's arm and speeding up his pace. — Hold on tight, little sis!

— H-HEY!!! TAKE IT EASY!!!! — the younger one struggled to keep her balance, almost being dragged by her brother.

The two soon skated back home, a red ray passed through the people, which made them scared, while that "ray" took some shortcuts to get there faster. Riley was a little dizzy by the speed at which her brother had gone, it was ABNORMAL, so fast, holding her beak when he finally stopped in front of their house.

— And here we are! Okay, uh... First, let me check... — Rev opened the front door with a glance, looking down the hallway. — Great! No one around! I guess we can sneak in and...

The boy soon turned to his sister, who was on her knees on the floor, still quite dizzy from the adrenaline and all those turns he had taken with her, which immediately made the other realize what he had done. He had gone too far, hadn't he?

— Uh... Sis, are you okay? — He poked his sister's forehead, trying to "wake" her up to reality.

— I'm nauseous... — She said in a low and disoriented voice, looking like she had spirals in her eyes from all the dizziness.

— Oh... Sorry... Hehe... — Rev broke out in a cold sweat when he saw his sister's condition, but quickly picked her up. — Well... Be quiet, okay?

The older man opened the door as quietly as he could, once again checking that there was no one around, entering the house and closing the door behind him, slowly following the path to their room, passing through the kitchen door, not seeming to notice the presence of someone who had caught a glimpse of them.

— Heh... Too easy... — Rev whispered to himself, giving a smug smile.

— It would be easier if you had taken off your shoes. — Their mother's voice echoed from the kitchen, making them shiver all over. Soon she came out of the kitchen and looked at the two of them. — Is this time to go home?! Where have you been?

Rev quickly turned to the woman with wide eyes, putting Riley down, trying to act normal, while the younger girl still shook her head, trying to compose herself.

— H-hey, my dearest mother! We were just... — the older man began, but could barely finish when he saw his mother's expression change. — Heh... You look pretty today, you know?

— What happened to you guys? You're all dirty and Riley looks like a clumsy penguin! — the woman looked at them with a mixture of concern and anger.

The youngest, still trying to balance herself, tried to respond, but the words came out as a disjointed mumble.

— We just... just... skated a little... — Rev tried to justify, his voice a little low.

— What?! Rev, how many times do I have to tell you that your sister should NOT do this kind of thing! — the roadrunner mother sounded even angrier, pointing at the youngest. — Look at her condition! Is that what YOU want for her?!

— B-but... I... I liked doing it... — Riley said a little shyly, maybe embarrassed.

Their mother immediately froze at her daughter's last comment, bringing her hand to her forehead and rubbing it, taking a deep breath in exhaustion. And again she was having those thoughts...

— Riley, let's not talk about this again... I already told you that girls can't do dangerous things! — the woman sighed, trying to stay calm. — And you, Rev... You shouldn't encourage this kind of thing in her! You're the older brother! You have to set an example!

—... I'm sorry... — Rev lowered his head, holding his arm, embarrassed.

—... Just... Just go to your rooms, okay? When your father gets here, we'll decide what to do with you. — Their mother quickly turned around and waved her hand for them to leave.

The siblings looked at each other, feeling the weight of their mother's disapproval. Rev, still a little embarrassed, gently pulled Riley out of her mother's line of sight, leading her to their room, while the girl scowled at the woman.

— Sorry about that, Riley... I just wanted you to have fun... — he mumbled, sitting on the bed, taking off his skates and helmet.

— It's okay... I really enjoyed it, actually! — the youngest smiled cutely, also taking off her skates and helmet, with her back against the wall to balance herself. — I... I just wish I was more like you.

The boy glanced at his sister, sighing heavily until he gave that jovial smile of his always.

— Oh, Riley... You don't have to imitate me to be special. You're amazing just the way you are! — Rev encouraged her, with a sparkle in his eyes. — Everyone has their own style, and that's what makes it all the more fun.

Riley glanced at her brother, but his expression seemed to grow more melancholic and withdrawn, shrinking a little on the floor.

— No... That's what I... Meant to say... — the youngest's voice sounded low.

—... Riley? — Rev got up from the bed, walking over to her and placing his hand on her shoulder.

— I-I... I just... I'm not... comfortable anymore... — Riley held her legs tightly, hiding her face in them.

— "Comfortable"...? You mean, like... With Mom probably grounding us or...?

— No... it's not that... It's... I'm literally not comfortable... With myself...

Rev continued confused, turning his face to the side, his head processing a thousand miles an hour to understand that sentence. What exactly did she mean by "comfortable with myself"? Was it the dizziness? Something in the feathers? The dress? Wait... The dress...?

—... The dress is too big, right? — Rev gave a nervous smile, as if asking "I got it right, right?".

—... No... I just... I don't feel comfortable... Wearing dresses anymore... — Riley wiped away some tears that wanted to fall from her eyes, sniffling a little. — It's so... It's so hard to walk in it, I feel trapped... I can't run properly, I can't skate properly, I can't do ANYTHING properly!

— Oh... So... You prefer a shorter skirt! — Rev tried to guess the answer again, this time smiling more confidently.

—... No... It's... It's something else...

— Something else...? Uh... Can you translate, more or less, what do you mean?

The youngest looked a little irritated at her brother, sighing in frustration, trying to organize the confused thoughts in her head. He really was slow about some things... But, honestly, not even she knew how to put it into words.

— It's just... I... I... — the girl tried to formulate the words, hugging herself tighter. — I... I hate being a girl...

—... What do you mean? — the boy frowned, confused by his sister's statement, sitting down next to her.

— It's just... — Riley began, his voice trembling. — I just... I feel like I don't fit in. Everyone expects me to be a certain way, but... I just can't... I can't feel comfortable being a girl...

The elder soon paused to think, his eyes slowly widening as he realized what that sentence meant, leaving him a little shocked.

—... Are you saying that... You wish you were... A boy? — he asked in an oddly slow manner, not at all normal coming from him.

—... Is that weird? — she asked fearfully, wiping away the most intense tears that were falling.

— No, no! It's not that! It's not weird! — Rev replied, trying to organize his thoughts. — It's just... I never thought about it. I just always saw you as my sister and, well, you're amazing the way you are!

Riley looked at him, a mix of insecurity and a little "guilt" in his eyes, while the other stroked his head.

— Hey... If... It's any consolation... — the older one paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking again. — I... I also, sometimes, feel like I'm... Not exactly the most normal person in the world.

— And is that new? — the younger one commented sarcastically, with the other making an irritated face.

— Uh... No... But you get the point! — he waved his hands, trying to make his thoughts clear. — The point is... It's okay, like... It's not exactly a crime for you to WANTS to be a boy! Or for a boy to want to be a girl! At least, I... I think... I don't know...

— But... But I've seen a lot of people say that it's wrong... That I can't be like that. That if I feel like that, I'm just confused or something. And I don't want to be a disappointment to daddy or mommy. Or... To you...

Rev then became a little quiet, pulling back his hand that was holding his sister's shoulder a little, thinking a little more. He had always been the most impulsive and spontaneous with emotions, but at that moment, he knew he needed to be more sensitive.

— Look, Riley... — he began, his voice soft. — I'm not an expert on all this, but... No one can tell you what's right or wrong for you. If you don't feel good being a girl, that doesn't make you any less... And I won't love you any less for it.

Riley looked up, shocked by her brother's response, her eyes shining with both tears and surprise.

— Do you really think so? — she asked, the insecurity still present in her voice.

— I do! And if you need me, I'll be here to support you, no matter which path you decide to follow. Whether you're a girl or a boy! — he gave his usual smile, winking at his sister.

—... But what about mom and dad? — again the girl hesitated a little, looking away.

The boy quickly lost his smile, he seemed a little more tense when he thought about that detail. God, their mother would freak out... And he didn't even want to think about his father's reaction... Either he would be equally angry or he would just be completely indifferent to it, not even really caring. And the second option was more likely... But the worst reaction would be their mother's, for sure... However, Rev quickly shook his head, smiling optimistically again.

— Oh, don't worry about them... Like... I think they'll understand! Just... Don't tell them yet, okay? — Rev pulled at the collar of his clothes, trying to look a little calmer than he actually was. — Look... No matter what others think, know that I'll be by your side. No matter what you choose, you're still my little sister. Or... Little brother, in this case...

Riley was quiet for a while, once again feeling the tears streaming down her face, until she suddenly hugged her brother, sobbing a little in relief and sadness. Rev took a deep breath, returning the hug and stroking his head, his expression slowly changing to a melancholic one. He... He just hoped that the next few days wouldn't be so difficult for her.

...

A few months had passed, Rev had been taking some of his old clothes out of the closet, trying to see which ones could fit his sister. Wow, it was only now that he noticed how messy it was... Maybe he needed to organize it later... Only later, the priority now was another! He then found a red shirt of his, with a yellow lightning bolt on the front, snapping his fingers at the find.

— Here it is! — the older one quickly threw the shirt to his sister, who looked at him in a slightly judgmental way.

—... Seriously? — she asked a little dryly, with the other rolling his eyes.

— In my defense, there weren't many good options. And besides, this shirt is super comfortable! — Rev replied, with a mischievous smile.

Riley held the blouse in both hands, examining the fabric and the fit. It was much looser than the dresses she usually wore, and the thought of wearing it made her a little excited, but also nervous.

— What if it doesn't look good on me? — she asked, a little insecure.

— Relax! What matters is how you feel. And if you don't like it, we'll find something else. The important thing is that you feel comfortable! — Rev encouraged, winking at his sister.

With a deep sigh, Riley decided to try on the blouse. As soon as she put it on, she felt a wave of relief, feeling much lighter. She looked in the mirror and smiled shyly.

— I... I liked it! — she said with a sparkle of enthusiasm beginning to appear in her eyes.

— See? I knew you would like it! — the older man smiled broadly, watching his happy sister. — Now, let's see if we can find some pants or something that looks good with this!

The two began to rummage through the closet, while Rev looked for more clothes that would fit. Between laughter and playful comments, the light atmosphere helped them forget a little about the worries that they would have later. She looked at herself in the mirror again, with her clothes stripped down, slightly messing up her hair and the feathers on her cheeks, looking a little more confident with that more masculine look.

— Look at you! — Rev exclaimed with his arms open, impressed. — You look amazing like this!

Riley turned to her brother, a genuine smile on her face. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she was getting closer to her true identity.

— I feel different... — she reached for the mirror, observing the details of her new look.

— Yeah, and you really do look good — Rev patted her on the back, sticking his tongue out playfully. — You look good, don't you? You're sure to attract a lot of attention! I can already imagine some girls asking you out when they see that look!

The youngest laughed at that comment, giving her brother a slight push, feeling a little embarrassed.

— Now... There's just one missing... New name... — she commented more excitedly, holding her arm.

Rev thought for a moment, tapping his foot as he looked his sister up and down, before snapping his fingers in thought.

— What do you think of... Rip? — Rev suggested, gesturing a little exaggeratedly. — Like... It doesn't stray too far from your original name and it's still pretty cool! Plus, it matches your more laid-back style!

Riley mulled over the suggestion, biting her lower lip as she considered it. “Rip” had a strong, dynamic sound, something she felt truly represented the new phase she was embracing.

— I like it! — she replied excitedly, smiling at her brother. — Rip... Yeah, it sounds good!

Rev struck an exaggerated pose, as if he were introducing a rock star to an audience.

—Then it's decided! From now on, you're Rip Runner! — he exclaimed, bowing dramatically.

Riley, or rather Rip, laughed again, feeling a wave of happiness as she saw herself reflected in the mirror with a new name and a new image.

— Thank you, Rev. You always know how to support me... — the younger hugged his brother tightly, looking into his eyes with gratitude.

— That's what brothers do! — the older returned the gesture, giving him a light punch on the shoulder playfully. — So... Are you ready?

—... Yes! I... I am! — Rip nodded confidently, although there was still a slight hesitation in his eyes.

Rev then extended his hand to his brother, who quickly took it, a little shaky, and they left the room. Rip closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and calming himself. He... He could handle it... Regardless of the reaction, he could handle it...

...

The sun was shining brightly, with some people in the square enjoying their day as usual, including a dark blue feathered roadrunner, who was doing some acrobatics on his flying board, until he landed on the ground, a little tired. It had been a few years and, still, he never got tired of training. Rip sighed, wiping some sweat from his forehead, soon hearing his cell phone ringing. He looked at the device, rolling his eyes with a slight smile when he saw that it was his brother calling, as always.

— Hey, Rev! How are you? — Rip answered in a very casual voice, holding his board.

— Hey, Rip! Calling here during lunch break to see how you are! — Rev's voice sounded energetic as always, but also a little tired. — How's it going? I heard there's been some robot attacks there...

— Rev, that was, like... Four streets away and has nothing to do with what I'm doing now. I'm fine, just training a little! — Rip sounded slightly bored, looking around the square.

— Oh, great! But keep an eye out, just in case one of them shows up here! Or maybe an alien wants to kidnap you!

Rev ended up laughing at his own comment, Rip couldn't help but laugh too, remembering how chaotic the last few days had been in that city... First Viking robots, then four colorful heroes, and now, who knows what could happen. But it was actually good, the city was really boring...

— And you? What are you up to? — the youngest asked, sitting on a bench while watching some kids playing ball.

— I'm still at work, but I'm almost leaving. I'm thinking about going skating later, if you want to join me and... — the oldest then stopped talking for a moment, with a sound that seemed to be someone calling him. — Ah... I have to go now! They're calling me! I'll call you later?

— If my cell phone doesn't run out of battery or I have to go study, you can. — Rip gave an ironic smile, rolling his eyes.

— Okay! I love you, little brother! You know that, right?

— Of course... You say that every single day!

— Yeah, but I like to reinforce it! BYE BYE!

The call was ended by the older man, with Rip laughing a little at the older man's unshakable joy, until he let out a calmer sigh. He looked up at the sky, his eyes shining with happiness. He... He really was happy... Happy to be himself...

...

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