#dream demon! reader

[magicalbunbun]

"Deal"

And y/n

[kath-trashh]

thought too hard and cried a little bit

[chickenchirps27]

Last night after reading a bit of the Book of Bill i went to sleep.

i had a dream that i had to team up with Bill Cipher to assassinate an angel.

I had to carve out its heart so that Bill would let me go.

I woke up very tired.

[khachalala]

How could one end this perpetual cycle.

[chimkin-samich]

Truth and dare while tipsy leads to interesting results, but Moons definitely not complaining about his juicy kiss ✨

(Also to the one person in the tags of his ref page, here are his beans 🐾)

[sharowolet]

life and death companions

id in alt text

[bloodyboi]

for your "what do you hate about smut fics" post. When authors make a character speak aave and act ghetto.

omg yes. As a black person, please stop. Act like a real writer and write.

[melanchoise]

first parent teacher meeting

[noadore]

Short sketch before going to sleep

Id in alt by @collapsingmyworld

[ehrwk-mpling]

The Puppeteer.

[mamayan]

★彡 Too Bad? ☆彡

Gyomei Himejima x Fem! Reader

I dreamt of this lol

tw: NSFW • FLUFF • Fingering (F) • Thigh Fucking •

“You’re doing so well songbird,” his voice is even and soft juxtaposed to the lewd wet squelching noises and warbled moans from your lips.

It wasn’t fair.

He had you losing your mind with two fingers inside your sopping pussy alone, but he was serene as ever doing it. Aside from a light dusting of pink across his cheeks, nothing else was different from his regular expression.

You reached out, gripping onto the fabric of his haori and tugging until he leaned down for you, slotting his soft warm lips against your own. He kisses you like he wasn’t about to ruin you with another orgasm, like he didn’t plan to add a third finger and stretch you further in preparation for his cock.

You’d both been working up to it so long, and admittedly you were a little impatient.

When his tongue slips into your mouth, your gooey walls clamp down, strangling his fingers as liquid gushed and soaks his hand.

“That’s it,” he coos, curling his fingers up and prolonging the quakes which wrack your poor sweaty body, mouth opened as if electrocuted as your mind goes blank.

“‘M-Mei—,” you can hardly even pant his name, as he sweetly kisses your clammy forehead and begins to press another finger inside.

It hurts. You don’t voice it but you don’t need to, not when your finger nails nearly break skin as they dig into his forearm, your breathing labored when he finally slides it in with the other two.

You feel heavy, so full and you know his cock is even more but you want him closer.

“We can stop at any time little bird, tell me please,” you nearly cry when he tried to pull his fingers free, clamping your legs closed and halting his movements in shock.

“No Mei! I’m okay, please, I want you, I want this.”

His lips press into a line, but he relents as he pushes his fingers back in, your overly sensitive walls fluttering and constricting as you whine.

He fucks you slowly, no real force used but just pushing and pulling required a bit strength due to how tightly you clung to his fingers.

He let his knees take his weight and free his other hand, which slid up your soft waist and to your chest, where he lightly rolled and plucked your nipples, tightening them into buds before he was letting his mouth take over. Your symphony of moans only had his cock twitching in his pants, hard and leaking as he imaged just how wonderful it would feel to be fully connected with you.

Three fingers started with an ache and ended with overwhelming pleasure as you began moving your hips for more friction, feeling the knot inside you begin twisting tighter as you sink your fingers into Gyomei’s soft short locks. Your grip only tightens, chest pushing up into his mouth for more as your back arches, before you come apart. Whining and crying as your sensitivity becomes almost painful.

Gyomei can’t see it, but he can feel the mess he’s made of you, covered in your own slick and fluids, and clearly at your ropes end as you senselessly beg for what you truly wanted.

He wanted it to.

Flipping your positions easily, Gyomei slide his haori off as he began unbuckling his belt, your hands becoming impatient and knocking his away as you took over undressing him with a huff.

He chuckles, smile dripping honey as he lets you take control. “Be easy with me song bird, I’m fragile,” his teasing isn’t lost on you, the mood already lighter despite your nerves heightening.

You’d seen him shirtless before, it was nothing to toss his top, but as you opened up his pants, and helped him bring them down his thighs, you truly couldn’t help pausing.

You must’ve stared too long, or maybe you’d made a noise. “Little bird, we can stop here and now, I promise. Hey,” your cheeks are cupped, your face turned up to look at him and you realize his kind expression is all for you in this moment. “We don’t need to rush anything, I know I’m not, hmm… I know I’m not going to comfortably fit ever, but there’s no reason it should be painful for you.”

His words only filled you with a renewed sense of warmth and vigor, as you quickly pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He held you in his lap for a moment, savoring your lips and mouth as your tongues danced until your let your legs spread wide and core nestle against his own.

He jolted from the feeling of your hot wet core pressed against his cock, and he moaned when you sat up more and slid against him. Your folds parting for the engorged shaft pressed against them, twitching as you ground against him. He broke the kiss to groan low in his throat, his own hips bucking back against you as you continued to lubricate him with your own release.

His large palms rested against your hips, only light pressure in his grip as he lets you set whatever pace you wanted.

Apparently, the pace was trying to impale yourself like a fool.

It shocked you both silly when you’d wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted up, letting his swollen reddened tip kiss your entrance, before attempting to slam down and take him at once.

“Ha!” Your cry was not of pleasure, and even Gyomei released a hiss of pain as his hands yanked your hips back up and removed you from his cock.

Your poor cunt burned, the weight and force had taken him about a quarter inside of you, but the speed gave your body no time to relax. It felt like you’d branded yourself down there, as tears welled up in your eyes because it still stung.

“Namu Amida Butsu— tsk, my love are you alright?” He didn’t sound as hurt as you, his strong arms quick to wrap you up and pull you close.

Your little sniffle does nothing to help ease his anxiety, and the pathetic “m’okay…” isn’t reassuring either.

“We’re done. Do you need to see Shinobu? We’ll get cleaned up and go see her now—,”

“Absolutely not! I’m fine! Really, I-I want to continue!” The pain was nothing compared to the embarrassment of admitting to that woman you’d harmed yourself with your lover’s cock. “Mei, we’ve been working towards this so long, a-and I’m already sort of opened up now, so let’s just—“

“No.” You freeze, taking in the serious lines of his face, and having known him so long, you knew arguing wouldn’t sway him. Nothing would now.

“I’ll respect your decision not to see Shinobu, but we’re stopping here today. I should’ve stopped us earlier…” he trails off with regret at the end, and you’re struck with a sense of unwillingness.

“Mei, this isn’t fair, I’m always the one being pleased, you hardly let me touch you, I want to make you feel good too—,” he cuts you off.

“Too bad.”

“Mei—,” his head shakes, and he’s ready to deny you again, but a spur of the moment thought helps you shut him down before he can begin.

“What if you don’t put it inside me?” He halts, mouth open but he slowly closes it again, waiting for you to continue.

You wince as you sit up a bit, the fiery pain from earlier gone and replaced with a dull manageable ache. You swallow thickly, realizing now what you’re about to ask and becoming a bit flustered. Was it weird…? You weren’t sure, but you needed to steel yourself or he’d end the night and force you both to bed after a bath.

He’s truly a man of patience, because you couldn’t count the number of times he hadn’t finished when you’d be intimate. You wanted him to fall apart like that too, like you always do.

“We, well you, could use my…my thighs.” You felt awkward, but the tilt of his head and no immediate refute was a good sigh. His arms were crossed, and he seemed to think it over for a moment.

“Okay… but you need to promise me you’re truly alright. I’m not going to use your body when you’re hurt.” You were elated, giddy almost, because a well of pride was bubbling inside you.

“I’m a little sore, but other than that I’m fine. There’s no pain anymore.” He nods, and you realize he was no longer hard anymore. Well of course he wouldn’t be, you grimace, you’d tried to break it when you slammed down on him.

“Oh! I’m sorry…” He sighs, but the smile playing on his lips comforts you, and he encourages you back on his lap. You’re happy to return his gentle kiss as he leans down.

Gentle turns to passionate, as the earlier fumble gets dismissed as you both begin rubbing and kissing one another.

His cock is quick to harden again after feeling your soft lips and knowing you were alright. He also couldn’t help the erotic thought of using your thighs, something he was a bit ashamed not to have come up with sooner.

When he felt you grinding your core against him again, he sat up on his knees, turning you so your back was against his chest. He pulls you flush against him, actually holding up all your weight and keeping you off the futon so his cock could jut out from between your legs.

The sight was debauched, your head looking down at his enormous dick covered in your sticky arousal, resting heavy between your soft smooth thighs and dripping cunt. You couldn’t help clamping them closed, as Gyomei helped you both lay on your sides, his entire chest encompassing your smaller frame.

He’s careful not to lean too much weight onto you, as he slides one thigh under yours, and the other on top, caging your legs between his own.

“Mei…?” You glance up curiously, but his brows are furrowed in concentration as you feel him begin to apply pressure and clamp your thighs even tighter. “Oh!” You gasp, feeling his cock pressed against your core so much more like this, and his own little sigh is filled with pleasure too, as he rocks his hips a little.

The glide is easy, your copious release enough to coat him thoroughly and slide between your thighs seamlessly.

“Little bird you feel so good,” his groan sends shivers down your spine, as one arms wraps around your waist and anchors you to him, his pace picking up.

He’s fucking your thighs. Cock sliding back and forth against your pussy as warmth spreads throughout you both. He keeps gently grazing your clit with his tip, the sensitive nub sparking to life your arousal as you grind back against him, moaning with him now.

You watch it, as it pops out and disappears between you, the speed in which you see it increasing as his pants and groans do.

You look up at him again, his face even more flushed and skin sweaty as he uses you like a toy for his pleasure.

Granted a toy he made cum many, many times before.

“Do you—hah, feel good Mei?” He looks down at the sound of your voice, eyes lidded and nearly closed as he nods, “You’re so wet little bird, do you like how my cock rubs against you?”

You moan, loving how the passion rises when he’s close to his release.

The erotic noises increasing as his heavy balls slap against the soaked skin of your ass, his hips beginning to add more weight as his rhythm falters.

“Mei, m’gonna—,” you gasp, feeling him angle his hips up to rub even harder against your clit.

“Me too, cum for me—,” when his cock gets even wetter as you cry out, his thighs tense and increase the pressure as he twitches and his load shoots out.

Hot cum coats you, him, and all between your thighs and pussy as he grips you in a bear hug against him and pants. His hips rutting and humping you until every pearly drop of his cum is milked.

You go limp, this orgasm finally your limit as you nearly fall asleep despite the mess you both made.

He chuckles, kissing your cheek and hair line as he releases you to sit up.

“Do you want a bath song bird, or just to clean up and go to bed?”

“I don’t know… do you want to use my mouth next time?”

He nearly choked on his own saliva. He hasn’t thought of that either…

[magicalbunbun]

Hello, although I understand that you have many au for different fandoms, and most likely you will not continue your au for Gravity Falls.

But still, I became too curious, why exactly does Y/N hate Bill? Like, hatred is never groundless, is it? Still, there is something that made them hate Bill so much that they wanted to take revenge on him by making his life hell.

For some reason I thought that this was due to the fact that Bill destroyed their flat world, from which they both come. I can imagine that Y/N would also have family and friends, have her own happy life, and then it all ended because of one yellow triangle. In their place, everyone would want revenge.

This is, of course, just my theory, but I'm very interested in how their relationship developed and how they got to the point where they hated each other.

(Love the art)

Well y/n really hates bill for destroying his home, and ending y/n loves one, that's why y/n get more aggressive at him and demanding to make bill suffer.

That's why y/n start to manipulate stanley and also dipper, making deals with important figures and changing the timeline, where stanley can't age that's why he look younger then stanford.

As time go on y/n start to get power hunger as playing with bill, not letting him go just to play with it.

There is no way that anyone can stop y/n from it.

[kath-trashh]

[it was a habit he had since his school days. in important moments of his life or in moments when his self-esteem fell, kim dokja would say, “i am yoo joonghyuk.”]

[macaronijail06]

“The blood was really on my cheek, and not on the window”

[slayfics]

3,000 Followers Special!

I can’t believe it- is this really real?! *pinches self* Well it’s still there so that means- You lovely people have gotten me to 3,000 followers 🥹!! I never imagine so many of you would enjoy my writing! It brings me great joy to know I can entertain others with my delusional hobby. Thank you all, I appreciate every one of you.

As promised, below is an open ended Muichiro fanfiction. I am encouraging all of you to write your part two and share them with us all~ no pressure of course 🫶!

I look forward to sharing more of my writings with you and continuing to connect with you all!

-Slay 💚

You felt accomplished and exhausted after completing your most recent mission. Excitement ran through you as you neared Tokito's Mansion, you never felt more ready to rest.

“You’re back already?” He asked as you entered the estate, surprised by your quick return.

“Mhm, it didn’t take too long to track down and take care of the demon,” you smiled.

“Want to get some training in then?” He offered.

The thought of training made you wince. “I’d actually rather rest. I’m exhausted Tokito.”

Muichiro nodded in understanding and made his way outside to the usual spot where you both rested. It was a routine where Muichiro would cloud gaze or zone out and you’d nap.

You sat down next to him on the soft grass, and the warmth of the sun made you yawn. Muichiro gently tugged on your arm, his usual signal to encourage you to lay down in his lap.

You lay down resting your head on him just as a cloud covered the sun making for a perfect nap environment.

Just as you felt yourself beginning to doze off Muichiro asked you a question, “What was the demon like?”

“Mmm just a simple one it didn’t even have a blood art,” you said, yawing and closing your eyes once more.

This time something kept you from drifting off into sleep. The overwhelming feeling of eyes on you. You opened your eyes to see Muichiro was indeed staring down at you.

“Tokito what are you doing?” You asked confused. Usually, Muichiro watched the clouds or birds in the trees.

“Watching you,” he said bluntly.

“It’s making it hard to sleep, usually you’re distracted by something else,” you complained.

“I know, but today only you are catching my attention. I missed you,” he said, causing a blush to creep up on to your cheeks. “I’ll look away if it helps you rest though,” he said, but still found himself taking glances at you. Today he seemed unable to keep his eyes off you.

Finally able to drift into sleep, your head became heavy on his lap and your breathing deepened. A twitch of your hand caught Muichiro's attention.

“Are you dreaming of fighting the demon?” He asked, causing you to once again be disturbed from sleep.

“Tokitooooo, I’m trying to sleep,” you whined.

“Right,” he said and looked away from you once more. You closed your eyes and drifted back into slumber.

Muichiro tried hard to stay focused on the clouds or wildlife around, but he found his gaze returning back to you. He studied how your chest rose and fell as you peacefully slept. The soft noises you made while you were asleep, and the movement of your eyes behind your eyelids indicating your dream was intensifying.

He didn’t want to disturb you again but a question formed on his lips that he had been wanting to ask for some time now. He felt his cheeks warm at the thought of asking you his question….

[mandragoraeart]

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