#by hand i mean; no texture nor anything

[mysicklove]

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

DAY 8: TOYS

With: Giyuu Tomioka

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Sub! Giyuu, gn! reader, modern day au, vibrators, bullet vibrator, anal play, nipple clams, vibrating cock ring, reader lowkey sadistic, safeword mentioned, giyuu crying/sobbing,

A/N: i struggled writing this and i have no idea why. welp.

“There are so many…Where did you find them?” Giyuu mumbles into your neck, sitting behind you on your shared bed, completely bare. His face has turned a bright red, and hes getting extra clingy, meaning that he must be embarrassed. But he is embarrassed majority of the time you do anything remotely not vanilla, so you are used to it.

You sit with a grin, staring at the items layed in front of you. Most of them are a shade of pink, but some are purple, or dark blue. Toys. You have acquired a bunch of sex toys, and today you were going to try them out on your adorable, stone-faced, boyfriend. “Online. Do you want me to explain what they all are?” 

He nods into the back of your neck, peering over your shoulder, and wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

His eyes scan the multitude of silicon, and the strangely shaped devices. He has never owned nor even talked about sex toys, and the fake pussy is staring right at him, and is making him squirm uncomfortably. You pick it up, laughing at the way he seems to cower at it. “This is a fleshlight. We also have another one over here,” This one was a green color, and just looked like a cylinder with texture on the inside. He liked this one immediately more. “You fuck it instead of your hand.” He blushes at the bluntness of your words but nods.

You set the two down, and Giyuu makes sure to turn away the lewder fleshlight so that it doesn’t face him. You giggle at him but don’t say anything and begin to search for your next item.Your hands trace to a white wand-shaped item, bigger than the rest of them. “Watch this,” You say, clicking on the button to see it jump to life. Giyuu’s eyes widen at the loudness of it, and how strong the vibrations are, and he unconsciously leans into you. “This is a vibrator.” You place it on his chest, and he jumps when they graze his sensitive nipples, shooting you a half-hearted glare. “We also have a bullet vibrator.” You grab the pink circular vibrator with the long attachment cord. “I have some fun ideas for this.” 

He covers his face and groans when you playfully slap his ass. “Alright, two more.”

Giyuus eyes wander to a mental chain with two clamps on both ends. Before you can continue, he cuts you off, pointing to it and mumbling out, “What is this?”

Your face lights up, and you place a hand on his thigh, leaning forward to whisper into his ear teasingly, “Nipple clamps.” You grab the chain from his hand, and pinch the two sides, staring at his chest in awe. “Bet they’ll make your cute nipples all red and swollen,” You sigh, mouth already watering at the idea. 

He flinches, pulling away. “Th-Thats gonna hurt,” The dark-haired man complains, trying to hide away from your sadistic gaze. He squirms when you laugh, and grabs a purple silicon circle, hoping to distract you. “And this?”

“Mhmm, may be my favorite. Cock ring. Prevents you from cumming, and look!” You press the button, sending the toy to life. “It also vibrates. Man, Giyuu, you are going to have so much fun tonight!”

His face pales slightly, and he drops the toy. “I don’t like that one,” He frowns, not liking the idea of not being able to cum at all. 

You peck his mouth, ignoring his complaint. “Hmm, most men don’t. But you’ll look so cute!”

He lets out a small whimper, hoping to coax some sympathy from you, but you just smile at him, petting his head. “It’s gonna be fun. And you will have your safeword. So if you don’t like anything too much, we can stop.”

He doesn’t say anything, instead moving closer to you. You feel something tap your thigh, and grin when you look down. “Well, arent you excited?”

He gulps, looks up at you one more time, and then buries his head into your neck with a whine, mentally preparing for what’s to come.

He was right to prepare, he was already trembling before you even turned anything on. He yelps when you clamp the second nipple on, and you wipe away a stray tear. “Hurts,” he whines, cringing when he glances down at his chest. 

“Sorry love, it’s over now. That was a little uncomfortable, huh Giyuu?” You murmur, cupping his face and kissing his cheek. The words make him feel like a child being comforted after getting wounded, but still, he melts at the tone, playing into it by sniffling and nodding. “Oh you’re so cute, just makes me wanna tease you.”

He whimpers, frowning at you and shaking his head. You pull away and run your fingers down his body, and then sit back on your knees before him. He lays on his back, hands on your knee, while blinking at you, waiting patiently for what’s next to cum.

He lays naked, and with one hand on your knee, seeking comfort. The thin chain connects his two nipples together, and lays lax against his pale chest. On his cock, is the cockring, that sits silently, waiting for you to turn it on. His dick fumes against his stomach, twitching in arousal. Next to him, lay the light green fleshlight (he convinced you to put away the pussy one), and the wand vibrator. And finally, the pink bullet vibrator is up his ass, and grazing his prostate. 

“Alright, let’s start this, yeah? How many times do you think you are gonna cum?” You tease, distracting him as you reach in between his thighs, and click on the vibrator. 

He jumps, sighing out when he feels the low vibrations inside him. “Don’t know,” He mumbles, “Maybe two times?”

You giggle, shaking your head. “Way too low of a guess, silly boy.” The sound of the cockring clicks to life, and Giyuus eyes visibly widen. It was at a higher intensity than the bullet vibrator, and it surprised him.

The two intense feelings send him shivering, and quietly moaning out. His hand grips onto your knee, and he buries his head into the pillow, panting into the soft fabric. You smile at him, and then grab the fleshlight, quickly pouring a copious amount of lube in.

You then steady his hips, huffing a laugh to see them already trembling. Then you force the fleshlight onto his cock, marveling at the lewd squelching noise. 

His reaction is immediate, bucking his hips into it, but then frantically pulling away, as if he was confused. “Wait. Wait. Wait. At the same time?” Giyuu uncharacteristically yelps, eyes wide and staring at you in panic.

You cock your head to the side. “Of course? What did you think we were doing?” He tries to respond, but it’s cut off by a moan when you slide the entire thing back on. It’s too big, considering the cockring covers too much space, so the tip ends about halfway into the toy. 

The vibrations travel to the silicon when the two toys touch, and it sends Giyuu crying out. “F-Fuckkkk. No no no. It’s too much!” 

His hips barely touch the ground anymore. Frantically moving from side to side, and then bucking upward into the toy without his consent. His frantic movements send heat to your groin, and you reach around in between his thighs to turn up the bullet vibrator to the highest level.

His thighs instictually close shut, and your hand almost got caught in his trap. You smack his upper thigh gently, in a tease, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His back is arching and he is gripping the sheets, letting out a silent scream. Giyuus face is buried into the pillow, but he’s whipping his head from side to side, overwhelmed with all the sensations. 

You pump his dick slowly, instead focusing your attention on your obviously overstimulated boyfriend. “I can’t–I can’t. Oh my god, it’s everywhere,” he cries, legs sporadically bending and then kicking out. 

His body forces himself to the side, moving your hand aside, as his hips come up. Then he turns himself completely over, onto his hands and knees as he screams into the pillow, while bucking his hips backward and forward into the two vibrations. He hiccups when he feels his nipples being tugged at by the force of gravity on the clamps. 

“There ya go. More comfortable on your hands and knees?” You don’t wait for him to respond, brushing his hair to the side. “Now, what’s everywhere, Giyuu?”

He sobs something into the pillow, but you can’t hear it, so you gently pinch his thigh. He gets the memo immediately, and pulls away, balancing on shaky hands, as drool coats his face. “T-The vibrations–Everywhere!” He hiccups, lifting his ass higher in the air as his eyes roll back.

A sadistic urge boils in your stomach as you glance at the white vibrator. He was wrong….They weren’t everywhere, and you wanted to change that. With one hand, you bring the fleshlight back to his cock, and then gulp, before picking up the wand, and switching it on. 

He doesn’t hear the new sound of the vibrator, focused completely on the feeling of the fleshlight again. His hips drill into it, and then occasionally arch as if to push himself deeper into the bullet vibrator.

You reach under him, and gently place the wand on the chain. It pulls it down, and also sends vibrations rippling through the chains. 

Giyuu’s eyes widen, and then immediately he sobs into the pillow, cringing as his fists jab into the bed sheets. His nipples are being pulled at, and are vibrating profusely. “Ow. Owwwww, stop stop! Its–I can’t–Oh help me!”

Before you get lost in the mouthwatering view, you are quick to ask if he is all alright. “Your color?”

“Green. Green,” He hiccups, “But you are so–so mean to me!” 

You kiss his upper thigh and continue to move your hands up and down his shaft. His whole body trembles, and the only thing louder than the multiple vibrations, was his constant moans and cries. “But you are gonna cum soon, right, Giyuu?” You coo, watching the way pre begins to dribble out, and helps lube the toy.

He nods into the pillow, body beginning to collapse on itself. You are quick to pull him upright, liking the view of his trembling ass, and shaking dick a little too much. “Bet it's going to be intense,” You mumble, “Bet it’s going to feel so good.”

Your words send his head spinning because you are right. He feels himself approach closer and closer to it, and its never been this intense before. Every sensitive part of his body is being stimulated, and it hasn’t even been five minutes.

You know the signs of your lover beginning to approach his orgasm, and you take the cockring off. One of these days youll use it to deny him his release, but not today, that would be too brutal with everything that is going on. He doesn’t notice, because it’s immediately replaced by the fleshlight fucking him up and down.

 ��Please. Please. I–” He falters, forgetting how to speak when his orgasm hits him. His whole body shakes, and he sees white. Every inch of his body is screaming out, and he has got to be on cloud nine. 

He stays silent through it all though, eyes rolling back, and teeth biting into the pillow. Cum shoots out, onto his stomach and the sheets, and you smile through it all. 

His legs collapse moments later and his whole body falls limp against the sheets, jerking sporadically from the continuous vibrations on his prostate. Giyuu felt as if his brain melted, his every thought truly fucked out of him.

He feels his hips being lifted again, your arm supporting him, and he glances at you with hazy blue eyes. “Don’t pass out on me now,” You tease, strapping the cockring back into place. “We still got at least two more orgasms to pull from you.”

And the second the vibrations turn on, he seems to snap awake, but its too late. “W-Wait!” 

You just laugh, and bring the wand vibrator back to his now-redden nipples.

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[cannofsardines]

May I ask for a crumb of Azure using his tentacles in affectionate ways like hugging or carrying SOBSS

: AZURE/GN!SURVIVOR READER

(Anon didn't clarify what role the reader is along with if they were killer or survivor , so I'll automatically go with survivor reader)

content below : Established relationship , fluff , vague description of gore(the gore description is a flash back) , no dialogues for azure whatsoever except his hat(which is the spectre speaking)

You were caught in an unfortunate predicament. A very terrible one at that. Being forced to sit on the cold grass of planet voss with a sprained knee, you were currently gambling with fate if your fellow teammates will find you or it would be the killer who'll finish you off first. To top it all off, the round had just begun

At the thought of the latter, your heart raced and you felt your breathing become more heavy. The silence which previously was occupied by the sounds of crickets, was concealed by the rapid pounding of your heart. Your fingers gripped your thigh bone, it was hard to bear the pain especially when even a slight movement was enough to trigger a unbearable throbbing sensation which was followed by a stinging pain

This was *clearly* a lesson to be learned, had you not been running around so carelessly, maybe you wouldn't have found yourself in this dooming position you are in now. Yet was there any point in reflecting when you were clearly going to be punished for what's done?

At this time, you couldn't help but think how you'd die this time. The familiar sound of a chainsaw rang through your head, the feeling of a cold machete plunged into your head which was reeled back due to its owner, Jason. Your body meets the freezing ground before your blood eventually warms you up. Or maybe it would be a familiar corrupted arm that would end you, the sharp end of his claw forcing itself inside your flesh before he tears you apart so easily.. To simply put it, the deaths you suffered were anything but merciful even at the hands of a child

Many unwanted scenarios flashed by your eyes accompanied by the unforgettable pain they bring, even if you go through the same horror every time, the agonizing hurt doesn't numb nor does it go away. Which only made the physical pain you were feeling even much more worse now

In your horror, you didn't register another presence approaching you from behind until a recognizable squelch and slithery appendage broke you out of your train of thoughts. You only had little time to react before it hooked itself around your waist and raised you up. Your sprained knee punished the sudden movement with a quick sting that forced a hiss out of you, a rough and raspy voice that you were accustomed to cackled at your form

"wHat A patHetIc DisplaY.. @cK—!"

You turned your head over to the tall figure that stood beside you, a hand over the mouthy and pointy hat they wore before their eyes adverted its gaze over to your pained figure. He didn't need to be vocal about the confusion he clearly had, since it was obvious from his body language loosening up around you which left you with your usual thoughts of 'cute' and 'adorable'

The small detail aside, you were stuck in an awkward position. You clutched the leg with the sprained knee and attempted to hold it as still as you can while with your best efforts you could currently muster, tried to flash Azure the best smile you managed to

He tilted his head, and he immediately could tell what was up. The gooey and icy texture that hooked your stomach wriggled before it adjusted itself to hold you in a more comfortable position, the other appendages helped to support your body too and before you knew it, you were face to face with your boyfriend who eyed your injury intensely like it could be chased away with his mean glare

Azure looked around just in case of a survivor who stumbled across the both of you, which luckily, there was none. You stammered out a request which was finding a medkit with a bead of sweat trickling down the side of your head. Lucky for you, your boyfriend complied and swiftly made his way to the usual spots that usually had a medkit

He kept a tight grip on his pointy hat's mouth to not alert any of your fellow survivors and off the both of you to find a medkit laying around, if there was one that remained untouched at least

After multiple peeking-behind-a-corner acts, with the help of your eldritch-like lover's appendage, you finally spotted the aid you were looking for and signaled the item to Azure. They made a quick run towards it to retrieve the item while their tentacles hugged you tighter, and before you knew it, you were at a desolated corner of the map

His speed always puts an expression of shock combined with amusement on your face, it was especially terrifying during rounds he was killer and he would hunt down the other survivors but nonetheless it managed to leave you awestruck. He placed you down gently on the grass, crouching to bandage your scrapped knee

His hands gently brushed over your scrapped skin, his tentacles despite it's tight hold on you, also made you feel at ease somehow. The way it handled you gently, curling around you with an underlining affection Azure couldn't verbalize but it didn't need words for the intention to be known, not when he made it obviously known even when he was forced to kill you

Unfortunately the shared peace wouldn't last since the hand previously shutting the mouth on his hat regained its freedom to speak what it wanted, making very loud noises of grunts and screeching.

"YoUrE nOT suPPOsED tO be DomESTiCAtEd! YoUrE SuPPOSeD to KILL KILL KILL!"

It whined at an awfully high pitched screech, an unfamiliar voice it spoke in. It screamed and shouted like a child which ruined any semblance of silence between you and Azure that you both loved

"DOnT yOU RemeMBER tHe lASt tImE yOU lOVED?! DON'T—"

After Azure finished bandaging up your sprained knee, his hand gripped the mouth shut. His zipped mouth almost looked like it was gritting, before you could offer words of comfort you feel most of his appendage curling itself on your body and moving you closer to him. Now this felt like his attempt of hugging you because he clearly have his hands full with the unwanted company you both were stuck with

A giggled left your mouth and you laid your head on his shoulder to get some well needed rest for the time being

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first req done, I hope anon doesn't mind me adding additional stuff to build the scenario. Otherwise it would've been very short

[diejager]

could you write something for stepdad alejandro and dbf rodolfo?🩵

Cw: stepcest, praising, worshipping reader, fluff, barbecue, cheating, tell me if I missed any. Note: I stuck with the “canon” age, meaning Rudy and Alejandro are in their late 30s or early 40s.

Mexican summers were always warm - warmer than what you were used to when you were living farther up - with it’s blazing sun and vivid fauna that seemed to glow under the heat and clear blue sky. Thankfully, the air wasn’t stale, neither dry nor humid, but a equal temperament with a soft breeze that cooled the sweat that clung to your skin. You hadn’t dared wear anything other than your bikini when you stood in the busy backyard barbecue your mom and your stepdad had decorated and filled to have guests and friends alike over in the mids of a beautiful July. Unlike many of the older women who covered up in a dress or loose pants out of traditionalist convenience, their children - a cousin or a friend, young adults who were as rambunctious as you - were unabashedly prancing around in thin-strapped bikinis and low trunks, all happy to take in the warmth on their bronze skin. 

Some people you knew, others you didn’t, Alejandro often invited his ragtag group he called Los Vaqueros to every barbecue if he could, his bright and joyous smile lifting the corners of his lips while he flipped the spiced beef kebab he left marinating yesterday. You couldn’t say you knew them very well, boisterous and proud people, but you were familiar with his right-hand man, sweet Rudolf who seemed to loved pampering you as much as he adored you. A man of softness and tender praises, the rough texture of his fingers carefully holding your hips, massaging the fatty rolls and whispering compliments, affectionate confession about how pretty and perfect you were.

“Muñequita, ” Rudy mumbled, pulling you towards him by your waist in open affection, letting others see how close he was to you, arm wrapped around your back and cheek pressed to yours, a smile lighting up his face with every flustering words he let slip down his tongue, “Are you free tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, lashes fluttering from how close his lips were to yours, his minty and warm musk filling your sense as much as it drowned out all your thoughts, “Why?”

He chuckled at your flustered and glazed expression, your lips pulled in a small and adorable pout while you clung to him, leaning your weight into his side as if you attempted to stand closer and closer to him despite being wrapped up in him arms:

“Ale and I were thinking of taking you out. That new restaurant you mentioned? We managed to reserve a table.”

“What?!” You turned to stare at him, gaping admiringly, “I- How’d you even do that? I’ve tried so many times and they always seem to be booked!”

“Well, Ale pulled some fa-”

“Honey!” Your mother called out to you from her side of the garden, surrounded with friends near the food table, “Could you go down and get more beers?”

“Of course, Ma!” You clambered out of the pool, water dripping down your thighs while you patted yourself dry, “Sorry, Rudy, I’ll be right back.”

You caught him smiling at you before you slipped through the kitchen door, carefully stepping down the basement-turned-man-cave’s stairs to get the beers out of the fridge. Finding the right pack, your bent down to rummage through the back to reach it when you felt hands grasp your hips. You jolted, eyes wide as you peered over your shoulder-

Only to see Alejandro’s shit eating rain, wild and blazing, smirking down at you with his crotch pressed to your ass. You swallowed thickly, watching the corded muscles of his arm flex and his swimming trunks hanging low, a bit of trimmed hair peaking out to tease you. 

“Thought I’d come down and help.”

Your body burned under his lidded gaze, thick and heavy, weighing you down with a churning in your core,

“Seems like more than just help.”

He laughed, a low bellow that rocked you forward, his shoulders shook and eyes gleamed so brightly, but mischievously. He was like the sun, hot and boisterous, and Rudy the ocean, all embracing and calm.

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[dykedvonte]

The two party scenes in mouthwashing are clearly supposed to have subtle illusions to the phrase “Have your cake and eat it too” which is very interesting since she now know that Curly doesn’t like sweets.

I mean the entire birthday party scene first centers around Curly having to make a cake for his own party that he likely would not even partake in. He’s doing it mostly for the others and because he is the only one able to. He doesn’t want the cake nor to eat it but it’s his job and his party, so it’s a must. He’s cutting the cake and splitting up for the crew but doesn’t want a slice for himself. Likely four big hunks he serves up while watch his main plate sit empty. He is unfulfilled but can we really say that when the only thing offered is something he doesn’t like?

Then we turn around to the feast scene where Jimmy clearly wanted the “cake” to be for him from the birthday party. He wanted to be celebrated but an underlying issue is he never wanted to take the steps to actually make his cake. He just wanted to consume Curly’s which is where the inherent problem lies. There was always going to be a small amount left. He’s pining after the remnants of something already used up and doesn’t realize he barely has any to go around until it’s almost too late. He’s almost licked the plate clean without actually tasting any of it and it sits empty in his stomach.

Metaphors aside it’s about responsibility and the idea of worth. Curly doesn’t want the party, or the cake. He doesn’t feel like he deserves the former and doesn’t like the latter, the praise and the responsibilities he carries that stem from it. Jimmy on the other hand wants both but doesn’t want to make or follow the recipe. He wants the instant product, respect, gratification, to feel worthy with no effort. He is the only one to truly consume anything at the end of the day; the crews autonomy, their lives, even only he consumes Curly’s leg, forcing the rest onto Curly much like the overload of responsibility Curly had put on his own plate.

Just my own interpretation of something I’ve been noticing going around, wanted my hat in the ring. I think the cake tastes like a cake textured cotton candy dumdum.

[korpuskat]

Metal in Flesh

[Ao3 Mirror] Pairing: Ramattra/Reader (GN, has a vagina) Rating: E WC: 4.4k Warnings: None, it's pure smut & fluff. A special thank you to @statuetochka for indulging my silly ideas & drawing his hands so much. ===

He tastes like his machine oil. Freshly cleaned, not a trace of dirt between his purple-painted joints. It’s hard not to flex your tongue against him, to explore the little creases in his plates that tease the side of your tongue.

But the hand on your jaw and the precarious placement of his fingers- two under your tongue, his thumb on top, keep you still. He’s exploring. Though it’s not your tongue itself that he’s examining. He drags his thumb down, making the object of his obsession spin- a particularly strange feeling that is still novel even after so long healed.

It’s only taken him a few months into your relationship to notice- or at least to ask about it.

“…Why?” Is the particularly succinct question he comes up with.

“Becath aylikith”

Ramattra’s gaze lifts ever so slightly, from your pinned tongue to your face. Reluctantly, he lets go. You push saliva over your tongue, wetting it before you try speaking again.

“I said, because I like it. I like how it looks.”

“Aesthetics?” Ramattra tips his head, looks down to your lips. You obligingly open your mouth again and present the jeweled rod again. This time, he just looks at it, rather than trapping the muscle for investigation. “I would think that should hurt rather badly just for aesthetics.”

“It did.” You confirm. “When I first got it, it hurt a lot, I couldn’t even eat the first day. But it’s all healed now. Doesn’t hurt at all.” To prove it, you catch the bead on your top lip and pull your tongue sideways, making the entire piercing rotate again. “Besides, you’re in no place to judge; I know you also changed stuff on yourself for how it looked.”

He scoffs, “That is hardly the same. Repainting my enamel coat isn’t remotely painful, nor did it impair such a basic, important function as eating.” He touches the purple plate at the back of one hand with the other. It’s more subconscious than anything, but you still watch his hands with that same fascination. “Besides, my modifications aren’t exclusively aesthetics.”

You grin widely. That kind of stubbornness, the mild disdain in his vocoder… It’s so easy to goad him. “Neither is mine! It has a very good use, actually.”

Ramattra’s head actually bobs as he modulates a disbelieving noise, “Really? Exactly what functional purpose does a metal rod in your mouth serve?”

Excitement washes over you and you don’t bother trying to hide it. “I can show you! I’ve kind of been meaning to for a while, actually, but you keep insisting I don’t have to.” This alone makes his head twitch to the side, perplexed, intrigued. You reach for his hand, and he happily allows you to take it and bring it back to your face, much too curious.

Here, you pause and stare up at the dark slits for his optics. His huge fingers caress over your cheek, cool and firm against your skin as you gently kiss the circular rubber pad of his palm. Ramattra hums softly- which breaks into a stuttered, staticked mess of a noise as you lick that rubber pad. He can feel it, you’re almost sure given the twitching of his fingers against your cheek. Those pads are sensitive, meant for traction and precision- you know he must feel the warmth, the softness of your tongue completely surrounding the hard point of the piercing’s ball. Even with your spit, the metal drags against rubber, catching on the textured ridges.

“You--” His voice cuts out, glitches sharply as though gasping. It’s a rare treat to see him worked up, indulging his own desires, so you bask in the roughened sound of his voice and the dull hum of his ventilation system ramping up. “I should have known it would be that...”

You grin again, then kiss his palm innocently, as though you don’t feel the warmth that’s now radiating from him. “I did want to use it sooner. You’re too selfless for your own good.” You pull on his arm and he allows you, lets you trail kisses up the smooth plate of his forearm. “Can try it now, though.”

His nod is sharp, firm enough to jostle the endcaps of his mane. “Yes, perhaps I would… enjoy that.”

You snicker, but don’t comment on the breathy tone his voice takes, already dysregulated from a single lick, don’t comment on how quickly he sits on the bed that he’d gotten for your sake nor the speed with which he releases the latches on his pelvic plate. Air rushes from his vents again, almost like a sigh as his cock bobs freely.

You might never get used to it, knowing that he made something so obscene just for you… The thrill of it- of all of him- rushes through you, makes your belly heat. But you set that aside for now, instead pushing the golden joints of his legs apart and lowering yourself down to your knees. Which only makes your growing desire ever worse.

Like this you’re so very, very aware of how big he is. Built for war, he dwarfs you in every way. Beside you, his thin, bird-like legs are almost up to your shoulder, just barely giving you enough room to comfortably lay your arms on his thighs. Looking up at him… He sits so stiffly, one hand curled into the previously pristine sheets, the other is curled across the lowest part of faceplate as though obscuring his mouth. Shy, maybe, you think. Would make sense- he doesn’t particularly enjoy receiving one-sided attention. So, you smile up at him, rub your hands soothingly across his canvas-covered thighs and hope that soothes him.

Finally, you let your eyes wander back down his body. Slowly, you ease your hands in from his legs until they brush the base of his cock, where the silicone meets his inner frame. Without any lubricant it’s a dry, sticking feeling, but it’s still enough for you to hear the hum of his fans pitch up in anticipation.

He’s been so patient, so nice to finally let you try this, so you only tease him a little more. You straighten up and stare up at his faceplace, hands moving firmly onto his cock as though you’re going to take him into your mouth immediately. He tenses, waits the sudden onslaught of your mouth around him-- and finds instead your soft lips laying against the smooth head, pressing a delicate kiss to the silicone. Ramattra’s legs twitch,, a little whiny noise coming from somewhere inside him-

And you lower your head down, dragging the tip of your tongue from the base of his cock all the way up. His ventilation kicks and a staticked gasp slips from his vocoder. With only the tip, not yet letting him feel the jewelry, you lick at him, you flick your tongue against the soft ridge at the head of his cock until you think you might break him.

Ramattra hisses your name, somewhere between a plea and a threat. Desire surges in your core again, but you think he's been patient enough. Slowly, deliberately letting him watch as you move- you open your mouth and ease his tip past your lips.

Immediately, Ramattra groans, both hands twisting into his sheets as he processes your warm, soft mouth on his cock. He's big enough that even just his tip makes your jaw twinge in annoyance, but you relax your muscles and urge him further in. His body bursts with heat, already struggling to keep up with the hot air that’s soaking his processors- but that's not quite the reaction you were expecting. So you press your tongue firmly against the underside of his tip- though you aren't sure if Ramattra's cock is particularly sensitive here too- and drag the piercing over the ridge.

A high-pitched noise spits from his vocoder, almost a yelp as his whole body flinches. You'd almost worry you hurt him, that the metal was too rough on the silicone, except for the rough, rolling gasp that comes after. For Ramattra it's a distinct feeling- your mouth all soft and inviting and one firm bead of resistance that pushes back against him, that emphasizes each stroke of your tongue along his cock. It's addicting, one tiny piece of metal in all of that plush flesh. His hand lifts- nearly burying itself in your hair unbidden, but he kills the impulse- tries desperately to be still for you.

You gently bob your head, working up to a slow rhythm. With each motion you keep your tongue moving, sweeping across the silicone. Each time you move down, you try to take in more of him, slowly inching his cock deeper until he's prodding at the back of your throat. The first touch makes you gag, your mouth tightening around him as spit floods your mouth- and Ramattra's hips jump, momentarily fucking you mouth- and he moans.

You clit throbs at the single rough thrust, at the absolutely musical noise from his speakers- his need completely betrayed with the strain on his synth, the first touches of static to his voice. A desperate whimper escapes you just knowing that you're the one making him feel like that and Ramattra sucks in air in turn, his fists curled so tightly you can hear his actuators whining.

Even just listening to his pleasure, knowing you’re the one causing it-- it's all too much. You take him in deep again, sucking his cock with purpose, but you slip one hand between your legs. Trying to keep your focus on him is nearly impossible when you can hardly think with how badly you need to be touched. You shove your pants down and the first touch on your clit is near ecstasy. Sucking his cock, hearing his appreciation alone has left you swollen and soaked, trembling with pleasure as you moan shamelessly around his cock. You circle your clit and shiver, the pace of your tongue on him stuttering-

And this time, Ramattra doesn’t stop the impulse. Ramattra's fingers curl into your hair. You expect him to push you down, that his self control is broken, that he'll fuck your throat and-

he pulls you up. Your scalp stings softly, but you can only mewl in confusion, in desire- how must you look to him? Your own spit covering his cock, eyes glazed over in lust, one hand working yourself with a desperation- and Ramattra catches your arm with his other hand. You whimper, a mindless plea of no, please don't stop- as he pulls again, draws you up, up off the floor-

And you think for a moment he's going to fuck you, to get you in his lap-

“Come here.” His voice is almost unintelligible, harsh with static. He doesn’t even let you comply, dragging your body onto the bed with him as he lays back. Your head spins, too clouded to understand what he wants- which is fine, because he moves you exactly how he's thinking. He pulls you on top of him, legs spread wide over his broad chest and then spins you around so you're looking at his cock again.

That's all the prompting you need. Still spit-slicked, you take him into your mouth again. The new angle is different, unusual- his cock arcs down towards your tongue, making it easier to take him deeper-- and making the press of your piercing into him all the more intense. Ramattra makes some noise behind you- and you would try to squeeze your hand beneath yourself to keep rubbing, but with your belly pressed to his, it’s too tight a fit. The metal of his chest would dig into your wrist too much. But your clit aches, too needy to be ignored. Desperate, you rut your hips against his chest, hoping to find any friction at all against his hard bands of armor-

And Ramattra's big hands land on your hips.

He pulls you back- back as far as he can without dislodging your mouth from his cock. You want to ask, can't seem to understand what he's doing- until each thumb slips between your legs. You moan softly, try to question what he’s doing, but if he hears you, he makes no response. Ramattra parts your folds, revealing your pussy. Warm air washes over your sex- another rush of his ventilation- and you whimper, twisting in his hands at the embarrassment of him looking at you so closely.

You don't expect the press of cool metal directly to your clit.

The temperature makes you jolt away from him, but his hands keep you still, keep your clit trapped right against his faceplate as Ramattra moans. All crackling and ruined, his voice is vibration right against your clit- and you finally understand. You bob your head again, determined to keep those noises coming from his synth.

You sink down on him, taking as much as you can. Ramattra purrs against your pussy, a low rumble that makes your hips twitch, rutting back against his face, your clit rubbing delightfully on the divot between his faceplate and jaw. It’s so primal, needy-- and Ramattra’s grasp on your hips shifts, pulling you towards him again, urging you to keep going. You’re so close already it’s hard to hold any rhythm, but he helps, pushing his mouth against you each time you come up on his cock- and each time your piercing catches the tip he moans, a bolt of static pleasure rumbling directly into your clit.

You can’t help it. You dig your nails into the coverings on his thighs, try desperately to focus on him, on making him cum- but the sound of him, the taste of his cock, and the incessant buzzing of his moans against your pussy are too much. Your rhythm breaks entirely as he pushes you over the edge. Your own noises are muffled, lost to the silicone in your throat. Metal hands keep your thighs spread as they twitch and try to close around him, forcing you to feel as he moans, praises you indistinctly through your orgasm- the words lost against the overwhelming feeling of the continued vibration of your clit.

You can’t think, the pleasure too sharp, too strong- you try to squirm away, to get any relief, but his grasp shifts, one arm now wrapped around your waist to keep you still. The other presses to the back of your head. His hips lift- and he as fucks your mouth desperately.

Ramattra moans, all static-garbled and needy, still rumbling against your pussy. And still you work your piercing against him, match his careful pace with hard licks of your tongue- and each panting, growing moan you can feel him getting closer, every Ah, ah, ah- buzzing harder into your clit as acute pain- a raw overstimulation that only builds into whimpering, twitching second wave that makes your whole body tremble in his hands-

And it’s your hips throat twitching around him again that makes him gasp- the rushed intake of air and firm press of his face against your pussy in a long, droning note as he overloads entirely. His hips thrust up into your mouth one more time before steam rushes from his vents, fills the room with hot air and every joint in his body goes lax.

For a long time you lay there, shivering and boneless. His arms are a pleasant, heavy weight across your back, a good counterpoint to the weak shudders your body gives from time to time. Your clit and throat ache, but it’s a monumental task to move yourself just enough to no longer be choking on his dick or have your over sensitive clit pressed to his firm metal. It takes three tries on your shaking arms before you can manage it.

You lay there, limp and much too tired to try to extricate yourself further from the heft of him. Instead, you close your eyes and enjoy the silence, letting your body relax and cool off until the soft harmony of Ramatta’s internals returns. First, the hum of his processors, then the fans of his ventilation resume, much quieter than they had been before- then his lights return. Positioned as you are, you don’t see his array’s lights, but you do watch as the indicator lights in his cock turn from a yellow- muddied by the purple tinting in the silicone- to green, to finally red.

Ramattra’s fingers twitch on your back, and you laugh slightly as he mimics clearing his throat. He gently lifts your hips and helps you roll off of him, but with a limp waving request of your hand, he then helps you to turn around and lean against his broad chest, half on top of him again.

If you had any energy left at all, you’d be embarrassed- or perhaps aroused again- at the sight of his faceplate; he’s soaked. Everything between his optics down to the tip of his chin is coated in your wetness.

And yet when he speaks, “I apologize I was… overly enthusiastic.” It’s all contrition. One hand touches the side of your neck, a silent voicing of fear of injury.

Instead, you press your face to his hand and he meets you halfway, stroking along your cheekbone with unspoken reverence. “But you liked it?” While his voice has been perfectly reset, yours is still rough, rasping from the strain on your throat.

“I…” He starts- and immediately his fans hum louder again. Your lips barely crack into a knowing smile before he admits it, “Yes. It was… enjoyable.”

“See, more than just aesthetics.” You say, melting onto his chest more, idly stroking at the long pistons mimicking collar bones.

“I suppose I have to agree. You can hardly see it to begin with.”

“Maybe you should give me a piercing you can see, then.” You say it offhanded, a little joke-

“What? I couldn’t.” Ramattra shoots back immediately, “I have no experience with that.”

And his rejection only makes the idea more appealing, more real. “No, wait, think about it! You could research how to do it and where. Your hands wouldn’t shake, you’d be able to center it better-- I bet you could even design it yourself…” You grin and look up at the dark slits for his optics, half pleading. “Come on, at least you’d be saving me money and a trip out.”

Ramattra’s hands on you stop moving, but he doesn’t pull away. So completely motionless, you know he’s processing it, mulling the idea over. “You… want me to pierce you?”

“Well. Yeah, I guess? I mean I like piercings and I think you’d do a good job… and…” You blush softly, finally averting your gaze from his as though this is somehow more intimate than sucking his cock until he overloaded and cumming on his face twice. “Maybe I kinda… like the idea of having jewelry that you made, that you put there…”

His design on your body. It’s not just intimate; it’s possessive. A silent, private mark of your relationship… If you weren’t not so thoroughly spent, it might bring another wave of heat between your legs. He must have come to the same conclusion, because something shudders in Ramattra’s chest.

“I see.” He says coolly, as though you don’t feel the streams of hot air that again slip from his vents. “Then, I will look into it.”

In all, it takes Ramattra three days. Three days before he’s guiding you into his workshop and lifting you up onto his desk. The thrill of how easily he picks you up- big hands cradling your rib cage as he sets you onto the metal surface- always makes you a little giddy. Even more so is the little purple velvet box that sits nearby. You reach for it-

And Ramattra snatches the box up with a tut, “No peeking.”

“Fine.” You sigh exaggeratedly, watching as he skims over the tools he’s acquired in the last half week. A bottle of antiseptic, forceps, a marker-- and your eyes wander to a small package of needles. Your stomach tightens a little just seeing them, so you look at him instead, distracting yourself as Ramattra finishes his preparations. “Where did you decide?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, instead gently putting one finger under your chin and turning your head away. His other hand drifts over your ear- and eventually catches the little flap in front of your ear canal between thumb and forefinger. “Here.” His hands abandon you, turning back to his tools and grabbing the marker. “It is called the tragus.”

You hum in acknowledgement, but otherwise keep still as he focuses on your ear. Carefully, methodically- Ramattra touches the tip of the marker to your skin.

He draws your chin back towards him, examining the dot he’s made from the front before retrieving and handing you a mirror. “This is… acceptable?” He prompts as you look at your reflection. You could almost laugh; the ink of the marker is perfectly centered- likely is, mathematically. You knew he’d be good at this.

“Yeah, it looks perfect.” You look at the mark a moment more, picturing jewelry in its spot. It is… a strange location. “Why’d you pick this one?”

Ramattra pauses, his turn towards his tools a little too intentional. “If you wish to remove it later, any scarring should not be too disruptive.”

Something tightens in your chest. You reach out to him, gently touch his forearm. His head only slightly turns back towards you, just enough for you to see the corner of one slit. “I’m not going anywhere.” You say it, squeeze his arm again and hope he’ll internalize it this time. His only response is a small hum, an acknowledgement of the words, if not their meaning. So, you redirect him. “Can I see the jewelry now?”

Again, Ramattra hesitates, but caves with a halting, “Yes, I suppose so.” He holds the box a second too long- so tiny in his big hands- but offering it to you.

You don’t even hide your ecstatic grin as you take it- too excited at the possibilities. His designs are always so sleek, but you don’t know what he would choose for you to wear. You crack open the box- and the first thing you recognize is the color. Purple- the exact shade as his accents, as his jaw. But it’s not just his paint- you hold the tiny box closer and squint. It’s almost an inverted teardrop shape, but not quite. There is a silver dot embedded in the lower half, the point that would be sharp is clipped, a notch taken out of the wider top… You look at it for a moment longer- and your excitement melts into something warmer, recognition.

“It’s your chest plate…” You murmur and reach for him again. Only the lower half is visible under his tan cowl, but Ramattra stands still, lets you lift the soft fabric to reveal his own inverted teardrop- the purple latch right in the center of his chest.

“There’s more…” His voice falters, rasping through a whisper, strained with the same feeling that’s twisting in your throat.

You look back to the jewelry, unsure how there could be more meaning lain into it- but you take it from the little velvet cushions that hold it in place- and understand. The back of it is green with tiny golden lines etched into it. A circuit board. You brow pinches for a moment, dragging a nail over the back- feeling the protective coating over the circuits. It’s too small, too clipped to be functional. Just decorative, symbolic?

“When I…” He starts and stops, stepping closer to you- laying one hand on the outside of your thigh. “When I installed…. that I also had to replace and redesign some chips that were in my hips for functionality. I… kept the originals.”

“This is… you?” You murmur, tracing the tiny golden threads again. An actual chip from his body… “Or, was part of you?”

Ramattra nods stiffly, watches as you examine the tiny thing. “It’s… acceptable?”

“Yeah.” You sniffle, “I love it, Rama…” then hurriedly put the jewelry back in its box and shove it back towards him. You rub at your watering eyes and force out a tight, “Hurry up and pierce me before I cry.”

Ramattra nods again, shifting easily into his practiced movements. He swaps your ear with antiseptic and dips the piercing into the bottle, laying it on a sheet to dry as he picks up his tools. You focus on his faceplate and stare up at him as he steps in front of you. He waits there a moment- soaks in your gaze before touching your chin and urging you to turn your head just as he had earlier.

You close your eyes, don’t look as he clamps the forceps down.

“Breathe.” His voice rumbles, so close to your ear. You shiver, but obey- taking in the cool air of his workspace, the scent of his oil, relax into the warm proximity of him-

And as you exhale he pierces you. Hot pain washes over the whole side of your head. You clench your teeth, try not to flinch as he moves quickly, replacing pieces with a smoothness that you should’ve expected from him.

“Good,” He praises, still low and quiet and so close to you- and finally he pushes his design into the backing.

Ramattra steps away, but you grab at him- hands landing on the silver handles at his hips. He stops, turns towards you- and the tears you’d managed to suppress before being stabbed boil over.

“Does it hurt? I-”

You’re crying before you can even wrap your arms around him.And realizing you’re crying into his cowl- your face pressed right up against the exact plate he used as a design makes you weep harder. But he steps right up against the table and shushes you, strokes your back with an affection no one else has even seen in him.

“I love you,” You manage between shoulder-racking sobs- and something inside Ramattra shudders.

So quickly he adjusts, no longer holding you to his broad chest, but near doubling over, half lifting you off the table to press his faceplate into your shoulder. He buries himself in the warmth of your body- and shudders again as your grasp scrabbles over his back, no longer cinched around his tiny waist, but sliding up under his cowl, grabbing at the long bars of armor and holding yourself up against him.

“I love you so much,” You murmur to him, half broken by sniffles- and he squeezes your ribs in turn.

[just-a-creep-babe]

What Makes You Tick - Chapter 13

(Ticci Toby x Reader)

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You wake up quietly, peacefully.

There’s no buzzing migraine clouding your thoughts, no stiffness, no soreness—nothing.

It’s… pleasant.

You are, however, not alone in bed. Toby’s there.

You’d expected him to leave sometime in the night. You hadn’t expected him to say, nor had you expected to wake up so close to him with his arms protectively wrapped around you.

You certainly hadn’t expected him to be half naked.

When did he take his clothes off? And why?

From what you could tell, he is, at the very least, still wearing his boxers. But there’s no mistaking the feeling of his bare thighs brushing against yours, and his chest is very obviously lacking a shirt.

The one thing he’s still wearing, besides the boxers, is his mouthguard.

You nearly huff at the sight.

Did he really never take it off?

Curiosity tempts you into sneaking a peak, but you quickly dismiss the urge. You don’t want to break his trust after he agreed to stay with you.

Instead, you content yourself by absorbing the other details of his body, as though who he is and what he’s done might be mapped out between the freckles of his skin.

Countless scars litter his form, all of them varying in shape, size and colour. Some look deeper than others, and some look like they’ve never fully healed, as though the slightest injury might slash the skin open once more.

You wonder again about everything that must’ve happened to bring him where he is now. You wonder about what he must’ve lost, the things he must’ve sacrificed—if he had a family, a career, a partner…

Before you know it, you’re reaching up to trace feather-light touches over his scars, as though you could know their stories based on touch alone.

There’s one on his neck, slashing right across his collarbone, the colour a baby pink embedded between blemishes. You brush over it, feeling the subtle shifts in texture of the damaged tissue, and then your touch wanders further beyond it.

You trace over his collarbone, gently feeling the curves and dips of his body all the way to his shoulder. Absent-minded, your path has you tracing empty patterns all the way down his chest.

You’re about to reach deeper, about to dip beneath the covers to feel more of his skin, when he gently stirs awake.

“(Y/n)…”

Your face flushes.

He caught you.

You want to tell him that it’s a misunderstanding, that you weren’t doing anything—you just got distracted.

But before you can explain yourself, he sighs, like he isn’t fully awake yet, and you nearly deflate with relief.

You sit up, the embarrassment lingering, but your movement snaps him fully awake.

His long lashes flutter as he blinks once, then twice, squinting at the wisps of morning light filtering through the dirty window. He sighs out a groan, stretches, and then those dark brown eyes lock with yours.

“You’re awake,” he murmurs, and the sleep lacing his voice has him sounding huskier than usual.

You try not to think about the way your body responds so naturally to the sound.

“Mmh,” is all you say, with a tentative nod.

He groans with another stretch, shifting in place, and as he does, you feel something rub against your thigh.

You don’t think twice about the contact.

That is, not until he freezes in place, mid-stretch, and his eyes go wide.

“S-shit—I-I’m sorry!”

He recoils abruptly as he apologizes, his face and especially his ears turning beat red.

You honestly don’t know what he’s apologizing for. It only clicks when you notice that he’s covering his hands between his legs, and he can’t hold eye contact like he’s ashamed.

“I’m—I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean to. I—I didn’t—“

“T-Toby, it’s fine—“

“N-no, I swear, I—I’m not—I wasn’t trying anything, I—“

“Toby—“

“I wasn’t—“

You roll your eyes, throw a leg over his waist to straddle him, then yank his hands away from between his legs and pin them up either side of his head.

“Toby,” you state firmly, “It’s fine.”

He looks up at you, wide-eyed and deathly still, deathly silent—a deer in headlights.

You almost consider it a victory; you got him to calm down. But then you realize what you’ve done and what position you’ve inadvertently ended up in.

And you can feel his morning wood pressing against your inner thigh.

You freeze on top of him.

For a second, neither of you move.

He’s warm beneath you, his chest heaving slightly as he pants his stress out.

You should get off of him.

You weren’t thinking when you got on top of him. You just wanted him to relax.

The right thing to do, you internally reason, would be to apologize and somehow explain this whole thing’s just a big mistake; a spur-of-the-moment, split-second, poorly-thought-out decision.

But there’s a lump in your throat and you just can’t seem to find the right words to explain yourself.

“(Y-y/n)…”

When you don’t move or speak, he hesitantly murmurs your name.

He flexes his wrists beneath your grasp, and it occurs to you that, time and time again, he’s proven how much faster and stronger he is than you. If he wanted to get out of your hold, he‘d already be out by now.

“…Are you scared of me?”

His question, uttered in a low hum above his breath, catches you off guard.

“What? What… what do you mean?”

“Do I scare you?” he asks again, shifting slightly beneath you. And although the movement is faint, you don’t miss the way it has him unintentionally rubbing against your inner thigh.

The entire lower half of your body clenches in delight at the contact. Something tight and unbearably hot coils in the pit of your stomach, and your thoughts get the slightest bit hazier.

“Sometimes,” you admit quietly.

His eyes flicker to your lips, lost in thought. He seems to mull something over in his head, and then he returns to meet your gaze.

“But not all the time?”

“Not all the time,” you affirm with a slight nod. And then, considering your own answer, you ask, “…Is that stupid?”

He purses his lips. “Maybe. Probably.”

You swallow thickly.

Get off of him. Get off of him. Get. Off. Of. Him.

A voice nags at you to move, to leave and pretend none of this ever happened.

But his eyes drop back down to your lips, and then over the curve of your neck and along your collarbone, and something about the way he looks at you is entirely too reminiscent of the way you’d traced those absent-minded patterns over his skin.

You repress a shiver, and when it causes your hips to shift slightly over him, again, you feel him stir against your thigh.

“You think I should be scared of you?” you ask quietly, as though speaking could distract from the way you shift again—a subtle attempt to feel his covered length drag along your skin.

His breathing grows deeper, more ragged, and he inclines his own hips up to meet yours.

“I think so,” he answers huskily, “probably.”

You exhale shakily, partly because of his answer, and partly because his cock twitches against you as you roll your hips over him again.

And again.

And again.

“Are you going to hurt me?”

“No. Maybe. I don’t—I don’t know. Not on—n-not on purpose.”

It’s a shoddy answer at best, but it’s somehow just enough to convince you not to stop.

You ground your pelvis against his, and he hisses out a breath as he feels the warmth of your cunt through the shorts you’d slipped into halfway through the night.

His back arches up, wrists flexing against yours, and you finally relent your hold on him in favour of bracing against his chest.

Your fingers fan out over freckled skin, and his own hands, warm and strong and steady, find purchase around your hips. He indulges in gripping two handfuls of your supple flesh, and with his newfound leverage, he coaxes you to keep grinding back and forth above him.

Your head falls back to release a breathy sound, back arching, pushing your chest up, and all you can suddenly think about is that you want him to touch you.

You reach over his hands, tug them away from your hips and almost painfully slowly start to move them up, up, up along your form.

His calloused fingertips brush over the skin of your waist, bundling up the fabric of your shirt as you lead his touch up over your ribs.

His breath hitches in his throat as you pause, ever briefly, right beneath the supple flesh of your tits. Deep brown eyes flicker from your chest to your eyes, like he isn’t sure where to look for approval but he wants to feel you.

And then finally, you guide his hands beneath your shirt to cup over your tits.

He groans, brows furrowing as he arches his hips further up into you. You return the favour by grinding deeper against him, rolling your hips in circles, and when you squeeze your hands over his, he takes the hint by kneading at your tits.

Your body’s a live wire, buzzing with need and adrenaline. Your head’s fuzzy, clouded by the incessant throbbing in your core, and you can’t seem to stop your hips from grinding and humping his length pressing through his boxers.

You can barely distinguish whether the wet circle on his underwear is because of your slick rubbing off on him, or if it’s from the precum dribbling from his tip. Either way, you don’t care. You just want him inside of you.

The thought spurs you on to impatiently bounce on top of him, so that every time your hips meet, his cock nudges right against your clit.

You throw your head back, moaning out another breathy sound, and he answers with his own whimper.

“(Y-y/n), I don’t know—I-I—I don’t know if—“

His cock twitches as your thighs clench around his hips. Something of a shiver races down your spine, coiling that knot of heat and slick even tighter in your abdomen. And whatever he was about to say is quickly forgotten as you whine and beg him to play with your tits.

The look of desperation on his face is beyond blissful.

You can feel the tension in his body. The muscles in his chest tighten, as do his fingers to squeeze and tug and pinch at your nipples and fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck—how long has it been?

You want him to ruin your insides.

“(Y/n), I—I can’t—“ he stutters out another half-coherent sentence before you snap your hips back down onto him. And whatever he was about to say quickly dies on his tongue as his back arches and his head falls back.

You watch, mesmerized, by the way his throat moves when he moans for you.

“Toby, I need it—“

His whole body stiffens beneath you, his muscles tenses as he curses out a strained, “H-haaah—fuck!”

And then with a whole other slew of curses, his hands move back down to your hips, yank you down as hard as possible onto his dick, and then a shuddering tremor’s passing through him as his cock throbs and pulses uncontrollably.

You only realize what just happened when you feel a specific kind of warmth pooling between your thighs. When you look down, surely enough, his underwear’s wet; the previously damp patch a now prominent dark circle.

He came from only dry humping.

You’re flattered you have such an effect on him. But Toby, it seems, is beyond mortified.

He presses his palm to his head, covering his face with a groan.

“F-fuck—fuck! I’m sorry, I—I swear that never happens, I—I just—“

“Toby—“

You can’t help but snicker quietly despite yourself. And you don’t know just when, exactly, you got so comfortable around him, but you suppose grinding on someone until they cum might have that effect.

“It’s fine,” you reassure, and then you let your hands wander down his chest, scratching faint lines into his skin until he’s shivering and buckling up into you.

“S’not fine,” he grumbles.

And then, suddenly looking up at you, he gives a squeeze to your hips.

That unbearable heat, still gnawing at your core, throbs impatiently, hungrily.

And then you don’t know if it was his plan all along, or if he just recognized that look of need on your face, but with one sharp thrust of his hips, he throws you off balance and pins you down, reversing your positions.

You gasp his name, and the sound has something devious flickering in his dark eyes.

He presses a chaste kiss to your collarbone through his mouthguard, the hard material of it biting into your skin, then moves lower to plant one at the hem of the top of your shirt, right above your chest. His fingers bundle up the fabric of your clothes, dragging it up to reveal your stomach, and there, he plants another bitingly rigid kiss at your ribs.

“Let me make it up to you,” he murmurs, kissing at your navel, then even lower down. “Let me make you feel good.”

[genshinrail]

A Heart For Valentine's Day

Mahito & Illumi x Reader (separate)

Summary: Your yandere lover understood "heart for Valentine's Day" a little too literally.

A/N: My two favorite yanderes <3 Sorry I am a little late on this, but I got this idea and I rather post it a few days later to Valentine's Day than wait a whole year.

Warnings: Blood, human heart, implied kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome? Suggestive in the end. Mahito, Illumi. Read at your own risk.

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Mahito

You regret mentioning Valentine's Day to Mahito. He was a little too interested in it. He asked you questions, and when you answered truthfully he'd have a wide grin on his face. You particularly mentioned a heart, meaning a heart-shaped box of chocolate.

You should have been more specific.

Mahito had left, for what you did not know. Nor did you question it. You much rather not think what Mahito was doing. But soon he returned, a bag in his hand. It was leaking blood.

"Darling!" Mahito yelled happily. "I have a Valentine's gift for you!"

Your eyes widened. Valentine's Day gift? From Mahito? Part of you was happy that he'd do something so sweet for you, but the rational half of you recognized the bloody bag, which couldn't be good.

"Really?" you asked carefully. "But I didn't expect anything..."

"Just open it!" Mahito pushed the bloody bag to you. You'd be a fool not to take it, so you did.

Slowly, you opened the bag to see what was inside. The moment you saw the fleshy texture and the red, your eyes widened and your own heart stopped.

What was inside was a human heart. It was covered in blood, meaning Mahito had taken it directly from the source; a living human most likely.

"Well??" Mahito asked eagerly. "Do you like it?"

It took a bit, but you took a deep breath, closed the bag, and gave Mahito a sweet smile.

"I appreciate this, but... I meant a heart-shaped box with chocolate."

Mahito's brows rose a bit and he looked confused. Then he shook his head. "Well, you should've specified! You said 'heart' so I went to look for a fitting human heart for you!"

A sudden guilt flashed through your body. But why? You put your head down. "I'm sorry..."

Mahito looked at you confused for a moment, and then his lips curved into a wide grin.

"It's okay. How about you return the favor~?" You raised your brow, looking at the curse with confused eyes.

"Come on, darling", Mahito mocked. "You know exactly what I mean."

Your whole body tensed as Mahito walked close towards you, a sleazy grin framing his face.

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Illumi

You were in the Zoldyck mansion, as usual, tidying some rooms up. It was part of your "spouse training". Even if after marriage you wouldn't be doing much tidying, it was still a useful skill to know, said your mother-in-law.

"Excuse me", you suddenly heard a voice behind you. It was one of the butlers.

"Master Illumi has returned."

Your heart sank in your stomach. Even if he had domesticated you, you still felt fear when hearing his name. You suspected he didn't take those negative emotions away completely.

You walked to the front door of the mansion, waiting for Illumi to return. As the Zoldyck estate was large, it still took a while for Illumi to come.

But he was surprisingly fast and appeared in your watching distance in no time. You already smiled, making sure Illumi wouldn't detect any attitude.

"Welcome back home!" you bowed deep as Illumi stepped inside the mansion.

"Back home what?" Illumi asked. His tone was normal, but your heart stopped for a second. His aura was dark, and threatening.

"Back home... m-my love?" you corrected yourself.

"That's better", Illumi said. “I may have to drill that into you."

You were silent, frozen in fear.

"But since you're here", Illumi suddenly took a box wrapped in a ribbon and gave it to you. "Happy Valentine's Day."

You couldn't believe it. Your fiance, who most of the time was very stoic and serious, was giving you a gift. You tried your hardest to suppress your smile. The fear you had was almost all gone. You bowed lightly, then began to unwrap the ribbon. It fell and you lifted the top of the box.

Your smile faded as quickly as it came and the fear returned when you realized what was in the box. It was a human heart. The blood around it was dry but vibrant; it was quite fresh.

"What is this?" you asked boldly.

Illumi tilted his head to the side in confusion, like you asked a strange question.

"It's Valentine's heart", he answered, as casually as ever.

"Dear", you began, "I wanted a box shaped as a heart full of chocolate!"

Illumi tilted his head on the other side again, staring at you for a few seconds. Then he straightened himself and took the box away from you.

"You should've been more specific then," he said. You didn't have time to argue more. You simply nodded.

Suddenly, Illumi got very close to you, his lips being a few millimeters away from yours. You couldn't help but lean away a little, but it didn't matter as he followed your movements. He was smiling in a devious way.

"Then, I'll have to make your own heart pound fast."

Your cheeks instantly heated up, knowing exactly what he meant.

"Isn't that what couples do on Valentine's day?"

[muffinsin]

🎃 Happy Halloween 🎃

Sub! Cassandra Dimitrescu x Dom! G!P OC Lauren

[Tags : mommy kink, praise kink, humiliation, sex in public and semi-public spaces, costumes, anal, toys, orgasm play]

Lauren shows Cassandra just how exciting Halloween can be, while making her fantasy of the brunette in a costume of her choice become a reality

Masterlists

╰┈➤ Find more about Lauren under #oc lauren at my profile. The other parts of this series can be found here (Bela) (Daniela)

Happy Halloween everyone!🙌🎃👻

Lauren was thrilled at the idea of a Halloween party, a very welcomed break from the hard work at the castle. The moment the idea was brought up, her mind was swarmed with ideas.

Among those she fancied the idea of her girlfriend shown off in a costume worth of her, and the excuse to put the brunette into such outfits was more than enough motivation for her to fully support the suggested idea of a small Halloween celebration at the castle.

Cassandra felt differently. She did not understand the concept of such a holiday, nor did she care. Why should a random day in a random month mean anything to her, if she did things considered horror every day?

She cared not for what her girlfriend told her, only met suggestions of her family with snarls and rolling eyes.

This was about to change.

”What’s this?”, Cassandra asked, eying the black gift bag in her girlfriend’s hand. The woman merely smirked at her as she stepped closer, her free hand resting on Cassandra’s hip and making the brunette jump when her flesh was suddenly squeezed.

”A gift, silly. Haven’t you seen one before, Cassandra?”

The brunette rolled her eyes.

”What’s in the bag? Is this about that stupid party today?” Cassandra asked, her eyes fixated on the bag. She saw a small, nearly transparent bag in it, with a leathery texture. It looked like rope, almost, yet stiffer. The brunette was curious, despite her distaste for the apparent “Holiday”.

”I thought I’d get you a costume, for today. Or do you have one already?”, Lauren asked, knowing this was not the case. She was painfully hard already from just picturing her girlfriend in the outfit she had brought her.

The brunette groaned and rolled her eyes, pushing the other woman away from her. “You go to the stupid celebration if you want!”

Cassandra gasped when her arm was grabbed and she was pushed up against the wall behind her, her eyes wide and her thighs automatically pushing together when her clit ached. She so loved when her girlfriend made a display of her strength..

”You told your Mother you’d be there, and me”, she stated. Cassandra was about to object, but was shushed when her cheek was cupped. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint either of us, would you?”

Lauren smirked as she noticed the light blush on Cassandra’s cheeks. She snarled at her, yet agreed to attend. “Good, I’ll be keeping an eye on you, Cassandra”, Lauren said, yet her thoughts were all over the place as she noticed just how close her hard cock was to Cassandra. The tight maid uniform barely did a thing hiding it, yet it seemed her girlfriend did not take notice of it just yet.

”So show me the bag already”, Cassandra huffed. She felt frustrated, in many ways. She stood with her arms crossed when Lauren pulled things from the bag, her eyebrow rising as she inspected the things.

When she reached for the leathery looking item, Lauren pushed her hand away. “Patience, Cassandra”

The brunette groaned, her hand reaching for it again, and it was yet again swatted away, more aggressively than before. “Must you always be such a little brat about things?”, Lauren huffed, her cock hardening further. She looked forward to making her girlfriend behave like a good girl again, a task exclusively hers.

Cassandra bit her lip when her girlfriend moved over to her again, standing behind her. She felt Lauren’s hard dick pressing against her backside. “Why don’t we get you dressed”, Lauren suggested, her lips brushing against her girlfriend’s sensitive neck. She smiled to herself as her tongue licked over the bite marks littering the woman’s neck. “We’ve still got so much time until we have to head down”, Cassandra said, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

”Oh I know”

The younger woman’s fingers easily found the zipper of Cassandra’s dress, pulling it antagonisingly slow. Cassandra squirmed in place.

When the dress was finally off, Lauren didn’t waste a moment to let her hands roam over her girlfriend’s body. The woman bit her lip and made quiet noises as her flesh was squeezed and caressed.

“You didn’t mention if you had a costume…”, she breathed out as her bra was pulled down and instead of the clothing, the strong woman cupped her breasts instead.

”You’ll see mine later, don’t you worry about that now”, Lauren cooed. “I’ve been very curious to see you in yours”, she added.

Cassandra watched eagerly as the gift bag was finally opened fully. The leathery item was revealed to be a tail, a leathery black one with a devil’s arrow at the end. Upon seeing the other end, her eyes widened.

Lauren chuckled as she held the tail plug up by the straight middle peace, the leather allowing her a tight grip on the toy. She smirked at the quiet brunette, her free hand reaching out to squeeze the woman’s face and pull her in by her chin.

”Cat got your tongue? Wont you tell Mommy what’s on your mind?”, She teased. Cassandra blushed brightly, her thighs pushed together. “It’s big”, she murmured, observing the large, metallic butt plug that belonged to the devil’s tail.

Cassandra gasped when her underwear was pulled down and the air of the room hit her most intimate parts. A throaty moan slipped past her wet lips as Lauren pushed the cold plug between her warm pussy lips, humming as she did so. “Aren’t you a wet little thing”, she hummed. The brunette bit her lip as her partner leaned in, her lips against her earlobe “You’re such a little slut, Cassandra”, she whispered.

The brunette moaned loudly when the plug was pushed inside her soaked pussy, in and out a couple of times until it was equally soaked as her cunt. “Get on the bed”

Her tone left no room for objections, and so Cassandra eagerly swarmed and got on all fours on her bed, her cunt warm and soaked for her lover, the woman’s cock on her mind. She saw the outline of it under the woman’s uniform and felt it press against her, and all she could think about was to get it inside of her and fill her. Her nipples were hard and sensitive already, her pussy aching for Lauren to fill it already.

She eyed the woman in the mirror standing at the wall of her bed, biting her lip as she saw her grab a bottle of lube and hold it over her exposed and stuck out behind. Her back arched automatically when it dripped down on her, almost ticklish, as it slid between her thick ass cheeks and was eventually smeared all over her tight asshole with Lauren’s precise fingers.

”Fuck me..!”, she moaned lowly, and jumped and gasped when her ass was slapped harshly. Dark red blood barely slipped from the cut on her ass caused by Lauren’s rings, yet the sight was more than welcome.

”What did I say about patience, you little brat? You’re not getting a thing before I allow it, baby”

Cassandra moaned when her hair was tugged. “Do we have an understanding with each other, little brat?”

She gulped. “Yes Mommy”, she moaned, her mind occupied by thoughts of the other woman’s cock deep inside of her, fucking her and bulging her stomach as she praised and degraded her all at the same time.

She shivered as the large plug was rubbed against her wet asshole, the tight hole stretching as Lauren pushed the tip in and out of her. “Please..! Mommy..”, she moaned lowly.

”What’s that, baby? Do you want more?”, Lauren cooed. She kept Cassandra’s ass cheek pushed aside with one hand, the other pushing the tip of the plug in and out. “Does my pretty slut want more? Do you want Mommy to push the big plug deep inside your ass, Cassandra?”, she cooed. The brunette felt lightheaded. She gripped the sheets so tightly, her knees already feeling weak as her ass was teased.

“Yes, Mommy”, she answered. Her ass moved slightly, as if grinding on her lover.

”Good slut. You’ll make such a pretty devil for me”, she answered. Cassandra moaned when finally more of the plug was inserted in her, groaning as the last bit stretched her ass, before gasping when it finally slipped fully inside. Her hole felt wet and warm, full with the plug. The tail felt oddly heavy on her backside, yet the plug never slipped out even when she shook her ass.

She moaned loudly when the other woman gripped the tail tightly and yanked a little, having the kneeling woman arch her back more. It felt so good and had her shiver helplessly as Lauren fucked her ass with the plug, her legs shaky and weak after mere seconds already.

”M-Mommy…!”, she moaned, her nails tearing she sheets as the warm plug kept hitting her insides. She felt it deep in her, the tail heavy even as Lauren held and yanked it.

Cassandra yelped when her hips were tugged back. She hasn’t realized she was no longer kneeling and arching her back properly and got back in the required position. “More, please!” She begged, slutty as she was, without shame.

The brunette merely moaned when her ass was slapped instead and Lauren pulled another few items from the bag. “You’ve been such a brat lately, Cassandra”, she cooed as she stepped in front of said brunette.

”I need your co-Ugh!”, Cassandra shrieked in surprise when she was slapped, then moaned as her face was gripped harshly. She knew her girlfriend was done playing friendly with her.

”Why would Mommy give you her big cock if you’ve been behaving like a bratty whore for days?”, she questions rhetorically. The brunette bit her lip to keep from moaning when her tail was adjusted to rest beside her now. She almost pouted and snarled at her girlfriend’s words, her need to get her soaked pussy filled by her girlfriend driving her nearly insane.

”Don’t you look so miserable, Cassie”, the woman mocked. Cassandra attempted to speak yet again, but merely groaned when her nipples were pinched painfully. “No, brat, you’re quiet when Mommy talks, and you’ll answer when she asks you a question. Is that understood, Cassandra?”, she demanded. Cassandra answered with a quiet “Yes, Mommy, I understand”.

”As I was saying, there’s no need to look so miserable, baby, Mommy intends to play with you for very long-“, Lauren gave the tail yet another yank, having the brunette shriek and moan, “- and very intensely.”, she added with a smirk. “However, you will not just get Mommy’s cock this time, not until I deem you’ve behaved well enough”, she explained, her eyes meeting golden ones as she had Cassandra suck her fingers clean.

The brunette watched as two white clamps were put on her hard nipples and licked her lips as she watched her girlfriend undress. The tight shirt was torn off first and almost had Cassandra jump forwards to grope the soft breasts revealed to her, yet she merely moaned and shivered as the unusual weight of the tail held her back from swarming. “No touching yet, you greedy slut”, Lauren said firmly, her shirt and bra tossed aside as she instead worked on undoing her belt.

Cassandra squirmed when she was turned and gasped when every turn made the tail move slightly and the plug rub against her insides.

”M-Mommy No-ooh!” She gasped when she was flipped roughly and the toy pushed deep inside of her before she adjusted to the new position. She laid on her back, on top of pillows and blankets that had her slightly elevated and feel more exposed than she already did.

The brunette groaned when the clamps on her nipples started vibrating, teasing her sensitive nipples as she laid and squirmed and moaned.

Lauren eyed her greedily, her rising chest and her wet inner thighs, her soaked pussy full of her arousal and wetness that almost sparkled in the light when Lauren pulled the Dimitrescu’s pussy lips aside. Cassandra’s back was arched perfectly, the tail’s plug deep inside her and keeping her so perfectly sensitive for Lauren. She almost pitied her brat, almost.

Cassandra opened her eyes back up at when her wrists were grabbed and she felt the smooth, leathery texture of Lauren’s belt around her, tying her wrists together and preventing her to move almost entirely.

”Mommy…” she moaned breathlessly, her nipples red already, her clit aching and her pussy drooling as her soaked ass tightened around the plug so very often. Cassandra felt how soaked she was, partly from her own count and partly from the lube that had been smeared all over her sensitive privates.

She watched as Lauren gripped the tail yet again and jumped when she used the flat, arrow shaped end to slap her broadly on her bare pussy. “AH! A-Ah!”, Cassandra screamed, the pain deliciously mixing with the pleasure she got from the yanking of the tail. The plug was nestled so deep in her…

Golden eyes widened and set on Lauren hungrily when she placed herself on top of Cassandra, her cock straining against her underwear. “Ah ah, no touching, bratty girl”, Lauren cooed mockingly as Cassandra attempted to reach down, yet couldn’t with the belt keeping her arms together.

She moaned throatily as the cock rubbed up against her small and sensitive clit, her pussy so wet it easily soaked the other woman’s underwear in mere seconds, giving Cassandra the view of the woman’s cock’s outline in the white panties. It was so unfair, how she teased the Dimitrescu daughter, knowing to what a needy and slutty toy she was reduced to whenever Lauren played with her.

”A-Ah yes! Mommy! Please inside! Please Mommy!”, Cassandra begged, her hips raising as the large and hard cock kept rubbing against her sloppily wet and sensitive bundle of nerves. She gasped and whined as her tail was tugged and pushed, over and over again, the plug fucking her ass as her clit and nipples were teased ruthlessly. “Mommy I ca-a-Ah! I cant!”, she begged. She yearned to have Lauren push her cock deep inside of her, grip her hips tightly as she did and rail her hard. She felt embarrassingly close to coming for someone who’s had cock merely rubbed against her clit.

”Hm, Cassandra? Does Mommy’s pretty slut want to cum?”

The brunette could only nod her head quickly, slurred words passing her dry lips as her pussy clenched around nothingness. Her legs twitched and her knees felt like jelly. She was so close and could barely function and Lauren knew it very well.

”P-Please! Mommy! I want to!”, Cassandra begged helplessly. She shook helplessly and snarled angrily when Lauren pulled away from her, merely blowing lightly on her warm and swollen clit, a mocking smile on her lips.

”Come on, Cassie, we can’t have you cum so soon already, bratty slut.”

Cassandra groaned and snarled angrily, yet fell back in her state of submission and whimpered helplessly as her tail was pushed and tugged again, the butt wet and warm inside her asshole.

She did not realize Lauren walking off towards their closet until she was hovering over her sweaty and trembling body again, her fingers stroking over Cassandra’s neck before removing her famous choker and necklace carefully, instead replacing it with a heavy choker with a leash made of small chains attached to it. She snarled when her nose was booped mockingly, but fell quiet again when Lauren rose her eyebrow challengingly.

”That’s what I thought, brat”, she cooed.

”M-Mommy!” The brunette gasped when Lauren climbed off her and tugged the leash behind her. It was such an odd sensation to move even slightly with the tail attached to her. She whimpered helplessly as she was pulled forwards and the plug moved about inside her ass, shifting and pushing up against her inner walls as she climbed out the bed clumsily.

”Don’t you look pretty, slut”, Lauren whispered, her eyes taking in her beautifully helpless girlfriend; her messy hair and smeared black lipstick, her smooth neck and the choker, her full breasts and nipples that spotted the vibrating clamps, the tail attached to her especially arousing.

Cassandra gasped as she was tugged along again, the leather tail dragging behind her, and bit her lip when Lauren eventually sat down at the leathery sofa in her room, an addition made by Lauren which Cassandra enjoyed surprisingly much. She grinned as Lauren gave the leash a hard tug and the brunette woman fell forwards on her lap, her face and body caught easily by the servant.

”Now, isn’t this familiar”, the muscular woman teased, her hand sliding alongside Cassandra’s skin and the arch of her back, groping hips and ass cheeks shamelessly and making the woman squirm.

Cassandra squirmed helplessly, her arms tied and the hard cock she desperately wanted inside of her instead wet against her lower stomach. She moaned as her ass was smacked harshly, and whimpered as she tightened around the plug automatically.

”You like that, dirty girl?”, Lauren hummed, her voice smooth and contrasting to her harsh and fast slaps on the sadist’s ass.

”Yes! Mghmm Mommy!”, Cassandra groaned, her thighs harshly against each other. She felt so wet and dirty, needy and desperate for more.

Lauren admired as the pale skin turned first pink, then dark red, and eventually every hit made Cassandra jump and whimper.

”Please! Mommy!”, Cassandra whimpered as she was turned around yet again, her eyes on Lauren as the woman played with her soaked pussy lips.

The woman was softer than she looked, something that never failed to surprise the servant. She slid her fingers through Cassandra’s wet southern lips, collecting the arousal smeared all over her there, the wetness drooling from her. Eventually she took pity on the whining and squirming woman and pushed a single finger inside of her.

Cassandra whimpered, as expected. She yearned for more, too slutty to settle with what she was given, and whined when one of the nipple clamps was removed from her. Lauren chuckled; it left the little bud red and swollen.

”Let’s see how loud we can make you whine with this”, she teased, spreading Cassandra’s pussy lips and blowing teasingly on her soaked clit before clipping the vibrating clamp to it. The woman on her lap arched her back and groaned in pain and excitement.

“That’s it, baby. Mommy knows what a sensitive clit you’ve got”, Lauren spoke clearly, her finger thrusting in and out of the brunette woman, each time coming out more soaked than it had already been.

”Now, let’s see what a slut you can be for Mommy…”, she said, taking the tail and placing it between Cassandra’s tied hands. “Fuck your ass for Mommy, Cassandra, and maybe I will reward you”, she cooed. The woman’s legs already shook, her pussy soaked.

She didn’t waste a moment, instead started pulling and pushing the tail, fucking her ass and pumping the plug deep inside of her. Lauren laughed at the humiliating state of her slut, feeling how very hard she was.

She pushed Cassandra slightly away from her, merely enough to reach for her cock. The brunette’s mouth watered as she was turned and the cock was right in front of her pussy. Lauren merely had to push it deep inside of her…

But that didn’t happen.

Instead merely a second finger slipped inside of her and the younger woman merely stroke herself right in front of Cassandra’s hot and soaked pussy. The brunette whimpered and moaned, her ass so sensitive already.

”Faster, cassie”, Lauren demanded. She wanted to cum to the humiliating image of her tough girlfriend being nothing but a needy slut for her.

And her wish was granted, as the longer she stroked herself the wetter and needier Cassandra became, and in turn she fucked her ass harder and harder. She almost came twice from the teasing clamp on her clit, twice cursing and whimpering when Lauren simply removed it until her orgasm seemed out of reach again, until the poor woman whimpered and begged for an orgasm already, her holes soaked and her nipples and clit so sore and aching, especially as the clamp was back on the little bundle of nerves. Lauren did not give in.

Cassandra shrieked as she was turned again and made to open her mouth, yet growled angrily when she was not allowed to take her lover into her mouth. She moaned when hot cum was shot in her mouth nonetheless and dripped over her sofa as she swallowed all eagerly.

”Now then,”, Lauren spoke breathlessly. She stood up with the chained leash in her hand, tugging her trembling and sensitive brat along. The brunette’s legs were weak and her pussy and ass wet, so much she had even feared the large plug would slip out. But it didn’t, and it kept her asshole pressured as the heavy tail hung and trailed behind her.

”Bring Mommy the other things from the bag, Cassandra”, she demanded, loosening her grip on the leash to allow the woman to walk. Cassandra shivered and whimpered as she did so, legs like jelly and hands tied, pussy and ass soaked in her own wetnesses. She managed to grip the bag and moaned as she leaned down to reach in and the plug rubbed against her walls.

As she looked down again, she had pulled out a set of devil horns. She groaned angrily as they were out on her, adding to her outfit. The next item she had filled her with excitement. A large, realistic looking dildo with an odd wire looking cord attached to it. She brought it to Lauren and blushed as it was taken from her tied hands.

Now, it was by no means easy to make the brunette woman submit. Yet Lauren managed at every opportunity, knowing just how to handle her lover and play her cards against her: she knew taming Cassandra meant there was no space for failure. A single crack, a single peek at insecurity or hesitation could be exploited by the brat.

Cassandra watched as things were swiped from the table and the realistic toy was set down on it instead. It latched onto the surface of the desk. “Straddle it, baby”

She whimpered, yet walked towards the table, eager to feel her pussy full at last. Like a true gentlewoman, Lauren helped the other woman on the table, smirking as she moaned and whimpered as she attempted to sit with the tail’s plug pushing in her. “Now Cassie, Mommy told you to straddle it. Let me see it sink in your little pussy”

The brunette moaned as she did just that, gasping and whimpering as her soaked pussy easily had the toy slide deep inside of her. She groaned once it was fully inside.

”Good girl”

Her asshole and pussy clenched around the toys.

”Ride it, baby”

She felt degraded and humiliated, and so horny as Lauren sat down at the desk’s chair, watching her brat as she rode the dildo and moaned helplessly. Her legs shook easily and she blushed as her lover watched her grind on the toy like a needy slut.

The horns sitting on her head were adjusted and her leash was yanked. She felt truly like such a slut and loved every moment of it.

”Now hurry up my sweet baby, fuck your pretty pussy with the big toy. We’ll need to head downstairs soon”, Lauren cooed. She stood, her chest close to Cassandra as she spoke in her ear, hands resting and cupping the brunette’s full and vibrating boobs.

”Maybe Mommy will let you cum if you get there before we must prepare to head down”

The brunette’s eyes widened in excitement.

”Y-Yes Mommy!”

She whimpered and moaned as she fucked herself faster, more and more, the tail and dildo making a mess of her holes, the vibrating clamps getting her so close in only a matter of minutes.

”M-Mommy!”, Cassandra breathed out, moaning as she was so close.

Lauren chuckled at her, cupping her cheek. “Cum, my good girl”, she cooed.

Cassandra did not have to be told twice. She rode fast and eagerly and arched her back, she was so close.

Her eyes opened and frustrated tears almost spilled down her cheeks as the vibrating stopped and Lauren held her in place, preventing her any more friction of the toys.

”M-Mo-mmy?”, she breathed out miserably, whimpering.

Lauren chuckled sadistically, looking at her broken slut. She pushed her lips against Cassandra’s, her tongue dominating hers. “It seems we must prepare to head down, Cassandra”

The brunette whimpered and groaned, yet her eyes followed her partner’s hands as she moved along the cord of the toy and to a small, oval looking thing attached to it. “What’s that?”, Cassandra asked curiously. She had never seen such an odd thing on a dildo before.

Alas, when Lauren squeezed it and the dildo inside of her grew in size, Cassandra shrieked and squirmed. She attempted to lift herself off the toy, yet her knees and legs felt too weak to support this cause.

”Now now, Cassandra. Didn’t you say you wanted to be wet and full? Very well, we’ll make sure you don’t only become filled, but stay that way until Mommy decides otherwise”

The brunette moaned and shivered as she felt fluid spurt from the toy, warm and wet almost like cum, until it filled her nicely. Her eyes could barely keep open, she felt so sensitive and horny.

Another push of the oval looking thing- the toy expanded again and had Cassandra shriek helplessly.

”M-Mommy!”

She gasped when it grew more and more, stretching her soaked pussy as it went.

”Did I not teach you to mind your words, you spoiled little brat?”, Lauren scolded, mercilessly pumping the cock until it was inflated to the maximum and kept the woman’s cunt sealed. Cassandra’s hips squirmed helplessly, yet no more wetness slipped from her pussy.

”Good girl, Cassie”, she praised.

Cassandra gasped when she was lifted off the table and caught by Lauren when she nearly fell over. “Let’s get you dressed in your costume now, baby. We can’t have you show up dressed as a naked slut, Cassandra”

She took a breath as the heavy collar was removed from her and eyed Lauren as she brought black panties and scissors.

Gasping, she saw the woman cut a small hole in them, which she used to push the tail through the panties. Cassandra’s eyes were wide.

”It stays on?!” She gasped in surprise. She whimpered as the oval add on of the toy was pushed between her pussy lips and the panties were pulled up. One still saw the slight outline of the toy, but only barely so.

”Of course, my tempting devil”, Lauren cooed. Cassandra gasped when the clamp was removed from her nipple, yet the one on her clit remained. “M-Mommy?!”

Next the woman pulled a black corset from the bag. Cassandra shivered, memories of Lauren teasing her by cutting off her breath with corsets or by wrapping her hand around her neck.

She shivered when the item was put on her and tightened, leaving her barely room to breathe, just the way the masochist liked it.

”Good girl”, Lauren praised her. Cassandra clenched around the toys inside of her.

To finish up her look, it seemed, Lauren pulled out leather pants. Cassandra squirmed. Again, a hole was cut in them, it was almost a pity, and they were put on the squirming brunette. “Good girl”, the woman repeated.

Cassandra whined helplessly as she was put in her normal heels, somehow expected to walk despite the toys rubbing inside of her and the clit clamp that might turn on any moment.

She snarled when she was pushed on the bed yet again and whined when both toys seemed to push almost deeper into her.

Eagerly the brunette watched the other woman get dressed too, and rolled her eyes and scoffed as she noticed the outfit. An angel. Typical.

Lauren laughed as she noticed Cassandra’s reaction. “No need to pout, baby”, she teased. Cassandra whined when her hand was taken and she was sat on Lauren’s lap. Both women were merely distracted yet again as the tail rubbed against Lauren’s cock. “Let’s see here, you’ve made such a mess of your pretty face, Cassie”, Lauren cooed, wiping the smeared makeup and instead replacing it with new one. Cassandra sat surprisingly still as the woman did her makeup, smearing black lipstick along her lips before pressing a kiss to the tattoo on her forehead. “Let’s head down, Baby”

Mere minutes into the celebration Cassandra had realized just how badly she wished they could have simply stayed in her room. Daniela had mushed about the cute “couple outfit” Lauren and her wore, Bela was too busy to even realise her younger sister was there. It would seem, Cassandra thought with slight disgust, they both suffered the same fate under their clothing, as Bela practically stuck to Donna’s side and would barely walk, instead kept her thighs pressed tightly together. Cassandra had no such luck. Lauren had simply pushed her into the room, kissing her and demanding of her to mingle as she got them drinks.

An hour into the celebration or so, Cassandra had realised how badly she needed release. She felt full and needy, her clit teased so much it had her jump when Lauren merely brushed her finger against it through the clothing.

Not unlike her sister and her lover, Cassandra too at least found herself on Lauren. She angrily shooed Daniela away whenever she wished to talk, instead whimpering in Lauren’s ear about how needy she was, how she nearly came when Daniela thought it fun to pull on the tail, not knowing it was attached to Cassandra and instead foolishly believing it was a part of the leather pants. Her younger sister didn’t quite understand why Cassandra yelled at her for this, only rolling her eyes and mumbling something about her sister’s bad moods.

”Mommy please”, Cassandra begged, straddling Lauren’s lap. Her hands were on the woman’s cock, subtly rubbing it though her white angel robe. Cassandra couldn’t help but rub her pussy over the woman’s thigh. It felt so good, her poor clit teased almost brutally in the past hour.

“Now, baby, we’ve barely been here. We can’t leave after just an hour. Everyone else is still here”, Lauren cooed. She was correct, too. Alcina was eager hosting the event, yet had her watchful eye all over. Daniela was dancing eagerly with servants, all evening, drinking and kissing only to be scolded by her protective Mother, whereas Bela and Donna had not left yet either. The blonde woman, dressed ironically as a maid, barely left the side of her lover, dressed as a vampire. Lauren chuckled at the pair and partly scolded herself for not thinking of the outfit. Then again, she was sure Cassandra would have her head for trying to put her into the costume of a fair maiden seduced by her. The image of innocence did not at all fit her dear lover either, not that Lauren would change so.

She too felt like she had enough of the party already, yet enjoyed seeing her brunette squirm about and stroke her cock for her. She grabbed Cassandra’s hands when Alcina’s watchful eye turned to them. “Be a good girl and get me a glass of wine, won’t you?” She asked instead, still after months slightly fearful of the watchful eye of an overprotective, and most of all deadly, Mother.

Cassandra groaned, not at all feeling like moving, but did so nonetheless, needing a glass herself in an attempt to calm herself.

Their plan to wait for someone else to first leave the celebration was failing, as the couple realized, for Alcina and Daniela had no intention of leaving, and the many attending maids had no choice but to stay until dismissed. Furthermore, it seemed as though it was Bela’s idea too to wait for the first couple to leave.

Cassandra was sick of waiting. Her panties were soaked through despite the dildo in her, her clit and ass was sensitive enough to nearly make her cum if she merely bumped into something or someone.

Lauren watched anxiously as her girlfriend excused them from the party and politely thanked Alcina as she was pulled off, chuckling to herself when merely moments after they excited the room she heard Bela call for the countess too, no doubt ready to retreat to her bedroom with her partner as well.

”Easy, Cassie”, she gasped when she was pushed against the door as soon as they were back in their room and the door shut, Cassandra’s hands groping and squeezing, her legs on either side of her thigh as she rutted against it in almost primal fashion.

”You-“, Cassandra moaned, “have been”, Lauren moaned as hands cupped and squeezed her large cock. “Teasing me”, Cassandra whimpered as her hands shook too much to pull down the zipper of the leather pants, instead settled for grinding her clothes pussy against Lauren. “All damn day.”, she finished.

Cassandra moaned as her hair was gripped and she was pushed towards the bed, the collar picked up again and put on her. “That’s right, my pretty slut”, Lauren panted. She eagerly ripped open the zipper and tugged the pants off her lover, “I think it’s time Mommy took what she wanted all day”

Cassandra moaned as the collar’s leash was tied to the railing of the bed, keeping her head in place and keeping her leaned forwards on all four. She felt so needy and wet.

”Let’s see…”, Lauren panted, shredding her own clothing off and freeing her already red swollen and leaking cock.

She pulled down Cassandra’s underwear roughly and deflated the dildo, pulling the soaked item out and tossing it aside. No time was wasted as Lauren instead thrust inside her soaked lover, laughing as she felt the warm insides of her pussy. She laughed loudly as her poor lover came from merely the penetration, tearing the clit clamp from her and tossing it to the discarded item.

”Mhmm, has my beautiful girl missed me?”, she teased. Cassandra moaned, nodding and gasping for breath as she came. “Don’t you think we’ll be done anytime soon, baby”

The brunette fly woman gasped when her hips were grabbed tightly and Lauren thrust deep inside, over and over again, her wet cock easily sliding deep inside of her. “P-Please!”

She felt lightheaded already, at last cumming after a night of seemingly endless teasing, and she bit her lip in anticipation, eager for what was yet to come her way that Halloween night.

[velvvetcat09]

Two parrots, one in red, the other one in blue. They chirped, one after the other, like a conversation. As if saying ‘How is the weather today?’. It’s clear with fair clouds peppering the vast baby blue. Not a single gloom, only sunshine accompanied by songs from the birds.

“This is the first time I heard anything like this.”

The creaking agreed.

“What do they look like?”

Even without Mumbo asking, Grian’s eyes never left those birds in the distance.

‘One has red feathers, the other has blue.’

“Feathers?”

‘Wings. They’re birds.’

“You know those words mean nothing to me, Grian.”

The creaking frowned, not to the warden, nor at his words; but at the frustration swelling inside him. Of Mumbo’s predicament, their only means of communication, and his inability to properly describe what he saw to the warden. Why can’t Mumbo see these all. Why can’t he just give Mumbo his extra eyes. Why must it be like this—

“Grian.”

Ah.

“What’s their features?”

‘They have beaks, instead of mouth like us.’

“Beaks.”

‘Sharp, pointy, they’re solid’

“What else do they have?”

‘Beady little eyes. Colorful feathers all over their body. They fly using their wings.’

“Wings..”

Grian took Mumbo’s left hand, and placed it on his wing.

‘Like this, but theirs are soft, like hair strands.’

The creaking might not have noticed it, but Mumbo gave a gentle press over Grian’s wing. It had a rough texture, similar to tree barks. Rigid yet fragile at the same time, Mumbo feared breaking it into splinters if he touch them longer.

“You have wings.”

There was a pause.

‘Yes.’

“Can you fly like them?”

Truth be told, it was a rhetorical question. The creaking was aware of the question, and so did the warden of the answer. All the time where those amber orbs petrified by the sight of those birds, one thing had been crystal clear between them.

Envy, longing, insecurity.

“You’ll soar.”

The spell broke. Grian looked at Mumbo, astonished.

Not a shred of doubt inside the warden. Mumbo said that with pure confidence, without even comprehending what soar means.

The creaking wished he never knew what doubt was like the warden.

[crying-ang3l]

× 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 – 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ×

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 – something so simple, taken for granted. Thanks to them, we can experience reality and enjoy or despise our existence. When it's not us, it's our favorite characters who live through their own versions of hell, heaven, or something in between – life. They are put through tests of our imagination, and to tell their tales, we use the senses to shape their experiences.

Now, getting to the point, because this isn't a groundbreaking study of how senses can improve or worsen the quality of our lives, nor a tutorial on how to transfer real life onto a piece of paper.. or a screen, imitating it good enough to make it believable.

But I'm sure it could help with the writing process. It's a bit of.. getting into your insides, studying yourself like you're in therapy– no, come back! I didn't mean to scare you. Let me finish. After you reflect on what you've learned, you can use it in your writing. Sounds better? Not really..? I'll hold your hand if you need it. Yes? No?

Alright, to those who stayed,

prepare yourself for about 0.8k worth of words, filled with questions about the sensations you might experience when you write or read. So basically, what's going on in your imagination.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥/𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝?

𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭:

If you see it, do you experience it in the 3rd person pov (like you're floating in the corner of the room) or 1st person pov (like you're the character interacting with the environment), or any other way?

Do you clearly see facial expressions, colors, textures, shapes, setting? Is it all blurry? Or rather realistic?

Let's be honest. Positions can be confusing.

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠:

And if you hear it, is it exactly the character's voice? Is their manner of speech mimicked as well? Can you hear emotions in their tone?

What about surroundings? Can you hear rain drumming against windows? Food sizzling? Fireplace crackling? Maybe you're outside, how's traffic? Ocean waves? Birds singing?

How about an item hitting the ground? Can you hear glass shattering against kitchen tiles? Can you hear the dull thud of a heavy box? Clink of jewelry? A ring rolling across the floor until it disappears under furniture? Can you hear the character complaining about it?

𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭?

When it comes to feeling, we can talk about both the emotions (not a sense) and the physical sensations (sense of touch).

Can you feel the emotial roller-coaster that character is going through? Anger, sadness, shock, joy, hopefulness, love, fear, disgust, contempt?

How much do you empathize? Do you even empathize? How much of their emotions do you feel on your own skin?

𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡/𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬:

Do your limbs react to sensations the character is experiencing?

Do you get goose bumps? Shivers? Does your skin tingle?

Do you feel their pain? Sharp or dull? Maybe pulsating? Tired muscles?

How about temperature changes? They got hit in the face with a snowball! Can you feel it? The wet, numb coldness turning into a burning stinging on your face?

Let's not forget about the textures. Yum.

Smooth, soft, rough, brittle, porous, hard, fuzzy, fluffy, squishy, pointy, hairy, grainy…

Leather, sand, wood, fluff, metal, rock, fur…

Actually, anything, and that's enough, NEXT!

𝐒𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥:

I think this one requires more focus and immersion. While other senses can be specified in somewhat the same way by many people, there are certain smells that uniquely belong to us. Like the smell of our houses, clothes, cooking, even the smell of our bodies. It can get awfully vague. Sure, there are words to describe the notes, but how are you supposed to imagine a combination of notes together when they create 'one smell?' (Maybe it's just my untrained to detect distinct scents nose). Besides that, there are smells that everyone recognizes like chocolate or vanilla. But can you smell the described scents in what you're reading/writing? (This one isn't thorough at all... sorry, no refunds)

𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞:

First thought?

The overwhelming sourness of lemons or sour candy, that immediately triggers salivary glads. A common reaction.

How about other food? Can you feel their taste? Salty, sweet, bitter, savory, spicy? Just the taste, or can you feel the texture, too? Crunchy, smooth, chewy, succulent, dry?

And of course, there's so much more to taste, not just food. If the character is quirky enough, they might as well be licking rocks for god knows what reason. Something more.. typical? Feeling the taste of blood (or other bodily fluids iykwim) or addictive substances (I don't encourage experimenting with this one).

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬!

Okay, a couple of extras for writers. How do you write about characters? Do you step into their shoes, role-playing what it's like to be them? Following their values, reasoning, and feelings? Or do you write about them from your own pov, standing aside, and dissecting their behavior safely from the distance?

If you're in the mindset of your character, how different is the way they experience the world? What senses are they blind to? What do they pay more attention to sensory wise?

Also, which sense is the easiest for you to write? And which gives you a headache? Do you purposely avoid introducing certain senses?

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲/ 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 – 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅

This wasn't a revolutionary questionnaire, and it didn't cover all the possible ways of exploring senses. However, I hope you had fun, found out something about yourself or maybe your characters.

If you'd like to share, I'd love to know what senses do you experience the most while reading/writing. To what extent do you feel them? How much are you influenced by descriptions/narration? Do you notice the impact of writing? And, what sensations do you experience the most often while reading/writing?

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 ♡♡♡

[artytaeh]

Hi love! Soooo I just got my hair cut (from down to my ribs to down to my earlobes, all layered so it suits my natural waves) and I was wondering… how would the slytherin boys react?

first of all babes! omg, you must feel sm lighter?! i remember i've done the same like, two or three years ago, and it felt so good 😩 i bet it looks even more amazing now that it suits your hair type! and thank you for interacting btw. 🫶🏻

mattheo riddle: gagged. probably didn't recognize you for a moment, because long hair is an easily recognizable feature, but would quickly warm up to it! big smile, automatically has his hands playing with your natural waves, fingers tangling there and probably messing it a little bit — mattheo argues that now that it's easier to take care of your hair, he gets to ruffle it without being slapped! on a dirtier note, he likes that he has easier access to your neck, nape... all advantages.

theodore nott: i think that theo has a preference for longer hair, but obviously, that doesn't really mean anything. he'd be surprised for sure, a little amused if you kept it a secret to surprise him. theo would notice the layers because your waves are more noticeable to him, and he likes types of hair that have that kind of texture. opposite to mattheo, won't ruffle nor mess your hair, but he'll like to twirl his fingers around the waves, feeling their soft texture. overall, he likes both looks on you, especially if you take the chance to make some cute hairstyles with that length — even though he misses the long hair a little bit. theo is a bit of a hair puller.

enzo berkshire: short, medium, long hair; enzo likes both looks. would like the surprise but he'd be (a little) upset that you didn't comment this with him, being the type of boyfriend who would tag along on beauty care appointments. like mattheo, would like that shorter hair means easier invitations to your neck, if you're comfortable with kisses there. probably uses outdoor dates to decorate your hair with flowers.

draco malfoy: would never outright say anything bad to your face, because he likes and loves you that much. however, he'll take some time to warm up to the changes. i feel like draco is more on the traditional side — as in, girls wearing girly outfits and having long hair. nevertheless, he'd gradually enjoy your current hairstyle more than before, noticing how the layers and shorter length bring out your natural waves. besides, there are some hairstyles that look prettier on shorter hair, and in the end, draco enjoys that it's easier to touch your hair without his rings tangling there and consequently hurting you.

blaise zabini: automatically likes it. big smile, blaise would look at you up and down, smooth tone voicing his inner thoughts: looking good, ma. blaise is someone who easily adapts, and more than that, he genuinely likes changes; big changes like style, hair, whatever you chose to do differently — he's a big fan of it, of things somehow being "new" and the courage it takes to do bold things. cutting your hair that short can be one of those, because it takes a long time to grow it back if you had regretted it. short hair also means that it's a little more practical, and blaise likes that too. especially because you're happier.

tom riddle: won't say anything. he won't really express an opinion, even though he'll do the pleasantry of saying a compliment or a word of recognition, something like: it suits you, [name]. well, if you decided to cut your hair, then there must be a good reason behind it, which he doesn't really need a justification for. if he likes you, be it obsession or love, there are very few things that could tarnish his perception of beauty/perfection you hold in his eyes. if he can still brush your hair behind your ears, then everything's fine — it's a small act of service that gives tom the chance to show he pays attention to you and allows him to touch you discreetly.

i'm not sure if this was what you're looking for, but i hope it suffices. 👀 i bet you look even more gorgeous bae! <3

[mirroredmemoriez]

Do you have any good images of Amanda's "I wasn't being very kind to myself" flashback outfit from 2? It's cool its just kinda hard to see.

Thanks for your other outfit refs btw!

Oh sheesh, I know exactly the outfit and it honestly is one of the hardest ones I've tried to compile stuff on. I've sooner found the exact chocolate bar and energy drink Amanda Young would've eaten in a deleted scene than this outfit.... Almost anything I can get on it is from the movie, there seems to be no behind the scenes photo of it, nor is it sold as a prop/outfit anywhere... I've scrolled through hundreds of Saw items and never found it. Hell, I somehow easier found her "Because I was a fucking junkie." outfit. Anyway! Enough rambling...

It's got a fun pattern/texture thing going on? I do believe it's a shade of purple even though in some cases it looks red. I think it's layered so likely some form of a tanktop with the net like thing on top! If you look at her chest area, you can see the strap goes underneath the top and that the netting business seems more transparent in that area. And if we squint again and ignore her hands and arm... Right right in the corner bottom there is a bit of pink. I have no clue whether it's the bedding she's sitting on or whatever the lower half of this outfit looks like. We don't get to see the bottom of it.

I am not an artist- But generally what I mean. Anyway, if anybody has any more content on this outfit... I am also begging.

[joannasteez]

adore

pairing: cody rhodes x black reader warning: fluffy smut. something something love and devotion. anyways ya'll know the drill. minors please do not interact. I DON'T HAVE A DEDICATED CODY TAG LIST BUT IF YOU WANT A TAG FOR FUTURE CODY FICS JUST DROP A COMMENT! word count: 835

and what of adoration? of seamless devotion? what of its making? not so similar to the mindlessness of lust, where the flesh craves without forethought. cleaving against the make of our wills till its bursting and worn. undone and breathing wild. there is no lust in the air, in the sky, nor in the trees, where the essence of the creator lies. only devotion. and isn't that beautiful? the tenderness of flowers, unfurling under the light of the sun. and when that bright majesty dips to fall against the horizon, the moon is there, always waiting to follow. and do the trees not grow with great ambition? determined to one day kiss the sky, and feel its love breezing amongst gentle leaves. 

and it is only this sort of adoration that can last lifetimes. will its way to settle amongst a passion that breathes heavily. coaxing his skin to teem with a shiver and deep tremblings, as his tongue sweeps loosely against your lips. taut, persistent fingers gripping where they find themselves. in your thigh and in the soft make of a fur carpet. skin breaking with a sweat as he works the roll of his hips in front the swelling heat of a fire place. the winter air so cold, it'd left his skin aching. but your warmth, and the gentleness of your lips make the terrible cold worth it. and he'd carry you to this little cabin on the snowy hill top every time if it meant living in this moment. wrapped up in your legs and feeling the tight clutch of your heat. 

cody breathes into your mouth, licking against your tongue till his lips pull against yours. cock pulsing harshly as it steeps inside your warmth. a groan unearthing from him that spreads into your skin. his nose knocking softly against yours. 

"you're so warm".

you smile. voice breathy. "its just the fire". 

the air is made thick and comforting by the fire, but the hot throbbing that edges against his spine till its sloping to spread into his hips can only be wrought by the wet mess he's made of you. a meticulous build of pleasure formed by his hands and his mouth and his tongue, till he found himself buried deep. 

your fingers curl into his short blonde hair and his nape and into the sculpt of his back. thighs threatening to tremble again as your pussy flutters and works to open for him. with a spirit of devotion. a flower unfurling for the heat of the sun. and he leaves you near breathless. full but desperate still for more. feigned and ill-sated. perpetually needing his touch. you kiss his lips again. moaning sweetly as his hips grind against yours. the tuff of hair trailing up past his length, catching a pricking rhythm against your clit. and the touch there is raw and toe-curling. textured and vicious as it teases the sensitive nerves till they grow frenzied. 

"no angel". his cheek pressed into yours. lips whispering into your ear. "it's you. it's always been you".

tears prick your eyes to a glassiness. heat warming your throat as his words stick to your skin. 

the taut curl of your nipples run into him. causing your breath to hitch and your hips to cant up against him. your nails running amongst the roots of his hair again as you breathe along his lips. you kiss him sloppily, lapping your tongue till its playing messily at his. and his hips find a more eager rhythm. digging into the sticky mess of arousal till its singing along with the crackling rise of the fire. the work in of him deft as he curls in. 

his forehead rests a top yours. your fingers caressing as you cradle his head. 

a tear stains your cheek as it falls from his eye. 

you kiss the droplet. savoring the salty taste. thighs aching, but still they attempt to spread wider. anything if it means to feel more of him. all of him. 

and your lips are soft as they part to speak. tender against his.

"you love me?"

his mouth finds the corner of yours. lingering as it purses to kiss the skin there. "you know i do". 

"how much?"

desperate to hear his words of adoration, till their soaking into your skin. running in your veins as seamless as your blood. 

and the make of his love works tirelessly. drives the rhythm in his hips till the sensation of him is itched into where you throb for him. clenching hot and greedy. his fingers aching as they fist into the soft fur beneath your bodies, his other hand gripping at your thigh still. the flesh there supple and hot-blooded. 

cody's eyes are an angelic blue. his cheeks dusted red and his lips kiss swollen. beautified by passion. by the spirit of adoration. 

a tear stains you cheek as it falls from your eye. he kisses the droplet, savoring just the same as you did before.

"with everything. and it's still not enough". 

[murderofsomeone]

I think lemon demon's skin has about the same texture and density as a lemon, but certain parts of his body, like his palms, have a texture closer to that of a lime. granted it feels like these things if they had blood and muscle behind them, so it wouldn't be a cold touch nor would it be easily bruised like an actual fruit. this means there is a level of stiffness to his skin, but not enough to render anything particularly sharp. I don't think his epidermis is super sensitive due to thickness that is unnatural for any human person, but lime skin is thinner than lemon meaning his hands would be better at feeling things/be more sensitive.

[redslug]

Denoiser wisdom

Since a lot of people showed interest in my workflow of using SD like a renderer for existing sketches, I'll be sharing the little tricks I find while exploring the capabilities of SD with Neuroslug. Read the inpainting post to understand this one. When inpainting, the model takes into consideration what is already in the area it regenerates and in the areas around it. How exactly it'll follow these guidelines is determined by denoising strength. At low values it'll stick closely to the areas of color it sees and won't create anything radically different from the base. At high denoising strength it'll gladly insert colors, shapes and silhouettes that weren't there originally. Basically the more you trust your sketch the smaller your denoising strength should be. It doesn't mean you won't need the high denoising at some point. Let me explain it using yesterday's artwork. It all starts with a rough sketch.

Since I have a particular composition in mind and want it to be maintained, I'll be using a low denoising strength to fully regenerate this image.

It means that the algorithm won't have enough freedom to fix my large-scale mistakes, it's simply not allowed to change the areas of color too dramatically. So if you want to do this yourself make sure to set the image to black and white first and check that your values are working and contrast is good.

To make sure the result isn't too cartoony and flat I used brushes with strong color jitter and threw a rather aggressive noise texture over the whole thing. This'll give the denoiser a little wiggle room to sprout details out of thin air.

It kept the composition, the suggested lighting and the majority of flowers kept their intended colors too. This was denoising strength 0f 0.4. To contrast that, same base image with denoising at 0.7:

It's pretty, but it's neither the style nor composition I wanted. Let's refine the newly redrawn base to include the details that were lost in transition. These were intended to be roses.

It's here where I learned a little trick. You can mix and match different models to achieve the look you desire. Neuroslug is good at detailed moths and painterly environments. It's not good at spitting out really detailed flowers, they end up looking very impressionist which is not what I want in foreground. So, I switched to an anime focused model and let it run wild on this bush with high (0.7) denoising strength.

Nice definition, but it looks too smooth and isn't in line with what I want. Switching back to Neuroslug with denoising at 0.5 and letting it work over these roses.

This way, I get both the silhouette and contrast of the anime model (counterfeitV30) and the matching style of Neuroslug. It's also useful in cases where the model doesn't know a particular flower. You can generate an abstract flower cluster with the anime model and use the base model to remind the AI that what you want is in fact a phlox specifically. So I did this to basically every flower cluster on the image to arrive at this:

It's still a bit of a mess but it has taken me about 80% of the way there, the rest I'll be fixing up myself.

My "Lazy Foliage" brush set was really helpful for this. I'll release that one once it accumulates enough brushes to be really versatile. Now we block in the character.

Yes, I left the hands wonky since I intend to be drawing them manually later, same about the foot. There's so much opportunity for the AI to mess them up that I'd rather have all the control on these details.

When it renders the face it can really mess up everything, so I do it with low (0.45) denoising strength to discourage new eyes popping up in inappropriate places. Take note that I kept the antennae out of the mask. AI is easily confused when one subject overlaps the other.

Good, good. Wait. Why are your eyes hairy? Now, mask out the eyes, remove all mention of fur from the prompt and

That's about right. Since the eyes are all one color block I can afford to raise the denoising strength for more wild results. Same for areas of just fluff on the entire body, it's all one texture and having the denoiser at 0.6-0.75 is beneficial because it's going to add locks, stray hairs and other fluffy goodness. Just make sure to not make the mask too tight to the silhouette, it needs some space to add hairs sticking out.

With the skirt it was back to really low denoising. The folds I blocked in make sense with the position oh her legs under it, so I didn't want it to be lost.

Lastly, I drew in a flower that she's planting and ran over it with moderately high denoising to make it match the surrounding style. Ignore the biblically accurate roots there, I'll fix them by hand.

One last pass over the whole thing in Procreate. I draw the hands and add details such as the round pseudopupils, face ridges and wing markings to keep the character consistent with the previous image of her. And a bit of focal blur for a feeling of depth. Phew, even with generous use of AI this whole thing took an entire day of work. In the end what determines quality isn't the tool you use but the attention you choose to pay to finding inconsistencies and fixing them.

[abimee]

does anybody recognize what i mean when i talk about this food its possibly a SWANA food vendor/street snack that has the texture of like a pizza roll and is shaped like a poptart and has filling (probably meat, NOT a dessert/pastry).

THE THINGS IT IS NOT AND IF YOU RECCOMEND THESE ILL TELL YOU DIDNT READ THIS WHOLE POST:

lukhmi

turkmen somsa

russian samsa

bourek

sambousek

empanada

pastel frito

sfiha

what i do know about it:

i swear its eaten in a country w/ a predominant muslim community

origins in SWANA or possibly south asia (or both)

its not thick bread and has to have been fried in some way

its not a dessert so dont say anything filled w/ cream or jam or covered in sugar/powders

its made as a square/rectangle, NOT triangles or crescents

its about the size of a poptar (around an adult human hand) and is semi-flat like a hot pocket

I do not believe it is LATAM in origin, nor is it European

possibly eating during festivals or islamic holidays