#but sometimes I wanna claw my skin off my body

[roman-o-cheese]

I think my least favorite thing about having depression is that when I’m depressed it can never be “a little depressed” like I have to be going over the deep end or completely fine

[wroteclassicaly]

For The Record

(Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary: You have a surprise for your best-friend Steve.

Word count: 1,647

Warnings: Language, NSFW, creampie, vaginal sex, slight choking, slight breeding kink if you squint, and fluff.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

A/N: Just a filthy little thing that I’ve been nurturing for a few days. No point to it, just showing Stevie some love! Haven’t written anything this lengthy in a while, but I hope y’all enjoy? ;P 💕❤️🥰♥️

Steve. Steve-fucking-Harrington. The heart of your group with a head of hair (that you’d washed, brushed, picked monster guts out of, and pulled, one too many times), a comforting smile that reminded you of Summer’s fading sunsets that give way to fall colors. All copper, rust, orange, mossy caramels swirling together, deep browns that look like cinnamon (smells like the gum he chews, or the breath spray he carries in his back pocket), sometimes even red in how his cheeks tinge on cold days, the way he makes your body warm. To his protective - fighter mode, like a crafted out of the finest marble guardian-angelic-god.

You’d worship at his temple. All day. Every single day.

His mouth has been in as many places as his hands. He knows every scar, just as much as he’s aware of spots, in which kissing you will cause goosebumps to electrify, sparking themselves known across your skin, or where his fingers will cause that high pitched whine to come from between your lips. You can’t really fathom that it’s been happening, especially for how long. There’s been no talk of labels, what anything means, it’s just been two friends crossing a line and fucking one another on it. You don’t know what you would’ve done, had it not been for Steve-the-hair-Harrington, King Steve, your extra heartbeat, your best-friend, your everything.

And that’s what led you to your current predicament, your planned leap of faith. Wrapped in a maroon colored mini gift bag, you had placed the packet. Steve arrived not long after, movies and pizza balanced in his massive hands, keys dangling from the middle finger of his left hand, a cheesy grin pressing into that beautiful mouth. “Hey, honey,” he had said. “Really missed you today, you know that?”

You’d taken in his appearance of dark Levi’s and a black belt, his signature Nike’s, and a low dipped white v-neck that he’d thrown a plain blue button over, leaving it open, his gold chain visible, nestled in that patch of chest hair. Salivating more at him than the food, it took you a second to help him inside.

You ate in avid chatter, watched one of the lamest, but most comforting horror films Steve could find on the shelves (that no one rented but he knew you’d appreciate), whilst being tucked beneath his bicep, warmed at his side. That’s when you’d retrieved the gift off your coffee table, his palm rubbing circles across your spine, kneading tension until you returned to your position. You handed him the bag and his bushy brows had pinched together, an adorable confusion clear. “For me? What did I do?”

“Just open it, Harrington. Before my nerves make me take it back.”

He cradled the parcel protectively, a pout forming as his watch strapped wrist dips inside. “No way, no how. Nope, not now.”

“Steve…” you laughed lightly, suddenly swallowing as he pulled the packet out, trying to make sense of the name.

“Contraceptive? I don’t… Isn’t this birth control?” He shook the packet before planting it in his massive palm.

You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, choking you like a vice, preventing you from answering in a full sentence.

“Yeah.”

“So, it’s yours? Why did you wrap it up and give it to me?”

“There’s a few missing already, Steve. I just wanted to get used to them before… Before I told you.”

“Told me, what?” He still looked puzzled, seeking out where you’d opened the package and taken a few tablets.

“That I just wanna use these from now on. Nothing else. If you, if that’s okay with you...?” You had felt the sharp claws of the butterflies, threatening to demolish your remaining courage. But this was Steve, you needed to remember that.

It took him a few moments, but then his pupils expanded within the enriching mossy flecks of his irises, at a rapid pace. His tongue licked at the five o’clock shadow above his upper lip. His voice, you’ll never forget how it sounded. Honey-hot and hoarse, raspy with bitten want, raw fucking desire. You’d clenched your thighs together, tongue eager to lick him… every-fucking-where — the burn of it felt on the muscle’s tip.

“Isn’t that something you do with a boyfriend, though? Not casual sex with a good friend, one of your best-friends?”

And you nod, vision swimming with shapes. Had you messed up? Fuck it. “It is.” Is what you’d responded with, taking the packet from him and tossing it with the bag back onto the table. The movie was rolling credits in the background and you were watching Steve’s dotted jugular as he swallowed, showcasing those tendons, all the way up to that stubble bitten jawline, dotted with freckles and moles.

“And who is your boyfriend, honey?” He had to hear you say it. If it’s what he thought it was, or you’d simply break his heart and move on to this guy. Could he really believe in a good thing again?

You leapt off that faithful precipice, years and feelings following, eyes locking, gaze unrelenting. “I was hoping it would be you.”

He was obviously choked up, orbs alight with mirth and excitement, among other things. “Funny that you mention that, because I’ve been hoping for the exact same thing.”And he’d fallen into your arms, seizing you with a kiss, noses nudging, tongues eager and messy. Clothes couldn’t come off fast enough.

The king sized condom lays unopened on your plush blush rug. Having fallen out of Steve’s wallet, that had also tumbled from his jean pocket in haste. Everything was out of control in the best possible way. You could’ve sworn you died a few minutes prior and came back as immortal — able to see through particles that floated on the air, hear cars, horns, music from houses all across town, smell the leaves that clung to the trees, damp with rain water and Autumn air. Your eyes roll back, perspiration damp behind the backs of your knees, where he’s got his current pinching grip, the fat of your thighs pressed into your tits, squishing them.

You realize in the moment, that you truly loathe condoms. Because this? Feeling that wet pre-cum smear down his shaft and around your opening as he pushed himself into you without a barrier for the first time, it was an indescribable experience. Each ridge, every vein, so hot, soft, and fucking, soaking wet. You aren’t sure where he ends and you begin. It hurts like hell, aches in the deepest parts of you, a place you know that he could easily put a child if you slipped up on your only remaining protection.

That thought makes you tighten around him, cream spilling out and further slicking back the curls gathered at his base. He drops your thighs, sweat-slick pelvis smashing into yours, stimulating your swollen clit. His chest hair scrapes against your pebbled nipples, making you arch your back and your toes curl, legs locking around his lower waist. He whines, palm coming up to grasp at your breast, calloused thumb strumming around your areola. “God, honey, your fucking nipples were made for my mouth to suck on.”

And he’s descending, his lips closing over one, tongue flicking and stimulating. You cry out, hand fisting into his honey streaked, chestnut locks. His shoulders work and bend, the dips and freckles and moles visible, glittering with the salt of sweat, his gold chain swaying out from his hairy chest and back again when he stops, nose bumping yours, hot breath on your mouth. “This pussy was made for my cock.”

And holy hell, his vocalizing focus doesn’t cease. “Who took your virginity, honey?” You both know it wasn’t him. But you are well aware what he’s getting at, and as he gives a harsh snap, those full and fat balls smacking your slick ass, you lose further coherency. “That’s right,” he’s speaking again. “They don’t matter, but I do.”

You weren’t aware that you could make the noises that you are. Only able to speak once Steve’s tugging himself and pulling out, stringing from your cunt to his shaft, a squelch echoing. You both groan, emptiness already jumpstarted. You plead for him. “Please, Stevie, need you! Put it back in —“

“Say it, say you’re just a hole for me to fill. That you’re only mine, baby.”

“I… Fuck! Stevie, all my holes are only yours, I’m only yours!”

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, before his jaw drops open and he whimpers. His hand leaves your breast and slides across your sternum, your collarbone, and settles at your neck. You nod to encourage, and those defined digits wrap around your throat.

“Tell me you love these big hands, sweetheart. Because they’re for you. They belong to you!”

“Want them all over me, Steve. All the time. Can’t get enough of you.”

He’s holding firm to his cock, stroking and teasing. You lick your lips as you stare at it, drooling. Reaching down, you tap his wrist (his arm, all muscles and tendons, thick and available to trace with your tongue), as he presses the thick red head into your clit, smearing the combination of you two all around. You mewl in appreciation, legs stretching so far apart that your muscles protest. He’s speaking next, panting out, “Like that? Hey, look at me. He grabs your chin, thumb tugging down your bottom lip. “Like. That?”

Your lip releases with a plop.

“Yes, yes! Don’t stop, Steve, never wanna not feel you again, baby boy!”

“That’s a good girl, that’s my girl.” He circles your sore opening and slips back inside with a loud, wet ease. You bite back the burning pain, welcoming the damp tears of pleasure along your lashes.

Your manicured nails cling to his back, his chest gliding along yours, heartbeat to hammering heartbeat. It’s frantic whispers and begging cries. And when he’s close to coming, you find his cheek with one hand, holding. “For the record, you’ve never been casual to me, Steve Harrington.”

// Eat me paragraph //

[sunsburns]

just saw your recent post!

can you write yandere dick grayson? (can be a drabble, heacanon, fic or anything i will eat it up because your writing is mwah) it's okay if you don't want to write it, just wanna say this in case you do :)) thanks for taking the time to read this!?

oh my god. (18+, voyeurism)

yandere!dick grayson has a terrible dread knawing in the pits of his stomach whenever he sees you. it comes from his gut, twisting and turning everything in its wake as it slowly crawls up, up and up into his throat, having it close up the second you look his way.

you send him soft smiles and shy waves. he crumbles into dust every single time.

but you're friends. good friends who met through a mutual friend at a bar. friends who get along well, who get brunch together once a week if life doesn't get in the way.

he's your friend and he looks out for you, keeps tabs on you, and remembers the stories you tell him, all the little details. (the chipped nail polish on your left thumb as you wave your hand around while the two of you were grabbing drinks one night. the slight twitch of your lip when you briefly mention how the guy who used to bother you at work suddenly leaves you alone.) dick likes to remember those things about you.

he likes to walk you home, to hug you before you turn around. he likes the way your body presses against his, how your arms wrap themselves around his shoulders and next, his own holding your waist closely. he thinks you fit against him perfectly.

dick only wants to make sure you get home safely, because who knows what could happen in the streets of gotham if a pretty thing like you walks alone in the dark?

there can be creeps lurking, eyeing you, following you. watching, waiting for that split second you turn around—your dress fluttering in the late breeze, the peek of your ass before you push the skirt down and hurry up the steps to your apartment building, waving at dick before stepping inside.

yeah, it would be terrible.

dick never would have considered himself a pervert, he would never call himself that. oh, but that dread that claws at him whenever you're around has him doubting himself sometimes. because how can he excuse his lingering eyes? how can he excuse the bruises on his knuckles after he beats a guy because you mentioned, barely, how he gave you a bad feeling.

well...

maybe he can brush it off because the next day you're huffing over his wounds, touching him, cleaning the crusted blood off of them, kissing the bruise.

maybe he can brush it off as taking care of you. watching you through your wide-open blinds, he can see you sleeping during those late nights on patrol. he just wants to make sure you're okay.

he just wants to make sure that there's no one hiding in the shadows of your bedroom whenever you step out of the shower, skin still wet when you toss the towel aside.

dick thought you were gorgeous. and you are. of course, other people were going to stare, but during the night, late into the after-hours, when you're alone in your bed, he makes sure that no one else can see you.

that no one else can hear the quiet sighs and moans you make when you touch yourself, how flustered you get, how your skin glows in the faint moonlight of gotham while you quiver under the sheets, lips parted and shaking, brows furrowed deeply.

dick makes mental notes of everything you do, every little detail marked to memory.

and yeah, he feels guilty. this clearly isn't how friends work, and there's probably someone getting mugged down the street that he should be helping, but staying by your window seems like a better way to spend the night.

[arminsumi]

22 with toji? >___< i love mamaguro but sometimes i be thinkingggg..

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

A/N: ughhh ikr 🤤😔 ik this goes without saying (hopefully) but y'all don't cheat 😵‍💫 read fiction about ur fave anime boys cheating with u instead lmao

Wc ≈ 800

Pairing: TOJI Fushiguro x f.reader

Summary: you and Toji getting up to no good in your favorite hotel room

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, smut, infidelity, pns (baby, slut, bitch) cheating kink, slight size kink, nasty dirty talk, slightly mean/rough Toji, taking condom off (mutually consensual), breeding kink, slight hairpulling, one ass slap (why is it always just ONE lmao), kinda rough/manhandling but not rlly, daddy kink, prone bone/from the back, lmk if i have missed anything <3

♪ i keep going back to this hotel room...

Damn you, he thinks while squeezing himself into a condom that’s very slightly too small for his size.

You’re to blame – to blame for being spellbinding, bewitching, entrancing, irresistible, alluring… he never thought about straying until you showed up one day in the office, pretty smile and naughty glint in your eyes.

“Fuck me…” he seethes when he sinks into your tight pussy – so happily spreading your legs for him on the hotel bed. With how many times you two have come and gone through this room on weekends, you’re pretty sure the receptionist has figured out what happens behind those closed doors.

“ ‘s so fucking sexy when you arch your back like that for me, pretty thing.” Toji grunts, splitting you wide open on his cock. “ ‘missed me?” he asks cheekily, feeling how much you’re gushing for him after such simple touching earlier – he had kissed you like he was starved of the taste of your lips, touched you like he’s never laid hands on a female form before. It made sense why he acted so needy, you hadn’t seen him for two weekends straight after all.

“Mhm! Missed you so much…” you moan into the pillow, bringing your hands down to spread your pussylips so you can take his cock better.

His cockhead always glides in so nicely, but halfway in his length got so thick that your pussy just spat his cock out. He always chuckles when it does.

“ ‘been too long, baby, ‘gotta stretch out that pussy all over again. Make it remember daddy’s cock.”

Toji tightly pins your waist down into the mattress, just feeling a fraction of his strength turns you on. Yeah, you’ve met strong guys before – but Toji was fucking strong. He could toss you into any position he wanted, he could make you feel weightless at times.

Those calloused hands know your body better than your own. He knows which sweet spots to his to make you cream, what pace makes you claw at his biceps, what dirty talk makes you cum. He knows everything about your body. He almost doesn’t wanna admit it, but he knows your body better than his own wife’s.

“Fuckin’ slut, look at you going dumb on my dick already. Keep it together, we just started.” He chuckled meanly, giving your ass an encouraging smack to bring you back to earth. “What? ‘This position too much for you?” he asked rhetorically – because he knew damn well that you couldn’t handle him pressing his weight onto you from behind like this.

“Nooo, I can take it!” you squeak, biting the hotel pillow as you hug it for support. He always feels so good that you need some form of comfort. The feeling of his fat tip nudging against your sweet spot and throbbing there makes you say some nasty shit that makes him smirk. “Fuuuck – just fuck me alre – fuuuck, mhm! Like that! Like that!” you sob into the pillow when he fulfils your wishes and pounds into you from behind like an animal.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and gently pulls your head back, making his lips meet your ear – scar grazing against your skin. “Don’t go all quiet on me. I know how fucking nasty you are – what’ve you been wanting to tell me huh? I know you missed me bad.”

His cockhead hits the spot that makes you spill the truth. “Fuuuck – daddy fuck me like I’m yours.” You said, “F-fuck me like I’m your wife.”

“Shit… dirty fuckin’ bitch, you talk like that and you’re gonna make me cum.” He breathes heavily into your ear, sweat already beading off his abdomen with his intensely he’s rutting into you. “You really like me, huh? Haha, yeah, I know – it’s so cute. So cute that you cum so much on this cheating cock. Uh-huh, don’t get shy on me now – we both know we get off on that. Just be honest with yourself – there we go, that wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?”

He groans, big arms entangling with your body. You can feel his muscles twitching, you can smell the scent of his cologne and sweat and sex all mixing in the air. And him? He’s burying his head into the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. Your perfume drives him nuts, it makes him dizzy like he’s some lovesick teenager.

Everything he holds back from telling you, he admits when he’s pussy-drunk and about to cum. “Fuck, sweet thing, ‘wanna give you a baby. D’you want that? Yeah? F-fuck really? You sure? You want my babies? Shit alright, I’ll give you a fucking baby t’night. Don’t tell her it’s mine.” He said, tugging his cock out of your pussy despite your walls hugging him like they were trying to keep him in there forever.

You reach behind you and pull off the condom yourself, and he just watches, half-drooling at the sight, before plunging back inside you and doing what he promised – giving you his babies.

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — sometimes nagi can’t help but feel like he wants to be closer to you.

warnings: f!reader, nagi loves skinship :3 all characters written 22+, it’s been too long without him [not even a week] note: i am thinking v much about him as always &lt;3

nagi loves skinship despite how much it might not seem like it — he’s normally too lazy to strip off the bothersome layers of his clothes, letting them pool around his thighs or rise up to his chest with every languid press of his hips with yours — pushed down just enough for his cock to spring out and sink into you.

it’s almost rushed and circumstantial, both of you half-clothed and too warm underneath the heavy layers but he loves the press of your skin on his when your fingers are suddenly grazing underneath the hem of his sweatshirt, making his cock twitch and yearn for more as heat pricks along the skin with every press of your fingers along his back.

“eh, lemme feel you, pretty thing.. such a pain, ‘ts in my way” nagi grunts from where his mouth is pressed against the crook of your neck, your body jolting with every heavy grind of his hips into yours as your own shirt slinks and bunches up when his hands push underneath. he’s sweating hard as his huge body blankets your own, pushing your thighs wider to accommodate his size so he can help you ease off the restrictive fabric.

“f-fuck, feels soooo good.” he’s panting hard by the time you’ve pushed off his sweatshirt and let him push your own over the swell of your tits, exposing new intimate skin to the snowy-haired striker before his chest is against yours and there’s a new fire in every loud clap of his hips with yours.

it’s perfect, nagi can feel the press of your tits against his chest as he suckles on the pulse points of your throat, breathing deep as his hands palm and paw at your body — at your thighs, at your waist, at your hips as he keeps you spread out beneath him — so warm and all fucking his.

“ah—so close, angel. wanna feel more.” it’s like hes exploring a new level in a video game, getting to learn the routines — the terrain, except he’s learning the topography of your body. he’s addicted to the places that make you twitch beneath him, the reactions he can pull out of you when he pulls away just enough to take a slow, languid handful of your tits before he squeezes and you fucking moan.

theres something intimate in the way your hands are grabbing and clawing along the braud expanse of nagi’s back and he never thought he’d love it like this, suddenly getting undressed doesn’t seem like such a hassle anymore as he kicks off his sweats before readjusting his knees and taking a pace that’s a little faster for him, rougher.

“no fair, pretty thing. f-feels so good, ‘ts so bothersome— i don’t wanna cum already.” it’s too good, you feel so soft beneath the rough press of his hands and he can’t help but push his cock deeper into the desperate hug of your walls as you try to pull him closer. he lets your nipple roll softly between the pads of his fingers before he squeezes and the sweet little gasp it pulls from you makes him whimper as his cock throbs and thickens inside of you.

“but ‘m already so close, sei. feels so good.” you moan, pretty and broken and nagi’s pace stutters when the sound feels like it rocks through him. the back and forth rock of his hips eases into a grind as he fights back the flames of his orgasm he can feel lick at the base of his spine, smearing a wet, sloppy kiss along your jawline before you’re turning to meet his lidded, drowsy gaze so he can place the next one onto your pouty lips.

“mhm, such a pretty thing. jus’ wanna feel you closer though, not ready to stop yet.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[minkdelovely]

kinktober — day XV

prompt: gender swap

revelations

“your hands were on my hips

your name is on my lips

over over again

like my only prayer”

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Alastor x Lucifer ; RadioApple ; MDNI 18+

tags/warnings: top!lucifer x bottom!alastor, alastor has a vagina, oral (alastor receiving), outercourse, no penetration orgasm 🦌✨

word count: 2.3k

summary: alastor and lucifer, back in their own bodies, have found some footing in their new routine. but there’s been something on alastor’s mind that he just can’t shake, which leads to surprising discoveries for the new lovers.

author’s note: can you believe we’re halfway through kinktober already?? this is a continuation of @macabr3-barbi3 body swap prompt <- please be sure to read this first to get the full experience ♥️ i was very excited to finally take a swing at this, and i hope you enjoy it! if there’s any takeaway, it’s that i will make alastor a cute little mess whenever i can 😈 quote is from burning desire by lana del rey.

coven: @fraugwinska @hazelfoureyes @macabr3-barbi3 @sugoi-writes @synamartia 🕯️♥️

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“I’d like us to try something different this time...”

Lucifer hums in response, too lost in the stupor Alastor’s scent puts him in to form words. You’d think after a month of intimacy that he’d have grown a tolerance for it, but the angel feared he had actually gotten weaker now that he didn’t have to stave off his desires.

He felt that same wave of relief pour through him, remembering how he pleaded with Alastor’s voice: Please don’t regret this. Lucifer had spent many nights following this in gratitude, eagerly receiving and reciprocating Alastor’s passions. They had both made good on their proposition to attune each other to their tastes, and Lucifer was currently indulging in one of his. It wasn’t just Alastor’s scent that drove him crazy, but also the sounds he made under Lucifer’s touch. Eliciting a myriad of gasps and moans from the demon as he laid claim to the delicate, tantalizing flesh under his mouth.

Alastor’s neck was always hidden behind a high collar, making the skin there particularly sensitive. The evidence of Lucifer’s ardency was easily hidden, and the King found his eyes wandering to that collar often, as if seeing through the cloth to his markings underneath.

Mine.

Leave it to Alastor to give him a possessive streak.

“Lucifer, are you listening?” Alastor’s voice was breathy but the irritation it conveyed managed to cut through the fog in Lucifer’s mind.

The subtle bite of Alastor’s claws on his ribs was enough to finally draw him away from his lover’s delectable neck, readjusting himself in Alastor’s lap to look at him properly. Learning how to make Alastor cum wasn’t the only thing Lucifer had learned over these last few weeks. Pissing Alastor off was a sure fire way to end up falling asleep alone with his hand down his pants.

“You wanna try something different.”

Maybe he had said it too directly, or the eye contact was too much, but he didn’t expect to get the reaction he did out of the demon. Alastor’s face flushed pink, a gorgeous rosy shade that accentuated the handsomeness of his face. Fuck, he was so effortlessly endearing sometimes. Lucifer felt his cock twitch between his legs when Alastor broke eye contact. Bashfulness was a rarity on the Radio Demon, and it made Lucifer salivate. Something primal in him waking up that he didn’t know was there until recently.

“Hey, come on, you know you can tell me,” Lucifer said sweetly enough, caressing Alastor’s face. Though the glint in his eyes was anything but, exposing the hunger he was trying to keep at bay.

Rushing Alastor into things never ended well, while patience always paid off.

Alastor relaxed under Lucifer’s touch and turned back to him, but his crimson eyes remained apprehensive. “I’ve been thinking… about our first time.”

How could Lucifer forget? It was one of the best mornings in his long existence. But he stayed silent, waiting for Alastor to continue.

“And as much as I enjoy fucking you to oblivion,” Alastor emphasized this with a squeeze to Lucifer’s hips, some confidence returning to his face and static-laden timbre, “I’d like to… try that out again. In my own body this time.”

It took Lucifer a second to catch on, but the smile that spread on his face was eager when he realized what Alastor was suggesting.

Lucifer was also quite fond of the way Alastor took control in the bed. He had always been a bit spoiled this way, being claimed by his lovers and basking in their affection. It was nice to let someone else take the reins and turn his mind off while his body bloomed like an evening flower, so long as the florist knew what they were doing. And, boy, did Alastor know what he was doing.

But the opportunity to turn the tables was too enticing to pass up. How could he, really, when Alastor was being so charmingly coy about it? Their first time was never too far from Lucifer’s mind, and it filled him with more happiness than he expected that it was the same for Alastor — perhaps even more so, given this request. How long had he been holding this back?

Lucifer brought his other hand up to Alastor’s face and stood on his knees to kiss him. It seemed to be answer enough for the demon, his large hands fervently gripping Lucifer’s hips in response. They stayed this way until Alastor had to come up for air, hot puffs of breath permeating the space between their open mouths as Lucifer gently guided him to lay down. Alastor was still panting as Lucifer began to unbutton his shirt, planting kisses on each patch of exposed skin as he made his way down.

“You’ll feel a bit of a tingle, but I promise it won’t hurt,” Lucifer said into Alastor’s stomach, relishing the way the muscles twitched under the tickle of his breath.

A radiant, golden light enveloped them for a moment, followed by the promised tingle and then… nothing. Or, well… not nothing. Alastor’s pants felt looser in the groin but tighter on the hips, his budding erection all but gone as the ache of his arousal swelled. The heat he felt in his lower abdomen was familiar but his desire was now inside, a subconscious clench of his new sex alerting him to how empty he felt. It was a sensation he had only experienced the one time in a body that wasn’t his, and the thrill of discovery made him tremble; his mind gone cottony with this sudden onset of need and submission. Unable to form the words required to convey his want, a whine choked him. Amplified by an involuntary roll of his hips against Lucifer’s chest.

The air around them shifted, oppressive and electric; alerting the animal mind buried deep within man that something was coming.

It took all of Lucifer’s self control to stop him from tearing Alastor’s pants to shreds in his need to unveil what awaited him underneath. But he managed somehow, his kisses on Alastor’s belly gone feverish as he quickly unfastened the belt embellishing the demon’s slender waist. Lucifer gave it a harsh pull and flung it away as if it had bitten him, unconcerned with whatever patch of floor it decided to land on as he unbuttoned the offending pants. Only then did he manage to calm himself some, giving a final kiss to the supple flesh protecting Alastor’s newly formed womb before looking up at his disheveled lover.

“You don’t know how much it means, trusting me with this,” Lucifer said, his sincerity potent with reverence as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of the Overlord’s pants and underwear. “Thank you for letting me take care of you Alastor.”

He was rewarded with another bashful display, Alastor’s ears pressed tightly against his head as he swallowed thickly. Glazed eyes and the pink flush of his face and tufted chest diluting the insolence of his retort. “Quit fussing and get on with it already.”

There were a few canned responses that came to Lucifer’s mind: Patience is a virtue, be careful what you wish for. But as they say, actions speak louder than words.

With a snap of his fingers they were both divested of clothes, and Alastor gasped as the cool air collided with his molten core. He didn’t have the opportunity to complain about it before Lucifer knelt down, devoutly kissing the inside of Alastor’s left thigh as his hand kneaded the other. Alastor sighed but his stomach tensed, a small spurt of liquid trickling out of him as Lucifer’s mouth made its way closer to the spot he desired it most.

Lucifer paused to admire the sight before him, earning a frustrated mewl from the demon. Alastor was ethereal, purveying a softness Lucifer honestly never thought possible, even after all the new facets he’d uncovered over the last month. But as he set his gaze on Alastor’s gorgeous cunt — adorned with a soft down of red and black hair — the domineering urge which was so new to him writhed under his skin, begging to proclaim its territory.

Finally, he brought himself to Alastor’s center. Unable to resist the need to smell the demon’s intoxicating arousal before extending his tongue, lapping up the juices collected there as if in offering. Alastor jerked in reaction, keening with relief as Lucifer groaned, quickly settling himself between Alastor’s legs to start his ministrations in earnest. He hiked those gorgeous long legs over his shoulders, firm tongue swirling over Alastor’s clit with a measured pace that belied his eagerness. It wouldn’t do to overwhelm the poor thing.

Alastor seemed to be doing well, though. Cursing between soft moans while his hips rolled against the angel’s mouth. Lucifer sighed into that delicious heat as Alastor’s fingers found purchase in his blonde hair, a feeling of wholeness washing over him that he hadn’t felt in centuries.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Lucifer lamented before his forked tongue dove back into its newfound Eden.

He felt like he was floating away from himself, lost in the saccharine taste and sounds of his lover. The demon’s scent now fully bloomed, perfuming the air with the verdant musk that had tortured Lucifer since their first meeting. How easily the angel was reduced to his baser natures, the need to revere and praise woven into his very being reminding him of his place. In this instance it didn’t matter — nor did he ever think it would when it came to how he felt about the sinner beneath him. Lucifer would weather whatever storms Alastor threw his way, so long as the days ended with them in the safe harbor of their bed.

Lucifer’s tongue had just pressed up to focus on the sensitive inner nerve when a low, drawn-out bleat from Alastor caught them both off-guard. Alastor’s hands quickly detangled themselves to clasp over his mouth with Lucifer’s head popping up to follow, his hair ruffled like unruly feathers. He took in the look on Alastor’s face, beet-red with embarrassment, and felt the expression on his own soften with an overwhelming affection. Nothing they had tried so far had managed to pull a sound like that from Alastor — but Lucifer wasn’t completely surprised. He wrote the book on cunnilingus, after all.

Despite the swell of pride, he managed to keep his wolfish grin to himself. If he wanted to keep this going, he’d have to save the gloating for later. Though his cock throbbed, leaking desperately from Alastor’s modesty as his brain finally registered his own painful arousal. Lucifer thought absently that it was a miracle he hadn’t already finished against the sheets.

“You okay, honey?”

Alastor nodded his head, squeezing his eyes shut to hide from Lucifer’s earnestness. Another wave of endearment poured through the angel, coating his veins like syrup as he journeyed up to gently remove the hands from Alastor’s mouth. It wasn’t without resistance though, Alastor stubborn as always to have his way. But Lucifer won in the end, bringing one hand to his mouth with an adoring kiss that made Alastor wriggle, feeling more exposed than ever despite his eyes still being closed. The soothing tone of Lucifer’s amused chuckle mingled in the air with frayed static as he leaned down to place a kiss to Alastor’s hot cheek.

“If you need to we can — ”

“Don’t…,” Alastor interjected, unsteady, “don’t say it. It’s too embarrassing. Just — ah!”

Lucifer provided an interruption of his own, taking advantage of Alastor’s closed eyes to rub his erection through warm slick. His wanton moan of alleviation quickly tarnishing any form of superiority he had managed to gain as Alastor whined below him, eyes flying open from shock. Lucifer rolled his hips again and they cried out in unison, the air between them humid with their desire. A hiss escaped through Lucifer’s teeth as Alastor moved his hips to meet him, and he was now genuinely concerned that he might not even get the chance to enter before the onset of his climax.

But his body had other concerns, overriding the alarm bells in his mind as he ground his cock against Alastor’s folds. Their combined fluids making it all too easy to stimulate their most sensitive parts. Lucifer was writhing, helpless against his instinct to follow through. The luscious heat from that swollen, wet cunt — he wanted to curse and worship himself for using such an effective spell.

He wasn’t the only one enjoying themselves more than expected. Each whine, squeal, and bleat from Alastor goaded Lucifer on. Reinforced by the steady rolling of his hips, craving the friction of Lucifer’s hard length against his sex and lower belly. 

Alastor’s claws dug into the tender flesh of Lucifer’s ribs, mouth open as he panted between moans and sobs, his abdomen quivering from the building tension of pleasure. They were beginning to lose rhythm now, each of them chasing down the relief they needed so desperately.

“Lucifer, please — please, I…!”

“Mm-me too — hah… fuck!”

Lucifer cried out as he felt the first ropes of his release escape him, Alastor’s blissed out face seared into his mind before his vision went white. Somewhere in the fog he could hear Alastor calling his name through heaving breaths as their bodies rode out the high, clumsily rocking against each other until they were twitching from oversensitivity. Lucifer blinked back the haze until his lover came back into view, collapsing on top of him before he kissed every part of Alastor’s face his lips could touch.

It wasn’t until Alastor shuddered that Lucifer realized the salt on his tongue was from tears and not sweat. Lucifer shushed him, pressing a tender kiss to Alastor’s temple as he pet his hair to soothe him.

“If you mention this to anyone, I’ll tear your heart out and eat it in front of the entire city,” Alastor threatened, words muffled as he hid his face in the swoop of Lucifer’s neck; his usual venom reduced to petulance.

Lucifer laughed, the heart in question fluttering as he sank into Alastor’s embrace. “You know… we really need to work on your pillow talk. Lucky for you that I believe in second chances.”

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[t0rturedangel]

୧ ྀི ◞ ◟ ა . . . ♰ ୨ৎ WEEPING ANGEL ; RE-WRITE

꣹ ㅤ◜ 𝒾 ⠀⦂ HAZBIN HOTEL ㅤ♥︎ ㅤ／ ︎𝅄 ׄ ໒꒱  〬 𓂂 ׄ ㅤSHE ~ HERㅤㅤ!reader 𝟢𝟣. Luifer Morningstar // Alastor x reader ㅤ𝟢𝟤. Platonic and romantic ⠀︶꒦꒷�� after being cast out of heaven for thousands of years, you finally escaped your barren prison and landed in hell- helping your past lover's daughter with her hotel ㅤ  ︎ ︎ ｡｡ ⠀ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( Ⓒ𝓉★𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 )

𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳 ⠀ ⨾ ⠀I've been hyperfixating on hazbin again so I wanna re-write this fanfic

꒰ ⠀ INTRO ⠀✦⠀ DUCTION ⠀ ꒱

✉️ ﹐ ⧼  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄�� 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐁 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 . . . [ name ]

ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤ ⠀❪ ⠀1,000s of years old & she / they pronouns ⠀❫

⎯⎯ nicknames; Angel, Cherub, fallen one, dove, feathers, bat-thing, Miss [name], her holy-ness.

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

𓂅 ໋⋅ ౨ৎㅤ·⠀·⠀· visage ; attire + face

ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ MAIN OUTFIT , prior to being in hell, wears white robes that reach the ground, covering their entire body- the robes are slightly transparent as (and if you don't like this idea feel free to change it!) in heaven nudity isn't sexualised, everyone is comfortable in their own skin and no one is judged since it is evil and evil does not exist in heaven! After being damned [name]'s robes are ripped and tattared as she lives out her days in the barren waste land she's found herself in. Then finally, in hell she traded her white robes for a white and black outfit, matched with so many ruffles and upside down cross accessories.

ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ACCESSORIES , in heaven- [name] decorated their halo in pearls that draped over their face and hair, in the barren's those pearls practically disintigrated and now in hell they're used as necklaces. In heaven and the barrens she didn't own any weapons however now in hell- they bought a weapon with the metal that can also kill angels, personally made for [name].

ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ FACE & BODY, [ name ] used to have soft and innocent features, making her look soft and kind and they were! though through the years of being abondoned and cast out they're now bitter and always adorned with a scowl. Below their left eye is a singular mole, and speaking off- their eye's used to be normal sclera with [coloured] eyes but since falling their eyes are now red and [eye colour]. [name]'s body used to be covered in white feather's to maych their four wings, but now they have fleshy bat-like wings, matching the wing's on her head, and also they developed fangs and sharp claws, though sometimes [name] can grow some feather's on her wings, but they fall out quickly not being able to handle their new enviroment.

𓂅 ໋⋅ ౨ৎㅤ·⠀·⠀· relationships ; biological + non-biological (ALL PLATONIC)

ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ BIOLOGICAL FAMILY , [name]'s biological family are the cherub angel's that were created by God alongside her, she and their batch of angels were made after the lucifer and his brothers / sisters, making them younger than Lucifer.

ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ FUTURE FAMILY , [name] moves into the hazbin hotel, learning to live with new people after years of no socialising. She grows fond of Charlie and Vaggie, treating the two like her daughters, getting along with husk and their shared enjoyment of drinking, Angel because [name] fights and defends him against Val, Niffty since the two hate bugs- and finally Alastor since the two quite like Radios. Eventually, [name]'s reamends their relationship with Lucifer and maybe even fall for him again

WARNINGS,ㅤㅤㅤ♯ BLOOD

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ MURDER

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ VIOLENCE

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ VULGUR AND SEXUAL LANGUAGE

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ ANGST

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ SERIOUS THEMES

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ VALENTINO

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ S.A AND MENTIONS OF IT

BEFORE YOU GO, ㅤㅤㅤ♯ updates will be slow - my motivation is very low at the moment.

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ Helluva Boss does NOT belong to me

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ Some of the characters might be slightly OOC

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ If you believe I'm taking too long with updating the book please scream at me to update it!

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ I will add the necessary warnings on each chapter, if there are no warnings then that means nothing too extreme will happen- however all chapters WILL have swearing and maybe the smallest pinch of violence in them.

ཀ〘﹑　ACTS & SCENES,

ACT ONE - . . .

" I'm pure, I'm pure, pure as a lamb!  "

PLEASE ENJOY READING 'WEEPING ANGEL.'

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[vampcubus]

Merciless spanking? 👀

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!muzan, dom!reader, brat taming, spanking, like a hint of anal play.

Muzan, while pliant sometimes, is usually determined to make a nuisance of himself. To make you work tirelessly for the honor of his submission, and you enjoy that about him. You quite liked the challenge and it made his eventual surrender that much sweeter. But sometimes he really did get under your skin with his insensitive remarks.

Even if you’ve acquired his favoritism, he was still the demon king, and a cruel one more often than not. He’s lived for almost a thousand years, and in that time his humanity has waned the more detached he becomes from his past self.

It was only a matter of time before you’d had enough of his behavior and resigned to put him in his place. He's bent over your thighs, cock hard and leaking a puddle of pre onto your leg as your hand claps down onto his backside harder than he thought possible. Your strikes are committed and solid, barreling into his pale flesh until it blooms a bright reddish hue.

It's easy to forget that you aren't a weakling since you tend to be soft on him, but the merciless spankings are a blaring reminder to the contrary. He hates how much he loves it when you punish him; how his body sings with every slap. You’d ordered him not to heal and now he knows why as his flesh reddens and becomes sore. Your strikes are no gentler even as he starts yelping and squirming around, humiliated tears pricking at his eyes when the bright sting only makes his cock harder.

He’s begun to pant, claws tearing holes into the sheet clenched in his fists.

“I don’t like to punish you, darling but you really piss me off when you say cold things like that,” you admonished, as if he were a misbehaving child and a growl slips out of him, but it’s soon overshadowed by a yelp when you spank him particularly hard. “Quit that! I don’t wanna hear it. You earned this.”

“Fuck you.” he’s begun to shake, and your eyes soften a fraction. you smooth a hand over his tender backside gingerly but he hisses and flinches hard anyways.

“My poor baby. You must be pretty sore, huh?” you continue to ghost your hand over his rear, admiring the scarlet handprints you’ve left behind on his ivory skin.

“Eat shit and die.” More aggression. You’d think he’d learn.

You grab a handful of his ass and he nearly leaps out of your lap, cursing when you only pull him back into position and fondle him more. He’s whimpering now, and a muffled sniffle is all it takes for you to be throbbing just as much. It’s hard to break him down like this, and your hand is sore from the spanking, but it’s worth it to see him crumble. He’s a powerful demon that could kill you in a million ways before you’d even know what happened, but he won’t. Because he needs this even if he won’t admit it.

“Are you ready to apologize and get your reward now or do you still need convincing, pet?”

Pet. That’s what he’s been reduced to. The nickname almost inspires him to bare his teeth at you, to make you work harder. But he’s exhausted, and sore, and you’re spreading him open already, thumb teasing over his rim. So he gives up, slumping over your lap.

“I’m sorry…” Muzan almost croaks it, voice sounding ragged from all the shouting. “i’m sorry, so make it feel better now.”

Not even a single threat i’m that sentence. You’re impressed!

“There's my good boy~ You definitely deserve your reward now. You’ll forget about that pain in a moment just you wait.”

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Merry whatever

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 25

Prompt: Christmas

Rated: G

CW: none

Tags: Fluff; Getting together; First kiss

Notes: Continued from day 5

Steve is just putting the last of the cookies into the oven - stars and trees and gingerbread men with little vampire teeth - when there’s a cacophony of swears and noise from the roof and a giant letter X crashes into the snow outside the kitchen window. He wipes his hands on a towel, slips into his boots and coat and makes his way outside. 

“Eds? You still alive up there?” 

“Barely!” 

Eddie pops his head over the edge of the roof. He’s wearing the Santa hat again, the one they found in the attic together with the letters and the rest of the decorations. 

“Your roof is a fucking ice rink, Harrington. Veritable death trap up here.” 

“Hey,” Steve sloshes closer, almost trips over a plastic elf protruding from the snowy lawn like a tiny, cheerful goblin in a striped hat. “Don’t whine at me. I told you it was a bad idea, getting the letters up in that weather.” 

“Yeah, yeah, mom!” Eddie snarks. “Now get that thing back up here.” 

“Of course,” Steve rolls his eyes but still tucks the fallen letter under his arm and clambers up the ladder. “No fun if we don’t break both our necks.” 

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Eddie takes the letter from him as soon as he’s within reach, then extends a gloved hand to help him onto the roof. The wool is scratchy against his skin, but Steve still revels in the warmth of it, the firm press of Eddie’s fingers entwining with his. “Didn’t survive the literal apocalypse to be taken down by some holiday decorations. Now help me put this- woah!” 

He slips on the icey roof, teeters dangerously close to the abyss, eyes comically large and arms ruddering in the air for balance. Steve does what he does best and flies into action, bodily lunging himself at him and pulling him against his chest. He goes down on the shingles ass first, Eddie sprawled on top of him. By some Christmas miracle, Steve manages to grab a hold of the X before it can fall a second time. 

Eddie’s breath is warm against his neck, hands clawing into his coat, and oh shit, they’re close. So very close. Much closer than two buddies who just happen to be spending Christmas together should be. 

“You okay?” Steve says over the sound of his own blood roaring in his ears. 

“Peachy,” Eddie pulls back, shoves the Santa hat out of his eyes. His very brown, very pretty eyes that Steve has caught himself thinking about an absurd amount lately. There's a bright pink flush coloring the bridge of his nose - probably from the scare. Or the cold. Yup, the cold, that’ll be it. “Reckon you’ll ever get tired of saving my ass, big boy?” 

“Never.” 

The word is out before Steve can bite it back. And maybe it comes with a little too much force, a little too much conviction. The smile slips off Eddie’s face and he blinks. Gulps. Disentangles himself from Steve and takes the letter from his hand. 

For a few moments, the only sounds are those of the wind on the roof and Eddie’s struggle to put the letter in its proper place. 

“Still feels weird sometimes, doesn’t it?” 

“Huh?” Steve says lamely. 

Eddie chuckles and slots back into space beside him, shoulder-to-shoulder and knee-to-knee. 

“That it’s all just … over like this? That we’re here and get to do all this boring, normal stuff like baking cookies and putting up lights and celebrating Christmas?” 

One of his hands finds Steve’s knee - a light, reassuring touch. 

We’re here.

We’re both here. 

“Dunno,” Steve shrugs. The sky is turning dark and Hawkins is spreading out under them, a sea of twinkling lights slowly coming alive. “I like normal.” 

I wanna do a million normal things with you, for a hundred years. I don’t think I’d ever get tired of it. 

“Yeah,” Eddie hums, a low and content sound that Steve feels in his own body, close as they are. “I'm starting to get the appeal.”

Then, before Steve can say or do anything stupid, he bends down to retrieve something from somewhere by their feet. He reemerges with a toothy grin, a plug and an extension cord. 

“Okayyy, let's get these babies lit up, shall we?” 

Steve turns as the neon lights flicker to life behind them, basking them in their glow and- 

“Oh,” says Eddie. “Whoops.”

The words sparkling down at them, bright and cheerful for all of Loch Nora to behold, read MERRY SMAX. 

The laughing fit hits Steve so hard that, this time, Eddie needs to grab him before he can fall off the roof.

“You asshole,” he wheezes into the leather of his jacket. “You did that on purpose!” 

Eddie gasps through his own laughter, tries to put on a serious face. “What? Stevie, you wound me! What do you take me for? A troublemaker? A fiend with no respect for the honored tradition of this fine, Christian holiday?” 

His eyes are large and round with mock-offense, Santa hat flopping around with the force of his own laughter, face alight with that gorgeous toothy grin of his. He’s ridiculously pretty, so fucking pretty with the lights twinkling all around him and Steve’s brain just sort of short-circuits. Not for long. Just for a second. 

Just long enough to lean in and press his lips to Eddie’s. 

When he pulls back, Eddie isn’t laughing anymore. Instead, he’s staring at him, mouth aghast and eyes wide. 

“Shit,” Steve blurts. “I mean- Sorry, I dunno what that was, I-” 

Something flickers across Eddie’s face, something needy and raw. 

“I’ll show you what the fuck it was,” he growls and pulls Steve back in. 

This time, it takes the blare of the fire alarm from the kitchen to break them apart. 

MERRY SMAX, everybody!!!

Part 3

All my holiday drabbles

[serene-sun]

Okay last thing bc I don’t wanna spam and I’ve sent 2 ideas already but any chance you could do some headcannons or a blurb (whichever you prefer) about a threeway with Ifrit and Omega?

𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘

warnings: sexual themes but no sex

“Another hundred out of papa's pay check?” You tease softly as the ghoul slides a large bill into the hem of your bra, “If I had known you two were so spoiled I would have charged more.” 

“Are you suggesting our talent doesn't get us any reward?” Ifirt says softly into your ear as his claw trails up your neck.

“Oh no I know the way you parade on stage gets you several…rewards…” You reply with red lips pressing against the soft skin of Omega’s cheek.

The quint ghoul lets out a little grunt as your hand cups his groin, his eyes never leaving your pale thighs as they slightly part.

The ministry was known for its sexual energy, but what some didn't know was that there was a secret brothel that took place on weekend nights. It was an abandoned chapel on the western side of the grounds that was repurposed with tapestries and rugs, pillows and soft furniture and warm lights to the brothel it was now. The sisters and brothers of sin who worked it paid by the hour, some by the minute depending on how sensual they got with clients.

You, a sister of sin, was one of the many who had regulars. It wasn't rare for ghouls to show up, but it was rare for them to truly hold a bond with the whores. 

These nights after black mass, Ifrit and Omega held a common lust for you. They would come after or before mass to see you. 

Omega was a massive ghoul, it was no secret he was the leader of his pack. He was phlegmatic and sensual, his strict demeanor coating his lustful words of praise and pride. Omega had a calming effect from his quintessence, it made women and men swoon over him. 

The ghoul had two large horns with a few cracks and chips made of lapis lazuli and two fiery white eyes that glowed. His tail swayed softly against the carpet, it was black and furry with small strands of white hair across his body. 

Ifrit was also a large ghoul, more on the smaller side but he was also seen as one of the leaders of his group. His horns shiny and polished, the red carnelian crystal of them reflected lights beautifully as he talked with intent. 

The ghouls were truly ineffable in power, their strength scared people and their will haunted others. But some, women like you, sought enjoyment out of the fear. The way their claws could cut through skin so easily, and their ability to know your thoughts and actions spiked an interest in you that made your whole body tingle. But you knew the terrific beasts were sagacious with their lives.

You were fervent for this with the ghouls, this connection they had with you would grow every visit. It would be a lie to say you hadn't had dreams of them at night, or watched them about their day.

An average man would say you were meretricious, having no value other than your outer beauty. But ifrit and Omega made you feel special, like no other sibling there. Sometimes they would bring you gifts like expensive lingerie or wine.

“Tell me my love, how can I please you tonight?” Omega grumbled into your ear as his claw trailed up your leg, snapping against the fishnets threatening to break them. 

His gentle touch sent a shiver down your spine, “Take off your clothes,” You ask as Ifirt licks behind your ear.

You had always ameliorated uncomfortable guests, you never got as far as letting them have actual sex. You would only go as far as being nude and pleasuring each other, ignoring the real sex. But you felt now in the air that these ghouls were growing impatient with this “rule” of yours.

The quint and fire ghoul undressed, leaving just you clothed in lingerie and your hair thrown messily into a clip. 

The room had cleared out, leaving the prostitutes resting other than yourself. The quiet atmosphere raised with heat, not from the crackling fireplace but from the sexual tension as you took the two ghouls erections in your hands.

You felt heat drip into your gut, like molten lava that tempted you to draw you into a dark abyss. The candles flickered, and you closed your eyes focusing on the intense fire that grew between your legs as you felt the net against your legs tear against a sharp claw. You whined unintentionally as the hands roamed up your chest and tugged at the lace of your bra. 

“Have me, please..” You whine, cracking your eyes open to be pushed back against the bed of pillows

The night would continue not like any other, and you would be filled with absolute bliss.

[brighteyes-things]

Deadpool/ wolverine as thing's me and my friends have said or heard

💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️

So it's been a while since I've written anything, and me and my friends now have the poolverine, dead claws.... wolverine and Deadpool itch

So in honor of our collected brain rot, these are some random things that we've heard/said that we think Deadpool or wolverine would say. Yes this will be updated as more things are said

WARNING: cursing, somewhat sexual jokes, mention of alcohol

Wade Wilson (Deadpool) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

"I wasn't expecting to get turned on by a shirtless Hugh Jackman but God damn I'm not complaining"

"I don't feel fem boy enough, I need more eyeliner"

"I'm not a furry, but I'd fuck a man with cat ears"

*While sipping something* "you think I can use my boobs to hold this?"

"he's giving emo babygirl"

"you must FIRMLY grasp the booty"

"I can't just leave the house, I have to get my big boots on"

"you can't just slap my ass and leave"

"IM A MAN" *buys the pink strawberry skin care set from bath and body*

"I'm very gay and not afraid to kiss the movie poster to prove it"

"you ever think Slenderman is trying to recruit us for something"

"NO, no more black veil bride music, I'm not suffering through your emo phase again"

*mocking twilight* "WHY WOULD HE IMPRINT ON THE BABY, THAT'S FUCKED UP"

"I swear Batman only owns an adoption center just in case someone dies and he needs another mentally ill orphan"

*breaks a cabinet door just for gummy bears* (yes this happened by accident)

"I'd rob hot topic for those lollipop razor blade earrings"

"I know I'm mentally ill, I watch bluey and cry"

"I have to beat the fem boi allegations"

"I don't know why but I feel like I give off beta vibes"

"you'll never believe the ABO fic I just read"

"she's becoming an animae obsessed fan girl, it's a canon event I can't stop it, OH GOD SHE DISCOVERED WATTPAD"

*while watching crime TV* "this man needs to be put to death, he didn't eat the chocolate frosting on the cupcakes"

*while looking in the mirror* " I love my slutty man hips"

This dress doesn't scream "fuck me" enough

*talking about cosmic brownies* THE GIRTH

Logan (wolverine) 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

"I've become the caretaker to everyone, and I don't know how to feel"

"Ryan Reynolds could run me over with a truck and I'd apologize after I curse him out because...I GOT RAN OVER STILL"

*sees an animal on the side of the road* "poor kitty"

"fanart definitely scares me sometimes"

*gets kissed on the cheek* "that's GAY"

"you can't just eat the cup to get to the last drop of coffee"

"just how long is your simp list now, and why am I on it"

"that's unamerican, un-lawful, and downright not patriotic"

"no I don't wanna know the details of what you and your partner did, I'm trying to eat"

"stop trying to throw stuff in my boobs, it's annoying when I find crumbs of cookies in there"

"how did the least qualified of us, somehow graduate first AND have a baby in the span of a year"

"how'd I get rejected from Hooters?"

"you're an omega and you know it"

"your the reason they started bagging the peaches at Aldi's"

"how the hell did you burn yourself with a candy cane?!"

"it's only alcohol abuse if you spill anything"

"You're not a god, you're just dehydrated and read too much fanfiction"

"it's only gay if you don't have socks"

*staring at a pet rabbit* "that little demon is purposely chewing up my shit and you know it"

"did you just John Cena the clothes"

"I hope you know that I don't trust you with cleaning the dishes properly"

"did you seriously just compare little Debbie brownies by girth?"

[kittythelitter]

Thinking about a stobin focused shifter au where anyone who spends a little too long in the upsidedown becomes a shifter to a slightly demo/unsettling/vaguely off version of whatever animal they're most like, and control is hard, and amount of time spent in the upsidedown correlates to how much time you can/need to spend in shifted form.

So like Will, even after he gets control, needs to/wants to spend like half his time shifted but can't be shifted full time.

After getting stuck in the tunnels Hopper is like. Needs an hour/day on average and can stay shifted for up to 6 hours at a time.

After the tunnels Dustin, Lucas, Max, Steve, and Mike need a few hours a week/can stay shifted up to 3 hours at a time ish.

And then after season 4, Steve is up to Will levels because he got double (or even triple depending on how you look at it) exposed.

Robin, Nancy, and Eddie are like. Slightly more than Hopper. Like maybe need 1.5-2 hours a day can stay shifted for like 8 hours if necessary.

Dustin is now almost Hopper level because he got exposed a second time.

It takes time to learn control and obviously Will gets the most control quickly followed by everyone who got exposed in season 2. When the younger teens are going through puberty their control fluctuates enough that they all have to take time off from school to work on it. Steve is the best of the Season 2 Crew at getting and maintaining control because he has a lot of practice with physical activity and conditioning and personal discipline when it comes to sports and body control. El can help to a certain extent.

Anyway. All this to say. I can't decide on animals for everyone and I'd love input.

Steve is very much dog. He's loyal and protective and all that good stuff. And he mostly seems like a normal dog maybe with a little bit of a skin condition that makes his skin under his fur a weird texture but mostly normal except when he gets protective sometimes his mouth opens too big and he has too many teeth and bigger claws.

For Hopper I'm thinking also Dog but like. A dog that is Off. There's something weird about that dog like those dogs that look like they might be people in fur suits from certain angles.

Will I'm thinking something small and good at hiding. Like a burrowing rodent maybe. Like a rabbit or a hamster or a mouse or a Rat.

Henry/Vecna/One is a turkey or maybe a turkey vulture because turkeys are ugly and evil.

Dustin I wanna say small predator mammal like a weasel or a ferret or a stoat but IDK.

Mike is i think a very similar dog to Steve and HATES that they're so similar but I'm open to suggestions.

Max is a cat.

Lucas is also a cat because I don't have a better one for him except maybe also a dog like Steve because he and Steve are also similar and he looks up to Steve but I think it would be cute if he and Max were both cats but like very different kinds of cats but I'm very open to input here.

Robin is also a Cat (can you tell cats are my favorites?)

Nancy is some kind of persistence predator I think. Maybe a cat maybe something smaller and cuter but also deadlier. Like those super cute tiny wild cats that are the most deadly predators you know? I'd love input from people who know more about Nancy I love her but I don't get her like I get Robin yk?

Eddie is a raccoon or a bat but I will take feedback on this

Please let me know what you think and if you have other ideas for what animals they should all be.

Really tho I'm just. Imagining the cuddle piles and also Robin and Steve being inseparable in all forms but particularly Robin getting one of those tennis ball chuckers to tire Steve out when he's in a Mood and like. Everyone who doesn't Know thinks Robin has a pet dog and her parents are like. We think it's actually Steve's dog but it likes Robin more and she is more of a cat person but she loves This Dog in particular.

Also. Eddie having a compulsion to dig through everyone's stuff including dirty laundry piles and trash. And Eddie accidentally instinctively washing his weed and being like. Oh shit. Shouldn't have done that.

[lynlyndoll]

𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥. ℜ𝔲𝔫. 𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: reader is scared tbh so there will be themes that may or may not scare you (tbh I'm not the best person to say because I usually don't get scared😭), comfort at the end

𝔴𝔠: 0.8k

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: werewolf! chan x human! reader

𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰: ok so we have werewolf chan during the full moon😔 ofc smth scary is gonna happen, but...

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Your boyfriend has always been careful about dates, especially because of his werewolf self. However, the way he acts today isn't like his normal self.

𝔞𝔫: hi!! this is my first work for spooky straykids week, so I really do hope you guys will like it!

Breath. Run. Breath.

This was everything your brain was telling you. You tried- No, you obligated yourself to not be scared, but your fears took over you way before.

It wasn't as if you didn't know that Chan, your boyfriend, was a werewolf. You knew very well of this fact and you loved him as he was. You often found your hands in his hair, massaging his ears while little hums in appreciation were heard from his side. You always smiled and giggled at the way his tail was wiggling whenever he saw you after a long day at work, losing control of his emotions and turning into his werewolf selfe. You never felt intimidated of the way his teeth were sometimes longer or the way that his body would be way taller than yours when taking the werewolf form. And you always trusted Chan to never forget about the full moon, that appeared once a month, when he had to go back to the woods to not hurt you.

But this time, he forgot. The first time in 4 years when he forgot about the moon. Everything was normal at first, you humming a song in the kitchen, preparing food for both of you. He was in his home office, finishing some work. However, it all started going downhill when you heard whimpers from your boyfriend. The whimpers soon became growls and you started to worry. You stopped everything and went to his door, knocking.

"Channie, you're here?" You asked, earning a few growls from him. You opened the door, only to see him in his werewolf form. You initially thought he felt an emotion too strong, but then you realized. It was a full moon. His eyes were looking directly in yours, as if they were telling you he is sorry. When you saw him walking to you, you knew you had to run. Run and hide. It was all a game tonight and you had to be the winner. You had to try to get him into the forest all by yourself. So you ran, taking your phone and car keys. He was behind you, sniffing the area so he got your scent better. You got into the car you shared and sped up, leaving your flat behind. You could hear growls sometimes, just behind your car. Your heart was beating.

Are you going to make it?

The drive felt longer than it should. Were you on the right track? Was he still behind you? Were you safe?

You didn't know and sometimes, it's better to not have answers. After a few more minutes you got into the forest. You got out of the car, silence taking over the place. Somewhere, not far away from you, you saw two eyes looking at you, two wolf. But they weren't Chan's.

Breath. Run. Breath.

You were trying to outsmart the werewolf that was now trying to catch you, but the werewolf didn't stop, running right behind you.

"Stop running, princess. I just wanna have a little chit chat." The werewolf said through his teeth.

You didn't stop. In fact you ran even faster, tears streaming down your cheeks. However, this wasn't enough for you to outrun him. He caught you, caging you under him, making you scream.

"I'm gonna have some fun with you first and then... I will enjoy my dinner." He smiled mischievously. The unknown's werewolf's breath was on your face, making you close your eyes in fear. But then, you heard something coming out in speed and yanking the werewolf off you. Then you started hearing growls and the sound of claws right on the skin, but it wasn't yours. The fight didn't take long, one of the wolves was whimpering, but you still didn't dare to open your eyes.

"Y/n" You recognized the voice. You slowly opened up your eyes and saw Chan right in front of you, offering his hand to help you get up. You accepted his hand, still thinking whether he does that to help you or not.

"Chan.." You sigh and suddenly get hugged by him.

"I.. I thought I lost you. I couldn't... smell you anymore and... then I heard your scream and I-" He said between hiccups. You hugged him even tighter and kissed his cheek.

"Hey, I am sorry for running, but.."

"No, no, no. You had all the reasons to want to run. But even if I would lose all my control, I could never hurt you, not even a little bit." He cried. You cried in his arms as well. "I love you too much to do something like this." He said, now looking in your eyes.

"I love you too" You caressed his cheek, kissing his lips, him melting in the kiss with his tail wiggling fast and ears on the back of his head. You smiled into the kiss at how you had this effect over him, knowing that if you were a werewolf as well, you would be the same with Chan.

𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱:

@agi-ppangx @lisaaassophhhieee @hyunjin-lover20 @deadgirlwalking3

[mistborn-bastard]

Alright so since i talked about sylvaris having blooms, it's time to talk about my sylvaris blooms <3 Will I potentially edit this? Most likely. I am indecisive and my characters give me new information about themselves all the time

Under the cut cause it's gonna get long and also cause i'm talking about sylvari heats, its gonna be nsfw We're going from who deals best with the bloom, to who deals the absolute worst with the bloom

Firstborn Talfryn

Is dealing with is great, perfectly in fact. He spends the entire thing with Carwyn, twined together and being hopelessly in love. He does the same whenever Carwyn is in bloom. Makes sure to prep meals and water ahead of time, can predict his bloom almost to the hour. Bloom lasts about 10 days.

Ophelia Cordylata

Barely feels it! It doesn't effect her at all, she gets to just keep doing whatever she feels like. Things infected by her spores are more likely to be affected by it. Bloom lasts 1 week.

Artain Caoimh

Experiences two days of extremely strong feelings, that are taken care of by the demon that hangs out with them. The demon helps dull the feeling while also helping in a more physical way as well. His stomach mouth drools a lot during this time, and they are extremely prone to lots of extra mouths opening up at random. Bloom lasts 2 days.

Ceinwen Vaughan

Gets a very mild bloom, she spends about a month feeling slightly on edge. The spirit that gives her rev powers feels it more cause he never had to deal with anything like that while alive. Bloom lasts 1 month.

Myrddn Sinensis

Hates spending his bloom alone, sometimes likes spending his bloom with many people. Gets very demanding during his bloom. Bloom lasts 2 weeks.

Indras Vespati

Gets slightly feral during his blooms due to merging with two mordrem beasts in the jungle. Tries his best to behave though, and has a set of collars and leads for if he's especially acting up. Bloom lasts 15 days.

Lassa Nerium

Is violent during her blooms. She is a sadist and its only amplified by her bloom. Desperately wants to her bloom with Damai, but it's never gonna happen. Bloom lasts 9 days.

Kestrel Atropa

Is annoyed by her bloom. She's got important shit to be doing, she doesn't wanna get distracted by this stupid thing. Hates the dream and hates the bloom, this woman is so mad about unneeded urges in her body. Bloom lasts 1 week.

Explorer Bronach

Doesn't handle it super well if only because she and her dearheart are always on the move! She has had to set up an unexpected camp just because her bloom caught her off guard. She's very cuddly during her bloom. Bloom lasts 5 days.

Ghil Taibhse

Struggles a lot. He doesn't really have anyone close to him and heightened emotions mean he's more likely to bite. And with his two rows of teeth, that's guaranteed to do damage. He would like to spend his bloom with someone eventually, he just might have to be bound and muzzled for it. Bloom lasts 20 days.

Damai Vespati

Has been suppressing it for so long that now that they are feeling again, it's become an explosive response. When turned into their space form they are extremely affectionate, and like to dote on their partner. However their size can make this a difficult situation. When in their normal form they sometimes have to excuse themself for a few hours, just to try and calm themself down. Blooms are random length and happen more than once a year due to suppression and out of control magic.

Comhghall The Bound

Deals with it so bad. The effects of his bloom can only be relieved by one person, who he fucking hates. Generally tries to suffer through it but will only make it a couple of days before caving and going to his be-loathed counterpart. Bloom lasts 2 weeks.

Dulcis The Golden

Dealing with it terribly. It makes their desire to feel something even worse, makes them feel like clawing off their own skin just to feel something. Has on more than one occasion stabbed their own heart in the desperate need to feel, but it didn't do anything for them. Is far too anxious about turning into the person they used to be to even think about asking for help. BLOOM LASTS FOR TWO MONTHS. Didn't start this long but their constant ignoring and drastic actions have made their body react stronger and for longer.

[all-risejd]

In Which No Dresses Were Harmed…

Exert from “After Shine”, this is a future scene for the fic - set just before Hall of Fame. Rhea and Danika steal sometime for themselves. Kinks to be aware of: breeding, scratching, biting, dom!Rhea, subspace, aftercare, choking, I’m sure I missed some - if I did, please let us know. 

“This seems like a lot for one night.” Danika murmured, as she gazed at the dress Rhea had tossed in her direction, the label made her squirm a bit. “Also, there is a lot of skin going on here.” It was a red number with cut outs. “Not that I mind showing skin, but like…” She trailed off, unsure. “This seems a lot more like a red carpet sort of dress, and I just had that photoshoot that got everyone talking about if I was pregnant or not…”

“Are you?” Rhea teased, as she made a move to rub her hand over Danika’s stomach.

“No, I’m not pregnant, that I know of.” Danika rolled her eyes, and shoved Rhea’s hands away. “Do you want me to be pregnant?” Danika cocked her head to the side.

“It would be the absolute worst time.” Rhea shrugged, “But we’ve established you make cute babies.”

“Oh my god, you're worse than the men.” Danika swatted at her, “Freaking breeding kinks all of you!”

Rhea openly snickered, “Dannni, you know you like being bred.” Rhea caught Danika’s hands as she started to swat at her again, and yanked her forward onto her lap, Danika didn’t even bother to put up a struggle, but did let out a exasperated sigh as Rhea snickered in her face, “Say it.” Rhea ordered, tightening her hold on Danika’s wrist where Rhea had forced her arms behind her back.

“Say what?” Danika asked, batting her eyelashes innocently.

Rhea leaned forward and bit her cheek, hard. “Say you like being bred.” Rhea whispered directly in her ear.

“Fuck, yes, Mami, I like being bred.” Danika whined, all the tension seemed to evaporate from her body.

Rhea twisted them, tossing Danika down onto the dress she’d originally wanted Danika to try on, before caging Danika in, by straddling the younger girls hips, and pinning her wrist above her head. The pair had been in their pajamas, which amounted to cropped t-shirts and underwear. Rhea bent over her, a smirk on her lips as she gazed down at her prey, “Say it again.”

“Mami-” Danika twisted slightly, “I like being bred.” She said it with a bit of defeat.

“Good girl.” Rhea shot forward and slotted their lips together, kissing her in a way that promised violence if she misbehaved, Danika melted, body going soft and limp under Rhea’s. “Such a good little brat.” Rhea hummed as she moved her lips down Danika’s neck, to her exposed collarbone. “Wanna play without the boys?” Rhea asked, seriously, as she gazed up at Danika, the younger nodded her head quickly, “Gonna learn how I take care of my mouthy little brats.” Rhea promised, even as she pushed both of Danika’s wrist into her left hand, pulling her right hand down to cup Danika’s chin, forcing her mouth open, Rhea slid two fingers into her mouth, and grinned as Danika immediately tongued at them and started to suck on them, “Gonna fuck you like I do Dom, sometimes.” She promised, “But not in here. I wanna fuck you in my bed.” Rhea pulled herself off of Danika, and yanked the younger woman up, tossing Danika over her shoulder, slapping her asscheek hard as she carried her out of the room and toward the room Rhea shared with Dominik. Danika let out a noise of protest at being manhandled. 

“Demi, please.” Danika wiggled in her grip, “Nails hurt.”

Rhea paused mid-step, Damian and Finn probably didn’t scratch and claw at Danika with pointed nails, “Ok, kitten.” Rhea loosened her tight grip, making sure her nails weren’t pressing as hard into Danika’s soft flesh. Danika let out a warm giggle, a muffled thank you, Mami sounded against Rhea’s side, even as she resumed her march across the bus. Rhea tossed her onto the bed Rhea and Dominik shared, “Strip.” Rhea ordered, watching as Danika hurried out of her layers. The boys were out with the kids at a trampoline park, the pets were seeing a local veterinarian to get their shots and grooming out of the way, she had maybe two hours to play with Danika.

“You're so obedient.” Rhea muttered, mostly to herself. Dom still had moments where he’d sort of question what was going on, but Danika (just like with Damian) had just melted into subspace with so much trust it made Rhea’s heart clench. For a moment she had to breathe, focus - what was Danika’s safe word, Damian had drilled it into them - it was Wesson, yes, ok. She smiled down at Danika, kissed her on the nose, and instructed, “Stay right here, I need to get stuff ready, ok?” Danika nodded her head quickly, “You can hold my shirt.” Danika liked to hold onto Damian’s shirt when she was in subspace, Rhea knew that from experience, so she hauled her pj shirt over her head and pressed it to Danika’s chest, the tiny woman curled her hands around it, brought it to her nose, and breathed in. If Rhea had thought Danika couldn’t be more of a turn on, she’d been wrong before. 

Rhea went to work then, dragging out the black rolling suitcase that housed her strapon, harness and various attachments. She didn’t want to hurt Danika, so she’d need to tone things down this time, but maybe someday she could work Danika up to one of her bigger dildos. Rhea tapped her chin thoughtfully, and went for a fairly normal sized eight inch long realistic dildo. Rhea stripped down herself, eager for skin on skin contact, as she attached the dildo to the harness, she wiggled the harness up her hips, secured everything where she needed it, then yanked Danika to where she wanted her down the bed, pulling her legs apart as she did, in one smooth motion she yanked the shirt free of Danika’s grasp, and caught her wrist again, pushing them above her head, making Danika’s back arch upward, Rhea bit at her bottom lip, before forcing her tongue into Danika’s mouth, the ever adorable little kitten met her tongue with kitten licks and moans. A smile pulled at Rhea’s lips, as she pushed Danika’s wrist together, and reached back into her metaphorical bag of tricks to grab a bit of silk rope, she tied Danika’s hands together above her head. Rhea moved her hands to cup Danika’s face for a moment, “Pretty kitten.” She purred, before pushing Danika’s chin down and spitting into her open mouth. 

True to what Danika liked, Rhea kept a hand loosely around her throat, and tweaked her nipples with her free hand, Danika kept her gaze on Rhea’s face, tongue darting out and licking the spit that hadn’t made it into her mouth off her cheek, Rhea smiled at how filthy Danika could become with just the right amount to pressure, Rhea careful of her nails, slid her free hand down Danika’s sternum, not digging in like she would normally remembering how sweetly Danika had asked her not to, before she twisted her wrist, and inched her hand down to cup Danika’s mound, “Look at you, cunt already sloppy wet from just a bit of rough attention.” Danika whimpered as Rhea squeezed her throat just a little, Rhea bit at her collarbone, as she pushed two fingers into Danika’s eager and tight little core, side stepping her clit completely. Damian might be sadistic, but Rhea knew exactly how to play a pussy like a well tuned guitar. She wasn’t gentle in the way she fucked her pointer and middle finger in and out of Danika, but did let up on her collarbones and chest, to capture her lips in a kiss once more. Danika was always greedy for kisses, Rhea had learned, the girl loved to make out, and would gladly do it for hours if that was an option, so Rhea rewarded her good behavior with dominating wet kisses, not caring one bit about how much saliva was going to end up on both their faces. 

“Mami?” Danika panted when Rhea pulled back, her pupils were blown wide, a flush on her cheeks and face, “Please?” Rhea grinned down at her, releasing the loose grip she had on Danika’s neck, and pulling her fingers free of the vice grip that Danika’s pussy had on her. Rhea flipped her over on her stomach, and nudged her legs apart again, she bent forward and bit both globes of Danika’s perky little ass, even as she reached for the lube in her bag of goodies, she coated the almost two inch thick dildo generously, before she pulled back the hickie she was leaving on the top of Danika’s right ass cheek, to pull her cheeks apart and gaze down at first her cute little asshole - they really should work on convincing Danika to let them fuck her ass - to her fluttering little hole, Rhea knee walked forward enough to line the tip of the dildo up, eyeing the way Danika’s body had tensed, then relaxed as the head of the silicon cock pressed the first couple inches into her. 

Rhea bent forward, sinking into Danika, to wrap her arms around Danika’s waist, and haul her upward to where she wanted her, Danika let out a shuttering gasp, as Rhea continued to guide Danika up and back onto the dildo. Once the whole of the silicone dick had disappeared into Danika’s tight body, Rhea grabbed a nearby pillow and shoved it under Danika’s hips to help her stay in the perfect position, before Rhea started kissing sweetly across her shoulders, brushing her long hair out of her way, so she could force Danika into another punishing kiss, Rhea rocked her hips backward, then surged forward, fucking into Danika roughly, the smaller girl yelped, but held herself as steady as she could, “Good girl, kitten.” Rhea whispered, even as she started rolling her hips a little more coordinated into Danika’s from behind, “Doing so good for me, want you to taste me when we are done.” Danika bobbed her head, agreeing instantly. Rhea set an even pace, if not aggressive. Rocking into then gently rolling out of Danika, until the younger girl was crying softly, and begging for release. Rhea flicked her gaze to the clock, she’d been fucking in and out of Danika for almost thirty minutes, and the girl had only just started begging - a whirl of positively filthy thoughts danced through Rhea’s head wondering if they ever got enough free time if the men would agree to taking turns fucking Danika along with Rhea, they’d probably have to convince Dominik…

“What do you want, kitten?”

“Wanna cum for you Mami.”

Rhea grinned, before sinking her teeth into Danika’s shoulder, hard enough she broke skin. Rhea felt the girl’s body tense, then tremble as she full on screamed. Rhea slowly eased out of her, followed by a gush of Danika’s cum, leaving a puddle on Dominik’s pillow and their comforter. Danika was shaking slightly even as Rhea hurried out of the harness, and hauled Danika into her arms, “Shh, I’ve got you.” Rhea wiped her eyes, as Danika’s body continued to shake in her arms, Danika pressed her face into Rhea’s neck and let out a weak little keening noise, her thighs were still clenching, and her stomach muscles were actively tightening, Rhea watched half amazed as another gush of cum dribbled out of Danika, this time against Rhea’s thighs. Rhea kissed at her lips, soft and sweet, wanting Danika to come down enough to drink something. Rhea had gatorade on the bedside table, once Danika could drink, Rhea helped her drink, and continued to rub soothing circles on her lower back. Danika sort of hovered for a few seconds, between worlds if Rhea were being poetic. Then, her eyes cleared enough that Rhea knew Danika was at least semi back with her. 

“Wanna taste you now, Mami.” Danika had a slight pout to her lips.

“Drink a little more, and then you can.” Rhea countered. Danika eagerly accepted a few more drinks before her pout was back in full brat mode, “Alright, little kitten, lay down, I’ll let you have what you want.” Rhea watched her shakily move to stretch out on the bed, careful not to lay in the wet (and now cold) puddle she’d left. At least it was laundry night, Rhea thought to herself, as she crawled over Danika’s body, knees bracketing Danika’s head, Rhea wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to this. The hungry way Danika craved pleasing them all. Danika held onto Rhea’s hips, soft as always, and hungrily licked between Rhea’s pussy lips, before nuzzling her clit, soft and sweet. Rhea groaned, Danika was a menace even when she was getting one off. Danika focused on Rhea’s clit, grazing her teeth over the sensative nub, before she’d suck hard enough Rhea let out curses, then she’d flatten her tongue against Rhea’s clit and lick downward, letting her tongue lick into Rhea’s core, Daniak’s little talented tongue would turn pointed and probing when she lapped at Rhea’s slit, as if she could fuck Rhea with just her tongue, and damn if Danika didn’t give it her best. 

“Just like that, kitten, flick my…er, yes.” Rhea drove her hips down, forcing Danika’s tongue deep inside her, “So good, kitten.” She promised, even as she raised up to let Danika breathe on her own again, Danika redoubled her efforts, focusing her talented tongue on Rhea’s clit, more than grazing her teeth against her sensative numb, almost fully biting her, when Rhea felt the pulls of her orgasm, between fucking Danika and the little brat alternating between biting her clit and sucking so hard on her clit it was borderline painful, Rhea came hard, with a shuttering, “DANI.” On her lips, as she pulled her now over-sensitive and pulsing clit free of Danika’s mouth, and pulled the girl into her arms to kiss her, tasting herself on Danika’s tongue and lips made Rhea grin into the kiss, before she was pulling back, “I need to clean your shoulder off, we might as well shower.” 

“My shoulder?” Danika looked at her confused, it was an adorable look.

“I brought blood when I bit you, Danika.” Rhea swiped her hand through the blood on Danika’s back then showed her. Danika’s eyes widened and her pupils seemed to dilate again before Rhea’s very eyes, “We don’t have time before the kids are back for me to fuck you again, sweetheart.” Rhea kissed her forehead, “Come on, let's get cleaned up, we still need to make lunch and figure out if you can wear that dress with your shoulder now sporting my bite mark.”

“I like when you and Damian and Finn leave marks on me.” She admitted, with a grin.

“You and Dominik are going to be the death of me, come on.” Rhea stood on still shaky legs, hauling Danika into a bridal hold and heading them for the bathroom. They could take a shower together, as far as she was concerned. They showered quickly, Rhea bandaged Danika’s shoulder, after she cleaned it out thoroughly because mouths were full of bacteria. Once Danika was dressed in shorts and a tank-top Rhea sent her to the kitchen, hoping the woman would make something yummy for dinner, while Rhea moved to strip her and Dominik’s bed, as well as clean up the multiple messes (starting with cleaning the dildo and harness), and pack everything not appropriate for small children to see away again. In her own t-shirt and shorts, she joined Danika in the kitchen about thirty minutes later. “I have to go pick the animals up from the vet, do you need me to pick anything else up?”

Danika exhaled, “You should probably pick up some pregnancy test, I know we were joking earlier, but…”

“But we aren’t always as careful as we should be.” Rhea kissed her lips, “I’ll get condoms, I know roughly how big everyone is, and I’ll get test.” She agreed before she kissed her again, “Whatever you're cooking smells good, mamacita, can you put my clothes in the dryer?”

“Sure, Dems.” Danika grinned at her, “See you soon?”

“So very soon.” Rhea promised, as she ducked out the door. When they had a chance to arrive at a location early they usually found a RV park or campground they could hang out in, since they were going to be between LA and Hollywood for the next week or so, they’d found Castaic Lake RV Park, and had quickly made it their home base. They had gotten two rentals - one an SUV and the other a sports car. The RV Park was close to a theme park called Magic Mountain that Rhea was desperate to go to. Sliding into the driver's seat of the Porsche, she headed out of the Park and into LA proper to pick the animals up. 

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ive been reading ur posts for a while and i had a vision from god recently that i needed to share with like minds, so i hope this will be to ur taste... i've been trying to find others who i know this will appeal to (besides me)

but...... bhaalcest-- orin being incredibly possessive over durge and jealous over gortash and durge's relationship, so she changes into gortash when she knows durge is expecting him and has her way with durge, while they're none the wiser.

for the sake of everyone else (and urself) i wont get into the nasty gorey parts that really makes this so much better, i love me some knife"play" (is it really play if orin just outright stabs u) and woundfucking (that i really want to get into but!!!!! i have to find the right audience... hoping i can rant insanely about all that here i just didn't wanna outright plop it down when this scene is good by itself too LJDLASJFAL) -👻

To be fair, I already wrote about Orin fingering a wound. I’m all for insane fucked up knifeplay rants in my inbox. Anyway, obligatory Dubcon, Orin, and Improper Use of Gortash’s Body warning

Something’s wrong with Enver.

You only notice it sometimes. The look in his eyes is wrong, or his grip on you is far too tight. Whenever you mention the change in demeanor, he brushes it off. Or he gets angry. Yelling, throwing things, veins in his throat bulging kind of angry. There’s something wrong with him. The man you know wouldn’t act like this.

You love it.

You almost pounce on him the first time it happens, so turned on you don’t even bother removing anything but the bare necessities. He’s confused for only a moment, but quickly falls into place. You ride him until his eyes roll back, nails digging so hard into your hips that they draw blood. You leave your own bloody scratches down his chest, marking him.

Imagine your surprise when you get to see him again a few days later and the marks are gone completely. It throws you off- your hips are still bruised. You call him out on it, he waves his hand and says he had an image to uphold. He can’t walk around looking like he was attacked by a feral cat. The comment irritates you. You like seeing him marked up, proof that he’s yours. You reach for your knife subtly. You think he needs to be reminded of your real claws.

You’re frozen when instead an ornate dagger is suddenly held to your throat. That bastard. He’s stolen your trick.

He presses the point of it to your throat, drawing blood. You feel the warm drip of it down your skin and into your shirt. You should kill him for this. You should play in his guts while he begs for the mercy of death. However, feeling him cut through your clothes with no regard for your safety excites you more. Every thin slice into your skin as he hurries to get you nude is exhilarating. You’ll get him back for it, eventually. You just need him inside you.

He shoves you back hard, splaying you out on the table. You eagerly spread your legs for him, throwing your head back with a gasp when he bends down to lick the trail of blood all the way back up to your neck.

He groans into your ear, hips grinding against yours with a stuttered breath. He wants to savor your blood, forever remember it staining your pretty skin. He leans to the side to hold the dagger against your stomach, dragging the blade across it teasingly. The cut is thin, barely drawing blood. You arch your back, desperate for more. He laughs breathlessly, pulling the dagger away to instead hold it over your thigh. You ask what's gotten into him. He laughs again, biting down on your shoulder. He asks a question of his own- how far would you let him go?

The dagger dances on your skin and you writhe, holding back a grin. Anything. You'd let him do anything, so long as you could play with him too. He groans, mouthing at the junction where your shoulder meets your neck. Of course. It'd only be fair, he wants you to play in his blood too. Wouldn't it be divine, love?

He's never called you love, ever. You're not sure he's called anyone love in his life, but when the blade finally bites into your flesh... you can't seem to make yourself care. You just beg for more.