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askygokindredshipping · 6 years ago

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Themetober Day 2: Mermaid

Okay, so I made it Mermaid and Pirate day. Sue me.

Johan looked around the sandy bottom of the shallow water, his rainbow colored tail shimmering in the sunlight. He pouted a bit as he realized that he had neither hide nor tail of any of the oysters he was looking for to fix his favorite pearl strand that Judai had accidentally broke in their most recent… encounter. He wasn’t mad. It was purely an accident even if the situation had been anything but at the time. Judai, to his favor, had offered to do the dangerous work of finding new pearls to help fix it. Johan had politely turned him down. Risking his life over something meant nothing to him was ludicrous. Besides, it had been his hands that had originally put the strand together; it should be his to bring it back.

His eyes scanned again. Ah-ha! Finally! Johan spotted exactly the type of oyster he was looking for and he inched forward awkwardly since the water was far shallower in this area. The pearls here were of the highest quality. Definitely worth the risk!

Gently, he scooped up the creature before turning to a sitting-like position, his fin fanning out a bit in the waves. He took a shuddering breath as he breathed in air for the first time in a long time. The transition from salty-water to salty-air was a rush. It left a tingling cold feeling in his chest. The feeling soon passed. Carefully, he took one of his long claws and pried the tip into the divide of the oyster.

It didn’t budge.

Undisturbed, he moved it along the lip for several minutes until if finally gave way. Lucky him. The insides were perfect. One round, white pearl glistened from the center of it and with the same claw he had used to pry it open, he now carefully extracted it. Once done, he placed the oyster back down in the ocean where it promptly floated off.

Johan beamed. He placed the pearl inside of the bag at his hip before turning back to his hunt.

Daylight turned into evening. The sky turned a brilliant shade of deep purples, blues, and brilliant oranges and reds. He glanced up at it. How long had he been working?

His bag was halfway filled with his necessary supplies. His skin was starting to itch too; he’d been in shallow waters for too long and would need Judai’s help applying the medicine to his back. He sighed with a mixture of happiness and regret.

Before he could slip off, something caught his eyes. A great ship was approaching the island that he hunted around. It was too far away to see him but the sight of a human vessel made his blood run cold, causing him to freeze for a moment. A loud splash caught his attention. It woke him from his fear. Johan slipped into the deeper water but… he didn’t leave. Instead, he hovered just at the surface so that his eyes were above the water and he could see what was happening. A second splash, followed closely by a third. It seemed that there was a band of people leaving the boat and heading to the supposedly deserted island. Johan’s eyes went wide.

Among the group, one stood out. His hair was spiked and accented in gold, his face was well defined and chiseled, probably from his days at sea. His skin was a rich tone and his eyes were the richest color of sky he had ever seen. There was a playfulness in those eyes when he spoke to an orange haired crew member about something .

Johan’s breathing hitched. He ducked back under the water, confused as to what it was he was feeling. There was something about this man… something… not human and it drew him to him.

He looked between the darkened ocean floor and the island before heading back towards it.

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“Let’s hear it for Yusei! The greatest pirate captain to ever sail the seven seas,” the orange haired boy cheered. Around the fire that they had constructed, several people raised up a glass and a toast while the dark-haired captain, Yusei, beamed at them all. Johan had been watching for hours. The crew had landed on the shore and quickly set to building a camp where they planned to spend the next couple of days; while not a port of call, it was better than continually having to drag their feet over the open water like they had for the last two months. Even the most seasoned crew would eventually go mad. A boy with teal colored hair walked up to the cheering boy.

“Aren’t you just a bit drunk already Crow,” he asked. Crow smirked and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. The boy tried to get away.

“Nah,” Crow slurred, “I haven’t even started yet Luka. But seriously, a cheer for Yusei for getting us through that storm in one piece.”

“That’s nothing to cheer about Crow,” a red head replied, “Yusei always gets us through the storms in one piece.”

“You might want to let my brother go. He’s starting to look blue,” a second girl smirked. Crow quickly looked down and released Luka when he realized it was true. He scratched one of the gold markings on his face.

“Oops.” Luka rubbed his neck before shooting an angry glare at him. Crow ignored him. Instead, he pointed at the red head, “You’re just jealous because he still manages to beat you at doing the main sails Aki. Face it, you’ll never be on his level.”

Now it was Aki’s turn to glare. Crow didn’t ignore it this time and he started to shrink on himself until she turned away with a huff, “I am not and I will beat him one day.” She smiled at the other girl. “You have faith in me at least right Lua?”

The identical twin scratched her cheek, “Weeeeeell….” Aki looked hurt.

“Lua! How could you betray me?”

“Because she knows that Yusei’s always going to be the best,” chirped Luka. She gripped at her chest.

“I’m wounded! Crow, fill my mug. I need to heal.” Crow let out a laugh while he did as asked. The twins just shared a look before they too refilled their water cups (Yusei didn’t allow them to drink the hard liquor until they were much older). Yusei smiled at the sight before he stood. Aki watched him. “Where you off to Yusei?”

He paused, “I just… I need a moment alone.” She nodded.

“Alright. You know what to do if you need us.” He smiled at her.

“Thanks Aki.” She nodded before turning back to the fire. Yusei stalked off into the darkness. The Island was quiet; it had no human life on it other than what he had brought with him. While he was glad and happy to have his crew, sometimes it was overwhelming. Especially for a guy who had grown up in near isolation. He enjoyed the quiet of the night. The stars dotted the sky, creating a path of stardust across it and the ocean as it was reflected back. There was a peace in the world at that moment and he revealed in the feeling of it as he walked along the shore and back into a little hidden lagoon. Yusei looked around. He carefully pulled his boots off before stepping into the water’s edge. He shivered at the feel of it lapping at his toes. He breathed in deep.

A sound caught his attention though. He opened his eyes quickly, looking out across the water and he briefly caught… was that a rainbow? He narrowed his eyes. Yusei reached for the gun at his side, “Who’s there? Come out!”

No response.

He raised the weapon and pointed in the general direction, “You have three seconds to come out or I will fire at you. Three… two….o….”

“Wait!”

Yusei froze. The voice he heard was musical. Just the one word was enough to ring in his ears and he took a sharp breath in. Never had he heard such a beautiful sound!

“Wait. I-I’ll come out. Please don’t hurt me!” Yusei sucked in a breath. He lowered his weapon and nodded, not daring himself to speak. Someone moved in the water, he could hear the splash of their arms as they came closer as he ordered. Yusei ducked down. Even in the gloom of the night, he could see a bright, almost illuminating glow about the person’s hair. His eyes were a sparkling green.

“Who are you,” Yusei whispered. The boy, no, not a boy. He was roughly the same age as him. Maybe? His face was beautiful and he had a hard time thinking straight. He rose up out of the water a bit more to reveal that he wasn’t wearing any kind of a shirt and Yusei couldn’t stop the flaming of his cheeks.

“My name’s Johan,” he returned cheerily, “Thanks for not hurting me Yusei.” Yusei narrowed his eyes.

“How do you know my name?”

The man in the water looked abashed, “I was eavesdropping. You humans are really fascinating to watch.”

Yusei blinked, “Human? Are you… are you a…?” Johan smirked, raising his tail out of the water enough to reveal the fin. Yusei sucked in a breath. It was gorgeous; it sparkled in the dim lighting of the night, revealing scales that glowed like a rainbow.

“I think you humans call us ‘mermaids.’”

Yusei nodded dumbly, “Yeah, mermaids.” He fell backwards onto the ground, a bit stunned by what he was seeing. Johan leaned his head to the side.

“Is everything alright?”

“Sure,” Yusei returned. He raised a hand to his face, pressing the palm to his eyes. Maybe he was sea sick. Was he suffering a delusion? He had been at sea for a really long time… He dropped his hand and blinked. Nope. He was still there. “It’s a bit… much to think about. Your kind are just legends to us.”

Johan swam closer, crossing his arms under his chin as he looked up at him, “Really? Your kind like to put our image on your boats. I’ve seen them often.”

“That’s true,” Yusei mused. “I’m guessing this isn’t an everyday occasion right? Are you really supposed to be talking to me?” Johan scratched at his cheek.

“Well… uh…. Not really……” He flicked his tail. “I mean, it’s not exactly illegal…. Especially of we can trust the human but….” Yusei pointed to himself.

“You… trust me? We just met though.” Johan blushed. He looked away.

“Uh… how do I describe it? My kind have different abilities and, well, one of them is sensing emotions.” He paused. “I-I could tell how much your crew trusted you and how honest your emotions are so I figured you were a safe person to talk to….”

Yusei suddenly doubled forward. Johan turned back to face him, his eyes going wide. Yusei was laughing. It was a deep laugh which originated from his core and shook his whole body. It made Johan tingle at the sound. After a few minutes, he sat back up, wiping at his eyes. He tried to catch his breath.

“S-sorry,” he managed. “I’m completely honored you think that.” Johan beamed.

Suddenly, a twig snapped nearby. Johan immediately turned towards it, ducking back into the water as he murmured, “Someone’s coming. I don’t like this feeling. We can’t trust him.” Yusei stood immediately while he disappeared completely underwater. He narrowed his eyes into the darkness.

A man appeared from the darkness. He was taller than Yusei will blonde hair and he wore an all-white outfit that gleamed in the darkness. His face was sharp. So was his expression. He radiated an aura of darkness and Johan’s eyes went wide from under the water as he stopped several feet away, smirking at Yusei. Yusei squeezed his hand.

“Jack,” he hissed. “What are you doing here?”

The blonde man sneered, “Hello Yusei. Glad to see you too.” He spread his arms, “Don’t you miss your old pal Jack?”

“The only thing I missed is getting the chance to punch you in the face.”

Jack snickered, “How cute. You still think you’d have any chance against me.” He dropped his arms. “Face it Yusei. You’ll never be able to beat me. I am the pirate king and I’ll show the whole world I am.” Before Yusei could move, Jack pulled his gun from his hip, aiming directly at his heart. Yusei glared him down. He didn’t flinch. Jack’s expression remained twisted and cocky. “I’ll be taking the Stardust Jewel now.”

“I didn’t bring it with me,” he said smoothly. Jack snickered again.

“Save it for someone who doesn’t know you. I know you Yusei Fudo. Unless you want your little pirate crew erased from the history books, I recommend you hand it over now.” Yusei gritted his teeth.

“You have to listen to me Jack, I really don’t have it….”

“Cut the bullshit Yusei,” he cut in. He pulled the trigger back, readying it. “Hand it over or forfeit your life!” Yusei squeezed his hands.

“I don’t have it Jack! The jewel… It was already stolen from me!”

This news seemed to take the other man back for a second but he quickly regained himself. Without waiting, or further warning, Jack fired.

Yusei squeezed his eyes shut. Hopefully this would be quick and painless. It would be devastating to the others but Crow and Aki were as capable as he was; he’d protect the twins and they’d get the rest of the crew to safety before Jack could do anymore harm. That was his final wish.

The water exploded. Jack let out a cry. There was a loud thud.

Yusei opened his eyes.

The scene in front of him was chaos. Jack was staring wide-eyed at the ground, his mouth agape. His frame shook. Yusei didn’t hesitate. He took the split second to run up on him and send him flying with the strongest punch he could manage. Jack staggered backwards. His head a smacked hard into a rock. He groaned once before slumping over. He didn’t move and Yusei didn’t care in that moment if he was dead or alive; adrenaline pumped through his body and he had to take several deep, calming breaths in order to get himself together.

That’s when he turned.

Johan was crumpled on the ground. A dark pool of blood oozed from underneath him. Yusei looked for only a second before he took off his jacket, wrapping it around his shoulders, and picked the merman up in his arms. Johan’s eyes fluttered.

“Are you alright,” he asked. Yusei looked down at him, squeezing his shoulders.

“I’m alright,” Yusei promised. “You shouldn’t have done that.” Johan smiled weakly.

“He was going to kill you.”

“Better me than you.” He started to walk quickly. Johan squirmed a bit.

“Yusei….”

“I’m taking you to my ship,” he soothed, “My crew won’t hurt you. We have a doctor that can help your wound.” He stopped talking. “I know it will be different. You’ll probably feel out of place but… I can’t leave you here. Jack saw you. He might make you his next target after he finishes with the Stardust Jewel.” He stepped over some rocks and let out a hiss as they cut into his bare feet. “Is this alright? Can I take you with us?”

Johan’s head spun. He wasn’t quite sure what the right decision was but he knew he couldn’t go back in the water as he was; he’d be shark food for sure. Clinging weakly to Yusei’s shoulder, he nodded and allowed the human to carry him back the way he’d come earlier.

His last thought was of Judai. Just before he passed out, he managed to think, I hope Judai doesn’t worry about me. I might be gone for a while.

#kindredshipping #yusei fudo #johan anderson #mermaid au #pirate au #themetober 2018 #yugioh gx #yugioh 5ds

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petalpetal · 4 years ago

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instead of doing inktober you can just search for 30 day art challenges and call it Themetober

you can get tons of results by just searching 30 day art challenge

#petal talks

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ferengi-slumber-party · 7 years ago

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I'm doing an #October photo challenge. Each photo will have a theme. So, hash tag #themetober One photo for each day of October . I'm posting multiples and early because I may not be able to post them the on the day. So, bear with me. This photos theme is #immortal. "From my rotting body, flower shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity"

#immortal #october #themetober

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thecatghostdotcom · 6 years ago

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Yesterday, being in an extra, autumnal mood, decided that instead of doing an Inktober (which I’m not sure I can commit to) or some other ThemeTober, decided to invent a holiday, or rather holidays. From now on I’m calling all the prime-numbered days in October, Halloween Fools Day. Just a chance to make more of the month Halloweeny, because I want to. So Happy Halloween Fools Day fools!!! #october #stupid #halloween #comic #cartoon #comics #toons #webcomic https://www.instagram.com/p/BoeYHbSBVr_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1s6sdgapwklpu

#october #stupid #halloween #comic #cartoon #comics #toons #webcomic

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kiwicopia · 3 months ago

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MDNI | Themetober: Tricked

Fae!Geto x Fem!Reader

CW: noncon/dubcon, kidnapping, imprisonment, chained reader, mentions of starvation/dehydration, mentions of impregnation, dacryphilia, cunnilingus, overstimulation, licking, biting, body worship, face fucking, sex against the wall, creampie.

tags: @sweetchildcloud

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He had to give credit where it was due, truly. Not many humans could evade a fae for as long as you had, but even you had limits to this evasion. He just had to find them; however, he wasn’t as patient of a fae as he should have been. The desire to have you as his was overwhelming to the point that drastic measures had to be taken. One little slip-up was all he needed, and the very second it occurred, he whisked you away to his domain.

“Darling,” he cooed, dark eyes watching as you shied away from him. Your body moved further back in the cell, and the soft clinking of the chains caused the corners of his lips to twitch as he smiled. “It doesn’t have to be this way. Things would be easier if you would simply give in.” Geto inched closer to the bars of your cell, his fingers tightly wrapping around the cold metal as he rested his forehead against it. “You’re being childish.”

You hadn’t eaten or drank anything in three days, having refused him each and every time he would bring you something—it was such a childish thing for you to do. His eyes lowered, squinting as he assessed your huddled form in the corner of your cell. Geto didn’t want things to be this way. He couldn’t understand why you resorted to such stubbornness, which only resulted in an inevitable deterioration of your body.

The fae huffed in irritation, brows creasing as his mind came to a single conclusion: be forceful. Honestly, this was the last thing he wished to resort to, but he couldn’t think of any other way to make you see reason and listen to him. With a quick tap of his forefinger against a metal bar, the door to your cell opened and he stepped inside. Your wide, teary eyes watched as he came closer to you, causing you to squish yourself against the cold, hard wall of the cell.

“You have left me no choice,” he said. Geto then snapped his fingers, causing the chains connecting you to the cell wall to quickly slide back, which lifted your body to your feet. He came closer, stopping a foot in front of you before reaching a hand out to gently caress your cheek. He thumbed a tear away, tutting softly before letting out a small sigh. “You’ll see reason soon enough.”

Disgust bubbled in your stomach as his hand drifted from your face and down to your thigh. His other hand followed suit, and you squirmed as his fingers wrapped around the flesh beneath your tattered dress before forcing your legs apart. Geto hummed softly, his smile broadening as he lowered himself to his knees.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. His thumbs rubbed gentle circles against the skin along your inner thighs before cupping the plump flesh and lifting your lower half up. It was just enough for him to roll his shoulders underneath your legs, situating them over his shoulders perfectly—though he still kept his hands cupped beneath your thighs. Geto’s lips kissed along the skin, trailing his movements further up to your awaiting cunt. “So beautiful, and all mine.” His nipped at your flesh, causing you to cry out before attempting to wriggle away from him.

The fae tutted softly, shaking his head a little before tightening his grip on your thighs. You should know better than to refuse—not that you could if you tried. “Please,’ you begged. His eyes flitted up to your tear-filled expression. The way you cried and pleaded for him to stop brought forth a low rumble in his throat, as well as causing his cock to chub at the sight of more of your tears. You were so beautiful like this. Teary-eyed and pleading; a real sniffling mess as you attempted to wriggle away once more, but to no avail. “Please don’t—.”

Your words died midsentence upon feeling his tongue lick a thick stripe along your folds, the tip curling slightly to catch your clit at the right angle. His ears rang with cries that spewed from your pretty lips, only to be ignored as he continued lapping at your cunt. The fae’s fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs to quell the constant squirming of yours as you tried pulling your hips back. Geto’s nose soon brushed against your bundle of nerves the further he pressed his face against your pussy, earning a shrill cry as you tossed your head back against the cell wall.

He couldn’t hold back anymore. The soft slurps rang in your ears, and the fact that your body was so eager to wet itself with arousal as he pleased you felt so wrong. You didn’t want this, you never wanted this. But it felt good. No longer could your mind hold the disgust for what he was doing to you; that feeling now fading as a sick and twisted need for him to continue festered in its place.

The second your hips began to grind against him, he knew. You were giving in, and he groaned softly as his cock twitched beneath the fabric of his pants. It ached to be free, to be deep inside of you, but not yet. Geto still needed you to give in entirely, and there was only one way to get that. His pace increased as his tongue delved past your folds, lapping up the slick that now coated his lips and chin as he feasted on you like a starved beast.

His nails dug into your flesh the more you fucked yourself against his face, now whining and moaning for more. You needed more, wanted it, craved it, and he delivered. The fae held your lower half up as your body shook upon releasing a sudden, sharp cry. His dark eyes watched as your back arched while your senses flooded with pure ecstasy. “Pretty girl,” he chuckled. Geto flicked his tongue along your puffy clit, relishing in the whiny moan that slipped out from you. “I’m still not finished eating.”

He lapped at your sensitive, slick cunt again, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until he finally felt satisfied. The fae’s tongue licked along his lips after he pulled his face back, relishing in the sweetness of your multiple releases. Your body still twitched from the effects of him overstimulating you, which made you perfectly pliant for him as he stood to his feet and pressed his chest against yours. Geto kept you balanced between him and the wall, with an arm around your waist while a free hand worked to release himself from the confines of his pants.

His cock sprang free—the tip angry and weeping arousal—and he slowly rubbed the thick head against your folds before easing himself inside. You whined at the stretch, body tensing from the sudden burn that ached the more he disappeared inside of you. The fae’s arm around your waist tightened as his hand moved to grip your hip, and his face buried itself in the crook of your neck. Your scent wafted through his nostrils, causing his dick to twitch inside of you, and Geto gave you a small moment of adjustment before pulling his hips back and slamming himself into you.

The pace was relentless, with little to no room for gentleness as he fucked you. Gods, you were so tight and warm, with walls that sucked him back in with ease—so heavenly to him, this feeling. His arm soon unwound from around your waist, and both of his hands firmly pressed against the cell wall. Your tears were long gone by now, with eyes rolled back as you babbled nonsense in his ear, to which he let out a breathy chuckle at.

You were adorable. His little human, getting herself fucked by a fae she thought she could evade. The thought of his little tricks almost not working on you days ago didn’t sit well with him, and he now desired to make you his in more ways than one. Fucking you just didn’t seem to be enough for him. Geto could impregnate you, force the swell of your belly with his seed. Then you would be his forever.

Such an idea spurred him on, his body squishing you against the wall as his cock bullied your sopping cunt. “Take it, take it, darling,” he panted. Those words spilled from his lips like a mantra, a heavenly chant that would ensure your bond to him for life. Gods, it was enough for him to finally come undone. With a low growl rumbling in his throat, Geto fucked into you one last time, spilling into you and painting your walls in thick, creamy cum.

His thrusts had slowed, gentling out as he kissed along the side of your neck. You were too fucked out to comprehend what had even happened. Too overstimulated from orgasms prior to realize the fate he resigned you to. Geto was a fae that had always gotten what his heart desired, no matter how sick and twisted it was.

If impregnating you kept you bound to him, then so be it. Simply another little trick that had to be done.

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kiwicopia · 2 months ago

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MDNI | Themetober: Wings

Swan!Sunday x Wildlife Rescuer!GN!Reader

CW: mentions of being a pet/caged, slight dubcon, clipped wings, mentions of an injury, stubborn!Sunday, mentions of mating/courting rituals, spooning position, cock warming at the end, creampie.

tags: @sweetchildcloud

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Being a wildlife rescuer, you had encountered a plethora of sick, injured, and even orphaned animals. However, one specific rescue yielded some rather strange outcomes What seemed like a regular swan, presumed to be a captive pet due to his clipped wings, had, in truth, turned out to be much more than that.

The pretty and injured swan you had rescued ended up being a hybrid with clipped wings, and a stubborn one at that. How someone could keep a beautiful creature like him as a pet was baffling. However, despite all of his hissing and grumpiness towards you, Sunday eventually grew closer with you as his caregiver—attached in a way only a swan would ever be with someone.

Honestly, you should have taken the signs a bit more seriously back then. The constant ruffling of his feathers whenever you were in his presence, the need to always be around you, the subtle attempts at grooming you with a brush and pampering you—all signs of courting. It wasn’t until he took drastic measures one morning, making you finally realize that he truly desired you.

Sunday held you against him, his face pressed against the back of your neck as he slowly inhaled your scent. He had slipped into your bed that morning with only one intention: finally making you his mate for life. It was such a sacred thing amongst swans, and the thought of enacting it sent a shiver down his body.

The feeling of being held roused you from your slumber, and his arms tightened around you when you tried to squirm out of his hold. “Don’t move,” he whispered. He moved his hips against yours, pressing his hardened length against your ass, letting you feel him entirely. “I’ve waited too long for this, but I had to be certain of my choice.” Again, he rubbed his cock against you, smearing small globs of precum along your flesh. “After all, swans mate for life.”

Your body tensed when he moved an arm and lifted your leg just enough for him to squeeze inside of you. The hybrid let out a shaky breath before pressing a tender kiss to the back of your neck. “Sunday,” you groaned softly, followed by a slight whining sound as he buried himself fully. His hand let go of your leg before moving to rest at your hip, and he slid his other arm down to tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

His hips pulled back before moving forward, thrusting into you at a slow and repeated pace. “You feel so good,” he mumbled. His lips continued peppering the back of your neck in featherlight kisses before trailing them up to the space behind your ear, where he began to suck lightly on the skin. His thrusts increased slightly, and you let out a moan when his tongue slid over the teased flesh below your ear. “You were made for me.”

Your body moved in tandem with his, rocking back and forth on the bed at a steady tempo, yet it soon increased when you moaned once more. Sunday’s hand gripped your hip a little tighter, his fingers digging into the skin as he switched his pace up. He pistoned into you a little faster now, his hips smacking against the back of yours as he huffed in your ear.

As much as he desired to enjoy the moment and make it last, his instincts to mate you were overtaking him. The hybrid’s feathers tickled your cheek the faster he fucked into you with need, and your delicious sounds only served to spur him further. A strained hiss slipped out between clenched teeth as he slammed into you one final time, letting his cock twitch once more before spilling inside you.

Sunday hummed softly, satisfied at the deed being complete. His hips moved against you once more, slower now, as his fingers traced gentle patterns against your hip. “There we go,” he whispered. His face nuzzled the back of your neck before kissing it softly once more. “So nice and full now.”

His movements continued, growing lazier by the minute until he finally ceased altogether. The swan kept his cock inside of you, keeping his cum in your hole, not wanting a single drop to slip out. It was his way of marking you, claiming you as a lifelong partner. It was something he had longed to have for years, and he wasn’t the type to squander his chances and let them slip away. Not with you.

Not with his precious, little desire.

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kiwicopia · 3 months ago

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MDNI | Themetober: Midnight Ball

Vampire!Sylus x Fem!Reader

CW: Vamp feeding, use of a pet name, praise, sex against a window, licking, biting, begging, cunnilingus, slight orgasm denial, creampie, cock warming.

tags: @sweetchildcloud

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Things were never supposed to end up like this. Perhaps if you had listened to the rumors about the ball tonight, you would have left with most of the others that attended the event—or, better yet, never came at all. Still, the rumors of the midnight activities afterwards had piqued a certain curiosity within you, and it couldn’t be helped if you desired to see what all it entailed. Though this may have been more than you bargained for with your curious little mind.

Your nails scraped against the surface of the desk as your eyes burned a hole into the ceiling while another moan was pulled from your lips. Strong arms were looped around your legs, keeping them apart and pinned in place while a tongue lapped at your cunt in slow, methodical movements. “Please,” you begged. “Go faster.”

His movements ceased for a moment, allowing a few small tuts to be heard before he continued at the same agonizing pace. The tip of the man’s tongue rolled over your clit, sending a sharp pang of pleasure up your body, causing your legs to quiver beneath his hold. Sylus was biding his time with you, tasting all that he could before ruining you, however, he was beginning to find difficulty in his pace.

Your eyes tore away from the ceiling to look down at him, but all you could see was the fabric of your dress shifting as his head moved beneath it. All of a sudden, his nose rubbed against your bundle of nerves as his tongue delved in between your folds to lick at your insides. The sudden action pulled another moan from your throat while also causing your back to arch from the surge of pleasure that flooded your body further.

Sylus’ pace quickened, his head bobbing faster the harder his tongue lapped at your insides. He was losing control and falling deeper into his desires, but you never noticed. You were too focused on how good everything felt. The way his nose constantly nudged against your clit, the shake of your legs, and the bubbling of the pleasure that built up within your core. Release wasn’t too far away now, and you hung your head back and released another breathy moan before closing your eyes. “Yes, yes,” you whispered. A small chant that only served to spur him on even more. Faster, faster, so close, so close, almost there, and—.

The white-hot pleasure you so desperately awaited never came, and the bubbling in your core ebbed away when he suddenly unhooked his arms from around your thighs and stood up. Your eyes snapped open as your confusion etched itself on your face, and your eyes met his shortly after realization hit, and your parted lips closed the second he spoke.

“Against the window.” It was a demand, and your body obeyed without a single hint of hesitation. Sliding off the polished oak, and with legs a bit shaky from the earlier pleasure, you moved towards the bay window within the study. With knees pressed into the plush pillows beneath you, and hands firmly planted against the glass in front of you, your eyes glanced over your shoulder and at him. “Face forward, kitten, and keep your legs apart,” he instructed.

Again, your body listened without fail, and your legs parted as the soft clinking of a buckle rang in your ears. A shaky breath fell from your lips when his chest pressed against your back, moving you further up and against the glass window. Sylus’ hands started at your shoulders, with his fingers slipping beneath the fabric and slowly tugging it down before pressing his lips against the soft skin. Tender kisses trailed from the back of your right shoulder and up your neck the more he peeled your dress down, only ceasing when your tits finally spilled out.

“Pretty girl,” he whispered. His lips parted as his tongue slid out and licked a thick stripe from your pulse point up to the lobe of your ear, earning a soft mewl from you. Sylus chuckled as an arm slid around your waist, allowing his large hand to cup a breast while the other slid to his pants, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric. His index finger and thumb tweaked at the nipple, toying with the perky nub until it pebbled. The other hand began to slowly pump himself for a moment, and he groaned softly at the ache that clawed within his abdomen.

Sylus then gave your nipple a harsh pinch, causing you to cry out from the mixture of pleasure and slight pain before he moved it lower to hike your dress up around your hips. His body shifted behind you, eventually squishing your tits against the window as he aligned the head of his cock with your entrance. Realization quickly flashed in your head. “Wait—.”

The rest of your sentence turned into a sharp gasp when his hips thrusted forward, burying his cock inside your warm cunt inch by inch. Your nails scraped against the glass in an attempt to quell the burning stretch caused by his sheer size. Sylus didn’t whisper any sort of apology as he repeatedly snapped his hips against you, groaning softly in your ear each time your gummy walls pulled at him when he slid back. Greedy little thing, he mused.

Your head shifted to the side, with your cheek shoved against the glass as moans spilled from your lips the more his cock bullied your slick hole. Sylus watched your eyes grow heavy with lust, half-lidding the more he fucked into you, and he soon pressed his face against your neck. Your delicious scent wafted through his nose, filling him with a different type of need, and it only grew when hearing how wildly your heart thumped in your chest.

Blood was pumping, and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer—not that he planned to that night. His tongue lapped at the soft flesh covering your pulse point before allowing his fangs to scrape against the skin. Your gasp didn’t go unheard, and he kept you still and in place before letting his fangs dig against your skin once more, this time drawing blood. A primal growl rumbled in his throat the moment the sweet substance touched his tongue. His fingers dug into your hips, holding your wriggling body as still as possible while he both fucked and fed on you.

The sensation burned at first, what with the way his fangs tore small bits of flesh to procure the sweet ambrosial substance within, however, the burning ebbed away, having been replaced by a soothing and pleasurable warmth that blanketed your body. With your body more pliant now, Sylus continued with his feeding, all while pumping his cock deeper inside you.

You moaned at the delicious sensation as the pleasure licked at your core. The familiar feeling returned, and your walls squeezed around him the closer it came for you. The vampire groaned again before moving his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly against him while also keeping you up against the window. Sylus knew you were reaching the end, and so was he. His cock twitched inside of you each time your walls squeezed around him, coaxing him to simply let go, but he didn’t. Not yet. Not until he heard you say it. His lips detached from your neck as he moved to your ear.

“Say it,” he growled. “Tell me that you want it inside, kitten.”

His length shoved itself back into the warm embrace of your cunt, earning a sharp moan from your pretty lips. “Want it,” you replied. “I need it.” The slight whine in your voice was all he needed to finally let himself come undone.

Sylus’ arms tightened around your waist as he fucked into you one last time, burying himself as deep as possible before spilling into you, painting your insides white with cum. It was enough to finally drive you over the edge. Your sharp cry pierced his ears as your release finally came, causing your legs and thighs to shake against him before going slack.

“Good girl,” he praised. While still inside of you, the vampire shifted his body around, lifting you up against him as he sat down on the pillows in the bottom of the bay window. Once situated, Sylus carefully maneuvered you around until your chest laid against his. You were worn out, he could tell, and he placed a hand to your neck before letting his thumb gently rub against the spot he fed from. His lips soon curled into a slight smirk as you drifted off on top of him.

You would never know that he had his eyes set on you the second you entered his mansion, or how he purposely danced with you, staking claim to ward off others of his kind. Sylus had to be thankful for your curious little mind. If not for your desire to know what the activities after a midnight ball were, then he never would have been able to make you his.

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MDNI | Themetober: Scarecrow

Shapeshifter!Simon x Fem!Reader

CW: brief mentions of stalking, brief mentions of voyeurism/reverse voyeurism, mentions of death/corpses/blood, brief cunnilingus, biting/marking, mentions of begging, some degradation, mating press position, squirting, creampie.

tags: @sweetchildcloud

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You were never close with your grandfather on your mother’s side, with him becoming estranged even before her passing. Which was why it surprised you to get a letter in the mail one day, detailing that he had left you a sizeable piece of land in his will. The little farm he lived on was rundown and in desperate need of repairs, which came easily due to the assistance from local neighbors. The only issue, however, was the scarecrow in the cornfields.

A raggedy thing, you thought, with a hulking body that could easily frighten any creature that wandered onto the property. If it weren’t for its graveyard keeper appearance, and the fact that your bedroom window faced the cornfields, you would’ve thought differently about it. Still, against better judgement, and with it keeping the crows from taking what little corn you were able to grow, you decided to keep it where it was—perched up against a large, steady plank of wood that doubled its own size.

Honestly though, you should have read the letter entirely instead of skimming it. Perhaps if you did that, then everything that followed would make more sense to you. It would have made sense knowing what it was, and had been, to your estranged grandfather.

The half-buried animal carcasses on the property, the strange grunting noises outside your window at night—along with the milky white substance in the grass below your window—the large paw prints that littered around the edges of the property—sometimes along with dried blood—and the eyes that would watch you from the shadows, only to vanish the second you blinked. Not to mention how, during visits into town, either a crow or a large, black dog—or what you assumed to be a dog—would follow you. The entirety of it was all so strange, and it did little to prepare you for when he finally came to collect what was owed.

Unbeknownst to you, and due to the skimming of the letter, your estranged grandfather had a deal of sorts with a certain creature—the scarecrow—which you came to find out a little too late one night. “Been waitin’ for ya,” he huffed. His tongue lapped at your cunt, feasting on it like a wild and starved animal. You tasted even better than he had originally imagined, and the soft and sweet moans and mewls that spilled from your lips caused his cock to throb painfully beneath torn jeans.

Simon groaned, his patience having worn thin with the needless wait as he pulled back and finally freed himself from the confines of his pants. He was hard and ready, with the tip angry and red while weeping small globs of precum. His large hand wrapped around the shaft, pumping once, twice, three times with achingly slow movements. The nights of watching you through your window as you pleasured yourself while he fucked into his hand—in tune with your soft and tantalizing noises—were over.

“The old man promised.” He lined his cockhead up to your slit, smearing the tip in your slick before impatiently pushing past the folds. “Fuck,” he groaned. You took him so well, with gummy walls hugging his dick tightly. His body pressed against yours, pushing you down further into the bed of hay as his lips kissed against your neck feverishly, resulting in a whine falling from your lips.

Simon’s cock twitched at the sound, and his hips pulled back before slamming against yours. The sudden movement pulled a sharp cry from you as he repeated the motion. Faster and faster, his pace relentless as his teeth nibbled on the soft flesh of your neck before biting down. He was marking you as his, and in more ways than one. After all, your grandfather made a promise.

“S’too much,” you whined. Still, his pace remained as it was as he ignored you. The shifter had waited this long for what was owed to him, and he was taking it without any further delay. Simon’s hands were tight on your hips, his fingers pressing into the plump flesh, keeping you still as his cock bullied your pussy. Your soft whining and pleas for him to slow down faded, having been replaced with neediness as you begged for more.

“Fuckin’ slag,” he growled, his breath hot in your ear as he bit the lobe. His hips snapped against yours once more as he buried himself to the hilt again, and again. “Makin’ me wait f’ya. Makin’ me ‘ear that old man tell me over ‘nd over ‘bout ya.” He hated that.

Honestly, Simon was glad for his death because it meant getting you. It was a deal made back when he first arrived on the farm, back when he was a walking body without a purpose. Oh, but your grandfather gave him one. Keep the farm safe and he would receive a reward for his hard work. When that reward became you, his sweet ‘ole granddaughter who lived like the man never existed, that was what kept Simon going—and now he finally had you.

His hands moved from your hips as his body pulled back just enough to shift you into a mating press. The shapeshifter could reach deeper now, with his cockhead bumping against your cervix with each thrust, earning sharp yet delicious sounding cries from your lips. Simon couldn’t be gentle now, not when he finally had you in his grasp. He waited too damn long, with too many nights of fisting himself to the mere thought of you beneath him like this.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” he growled, again. You tightened around him, causing his dick to twitch every now and then as your velvety walls coaxed him towards his release. The harsh slap of his balls smacking against your skin echoed in the barn, and you whined at the sting that accompanied it. “Little more, almost, almost.” Oh, he was close now, with only a few more thrusts until he came undone.

When your cunt fluttered around him, that was the last straw. Simon pressed his face into your neck, teeth clamped down in a harsh bite that caused you to scream out and squirt around him the same time he spilled into you. His hot, creamy seed mixed with your juices and dribbled out and down the back of your ass when he pulled out of you.

“Look a’ ya,” he smirked. “Fuckin’ mess now.” You stared up at him with half-lidded eyes and panted hard before leaning your head back to rest. The man mumbled something along of being his mess, but the pounding in your ears from being utterly fucked out had muffled it.

Maybe you should have read the entire letter, or perhaps you should’ve had a better grandfather. One that didn’t offer you up like a steak to a starving mutt. Too many could haves and should haves for you to care right now. At least you had something akin to a guard dog now, even if the reward was a good fuck.

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MDNI | Themetober: Contract

Warlock!Zayne x Frost Goddess!Reader

CW: DnD-ish setting, slight temperature play, soul binding via sex, squirting, reader is fucked on a throne, cowgirl at the end, creampie.

tags: @sweetchildcloud

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Coming from a family of highly respected warlocks, where each member had been born with their magical gifts, he was the only one who had not been born with magical talent. This led to a rather difficult upbringing, with countless trials and dangerous errors that were to see if he had simply been a late bloomer. However, the truth hung heavy over him—he was an outlier in the family—but it only drove him to seek alternatives. That ambition and desire for magic was what led him to you.

The many books and scrolls he scoured in his family’s extensive library did little with the description of you and your beauty. The man expected the frost goddess to be a creature made entirely of ice, or even something more along the lines of a half-decayed, frozen corpse. Not a beautiful woman draped in elegant furs, sitting atop her throne of ice. It was as if you had been waiting for him.

“Traveler, why do you tread upon my domain?” Gods above, even your voice caught him off-guard. So heavenly and sweet to his ears. He watched as you shifted in your seat, switching positions as one leg crossed over the other. “You seek something, do you not?”

Nodding slowly, he stepped forward, still keeping his gaze locked with yours. “Power,” the man answered. The light in your eyes was evident, as was the amused smile that graced your delicate lips. “I desire power.”

Your eyes squinted slightly as you slowly looked him up and down, assessing him a bit more now that he was closer. “Power?” You questioned. Silence followed shortly after as you continued staring at him, and he watched as your legs switched places with one another. “Then you must know that what you seek comes with a price.”

“I am aware,” Zayne replied. His readings into alternatives for harnessing magic was what led him to come across pacts. Making one with certain creatures would grant the user the magic they so desperately sought. However, choosing a creature to do that with was rather important. Many beings of the supernatural were cunning and no-good. If one did not think clearly, they could lose more than they desired to gain.

He was aware. A small hum fell from your lips in response as your body leaned forward a little, with your arms flat against the armrests of your icy throne. “A pact is what you seek.” Zayne watched as you rose from your seat and descended the small, snow-covered steps as you made your way down to him. “Then allow me to give you that which you so desperately desire.”

Most patrons sealed their pacts in simple ways: handshakes, substance consumption, a kiss, or even the simplicity of a worded agreement. The written word never detailed your means of enacting a pact, which he assumed was along the lines of either a handshake or a verbal agreement—but oh, how wrong he was about that.

You sat back on your throne, with your legs spread wide as he fucked into you. Zayne kept one hand gripping the armrest of the throne while the other cupped the underside of your thigh, angling your leg back slightly—just enough for him to reach deep into your cunt. Your velvety walls had his cock in an icy grip, and the sheer cold seeping from your body and into his not only made him shiver, but twitch at how much he liked the feeling. A deity of pure, raw ice—an element he admired since he was a child, and his reason for wanting you as his patron.

A moan snapped him from his thoughts as he focused on you now. Half-lidded eyes, parted lips that panted with every hard and fast thrust—it drove him wilder than he liked to believe. Your hands moved to cup his face, and the icy touch sent a wave of shivers down his spine while his cock throbbed inside your slick cunt.

“Faster,” you demanded.

His hips obeyed, smacking harshly against yours repeatedly while groaning at the way you clenched around him every so often. It was a heavenly feeling, and one he knew would never have been obtained if he had been born with magical talent. Zayne wasn’t too pious of a man, but he silently thanked whatever deity above stripped that gene from his genetic makeup when born.

Another moan fell from your lips, and he groaned a bit harshly when your nails dug into the warm flesh of his cheek, but he loved it. Your delicious noises and icy touch had him wrapped around you, and the contract hadn’t even been completed yet.

His body shifted forward a little as he moved his other hand beneath your thigh, gripping the plump flesh as he steadily leaned your legs back. This position was better, with your ankles at your ears, allowing his cock to penetrate you deeper and with more ease.

Zayne watched your head fall back, resting against the thick fur that lined the back of your shoulders. “So beautiful,” he whispered. His breaths came out in quick huffs, and his brows creased as a sudden thought formed in his mind. Without warning, his hands quickly and carefully—without slipping out of you—pulled you up, switching your positions so that you sat in his lap while he sat back in your throne.

A surprise, truly, but one you savored as his hips bucked up, ramming his dick up into you at a relentless pace. Your arms had to wrap around his neck to keep yourself steady as his hard length bullied your pussy. “Such boldness,” you whispered, only to let out a moan shortly afterward. The man groaned again, his hands roaming over your cold body before finding solace at your hips. “My power will be yours. Every ounce at your disposal.”

Your hips brushed forward as your chest pressed up against his, and he buried his face into the crook of your neck. The warmth of his skin was chilled at the touch, and his digits dug into your flesh as he began to slam you down onto him the at the same time in which he thrusted up into you. The added pleasure clawed at your core—a feeling you hadn’t experienced in centuries—and you craved more of it. You craved more of him.

Zayne’s hips sputtered slightly, his thrusts falling out of rhythm as he neared his release. He had never thought that one day he would fuck a goddess, let alone spilling himself inside of one—but he also never thought that he would make a pact with one, either. He soon came without warning, having slammed you down on him while he bucked up into you one final time, groaning as his white, hot seed spurted out against your awaiting walls.

Your arms tightened around his neck in response, and ice seeped from your body and onto his as you cried out in pure ecstasy while gushing around him. The crackling of the element only made him want to continue his movements, albeit slower now, until he finally pulled out, causing his cum and your juices to dribble from your cunt and down the curves of your ass.

He still held you in his lap, and his grip on your hips loosened when you shifted slightly. Zayne’s hazel green eyes locked onto your own, and the ice that had seeped onto his body earlier slowly retracted back into yours. “The pact has been made,” you told him.

He nodded, but still, there was a certain question that still nagged at his brain for an answer. “I’ve never read of a patron using this as a form of pact agreement.”

“Mortal writing is outdated,” you chuckled. Your hand cupped his face before giving it a slight squeeze. “Though fret not. Pacts with me do not come easily for those that desire it. I am a patron only to those who I deem worthy.” Your face inched closer to his. “And you, sweet mortal, have proved yourself to be fit enough to bestow my power unto you.” Zayne hummed softly in response. “Your soul is now tethered to mine. Consider this contract signed.”

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MDNI | Themetober: Stitches

Mad Scientist!Dottore x Reanimated!Fem!Reader

CW: mentions of blood, mentions of murders, flesh tearing/falling apart, needles, sewing of skin, memory loss, slight deception, degradation (toy, whore), objectification, dacryphilia, slight master/slave dynamic, creampie.

tags: @sweetchildcloud @stygianoir

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You were perfection to him. Well, almost perfect, that is. The memory loss was a complication, however, it proved beneficial in his favor. He brought you back from the icy grip of death—a feat he considered to be one of his greatest achievements—and stitched the remaining parts of you back up. Over and over, it was always a messy process, especially when the skin would tear a little too much for his liking, resulting in the process restarting from scratch.

Still, Dottore fixed you up—his sweet, little creation—donning the many skins of those he butchered. You had no recollection of your life before death, at least not yet, but you would eventually. When that would occur, well, only time could tell. For now, though, he kept you at his mercy, feeding you little lies about who you were and who he wanted you to be—for him.

“Oh, darling,” he cooed. His hand cupped your face with feigned softness as he thumbed a bit of blood that trickled down the side of your face, caused by a broken stitch. “You have to refrain from tearing your stitches. Resources are running rather dry at the moment to be able to fix them so often.” The doctor’s lips curled into an amused smile as you pouted, disliking the way he chastised you as though you were a child. “Remember, graceful movements.”

Dottore watched from behind his mask as you nodded, and the man soon made quick work of redoing the stitch. Resources weren’t too low for him to render him unable to restitch you repeatedly; he just hated the tediousness of repeating the task. Once finished, he placed the needle and thread on the medical tray before letting his fingers curve over your cheek. The feel of the stitches and different skin types held together caused a rush of excitement to come over him.

You were his first reanimated experiment, and he oftentimes found himself unable to keep a clear mind. It wasn’t like him to have a desire to fuck an experiment, but you, oh You were an exception. The arousal he felt clawed at him further when you moved your hands to his chest, feebly grabbing hold of the collared shirt beneath his lab coat.

“Again?” He questioned. An amused chuckle fell from his lips as he took your hands in his and moved closer, forcing his hips in-between your thighs as you sat on the examination table. “Your stitches will tear, but...” The doctor’s words drifted off as he thought about the idea a little more. “Compensation is due yet again.”

His gloved hands released yours, allowing you to lean back against the table. How obedient, he mused. Your actions were like clockwork—the results of his constant training and deception—and he relished in it. Dottore carefully slid his hands up your clothed body, the skin beneath hidden from view due to the sheer gown you wore. He could see the way your nipples pebbled in response to his touch, and it pleased him.

“Sweet doll,” he cooed. His gloved fingers traveled back down, with one slipping beneath the gown to rub at your cunt while the other worked to free his hardened length. “Mine to toy with, to do with as I please.” The doctor felt a sick pleasure at the way your legs parted even more, giving him more access, and he took it without hesitation. “A good whore for her master.”

There was little to no preparation whatsoever after he lined himself at your entrance, forcing himself past your folds and deep inside your pussy. You moaned on instinct, head tilting back as his hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he fucked into you. You were such a beautiful and pliant doll for him; much better than when you were alive, truly.

Dottore let the upper half of his body lean over you as he slowed his pace, pistoning into your cunt a little slower now. He could never attempt this when you were alive, when your flesh was warm and your smile sweet. No, you had to be like this—an obedient toy beneath him; a means to satiate all of his desires.

His cockhead smacked against your cervix, causing his grip on you tighten and, in turn, break the one stitch that ran from three inches above your left hip and upwards, diagonally. It was an abrupt break, causing the flesh to tear slightly and slide down from the movement of his thrusts. The doctor huffed in annoyance, but it only made his pace quicken as irritation was soon replaced by satisfaction.

Crimson eyes watched the skin wiggle back and forth, and his lips curled into an amused smirk. He could fix it afterward, but for now he would relish in this one-time occurrence. There was no reason as to why he enjoyed the sight of you falling apart like that, but he did. Perhaps it was some sick gratification in knowing that you were at his mercy—bound to crumple and be rebuilt repeatedly.

The thought caused a groan to rumble in his throat, and his cock twitched against your velvety walls. At least your insides were still intact, and it was perhaps the one and only thing he was truly thankful for. Of course, he had no qualms about fixing that part of you, if the need ever arose. One of his hands moved to carefully push a leg back while the other remained at your hip. The position allowed him to reach deeper, with his tip kissing your cervix each and every time his dick buried itself to the hilt.

“A good toy,” he groaned. His hips smacked a little more harshly against yours when he upped his pace, all while keeping his focus on your face—though he would occasionally glance at the torn skin curling apart. “I’ll fix you. Again, and again.” The doctor kept his movements quick and steady as his thrusts continued. Gods, you were tight for him; almost painfully, but even he liked that. “Malleable to all of my desires.” His other hand quickly moved your other leg back, causing the subtle sound of ripped stitches to make his cock twitch yet again. “Cry for me,” Dottore demanded.

Like an obedient dog, your eyes shed a few tears, in which he quickly lapped up with his tongue—a unique modification he added into your reanimation process. He hummed at the salty taste before moving to press his lips to yours, relishing in the icy contrast with his own warm pair. The doctor’s body held you down against the table at this point as he continued fucking into you. His groaning grew a little louder as his breaths came out in quick and short intervals.

He was close. The constant twitching of his cock against your gummy walls and the tightness in his abdomen were indicators of that, and Dottore continued until he final came. His balls tightened as his release washed over him in a euphoric wave, and he groaned a final time as his teeth bit down on your bottom lip, drawing the tiniest bit of blood in the process. His hips slowed as his thrusts gentled out, moving in a way that allowed your walls to be coated with his creamy cum.

The doctor remained like that for a few moments, letting your cunt milk every last drop out of him before he carefully eased himself out. A hand quickly fixed the mask that hung a bit lopsided on his face before he scanned over your form, and his tongue quickly licked up your blood that remained on his bottom lip. Ripped stitches, torn flesh, it was all an easy fix for him—and he enjoyed every moment of your ruined state.

Your memories would never return. Dottore would make certain of that. Trouble would ensue if you did recall what he did to you, but it was necessary. How else could he keep such a perfect and obedient toy at his mercy? An amused smile graced his features as he slipped himself back into the confines of his pants before reaching for the thread and needle, ready to repeat the process all over again.

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MDNI | Themetober: Warmth

Incubus!Gojo x Warlock!Male!Reader

CW: spell gone wrong, mentions of deal making, power siphoning via sex, hickeys, marking, bottom!Gojo, cock rubbing, anal prep, tail fucking, creampie.

tags: @sweetchildcloud

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Accidents weren’t uncommon when it came to new spells, however, they were typically ones that caused issues on a level so miniscule that it could be overlooked. This particular spell, sadly, had the opposite effect, and you were left dumbfounded when staring at an incubus rather than an imp, which you originally intended to conjure up. Still, this little mishap wasn’t without its own reward—one that ended up satisfying both parties.

Like clockwork, he appeared yet again at the stroke of midnight. Conjuring him one time had made it incredibly easy for the incubus to simply come to you himself. “Your scent is all that I need,” he once told you. Still, it amazed you that a creature from a different dimension could track you on scent alone, and with such ease.

“Does it not tire you to see me so often?” You asked, watching as the creature prepared himself on your bed. “Surely your body must require rest in-between our nightly sessions?” The incubus flashed a devilish grin before chuckling, and his head gave a slow shake as he beckoned you forth with a clawed finger.

Once close enough, Gojo reached out and pulled your naked form down on top of him. His lips latched onto your neck, gently sucking as the tip of his tongue circled against the flesh. Your head tilted to the side as you groaned softly from the pleasure that it gave you, and you slowly rutted your hips against his.

A low growl rumbled in the incubus’ throat, causing him to nip at the skin he sucked on when feeling your cock sliding against his own. The pleasure from it was delicious, and he craved more—just as he always did from these sessions. With one of his hands gripping your shoulder, the other slid around to the back of your neck, pulling you flush against his chest.

Your hips never ceased their movement, still humping against him at a slow pace, drawing another growl from his throat. Gojo’s cock twitched as arousal leaked from his angry tip, only to be smeared in-between both phalluses. The incubus knew you were teasing, as you always did, but now was not the time for it. Not when he desired you so badly tonight.

A shaky breath fell from your lips, hot breath fanning against his pointed ear as his hand left your shoulder and wrapped around your dick. Your movements ceased, hips freezing on the spot before following along as he shifted his hand down to his ass, smearing your arousal against his awaiting hole. After he did that, you slid a hand down and used the precum to slip a finger inside, then two, and slowly prepped him for entry.

Gojo moaned against your neck, his canines pinching the flesh as your fingers scissored inside him, and he couldn’t help but grind his hips upward, rubbing his cock against your abdomen as you pushed a third digit inside. Your fingers stretched him out, little by little, causing him to nip and suck on your neck even harder—to the point a visible mark could be seen.

Once the preparation was complete, you leaned back on your legs and stared down at the incubus. His half-lidded, lustful gaze and the way his tongue poked out between his lips made your dick twitch, and as you leaned back down again, your hands carefully eased his legs back. Gojo moved his arms behind his knees, holding his legs up and out of the way as you lined your tip against his hole before easing the head inside.

It was more than the pressure three fingers gave, but the creature endured, having leaned his head back against the pillow as your cock slowly, but surely, stuffed him. Oh, he missed this feeling—at least with you. Sexual pleasure was his natural sustenance and he thrived off of it with others, but with you, it felt different. It was a comforting warmth like no other, and the incubus would be damned if he let something like that slip from his claws.

His legs rested over your shoulders as your hips began to move, slowly easing yourself in and out of his hole. “Still so tight, even after all of these sessions,” you muttered. His tail flicked across the bed beneath him, smacking against your thighs teasingly before sliding up and prodding against your hole, teasing it with the tip.

“You’re just as tight,” he teased. Gojo’s tail soon eased inside of you, wiggling against your walls the further he got. A moan fell from your lips, and you pressed your face into the crook of his neck while now slamming into him. The incubus matched your moan, the sound having a slight growl to it as his claws raked down your back, scratching the flesh with every repeated thrust as you fucked into him.

The movements of his tail matched your own, fucking you at the same pace you did him. The tip slammed against your prostate, just as your cock did his, and you both groaned at the sudden flood of pleasure that swept over your bodies. Again, and again, and again—it was fucking heavenly, just as all sessions were.

The closer you came to your release, the more you felt that familiar tingling of power that came from the creature and seeped into your bones. It was part of a deal that had been made after accidentally conjuring him up from his dimension. An incubus needed sex as a means to live and, well, you couldn’t turn down the power that could be siphoned from him and used for other spells. Still, you had expected to be the one in Gojo’s place, not him, but it didn’t matter. You both got what you wanted in the end each and every time.

Your cock twitched as you pistoned into him one final time, spilling yourself inside of him. At the same time, Gojo came undone, with his cum having spurted out along your abdomen and up your chest. The incubus closed his eyes and eased his tail out of your ass while you rode out your high, thrusting slowly whilst kissing along his neck.

Honestly, it was a good deal to the creature. Getting fucked for once, despite this being the umpteenth session with you, felt so good. It wasn’t like with any other mortal or supernatural being. It was a warmer, cozier feeling; it was something akin to a home he couldn’t remember the last time having. The pads of his clawed fingers gently ran along the marks he made across your back, causing your body to tense.

You were like a home he had been searching for, despite this being merely a contractual agreement. Something that the incubus wouldn’t let slip away.

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