#have this ..

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Ghost of the theater

[syneester]

Oh, Scar. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

[repmet]

I can't wait it out. I'm going crazy here.

[lennadanvers]

TW: mentions of sex/penetration/being naked; maybe like hinting at dark(ish) themes?? Soap being a lil weird desperate gremlin. This is so short.

Soap doesn't fuck.

He consumes.

It's not about blowing off steam or whatever, either. He has no problem saying it's just that, but it isn't. No, when he has sex with you it's because he's already exhausted all the other (tamer) ways of being close to you.

It's not about the sexual pleasure. It's not that kind of desire. It's his need to be around and inside you. To be you. It's like the need you get when you see something that is too cute and you just need to crush it between your hands. Except that Soap's feelings are darker.

He wants to feel you all over. Deeply. He needs closeness, desperately. He whines and moans purely out of relief when he can touch you; so much skin to skin. Soap presses his chest and belly to your back, and his hips to your ass, and your legs to his, and his neck to your shoulder, and his breath to your head... His arms constrict your chest and arms, hands clawing at your waist and biceps, whatever he can put his fingers on.

He doesn't even care about penetration. Sure, it's nice. Though not so much if it means he'll have to move away, even if it's just a little, to go in and out. No, he prefers grinding.

"Sex" is a good cover for what he actually needs. Except that things start to get a little complicated when you've both finished and he's still rubbing his body against yours. And is he purring?

[yuanology]

I imagine spanking Satoru in my lap while whispering lewd things about him being a pervert while the only thing he can do is sob and bite my shoulder ,bby is so lost in pleasure he wishes to end up as satisfied as his best friend who is laying asleep in front of him but bby is so new he is ashamed of asking so force him into telling what he wants and then like …corruption kink akksnwkaoaoao😋🐸 idkkkk 🫨

hey ...... i'm sorry in advance for this one. i don't fucking know what this is either. also, this ended up being an entirely separate thing from the original satosugu fic & this is just........ afab!satoru getting his cunt slapped raw while suguru—who's implied to have been fucked by reader earlier—is passed the fuck out. &. i ended up writing this as a teacher!suguru au a.k.a everything goes well au so yeah, don't get confused

despite common first impression, twenty-eight years old gojo "the strongest" satoru had never been touched by anyone before. yes, you heard that right. he was still a virgin; pure and untouched.

before he came to jujutsu tech—before he left home, before he found out about the world, before he realised that he was practically a damn princess stuck in his tower—satoru hadn't even thought of the art of carnal pleasure. he had thought it was just something that happened, not something to indulge himself in.

growing up amongst people his age had been an awakening, that was for certain. his hands started wrapping around himself more often, the collar of his shirt caught between his teeth as he stifled the noise escaping his throat. porn became a commodity, and satoru wasn't exactly oblivious to it, he just never had the time or opportunity to try it.

until you.

satoru let loose another sob, tears streaking down his face. his teeth was caught around the meat of your shoulder, and he could barely breathe around it, much less speak coherently. he still whimpered, "too much."

"you wanted this," you reminded him, your voice low and dirty and so, so fucking real that it's driving him insane. nothing—nothing, no lewd images or videos or even his own imagination—could compare to the feeling of you right now. "you asked me for this, baby."

and you were right. he had asked for this, craving your closeness just as much as he craved the feeling of your hands on him. he had asked you for this, physically and audibly begged you to give him a taste of the things that he had seen and watched all these years.

finally, satoru had thought to himself when he met you properly for the first time. finally, someone who can understand. who can finally give me what i need. it hadn't taken much time before he was on his knees, begging for you to give him everything and so much more. men like gojo satoru didn't make a habit out of begging, but you were an exception amongst many others.

your only response had been a raised, unimpressed eyebrow before you told him that you would consider it. he didn't blame you for it. it wasn't as if your relationship with his own best friend, suguru, was a secret, even if it wasn't official. but satoru had to try.

(and he had asked suguru about it already, kicking at the floorboard underneath him with an out-of-character show of shyness, until suguru had laughed at him, clapped him on the shoulder, and said, "yeah, sure. what's mine is yours and all that—if you can get him to agree, that is." so.)

but when he had asked you to show him what it meant to feel good hurt during sex, he had never expected you to do this to him—to be so mean and so fucking rough, to be so, so desperately cruel to him in ways that he had never seen you do to anyone else.

fuck, satoru thought dazedly. the position—his body bent over your lap, his ass high in the air and his cunt flushes, twitching, and so fucking exposed—had him distinctly dizzy, his head dropping at an awkward angle on the mattress but he didn't care.

he blinked away the tears in his eyes, but the slumped figure of his best friend's body passed out a behind you on the bed remained blurry. how the fuck do you handle this? he wondered.

he let out another whimper when your hand met the meat of his ass, and he could feel it fucking jiggle. he found it so humiliating, but you must think otherwise because you groped his asscheek with an air of smugness. you pried his ass apart, making him grimace when he felt his slick slide down his thigh, betraying him.

"look at you, baby," you cooed, chuckling to yourself. "you're fucking dripping all over the place. you're so desperate for it, huh? pretty virgin like you probably doesn't even know what it's like to be touched like this."

your voice was a light musing, distinctly distant and almost detached in your amusement, but satoru couldn't help but feel raw all over; an exposed nerve ready to be flayed over an open fire. he was sensitive, each inch of his skin a weakness that leaves him feel vulnerable.

"hurts," satoru croaked out miserably, feeling a bit like a fool for saying it. his words are garbled, slurred—almost watery in a way satoru hadn't known was possible before.

"hm." your hand left his hand, making a whine escape the back of satoru's throat. his voice returned to something subdued, something calmer, when he realised that you're simply moving to rest your hand on the small of his back.

"i suppose i can give you mercy," you said, your voice a low drawl that sent goosebumps racing along his skin. "just this once."

satoru couldn't help the whimper that escaped him. even through the heavy haze in his mind, he knew that he couldn't have this without a price. you always demanded an equal pay be returned for the price of your kindness. he had watched you wring dry orgasm after orgasm out of suguru, even when his best friend's body was limp, practically motionless save for the overstimulated twitches and the sobs that escaped suguru's throat, all in exchange for having satoru there with them tonight.

you must notice the sudden shift in his attitude, the way his ass was wriggling in the air almost desperately, because you snickered and your hand pressed him down harder against your lap. fuck, he thinks, feeling himself dripping all over the place at the feeling of you.

"how about this," you offered. "five more spankings, and i want you to count. if you miss one, we'll start over." your hand caressed the swell of his ass, your movements gentle as you soothed the spank marks you had left there earlier.

as much as satoru knew he shouldn't believe you, he still couldn't help the way he sniffled at the feeling and asked, "promise?"

you chuckled, the sound soft. your lips met the skin on his back, right over his spine. "sure, baby," you said. "i promise. just five more, okay? you'll be a good boy, won't you, satoru? you'll stay still for me?"

satoru nodded eagerly, chewing at this lower lip at the sound of your praise. good boy. yes, he could be your good boy. he would always be your good boy.

although he couldn't see it, he knew your smile was there when you said, "good. don't forget to count, okay, baby?" which, really, should have been the first sign of something dangerous looming.

the sound of your hand slapping his skin was promptly followed by a fucking howl that was stripped out of his throat; loud and jagged and surprised and so fucked over that satoru's head throbbed with it.

because jesus motherfucking fuck, you just slapped his cunt.

"count, baby."

satoru could barely even think past the static ringing in his air, stuffing his brain full with cloth, but he thought he might have choked out a whimpering, "one."

your hand moved once again to his cunt, he motion gentler this time. you didn't spank him again but rather, you spread his legs, exposing more of his cunt, and he whimpers in anticipation.

but your fingers only breach the lips of his cunt, spreading his labia apart to look at the slick already dripping the moment his folds were parted. you cooed at him, and satoru felt himself burning with so much fucking feelings that he couldn't even identify a proper source for it.

holy shit.

"four more," you whispered, your thumb dragging along his slit down to his clit. you rubbed it for a moment, causing satoru to whine at the feeling. "just a bit more, okay, baby?"

he didn't know if he nodded, or if he just lay there across your lap—rooted in place and feeling lightheaded, entirely motionless—but you must have found something you wanted to see from him because he could feel you moving again.

anticipating what would come after didn't make it any easier to handle.

your palm met the centre of his cunt perfectly, the tips of your fingers catching his clit, and satoru sobbed. "two," he quickly scrambled to rasp out before you could make him repeat it, before you could make him start all over. "two, that's—" he catches his breath, tongue feeling swollen in his mouth. "that's two."

"good boy."

another slap, making his back arch and his body squirm away from the sensation. the sound was fucking disgusting, even more so now that the slick accumulating on his cunt had created a pillow for your hand to rest on, creating a loud squelching sound that made satoru's toes curl.

"three," satoru whimpered. "it hurts."

"just two more," you reassured him, your fingers grazing over his entrance but never once dipping inside. fuck. "can you do that for me?"

satoru sniffled, but he nodded. "two more," he repeated.

"good boy."

your next slap came in sharp and quick, and he barely managed to blurt out, "four." before he collapses into sobs. his body is slumped, weak and unable to even twitch.

one more, he thought. just one more.

letting out a ragged breath, satoru's voice bleeds into a high keen when he feels you pull back the hood over his clit, exposing the sensitive nerve. the realisation of what you're about to do strikes him a second, too late.

no, you're going to—

your entire fucking palm met his exposed clit, sending up a burning sensation across the length of satoru's spine. "five!" satoru shouted, a little desperate, a lot hurt, equal measures of feeling fucked right out of his mind.

"fuck, that's five. that's—" he couldn't even finish his sentence, already broken off to sobs and whimpers as his entire fucking body trembles at the feeling of it. fuck. every inch of him felt numb; all of the hurt centred on the feeling of your slap on his clit.

the world is a hazy blur of static and cotton and distance for a long moment. when satoru's world comes back into focus, he's still on your lap, but seated now, positioned in a way that saved his cunt from any accidental stimulation. his mouth parted and drool dripping down the corners of your lips, but your hands are on his his back, keeping him close, and you're murmuring sweet nothings to him.

and he must have done something—something right, something wrong—because he feels himself going weightless and then your lips are brushing over the shell of his ear, and you're telling him, "get your rest, satoru. you deserve it."

oh, satoru thought dazedly, feeling the world drift in and out of motion for a long moment. this is why. because for all your cruelty and all your harshness, you were exceptionally gentle in the aftermath. satoru's vision is blurring around the edges, but he feels you all the same—warm and present and there.

"g'night," he thought he might've slurred out.

he might imagine the feeling of your lips on his temple, but he liked to think that it was real all the same.

[tar-dar]

[twstgarden]

❀ ❝ 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 ❞

━ general! lilia vanrouge x human! gn! reader ━ living as a human in a fae-dominated country during the war probably isn't your best idea, but you love the land of briar so much as you were born and raised in that nation. who knew that your little activity of picking berries in the forest would make you meet the famed fae general? will he think you're a spy and deem you as a threat or will he realize you're just an innocent human living in the forest? (f/n means first name)

requested by: anonymous request type: oneshot requester's message: Can I request a General Lilia and Human Reader one-shot? Something fluffy (wasn't sure if you were up to date with the game so didn't want to get too specific) florist's note: omg a general lilia request. don't worry, i'm up to date w the jp version of the game. thank you for the request, little one.

this work contains spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia's arc.

do not steal or translate without my permission.

“what are you doing out here, human?”

you flinched in surprise as a voice startled you from behind. you stood up and turned around with your basket on your arm, looking at the person who disturbed your little time. you were about to respond until you noticed the semi-familiar mask and the long dark hair with red highlights peeking out of this person’s hood.

it was the famed fae general.

“i was… just picking berries, sir.”

you responded as soon as you regained your thoughts. you continued to hold your basket as your eyes trailed all over his figure, taking in the details of his clothing and the mask covering his face. the eye holes glowed red, giving you the impression that it could be his eye colour. 

he was silent for a while as you responded, making you stay silent before looking down at your half-filled basket, tilting it a little to show him the contents.

“here… if you don’t believe me…”

the general looked at the basket for a quick second then looked back at you, speaking in a stern tone as he was still a little suspicious of you, “why pick berries all the way to this forest? you might be one of those pesky silver owl spies for all i know.”

silver owl? ah, that must be the human knights wearing iron armour and stealing the resources of the land of briar. 

what a disappointment… your own kind seemed to have never learned not to steal other’s resources. 

“ah… no… i’m not a spy nor am i a part of the silver owls… i’m just a human living in the forest and this spot is the closest area for berry picking to my cottage,” you tried to explain yourself to the general as the red glow in the mask’s eyeholes stared back at you with extreme intensity. 

when he did not respond for a while, you bowed a little to show respect and asked, “am i free to go, general?” 

he let out a short hum and held onto his weapon as he replied, “go. avoid the forest as much as possible, human. it’s not safe here. evacuate while you can.” you gave him a small smile and bowed your head again, “thank you, general, but i’ll be fine in this forest. have a great evening, sir.”

you held onto your basket and smiled for a quick second before turning around and walking away from the general, heading back to your lovely little cottage settled just a few meters away from the berry-picking spot. 

so that was the fae general. you finally had the chance to meet him face-to-face. his aura made him quite intimidating, especially when he holds that magical lithic. still, you didn’t want that to scare you. you knew you did nothing wrong, so there was no reason to fear him coming after you. 

that aside, the berries you picked were to your expectations, and you grabbed enough to bake your pie for dinner. with that in mind, you got to work, prepping the ingredients and baking your pie. the scent of the pie flooded your kitchen and the surrounding area of your cottage.

lucky for you, your little neighbourhood was safe and rarely do you ever find any threatening creatures, just a bunch of adorable woodland creatures. by the time your pie was finished baking, you had dinner by yourself on a picnic bench right outside your cottage, enjoying the greenery despite the darkness of the forest. 

it was going well until you felt another presence with you sitting right in front of you on the picnic bench. you glanced at the person and saw a soldier wearing armour with the palace guards’ coat of arms and a mask covering their face looking at you ━ or rather, the pie. it seems they’ve smelt it from wherever they were staying and came over. 

the soldier started screeching and you knew it was speaking to you in their language. unfortunately, being human meant it was hard for you to pick up and understand what they were saying, so you had to rely on the soldier’s body language. 

noticing how they were eyeing the single slice of pie in your hand, you thought the soldier wanted to have some, making you extend your hand a little as you spoke, “you want a pie? wait here.”

you then entered your cottage to grab the remaining slices of pie on your table and went out, placing it on the picnic table right in front of the soldier, “here, have this! you can share it with the rest of the soldiers, there’s plenty left!” 

the soldier stared at the pie for a while before looking up at you as if they were checking for any signs of hesitation or whatnot. you merely smiled to show no ill will, but another screech was heard from behind the soldier and your eyes immediately noticed the general standing right there. 

the soldier turned around and saluted at the general before screeching back, making it evident to you that they are conversing in their own language. moments later, the soldier disappeared into the dark forest, leaving you with the general as you looked at him, “did you tell him to leave?”

“no, i told him not to take food from others even if they try to offer it.”

you sighed as you sat on the picnic bench, “are you still wary of me?” 

“yes.”

oh, how straightforward. very admirable.

“i see… well, i’m not sure what i should say to make you think i’m just a regular forest resident and not a spy, but at least have a pie. there’s plenty left to share. it’s not poisoned if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“i am not interested in eating human food.”

those were the last things he said before disappearing into the night somewhere in the forest, presumably heading back to where his soldiers were camping out. you blinked your eyes for a moment before shrugging your shoulders and mumbling under your breath, “alright, general…” 

days have passed and you’ve occasionally seen the general around the forest as you did your usual activities. he had warned you not to dilly-dally around the forest, while other times, he just ignored you and let you do your thing as well as informing his troops not to harm you. 

soon, it escalated to some of the soldiers even paying you a visit just to check on you. you appreciated their gestures, but at the back of your mind, you wondered if the general grew to accept you as a regular citizen of their country. you even got to meet one of the soldiers called baul zigvolt as he paid your cottage a visit once to see if you were well or not. in return, you gave him one of your pastries or meals that he can share with the rest of his comrades. it certainly has become sort of a routine to you at this point.

one day, none of the soldiers paid you a little visit, which made you wonder if they were alright or if they’d moved their camp somewhere else further away from your cottage. you sat on the picnic bench right outside your cottage as you sipped on some beverage you made yourself, watching the surrounding areas for any signs of life, watching the moon and the stars up in the sky shining down on you, listening to the crickets in the distance, and feeling the cold breeze in the air as it made the trees sway a little. 

you were about to head back inside until you heard a familiar voice a few steps behind you. 

“waiting for something?”

you turned around and smiled as you saw the same old mask as the familiar figure stood there, “well… someone, rather.” 

a chuckle was heard from the general before walking towards you and sitting on the picnic bench before you. your smile was still present on your face as you spoke, “i’m doing alright if you’re here to check on me. i appreciate all your efforts, general.”

it was silent for a bit, but you remained smiling at him. a few seconds later, his hands hovered over his mask before grabbing it, revealing his features as his red eyes looked right at you.

your eyes widened slightly. he was really good-looking. you couldn’t find the right words to say, but you remained smiling as he spoke to you, “...that’s a relief, then. you need to know how dangerous this place is. it isn’t safe for you to stay here, human.”

“f/n.”

“what?”

“my name’s f/n…” 

the general smiled a little and continued to speak, “i see…” you smiled and proceeded to reply to his words earlier, “i’ll be alright here, general. this is my home… i was raised in this cottage by my parents. now that i’m alone, i still wish to stay here.” he nodded a little as you added, “...thank you, general, for looking out and considering me as the land of briar’s citizen…”

he didn’t say anything for a moment as you handed him a little flower from your garden and a few cookies with a sheepish smile, “i didn’t get to cook or bake much today, so… please accept this..”

the general grabbed the cookies and the flower from you as he placed the flower safely by the belt of his armour while grabbing a cookie and taking a bite. a few moments later, you conversed with the general until he had to head back to his camp. 

you stood before him and spoke as you went to see him off, “thank you for visiting, general. be safe out there.” he nodded his head and placed a rose on your hair, already wearing a mask as he did so, “... there… you look beautiful… and you’re the one who needs to be safe out here, f/n. i’ll see you again tomorrow.” he then disappeared into the night, but his words were still in your mind. 

beautiful.

beautiful.

beautiful…

the general thinks you look beautiful. 

“oh dear me, my heart can’t take this…” you whispered as you hovered a hand above your chest, right where your heart was. you smiled to yourself as you entered your cottage and went to your room, laying on your bed as you hugged your pillow.

“i hope i’ll see him again tomorrow…”

© twstgarden 2023 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.

[katherines-howard]

enid: you need to take a break

wednesday: i don't take breaks, i just break down

enid:

[lover-of-mine]

Eddie + casually touching Buck

Bonus (the aborted ones):

[hellishfig]

many people have talked about what mediums they would want to see dimension 20 made in, so here's my dream lineup for all the intrepid heroes seasons:

fantasy high – live action w/ extensive practical effects when possible

the unsleeping city – animated a la spiderverse and/or arcane

a crown of candy – stop motion claymation

a starstruck odyssey – also animated but entirely 2d

neverafter – also live action with extensive practical effects when possible

i love these seasons as they are, but when i imagine them as scripted tv shows, this is how i see them

[wanologic]

That Fit Tho

[nebquerna]

December lad #A ❄️

[wrathofrats]

Do you ever think Swiss tried self bondage and got stuck? Strung up and helpless? You think he secretly hopes someone finds him and takes advantage of his stupidity? Idk.

-void

I got carried away is anyone surprised

Keep Me Lit and Salivating

Read here or on ao3

“Awe what happened to you starlight? Someone string you up and leave you?” Ifrit cooed, sitting on the bed next to him. He ran a finger down his chest, admiring his rope work and snapping the middle tie against his skin.

Or 1.7k of aether and ifrit ruining Swiss

Warnings for: dubious consent, Swiss says no but he doesn’t mean it, small bits of objectifying, and just a small bit of quintessence fuckery

Swiss has a thing for self bondage. Something just a little risky about tying himself up, wearing a harness under his clothes. He loves the feel of it being only for himself and no one else. He does it as almost an act of self love, feeling intimate and personal with himself. He takes delicate care with his ropes, making sure to make them tight enough to keep his brain on edge but not to hurt him.

Restraining himself and respecting it for his own pleasure, always knows how to get out of his own ties but something in his brain won’t let him, won’t let him be bad even if it’s just for himself.

He plays with himself a little before, teasing the head of his cock until he’s got a nice little bit of pre beading up, threatening to fall down his shaft. Works a couple fingers in himself, easing himself open to nudge one of his vibrators inside.

It’s already mind numbing. Swiss uses his quintessence to bring the toy all the way out, slamming it back in with a gut punched whine, before raising his wrists to the headboard to cuff them snugly with the key in his palm.

It’s always the plan to get himself close before he struggles. Swiss lets himself cum and be a bit overstimulated before untying himself. He likes the way it hurts for a minute, feels too good, too sensitive, maybe even lets it milk him dry, just feeble drops of cum running down his shaft after a particularly intense session.

This time he wasn’t so lucky.

His legs shook, abdomen trembling as his orgasm washed over him. A line of drool left his lips as he rode it out, feeling his cock twitch on his stomach. Swiss felt all his muscles clench as the vibrator continued long past the pleasure, quickly turning into pain with the high settings. He fumbled with the handcuffs, haphazardly attempting to position the key with the way his body convulsed and tried to get away from the strong sensation.

Before he could react the small piece of metal slipped from his palm. Clattering to the floor below.

“Fuck” Swiss bit out through a whine.

He didn’t have many options. He could attempt to brute force the chain, but the cuffs dug into his wrists uncomfortably and only got worse with every pull. He had more of a possibility to seriously hurt himself than to actually break them to get undone, and as much as Swiss was a masochist, even this was a little ridiculous.

Swiss needed to yell out. Call for help and hope someone walks by at some point in the next couple minutes in order to hear him and hopefully get him unstuck.

“Help!” He cried. The vibrations started to melt into pleasure once again. Hot and painfu but long past what he really wanted. He let out a small yelp as he shifted, driving it further into his prostate.

“Swiss? You ok?” Aether called out, There was a small knock on his door, aether twisting the doorknob tentatively.

“Oh thank Satan- aether please I’m stuck”

The door swung open, aether and ifrit rushing his side with concern before they could really take in the situation in front of them.

Swiss looked absolutely pathetic. He had tears in his pleading expression with his arms cuffed high above his head. His chest was adorned with red rope, tied tight under his pecs and down his stomach, almost making his chest bulge out of it. His stomach was covered in his own release and his cock leaked more down the sides of his abdomen and onto the sheets. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Swiss had a pained expression in his face as his hips bucked into the air like they had a mind of their own.

It really seemed like he was presented before them. Wrapped up for aether and ifrit to unravel and play with.

“Awe what happened to you starlight? Someone string you up and leave you?” Ifrit cooed, sitting on the bed next to him. He ran a finger down his chest, admiring his rope work and snapping the middle tie against his skin.

The vibrations continued to make Swiss’ brain fuzzy, he tried to focus on the question between focusing on how long it would take before he could actually be uncuffed.

“Please-“

“Oh ifrit I think he did this to himself” aether said in mock surprise. He stood behind ifrit, moving Swiss’ thigh so he could see him stretched open on his vibrator. “You know how much this thing loves a real cock in him”

Aether pushed against it, shoving it further into Swiss.

Swiss let out a choked whine, writhing as he came again. It was too much, too soon, painful white hot pleasure putting a ringing in his ears as he tried to breath through the waves of his orgasm. The vibrations never let up, aethers pushing never let up.

Once Swiss opened his eyes again he could feel the toy being slowly pulled out of him. The silicone made an awful wet pop as it came out, dripping with lube and his own slick.

“Forgot he was part water ghoul” ifrit reached for it, admiring the way it shined in the small bit of light in the room. The liquid ran down to his palm before he quickly chased it with his tongue. Swiss let out a choked noise as ifrit took his time to savor his taste, moaning softly at Swiss’ slick on his tongue.

Aether leaned in with a grin to drag his tongue up the other side, staring Swiss in the eyes. They were trying to put on a show for him. Get him all worked up again after being spent and covered in his own fluids. Ifrit slowly kissed up the side of the vibrator while aether moved to meet his lips. They were practically making out around the thing just to make Swiss writhe, wet smacking sounds filled the room as they kissed each other over the toy.

“Wonder if our starlight tastes any better” aether breathed pulling away from ifrit.

“We can’t just let him go without cleaning him up can we?”

Swiss looked almost terrified. A growing warmth in him desperate to be touched but he knows he’s still sensitive, it would still be too much for him. His wide eyes with drying tears on his cheeks almost made him more tempting for the other two ghouls to continue to ruin. All tied up with nowhere to go, really who could blame them for taking advantage of the situation?

Ifrit took his place next to Swiss at the top of the bed. Sweetly curling into his side with his head in the crook of his neck to nip at the sensitive skin. It was an interesting juxtaposition, the nice, caring demeanor that combated the fact that they were keeping him tied up just to play with.

Aether rested between his legs. He kissed along Swiss’ thighs, placing a firm hand on his legs when Swiss tried to prematurely get away from his mouth where he knows it’ll end up.

“Oh don’t be like that sweetheart.” Aether scolded, nuzzling into his pubic bone, “just trying to be kind and not leave you all messy”

Aethers mouth was hot, tongue feeling almost like sandpaper as he licked along Swiss’ stomach to clean up the cum that had pooled along his navel.

“Just-“ Swiss gasped as aether dove to lick a fat stripe up the base of his cock, “aether please”

“Awe he even remembered his manners aeth” ifrit praised, still absentmindedly kissing and sucking along Swiss’ throat and jawline. He looked absolutely wrecked, bruised and limp on the bed, eyes screwed shut as aether continued to tease his spent cock. He lapped over the head, trying to coax him back to full hardness while ifrits hands roamed over his chest.

“Poor thing still can’t get hard though,”

“You could help him, he asked so nicely after all”

The sensations were mind numbing, he could feel all the blood slowly rush to dick with a spark of quintessence as his arms and hands started to tingle. Ifrit plucked at his nipples with a hum aether finally took Swiss fully in his mouth. He was still sensitive, painfully so but all he could do was drool and clench his muscles. It was all artificial, aether was forcing him to be hard with his magic and the back of his throat tasted metallic with it while aether used him.

He wanted to fight against the feeling growing in his stomach. The combination of pain and pleasure that he knew would gut punch him if they actually made him cum again. The ropes were rubbing his skin raw at this point, and ifrit wasn’t helping with that as he continued to pull and maneuver the ropes while he played with Swiss’ chest.

“Gonna have to tie you up all the time if it makes you this easy huh swissy?” Ifrit kisses into his skin. Swiss felt like he was on fire, a suffocating heat in the room as he slowly grew closer and closer.

Swiss didn’t have the brains to warn either of them before shamelessly toppling over the edge. He had barely anything left in him, almost completely milked dry even if aether sucked and swallowed as if his mouth was full. The magic wore off as Swiss settled into another round of almost overwhelming overstimulation.

“There you go sweet boy,” aether rubbed along his skin, as he pulled away, trying to soothe him just a little bit.

“Let me go now?” Swiss looked like a kicked puppy, his breathing was still heavy, voice seemingly raw from trying not to moan and cry.

“Of course not” ifrit laughed, pressing a peck to Swiss’ lips

“I still haven’t had my turn”

[paper-lilypie]

once in a blue moon, he comes out to play

[nocturnal-artist]

What are you, four different dogs?

Someone called them toxic yuri and now I need them I love this energy for Kristen