#ustulation

[gildui]

wip — ustulation; oneshot , knight/squire 18+ bros kinda mean!

"knock. knock."

you blink upwards, bleary-eyed, as two massive fingers tap at your bottom lip.

it distorts your vision to have a hand thrown in your face. what you'd been doing rendered to no importance, diminished to the petulant child you once were. instinct rears its ugly head and irritation licks at your insides. you had always bit first. asked later.

but a simple command wrapped in a familiar inflexion—guttural, deep, a dichotomy of smoke and scratch; cocksure buried beneath layers of sleep deprivation and a penchant for one too many smokes—has taught you to stand down.

he's apathetic towards you, at most. at least, he despises your very being. wishes he'd said no when they'd tossed you to him—a clot of blood in shark-infested waters—for tutelage.

treats you like a runt from the litter of hunting dogs he breeds. picking you apart to find the smallest, most antagonizing details—the most personal of barbs—then, flays you apart again and again until you are raw, bleeding out on your threadbare mattress. unable to allow yourself the luxury of thinking about a dreamless sleep whilst you polish clean armour and hone sharp knives.

still, you comply, malleable in his unforgiving hands. saccharine; sweet enough for a toothache, never lets you live it down—'might 'ave to pluck y'r teeth out, runt. givin' mine a cavity. eye for an eye n' oll that'—

his fingers push at the seam of your lips, slow but forceful; impatience at an all-time high if you're involved. your jaw protests, lockjaw,—'need ta learn how to relax', he says as the next swing of his sword against yours is jarring enough that your teeth rattle and your ears ring, while knowing he's the source of all of your stress—you're forced to blink back a whimper of pain when your knight's digits bully into your mouth.

they're unwashed. pungent acridity, brine burns on your tasebuds as he pets your tongue with rough fingerpads. he huffs in laughter, mean, when you inevitably choke on his taste.

"good, pet," he purrs. nothing like a compliment and all too antagonising, an austere reminder of the hellion he'd broken in, "open wide. let me see my next set o' pearly whites."

[thranduilofsmirkwood]

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Thranduil

Bard

[wild-moss-art]

From submissive and breedable to submissive and unbreedable 😎

[xo2dee]

🗨️ USTULATION

PAIRING: Vergil/(Fem)Reader. WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (Fem Receiving), Cunnilingus, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Rough Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Sin Devil Trigger Sex, Monster Fucking. WORD COUNT: 9,569. SUMMARY: Honestly, you really should’ve expected your first time having sex with Vergil would end up like that.

A/N: my manifesto on how bad i wanna fuck vergil's sdt form.

DMC MASTERLIST

You thought you had gotten your fair share of relationship advice from all of your snooping women family members and friends as you had grown up, and you were completely set when it came down to the romantic aspect of your life. Though nothing could’ve really prepared you for one of the only real and serious relationships you actually ended up in. Your mother and aunts had nothing on how to date a damn half-demon.

Or how to engage in sex with a half-demon.

On your behalf you figured it was just the same as having sex with a… human (it sounded so odd when you said it aloud), your half-demon looked like a ‘regular’ man – if you could count white hair, standing at six-foot-five, carrying around katana everywhere, and a stare that could make lesser strong-willed people piss themselves… Actually, you were completely wrong to think it was the same.

A relationship with Vergil was… interesting at times, but you were no quitter. Granted the two of yours relationship was ridiculously rocky at the beginning, but it came to a heads and you were later able to learn after jumping him and making out with him you two had been evidently pining for one and another so hard it made Dante sick and he’d been doing everything in his power to get you both laid and to stop eye-fucking each other every five minutes. Dante had been the one to warn you of getting into something like that with his elder brother, Nero almost looking traumatized when you had gotten around to telling him – “Hey, me and your dad? Yeah, we’re in a relationship, but we haven’t fucked yet so don’t worry.” – and told you maybe it was difficult to be with someone like him but sending you his best wishes otherwise. But of course, you were not a quitter.

Such as when you wanted to finally have sex with him, and when you finally did.

Perhaps you should’ve thought it through more; Vergil could lift a car with one hand and fling it more than one-hundred yards if he wanted to, he could rip a demon’s head off with one hand, kick a solid hole into a concrete wall, and not to mention all other demon abilities that he possessed. Such as what they called Devil Trigger. You had seen it before: a huge, blue, hulking beast full of scales, clawed nails, a long tail with the slicing tip, wings with a width span rivaling that of some sort of fairytale dragon, horns that executed a burn of blue fire (?), and the maw of sharp teeth that you had seen a handful of times whenever out on the field. However, you didn’t give it too much thought since you figured he only transformed during a fight and was always in control of it.

That was probably another case of poor judgement on your behalf.

Vergil was dominant through and through and practiced keeping himself composed above of all else, though at times it was you that was able to break that exterior and got him to loosen up – whether it was in the bedroom or not. At first you hadn’t been confident enough to push him like that, but when you were able to observe his eyes linger on your thighs if you wore any clothing exposing them, a vein rise from his temple that one time you wore that blue dress he liked with the slit up the leg and when you moved a certain way that revealed your panties, or when you had left the top three buttons undone of your shirt and watched his Adam’s apple bob with the deep swallow he made when you bent over in front of his face, it was enough to get you to try and get his attention to let him know you wanted him sexually as well as the way you already had him.

Vergil may have acted all stoic but the times you caught him just stripping out of nowhere in front of you and stretching a leg out until he could flex a thigh was enough to let you know the feeling was probably mutual. Often times he’d purposefully brush up against your back when you were in front of him, his hands drifting across your waist and trailing down your hips as he did so before ghosting away when you tried and lean back into his touch or turn around and look at him. He wanted you just as bad as you wanted him, though you had no idea why he would hold himself back.

More than often you found yourself on top of Vergil or underneath him as you both engaged in one of your many sessions of making-out and dry-humping, the trysts getting hot and heavy to the point you’d pull at his belt or snag a hand down the front of his pants in an unsaid beg for wanting him to just get inside of you once and for all. However it never ended up the way you wanted, Vergil would let out a hiss you had never really heard or knew he could do and roll away from you, chest heaving and nearly ripping the bedsheet apart from how hard he clutched it. Back then, you hadn’t known he was trying to control himself.

From what? Well…

Maybe you should have paid more attention to when his eyes would glow a haunting cat-like blue, or when you found shreds in your shirt from when his nails grew into talons, or that one time his tongue grew and slithered past your uvula in some form metaphorical oral sex as he made it thrust in, out and all around your mouth while it felt grooved. You were ashamed to admit that it made you cum from the feeling while you thought about how good it would feel eating you out as he did it.

Still, he never pushed it any further than foreplay and you would often go to bed with soaked underwear and him with an erection. Part of you thought he just didn’t want to, and another part of you had been afraid that from the way you gyrated your hips away on his erection and felt the size of him that you’d be unable to take him. But you were not a quitter and were horny beyond belief for him to just indent you into your mattress for once and all, and given how he’d grunt, groan and hiss into your mouth and skin, you knew the feeling was mutual.

So when the time came and you finally got him to actually fuck you and not just grind up on your clothed cunt or tease you with his fingers, nothing really prepared you for what happened. Looking back on it you found it funny, but in the heat of the moment you figured just why he would pull away from your dry-fucking moments.

(You knew a Devil Trigger could be caused by a state of heightened emotions… but not like Vergil had done during the first time you two had sex.)

In had started like that again, you two were alone at the shop again – you figured Vergil only engaged in intimacy like that when he knew Dante or Trish weren’t around to hear you both – and it was late at night while you two did your usual limbo. You couldn’t quite remember when he decided to say fuck it and push his cock inside of you. Maybe it was when you told him you were so wet that you were sure you could take all of him at once as he was two fingers deep in you, or when you struck his ego by saying if he couldn’t get you to cum like that he couldn’t get you to cum while actually inside of you as you rolled your soaked shorts up against his hard, clothed cock.

If you had to guess it was a mixture, the former being almost actual truth when he slid in with little to no resistance and the latter ticking him off so bad he tore shreds into your clothes while hissing at you in your ear and threatening to fuck you until you were begging for relief. Too bad for him that had been your plan.

That’s how you found yourself clutching the pillow underneath your head for dear life as Vergil’s cock was all but hitting your cervix while his hands had a near death grip on your hips in the process.

You shouldn’t have pushed his buttons, but damn, if that was what you got in return?

You’d keep doing it.

Your legs took purchase in one curling around his waist in attempts to hold on and the other hitched up on top of his shoulder, the ankle of the leg around his waist pressing into his skin and your heel against his lower back following in it as it curved and curled each time he fucked into you. The temperature in the room was boiling, perspiration lining your bodies down from the forehead to the conjunction of where both of your bodies were currently smacking into one and another. The only sounds you were really able to make out was the smacking of his skin into yours, the headboard of your shared bed knocking into the thinned wallpaper you desperately wanted to change, and your gasped out moans all jumbled in words varying of his name and praises from the ferocity of his movements.

Vergil’s face was probably a God-given sight to see; all flushed and his eyebrows knotted together in ecstasy as he kept his jaw clenched to keep his poorly concealed grunts in his mouth, but alas he kept his lovely expression nearly face down in the pillow you were clasping onto that your head rested on as well. It didn’t help you were talking filthy in his ear either, the loud exhales growling and the grip on your hips bruising every time you moaned out his name driving him forward push and stretch your insides as much as he could.

Unclutching the fabric of the pillow you slid your hands out to dig your nails into his back, earning you a grunt and a particular hard thrust as he pulled out back far enough until his tip was resting on your opening before diving back in. It was insane on how good he felt, your toes curling as that ball of fire behind your naval burned further towards your eventual release whenever he fucked into you harder.

There had been a time you thought ‘How the fuck did someone like him have a son?’, but from the way he was fucking you then… It wasn’t hard to see how it happened.

He was feral, unrestrained and – dare you say it – desperate.

You panted out again as your body rocked underneath his in unison to his hips, mouth finding his ear again to push at his resolve more, “If I would’ve known you – mmmGod – known you’d be like this, I would’ve – fuckrightthere – would’ve begged you more.”

…Was something pinching the skin of your hips?

You didn’t get to look and check when Vergil abruptly let go of your hips and let them land on the headboard above you two, his upper body moving slightly away from yours as the new position allowed him to pick up his speed. You let your eyes finally feast in looking up at his face, an electrifying tingle finding itself into your clit whenever his expression was just like you thought it would be. He looked like he was holding some poorly concealed agitation in, though you knew it was just a mix of his arousal and concentration. You didn’t know what he was so concentrated on, but if it was keeping him to literally rearrange your entire pelvic region… you were fine with it.

Vergil’s eyes fluttered open for a moment when you squeezed around him, a quick peek of his eyes showing you the icy grey you loved to look was bordering on a vivid azure with his pupils dilating back inwards and letting his irises take over. His lips pulled down in a deeper frown when he let a grunt slip by his lips, his pace growing harder and faster as if he wasn’t already balls deep in your pussy and slamming up into your innermost reach. A keening moan of his name caused his eyebrows to furrow greater and his jaw to clench harder as you jerked from the new sound from above you.

It was a scratching noise, almost like a cat was taking it’s claws onto a scratching post but instead it was on your headboard. You paused in your nearly drunken-stupor from clawing at his back in nicks that were already healing and your loud moaning to tilt your head backwards for a look, yet one of Vergil’s hands was quick to grab ahold of your chin and angle your head back towards him.

His eyes nearly made you want to shy away from how intense they were staring down into your own, the shining azure color taking them over and all but glowing in the moonlight shining down into your room. When your eyes shut and you tightened up around his cock once more, he squeezed your cheeks together and an amused huff fell out of him, “What’s the matter? You were so adamant in getting me inside of you, and now you’re suddenly shy?” a hum left him as he slowed to a mouthwatering roll and abruptly the air felt… static-like, his oddly rough hand falling from your face for two of his fingers to press down hard onto your clit.

The jolt of pleasure was nearly mind-numbing whenever the rough exterior of his fingers began to rub your swollen clit in intervals of up and down, back and forth, and sometimes rolling the area and pinching it between his fingertips. You were starting to squirm then because holy shit, why did his fingers feel so fucking rough but so good, and the way they were massaging your clit in swipes had you rolling your eyes back and mouth gaping from how fucking good it felt. There was slight angle of pain but it was quickly overwhelmed and mixed in with the pleasure he was giving you, the knot behind your naval just building, building, and building.

“OhmyGod, Vergil pleasegofaster,” you babbled out in-between the excessive amount of moans and whines as your hands made way to scrape at his chest.

Vergil bent lower, a low groan slipping out again whenever the angle pushed his cock deeper into your warmth and you could’ve swore his own eyes spun back a fraction, until his face was close for his lips to close around one of your nipples. Him biting and sucking at your breasts was one thing, but feeling that fucking ribbed tongue swirling around the expanse of your areola and the highest point of your nipple – oh Jesus fuck why was he so good at it? You didn’t care nor give it any thought that the man was slowly changing right before your very eyes, your frontal lobe only focusing on the slope you were sliding down for your orgasm and just Vergil, Vergil, Vergil.

The mantra in your mind was repeated past your tongue as he bit at your tit one last time and then that sinful tongue was sliding up past your chest, over your throat, along your jaw, before his mouth found way for your ear again. His teeth felt sharper than normal as he took your earlobe between them until he decided to latch off and bless you with his voice that was slowly beginning to lose its composure.

“Are you begging now? How indecent of you, it’s almost pathetic how desperate you sound.”

…Why did his voice sound like that? It was a near sort of echo, the underlining of his usual nasally voice was there but it was twinged with something else that you couldn’t put your finger on. It felt like that static ambience still wrapped around you two, though he almost sounded… like not himself, but still was him.

Whatever it was it twisted around into your bones and muscles, turning the former into mush and the latter tensing as it vibrated your body from the top of your head sliding down your spine until your toes were curling again over the respective parts of his body. You were nearly ashamed at how much you liked it when he spoke to you like that, the fact in that matter not lost on him when you reared up back at it and clenched around his throbbing cock once more as your sense of reasoning began to slowly fall from you.

You weren’t about to let him off the hook for verbal assault, not when you could feel how hot he was growing inside of you and how his dick was beginning to swell almost as if it was growing from your actions. Not only that, you mused as you intertwined your fingers into his deliberately falling hair, the noises he was making that nearly had you cumming on the spot were enough to let you know he wasn’t as reserved as he was letting himself out to be.

You jerked his head back so that his face was level with yours and both of lips were skimming across each other, relishing in the harsh thrust from the action and when his fingers rolling your clit fell off for a brief moment as a hiss pushed past his plumped lips, “You’re one to talk since you can barely keep it together,” you arched your back to push him as deep as you could and watched his nostrils flare when your cunt seemed to swallow him whole, “I know you wanna let loose, so why don’t you?”

Vergil’s expression scrunched up in a full-blown scowl then, his hip bones slamming into yours faster and harder as you heard…a growl leave his chest, “Stop talking.”

His fingers on your clit sped up after that, the movements of the rubbing matching your poor excuse of grinding to keep up with him and the scratching noise above you picking back up again. Your thigh was burning from the stretch of your leg over his shoulder, but the blurring line between pain and pleasure was long gone since you were gradually beginning to lose all hold you had on holding back from cumming. He was getting tough in letting his cock kiss that sensitive region inside of you, pulling his cockhead all the way out of you and delivering a harsh push back to hit as far as he could. Each push and pull had you reeling, eyes rolling back and broken moans leaving you as you struggled to keep up and form a coherent sentence to drive back at him.

You weren’t finished egging him on, you wanted him to fulfill that threat (promise?) he had said before.

Your fingers were slowly losing the grip they had on his hair as your body bounced and slid up on the bed underneath his body, “I know this issss’t all you can do, I wanna feel it,” a high-pitched gasp left you when his fingers pinched your clit, “don’tdothat, I’mgonnacum – I want you to cum inside of me –”

“Don’t.”

“Vergil please, you have me already. I wanna feel you. I want it all.” Your head was getting fuzzy, the stretch in your lower abdomen pulling to its full extent as his cock grew hotter and began throbbing longer pulsing into your cunt. You wanted it so bad, you wanted him so bad and you were clawing more at his chest as that coil began to unravel.

Vergil rose up away from you onto his knees, your leg on his shoulder falling off to land uselessly onto the mattress as you watched in pleasure-filled vision his head tilt backwards and his Adam’s apple bob from the bitter swallow he took. His hand on the headboard fell to curl up underneath your lower back to push your hips upwards off the bed to dig deeper into you, his fingers moving faster as his chest started to heave. The new angle left you breathless as his thick shaft began to feel as if it was ramming its way into your intestines, another round of babbles and mewls leaving you when his hips pushed desperately into your body.

His thumb was digging itself into your lower spine as he grunted out his next words, no doubt a bruise going to be left behind, “Damn you. You don’t know what you’re asking.”

A warning was going off in the back of your mind, a strong shift in the air as Vergil’s breathing grew louder, combining with a hissing that was bordering on sounding like one of the demons you hunted had gotten into your bedroom. Maybe you should’ve paid attention to the scales beginning to form up on his arm and start to take over the left side of his face, and maybe you should’ve noticed the twinkling blue sparks beginning to fleck off and around him. But you were too focused on what he was doing to you too care, but fuck you were just right there and you were about to cum because his fingers combined with the sheer size of his cock alone were spiraling you into your personal haven and God just right there, right there, rightthererightthererightthere –

You made one last ditch effort to push at him as a long-winding moan of his name bubbled from you, your hands fisting into the sheets and nearly ripping them as Vergil was on the cusp of losing control, “I can take it, please, jus’ do what you said you were gonna do earlier.”

That got his attention, his fingers pausing their wrath on your clit as his shoulders tensed; he knew what you were talking about. “Be quiet,” his tone sounded cold, but the steady rhythm of his thrusting and his fingers rolling vigorously on you was enough to let you know you almost had him.

And he almost had you cumming all over his dick as the last of your resolve was pushed out in a hair-raising moan and some fast chattering to finally feel him once and for all, “God just fuck me, Vergil. Fuck me so hard I’m begging for relief from you from how much you fill me up ohholyfuck –”

Your sentence trailed off as a snarling groan took over the sound in the room and his pace kicked into a destructive speed, a distorted curse spitting off his tongue as something popped and a shuttering noise flew into your ears while the inside of you felt briefly stunned from the action. After that, your body was suddenly uncoiling itself in the throes of your orgasm with a gasping whine of his name.

Your cunt constricted around his cock in a poor effort to hold on, but the action had you spasming in one of the most intense orgasms you had ever experienced. The others paled in comparison from those late nights fingering yourself at the thought of him, your body feeling electrified from the intensity of it and your limbs jerking to find any part of his body to hold on to as you rushed through it. You didn’t know why your cunt and his dick felt like they were buzzing and vibrating from the release, but the heightened stimulation had you squirming throwing your head back onto the pillow with a gaping mouth and eyes spinning into your mind while the hairs on your body rose from the change in the atmosphere. You were well aware you had gushed all over his cock as your legs jerked from the pleasure, and in the back of your mind you were only vaguely aware that something about him shifted.

Something as in his entire appearance.

The static was back as it curled itself around your body and left you feeling frazzled and your limbs exhausted, and you were only densely conscious enough to realize that the skin you had curled your one leg around didn’t feel like skin any longer. Your chest was heaving as you felt a new wave of sweat line up on your forehead and down your pelvis, fingers bunching up the sheets as you tried to slow your breathing and heart rate down, and a warped, huffing mixed sound of growling rolled out above you. Your bedroom felt hotter than before and after a few moments of blinking back into clarity, you rose your head to look back at Vergil to see why he hadn’t made any noise or indication of cumming –

You froze.

Gone was the gorgeous, ivory-colored skin, icy grey eyes, and silver-white hair, instead in its place was that hulking beast you had only seen a handful of times. You traced your eyes towards where you two were still conjoined, over the glowing ‘V’ on his chest, and finally up towards his face where you were only able to make out that luminescent blue where his eyes were supposed to be. Had he –

He.. triggered instead.. of cumming? You didn’t know whether to feel proud or suffer a blow to your ego over that.

You stared at him, blinking a couple of times.

Vergil… stared back – you think anyway – and you weren’t entirely too sure if he could even blink in that form.

You swallowed after a few moments and let your already hoarse voice break the silence, “Vergil, what… Are you – I mean,” you wiggled for a brief second as his newly-formed, scaled hand came to press down onto your lower abdomen to cease any other movement from you, “Did you mean to do this or…?”

The noise he made nearly sounded like a chuff tigers made, a movement from his backside letting you see his tail whip up into the air before it slithered up around your thigh next to his jutted hip. You watched curiously as the scaled appendage curled around said part, the bladed tip of it knocking against your skin in an action that was bizarrely reminiscent of cat slowly tapping the tip of its tail onto a surface. Vergil still hadn’t spoke, which you knew he was able to in that form, and you had half a mind to just ask if he went into some type of demonic state where he was more Devil than man (more than just his appearance, mind you).

However you knew better than that, Vergil was still Vergil in that manner and his standing still action with him remaining inside of you not making a single movement was a key factor that he was being precautious. You supposed you weren’t really thinking too hard whenever you were egging him to finally give in and let loose, but you always didn’t think it would end up with just… triggering.

Nevertheless… it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, it was still Vergil; especially since you were pretty fucking sure he had grown bigger inside of you.

You got your answer when you shifted again and okay, yeah, he was just as big and hulking as his new form as he was down there, and Jesus fuck you were pretty sure he was in your stomach then. Letting out a winding exhale you gripped at his wrist onto your lower abdomen when what you guessed was his cockhead angled upwards inside of you, “Vergil, just –” the weight from his hand pressed down harder and your eyes crossed when a new shock of ecstasy fluttered inside of you. God, you felt fucking stuffed, but the new tingling in your clit was something you couldn’t ignore and since you felt not one essence of his cum inside of you… You waved your other hand in the air.

“Just – just keep going, it’s fine.” You sounded so out of breath, but it was to be expected when you had his literal fat monster cock in you. “I mean, always up for new things right?” ‘Up for new things’, this was the first time you two were having sex.

(Though you didn’t think it could’ve qualified as ‘sex’, what you two ended up doing was just straight nasty fucking after months of piled up sexual tension and frustration. Perhaps not the smartest decision to do it in his Devil Trigger, but hey, first time for everything.)

After all, if you were going to commit to liking someone with a dual form like that then you were going to have to buckle down into the possible monster fucking because if you didn’t… did you even love them?

Vergil, more or less, above you seemed at a fork in the road but when he pushed his hips forward and watched your face wince up from the expanding stretch and felt your pussy tighten at a near painful degree he knew was for you, he was pulling out. A high-pitched, indignant noise left you at his loss and the sting from which he pulled himself from so abruptly, and he was quick to snag your ankle of the leg that wasn’t currently wounded by his tail when you tried to coercer him back to you. You paid no mind that perhaps he was completely coated in your cum and that his cock was not the same one you saw earlier – sans human skin and instead something probably a little more rigid and dangerous-looking and blue – but you really didn’t mind once more since you were fighting a fire for more stimulation.

You didn’t have to wait long either for it, Vergil finally broke out of his silence as a claw-tipped finger tapped onto your ankle bone and his voice was that same distortion from before that sent vibrations throughout the bed and you.

“I’ll have another, then after that I’ll have my way with you.”

Another? “What do you mean another – ACK –” you didn’t get to finish that question when Vergil used the hold he had on you to swiftly flip your body over, a yelp falling out of your mouth when he gripped your hips and positioned you in the way he wanted you. Said position was on your hands and knees with his tail holding your thigh lifting your one leg into the air slightly as a hand came up under you to splay over your lower abdomen to keep you balanced. Your fingers gripped into your sheets hard as the other clawed hand was clutching the thigh not currently suspended into the air and you felt a humid waft of air from his maw blow over your horribly exposed pussy. Your cheeks warmed as you realized the gravity of the situation.

Was he going to –

“For now, I’ll have a taste of what your dripping with.”

You didn’t get a chance to answer to that sinful statement, as for Vergil’s serpentine tongue was already slithering out of his jaws and taking one slow lick up your soaked folds. You were ashamed when your one leg placed onto the bed already starting shaking from it the action, though you couldn’t blame yourself too much since you were still sensitive from cumming mere minutes beforehand and that Vergil’s tongue was of that same ribbed exterior that day you felt him in your mouth. It felt like… God, you didn’t even know, but God it felt good. A shaky exhale left you as the grip on your thigh left to press down onto your lower back, the weight causing you to fall onto your elbows for the position to expose yourself more to his greedy tongue.

Vergil wasn’t one the beat around the bush you learned once he really set his mind to something, and that something at that time was eating your pussy out. If you had to explain it, it was as if your brain all but fried when the grooved tip on his tongue spread and pushed through your folds until the length of the appendage was wiggling up inside of your cunt and whatthefuck –

“Vergil, holy shit, your tongue –” you whimpered out the rest of your mumble as you leant down to pressed your face into your sheets.

The only answer you got was a hot exhale combined with a rumbling growl, his hands on your respective areas sluggishly beginning to rock you back and forth on his tongue. The noise that left you was something out of a hardcore porno, your sweaty forehead digging into the mattress as you felt each grooved lining on his organ run up against your walls and urging you to swing your hips back and forth, to and from his face. You did just that, moans and whines of all caliber falling desperately as you rolled yourself in intervals to get a feel for every dip and dart of his tongue against your soft insides.

You were already well on your way to falling for another orgasm when you started to push back against his face harder, your toes curling as he hitched your leg higher and a grunt escaping when you decided to clench and unclench around his tongue as much as you could. He picked up the pace in his swirling to taste every inch of your cunt and coat your walls with as much of his saliva as he could while he licked up the expanse of you. The knot behind your naval then felt heavier, your back arching further inwards as his grunts and growls kept up with your own moans and pants.

“Fuck, just like that. Keep go-going,” you paused as your knee on the bed started to shake more with the intensity building back up inside your cunt and your clit feeling pressurized even though nothing was arousing it that time, his tongue slithering up and inside your leaking cunt enough to push you towards your release. “It feels so good please… I’m gonna cum again.”

The response you got was a louder, eager grumble from deep within his chest, the claws he sported slightly pricking your flesh as the fleeting pinch of pain only added on to you doubling down into your orgasm. His tail coiled around your thigh tighter and the slicing tip was wriggling out into the air next to your skin, his eagerness showing his in subtle actions to get you to come on his tongue that time. And fuck, if you had spilled out all in your panties whenever he swiped that slick organ around your mouth and down your throat as he rocked his boner into you nearly a week ago, you would have no problem doing it for him then.

The force in which your hips were rocking back into his face was bordering on desperate as you were nearing your peak, your cunt already beginning spasm while he continued to literally tongue-fuck you. The hot huffs from his open maw grew louder and faster against your ass, the pulsing hums he was letting roll off his slick appendage vibrating the inside of you as you desperately clawed at the sheets while your back arched dangerously. You squealed and whined whenever his tongue slipped out of you for a brief moment to run the fat of it along the entire outer parts your pussy, starting with the tip teasing your clit in fast nudges, and the brute of it flattening itself along your folds to catch the fluids so keenly dripping out of your gaping opening.

When Vergil darted back inside your drenched cunt to swipe at your innermost wall faster and harder before, you were all but done. “Vergil!” was your last keening cry as his hand on your lower abdomen pushed up further into your guts, the coil holding your second release together snapping while he continued to tongue-fuck you through the entirety of your orgasm.

That time around your eyes crossed as your vision busted into a different world of colors, your pussy canal nearly acting like a bottle of wine losing its cork as you squirted out and around his tongue. A white-hot tingle shot from your cranial nerve down into your toes had you jerking and squirming about as your cunt trembled and clenched around his tongue for retribution. You didn’t mind too much you had embarrassingly squirted into his face, the evidence of so slipping past his mouth and dribbling onto the sheets next to your quivering knee as you fought to keep balance from the mind-blowing orgasm. Vergil didn’t mind at all, the groan leaving him downright sinful as he let his tongue slip out and wipe up any excess of your cum and fluid that had passed by his mouth. You were thankful for his hands still on your body holding you up and his tail began slowly lowering your other leg back onto the bed as he finished his licking to clean you up while your body shook and you fought back through clarity of from cumming so hard.

A sigh left you when you felt him pull away from your cunt, the body part throbbing excessively and so goddamn sensitive you were sure a single touch would have you reeling back into pleasure once more. It was hot and everything smelled like him as you tried to catch your breath through heaving once more, however your knees were beginning to slide outwards as your nerves were too wired to keep yourself together. You would’ve fallen down onto the bed if he hadn’t caught you by the hips while he angled you back upwards into the way he liked. His tail unfurled from your thigh, though the accessory wriggled around underneath where your abdomen was in slow strokes afterwards as its tip grazed along past your breasts and along your naval making you shudder.

It seemed he wasn’t about to waste any more time, his cock heavy with the need to just finally cum and have you the way he wanted.

Vergil didn’t give any warning that he was ready shove his cock back in you, the only way you knew from your position was when his bulked, scaled pelvis knocked into your ass and another loud exhale of hot air blew across your back. Granted he was slow as he eased into you, but that didn’t stop you from gasping at how fucking far he was stretching your insides that time by just only a few inches of him and your body was involuntarily sliding up forward away from him. The sheer sting was the cause of that reaction, as it nearly felt like his dick was expanding your pelvic bones entirely to accommodate room for him.

“Stay,” was the only word grumbled out from him at first, a hand skimming down your spine in an unspoken word of comfort. He let you wiggle around for a few moments until a long breath left you as you loosened up, and then he was sliding himself back all the way in, relishing in the way you immediately moaned and tightened up around him at the easy entrance. “So wet, so easy; almost like you were just made for this. Are you so desperate to please me that you’ll let me use you as I want?”

His words alone had you moaning again, the mere tone of them and the hissing edge they held letting you grip up harder on him and rock back into his hips, “Don’t act so high and mighty, earlier you were fighting to not lose control and now look at you.” Yeah you said in a fight to bite back at his words, but God if you didn’t feel like telling him to outright fuck you into the mattress or just fuck yourself back onto him because his dick was sitting fat and heavy inside of you and you desperately wanted to just move to let you feel the full brute of him rearranging your guts.

You knew you shouldn’t have pushed a feral Vergil, especially since earlier you had proclaimed you wanted him to fuck you until you were begging for relief and full of his cum because…

Fuck you he did.

You heard another snarling grunt from behind you, his hands tightening on your hips as he almost lethargically pulled his shaft out until his cockhead was kissing your folds and then with one quick snap he was seated back inside of you and setting himself in a maddening, torturous pace.

You had managed a choked moan from that, your breath being knocked out of you as you bounced back and forth from his steady, deep, somewhat slow movements as your ass smacked against his hardened, jutted hip bones. The noise of both of your bodies was incredibly obscene when you combined the sound your backside harshly slapping into his pelvis, while you could hear the squish of your pussy overwhelmed with your cum and fluids every time he pulled back far enough and diving back in.

It wasn’t enough though, the deep dives were gut-wrenching and had you gasping more than moaning but you knew it was his own form of punishment against you for your bratty behavior.

From the ferocity of his thrusts jolting your body, your words began to line in tune with each time he pushed into you and pulled out, “God Vergil – you’re – driving me – insane! Oh fuck… c’mon – fuck me – harder.”

His hand came down and smacked onto your ass, something he had never done before in the months you had been together, and you yelped from the sting as you fell back down onto your elbows. He kept one hand digging into your hip but the other was pushing your back farther into an arch for his cock to hit a new angle that almost made you drool. Once he got you there it was another deliberate pull out and snapping back into you as his hand glided around the press onto your lower abdomen –

OH.

Fuck.

Was that even possible? Shit, who cares it feels so good. So good that Vergil was groaning in a hiss as you squeezed him whenever you felt him bulge through the lower part of your body. His slick, hot tongue was lapping up your spine in a tease to taste the sweat lining your back before you felt him lower down near your ear to speak again.

“Tell me again what you want.”

Bastard. Though as he said that, he was literally beginning to give you what you really wanted.

Gone was the sluggish, deep strokes, in their place a faster speed making you bounce faster as he leant back up away from you. Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt another orgasm on the brink, your brain nearly blocking out what he had whispered into your ear as you started to just focus on the pleasure you were receiving. However, your lover wasn’t so merciful to let you off the hook.

Vergil’s hand came back down to slap at your ass again as you moaned from the newfound stimulation it gave, “Answer me, brat.”

Your eyes rolled back as you tried to buck your hips to fuck back into him, your nails beginning to claw into the sheets below you, “I – Mmm, I want –”

His tail was sliding up one of your thighs again, “What want? Speak clearly.”

His cock was hard and hot in you, “Shit – Vergil, please.”

His pace picked up, the headboard of the bed knocking obscenely loud into the wall rough enough to crack it, “Begging now? You should see yourself crying out for me like some whore,” the mattress shifted and in your peripheral vision you could see one of his clawed raptor-looking feet you usually laughed at come to balance himself on it, and then his tail was sliding up around your back, “You’re maddening.” His voice was teetering onto a fine, sharp edge, the movements of his ferocious thrusting becoming jagged as his resolve seemed to turn on him and you knew then he was getting close to cumming.

However because of Vergil’s newfound realization he was heading towards his own end, he found a means to better fuck you, or to better use you for both of your enjoyment.

His tail wrapped around your abdomen.

Your first instinct was to grab ahold of the accessory with one of your hands, a gasp falling out of you from how he coiled it around tight enough to keep you where he wanted you but not enough to hurt you. Your second instinct was to arch harder and then your third was to –

You didn’t give it much thought, because Vergil had decided to go from fucking you to using his tail to pull your body back and forth onto his cock in hurried movements, and –

“OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod,” you chanted out in a mewl of a babble, both of your hands gripping to the scaled appendage wrapped around you as it kept you in the position he wanted. Your brain was surely mush then, your cunt unclenching and clenching in a hasty fashion as the new pace and angle crossed your eyes and careened you down further into cumming all over his cock again.

Your cheek found itself pushed into your bed as he pressed you down further with a rough palm, his distorted voice then sounded more choked up and losing its composure, “You like this, don’t you? Being used like this by a demon?”

All of your sense and reasoning was out of the window, another harsh moan leaving you as you listened to him speak, “Mmmm, I love it!”

Vergil’s hold on your hips grew to bruising as he started to fuck back into your bouncing body while continuing to use his tail as leverage to pull you into him, an air of desperation about him while more grunts left him, “If you love it so much, tell me what you want me to do.”

You were about to cum, his dick stretching you out so much and slamming into practically your cervix as your nerves lit up and any discomfort from the rough treatment exploded into full-blown pleasure. He continued to hit that one spot that had you keening and your teeth biting into the sheet as well, hissing as your sounds grew louder and your pussy impossibly wet and tighter. He knew you were about to cum, and with that knowledge a rough fingertip was grazing across your swollen clit in a means to get you to finally unravel and screaming to him of what you wanted.

“Say it.”

The reaction was instantaneous, your muscles bunching up, eyes watering as the pressure in your cunt grew tenfold, his rough movements, and your rapidly approaching orgasm let the words flow freely from your mouth.

“Vergil, please, I want you to cum in me! Just –” a louder whine fell out of you when he pushed you down in retaliation for more of your pleas, struggling to take his hard thrusts as you finally felt yourself let go and felt your cunt gush and squeeze one last time as you rambled the rest of your begs in a high-pitched cry.

“More.”

“I’m yours, Vergil! Fuck me full of your cum… Mmf, breed me, Vergil!"

The answering snarl was devastating, his tail heaving you upwards onto your knees for your back to press against his scalding front side as his tongue slid back out of his mouth licking up the expanse of your throat until it found itself into your mouth. You eagerly accepted the crude mean as a replacement for a kiss, your eyes rolling back into your head as you sucked around the appendage and your hips sporadically jerked into his still thrusting cock as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. It was the same as before with your vision bursting into colors behind your eyelids and your frontal lobe feebly chasing that emotion of endorphins released into your veins as you came undone in front of him for the third time that night.

Your third release left you feeling spent and exhausted, legs quivering in their place as your moans fell into huffing noises with your body falling back onto the bed as Vergil hissed, snarled and groaned his way to finally giving you both what you asked for. The gush of air and new shadow expanding behind told you that his wings had unfurled, the last of his composure leaving him whenever he pushed back into you with a ferocious jab that cracked the wall above your bed and a long-uttering satisfied groan vibrated the entire room.

Your eyes spun back when you felt the warm spurts of his cum shoot inside of your awaiting cunt and literally stuff you full as a feeling of mild electrification prickled the hair on your body. It nearly felt as if he never was going to stop, the new heat in your pussy sliding down throughout the inside of you. You could feel the thick girth of the liquid passing through your cervix and into your womb as Vergil’s hips rocked slowly with each new spray into you until finally he came to a full stop with his cock sitting snugly inside of you to hold all of his cum in your cunt for the time being. His fingers flexed as they returned to both grasping your hips with a hissing exhale that you felt deep into your stomach, and meanwhile you tried to force your mind and body to leave that fucking high and try to at least find yourself into some clarity from probably the best fucking and orgasms you had ever felt.

It was a few moments of catching your breath and letting your heart calm down on both ends when Vergil slowly started to slide out of you, the full feeling in your lower abdomen leaving you like air slowly being let out of a balloon until his cockhead was kissing your folds. Vaguely you were aware of your cunt clenching and throbbing around nothing for the loss of him, your opening gaping as you felt the remains of what he fucked into you start to ooze out until he was pushing his dick back in with a slow roll to fuck his cum back into you. You whimpered as you clutched the sheets again, your insides entirely too sensitive and used for any other stimulation for that time while he continued until he was sure you were, indeed, fucked full.

“Easy.” Yeah okay, it was easy for him to say that since he was the one that didn’t get their pelvic region bottomed out.

Vergil granted you that break finally, his cock along with the whole of his body leaving after he was satisfied with his work. His tail unfurled from around you and the loss of what was the only thing that was holding you up on your useless legs caused you to almost fall into the mattress completely if it wasn’t for his arm wrapping up under your breasts to hold until you both fell onto the bed together.

His human arm.

That static in the air was gone, the feeling of like you were on the cusp of being shocked gone while the heat in the room began to dissipate into the normal temperature of the shop. The back of your head found a spot onto his shoulder while your legs entwined with one and another’s as you continued still to calm your heaving down while Vergil’s thumb stroked a gentle pass on your sternum. His breathing seemed to notch back down after he left his triggered form and buried his nose into your hair, but the deep inhales and exhales were signs he was too still suffering from the aftermath.

Briefly, you wondered when the last time he had sex was. Then you decided that from his feral behavior: a long time ago.

“Your pulse is still racing,” he spoke after a while of you both staring up at the dark ceiling, voice slightly croaky and out of breath.

Gee, I wonder why. You threw up a hand and let it fall onto his chest in a gentle tap, “Well I mean, I did just get the shit fucked out of me. And I think you literally might’ve shifted the bones in my pelvis and hips around.”

The back of his hand came up to wipe at the sweat on your forehead, “…I apologize if I caused you any discomfort,” he mumbled into your hair, almost so quietly that you nearly missed it.

The first thing you said was a tease, “Vergil? Apologizing? If pussy gets you like this then we should’ve done this sooner.”

He pinched your nipple.

You squealed and wiggled against him until he let up, his hand returning to sit at your sternum, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!”

“Brat.”

You sighed as you really thought about his words; was he honestly thinking you might’ve not liked it after you begged him for it? Sure you probably would be bowlegged the next day, and yeah he literally cracked the wall and nearly broke the headboard and clawed the Hell out of it, and okay maybe you would have some little bruises on your hips where he held you, but he was being foolish to think you didn’t want it. You had wanted him physically like that for a long time aside to having him emotionally and mentally, and it was even better than you imagined for a man who looked like he’d rather eat dirt than have any physical contact with people.

It’s always the quiet ones.

You didn’t like it, you loved it.

“You didn’t hurt me, at least not in the way I might’ve wanted,” you eventually answered, feeling an amused huff blew into your hair. He didn’t answer you after that, the silence stretching between you two as you finally calmed down enough and came to your senses – your senses being bothering him as much as you could. His face was still buried into your hair whenever your usual annoying antics came back as you both basked in that post-coital bliss.

“I have a serious question.”

Vergil only grunted.

“Soo, I noticed before that when you triggered before that you couldn’t actually see your dick in that form. Does it, y’know, have its own little sheathe?” ‘Little’ was probably an understatement.

He was still for a few moments until you felt the bed shift and his body move away until you were given sight to him leaning up over you and staring down at you with the blankest face you had ever seen on the man. Vergil’s hair had fallen from its usual slicked back fashion, a feat you only got to saw when he slept for the night and when it was wet, and the silver of his eyes were barely visible through the white-grey strands but you could still feel the brute of his piercing stare.

Vergil only stared down at you.

“I’m being serious, but if you don’t wanna answer you don’t have to. Probably a sensitive topic since you can’t literally cockfight Dante in that form like you two normally do.”

You watched his eyes narrow.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s true.”

Evidently he had enough of your little prattle, his body moving way too swiftly for someone that just had sex so roughly as he rolled himself on top and pinched both of your cheeks between his fingers.

“You have no filter, do you? You just spout whatever comes to mind that you can use to demean me in your own childish way.”

“Mmmsorry, ow!”

His hips wormed their way in-between your thighs once more, your lower abdomen curling at the feeling, “Perhaps I should find better ways to keep your mouth occupied.”

“Is that a dig at wanting a blowjob?”

A hum left him and you jolted when you felt the press of his cock against your clit, a pleading gasp falling from your squished cheeks as you bucked against him, “Not exactly, I quite like it when you’re begging.”

He wasn’t… Already?! “Again?”

Vergil’s hands left your face and one was already curling around your thigh to hitch it around his hip as the other balanced onto the mattress next to you, one of his rare, devilish smirks on his face as he watched you grow flustered, “Again.”

A gasp mixed together with a moan fell out of you when he slid back inside of your still warm and wet cunt with absolutely no problems, your hands coming up to clutch at his forearms as he started off into a slow grind for the second round. Another hum rumbled deep from within his chest as he bent down and languidly kissed you when you started to sigh from the gentle movements, only breaking off the lip lock to mumble his new resolve against your mouth.

“After all, weren’t you the one that said you wanted yourself full of me until you were begging for relief?”

Honestly, you really should’ve expected your first time having sex with Vergil would end up like that.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

a list of "beautiful" words for may

to try to include in your next poem/story

Alpestrine - growing at high elevations but not above the timber line

Breloque - a seal or charm for a watch chain

Cairngorm - a light-colored, usually yellowish smoky quartz that is used as a gemstone

Dactylogram - an impression taken from a finger

Electuary - confection

Fiduciary - held or founded in trust or confidence

Gasconade - bravado, boasting

Heliacal - relating to or near the sun—used especially of the last setting of a star before and its first rising after invisibility due to conjunction with the sun

Intenerate - to make tender; soften

Interamnian - situated between or enclosed by rivers

Jactance - vainglorious boasting

Kermesse - a fair held usually for charitable purposes

Latria - the supreme homage that is given to God alone

Melopoeia - melody

Nepenthe - a potion used by the ancients to induce forgetfulness of pain or sorrow; something capable of causing oblivion of grief or suffering

Obtenebrate - to darken by or as if by shadowing

Phaeism - incomplete melanism in a butterfly

Retroussé - turned up

Serein - mist or fine rain falling from an apparently clear sky

Ustulation - the action of burning or searing

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updated: 08.03.25

⚯ ͛ smut

Ustulation (✘): in wich mattheo knew that the best way to piss off his quidditch rival was to fuck his girlfriend. (@riddleshire)

Is That Right? (❤✘): both your parents had set up an arranged marriage. you both simply tolerated it for the most part, as it really was in the best interest for your respective families. over the year, you started to really develop feelings for each other - especially in wanting to expand the family name. (@peachigummi)

Finally! (❤✘): just silly little roommates, that "hate" each other. one of pansy's infamous drinks help loosen things up during slytherin game night. (@peachigummi)

Azúcar (✘): inspired by baby by madison beer. (@prythiansprincess)

Slow Down! (✘): Mattheo’s got a little crush on you, but you keep running away every time he tries talking to you! (@leona-hawthorne)

Focus On Me (✘): riding Mattheo's abs. (@prythiansprincess)

'Till We Turn To Bone (❤✘): an unwanted reunion with your cheating ex forces Mattheo and you, his best friend, to confront your feelings for each other. (@acourtofchaos)

[graciedollie]

SITTING. ON. GRAYSON. FACE.

🛏️

Ustulation

pair: grayson x fem!reader

summary: you ride your wife’s face at the asscrack of the morning. that’s the whole thing.

warnings: 18+ content, brief mention of ab grinding, face-sitting (r! receiving), mentions of nicknames, porn with little plot tbh, just a little drabble🫣

a/n: FUCK ILY FOR THIS ANON !!!

The sun only began to rise over the glorious residence of Piltover, casting a beautiful orange hue over the standing towers. Your eyes fluttered as the warm light gazed over your eyelids, causing you to squint slightly before turning off to face your wife.

god she look so beautiful like this. her eyes shut, perfectly sculpted nose buried in the soft pillows, lips parted slightly with snores seeking through and her cheek puffing up slightly due to her head being buried in the pillow. Your hand caressed over her cheek gently as a soft smile ghosted over your lips, appreciating these little moments.

Her eyes fluttered open at the gentle touch of you, admiring you with her bleary gaze from waking up. A small chuckle slipped from her lips as she scooted closer to you, peppering a soft kiss to your cheek.

“well good morning sheriff…” you teased as you giggled at the soft kisses she left on your cheek, earning a low chuckle from her. “good morning to you too, angel…” you always loved the way she called you precious names that made your heart flutter. You both locked eyes with each other, sharing a warm smile as you both intertwined your bodies together.

“waking up to this makes me wish i didn’t have to leave so early all the time..” she murmured lowly with her usual husky voice, the voice that you loved so dearly and never got tired of. A small pout tugged at your lips as you knew that, eventually, she’d have to leave to do her respected duties. “Yeah, I know…”

“but i know the perfect way to make the morning better…”

oh you definitely loved moment like these.

Your lips collided with hers as her calloused hands gently cupped your face, pulling you closer into the feverish kiss—tongue intertwining together as the air became tense around the two of you. Heavy breathing and low moans were heard from the two of you as you both felt that fiery warmth burn in your tummy; only wanting, no, needing each other more.

Grayson pulled away briefly to gaze at the way your hooded eyes gazed into hers before diving between your neck, attacking the delicate skin with hungry kisses and leaving little bites, earning soft gasps and shaky moans from you. Her hand left your face to roam over your body before landing on your hips, flipping you over to straddle her stomach as she continued to attack your neck.

Your mind started to cloud with the building ecstasy in your body, subconsciously grinding your clothed cunt against the ridges of her abs—loving the way how each movement made your clit throb with need. Whines and low moans fell from your lips as you started to grind faster, gradually reaching that edge before your wife stopped you.

“So soon, love?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle breathlessly at the teasing words, looking down at her as you took in the way her eyes glinted with a hungry, but loving gaze. “oh hush, Gray…just got carried away..”

Her hands rubbed over your hips as she helped you started to grind slightly harder on her abs, feeling the way your slick started to deep through the flimsy fabric. Your eyes fluttered with bliss as your lips parted with shaky breaths, relishing in all the sweet praises she flew your way.

“god im so lucky to have you”

“so pretty like this, angel..”

“you’re doing so good for me, love”

“feels good? ohhh, i know, baby…i know.”

It didn’t take longer for that knot in your stomach to tighten even more, almost snapping. You felt like you were in paradise before she stopped you again, giving your hip a gentle pat as you whined at the lost friction. “Graysonnnn…”

“Calm down, love…c’mon, want you to ride my face..”

She didn’t have to tell you twice to do what she said. You were on that like flies on shit IMMEDIATELY.

She helped you gently slip off your soaked panties as you hovered over her face, tossing them away somewhere you both didn’t care. Her hands rubbed over your inner thighs gently as you slowly lowered yourself to her eager mouth, moaning softly as she licked a long stride up your slit to your clit—circling the sensitive bud with her velvety tongue.

Your hips slowly started to roll against her mouth as she worked your pussy with eagerness, but also took her time savoring you. Her eyes gazed up at you with a dazed look as your own dazed gaze met hers, relishing how she held the contact between the two of you. The way your name rolled off her tongue with a shaky whine in between made her own clit throb with need, but she knew her sweet girl would take care of it.

Grayson moans sent shivers up your spine, feeling your thighs jerk at the added sensation. You twined your fingers in the coils of her hair as your head fell back with moans freely leaving your mouths, letting her name roll off your tongue like a prayer. She moved one hand from her hand from your thigh to slip two fingers in you, relishing in the way your walls pulsed around her digits—nearly sucking her in whenever she pulled back. Your hips stuttered at the addition of her fingers with a wanton moan escaping you, tugging at her slightly.

She wrapped her lips around your aching clit as she lapped over it with rapid, but steady strokes of her tongue. Her fingers pumped faster inside of you as she knew you were getting closer and closer to that edge with that way you tightened around her and noises became louder. With a couple more pumps of her fingers and a firm suckle at your clit, you came crashing down in all of your glory. Your thighs trembled alongside her head as your mind swirled with the buzzing sensation of the orgasm.

Grayson continued to suckle at your sensitive clit and pump her fingers before you started to whine about how it was too much, so she let her sweet girl be. You shuffled yourself off her mouth and on abs again, jerking at the brief contact as you were still sensitive. Your chest heaved heavily with each breath you took, feeling how your body felt with the afterglow.

“you ok, love?”

you gave her a brief nod with a breathless giggle slipping from your lips, “yeah…’m fine.” She chuckled at your tired smile before she raised her brows as you slowly sauntered between her thighs, hooking your fingers into the hem of her briefs.

mornings were definitely your favorite🎀

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[yakuza4you]

ustulation; a burning lust 𖥔 ݁ ˖

彡 : ̗̀➛ content tags/warnings: MENTION OF CHEATING!! majority smut, on the border of cnc, mirror sex, breeding kink, use of makeup in a sexual way, spanking, hint of bdsm, dacryphilla, perverted behavior, throat fucking, creampie, might've missed one or two? lmk

彡 : ̗̀➛ characters: kiryu kazuma (vague mentions), majima goro

彡 : ̗̀➛ relationship: majima goro x reader

彡 : ̗̀➛ a/n: sorry if i misinterpreted majimas accent!! also, i don't write this every time, but when I say something about "majimas eyes ___" I mean his eye and his eyepatch I just don't want to have to mention that every time.. 😭 I changed the plot mid writing so if it seems patchy, that's whyyy!! anyways, enjoyaa

While smearing the lip stick applicator across my lips, my phone buzzes next to me. Taking only one quick glance at it, a message notification pops up shortly after the buzz. The notification covers the background consisting of me and my boyfriend; Majima Goro.

My stomach twinges seeing the background. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to this hangout.

- decided to leave early, wanted to grab the food beforehand, we will be waiting for you to get here at 7:00 tho like we agreed, dw

Quickly rushing to respond to the group chat, I drop my lipstick gently as possible before typing on my cellphone,

- okay, ill be on time, i swear haha

My friends had planned out a hangout, considering how long it had been since the last one. Also, considering how late I was last time, I gave myself 2½ hours this time around to get ready. Not saying they were upset at me for being late, but a little annoyed.

Finishing up my makeup with the last layer of lipstick, I click the cap back on and shuffle it into one of the drawers of my vanity dresser. I give myself a look of approval in the mirror, making faces at myself in admiration.

"Whatcha doing, pretty?" His sudden appearance causes me to snap out of my own trance, his hands wrapping around my waist and a warmth cradling my backside closely.

While he waits for a response, Majima also takes a look at my face. Bringing two fingers up to my lips, he smears them across my bottom lip. I contest by trying to pry them off, groaning at him, making a mess out of my freshly applied makeup.

"Just getting ready for the night out that my friends planned." I moan annoyed, pulling the lipstick out of my drawer again. Continuing to look at myself, I could feel his eyes glare over the dress I had planned to wear for the night. Majimas hands inching further down, examining the tight fabric.

"Ya tryna get attention that's not from me tonight?" His tone is strained, voice leaking of jealousy. I gasp from the sudden intrusion of his fingers, finding way through the designed holes at the sides of my dress before snapping them back out of the holes.

"Majima, stop being annoying. I only have 30 minutes until I have to go." I try to remove his hands off of my hips, but they dont budge. "Aren't you meeting with Kiryu soon anyway?" My tone drops, my head lowering into my chest as my boyfriend presses more into me. Not like Kiryu was going to be there anyway.

"Naw, I couldn't give a shit." His lips meet my neck, lips slightly chapped as the sharp edges of his lips bring slight discomfort with each kiss.

Trying to resist him, I attempt to push him away but to avail. I know I want this. I just can't disappoint my friends again.

My face is forcefully turnt to the side, my lips evaded by his own. The deep red pigmentation from my lips transfers to his through the kiss.

"Ya really tryna say no to yer boyfriend, hm?" Majima mutters in between kisses, his lips softening from his own saliva. His gloved hands travel down my thighs and up into the dress. He pushes my pelvis flush against the dresser with his from behind, one of his hands leaving from under the fabric and to my chin.

"That's it, princess." Hearing another ping from my phone, I flip it over without looking and begin to bask in his touch. My lace panties are exposed as he rolls up my dress over my ass.

"No fucking way ya were leaving the house with my favorite pair on?" Majima laughs, groping at my ass. He gets a kick outta this, delivering a smack to my flesh.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." I whine out, the sting lingering right after contact. I grip the dresser beneath me, my face clenching up from the pain.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty girl. Sorry what?" Another smack hits my ass, doesn't help that he's still wearing his gloves too.

"'m sorry, Goro. Won't happen again." Nothing but a weak whimper leaves my lips, slightly incoherent from the pain. My demonear changing within a second just from his few actions.

Desperately, I try pleading with him, "Please, please, please." Not even knowing what I'm begging for anymore.

My eyes meet Majimas deep brown ones in the mirror, his head buried into the crook of my neck. Soft grunts slip between his lips, his hands exploring every inch of my body.

One by one, the straps of my dress are pulled off my shoulders. As only my boobs hold it up, his eyes watch in the mirror. A hardness forming up against my ass, Majima moaning at the perverted sight alone.

The way the leather fabric rubbed against my skin, the way his caressed up and down my shoulders, peeling the dressing slowly down. I'm left in only my black lace bra & pantie matching set; his favorite to see me wear, but it wasn't for him tonight.

"Who were ya wearing these for, hm?" This time, Majima talks to me as if I were an enemy. His voice dripping of that blood thirsty seriousness. My eyes glue onto his, not able to look away as if he's killing me with just his eyes alone through the mirror.

I shake my head 'No' as a response, my throat too tight to speak correctly. The sound of leather hits the ground, his jacket.

Next, the sound of his belt clicks. Pulling it through the loops with one hand before tossing it as well. "Get on ya knees and face me, sweets."

Immediately, I do as he says by uncomfortably shifting to face him and groaning, my knees painfully hitting the hard floors. I palm at the tent in his pants, asking for forgiveness, assuming that he had caught on.

"Who? Better to be honest with me now, cause I already know." As soon as I hear those words, my heart drops to my ass, my movement slowing. Avoiding eye contact from him, goosebumps cover my now pale skin. "I'm gunna fuck you until I get ya to say it yourself." My cheek is greeted with a burning sensation, in result of a slap to it.

Taking my hands into his, I'm guided through the action of unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down. Majima wearing nothing underneath the pants. Scooping his dick into his fist, beginning to pump it on my lips. Barely kissing the tip with each stroke.

"Apply some of that expensive lipstick of yers again. Mark me up, I wanna see red pigmentation mixed into yer slobber by the time 'm done fucking yer throat." Already swiping the tube off my dresser, tossing it into my hands. I paint another fresh layer onto my mouth, sobbing at the situation I got myself into. Tossing it away from me, I slowly meet his eyes again, pursuing my lips together in a pouting manner.

Holding myself up hy his thighs, I obediently grab onto the base of his cock, placing a wet kiss to it. Looking at my artwork left behind as I pulled away. Hesitantly, I carefully wrap my lips around his girth, earning myself a moan of approval above me. Fuck, he's so thick. My mouth fills surprisingly quickly.

Majima follows my lips with his eyes, pleasingly enjoying how well the lipstick stains his dick. His head rolls back from the sight, the reaction causing him to twitch in my mouth. I swallow more of him down my throat, his pubic hair tickling my nose now. Struggling for air, every time I breathe through my nose, my throat tightens around him.

Resisting the urge to gag, water builds up in the corner of my eyes, picking up any eyeliner I applied earlier. Majima grabs fistfuls of my hair, starting to thrust into my soft mouth as if it were his own pocket pussy.

Using my struggle to breathe to his advantage, he purposefully goes deeper into my throat so I involuntarily breathe in. My eyes begin to blur from the strain; the first tear accompanied by many more to come, falling down my reddened cheek and rolling off of my puffy lips.

"This isn't a punishment, baby. I jus' wanna make sure ya know that I won't let my pretty girl slut 'erself around and get away with it." The sting of his words causes my eyes to flood with tears. I begin to have waterworks, feeling bad for myself, for even thinking I was even going to be dishonest to my boyfriend tonight.

Majima pets my head, mocking my own face by pouting himself. Spit bubbles leak out of the corners of my mouth, my lipstick practically gone and now all over his cock. His face contorts over the pain I'm in, coercing him over the edge.

He jerks forward, both of my air ways covered by him fucking my throat and his pubic hair up against my nose. Majima gasps, squeezing his eyes shut as his warm cum coats the back of my mouth.

Already knowing what he wants, I force myself to swallow it all down. His cum a salty savory flavor that attacks my taste buds as it goes down smoothly. A ring of red pigmentation builds up around the base of his cock, where my lips are resting.

As I feel his hands loosen its grip in my hair, his dick leaves my mouth in one swift pull out. Majima rubs himself, dropping any remaining cum off onto my face. His dick is left a glistening mess, stained rings of a washed red color decorating it.

"I'm not done with ya, pretty girl." He pants, one of his hands cupping my cheek as he squeezes it. Aggressively, I'm pulled off of my feet and put in the same position as I started in; facing the mirror with my pelvis pressed firmly against the vanity dresser.

I feel Majimas dick hard against my ass, pushing into the plush flesh. The way he hovers slightly over me, the height difference prominent. Oh my god. While trying to hide my embarrassed face, I forget about the mirror in front of me, allowing Majima to see every movement of my front side.

"Look at me, sweets." He speaks into the reflection, searching for my eyes within it. Getting the encourage to look up, he catches me off guard, holding my face into the mirror. My mouth gets no rest, now sucking onto his two fingers. The leather taste heavy on my tongue.

As he has me distracted, my panties are pulled down my legs eagerly. His dick teases my sobbing cunt before pushing himself inside. While mumbling random pleas incoherently, his pace begins with a quick snap of his hips. He continues to hold my face straight, watching my face react to his brutal pace.

"Look at how I make ya feel, pretty. How could ya forget to the extent ya'd wanna go out with somebody else?" He snickers, giving my ass a rough smack, not bothering to soothe it afterward. I cry out, accidentally biting down onto his fingers. Any attempt at speaking is muffled, I'm left completely at his disposal.

I'm slightly elevated from how tall he is, having to stand on my tippy toes in order for him to properly fuck me. Majima holds me up with his free hand by my hip easily to give him better access.

The edge of the dresser pushing into my stomach uncomfortably, adding to the overall pleasure, oddly enough. Majima continues to play with my mouth, saliva coating his glove as he shoves his fingers down my tired throat.

Every thrust from him sends a burning shock into my ass, bruises beginning to form from how much trauma it has endured in short time. My cries out please him instead of concern him, taking them as a sign to keep going.

His eyes stay locked onto mine while he claims me. As my legs begin to give out from under me, he finally gives my mouth a break in order to hold me up with all of his support. My legs involuntarily kick up, my body being held up by just him now.

"I'm so... close, Majima." I manage to speak coherently, warning him that I'm about to cum. His pace grows uncoordinated and untamed. The way his face buries itself into the crook of my neck, his grip on my hips tightening. He is too.

"Gonna fill ya up. Don't care if ya want it or not." He sighs out into my skin, creating a moist patch on my neck. My eyes sting from how much I've cried, my face flush from how badly I wanted to cum. Mind turning into mush, all I could think was about squeezing around his cock as I came.

The coil in my stomach burst, sending waves of euphoria down my body. I involuntarily froze, my cunt squeezing around my boyfriends cock. Everything become hot in a flash as my cum coated him. My orgasm didn't stop there because he didn't stop his pace.

Majima continued to chase his high, groaning from how tight I had gotten around him. Warm liquid lubricated my cunt even more, making it easier for him to easily slide in and out of me.

Spontaneously, one last thrust was given to me. This time, he held himself deep inside of me, making sure to release all of his cum inside of me. The overstimulation from already having an orgasm causes me to tremor, eyes blurring out from the extra euphoria. Majima latches onto my neck, messly kissing all over it.

Just before he finished, he pulled out of me, releasing his last few drops of cum at the entrance of my now dripping cunt. Gently letting me back down, he makes sure I have my balance before backing up to take a look at his work.

"Such a pretty pussy, all mine too." Majima bites one of his fingers, pulling his glove off before sliding it down my cunt. His finger enters me, finger fucking his cum into me to make sure it all stays in. "Ya understand now, sweets? If ya feel like ya ain't getting enough from me, just ask, baby."

Turning me around, he pulls my twisted panties from my ankles back up. Our cum mixed together pools in them, the feeling uncomfortable to adjust to. Majima examines my makeup ruined face, lightly tapping my cheek before placing a kiss on my lips.

Still feeling some guilt, I try to make light of the situation, "Since I'm almost an hour late now, I guess I couldn't go anyways." I laugh it off, wiping partially dried tears off of my eyes. He takes the time to button his pants up before giving me a smug laugh.

He grabs my makeup wipes and telling me to hold still before helping me clean my face. I grab his wrist, leaning into his touch as I hold eye contact with him the whole time. Never again am I pulling a dumb stunt like that again.

"But, really? Kiryu? Ya could've picked any other better option. I don't even think I'm mad. He's that bad of one." Majima snarkly comments on my choices, trying not to rub too much alcohol into the wound. A long night of talking was ahead of us.

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crds to @cafekitsune for the dividers!

[gildui]

wip — ustulation; oneshot , knight/squire , more scraps sorry! 18+ gore!

You keep your position at Ghost's back, blinking at the peeling paint of his shield. The red cross stares back at you. Memento mori. A reminder; you will die. Now that you've seen what it could do—

(—ripping through skin and sinew alike. Ghost's aim spot-on as he hefts his shield in a clean arc and aims for the man's neck—Teeth bared. A mangy mutt, your knight. Unused to the attention you lavish him with. "F'r the throat, runt," he always reminds you, "Go on. Take m'breath away"—

The sound is grotesque. A sickening crunch suspended in gelid air next to the malaise pocketing itself deep in your chest.

His quarry—gargantuan Austrian oaf adorned with an executioner's hood, insipid and tactless, who'd forgone an honourable exchange of combat in favour of you, the squire—gurgles on the blood pooling within his larynx, armour-clad hand reaching for ruined flesh. Memento mori, you'd spit if bile wasn't searing the back of your throat and forcing you to roll to your hands and knees, dryheaving in the bloodied snow. A hellion, Ghost would affectionately call you in retaliation.

The shield's blunt edge does not strike true upon the first hit. Nor does it the second. But Ghost's face is well-hidden beneath his heaume, and his grimace—if there were one—is long dead and buried.

"Keep up," is all Ghost offers you instead. His behemoth figure bends down not to procure a hand but to reclaim his sword and shield, flicking gore from the blade then wiping it down with the holy mantle adorning his behemoth chest. Total desecration.)—

Meaningless, you think.

[ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks]

Part 3 Billy Hargrove ff yall!!!

First of all I hope you enjoyed the last parts I actually found it very difficult to write something after years. But well I'll eventually get the hang again!

Minors shoo or I'm grounding you and taking your phone for the next month!

Warnings: legit we jump to spice, getting down to the pop hoping very soon. Smut, degrading, praising, spit, spanking, ummmm choking what else mhhh biting? Cause hell yehhh. Basically the entire sex education part involved. P in V and shit 🫡.

Reader is again fem, if you wish for a different ff with gender neutral ya let me know but I'll suck at that tbh.

Cause I need more than my imagination.

Groaning he smacks your thighs about to scold you, when a moan left your lips. Causing his mouth to hang open and yours shutting tightly.

"Fuck Doll, did you like that?" He asks his hand rubbing the spot he smacked, you cover your mouth with your hands nodding hesitantly.

"Damn..." is all that leaves his swollen lips, the way he looked up at you, his eyes glistening with excitement and pure ustulation(using big words everyone, take a break from this 'sin' and look it up), maybe a little love and adoration you didn't seem to notice. "So...you're into smacking?"

"I don't know..I never...'tried" you say putting up air quotes.

"Mh how about this, I go down on you, eat this sweet pussy and then I put you on all fours and spank you?" He asked with a snarly smirk, expecting a no and a hard rejection only for your foot to press against his crotch.

"Yeah? Think you can last longer this time, bitch?" (Ueiseisbsisj I love this) you tease as he glares up at you slightly.

"Wanna make a bet who'll cum first if we 69? Cause I'm sure I'd win"

"Pff, yeah right! I'd rather you go down on me instead. I mean I already made you cum if you cum twice in a row it's a bit unfair-" you snort a laugh as he yanks you to the edge of the bed, your thighs on his shoulders. Before he bites your thighs hard.

"Gonna make you cum so hard doll, you won't even know what hit you" and fuck was he right.

Not even the first few flicks of his tounge against your clit, up your slit and back down, had you arching your back moaning and whimpering loudly. Fingers lost in his curls and tugging gently.

"Ah Fuck Billy-" you gasp as he sucks your clit, his fingers teasing at your hole.

"Want more?" He asks and you could hear his breathy chuckle and smirk as he asked, his index finger and middle spreading your labia.

"Gonna have to use your words Darling or I'm stopping."

You whine as you thrust your hips into his smirk, "Please Billy"

"Nah not Billy, Love"

A heavy groan of frustration pass your lips as he stops his hands and kisses.

"FUCK my god you're an annoying fuck, please B- Sir, I want to cum on your tounge and fingers...fuck okay please jeez I'm so frustrated!"

"You know What? Fuck that, get on your knees, face down."

"What? why?!" Feeling devastated he didn't go down on you.

"But I wanna know what it's like!"

"To bad, you're getting fucked. Maybe if you're good I'll go down on you after you cum on my cock."

Rolling over you wiggle up, on your knees at the edge of the bed, your hands digging into the sheets, face turned to look over your shoulder. He gazed down at you his hands traveling over your hips, to your waist, onto your back, pushing gently to help arch it further.

"Keep it like that"

Nodding you shiver, his hands slipping onto your ass, a hard slap hitting your cheek, earning a gasp.

"Yeah, you like that?"

"Mh yes.."

Billy smiles, his hand traveling up your thighs, his fingers gently pushing into you, thrusting hard, harder than expected.

"Ahh fuckk~" a muffled groan came from Billy, glancing over your shoulder he was so focused. Biting his bottom lip, brows knitted together, his eyes flicker over your body, every flinch and shiver now engraved into his mind. The slow squelching sound that started to grow with every single thrust of his fingers. His palm slapping against your clit somehow. A laugh erupted from behind you.

"Holy shit, I could just fuck you right now. I mean with how wet you are I'd slip in no issues at all! Shit babe I might" you could hear the temptation bubbling in his voice.

"Shit...maybe I should... would probably give your pussy a nice stretch" the way you felt yourself clench around his fingers.

"Mh please...."

"What was that? I didn't quite catch that"

"Fuck...please fuck me..stretch me out"

"Mhhh shit" groaning he smacked you again, your ass burning at how hard he slapped you.

"Want me to fuck you without preparation? Fucking slut"

Flinching when he pressed up against you, his dick stroking up and down your slit, catching at your clit which made you jolt, pushing up back into him which made him hiss slow curses.

"Fucking shit....Great- damn..you drive me crazy" sighing, he pushed his tip in between your inner labia, gently taking his sweet ass time as he pushes further into you. Slipping past the first tight ring which made you moan, gripping at his thigh.

"Wait ahh...fuck Billy it hurts"

"Mh shit love, I'm sorry...I won't move...gonna let you get used to it real good....fuck, this pussy is so good Doll...I think I wanna do this everyday...or every damn second of the day, wanna keep being buried in your cunt....hm"

Taking deep breaths you slowly grind back into him, wanting more, you whine as he doesn't move, letting you slowly back into him, pushing inch after inch into you. Billy just groans as he watches the way you swallow him, your swollen clit brushing against his balls by now. A satisfied sigh leaving you as he grips your hips.

"Sh-Shit...did you just fuck back into me? Even thou this is our first time? You just straight up did the work." He laughs a bit teasing you. "Wanna ride it? So you can do it for me? I don't mind lazing around if you're into that"

You groan, glancing over your shoulder.

"Will you just fuck me already?"

"Impatient. Like always. Okay I'll fuck you, but let me warn you, the next day you'll be limping" you were about to scoff before he started to slam into you.

The loud yelp that left you when he imidiatly went for hard, fast and deep wasn't really helping.

You expected it to hurt, it honestly did a little bit. Your cervix was probably gonna end uo bruised but the pain made the pleasure feel twice as intense.

"Ah holy shit Billy...wait!"

"Nuh uh. Gonna fuck you good...."

You can't do anything but moan and whine and grip the fabric below you as he drills into you. Every vein started to drag against your walls. Never did you think you could feel all the details from inside, I mean it's unbelievable but it turned you on more.

They way you started to grow wetter with every detail that you started to feel with every drag out.

Moans falling off your tounge as he slowed down watching the way you seemed to enjoy it more.

He spanked you as he dragged himself out, painfully slow. All the veins, curves and more now you felt more intensely than before.

"Mh what's up with you? You're even more wet and I don't think it's how I'm fucking you.....what is it?"

"Oh...ah I can feel every damn thing...shit every detail of your dick...I can feel it with my walls...Billy this turns me on so much..."

He pulls out before gently flipping you over, lifting you so you're laying with your head in the pillow before he placed another one under your back. Lifting your legs around his waist he slowly sinks back in. Holding eye contact like his live depended on it. He never cared about doing it slow, or whatever, but with you he wanted you to feel all the pleasure. If he didn't cum it done don't matter then.

He set a slow pace, watching the way your eyes fluttered shut, he bend over you kissing your neck gently. Hands kneading your chest.

"Mh Bill....this feels great..."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Good cause I think I'll manage to cum like this...."

Sweat started to form on both of your bodies. Eyes stuck in a deep gaze. Lips gently and softly but also roughly leaving marks over one another's bodies. Soft hand digging against his back, rougher hands pushing you waist up into a bigger arch. Your g spot getting stimulated by every push and drag at this angle. And your clit grinded against his abdomen. The way his hand wrapped around your neck slowly, a slight pressure against your air pipes making you throb. Or the fact he let his spit dribble into your mouth or over your chest. Was it nasty..was it hot...pure sex steamed off of him no matter what he did.

Billy buried his face into your neck.

"Gosh...you feel so damn good...."

"Can you please move a little more..need it"

he sat back up his hand finding your clit which made you jolt. Moans starting to grow louder and pick up in pace when he started to pick up in speed..

His thrusts became sloppy and the sound he released where fucking heavenly. You could cum just from his moans and groans.

"Shit gonna fill this cunt..."

You feel your head fall back, you body starting to tense slowly, you hips bucking.

"Shit...Billy"

"I know..." he mumbles as he grabs your hips lifting them further as he suddenly went back to his drilling. And shit that did it for you. You cam undone but he kept going. Groaning and biting his lip hard when you started to pulse around him.

It felt damn good but he needed to see you come once more.

He kept thrusting and pushing, you ended up a trembling mess, legs barely holding up as he pistons into you.

The sounds he let out when he finally edged closer to his own orgasm were fucking pornographic. Never did you think that you were into it but as soon as sounded like that you climaxed again. Hard. Like crazy hard.

You're entire body seemed to spasm underneath him the same way your pussy did and he lost it. He delivered a few more hard, deep thrusts as he came. He saw fucking stars. Which was a first. The way he gazed gazed down at you ones he was done, still bucking his hips at the pleasure as he collapsed over you.

"Billy?" You ask after catching your breath.

"Yeah..just gimme a minute..."

You did, playing with his hair till you realize he was starting to fall asleep.

"Billy?" You ask nudging him.

"....at least pull out...and get under the blanket" he groaned slightly as he moved gently flopping next to you, pulling the blankets up, stretching his legs before he grabbed you by the waist and gently kissed your face.

"Never felt this tired after sex...before..."

"Well lucky me.."

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Yall this was rushed okay, I might write it longer in the future but honestly I'm to lazy to do it right rn. And I don't got any inspiration rn. I promise I'll figure this out. And write better spice.

[prettybugsinbandages]

Cassette III

General Warning. Darker short story. Proceed with caution.

“Have you seen me?”

You probably have.

On every street corner, my eyes follow you—lidded, intense.

I’m dressed my best, smile flawless.

Pretty. Charming.

A look that makes your heart race.

When we lock eyes, you swear there’s a spark.

You smile—or try to—but it’s weak, shaky. Uncommitted.

Your palms grow clammy. Eventually, you tear your gaze away.

Do you think I’m pretty?

Cowardly.

And I know it—afraid of a consequence that will never come.

Does your breath still catch when you remember how I felt?

Your hands, spread across my hips and stomach—

Was it erotic? Or reverent?

You gripped me so tightly, fingers red with emotion,

the plush of my skin turning white beneath your pressure.

You acted like we were running out of time—

Like a writer facing the extinction of language.

I smile at you from across the street, my head tilted at an innocent angle.

Rushed.

Quick.

Needy.

“Have you seen me?”

You have seen me.

On every corner. On every poster.

You swear my eyes follow you—lidded, intense.

I was dressed my best. My smile was flawless.

Pretty. Charming.

A look that made your heart race.

Did your parents never teach you how to steal?

There was a spark when we first locked eyes in that little café.

You were charming, in a pitiful kind of way.

You tried to smile—your fingers twitched, already wanting to reach out.

But it was shaky. Uncommitted.

Your palms, sweaty. Tense.

You’re cowardly.

I know it from how you can’t look at my photo anymore.

Afraid of consequences that won’t come.

Because I’m not here.

Was it my appearance that drew you in?

You liked how I lived to please.

I loved how you needed me.

We were each other’s best-kept sins.

Akrasia laced our blood as we fled,

as we escaped—together.

Do you see me in your dreams?

I know you're still awake there.

I lie next to you in that realm,

clinging to your warmth,

waiting for a word from lips that seem stitched shut.

You doubt it's really me.

You shiver.

You turn away.

Still, our nights together—

they sent a frisson down my spine.

Even now. Even in memory.

The ustulation in your gaze on cool nights,

when it felt like the sun might never rise,

made both of us gasp.

But that burning lust—

it wasn’t the only red heat in your hands, was it?

There was something else.

A rage.

Crime begins with a thought as natural as breathing.

Rough.

Animalistic.

I acted like I was running out of time—

a candle burning with no wick left.

But your breaths were hot. Heavy.

You snuffed me out with the ease of a guillotine’s blade.

Swift.

Quiet.

Cruel.

I am exanimate now—

The brightness I had—my lamb-soft viridity—is gone.

The lack of me stains your home.

It seems darker.

I smile at you from across the street,

my head bent at an impossible angle.

“Have you seen me?”

The poster behind me shows my eyes—lidded, intense.

Dressed my best. Smile flawless.

Pretty. Charming.

But you just can’t reconcile that image

with the horrific one

you saw last summer.

Just smth I wrote lol. I just wanted to write. Might expand on this idk. I can do requests too ig

[xo2dee]

🗨️ VERGIL

MULTICHAPTER FICS

SNAKES AND LADDERS

ONESHOTS/DRABBLES

AMBROSIAL ༚ RESTLESS ༚ DARK BEACH ༚ BEGUILING ༚ LET'S MOCK, BABY ༚ LEATHERS ༚ USTULATION ༚ EROS ༚ FELIS CATUS ༚ ENTOMBED

REQUESTS

SUBMISSIVE VERGIL ༚ INSECURE VERGIL ༚ FIRST TIME WITH VERGIL ༚ SOFT SEX WITH VERGIL

🗨️ DANTE

ONESHOTS/DRABBLES

SCRUFF ༚ GHOSTS ༚ 40 CHIPS

REQUESTS

DANTE WITH A PLUS SIZE S/O ༚ DANTE COMFORT AFTER LOSING A LOVED ONE ༚ DANTE WITH A DENSE!READER ༚ DANTE SEES HIS S/O IN A BUNNY SUIT ༚ DYING ON A MISSION WITH DANTE

🗨️ NERO

REQUESTS

NERO TAKING CARE OF HIS SICK!S/O

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First lines tag:

Thanks to all the people who tagged me. I don't know who it all were anymore sorry, but thank youuu! rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyway! 1. Lingering Laughter

They can go to hell. His parents, the rest of his family, Reg– Okay, maybe not Regulus, he is just as trapped in a web of expectations as Sirius is.

2. Mans Doom by Mercy Killing

The hand inching higher on her thigh is a daring one, and Lily has half a mind to drag Barty off the floor where they’re sitting watching the movie and take him back to their flat to give him a proper scolding. Barty is provoking her and she knows it, his brat side never resting for a second. 

3. Godlight

“Gap to Potter is zero-point-seven, keep pushing,” Moody’s voice comes over the radio piece in Sirius’ ear as he just tugs on his steering wheel, making his Black-Hill Formula One racing car turn the corner as smoothly as he can manage. 

4. Talking To The Sunset

The early summer breeze of June comes through the open window of Regulus’ bedroom. He has been airing out the room all day because it feels stuffy otherwise. It’s also to get a bit of his pheromones out because he is far in pre-heat and if James arrives here when the room is full of his scent they might not hold to the plan. 

5. Never Trust A Narcissist

“Barty, finally,” Regulus sighs when Barty enters the study where he has been summoned about thirty minutes before. Not his fault all his knives were dirty and he likes to take care of his instruments.

6. Selcouth

Remus sighs heavily as his net comes up empty again. He has been to this part of the bay multiple times but the catch has been bad all week and if he doesn’t find a way to get some fish in his nets he will be royally screwed for next week's sales. 

7. Stellify

When James pulls the door closed behind him, the smells of food being prepared hit him immediately, something Italian maybe? He puts down his bags so he has his hands free to take off his shoes quickly. “Reg, I’m home!”

8. Let Us Give the Heavens a Reason to Look Down and Be Envious

Regulus leans against the wall of the ballroom of the Rosier house, one hand holding a drink and the other in the pocket of his dress pants.

9. Ustulation

“Lils, are you sure this is a good idea, you know how I get on boats,” Marlene sighs as she looks up at the cruise ship in front of her.

10. Christmas Lights

Stepping into the airport terminal isn’t the thing that makes Regulus Black feel like he's making the biggest mistake in his life.

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The Ice King and The Golden Boy - Chapter Update!

A Sebaciel AU Fanfiction by: @delicate-pointofview

Art by @vivi-ships (twitter and pixiv: @ ShriekingBeast)

''[...]— There's no point in trying to dominate me! I won't accept being bought!

— Oh, so now you're trying to defy me — The man raised a brow. — I like that. Want to bet on it?[...]''

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warnings:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence || Rape/Non-Con || Underage

Categories:

F/M || M/M || Other

Fandom:

Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler

Relationships:

Sebastian Michaelis/Ciel Phantomhive || William T. Spears/Grell Sutcliff || Ada/Baldroy (Kuroshitsuji) || Angela Blanc/Sebastian Michaelis || Claude Faustus/Alois Trancy

Characters:

Ciel Phantomhive || Sebastian Michaelis || Alois Trancy || Claude Faustus || Joanne Harcourt || William T. Spears || Grell Sutcliff || Elizabeth Midford || Sieglinde Sullivan || Maurice Cole || Angelina Dalles | Madame Red || Diedrich (Kuroshitsuji) || Hannah Annafellows || Angela Blanc || Agni (Kuroshitsuji) || Undertaker (Kuroshitsuji) || Lau (Kuroshitsuji) || Tanaka (Kuroshitsuji) || Abbie (Kuroshitsuji)

Additional Tags:

Angst and Feels || Slow Romance || Mutual Pining || Slow Burn || Alternate Universe - Modern Setting || Alternate Universe - Human || Alternate Universe - Ballet || Kinky || Age Difference || Age Play || Corruption Kink || Grooming || Manipulative Relationship || Toxic Relationships || Eventual Relationships || Eventual Smut || Explicit Language || Minor Violence || Eating Disorders || Self-Harm || Self-Esteem Issues || Self-Hatred || Self-Discovery || Self-Doubt || Bullying || Light Bondage || Forced Feminization || Rape/Non-con Elements || Other Additional Tags to Be Added || Daddy Kink || Daddy Issues || Dead Dove: Do Not Eat || Human Sebastian Michaelis || Power Dynamics || Power Play || BDSM || BDSM Scene || Power Exchange || Dollification || collaring

Language:

English

Ustulation:

(n) A burning lust.

Ciel Phantomhive has just started his second year of training at the renowned London Ballet Company. Although being talented enough, he tends to dwell on self-depreciation, comparing himself to his colleagues. Alois Trancy stands out in this comparison, seeming to have all the abilities Ciel lacks. As the auditions for the new season begin, the young dancer believes that Alois will receive the best role. However, he gets shocked to discover he was chosen instead. Alois, who had never given much attention to Ciel, starts bullying him after the results. His self-image issues worsen and he falls into Claude Faustus clutches, who takes advantage of his vulnerability to seduce him. Ciel, in turn, starts rehearsing with Sebastian Michaelis. At first, the boy felt a great aversion towards him. But gradually melts the sour attitude, realizing his anger was a result of a giant will to be like the dancer and to possess him. Sebastian, however, felt a strong attraction for Ciel since the first time he saw him dance. The older primarily tries to get the boy to submit to his dominance. But the more he learns about that little bird, who is so beautiful and delicate, the more smitten he gets.

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ྀི𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

ྀི𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚

stubborn as a mule

rough days

bare beauty

taker

𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚

humorous

one last time

headcannons w/ masc reader

precious

too much is nonsense

wandering lamb

one last time

𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

giver to taker

slow days

morning like these

ustulation

seraphic

tantalizing

headcannons

chef grayson hc’s

precious

complications

precious petal

difficult days

heavy moments

nothing but love

spoiled baby

obsessed

𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

unexpected

goodbyes are bittersweet

sweet

𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐧

dating cait hc’s

unexpected

ྀི𝐓𝐋𝐎𝐔

𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲

wicked games (pt1/pt2?)

𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞

coming soon…

𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚

coming soon…

ྀི𝐗 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

abby anderson links

sevika twitter links

valeria garza twitter links

ellie williams twitter links

sevika twitter links (pt.2)

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