#it's a gender neutral scent

[hislittleraincloud]

#1:

#2

Which one will it be? Either way, both prepare a man (or woman) for hot, milky nights in the Rubber Room.

@brenli Be glad I haven't made an Ansel Edition yet 💩💩💩💩💩

[naivegh0ul]

Hngggg I'm losing my mind over sweaty Ghost. Filthy, smells absolutely vile but in the best way possible. Maybe this is just my scent kink talking, idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

(warnings: smut, gender neutral reader, scent kink, armpit licking, blowjobs, overall filth)

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His shirt is drenched, and his sweatpants are hanging low on his hips, revealing his happy trail, sticking against his skin from how sweaty he is.

He's sitting on a bench, his mask pulled up above his nose as he drinks from his water bottle, some dribbling down his chin from how fast and messily he's drinking it.

It has you thinking about how he'd look between your legs, his jaw and mouth slick with your juices and cocky smile on his face, showing off those pointy canines.

You wouldn't mind getting beard burn on your thighs from his stubble, rubbing against your thighs from how messy he's being.

Ghost catches you staring, clearly mid-daydream, and he sends you a wink, those deep brown eyes of his filled with lust. He stands up, pulling his mask back down before turning away and heading towards the showers.

Now that would be a tragedy, to wash away his intoxicating scent under the shitty pressure of the base showers, using some random bar of soap. No, you have to stop him before he commits such a heinous crime.

You follow him into the communal showers, and as he strips out of his clothes, his bare body being revealed piece by piece, you get an amazing show of just how strong Ghost is.

Ghost knows you're there, no doubt, he's trained in the art of you, so it's no surprise that when he steps into the shower cubicle, he waits a moment before turning the shower head on, giving you time to get naked and join him.

He knows you're there when he feels a pair of hands on his hips, your thumbs rubbing softly. "Thought you could wash away all that sweat without me knowing, Simon?" Ghost hears you say, your tone surprisingly dominant.

You flip Ghost around, pressing his back against the cold shower wall, and Ghost lifts his arm up for you, knowing what's about to happen. He lets out a groan as you immediately dive in, shoving your face into his armpit and sniffing, sniffing like a damn dog.

He feels your hot tongue poking against his already steaming skin, lapping up his sweat from his workout, your nose deep in the hair there. "Fuck, look at you, filthy bastard." Ghost chuckles teasingly, his other hand not currently in the air resting on your lower back, occasionally sliding down to cup your ass.

"Saw me and just couldn't resist, huh? A fuckin' dog is what you are." Ghost slaps your ass as he speaks, smirking at the way you moan into his underarm. He grunts in surprise when you turn your head to the side and bite his pec in retaliation to his words, your teeth marking his skin, staking your claim.

You huff annoyedly, turning back to the task at hand. You bury yourself in Ghost's armpit, lapping up his sweat and inhaling his dirty scent. After a while, you pull away, panting slightly. Ghost watches as you sink to your knees and lean forward, cupping Ghost's cock. Not to jerk him off, no, but to push it out of the way so you can nose at his musky balls, sucking one into your mouth.

"That's the spirit, just like that." Ghost praises, groaning quietly as you slather his balls in saliva. Ghost truly moans when you lean back and grasp his cock, your hand wrapped around the base, and you take the head of his cock into your mouth.

The way your lips stretch around Ghost's cock, jaw becoming slack to accommodate his size, it has Ghost grabbing your head and slowly pushing you further down his cock.

He feels you choke, feels you swallow as the tip of cock bumps the back of your throat, and you're not even halfway down yet. "Come on, sweetheart, you can take it. Relax that throat for me." Ghost says, his voice gruff yet gentle. "There we go, good job." He praises and watches you shudder, feels the vibrations as you moan around his cock.

His hips jerk at the sensation, thrusting his cock further down your throat by accident. Ghost moans at the feeling of your wet, warm throat struggling, tightening up around him as he's too big for you. "You can take it, love. I know you can." Ghost grunts.

You look up at him with wet eyes, unshed tears in the corners as proof of how much of a struggle it is for you to take Ghost's cock. That fact just gives Ghost an ego boost, makes him feel a burst of pride as he knows that you've taken him fully many times before.

It makes Ghost all the more proud of you as he slowly slides more of his cock into your mouth, your throat relaxing and letting him slip all of his cock inside.

"Fuck." Ghost groans, his head falling back against the tiled wall. "Gonna fuck your face now, love." He warns and pulls your head back slightly before pushing it down, grunting at the feeling. "Doing so well for me, sweetheart."

Ghost looks down at you, admiring the way your pretty lips stretch around his cock, the way your eyes flutter shut each time he pushes you down on his cock, throat contracting as you swallow. "Gorgeous." Ghost whispers as he gazes down at you, brown eyes filled with admiration.

You whine, eyes squeezing shut from embarrassment and Ghost chuckles softly. "Alright, I'll stop." He says teasingly, a rare smile on his face as he continues to slowly move your head up and down his shaft, that familiar coil curling in his gut with each pass.

He speeds you up slightly, bobbing your head while also thrusting, pushing you down at the same time his hips press against your face. "Mmm, 's like you were made for me." Ghost exhales heavily as he feels himself getting close to the edge. He pulls out slightly before grinding against your face, his cock forced deep down your throat, making you choke a little.

"Come on, 'm almost there. Gonna cum down this perfect throat." The shower room fills with the sound of shaky breaths and slick noises, your gagging loud and lewd. Ghost grunts on each thrust, his balls tightening as he teeters on the edge.

The feeling of your hands snaking up his thighs and resting on his hips is what does it for him. He comes with a moan, cock twitching in your mouth as he spills his thick seed down your throat, forcing you to swallow. Praises spew from his mouth, 'good job's and 'so good' echoing through the shower stall.

After a moment, Ghost pulls your head back, his cock now soft, although it jumps when Ghost looks down at you and sees you looking back up at him, lashes wet with tears and an eager smirk on your face. "Fuckin' insatiable, you are." Ghost chides with a laugh, leaning back against the wall as he catches his breath.

[playfully-sadistic]

*with the intention of flirting with you* phew, this workout was really exhausting, god, my ass has to be so sweaty and gross right now, I definitely need a shower before anyone could even think of putting their mouth near it, ooof, otherwise it would be really humiliating and disgusting for them, and who would want that really, am I right?

[trashland-llamas]

Vignettes

x gn reader

divider by cafekitsune

Sanji who gets so high off of making out that you have to hold his head up as his head lulls back. Hands slowly burrowing into his hair. Short of breath with blood slowly trickling down his red and swollen lips. Cheeks flush a complimentary pink. A soft whimper falls from his lips if you’re bold enough to lick up the blood. Sanji tastes the expectant iron as you softly push your tongue down his throat. ‘Such a pretty boy.’ And all he can do is nod, rendered speechless.

. . .

'Don't eat, taste.' That simple statement would aptly describe how Sanji treats going down on you, no matter what bits or bobs you have downstairs. It's not another chore to complete or dish to make. Rather it's something to truly savor. Taking his sweet time, keeping eye contact with you throughout the whole ordeal, nose resting against your pubis mound. Sanji loves if you grip his hair. You'll have to yank him off you otherwise he'd spend all day down there if it wasn't for the pesky need of air. Switching to kitten licks as he pushes you into overstimulation.

. . .

Sanji is undeniably a bit of a perv. Even though you're together, he still indulges in old habits. Pocketing any of your dirty clothing he can get his hands on. He prefers used underwear but anything with a whiff of your scent will work. The sweatier, the better. Holding it to his nose as he jerks off. Door unlocked, wanting you to barge in and catch him in the act. 'Oh, but I thought you wanted me to watch.' Sanji groans, able to see the pit stains under your armpits with how you're leaning on the door frame. 'Don't apologize. It's intriguing how depraved you can become.'

. . .

It's a rare treat when you wake up before Sanji. The two of you still nude from the previous night's activities. He looks so relaxed, hair skewed across your chest and his lips parted as he softly snores. Arms loosely wrapped around your waist, legs tangled together. The duvet rides low on his hips. As the sun creeps a little higher in the sky, you take a finger and begin tracing his features with a feather like touch. He wakes up to you looking so fondly at him. 'How you sleep, lovely?' Sanji asks, grogginess lacing his features.

[sister-lucifer]

Idea: A monster who loves their human partner’s smell

not their perfume or cologne, their natural scent. every time they hug or hold or cuddle their human their face is nuzzled in their neck, taking big deep breaths and taking in as much of that delicious human scent as they can. it’s nearly intoxicating, and oh so comforting. it fills them with something warm and fuzzy and soft.

they especially love when their human comes back after a workout or a run or something physically taxing. they’re sweaty and breathing heavily, their scent practically radiating off of them, a cloud following them everywhere they go (as does their monster). the first chance they get the monster is pinning their human down, strong hands keeping them still and they sniff and up and down their body. they start at their human’s neck like usual, but soon realize the smell is stronger somewhere else. they slowly move downward, pausing to press a kiss to their knuckles before continuing. they move down their soft tummy, giving a slight squeeze as they pass. they almost keep going down their legs, but instead stop short as they realize that they’ve found what they’re looking for.

suddenly they’re burying themself between their human’s legs, inhaling deeper than they ever have. it’s delicious. they need more.

suddenly they’re licking their human through their shorts, a long tongue running up and down over and over again as they search for the source of such a tantalizing scent.

“now now, you greedy thing…” the human suddenly speaks, pushing the monster away. “i know what you really want.”

the monster tilts their head in confusion. does their human know where the smell is coming from?

it seems they do. slowly the human hooks a thumb under the waistband of their shorts, sliding them off as their monster watches in awe…

sorry i don’t have the energy to make a full fic but feel free to add on in reblogs:)!

[dthpct]

Can I borrow ur hoodie pleaseplwasellpleaaaase I promise I won’t obsessively smell it and I swear it won’t turn me on I promise I won’t violently jack off while smelling it and also I’ll look really cute in it

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

damn I know I write about it and think about it and stroke myself to it all the time but oh my gaaaawwd you guys can you imagine how utterly humiliating it would be if someone could smell your arousal?

like if they had the ability to walk into a room, sniff once or twice and then they casually comment on how much precum you're leaking? like wouldn't it just SUCK if you were arguing with your partner and the whole time they're just smirking at you because they know you've got a whole reservoir between your legs, even though you're mad at them?

god what would even be the POINT anymore of trying to resist or play coy or act disinterested if they just ... knew? you know?

Like you could be a top tier expert at hiding your boner, but what good is that if they can tell you're leaving a wet spot even if they can't SEE it?

your hard nipples might be buried under a thick cable knit sweater and your most disgusting thoughts hidden behind a bland polite smile, but that smell ... that smell doesn't lie

jeez

that's so awful

how ... embarrassing ...

..... yeah ... embarrassing ...

[tavyliasin]

The Scent of Cinnamon 2 - The Contract, The Kiss, and The Cambion's Pride

With the talking over, it is time for the deal to be sealed. However, Haarlep is not willing to relinquish their physical form so quickly, nor are they in any rush to finalise the contract with Raphael without enjoying it first. 4,965 Words - AO3 Link Click Here

--- Summary: Haarlep draws out the first kiss into far more devious uses of their own lips as well as Raphael's. They will ensure he doesn't forget a single thing about them. The sound of their voice, the feel of their touch, the taste of their- Pairing: Raphael/Haarlep SPICE Rating: 3.5/5  Content Warnings: Oral Sex, Shapshifting, Power Play, Mild Choking, BDSM, Aphrodisiacs, Incubus Kiss, Mild Blood, Mild Humiliation/Name Calling

Spoilers Vague House of Hope and Act 3, but most of this series is focused on what came before. Canon Compliance As before this is now taking on my canon and headcanons for this section. Other Notes Haarlep has the ability in this to change their form, which in my HC here is only for when they are in their original body. So unfortunately not something we will see later in the series when they have Raphael's form, but they want him to remember. They want you to remember too~

Song Pairing (Click the song title to open it in spotify) Diabolical by NYXX "I love the night That's the only time I feel really alive! I'm sugar on your tongue My name sounds so sweet Swimming in your blood I'm under your skin, baby Well, I got you strung out You just can't get enough, oh"

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The Contract, The Kiss, and The Cambion's Pride

The moment their lips touched, Raphael could feel a heat that rivalled his own. Haarlep curled one arm around his waist, the other hand reaching up into his hair to pull him closer. Their tail snaked out from behind them, grabbing at the base of the cambion’s own tail and squeezing hard. Raphael’s mouth opened involuntarily at the sensation, exactly as Haarlep planned. Their tongue dove between his lips, hot with sweet cinnamon and an edge of hellfire that immediately drew a low moan from his throat. Their wings fluttered happily, he was responding perfectly. They could feel the well defined muscles of his body beneath the layers of silk shirts, a pleased purr rumbling in their throat as they continued to devour his kiss, tasting the edge of black pepper and coal fires. The cambion was pliant, willing, the tension beginning to soften as the aphrodisiac began to work its way into his infernal blood. Had he been mortal, Haarlep would have pulled back, consciously weakening the effects of their saliva lest their partner’s body burn entirely to cinders in the heat of lust. But Raphael was no mortal. Inexperienced, perhaps, or at least he had yet to bed an incubus, succubus, or concubus… He would be able to withstand what Haarlep demanded of him. Their words had been no passing whim or idle threat. They were determined to burn their very presence into his soul. Their tail pulled his leg up, hooking his now bent knee around their hip as their hand moved down to grip his thigh, the hint of sharp claws making their presence felt through the fabric. The move was reminiscent of an old romance, a lover bringing their bodies closer, holding them together with affection and a dire need to be connected in their passion… Romance, however, was not in Haarlep’s vocabulary. This was all about power. —

The cambion was now balanced on one leg, forced to cling to the incubus to retain his balance, lips still locked together and moaning softly from the effort it took to cling to what remained of his pride. His mind was becoming clouded by desire, a lust risen from a libido he had long thought to be non-existent. His body responded likewise, fine silks straining as he unconsciously pressed his hips towards the Harlot he had invited to get closer than any others had been permitted. This felt different to the boring performance required to satisfy mortals foolish enough to lust after him while chasing the power his contracts held. Those times he simply went through the motions, physical stimulation enough to prevent anyone foolish enough to complain from voicing them. His pulse did not rise, his breath did not turn ragged with desperation, and his tongue certainly did not seek to drink in the sweet cinnamon of mortal conquests. When they pulled back, he was breathless, lips already seeking theirs for a moment before they tugged his hair slightly to force eye contact. The emerald green was even brighter, the slight glow colouring their tan cheeks, made all the more vivid by the dark makeup they wore to accentuate their features. Raphael’s arms were around their back, holding tightly to keep his balance still, though one clawed finger stretched up to the base of Haarlep’s wings. They smiled as his sharpened talons drew the slightest drop of blood from their skin, a slight shake in their breath from the sensation. Good, he thought to himself, feel it, I will not give you everything quite so easily. 

“Marking me already~” their voice purred close to his ear as they pulled him closer, “do go on, I shall return every mark in kind. I will ensure your body knows nothing but me.” “You are very sure of yourself, Harlot.” He growled deeply, pushing back against their control again, even as the heat in him built further.

“My my, Archduke, you gave me a name and yet you do not use it? Very well…” Their lips pressed to his ear, quickly replaced by sharp teeth that bit down and made him hiss from the moment of pain. They smirked as they licked the droplet of blood from his heated crimson skin. “When you lose control, when you give yourself over to me, when you are ready to turn over your pride to the pleasure that only I can give you, when the only word left upon your breathless tongue is me - that is when you shall call me by my proper name.”

“If you believe yourself capable of such a thing, you are welcome to-” Raphael’s voice was cut short. He had forgotten about their wicked tail, but now the almost sharp arrowpoint tip was at his throat. “It is adorable how you fight me even as you want me. How your lips speak of rebellion but your hips are pressing you to my body to seek your greedy release already.” They kissed more softly now, each touch of their lips a heated lie of affection, another spark to his overheated libido. They began to alternate little bites with their soothing tongue when they reached his neck, nudging his frilled collar out of the way even as the tip of their tail still pressed into the vulnerable flesh beneath his chin. “Go ahead, Archduke, let yourself go. We have all night, or longer if I have to - I shall not let you have a moment’s rest until our deal is complete. Do not think you shall get away with finishing swiftly and considering our business finished.” “Haa-” Their tail pressed down now on his tongue, stopping the word even as his body quivered against them with his release. “Too easy, and not even honest. There is more to your pride than preventing the stain spreading through your smallclothes.” They smirked, aware of the damp spreading through the layered finery. All Raphael could do was groan against the invasion in his mouth. The Harlot pressed against him did not seem to care one bit for how easily he had been overtaken by a swift climax, driven over the edge by the stimulation of their voice in his ear, their body possessively gripping him, the scent of cinnamon hot on their skin… 

— Haarlep withdrew their tail from the groaning cambion’s lips painstakingly slowly. “My, what a mess you have made…” They gazed down at the infernal fire in his eyes, still fighting their control over him. “Oh, very well, I shall indulge my poor Master a while longer.” Their words might have spoken with a respectful title, but the tone carried no such deference. They found it delightful to peel away his pride as easily as they begin to peel away his outer clothing, finally allowing his feet to both remain on the floor. For now. “Do not expect me to be so generous with you every time we meet. This is…a special occasion. We may only make our deal once, after all, and then you shall be intimately bonded to the form you wish me to take.” They ran their hands down his exposed body, tracing the lines of muscle with sharp claws. He was young, lithe, and undeniably strong. But that strength would be so much more delicious when it bent to their will. Raphael bit his lip, Haarlep watched with amusement as they continued down until they were on their knees. “You know, the next time I do this for you, you will feel it too. Can you imagine, tasting the ghost of yourself on your own tongue, your lips parting just as mine do, your throat filling with your own heat-” The incubus stopped with a laugh as they saw him already responding without a hint of their touch. “But you will remember this face, Archduke. You will hear the echo of this voice even when I speak with yours, you will see these eyes buried behind your own, you will feel the touch of my hands to the point that touching your own body will feel like me.” —

Their words sank into Raphael’s consciousness, burying deep into his lust-clouded mind. He had no way to know if this was another part of the deal, if it was just a game they were playing to toy with him, but some part of him - some very deep and intimate part of the core of his being - was paying very close attention. The moment their tongue began to taste him, curling around the ridges of his tip, he groaned. His wings spread behind him, tail pressing down onto the floor, both of them an attempt to maintain his balance. Haarlep’s own tail coiled around his hips, pulling him closer as they suddenly took every inch between their infernally heated lips. He felt their throat tighten as they swallowed, pulling every last drop that had spilled into their mouth with a soft moan. If Raphael had any care for the gods, he would’ve sent several silent prayers for his own sake at the sight of the incubus looking up at him. Ebony hair still perfectly sleek, horns wickedly sharp, and those perfectly green eyes gazing up at him as they pulled back until only his tip was still in their mouth. Even though they had stopped talking, he could still hear their voice. The night had barely begun and they were living up to their promise… Sharp teeth kept his thoughts sharper, not allowing him even a moment’s lapse in concentration as they continued to work every nerve with only their mouth. —

Haarlep listened with great enjoyment to the heavier breathing above them. They could feel his pulse quicken on their tongue, and though this was an act they performed only rarely, it was necessary to sear the essence of their being into his memory. Even as the essence of his being quickly rushed out once again, pouring heated lust down their throat. They swallowed hard, being sure to drain every last hint of him. It was amusing that even this carried the faint taste of cherry, a thought that brought a smirk to their lips as they released him from their grasp. “Once again, you are so very easy to please~” They rose slowly from their feet, watching his brow furrow with growing gratification, even though anyone else seeing that same expression from the cambion would be feeling nothing but the knot of fear sinking into their stomach. “Oh don’t be so serious~ you are with an incubus, after all. And not just any incubus. When we are through, I shall be your incubus, just as you shall be mine.” “As I shall be your what?” Raphael’s face darkened more, eyes blazing even as they laughed at his query. “Why, my Master, of course. Although, by your own agreement, not one with any power over me within these four walls.” They began to lead the way to his bed, tail curling around his wrist to tug him along behind them like a disobedient brat on a short leash. “Do not dawdle, Master, if I am to be your loyal servant then I must know every way I can serve you.” They looked back over their shoulder at the cambion, his feet moving automatically across the floor, as they left the last part of their thought unspoken: Perhaps I shall have you call me Master, some day… —

Raphael allowed himself to be led, wondering how he did not already feel drained completely by the incubus’ powers. It seemed they had an easy control over it, just as they had a vice grip on a libido he was not aware that he had. The aphrodisiac they had kissed into him was growing still, a burning that kept him pulled towards them more powerfully than the tail tugging on his arm. “You can serve me without force, Harlot.” He spat the insult easily as they reached the edge of the bed. “Oh, of course I could, Archduke.” They returned the spiteful nickname with his own, their face betraying their quiet amusement at his reactions. “But isn’t a little force a lot more fun ? Of course, if you don’t think you can take any more…speak one word, with your mouth or your mind, and I will show you nothing but mercy. Angel should fit us well, no? I doubt either one of us would utter such a disgustingly divine term.” Without warning, their claws were on his chin, pulling him into a ferocious kiss that still tasted of his own skin and seed. Haarlep’s other hand gripped the base of his tail and pulled on it wickedly, their own tail coiling around his waist preventing him from moving with the vicious yank to reduce the pain. Raphael yelped against their lips, or would have had they not been so tightly holding him, not giving him room to so much as breath. His mouth was filled with a ferocious tongue, the taste of cherry, salt, and cinnamon hot with more of the salacious drug that set his nerves alight even further. He felt his own blood rush lower once more, flooding him with an aching need that made his knees weaken. The cambion’s hands rapidly sought purchase at the point Haarlep’s wings connected to their back, claws digging in to sensitive muscle and drawing a low warning growl from the incubus. —

The pain did not bother Haarlep so much as the audacity to cause it. Still, it was pleasing to them that they could make him lose his grip on his sanity so easily. Perhaps in years to come it might be harder to pull such a reaction, but they relished it now. Even their wings would be in his memory, the feel of every kiss lingering on his lips when they eventually pulled away for the last time in this form. Everything they did was carefully calculated, though. They could not risk giving him too much of their “poison”, there was little point in draining him to the point of death. Instead, the goal was to secure their deal, cement their very being in the core of his soul, and perhaps even gain a little favour in the process. His demise would cost them everything, but the potential of his power could bring them anything. “That’s enough for now, Master, greedy as you are, you should not think yourself enough to handle too much at once.” They licked their lips as they pulled back, pleased to see the hint of disappointment in his proud eyes. “Now, if you would be so kind as to release those claws of yours from my back, kitten.” “Harlot, I will permit you to name me Archduke if you must insist on insulting me, but I am far from some mewling housepet.” He snarled, the attempt at intimidation only amusing the incubus further. “If you say so~” Haarlep purred, silently wondering exactly what his mewling would sound like when they inevitably drew it out of him. That would be an exciting challenge… Their tail was still wrapped around his waist, one hand on the base of the cambion’s own appendage with a tight grip. They chose their timing carefully now, using one foot to hook Raphael’s knee out of balance, their other hand on his shoulder to spin and hurl him bodily onto the bed with the strength of all their limbs working in a smooth and powerful motion. —

The air left Raphael’s lungs in a rush as his body slammed onto the mattress. He would have cursed under his breath had he any left within him to curse with, instead he lay gasping as his wings folded uncomfortably beneath him. He watched as the incubus stood beside the bed, towering over him with a wicked grin. They were clearly satisfied with watching him writhing and vulnerable, looking every bit like a predator about to swoop down upon helpless prey the way their wings spread even further above them casting a looming shadow over him. They finally began to unfasten their robes, allowing the silk to slide slowly over their skin, revealing their body inch by agonising inch, as he felt compelled to watch intently. Unsurprising to the fiend, Haarlep did not wear anything beneath the silk. However, they appeared somewhat smoother than he had imagined. Raphael’s eyes were directed to the hand that wandered down Haarlep’s body, curling in between their legs for a moment before reappearing slick and shining. “Are you hungry, Archduke? You should know that I am capable of transforming this part of myself to whatever I wish, it makes it far easier to devour my usual meals. This does not mean I will deign to receive you here, but your mouth would do well to remember everything that I am, that I was, and that I could have been had I not chosen to accept your terms.” They smiled as they licked their own arousal from their fingers, an act that he found far more enticing than he should as his own tongue absentmindedly licked his lips. “See? You are just aching for another taste, are you not? Use your words now, Master, I should like to hear it clearly, if you please.”

“You insolent-” He found his usual venom running dry in his throat. “If you insist on being so obstinate, hurry up. I will not be kept waiting. I have no issue with what configuration you prefer, if this is what is necessary to fulfil the contract then so be it.” Haarlep laughed again, seeing through his veil of pride easily. “Rationalise it however you like. I prefer my other form, it is more… versatile for the pleasures I can provide, but I will not have any part of me forgotten.” They knelt on the bed, moving forward until they were straddling his chest. “So, tell me. Are you not hungry? Don’t you want another taste?” The scent from them was even stronger now, the essence of lust itself raising his appetite against his will. Raphael moved his wings upwards and out of the way, stretching them uncomfortably above his head. “Must you draw this out?” “Oh do indulge me for one night, Archduke. This is the last time I shall feel such pleasures, at least until you see fit to allow me this form again. Though I should imagine that might well be centuries, so prove to me that it is worth my time.” They moved a little closer, though still keeping just out of reach. Frustrated, Raphael grabbed at Haarlep’s hips, pulling them forwards and onto his face with a ferocity that surprised even himself. He moaned as he began to taste them, the same cinnamon spice dancing across his tongue in a heady cocktail of pure lust. His greed made him messy, a thin line trailing down his chin and neck, holding them tight against him as they moaned wantonly above him. It would be humiliating were anyone to know he was accepting a lesser demon above him, allowing their thighs to grip at his cheeks, giving them everything they asked for and more in an unsightly display of submission. —

The incubus gazed down at the cambion between their thighs, relishing the tight grip he had on them, how his claws dug in to their heated skin. They reached down to smooth some of the hair that had fallen out of place when they threw him to the bed, a moment of softness before they found a firm grip on his horns to redirect his attentions. They moaned a second time as he obeyed the unspoken demand, switching to sucking, nibbling, and flicking his tongue in a way that was swiftly driving them towards a climax they longed for. Even an incubus was entitled to their body’s own pleasures, especially as these sensations would soon be lost to them when they took on his form. This…this they would miss. They would miss the feeling of their muscles tensing, the heat building in a single point, the almost overwhelming sensitivity reaching a near unbearable peak before their head fell back in pure bliss. Their hips were barely held in place by Raphael’s rough grip as he relentlessly continued to devour them, pulling out every last shuddering convulsion, before roughly pulling them forward to delve his tongue deeper inside them again, earning himself a pleased gasp as Haarlep’s wings fluttered in a moment of pure ecstasy. —

Raphael listened closely, judging by the incubus’ breathing and moaning, stopping only when he was certain they would be satisfied. His pride might be reeling at submitting to them like this, but it would also not stand for him to fail at the given task either. It was a conundrum he did not wish to indulge with further thought. That was unnecessary. So long as the deal would be done, he reminded himself, it didn’t matter what it was that signed the line. Or how slick his skin was with sweat and cinnamon scented lust. His head fell back onto silken pillows the moment Haarlep released their grip on his horns, the taste of them still hot on his tongue. Emerald eyes gazed down with approval, as the incubus casually wiped a line of moisture that was trailing down his cheek with the side of their hand. “Good, Master, very good~” They purred their approval, though the cambion felt the title was even more disparaging than before. Still, something about the praise… He shook the thought from his mind. He did not need nor desire the devotions of a lesser being. “Are you quite satisfied now, Harlot?” “You think so much of yourself after a single passable performance?” They grinned wickedly. “You have barely done half of your work, or did your lust-addled mind forget that I told you I can change my form?”

The magic was almost subtle at first the infernal flames wrapping around their hips and curling beneath them. Despite his resistance to fire, Raphael’s hands withdrew from the range of the effects automatically in the way one might recoil from a sharp blade against the skin. He blinked a few times as the light hit his eyes, and when his vision cleared he saw that they had indeed completely changed. With their devilish tail, horns, and wings, he had perhaps expected something more rigid and barbed, similar to his own cambion form, however perhaps to his relief now what he saw was decidedly closer to a human shape. The tip was a little wider, maybe, as if echoing the arrow-head end of their tail- A tail which now cruelly curled forwards around his throat, applying just the lightest pressure so he could feel it. —

Haarlep watched Raphael’s eyes as they changed, wondering what he might be thinking behind his carefully held expression. As their tail took hold of him, however, they felt the bob of his throat as he swallowed subconsciously. “Hardly an impressive trick for someone as long-lived as you, surely~” They mocked him, though both were over a century old he was certainly less experienced in the bedroom. Not that they minded. They were using this time to judge his responses, to get a feel for his body and his needs, to begin learning how best they might use him to satisfy their needs. Besides, this way they could shape his desires closer to their own whims, just as he was going to shape their entire body to fit his designs. “Do not think yourself so impressive,” Raphael lied, “I have simply not witnessed this ability from your kind up close. Cheap parlour tricks, nothing more.” “Cheap?” They were offended by the implication. Everything they had given, everything they stood to receive- “Enough. Pay for your words with that silvered devil tongue. Make that your Parlour Trick, and I might deign to make it pleasant.” Their voice was growing more demanding, their movements rougher as they yanked him forward by the neck and thrust between his lips. —

The cambion resisted the urge push them away, instead working his tongue swiftly, rewarded by the stiffening and growth that pressed towards the back of his throat. The shape was different, but their flesh just the same. Heated, the taste of them becoming as familiar as their scent. He wasn’t yet sure if he despised it or felt a deep desperation for more - the effects of their aphrodisiac made it maddeningly difficult to tell. He felt the same way about the pressure on his neck. It was demeaning, of course, but having that choice of when to act taken away… No, now was not the time to go admitting deeper desires that were blinking into life. The bitch above him, as he decided bitch was indeed a fitting word, demanded satisfaction. Just as he was finding a rhythm, however, copying the careful motions they had used on him earlier, he found his breath leaving him in a gasp as their clawed hand reached behind them and took hold of him again. Raphael almost bit down in a mixture of surprise and frustration. Perhaps they would’ve deserved it if he did, or so he thought…but the pleasure quickly grew to be the greater sensation of the three as that grip began to work him into a desperate need once more. He blinked back his own frustration as they laughed above him. “Oh you are so so delicious~” The grip of their tail loosened slightly, but their hips thrust forwards instead. “And how do I taste, Master, do I satisfy your hunger?” He could only moan as they filled his throat, swallowing hard around their intrusion, and at last remembering he had hands available for more than just gripping the silken sheets beneath him. The cambion slid his hands across the incubus’ abdomen, caressing their form with an act akin to affection but bearing none of the goodwill or pleasant emotion. His claws dug in and drew sharp lines into that far-too-perfect skin, crimson seeping out in drops along rich tan, as if already painting them with his own infernal hues. —

It was Haarlep’s turn to moan now, the pain was unexpected but not unwelcome - pleasure and pain were two sides of the same coin and it was one they enjoyed spinning on its edge. However, they were still not going to take the insult of being coloured with their own blood without incident. Sharp talons pressed threateningly into Raphael’s most sensitive areas, not yet breaking the skin but close . “Now, now, play nicely or be prepared to feel the same as you-” They paused as he redoubled the efforts with his mouth, clearly pleased with the way he was able to stop their words mid sentence. They decided firmly to remove every last trace of that smug look by the time the night was through, however…they felt their release building again with the stimulation of being with a newer partner and tasting so many delicious sensations and emotions drifting from his body. Each touch, every motion they made on him, all the reactions of his body were singing to them - this was a buffet, and one they would take their time over. They released their grip on him now, bringing their hands instead to grab his wrists, letting the thrill of the power raise their arousal further as he continued to work lips, tongue -

Their wings rose high above them, shuddering with the pleasure once more as their tail tightened slightly on the throat that was obediently swallowing everything. He was not so careless to be as messy with his meal this time, though his eyes watered from the pulsing rush that filled him as they moaned through the orgasm. —

The cambion’s body shuddered slightly with the effort, and the complete overstimulated arousal of having the incubus use his body for their own gratification. By the time they withdrew, still pulsing slightly and shifting their weight back over his chest, releasing their tail from his throat, he felt as if the sensation of them within his mouth would leave an eternal impression. He lay gasping a while as they caressed his body with a liar’s touch, the passion of a lover with all the emotion of a chef who was simply preparing a meal, or perhaps more accurately an archivist checking every last letter in the document of a deal. “You did well, Archduke, after consuming that much of my particular poison most would be consumed entirely by lust by now~” They casually pushed their stray hair back over their shoulder, gazing down at where he lay, assessing the reactions in his body. “Although, you aren’t too far from that now, are you?” 

“Go on, Harlot, you have me where you want me, do you not? You are well aware of your potent abilities. Do what you will.” His eyes almost betrayed the pleading of his body as it ached, yearned for everything he knew they could give him. They were finding every string in his body, tuning each and every one until they were able to play him like an infernal violin. “What are you waiting for? Permission?” “No,” they smirked, eyes flashing with a light that screamed danger to every remaining sensible thought in Raphael’s lust-addled mind, “I was waiting for this. To see you fall entirely into your own desire. To desperation.” “Harlot,” he began, but found even the insult was dying to a whisper on his tongue. “Please- ” The incubus laughed, a mirthless sound that ricocheted off the walls, accompanied by the display of their wings and tail rising to their full height above them as they glared down at the helpless cambion in their claws. “Be careful what you wish for, Master, you might just get it.”

--- --- ENDING NOTES --- --- The next part will cover the finalising of the deal, and I should have it out within 24 hours as it is already written and published on AO3 - it just takes a little time to transfer. I didn't set out to write what is essentially just shy of 5,000 words of oral sex, but here we are and here it is~ Haarlep would be satisfied with no less. Raphael is not permitted to forget, and neither are we~ They also have the ability here to change their genitals, which I decided makes sense for a genderfluid incubus who has different kinds of partners to satisfy. It's not in lore, but it's in mine now~

The story continues at the link below!

[newtness532]

why do women's lemon scented hygiene products smell different from men's lemon scented hygiene products?

[kashmirichaiwithmehr]

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[twinkleapothecary]

[playfully-sadistic]

I'm not into the kind of "depraved" that is all pretty crying face, drooling down their chin and getting choked out (I lied, I'm into that too), but the kind of depraved where they can't even wait to shower after a long day before already putting their fingers down their pants to edge, all messily and disgustingly wet, won't even make it to their bed, and when they've successfully gotten off, they smell their own slick fingers, reeking of sour sweat and hum in satisfaction. That's the kind of depraved I like in subs.

[fuckinmemesman]

oh my god, my fear of new things got me again

[hislittleraincloud]

I guess I shouldn't've pit the Classic Cowhead bottle against the Limited Edition Pride bottle during Pride Month 🤡

Milk & Laurel

...Got milk?

#1:

#2

Which one will it be? Either way, both prepare a man (or woman) for hot, milky nights in the Rubber Room.

@brenli Be glad I haven't made an Ansel Edition yet 💩💩💩💩💩

[rxmye]

" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

[allurilove]

Yandere Ghost x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: A little introduction to very pretty and demure yan ghost x gender neutral reader, perverted behavior, mentions of cheating and murder, he wants to be your one and only.

Part two ! ★

Yandere ghost had been alone for five hundred years. He had seen many people come and go, and none of his lovers had last long. They were all peaceful people who accepted death and their untimely demise, and no matter how hard he would beg for them to become a spirit and stay with him—they chose to go to heaven. Yandere ghost was scared to let go. He wanted to be on earth forever.

Yandere ghost had the prettiest hair that rivals the finest silk. Before he had died, he was a paramour. He fell in love with a married woman that made him want to be the best version of himself. He started to learn all the beauty secrets he could, traveling around the globe for the best ingredients for his skincare and hair. He dabbled in makeup, adding a bit of rouge to his cheeks and stained his lips pink. He took care of his body well. He used sugar to wax any hair on his torso or legs, and slathered scented creams he made himself so he smelled rosy. He made sure he would massage his legs and face after he woke up, and put ice on any puffy areas.

Yandere ghost was murdered by his ex-lovers husband. He didn��t like to dwell on his death, and he hadn’t exactly been truthful to you about it as well. He didn’t want you to think lowly of him for being the “other woman” and breaking a relationship apart. But, when he does get unwanted memories from that unfortunate night, he appears in your bedroom. You could feel his presence whenever he comes and goes, his cold hand would gently tug at your blankets, and you shivered as his body slowly sided next to yours. He would play with your pajamas, kiss your cheeks and bite on em. Not too hard, but enough so he could see his teeth marks.

Yandere ghost was grateful that you weren’t creeped out by the sight of him rubbing his cheeks on your inner thigh. He liked resting on your lower half since it was so unbelievably warm. He liked pressing his tongue against the crotch, and he smiled often at the wet spot that usually formed down there. He doesn’t want to be too forward with you, so simple touches like these was all he did. He kissed the fabric of your underwear, trailing upwards to your midriff, and his fingers grazed over the soft skin of your thighs. Yandere ghost was more active during the night time, and he preferred to keep himself hidden from you. Sometimes, he would pop out if you had another man over. His beautiful face would twist into disgust, and for a brief moment, he would reveal the most ugly parts of himself to the man he considered to be “trespassing.”

Yandere ghost was a little mischievous and jealous man. He didn’t like seeing you with anyone else because he had felt like you were the one. Yandere ghost was a man of many talents. He could rip his body into half on command, his intestines hanging like strings, and his mouth could detach from the jaw. He often liked to scare the men by hovering over them, his eyes wide and white without a pupil on sight, and his breath that reeked of spoiled fish would waft into their nose. If that didn’t work, he would beg them to free him from this house, and scream that there was a curse for any man that stepped foot on this land. He would crawl on the ground, sobbing endless black tears. Every time they would snitch on him… yandere ghost just disappeared immediately. He wouldn’t want you to see this jealous side of him.