#moon areolas

[fullmoonareolas]

#big tiddy committee #huge cleavage #huge tiddies #full moon areolas #moon areolas

[woods5]

Can I get here a mature lady who is serious in relationship

#full moon areolas

[flametrashiraarchive]

muzan nsfw headcanons with endowed (booba, lol)! reader? i feel like he's wanna like... grope, tease, suck & be in between them bc they're warm.... and soft- XDD

*is summoned from her lair by the booba.*

Hell yeah! Big titties let's go! 

NSFW under the cut. 

Muzan- King of Demons, Enjoyer of Titties.

You never know when Muzan will show up at your home but it's always at night.

He's obviously not human but you're not exactly sure what he is. He just appears some times.

Always in a lousy mood; pupils just narrow slits in his blood red eyes, absolutely trembling with rage.

"Bad day?"

He never answers at first.

He picks you up, carries you over to the armchair by your fire, and sits, making you straddle his lap.

Get comfortable, you're going to be there for a while.

Depending on the severity of his bad mood, he'll either pull off your clothes or simply tear them off. You've learned to change out of your nice clothes before sundown.

"Why was I cursed to be surrounded by incompetence and ineptitude?"

His voice is deep and dark, and you know better than to answer (the one time you did he monologued about the pathetic nature of every being on earth for over an hour.)

The sooner he gets your tits in his face, the sooner he'll stop talking.

They're his favorite stress toys.

He holds them first, fascinated by the way they spill over, barely contained by his hands.

You are soft and warm, and in these times that's the only comfort he craves.

Upper moons disappoint him. Your tits, however, never do.

He latches on to your nipple, his tongue tracing the rim of your areola, spiraling toward the bud as his groan reverberates through your body.

He gropes the other with his hand, squeezing and caressing it with the tips of his sharp fingernails.

He'll do this for hours, just quietly ruminating and sucking on them. It's like a meditative state for him.

He doesn't care if you enjoy it or not. Your gasps and moans are just background noise. Your pleasure is not his goal.

If you cum from it, he won't even react. He just keeps going.

Although, if he's in a really bad mood he'll murmur something like "cease your pathetic mewling." Then get right back to sucking.

Sometimes he'll switch locations and take you to your bed. He'll lie down and have you sit, straddling his stomach, leaning over him with your hands braced on the headboard so your tits just hang over his face.

Sticks out his tongue and flicks your nipples with the tip of it before going back to sucking.

Likes when your nipples get all dark and swollen.

Growls

After hours of licking and sucking, he calms down and closes his eyes, his pretty dark eyelashes resting on his cheeks.

When he's done he just... vanishes, leaving you until next time.

#muzan kibutsuji #lord muzan #kny muzan #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan headcanons #muzan smut #muzan x reader #muzan x you

[sanjoongie]

𝘾𝔬ןⲒ𝒂ꮁ 𝒂ոᑯ ⳑ𝐞𝕒ꮪһ

❤A/N: Second submission for Revember is for my moonshine @downtoamagicalland who, after many years of being a scorpio stan, decided one was punchable 😢 ❤Pairing: Xu Minghao (Seventeen) x Reader (f) ❤Au: Historical au, Emperor au, Concubine au ❤Genre: smut, angst ❤Trope: the act of true love (self sacrificing for your love) ❤Warnings: bdsm (collar and leash), public fondling, exhibitionism, nipple play, aphrodisiacs, fingering (f), penetrative sex with no barrier ❤Rated: 18+, MDNI ❤Word Count: 1,529 ❤Summary: when you become the concubine for the emperor, knowing it'll hurt your love, knowing that it'll save him, you didn't realize how much power the emperor would have over your body ❤credit to @cafekitsune for the banner!

You walk into the throne room, glad for the heavy makeup on your face, for your entire skin was on fire. The Emperor walked by your side, daintily holding a leash that clipped to a collar around your neck. The deep red robe that wrapped around your nubile body had a neckline that plunged down to your belly button. The message was clear: you were Minghao’s and he was here to show it off.

You kept your head straight, refusing to stare in Seungcheol’s direction. It would only hurt you to see the shame on his face, to see you paraded around as the Emperor’s new concubine. Seungcheol would never know that you had done it for him, to keep him safe, and you meant to keep it that way. Seungcheol would never stand for you to be the one to take the brunt of a punishment. 

Minghao swept his robes in a dramatic fashion and sat on his throne. You curled up at his feet, more for warmth in the large throne room than anything. “General Choi, report.”

You leaned your head against Minghao’s knee, in order for your hair to shield your face. Minghao’s hand went to the crown of your head, threading his fingers through your loose hair almost subconsciously patting you. It still shamed you to act this way, but it was preferable to the torture of staring at Seungcheol at this moment.

You could tell by the shoes that Seungcheol had approached the throne. His low voice sent energy zooming through your body but you had to contain yourself. Any reaction to the previous love of your life would only serve as your punishment for the both of you. Seungcheol reported of the famine in the south and how the eastern flood had been quelled. The general of Minghao’s army worked only to help the people of the empire because his heart had always been in the right place.

Minghao yawned loudly. He jerked your leash and pulled you up onto his lap. “Lord Wen, please tell me there is a feast or banquet I can look forward to, I am bored to tears with this talk of the small people.”

Junhui bowed deeply and began to prattle off on the social calendar. And that’s when Minghao’s hand found its way inside your robe. His well manicured nails circled your areola, making your nipple tighten with stimulation. You schooled your features but the tea you had drank earlier was taking effect. Your breathing became quickened as Minghao played with your nipple in front of the entire court. And when he flicked it, the tiny, pitiful moan that escaped your lips was scandalous. 

Junhui’s prattling faltered, but Minghao motioned for him to continue. Your gaze eventually drifted over to Seungcheol and that was a mistake. His eyes were burning with anger and his fists were tight at his side. Your heart went out to him and you wished you could stop what was about to unfold but you knew the result would only be in Seungcheol’s death.

Your glance cost you the rest of your dignity for Minghao’s hand was now fully massaging your breast, tempting and teasing and working you up. And when Junhui was done with his list of social gatherings and plans until the next full moon, Minghao released you and you sat back down at his feet. Except now your body was burning with need. You had only thoughts of Minghao taking you in your room; only, it was hours before the court meeting was adjourned. It took everything in you to not mount Minghao right there on the throne.

How you managed to keep your spine straight and your eyes to the front as Minghao walked you out of the throne room deserved recognition but alas you would get none of that. The minute the door to your room closed, Minghao was winding the leash around his hand until you came face to face with your Emperor.

“Did you see how angry Seungcheol was?” Minghao said in a melodic voice, “It was perfect.”

“Your highness,” You panted, hands digging into his lapels. Your lower lips were soaked with your slick and your body ached for more attention.

Minghao’s slow smirk was answer enough. You hated how your stomach dipped, shame and desire flooding your senses. “Did that little display heat you up, pretty flower of mine?”

“Please,” You whimpered, wetting your lips and standing on your tiptoes to press your lips to his.

Minghao placed a finger in between your lips to halt you and you whined at being denied yet again. The tea you were dutifully drinking, the pretty one with the blooming passion flower that drove your sexual desires into overdrive, was working its magic. Minghao always wanted you wet and panting for him. “Sit on the bed, pet.”

The emperor instructed you to lay back on your bed. You lifted your robes until your bare cunt was on display. He bid you to spread your legs, and your lower lips, revealing to him just how much you craved him. He knelt between your thighs, if only to place a chaste kiss on your mound. When you cried out, denied any more stimulating sensations, his tongue came out for a sharp, kitten lick directly to your clit and then he moved up your body.

Minghao’s eyes became hooded, his broad shoulders looming over you in the lantern light. “I’m sure he gave you soft moments but nothing more than that.” He was referring to Seungcheol, of course. “But you--” Minghao paused to pull open your robe aggressively, so that your breasts bounced free for him, “--delight in my roughness.”

Mingho sunk into your heat as he gripped both of your breasts in each hand. He pinched and tugged your nipples, fighting to get every last inch of his cock inside of you. You were mewling and arching your back into touches, drinking it all in. The emperor owned your body but he also made you crave his.

“If he only knew how you call out my name in the darkness of night and the first light of the day. How you can only be satisfied by me and me alone. Wouldn’t he be angry, my pet?” Minghao continued to taunt you.

You wrapped your legs around Minghao’s waist, enjoying the grind of his pelvis against yours. You needed more! More of him, more of the pleasure he provided, anything to wipe away the thoughts of your sweet love. 

Minghao abandoned your breasts, content in watching them bounce as he fucked you. Instead, he pressed one hand to your stomach and held one at your hip. “Such a tiny thing, I can feel my cock pressing against your stomach. And yet you somehow manage to take all of me every time. Is it because you’re the perfect little flower, just for me?”

You let out a wanton moan as you feel your climax begin to build. “Your highness--” You choke out.

“Say my name, pet,” Minghao cooed, correcting you.

“Mi-minghao,” You stuttered as his thrusting became rougher and deeper. 

“Again,” He said in that flowing, melodic voice. 

“Minghao!” You cried out once again.

“You’re insatiable for me,” Minghao grunted, the squelch of your pussy speaking for itself. “I’ll fuck you full of my seed, get you plump with a baby, and then fuck you some more. All for my satisfaction to watch your love fail. How exquisite.”

The two of you came together, tongues engaged in a lazy tango, lust swirling in your gut still, even after one orgasm. You knew that Minghao would not be sated with one orgasm, his seed already spilling out of you, but you were also sure that you could do with a few more yourself. 

You pushed Minghao to his back, his long black hair flaring around his delicate face prettily and the emperor chuckled. “What’s this, pretty flower?” he smiled, “Still cock hungry for me?”

You drew your nails down his chest, satisfied when a low groan left his mouth. “You didn’t torture me in front of your lords only to fuck me once, Your Highness.”

“That’s my pet,” Minghao purred.

A clearing of a voice near the door interrupted your lust-cloud moment. “Sorry to intrude, Your Highness, but the general has been standing out here for a quite while now…”

The guard finished his sentence lamely and all the blood drained from your face. Had Seungcheol been there the entire time? Had he heard how you begged for it, how you enjoyed it, how you looked for more…?

You glared down at Minghao, who was still deep inside of you. He smiled up at you with a kitty-cat like satisfied smirk. “Tell the General I’ve changed my mind. I’ll speak to him another time, perhaps.”

Your heart ached as heavy footsteps could be heard leading away from your room. You had to remind yourself that you did this for him, despite how much you were breaking his heart. 

Minghao, however, would not let you dwell on your thoughts. “Come, pretty flower, show me once again how sweet your cunt can be for me.” special thanks to @starlitmark for making my revenge fics look so pretty 😍

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #cultofdionysusnet #svt smut #svt minghao smut #minghao smut #the8 smut #revember=revenge+november #seventeen x reader #minghao x reader #topaz's work

[dilftaroooo]

a lil something for my black gorls bc apparently every reader in this fandom is fair skinned </3

oh lord ghost turns into holy spirit bc of how much he worships u and yo body goodness gracious (i am so sorry father god 💀🧎🏽‍♀️). got carried away. p.s. yall i haven’t written anything in a hot minute so this small thirst might be raggedy as hell (my coochie was doin the thinking)

tags: smut + afab reader + ghost loves you sm + just as much as u love him + finger lickin good pussy eatin + body worship + slight dumbification + i was planning on making him rough with u but then i went soft :) + p power + piv sex + barely proofread + im so sleepy i’ll probably edit the format later + forgot how much i fucking hate tumblr’s editing antics.

You had lost count already. How many times you came to be exact. Has it gone up to Two? Three? Yeah—three. At least that’s what you think. Well—you suppose thinking is starting to become more and more of a rare luxury considering the state you were in—dazed and stupid. Eyes decorated with a red glow from the tears that spilled from them along with a glossy sheen that finished the look.

Subtle hints of wet mascara slid down the apples of your cheeks as Ghost’s fingers delve deep within your wet entrance. His digits were more than acquainted to the slimy ridges that lived inside of you. He graciously pets your most sensitive spots with the utmost care, making your pussy scream as his moist lips kisses your bothered clit as though he’s cooing it to sleep. His tender nature juxtaposes the foreboding gleam of his skull mask and dark eyes drowning in war paint.

It’s those eyes. The ones that made you shiver and whine whenever they catch sight of you. The ones that glare under dim, yellow lights when you inevitably made him jealous. Enough to make them turn green. The ones that form crescent moons whenever he reminds you how much he loves you (the mild appearance of crow’s feet adorning the outer corners). Those eyes—

God, those big fucking eyes.

Sweat makes your melanin coated skin glisten, emitting a warm glow that send tingles up Ghost’s spine. He can feel the goosebumps covering his body as you inadvertently arch your back, pushing your warm sex up against his upper lip, making him groan into your sensitive nub. Your core tighten once more, your pedicured toes stretched across the apex of his back, polish chipped and damaged from irritation, the power of your orgasm jolting you with a hot flash.

Now it's your fourth time.

Brown areolas raise up and down from your big breaths, in the process of coming down from that high you’ve encountered just a second ago. But Ghost doesn’t know rest as he gorges your nipple in his mouth, adoring the quick yelp escaping your lips.

“Ah, Ghost…” You say with kind fragility. Your palms lightly tap his shoulder. Not telling him to stop but telling him to slow down. It was too much. His hands caressed your naked curves. He loved admiring your body. Taking the time to relish just how gorgeous you really are—from head to toe:

Your cornrows styled in intricate parts, freshly layered with the tropical smell of coconuts. Skin gleaming with the overly used shea butter that rarely missed a day off your body. Lips full and plump and coated with that cherry chapstick he loves to taste. Your breast were round and soft to the touch. And your pussy—Fuck, that pussy shined with your juices. Juices he created from fucking you silly with his fingers.

Ghost wasn’t a religious man. He never was. But of all the possible religions out there, your pussy was the one he worshiped the most.

He loved this pussy. Kneeled for this pussy. Prayed for this pussy.

Your being was his shrine and your name was his mantra. He couldn’t get enough of you and your light touches and gentle praises. Ghost couldn’t find more ways to thank you for your existence.

He releases your nipple with a soft pop and utters a voice lower than you’ve ever heard him use, “I need you, love.” You don’t take long to nod with evident fervor. Languidly aiding him in unbuckling his pants and releasing him from those tight restraints.

“I need you,” He repeats. “need that soaking wet cunt.” His Mancunian accent is thick and laced with desire when his mouth spewed that last word. You let go of a wanting mewl before spreading the dark, puffy lips that lead to your sopping wet hole. Just what he wanted.

You both moan in unison as you both get what you want. His hand engulfed yours and you’re quickly reminded of how big he is. His fingers are long and thick. Your legs twitch as you remember how they feel rubbing inside you. He leisurely finds his way deep in your sex. Your tightness pains him in the way that he likes. Leaning down to grunt into your ear, nose filled with that familiar coconut scent, you clench around him when his teeth bites down at the shell of your ear.

He loves you. He loves you so much—your hair, your eyes, your lips, your smile, your voice, your taste, your scent. You’re wonderful. Breathtaking. Beautiful. So so beautiful. He’s so glad he has you. That you’re in his arm moaning so prettily for him. And its almost unbelievable to him that you think of him the same way he thinks of you.

Once your breathing gets heavier and his thrusts gets sloppier and your eye starts twitching, you both finally succumb to the hot rush of pleasure. You don’t object to his heavy weight toppling over you after he fills you up (you encourage it with a hug despite how heavy he is). It feels good—laying like this. So intimate. You pet the back of his head taking in his warmth. Time passes before he slowly looks up at you, his eyes the same temperature as both of your bodies meshed together, and he suddenly states,

“That’s your fifth one, doll.” And you can’t help the quiet snicker that leaves you before giving him a playful slap to his arm, telling him to shut up. You somehow manage to catch a small glimpse of him rolling his eyes beneath that inky mask of his. This was intimate indeed. You finish off the night with a kiss to his forehead and you felt your heart flutter when he answered with a subdued hum.

#ghost x reader #ghost simon riley #mw2 smut #cod x reader #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 smut #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #ghost mw2 #black reader

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Bitten

Pairing: Vampire!Shanks x AFAB!reader

Warnings: NSFW, biting, this got graphic fast, doggie, oral (fem receiving) P in V, fingering, cum drinking, squirting, feeding, groping, aftercare, overstimulation,

It was the night of the full moon, and it wasn't just any full moon, it was a blood moon. Most of the red hair pirates had gone to bed, in fear of a superstition that the blood moon was an ill omen that brought out the monsters in men's hearts. Only you, Shanks and Benn were awake past lights out to view the celestial spectacle.

"Careful there sweetheart, you might not want to lean on the railing right now. One stray wave, and you'll go straight into the drink." Benn rumbled from his lounge chair on by the mast.

You stood up straight and grumbled, "I've fallen overboard before, and you didn't have a problem bringing me back up."

"Yeah, but that was during the daytime when we could see, if you fall in and don't come up then you are as good as gone." Benn retorted, flicking the ash off the tip of his cigarette into the breeze. "And when the rest of the crew was awake to help."

You rolled your eyes playfully, "fine, fine," and strolled over and plopped down on the couch Shanks was sitting on. The red head wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled your back against his side. Shanks kissed the crown of your head and mumbled, "wise choice love, we wouldn't want to wake the crew, or worst lose you."

Your hands gripped his forearm as you got into a comfortable position. The warmth of his body seeped into your skin as you relaxed against him.

"If you were gone, I'd have to find someone else to tease for my amusement." Shanks added, before his lips danced over your neck. A shrill squeak ripped from your throat at the tickling feeling, you tried to escape him, but the tightly muscled arm around you just tightened.

"Benn! Help me." You whined, "Your boss is being mean to me."

"You're fine, he doesn't bite... Well t least not often," Benn replied, leaning back in his chair and taking a drag off the cigarette held between his fingers.

You glared at him out of the corner of your eye and growled, "he might not, but I do." You twisted behind you and sink your teeth in Shanks's neck. The tall man groaned, "oh fuck, darling." His hand slide down and squeezed your breast, making you moan around the mouthful of his hot skin. His breath fanned over your shoulder as a chuckle rumbled in his chest, "I didn't know you liked biting, I must admit that I usually prefer to be the one doing the biting, but don't mind indulging you."

"If you two are going to go any further, fuck off to your own room, and let me enjoy this night by myself." Benn growled.

Shanks chuckled, "so you don't want to watch? How unlike you, but fine." He shifted his hold around you and picked you up. Purely out of spite you refused to release your bite, as he carried you below deck. He kicked open the door to his room, the carmine colored moon light poured in from the large bay windows, making your partner's usually very cozy room quite eerie. As he made his way over to the large bed in the center of the room, the smell of your captain flooded your nose making you quite giddy. Shanks plopped both of you down onto his plush bed. "Are you gonna let go, love?" Shanks huffed, dragging you to the head of the bed. When you didn't let go, Shanks's hand dove up your shirt, and he yanked on your nipple. The yelp he pulled from you allowed him to pull away, he reared up and sat on his heels. His brown eyes took in your form, before focusing on your chest. He pushed your shirt up until it bunched at your collar bone and circled his thumb in a soothing manner over the bud he had been rough with.

"There we go, now my turn." Shanks purred before diving at your chest, nipping and sucking at the skin around your areola. His stubble leaving a pleasant burning sensation in his wake that made heat pool between. You gasped and squirmed, trying to rub your thighs together for some relief when Shanks pried your legs apart and laid himself between them. "Oh no, no, no, you don't get to pleasure yourself, only I get that honor." Shanks whispered as he rested his chest against yours, sinking you deeper into the crimson covers of his bed. He hummed in amusement as he trailed his nose from your chest up to your neck and his hand gripped your wrist and pinned it above your head.

"Shanks, please kiss me." You panted, while trying to tilt your hips, so you could grind against his stomach.

The look he gave you was almost feral, but he made no move to kiss you. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you..." He said, suddenly quite serious, all traces of lust gone from his voice. "Bust I'm worried it might scare you off."

You scoffed, "darling, I've seen you behead a man, there are very few things that you could tell me that would scare me off."

"Even if I told you I'm not human anymore?" He asked, "and that I need something besides normal food to survive?"

You frowned, and searched his eyes only to find that no deceit in them. "What do you need to survive?"

A hesitance overtook your brave companion, giving him pause before he responded, "blood."

"I still love you even if you are a vampire, because you're still you..." you cooed, finger combing his hair back with your free hand, before adding, "wait is that right, you're a vampire?"

He let out a relieved shuddering breath, and nodded his head.

"But why tell me about this now?" You asked, "are you hungry, is that it?"

Shanks shook his head momentarily before cocking it to the side and replying, "Well, I ate on the island, but I'm still feeling a little peckish. And while normally I would ignore it, this blood moon is making it hard to ignore."

You giggled, "So what you're telling me is you want a dessert, baby?"

He grinned and pressed a kiss to the column of your throat, as he replied, "absolutely, and I figured you would be delectable."

"Perhaps, but don't you think I'd be even better after a few orgasms? When my blood would be a cocktail of hormones?" You sighed, trailing your fingers from his hair, down to his jaw, and lifting his chin to make him look at you. As he gazed up at you his pupils widened before narrowing into a slit like a cat's eyes and red flooded his iris.

A low growl rumble shook his chest, making your own rib cage vibrate. "I don't know, but I'd love to try it out."

"Then get to work," You commanded softly, and pecked a gentle kiss onto his chapped lips.

Shanks lunged forward, slamming his kips to yours while his hand gripped the collar of your shirt and tore it down the middle. And before you could complain he huffed, "relax, I'll buy you new ones," before parting your lips with his tongue.

You slid your trousers off for him because you did not want them ripped. "No panties or bra tonight? What a naughty thing you are." Shanks quipped as he pulled away, to undress himself. You decided then to tease him, and dipped your hand between your legs, running your fingers through your folds and around your clit. He hungrily watched you lift your hand to show him how wet they were. He stumbled over his pants crawling back on the bed, trying to get back on the bed. Shanks kicked them off as he shoved your fingers into his mouth. Laving his hot tongue around each digit to suck them clean.

You used your other hand to take a handful of his hair and guide his head between your legs. Shanks did not need any more encouragement to latch his mouth onto your clit, sucking like his life depended on it. When you gasped out his name, he moved down to your sopping cunt, and lapped up as much of your slick as possible. His tongue greedily dipping inside you, sucking gently as your walls to drink up more of what you had to offer. Shanks's eyes remained locked on your face the entire time, making sure you could see him swallowing.

As his jaw grew tired, he pulled away, and replaced his mouth with his hand. Stroking your clit with rough pad of his thumb while his long fingers scissored and curled inside of you. Shanks watched you with rapt attention as he wound the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter. "Come on, come on, give me something to drink love." He barked, while you bucked up into his hand.

"It's close!... But not enough. I need both!" You cried, digging your nails into the wooden head of the bed.

A rough growl bubbled in his throat, before he latched his mouth over your clit and shook his head while thrusting his fingers into the spongy wall that always made your toes curl. The coil in you suddenly snapped, but pressure kept building inside you. You wailed out as every nerve in you sang in pleasure, bucking your hips uncontrollably until the pressure in you burst, all over Shanks's face. He quickly cupped his mouth over your cunt as you squirted, gulping down your cum like he hadn't drunk in a month.

When your head stopped spinning, allowing you to regain awareness, Shanks was kissing his way up your belly. He hummed, "And now for the main course," and suddenly the world spun around you, and you were now face down in his sheets. His big hands gripped your hips, and he hauled you, so you were ass up. Shanks guided his fat cock between your folds, and stroked himself to make sure he was well lubricated. He ignored your pleas of urgency, as he gripped the base of his dick and slapped the sticky head against your clit. "Patience love, wouldn't want to hurt you one accident." He purred, before pushing himself inside. The stretch made you gasp his name, and arch your back for him more.

"Go ahead and set the pace darling," Shank ordered, hands gripping your hips and urging you backwards. And set the pace you did, leaning back on your knees and putting your back into slapping your hips against his. He eventually started to meet you halfway, with thrusts of his own. It didn't take him long to pull another explosive orgasm out of you, one that didn't stop. Each one of his thrusts had you gushing and clenching around him. You were absolutely cock drunk, and unable to do more than let him use you like a cock sleeve, and babble things like declarations of love and praise him for how good he was fucking you. Which shifted as his thrusts grew sloppier, to please for him to fill you with his cum.

Your cries were cut off when he wrapped his hand around your neck, and he hauled you up on your knees. Each thrust was harder than the last, as he got closer to his own orgasm. Finally, cumming when his fangs sinking into the soft flesh of your neck as he released his load deep inside you. Your eyes rolled back, and you came again, as you felt his warmth spread in what you could swear was your womb. His hips still pumping into you, to milk what was left of his orgasm. You could hear him gulping down your blood, as you rode out the aftershocks of pleasure that wracked your body. When Shanks felt full, he pulled away and let you go, unaware how lost in the sauce you were. That is until he watched you fall forward, into the puddle of your own cum that had formed on his sheets. He smirked as you slowly slid off his cock, and cum around nothing, releasing a gush of fluid and cum.

"Are you good?" He asked, sliding his hand up your back in what he thought was a soothing manner. Only for you to arch away from his touch with a whine. "Was it that good?"

"Yes, and I'm still sensitive." You panted, trying to crawl away from him.

Shanks pulled you back under him, and pushed away the damp hair that stuck to your forehead. "is there anything I can do for you?"

"Water." You groaned hoarsely, "Fuck my mouth is dry."

"I imagine, I'll be right back" Shanks chuckled.

"Put on pants!"

"No."

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[marc-spectorr]

J,t,v for the nsfw alphabet

With The moon boys?

i apologize for going overboard with this one theres literally 1k words here 🌝

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

steven: there have been one or two times where steven needed to relieve himself at work after seeing the spicy photos you’d sent to him as a tease. the second his break starts, he's rushing to the restroom that receives the least amount of foot traffic. he locks himself in the furthest stall, quickly fumbling with his pants and boxers as he pulls up the images of you on his phone. he's harshly biting down the collar of his shirt to suppress the moans pouring out of him, his free hand pumping his cock hard and fast until he's spilling all over his palm and fingers. before steven cleans it up though, he shakily takes a picture of the mess he's made and texts it back to you.

marc: marc jerks off seldom. honestly, he'd rather experience an orgasm with you than give himself one bc it's simply not as satisfying. but ofc there would be days when he's away on a mission, and you're not there to take care of him, so he has to do it all on his own. it starts with a phone call, and you can tell almost immediately from his voice how strung up he is. how much he wants and needs you. you guide marc the whole time, telling him exactly what to do and where to touch himself. spit on your hand, tug at your balls, work yourself slow and steady, add a twist on the down stroke just the way you like it, baby— he heeds every instruction given, even if your sultry voice is all but a hazy whisper in his ear. once you order him to cum, that's when he does. and god, it might not feel as amazing as finishing inside of you, but it's close enough.

jake: when the mood suddenly strikes him, and he has no passengers in his taxi, jake will pull into an empty alleyway, shutting the engine and lights off. he doesn't get to see you till later that morning to pick you up at the end of your overnight shift. even then, he won't initiate anything, knowing you're too tired for sex. so jacking off in the car would have to do for now. with his aching cock in his fist, he thinks of the last time he fucked you in this cab. squeezing his eyes shut, he could hear the sounds of your whimpers and pleas in his head as he railed you into those leather seats. it doesn't take long until he reaches his peak, too lost in his pleasure that he almost forgets to grab a tissue from the glove compartment and cums into it. he hates it when he ends up staining his seats.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

steven: expanding more on the steven tiddie worship asks yesterday,,, steven comes home one day and finds a package addressed to you from a sex toy company, and it piqued his interest, to say the least. you don't tell him straight away what it is you'd bought, only finding out later that evening after his clothes have been torn off and he's lying in bed, all whiny and needy. steven's eyes grow wide when you finally show him what you'd purchased— nipple clamps. he feels something cold being fitted securely over his right areola, then his left. a metallic chain rests on his now heaving chest, and he moans at the numbing pressure on his nipples. the sensation leaves steven a writhing mess under you, and he hopes he remembers to thank you afterward for introducing him to this.

marc: soon after marc brought up the idea, you'd quickly place an order for it. a strap-on. pegging was something that took him a lot of courage to ask, and he was quite relieved when you were keen on giving it a try. while waiting for the strap-on to arrive, you spent days prepping him for anal penetration, rimming him, using your fingers and plugs. the sensation was unlike any other, and when it's time for the actual pegging, he loses his goddamn mind. not only did marc find it sexy watching you fuck his peachy ass, but the added stimulation also has him crying out wantonly. in the end, his body is literally left shaking as waves of pleasure overtake him, and he swears that he has never come this hard in his life.

jake: jake buys you a pair of vibrating panties for your birthday, and it's both the best and worst fucking thing ever. he makes you wear it during dinner that night, the remote control tucked inside the front pocket of his pants for easy access. he's a little shit with it, too, turning up the vibrations when the waitress takes your orders, and she notices how flustered you are in your seat. he kicks it up a notch after your food arrives, a smirk curling devilishly on his lips as your trembling fingers reach for your wine glass. by dessert, you're on the verge of an orgasm, and jake's enjoying this way too much. he cranks it to the highest setting as soon as you return to the car, making you come so hard that a scream tears at your throat, alerting passersby outside.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

steven: steven is the most vocal out of the three. he loves to talk, especially during sex. he's always checking on you regularly, ensuring that what he's doing is all alright. when steven's balls deep inside of you, he doesn't hold back his sounds. he knows how much you get turned on just by hearing his soft groans and breathy whines. sometimes, he's even louder than you are, so loud that it disturbs your neighbors next door, but neither of you could bring yourself to care. 

marc: when you first started sleeping together, marc was pretty quiet. he'd occasionally let out punctured gasps and shallow grunts while expertly pounding in and out of you but usually kept his noises subdued. after a while and with a bit of encouragement however, he lets his guard down and allows you to hear how good you make him feel. marc loves showering you with praises, murmuring into your skin how well you take his cock, how wet and tight you are as he drills into you. his moans tend to crescendo the closer he is to his climax, and when he finally cums, your name leaves his lips in a broken whimper.

jake: one word. feral. that's the most accurate word for it, for the sounds jake makes when he's fucking you into oblivion. he's cursing and growling and snarling into the air, hissing out your name when he feels you clench around him like a vice. when he's quiet, it's on purpose. he wants you and him to listen to the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh that floods the bedroom walls. your favorite thing??? it has to be when jake is slamming into you from behind, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing your head back with his mouth a hair's breath away from your ear. in a low mutter, he tells you in spanish how you're his— and only, his. and you believe that.

✨ thirsty talk weekend ✨

#asks #anon #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #thirsty talk

[hentyehottie]

Sesshomaru x Black!Fem Chubby OC

word count : 7.5k

c/w: biting, mating, fingering, oral (m&f receiving) outdoor sex, Sesshomaru is a peeping Tom 😭, Sesshomaru’s inner beast makes a slight appearance

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It was just like the careless Neko to leave herself vulnerable in the middle of the forest.

The Inu shook his head, masking his youki and sliding right into her barrier. Undetected, he stood behind a tree, his eyes on the little Neko for the longest, since before she had even began to bathe. Now that he had confirmed it was actually her, his beast was raging, and he wanted out.

‘Mate.’

Normally, he would have let her be, she posed no threat and he did not want to seem lecherous and invade her privacy. He was no perverted scoundrel, but the Inu was almost certain he’d never see the woman again, since she had practically disappeared once before.

Though she bathed here often, whenever he’d pickup on her scent, it’d always be too late and even his immaculate senses could never trace her.

His beast raged inside him, and Sesshomaru fought hard to remain in control. The sight of her bare body emerging from the water was truly a sight to behold. He watched as she slicked her curly hair out of her face, midnight blue locks resting just at the underside of her buttocks, and slowly shriveling up to the mid of her back.

He was surprised that she had let it get so long, the last he remembered, she hated the maintenance of having long hair. Her hair was different, much different from his or anyone else’s outside of her clan, but that was the beauty of it.

Splitting her hair in half, she ran her hands through one of the large chunks of hair, lathering and removing any knots or tangles with a small comb, before doing the same to the other side.

Sesshomaru could watch this for hours, entranced by his Kitten’s beauty. Dunking herself under the water she emerged again, slicking her hair back the same way she did earlier.

Her cinnamon colored skin dripping wet and glowing under the bright full moon was absolutely stunning.

Her breasts were large and had a natural sag to them. Her areolas were a bit large as well, but complemented the size well, and Sesshomaru couldn’t help but wonder how the fleshy mounds would feel in his monstrous hands.  

She was a bit plump too, now carrying weight like a fully matured woman. Sesshomaru didn’t mind either, he just seen it as more of her to love…and caress and fondle.

‘She’s probably soft.’

Sesshomaru shook those thoughts out of his mind, feeling as though he’d somehow been influenced by that lecherous monk in his half-brother’s pack. But either way, he’d know by the time he was through with her.

The treasure between her thighs held a patch of blue hair, neatly shaped and groomed, yet still full. Her thighs were thick and her hips shapely and smooth. His kitten had the perfect body, the Inu’s mouth nearly watered at the idea of seeing her fattened up with his pups.

Her natural scent smelt of Sakura Blossoms and sugar cane, both fresh and organic. A scent he hadn’t smelt in what felt like centuries. A scent he had come to long for from the first time he had smelled it.

He could now smell hints of raw honey from her cleaning balms entangled within her natural scent as well, she didn’t smell as if she’d been doused in perfumes and fragrances, which his sensitive senses deeply appreciated.

A blur of white flew past her before wrapping itself around her and lifting her out of the water and placing her on her feet only a few inches away from the Inu.

The Neko let out a frightened gasp, as potent purple poison began to seep out of her claws, melting holes in the boulder the droplets landed on. She was ready to sink her claws into what she thought was a lesser demon, until she felt the luscious fur brush against her thighs. She had only felt fur that soft once before, and it had also almost gotten her wrist snapped by a particular demon prince, at the time.

“Fast, but not fast enough, Kitten.”

Just a simple sentence had brought back so many memories from back when they used to train together. There stood the said prince, now Lord, who reigned over the very lands she stood on. Older and as dashing as ever, she took in the looks of her childhood love interest. Time had clearly been good to him. She thought to herself.

“Was the effort I put forth in training you all in vain?” The Neko was at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing a few times, yet she stood still unable to form a coherent sentence. He reached a clawed hand to her face, caressing her soft skin and running his thumb over her full, pouty lips.

The Kitten he knew had a tongue as sharp as a blade and faster than a whip, yet here she was, quiet as a mouse. Had he sought the wrong Neko?

“Suki?”

The Neko demoness gave him a slight nod, just as shocked as he. Time stood still as the Inu studied his findings. He grasped her face between his thumb and pointer, tilting her head side to side, stopping to slide a lock of her hair between his fingers. He very well knew it was her, his senses would never deceive him, but he just felt as though he needed the assurance.

He pulled her into him, burying his face into the crook of her neck breathing in her scent. 

“Suki.” His tone of voice was different the second time he said her name. Full of assurance and something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Lust, maybe?

Sesshomaru fought for control as his world began to bleed red. He would not risk frightening her soon in their reunion. His eyes were tinged a slight crimson, yet his irises remained their usual honey-amber color.

“S-Sesshomaru?” She questioned. She knew it was him, his dark aura flared outrageously, so strong that she thought it’d smother her. She ran her thumb over the magenta stripes on his face, the velvety texture differential from the smoothness of his pale skin.

“Sesshomaru.” She said again, more confidently.

He hadn’t expected the Neko to address him with honorifics. She almost never did when it was just the two of them, and as much as he’d threatened her, she insisted on calling ‘Fluffy’ the wretched nickname she had bequeathed upon him after sneaking a stroke of his pelt when they were younger.

“Time has been good to you, Kitten.“ He hadn’t spoken to, or even seen his Kitten in years, it almost didn’t feel real. With her cheeks tinted red, she gave him a small smile at the compliment and the nickname he used to call her so long ago. “I can say the same for you, Fluffy, still as handsome as I remember.”

“But enough of this,” She grabbed his hand and pulled it away from her face. “What are you doing here? How did you make it past my barrier, and why did you just bombard my bath like that?” She was told that he had gone on an expedition to the eastern lands, however, what she didn’t know was when he’d be returning. Apparently he had returned earlier that morning and was well rested enough to have began patrolling his lands.

The Demon Lord chuckled, which made Suki’s eyes widen. She hadn’t heard him laugh since their childhood and she had honestly forgotten what that even sounded like.

“Foolish Neko, you dare call that a barrier? Did you, my little Kitten, think you were capable of materializing a barrier that is impenetrable against someone of great power such as myself?” Although his tone remained the same, she could clearly tell he was boasting.

Suki rolled her eyes, hating how the Inu lived to stroke his own ego. “You are lucky it was I who stumbled upon you, and not some blood thirsty-.”

“And you, Sesshomaru, are not blood thirsty?”

He wrapped his large hand around her throat, giving a deterrent squeeze. “Neko, I’d be wary of such attitude. Not only are you trespassing, but you fix your tongue to speak out of term to me as well.”

Arousal flooded her scent and a warm wetness flooded between her thighs.

She swatted his hand away from her, rolling her eyes. She had hoped to put a little bit of distance between them but his pelt felt like a ten ton chain wrapped around her, the heavy fur keeping her in place.

“Okay, I understand these are your lands, but trespassing? I have made this spring my designated bath place ages ago.”

“If I hadn’t seen it for myself, I’d deem you a liar. Who knew you filthy Neko actually bathed.” Sesshomaru said as he began to remove his armor. His haori was next to go, the beautiful white silk falling unceremoniously to the ground, revealing his chiseled abdomen and beautiful magenta markings.

She knew that was the demon Lords attempt at humor, and if it wasn’t a jab at her own kind, she may have been a little amused.

Suki gasped. “Well I’m sure anyone with a functioning nose would smell the stench of an Inu before a Neko. You little flea ridden whelp,” She began to wring the water from her dark blue locks, as the water began to drip down her back, soaking his mokomoko-sama, on purpose, in the process.

She gasped as the pelt unraveled itself from around her, covering her backside but baring her front to the demon lord’s hungry gaze. He almost couldn’t believe that his beast had taken so long to sought out the little Neko, however, seeing her in front of him, bare naked and dripping wet, justified it all. She literally radiated beauty, as she always had, but seeing her now a woman and fully matured, really did something to him.

“And I’ll have you know, our kind are able to keep clean without baths, I simply choose to bathe because I enjoy thoroughly cleansing my hair often.” She ended her rant with a ‘hmph’, folding her arms across her breasts, pushing them up and unknowingly accentuating her delicious cleavage.

“Apparently you enjoy basking under the moonlight completely bare as well. Were you waiting on a lesser demon to come take you by force, or did you know I’d be patrolling my lands this very night, and was anticipating that I would?” He questioned, taking a step closer. His tall stature dwarfed her exceptionally as the Inu was a good three or four heads taller than her and although he was very slender, he did still have a muscular build and toned physique.

“Oh please, I am more than able to defend myself against lesser demons, however I bathe in this spring because no demon is crazed enough to wreak havoc upon your lands, why not use that to my advantage? Plus, I was aware that you were on an expedition to the East. All I wanted was to cleanse myself, not be harrassed by a horny little dog boy in heat.”

The Inu gave her a slight smirk, and Suki could feel the chills creeping down her spine. Sesshomaru hardly ever smiled, but when he did, it was usually at his opponents before he ended their lives. Now he was here smiling at her, and Suki didn’t know whether to feel honored or afraid for her life.

“Be not a fool Kitten, there is nothing little or boyish about this Sesshomaru.” In an instant he was right behind her, his large bulge pressing against the arch of her behind.

Suki gasped. There was nothing little about the demon lord, indeed. Not his ego, not his beast and certainly not his member.

“Such prestigious, pure demon blood flowing through your veins, yet, you are as weak and frail as the next human wench.” The Neko wasn’t weak at all, although her power didn’t equal his, it was enough to rival his own.

“Weak?!” She fought hard to break free from his grasp, eager to show him just how weak she was.

The Neko gasped as his large, clawed hands began to trail up her torso, his right moved to cup her left breast and the left tangling in her long midnight blue locks, pulling her head back to bare her neck to himself.

He lathed his long tongue over her mating glands, pulling a deep moan from the depths of her and turning her body into putty in his hands.

“Yes weak. You won’t even attempt to fight me, yet I can hear your heart racing. Do you fear me, or do you just want me to fuck you that badly.” He teased, smirking at her frowning face. Sesshomaru just loved how his insults got her so riled up.

‘Yes, mate wants us. She craves us.’

Sesshomaru’s beast was on the verge of insanity. Since he was usually occupied with his studies and leading his lands, there was never much time for Sesshomaru to involve himself in sexual activity. It had been a good while since he had bedded a woman, and he needed this release. The way she allowed him to bare her neck like so, the Neko was far too gone and needed to be fucked like a bitch in heat.

Suki sighed, sucking up her pride and deciding to disregard his comment, for now.

“Sesshomaru, please don’t tease me, I have no desire to be the target of your arrogance.” She tried to keep her voice steady but her tone was laced with neediness. “So if you came here to play, I decline and I’ll be taking my le-.”

Suki’s breath hitched in her throat when the Inu slid two of his slender fingers through her folds. His fingers now coated in her essence as he rubbed back and forth over her bud of nerves.

She was practically begging him to have his way with her and Sesshomaru gladly took the hint. It had been years since she had been touched by him, or anyone for that matter, as he was her last lover.

Kami, she loved his fingers. He knew exactly which spots to rub and every single time he flicked her bud, her knees weakened.

“Kitten do you give this Sesshomaru permission to fuck you?”

Her breath hitched in her throat.

“Even though I am a Neko?” Suki pointed out.

“Remember, dogs don’t like cats.” It was something he often told her when they were younger, blatantly shutting down any thoughts she may have had about him actually being attracted to her.

Truth is, Sesshomaru was madly attracted to her, as was his beast and whenever he relieved himself, he often found himself thinking of her. He had simply told her that little lie to keep her focused on their studies and training. It was shocking to see hear she still remembered such trivial words.

“I am not a dog, Kitten, but of descent. But if that is how you see me, then so be it. I have no issue with Neko’s, however, I’ve heard that cats make damn great snacks, I may test that theory.” The Inu smirked, running his tongue along the shell of her ear.

“You’re going t-to eat me?” The Neko gasped, causing him to roll his amber colored eyes. The woman was still as dense as she was in her adolescence, but who could blame her, she was sure his demon form made her’s really look like a kitten and he could very well eat her if he so pleased to.

Sesshomaru had no intentions of eating her, at least not in the sense she thought, but he slowly saw himself reconsidering, especially if she continued to annoy him.

“I’m going to do more than just eat you, Neko.” He licked her again, this time her collar bone all the way to the junction between her neck and shoulder. The Inu was playing with fire at this point and the sheer will of his conscience was the only thing keeping him from sinking his teeth into her. She let out a small pant, and he knew then that she had caught his drift.

’We are going to do more indeed, we’re going to breed our little kitty.’ His beast spoke.

“We will not breed her unless we are permitted to, I will not allow you full control.” Arguing with his beast was essentially like arguing with himself, and it was also in fact an argument that he’d never win.

Sure, the Daiyoukai was very skilled at controlling his beast, but he was still an Inu, and sometimes even he couldn’t suppress his Inu instincts.

He felt his little Kitten shift against him as she squeezed her voluptuous thighs together, attempting to mask her arousal. He could smell her greatly, the aroma of her heat was too strong to mask. Her aroused scent smelled amazing, it tempted the Daiyoukai greatly and all he wanted to do was settle between her thighs and ravish her.

It had been forever since he had last touched her, which meant it had been forever since she was last touched. Suki chewed the inside of her cheek, the smell of fear overpowering her scent like a cheap fragrance. “What troubles you Kitten?”

“What will happen once I’ve given myself to you? Will I just be thrown aside and left a second time, will you continue to pretend that we were never friends, lovers even.”

‘Friends.’ The Demon Lord raised his brow. He did consider the Neko a friend long ago. Though he was very headstrong and had this no-nonsense attitude, she had literally forced herself into his life, and since then she had always had this hold on him. She had this appeal about her and he enjoyed their time spent together. The two were almost inseparable before his father met his demise and Sesshomaru grew cold to everyone, even her, causing them to drift apart.

“I cannot foresee the future, Kitten. However, I can assure you, I will not neglect you as I have in the past.”

She gave him a nod. “Then I shall allow you to have me.”

‘Mate, she is so beautiful, we will ravish her.’

His beast spoke to him, eager to rut with the beautiful Neko princess.

He knew his Kitten was timid and pure, as she had always been even back when the two of them were young, but seeing as she remained so bashful, just did something to him and his beast. “Kitten, I am not a gentle lover, but I can assure you that you will receive unmatched pleasure.” His hands caressed her plush body and while his claws were sharp and precise enough to split a strand of hair in two, he was being extremely gentle with her.

“Flu-,” The Inu let out a grunt and she quickly corrected herself. “Sesshomaru, May I..please you first?” She turned to ask him and instead of waiting on his reply, she simply dropped to her knees in front of the male. Sesshomaru raised a brow in question, peering down at the petite woman. “Neko, what are you doing?”

“Let me show you, and I promise you will enjoy it.”

“And if I do not, is this Sesshomaru permitted to punish you?”

The Neko said nothing, but she did give him a cute smile before slowly taking his length into her mouth. She was considerate, and wanted to please him, just what the Inu needed in a mate, but allowing her to take such a sensitive part of him into a mouth that housed fangs and noxious saliva had the Inu a bit skeptical.


‘Kami, when did our kitten become such a good little slut?’

She held his member in her hand, sucking each of his balls into her mouth, left then right, before trailing her tongue up the fat vein on the underside of his cock. The Demon Lord shuddered violently, his legs daring to give out on him at any given moment. She stared up at him, kissing the tip and swirling her tongue around it. Feeling bold she tried to take his entire length into her mouth, the bulbous head lodging deep in her throat, choking the woman a bit. An ambitious little kitten she was, but Sesshomaru figured it’d be more ideal to begin slow.

“Ease your throat, Kitten.” His tone was less taunting and harsh, now more reassuring and truly informal.

Suki resisted the urge to smile and focused on the male’s deep, silky voice advising her. Taking a slow, deep breath, she began to bob her head.

“Go slow and take what you can.” She made sure to keep her teeth raised and away from the Inu’s member as she took more of him into her mouth, twirling her tongue around his head, coating it with her saliva.

That pulled a deep, hearty groan from the male’s lips as he settled his pale hands into her dark hair.

Suki was practically beaming inside, having the demon lord in such a vulnerable position made her feel empowered.

Taking his advice, she began to ease his member down her throat, gagging when she had taken a little more than half of him. Not only was he an exceptional length, he also had quite a bit of girth too. She’d expect nothing less from a full fledged daiyōkai.

She felt Sesshomaru’s grip on her hair tighten as he leaned his head back.

She cupped his balls in her hand and used the other to stroke whatever couldn’t fit in her mouth. He held her hair in his hands, fucking her throat slowly, loving how she swallowed around him every now and then.

“You look so alluring with my cock down your throat, Kitten.” He could see her cheeks tint red as she stared up at him. He made a motion to pull away from her, bucking his hips until more of his cock slid into her moth. Suki’s eyes watered a bit and she continued to fondle his balls, breathing through her nose as he fucked her throat over and over again.

Squeezing his balls in her hand, Suki hollowed her cheeks around the head of his member, sucking hard and sloppily. Soon enough, she was gifted with his essence spurting out into her mouth. The look of contentment on her face as she swallowed his semen made the Inu want to smile.

His taste was sweet, yet tangy, a taste she didn’t mind at all. Coming down from his climax, Sesshomaru couldn’t help but wonder where she had learned such techniques, the thought of his Kitten bringing another man pleasure like that made his blood boil.

“Kitten, where did you learn such an act?”

He kept his hands in her hair, tugging slightly until her eyes met his. The way she stared up at him so submissively made his pride swell and even he couldn’t deny how cute she looked. How she could still portray such innocence even after what they had just done was mind boggling to the Demon Lord.

“I-I’ve never done it before. The hand-maidens in my castle, they share their stories with me. I’ve been dying to try it, but I’ve been too shy to seek out a partner.”

He dropped to his knees kissing her aggressively, sloppily, and probably with a bit more tongue than she could handle. But, the kiss was also filled with so much passion, she didn’t dare pull away. Sesshomaru hadn’t known back then, but he knew now. Suki was his Kitten. His soulmate. He loved her, he’s always loved her and he hated that it took so long for him to realize it.

He broke the kiss, leaving her breathless and flustered. He traveled lower, gazing his fangs over her neck and shifting his head lower until he was able to take on of her nipples into his mouth. Sesshomaru lathed this tongue over the brown bud, rolling the other one between his fingertips, loving the way his Kitten cried out in ecstasy.

The Daiyoukai unlatched from her breast with a small ‘pop’ before shoving her head down onto his fur pelt and keeping her lovely backside positioned upward. Suki opened her mouth to protest his manhandling, but nearly let out a moan as the silky fur brushed against her cheek.

It smelled just like him. Sandalwood and earth.

She began to run her fingertips against it, waiting on the Inu to begin his ministrations. His intentions were to tease her, make her beg for him to mount her, but all that had changed and the tables had turned when she began to stroke his fur lightly.

Sesshomaru began let out soft purrs, so soft that Suki had to hold her breath to hear them. She knew that the fur was alive to some extent—it bled when cut and maneuvered at its Master’s sway. But who knew that the big ball of fluff was also a vessel of pleasure to the male Daiyōkai.

“Kitten, please refrain from touching this one’s Mokomoko-sama.”

What a regal lord he was, he even referred to his fur pelt with honorifics. “But it’s soooo soft.” She retorted, snuggling her face deeper into it.

Shaking his head, he continued with ministrations but not before grabbing both of her arms and pulling them behind her back. Sesshomaru had never stooped to using his mouth to pleasure any woman.

He didn’t feel like any woman he had bedded was worthy of what could be such a talented tongue. But she just looked so delectable spread wide for him like she was, and her alluring scent was drawing him into her.

Suki let out a loud gasp as he went in for his first taste of her sex, drawing a long lick from her clitoris to her opening. She tasted better than he had expected, and Sesshomaru had never tasted anything like it. Yes, his Kitten tasted delectable and right now, he wanted nothing more than to bury his tongue inside of her and keep it there until her juices flowed.

“Kitten, you taste just as divine as you smell.”

Unintentionally, he had let go of her arms and was now using his hands to pull apart her round, full cheeks and bury his tongue deep inside of her. “Oh fuck..” She gasped out when his tongue began to thrust in and out of her tight channel. His tongue was warm, soft and so long that it reached depths her own fingers could not.

Completely over fighting it, Suki fisted the fur of his pelt again, poking her bottom up higher and grinding herself onto his mouth, which didn’t go unnoticed by the Inu. His tongue hungrily lashed at her as he ate her like she was his last meal, sending her into a pleasure fueled frenzy. His lips latched onto her clit and she let out a blissful sigh, tossing her right leg up a bit, curling her toes.

Sesshoumaru loved that his Kitten had finally submitted to him completely. It stroked his pride greatly. He slipped his tongue between her slick lips again, deep inside of her throbbing heat, as deep as he was allowed to go before he used his thumb to gently caress her hind entrance, pulling a deep, lovely moan from his little Kitten’s lips.

He smirked at how such dirty things turned the little Neko on.

He planted his flattened tongue against her clit, dragging it agonizingly slow, all the way until it reached the perineum. Suki’s eyes rolled back and wetness trickled down her thighs as his thumb continued to tease her rosebud making her shiver. Sesshoumaru smirked, continuing his ministrations, now holding the Neko still with the strength of his right arm. “Oh Sessh, that feels so good.” She whimpered.

“Does it, Kitten?” He questioned, quickly returning his tongue back to its previous spot.

“Uhhuh.” She moaned out, rocking her body back and forth, somewhat rubbing her clit against his tongue.

Suki’s second hole clenched every now and then, prompting him to sink his finger in just a little. The demon lord had no shame in pleasing Suki, therefore if she enjoyed having her asshole tampered with, then he’d definitely do it again in the near future.

“Sesshomaru..” She whined desperately when she no longer felt his warm, wet tongue against her.

“Do not fret little Neko, this Sesshomaru will make sure you find release soon.” He said, retracting his claws and plunging two large fingers into her warmth. She whimpered as the thick, long digits filled her up exceptionally.

“God, you take my fingers so well.” He curled his fingers, making her quiver. The middle and ring fingers of his right hand dug deeper into the warm, slick folds of her pussy, making lewd, wet noises as he twisted and pulled them in and out of her. “Are you going to cream all over this Sesshomaru’s fingers, Kitten?” He asked, a look of slight amusement gracing his angelic features as his dexterous fingers slid in and out of her, massaging her special spot.

She nodded her head as her lips parted to make soundless moans. She would have never expected such vulgar words to come out of the posh and well-mannered Demon Lord’s mouth. And she definitely would have never expected to hear them directed at her.

Her body began to jerk forward with each thrust, and Sesshomaru could feel her walls clenching around his fingers as he moved them faster. “Use your words.” He commanded before the tip of his tongue finally met her puckered entrance.

“Yeesss, please don’t st-ahh!” Her juices dripped down her thighs as she slumped over, now leaving her face pressed into his pelt, her thighs twitching and her breathing sporadic. Suki was in heaven right now.

The Neko gasped loudly as she was flipped onto her back, eyes wide as she felt his hot mouth over her mound again, his warm, wet tongue snaking itself deep into her. Spreading her lovely thighs open, he held them wide and flat against her as he ate her pussy with less gracefulness than he was associated with, but with as much enthusiasm as someone fulfilling their last dying wish. He made a meal out of his Kitten as she struggled to keep herself from going over the edge again.

Suki peered down at the Inu between her thighs, almost fainting when she saw that he was looking at her. With the stripes on his face now jagged and eyes now glowing a slight pink, she couldn’t help but inwardly praise how absolutely irresistible he looked right now.

The look he was giving her was enough to make her gush all over his tongue, his pink tinged eyes were slightly hooded and he gave her a look of pure lust as he thrusted his thick tongue deeper into the depths of her channel. It was then that she knew the Inu was on the verge of losing every ounce of control of his beastly instincts, and she couldn’t wait for his inner demon to have his way with her.

She cried out, loving the strange feeling of the muscle wriggling around inside of her. Sesshomaru couldn’t help but regret not tasting his Kitten sooner.

Suki’s eyes fluttered open when she felt herself being lifted off of the ground. The way he had positioned her, her buttocks were now pressed against his pectorals and her thighs were spread even wider as he gripped her ankles, pushing them forward and placing them on either side of her head.

"Delectable…" Sesshomaru murmured as he stared at her sex spread wide open for him. Suki blushed furiously, using her hands to cover her face in embarrassment. “Remove your hands Kitten, I would like to see your beautiful face contort in pleasure as I bring you to climax once more.”

With her juicy, wet folds just below his chin, Sesshomaru leaned forward and began to slide his thick tongue between her lips all while keeping his eyes locked on hers. The back of her thighs quivered as he continued his assault, licking her in the same manner twice more before drawing a long lick from her tight second hole all the way to her sensitive clitoris.

Suki gasped at the sensation, a violent shiver passing through her entire being. Sesshomaru knew just how to work her body, she was like putty in his hands.

He kept her shoulders planted on the fur of his pelt with his arms wrapped around her waist, now standing on his knees as he ate her like his last meal with his tongue now deeper than before.

She shuddered every time his nose bumped her clitoris and his tongue stroked her sweet spot while exploring her depths.

Soon enough Sesshomaru had layed her back down spreading her thighs even wider as he completely ravished her. He took her clit into his mouth, careful of his fangs, and sucked on the bundle of her nerves. It was as if he had taken her clit into his mouth with intentions of extracting her soul.

Suki switched between grabbing her own breasts and the fur of his mokomoko-sama until he grabbed both of her hands, settling them into his hair.

He effortlessly held her shaking thighs apart with his broad shoulders and barbaric strength, reaching one of his hands to squeeze her breast, rolling the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Sesh..Sesshomaru.” Her soft moans almost went unnoticed by even his immaculate hearing, but he had caught it and it brought a slight smirk to his face. “Climax for me Kitten.” He coaxed, as he switched to rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. Suki fought hard to contain her release, as she didn’t want to give the Inu the satisfaction of making her climax on command.

“Oh my-!” He felt her body spasm as she covered his face with her creamy juices. The demon lord was actually shocked, he didn’t know she would, or could, cum that much. However, it was deeply appreciated as he licked her clean. He slurped on her like a mad man, she had come to think that he was, but she was too high on pleasure to even care anymore.

The Inu rocked her back and forth allowing his tongue to stroke her bud over and over with little effort, letting her ride out her orgasm and building up another at the same time. He stuck his tongue deep inside her for the last time, licking her clean and making her tremble and climax all over his face a third time.

He lazily licked and slurped until her thighs twitched and she placed her hands on the side of his face and she begged him to stop.

Finally pulling his face away from her sex, he took in the blissful expression on her face and his inner beast smirked.

“Your face,” The Neko stared at the Daiyoukai with wide eyes. “Oh, Kami. Please don’t kill me.” The Inu grunted, rolling his eyes smugly. He had no intentions of killing the Neko, especially after she had just fed him the best meal he had ever feasted on. Sesshomaru snaked out his long tongue, licking the remnants of her juices off of his chin and upper lip.

He kissed the top of her womanhood and rested his head on her stomach, allowing her to catch her breath while he enjoyed being close to her.

’I am ready to mate our Kitten.’ He hadn’t quite lost the battle within himself yet, but it wouldn’t be long before his beast had complete control.

“Kiss me.” His deep, gruff voice commanded. He pulled her into yet another rough, passionate kiss.

“On your knees, Kitten.”

She took one more look at her Inu lover, his markings grown jagged and sharp. He was hanging on to his sanity by a thread. Sesshomaru’s mouth watered at the sight of his Kitten’s dripping wet folds spread open and ready for his taking.

He positioned himself to her entrance, gripping her hips tightly as he pushed in. Wow, his kitten, felt more amazing than she had tasted. He pushed into her slowly, showing her much more mercy than his beast liked. The Inu wanted to take his time and be gentle with his little kitten, but he almost couldn’t suppress his beast’s urge to hold her down and have his way with her.

His member stretched her deliciously, and the Neko felt as if she could feel him in her womb. “You’re so..so big.”

His mercy only lasted mere seconds as he pulled out, leaving only the head of his engorged cock inside of her before plunging into her repeatedly.

The Neko’s voice caught in her throat and her lips contoured into a wide ‘O’ as Sesshomaru began to absolutely destroy her.

She leaned forward in attempt to get him to ease up, but her attempts failed as he once again restrained her, holding her hair in one hand and her neck in the other.

“Don’t run from me, Kitten.” His deepened voice and the rumble against her neck sent chills down her spine. His thrusts never seized, in fact it felt as if he’d gone deeper than before.

“I-I can’t take it.” She whined. With the pleasure, he also delivered pain. While the girth of his member stretched her out so deliciously, she was sure she felt every single vein and vessel of his cock, the pain of his cock slamming into her was almost intolerable.

“You can and will.” Sesshomaru retorted, his gruff voice making her heart melt. Sure, Suki was a shy girl, but there was nothing she loved more than dominance from a worthy man.

Leaning forward, he draped his arms over her shoulders and locked his hands over her wrists before placing his knees outside of hers, somewhat caging her under his larger body. His member was now able to reach new depths as he sunk deeper into her, the angle allowing him to stroke perfectly against her sweet spot.

 He filled her to the brim with his impressive length, kissing her cervix with every thrust, the delicious mixture of pleasure and pain sending her towards the brink of another epic climax.

Her beautiful body trembled under his as he used nothing but the sheer strength of his hips to drive into her. Thrust after thrust her knees weakened and she found it harder and harder to fight off her climax.

“F-fuck me..” Her jaw went slack and her moans were reduced to little squeaks that accompanied each thrust, her toes curled and her eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy. Before tonight, he was unaware that Suki had such a filthy mouth, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it. 

‘Let’s give our Kitten what she wants.’

Sesshomaru’s eyes were now completely red, the iris’ turquoise instead of their usual golden color. His claws elongated and almost doubled in length, yet he still kept a gentle hold on Suki’s neck as not to hurt her. He plowed into her hard and forcefully, almost as if she was a rag doll being used for his pleasure, and she was loving every second of it.

“Oh my-mmm. S-Sess..shomaru, I’m about to-,” She could hardly finish her sentence as a wave of pleasure washed over her when he continued to stroke her sweet spot. The Inu took the initiative to switch their positions, as he wanted to see her pretty little face when she reached her climax once again.

Lying her on her back with her legs on his shoulders he slid his length between her lips before he bottomed out inside of her in a single thrust. She let out a deep sigh-like moan, all she could muster after having the wind knocked out of her, squeezing her eyes shut as she adjusted to the depth in which he entered her again.

He fucked into her harder, staring down at her beautiful folds on full display and loving how she covered him in her juices with every thrust.

Sesshomaru made sure to slow down as he felt himself nearing his end, since he did not want to finish before she got her release. His eyes widened as he felt her small hand reach up to wrap around his neck. “Mmm..I’m so close. Don’t-don’t you dare fucking s-stop.”

The Inu was a little taken back, not only at the fact that she was crazy enough to challenge him in such a way, but also because he..liked it.

“Kitten, you are mine.” His voice was deep and gruff, lust filled and meaningful as he laid his claim over the Neko princess.

She knew it wasn’t a question but she nodded her head furiously anyway, afraid she’d lose her mind if he stopped thrusting into her.

“I’m all..fuck.” She moaned, catching her breath before trying again. “I’m all yours, just please don’t stop.” She begged, her voice shaky as he fucked her.

He leaned in closer to the juncture where her neck and shoulder met, licking his tongue over her mating glands, drawing a deep moan from her lips. Unhinging his mouth and plunging his fangs into that very spot, he sealed their fates forever. The pain from the bite was all it took to send her over the edge once more.

He kept hard, steady thrusts, gradually slowing down until he was no longer able to thrust anymore. Sesshomaru let out a deep growl, so fierce it shook the very earth they lied on, feeling his member twitch inside of her before his essence spurted out, coating her walls.

Lifting her up, he sat back on his haunches, holding her close and basking in the moment for a bit.

Moments later he maneuvered himself onto his knees, before standing, balancing his and his mate’s weight. He took them over to the spring, dipping one leg in and then the other, walking until the water was about waist level.

Sesshomaru sat himself on a boulder, Suki still in tow. The way she clung to him like her life depended on it made his heart want to explode. He loved the affection, even if he wasn’t exactly sure how to reciprocate it. Things were moving quite fast for the Inu, not only had he been reunited with his first love, but he had mated her as well, all in the same night.

“Suki.”

Called out of the slumber-like rest, she lifted her head, placing her hands against his cheeks. When they finally met eyes again, his eyes were back to their usual beautiful honey color. She ran her thumb over his stripes, leaning in to quickly peck his lips.

The Inu’s eyes widened a bit, but he quickly caught his composure.

“Your beast is very quiet, I like when you talk dirty to me.”

“My beast speaks in a language only Inu understand, Kitten.” He licked the two wounds he gave her, giving her a small nip on her jaw. She nodded in understanding, shrugging her shoulders. “I’d still love to hear it. I-I’m sorry I challenged you.”

“As you should be. I look forward to reprimanding such behavior, Mate.” The tone of his voice sent chills down her back, and she knew she’d look forward to it as well. Suki didn’t even know where to begin as she sat on the Inu’s lap, still staring into his eyes. “So you marked me..on purpose.”

“This Sesshomaru does everything with purpose. I do not regret what I have done, Kitten.”

Wow, they were really mated. The two of them were now one and he couldn’t wait to see his Kitten pregnant and round with his pups. Sesshomaru looked forward to spending the rest of his days with her. He had missed his friend—his lover, and they had a lot of catching up to do.

“I love you, Suki and I cannot allow you to slip through my fingers as you have once before. You are mine now, we are one.” He kissed her again, passionate and lovingly. “I shall be taking my leave soon, you are welcome to join me in my chambers if you are ready. If not, I will accompany you to the North.”

“Do you still reside in the castle in the clouds?” She questioned after she had dressed and gathered her belongings. The Inu simply nodded.

“Then, I shall be taking this.” She pulled at his Mokomoko draping it across her shoulder, mimicking the demon lord.

“I am Sesshomaru, ruler of the western lands.” She deepened her voice, trying to sound like the Demon Lord. The Inu almost cringed as his white pelt dragged behind her, her short stance almost making it it impossible not to be dragged on the ground .

“Oh Fluffy, I think your fur looks better on myself than it does on you.”

Sesshomaru’s mind wandered and he had come to the conclusion that maybe he wouldn’t mind seeing his Kitten’s naked body adorned in nothing but his MokoMoko-Sama.

“Neko,” He growled ferociously. “Unhand this one’s pelt.” His tone should have been enough to instill fear in his mate, however it only made her act out more.

“Unhand this one’s pelt.” She mocked him again, giggling. “Why don’t you come take it from me, Lord Sesshomaru .” She taunted.

If his tone wasn’t enough, then maybe what she needed was a firm hand against her backside. Before he could do just that, she vanished into thin air. The Inu withheld a groan, shaking his head.

What was he going to do with his sneaky little kitten.

❀

This was so long for no reason 😭 but I’m absolutely in love with Sesshomaru so of course the longest fic I’ve ever written goes to him 🥹

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 8 - A Concept Of Desire || Khonshu x fem!reader

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Summary: In the wake of centuries of longing, Khonshu realizes that the girl who works with his avatar, Jake Lockley, is responsible for rekindling his hidden desires.

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v, hair pulling)

Word count: 1757

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Hair Pulling orange italics - Jake speaking Spanish

The concept of desire was defined as a psychological force that ultimately fabricates a need, a craving, or lust, most commonly and aptly associated with a sexual longing.

Khonshu's situation was no different. He could say with great certainty that nearly all males have experienced this torment. The unbridled desire for sexual pleasure ran through his veins. A burning sensation in Khonshu's stomach, a reminder of the hunger he could not satiate, the thirst he could not quench. Khosnhu sometimes felt woeful - he always thought he was above the basic human instincts, the primal needs that people eagerly sought. Yet there he was, engrossed in his own desires, centuries old longings still unfulfilled.

As you walked into the bar each week to meet Jake Lockley, 8 pm - his nostrils flared, his pulse soared - physiological reminders of Khonshu's desires and cacoethes.

This week was no different, Khonshu was at the bar, invisible to all but Jake. The week was like all others that came before, that evening was no different; but when you and Jake locked eyes like you did those many moons ago, the fire in Khonshu resurged - he was never to have you as you were just a mortal being, but he couldn't deny his inner desires, burning himself like a blazing fire, his imagination running wild as his glance moved along the curves of your figure.

You were a smaller woman, you were perhaps 160 centimeters tall, but the heels you wore were so deceptive - and Khonshu realized with astonishment that he was quite attracted to women of smaller stature.

The shoes paired perfectly with your seductive black, garter leg wraps. The tight leg straps highlighted your healthy skin, your perfectly toned legs flowed into a stunning red-velvet corset-dress that hugged your bust and curves perfectly. He looked up at your matte, red lips; your smoky eyeshadow highlighted your beautiful Y/E/C eyes, which transported him to a place of ecstasy, a realm of euphoria. In a way, it was as if you had fallen from heavens and reminded mere mortals what it would be like to be sculpted by the Gods. Beauty is, and forever will be in the eye of the beholder, Khonshu reminded himself.

Khonshu knew that lust could last for months, years, even centuries. In spite of this, his passion seemed to have been brewing for only a few weeks, five, maybe six - when his mind was torturing him, he lost track of time. Despite not brewing for that long, his concoction of lust was explosive and effervescent. 

Thoughts of the good, the bad, and the naughty whirred through Khonshu's mind as a sense of controlled panic overcame him as he finally locked onto a more clear-cut image in his own subconscious and plunged into his own imagination as he remained trancened by your hypnotic gaze.

If Khonshu were mortal, he would love nothing more than to sink his inquisitive fingers, adventurous tongue, and plump lips between your legs.

With his venous and vascular hands, Khonshu would stroke one of your breasts, kissing the trail from your navel to your abdomen. Besides twirling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he would wrap his lips around your other nipple, flick it, and swirl your areola clockwise with his tongue. After incorporating some teeth, Khonshu will continue ascending towards your neck. Your hair would be brushed aside in a loving and caring manner. Khonshu would nibble on your earlobes while moaning and whispering in your ear; sweet nothings and dirty talks echoing in your ear canal.

Taking another deep breath, Khonshu reabsorbed himself into his vivid imagination once more after a brief lapse in concentration as he listened to your conversation with Lockley about yet another target. The god was thinking about the morning after.

It would be heaven spooning you. His cock would be squeezed between your legs tightly due to its stiffness and fatness. 

You would send shivers down his spine as you scratched his abdomen with your velvet, red, and freshly manicured nails. During the time that his lips would feel comfortable on yours, the veiny ridges on his cock would stimulate your pussy, allowing your tight, little, sweet-nectar slit to do its job and coat his hardened shaft with your slick wetness. Khonshu would gently pull back your hair, a good clump in his tight fisted hands; he would tug at it harder and harder if you didn't protest. The stout lips of his mouth would trace the back and side of your neck as he kissed you, once again whispering sweet nothings and dirty teases - what he was going to do to you, how he was going to enjoy you and your gorgeous body.

Khonshu would detach his hips from you after a while to angle his body to tease the slit with his swollen cock, already glistening in his pre-cum. In slow motion, his digits would explore every curve around your waist, rubbing your clit occasionally as well. "Do you think you deserve this?" Khonshu would whisper softly into your ear. Determined to get as deep as possible, he would pick up your smaller frame and throw you passionately onto the bed again. While your legs rested over Khonshu's broad shoulders, he would kiss down the inside of your thighs. His one hand would be placed at the base of his shaft, angled downward to push his cock inside you slowly, while his other hand would be placed on your clit to rub it gently.

He would push deeply into your pussy, then trace his fingers up your neck, wrapping them around it possessively, before leaning forward to change the angle of penetration and pushing even harder. He would reach up and grab a handful of your hair. By wrapping it around his hand and holding your hips in the other, he would drive his dick into your waiting pussy. After pulling out his shaft, he would slap it on your pussy lips, which would elicit a grunt from your parted lips. A delicious, wet echo would emanate from Khonshu's hefty cock in harmony with your beautiful slit.

Khonshu would then turn you over and push you to your knees. Pushing your head into a pillow, you would try to muffle the whimper of pleasure as he again slipped his length into you. Khonshu would lean forward to yank his arm around your waist, to play with your nipples, as his torso rested on your arched back. In the process, he would grab your hair and pull it tightly into a ponytail, causing you to roll your eyes while a moan escaped your lips as he pounded into your pussy from behind. Khonshu would pull your hair harder the harder he thrust. You would try to escape the position for a pleasure so primal and intense would overwhelm your body, setting a knot in your abdomen that was so tight it was only a matter of time before it snapped. You would be drawn to Khonshu by his hand in your hair, hardly tugging. “And where do you think you’re going, Y/N?” He would groan angrily. “Better be a good girl and stick your ass more to me, otherwise I’ll have to rip your hair off.”

His lower torso would smash into your magnificent arse as he grasped your hip tightly with one hand. He would use his hands not only to compliment each thrust and pull you in deeper, but also to create red handprints on your ass. Khonshu would pull at your hair and spank your ass occasionally. Whenever you tried to lay your chest on the bed, he would tug on your ponytail, urging you back into a position that would allow him to penetrate deeper into your pussy. 

The urge to release his load would tighten his balls and make his cock twitch.

Your moans would become louder. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" You would plead.

Having no choice but to obey his desires, the dam would be broken and his cum would be released; his seed filling your pussy, dripping from your body when he pulled his cock out.

After the intercourse, Khonshu would cuddle your face against his chest.

Khonshu's reverie was interrupted by Jake's thick accent, "Khonshu? Are you even listening?"

The Egyptian God of the Moon tilted his skull head slightly, looking at Lockley. "Could you please rephrase that, Jake?"

As Jake frowned, he put his hand on his gear lever as the idiot driving in front abruptly braked. “Por Dios, ¿y ahora qué te pasa?”

Despite not even intending to reply to Jake, Khonshu asked simply, "What was your question again?"

After Jake parked the limo in front of his apartment, he turned off the engine and placed his arm around the headrest of Khonshu's seat. "I was wondering if it would be okay if Y/N stayed here for a day or two. Since we're working together on that guy, it would be easier, you know, ol' bird."

Khonshu poked Jake with his beak on the shoulder. “You can trust me when I say I have no objection to Y/N visiting us, my friend. She might stay as long as she needs to."

The frown on Jake's face deepened; he could not persuade Khonshu to let him bring a girl into the apartment for a date or just a friendly meeting. The situation is dangerous, more for her than for us, Khonshu would argue. Jake pulled the keys out of the ignition switch, asking, "Since when are you so willing to let extraños into nuestro apartamento?"

Khonshu shrugged his shoulders in response, exiting the car quickly. "If we want to deliver the vengeance soon, we've got a lot of planning to do."Jake watched the tall, lanky figure enter the apartment and disappear into the darkness. A smile spread across Lockley's face. In spite of being Khonshu's avatar and not much else, he knew things. It was little known to Khonshu that Jake was able to sense god's true, hidden feelings, especially those that were so intense. The smirk on Jake's lips did not fade as he stepped out of the limo to join Khonshu. In order to complete the job, Jake was willing to do whatever it took to lure you into his apartment. In addition to planning, this was also a way of releasing Jake’s own male greed. Perhaps Khonshu would also be able to make use of his hidden lust.

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[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

A night of passion

Summary: Just some steamy, romantic smut (no proper plot) for Fire Vermillion month as well as Kinktober (no I don't have any regrets) Pairing: Fuegoleon x f!reader (At 1st person pov) Genre: Smut Length: ~2.1k Contains: Romantic smut, some tearing of clothes, slight nipple play, vaginal fingering, established relationship, no mention of protection, one use of "Fuck me", cervix fucking (?), overstimulation, creampie, double penetration (he uses his fire/mana hand with all the added benefits and more cleanliness), mentions of bodily fluids; semen and vaginal fluids, praising, passion, aftercare (I think that's everything)

Dimmed lights. Starlight glowing from the window, draped by thick crimson curtains. And silk sheets under me.

They feel almost cool.

Almost.

But given how the man above me is anything but.

My beloved. The one my heart desires. The one I crave and thirst and lust night after night.

Because I simply cannot get enough of him.

Granted that he works long days, late nights and most often looks exhausted. During those nights I’m content with curling next to him, while placing my hand onto his chest and simply listening to his breathing as he drifts off to sleep.

But. This night is not one of those nights.

During this night, whether it’s the positioning of the moon and the stars, hormones, or the fact that it feels like weeks since he has last touched me, I don’t think I can quite make due without.

Tonight, my thirst is overwhelming.

Maybe he saw it. The plead, the beg in my half-lidded eyes as I straddled him while grinding my hips right against his crotch that he felt it. How much I want him.

‘Maybe’. Huh, who am I to fool myself. For if he hadn’t seen it, the way I looked at him, the way I licked my lips and bit down on it, would he be there, on top of me, ripping my shirt off with a promise to buy me a new one when I could care less about it. Why would I care when he yanks my pants down with a swift motion, and tosses his jacket onto the foot of the bed with yet another.

His eyes turn to me.

Those rich, dark, deep purple eyes that are like velvet wrapped in satin, when in daylight they’re aching to lavender. Eyes that are full of hunger, the same as mine.

Then he takes a hold of the lower end of his shirt, revealing his pecks, then his broad chest… neck which is so very fun to kisssss…. Strong arms and a fine jawline…

And again his eyes, right before the vermillion locks drape down onto his shoulders like silk.

He chuckles, the corner of his lips turning into a content smirk as he lets out a low… sultry… chuckle…

His lips part, just barely, but they do, as he begins to crawl back on top of me. His frame fully encases me, like he was a beast. A ravenous lion here to feast.

And I don’t mind letting him. I don’t mind being the entrèe, the main course and the dessert.

Actually, I’m asking to be just that. I’m asking to be a feast for him. Just for him…

So, when he lowers down and presses his lips against the skin of my neck I can’t help but gasp. I can’t help but feel shivers running down my spine, because I know this is but a prelude. His breath glides over me, as his mouth leaves sloppy, wet kisses as he keeps trailing down… and down… Pinches my nipple on the way, massaging my breasts for a while with a swirl of his tongue around the areola…

His hand… is faster than his mouth. It reaches down, inserting one finger, then another… a third… and I engulf it all, in.

I can feel him smirking against my skin again, as he already feels how ready I am for him. How I am wet and hot and needy for him.

But I know that it only strokes his lion pride. Because he is proud. Proud of making me feel this way, making me long for his touch this much. So, he glances at me with that devilishly delicious smirk, as his eyes glimmer in the faint light of the bedroom, and begins to climb back up.

His arms settle on opposite sides of my head as I can feel the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance.

My fingers grace his sides… his arms… his back… as he quite simply admires me. Just is there, for a moment that seems both long and not long at all, like time itself had stopped still. And I nod.

I nod, and I nod…

And he smiles.

He smiles while leaning back, his hands trailing along the length of my body, until he grabs my hips and pulls me closer, burying his cock all the way to the hilt into me. And I can see how he’s biting down his molars from how warm I must feel around him. How tight I am to him. Because it must be tight given how well he’s stretching me open, just for him.

I can feel him throbbing in me as his breathing is heavy and rugged, like he couldn’t wait but to pound into me, rearrange my insides time and time again, while painting them white with his cum, only to bury his cock back in to churn the cum in me, only to cum again and again until I overflow.

“Make love to me,” I tell him. “Do me,” I continue, drunk on the sheer amount of my feelings for him, or perhaps just the ecstasy of the moment. “Fuck me. Fill me. And then cum once more to make it flow out.”

Words I probably should say. Words I probably shouldn’t speak out.

But I do.

And he looks at me. His eyes lock together with mine to make sure that he heard right. Those purple eyes… Royal purple… Still dark and dimmed with how much he craves for me.

His grip grows tighter, fingers burying themselves into my ass cheeks as I can feel him still pulsating in me, the tip of his long, thick, cock pressed right against my cervix.

And I nod.

I nod to tell him that I meant it.

I meant it.

There’s a smirk that rises to his lips. An almost devilish grin as his lips part only barely.

“As my queen desires…” he purrs, murmurs through the air with a lick of his lips and a tone that is low and quiet. Sultry and decadent.

He pushes forth, rolling my hips as he positions himself directly on top of me, knees bent so that I can feel his balls pressing on my lower set of lips.

And then he rolls his hips, making sure that there is pressure to my clit. Making sure that every time he rolls his hips, he hits the sweet spot inside of me and that his cock is kissing the very entrance to my womb.

After all, if he pours it directly in there, he’ll have more space to fill.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praises with yet another roll of his hips, a gentle motion, even if it keeps massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves.

I moan out his name, and see that smirk widen.

“Go ahead,” he tells me. “Cum, my love.” It’s a strange combination of a command, a plea and an implore.

He pulls his hip back more than before, only to slam back in with the rolling motion. Pounding into me with individual, heavy, thrusts that taste like his devotion and hunger.

I cum for the first time. Eyes roll back and my hands grasp the sheets as he continues the gentle motion all through my climax.

“Again,” he tells me as drool starts dripping down the side of my mouth.

He props himself with just his left hand, as his right travels down to my clit, applying both pressure and warmth in a combination that makes me clasp onto him. One hand on his shoulder and the other on his back, fingers pressed into his skin.

And that is when his lips latch onto my neck. His warm breath glides all the way down to my collarbone sending waves of warmth rushing through me.

He doesn’t need to tell me again, since I climax again, and even through the haze I can feel him smirk in triumph against my skin.

“You’re doing so well, my beloved,” he praises me again as he begins to move back.

“Wait,” I manage, gripping onto him, sinking my fingers deeper against his muscular back. “Give me a moment…” I plead, I ask, I wish… because I don’t want him to go.

“I’m right here,” he tells me as he brushes a few locks of my hair away from my face. “Just tell me when,” he places a kiss onto my forehead, which is enough for the moment.

The rush is wearing down, just a bit, but that bit is enough.

“Okay,” I nod, out of breath. “Continue.”

And I don’t need to tell him twice.

Oh by the gods how I don’t need to tell him twice.

He leans back, only to flip me around on the bed, ass high up in the air as if on display for him. And as I move my head to look between my legs, I can see my own cum running down my thighs, dripping onto the sheets.

I can feel his broad hands on my hips, palms pressing onto my ass with a grip that is securing, as if I was going somewhere.

And he thrusts in me. With a single, slick motion. Again all the way to the hilt.

Because he doesn’t do things carelessly.

He doesn’t do me carelessly. But with intense, certain, heavy motions that feel almost drunk with lust and crave and love and passion he feels for me.

And then he growls. “So good…”

I don’t think he realizes the words that left him. I don’t think he noticed to be speaking, growling and grunting out loud, but I don’t care!

Not as his pace is quickening. Not as I can feel his balls hitting against my clit with every smack of his hips against mine. Not as I can feel his cock burying itself into me as he comes, and warmth fills me.

He pants.

But just for a few seconds. Then there is a brief silence and a chuckle.

He leans forward, pressing my upper body more securely against the sheets as he starts pounding again, as his cum is churning up inside of me.

“I wonder…” I hear him half utter, half growl, as I feel his right hand trailing from my hip, onto my ass, and then… something warm tracing around my other hole, something warm.

Then he penetrates me again.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he commands me as his thumb is pumping in and out.

If I had the sanity left, I would have to admire his control over his flame arm. But, I don’t, and alas, I am merely drowning in the ecstasy of him filling me, claiming me, marking me.

I can feel my walls clench around him as the knot in my stomach only intensifies as I moan and gasp and I can feel my hips trying to match his movements out of impulse, but I-, can’t-, be-cause, it-,

And-

Jusss-t

I hear him growling behind me, right before my eyes roll back and the sound of blood rushing through my ears blocks all other sounds away, as I cum.

I cum again.

And he pumps in and out a few more times, through my climax.

I feel dizzy… but I can feel me hips twitching. Drool rolls down the side of my face. But there are no thoughts running through my mind. I’m just trying to catch my breath.

He wraps his arm around my waist and rolls onto the side, pulling me along with him as he’s still inside of me. His chest is sturdy and broad, as he envelopes me into his embrace, the skin of his left arm feeling so warm against mine.

“Are you alright?” He asks with an out of breath whisper, and I nod as he pulls out.

His breathing glides over my neck, onto which he places a gentle kiss, like a butterfly on a blade of grass.

“I love you,” he tells me, and I reply with a confession of my own.

“I love you too.”

I must sound out of breath and exhausted, but there’s a smile on my lips, because this is the best kind of exhaustion. Drunk on love and lust.

His thumb keeps stroking me as his arm stays right there, holding me close, as we just lie there.

Gradually my breathing settles down, and I let out a savouring hum, with which I hear hem let out a quiet, low chuckle.

He is pleased too. I know that he is.

In a little while he’ll take my hand and guide me to the showers, but for now, just a little while longer, we’ll stay here.

Just… a moment.

Just holding onto each other.

#fuegoleon x reader #black clover fanfiction #black clover smut #fuegoleon smut #black clover x reader #fire vermillion month

[daybringersol]

ancient greek based neopronouns !

[PT: ancient greek based neopronouns ! End PT.]

haîm’/haîma (from αἷμ’ and αἷμᾰ = blood, murder, kin)

gūp/gūps (from γῡ́ψ = vulture)

gê/gês (from γῆ = land, country, soil)

glaú/glaúx (from γλαύξ = owl)

grú/grúx (from γρύξ = dirt under fingernails)

doú/doúx (from δούξ = leader)

drá/dráx (from δρᾰ́ξ = fist, clenched hand, handful (as an unit of mesure), palm)

eí/eíth (from εἴθ’ = if only)

thē/thēr (from θήρ = wild beast)

thō/thōps (from θώψ = flatterer, false friend)

kē/kēr (from κήρ = death, gloom, diety of death)

kê/kêr (from κῆρ = heart)

kû/kûr (from κῦρ = sir, lord)

nú/núx (from νῠ́ξ = night)

nóo/nóos (from νόος = mind, thought, intellect, sense of, meaning of, purpose, perception)

o/oi (from οἴ = woe, grief)

pán/pánth (from πάνθ’ = always)

prō/prōx (from πρώξ = dewdrop)

pû/pûr (from πῦρ = fire, lightning, fever)

sár/sárx (from σάρξ = flesh, body, seat of animalistic desires and thoughts)

sêm’/sêma (from σῆμ’ and σῆμᾰ = sign from the gods, omen, signal, cairn)

stí/stíx (from στίξ = a line of soldiers, a line of poetry)

têl’/têle (from τῆλ’ and τῆλε = far off, far away)

phá/pháps (from φᾰ́ψ = wild pigeon)

phō/phōr (from φώρ = thief)

phō/phōs (from φώς = man, mortal)

phlé/phléps (from φλέψ = vein)

phló/phlóx (from φλόξ = flame, blaze)

phrē/phrēn (from φρήν = midrift, stomach, seat of emotions, heart and hunger, seat of intellect and wits, will, purpose)

phôs/pháos (from φῶς and φάος = light, daylight, light of fire, life of men, day, light of the eyes, window, delight, deliverance, happiness, glory, victory, areola)

khē/khēn (from χήν = goose)

khrō/khrōs (from χρώς = skin, flesh, complexion, color)

hál/háls (from ᾰ̔́λς = salt, brine, sea, wit)

êr/éar (from ἦρ and ἔᾰρ = blood, gore, juice)

ī/īx (from ῑ̓́ξ = worm)

ó/ón (from ὄν = reality)

ókh’/ókha (from ὄχ’ and ὄχα = by far)

óp/óps (from ὄψ = voice, word)

hup’/hupó (from ῠ̔π’ and ῠ̔πό = from underneath, by, through, under, near)

hû/hûs (from ὗς = pig)

rhā/rhāx (from ῥᾱ́ξ = grape, berry)

rhē/rhēn (from ῥήν = sheep, lamb)

ép/épo (from έπω = to speak)

aud/audē (from αὐδή = human voice, speach, sound, report, oracle, song)

aúr/aúra (from αὔρᾱ = breeze, fresh air of the morning, steam)

autó/autós (from αὐτός = self)

ai/aiōn (from αἰών = lifetime, generation, eon, epoch, eternity)

aid/aidōs (from αἰδώς = shame, reverence, modesty, respect, awe)

āe/aēí (from ᾱ̓εί = always, ever, eternally)

aith/aithēr (from αἰθήρ = aether)

ain/ainós (from αἰνός = horrible, dread, dreadful)

aikh/aikhmē (from αἰχμή = point of a spear, head of an arrow, war)

aíg/aíglē (from αἴγλη = light of the sun or moon, radiance of Olympus, glory, splendour)

aíth/aíthō (from αἴθω = to ignite, to burn)

#neopronouns #neopronoun list #neopronouns list #neoprns #mogai #mogai friendly #mogai safe

[rhine-gold-archive]

Candace x GN! Reader

Warnings: not sfw, fingering, overstim, penetration, pretty soft, but with a little bit of sub\dom overtones. Strap\cock implied.

You’re in a small oasis pool under the cliff that has tracks left by the long dried waterfall. It’s midnight and the crescent moon glows softly overhead. Candace is on her knees in front of you, leaning on the rocks that frame the waterline. The leaves of trees over you create the intricate lace pattern on her body, but her gorgeous curves are offset by the fickle orange glow from the dim fire you left on the shore. Only her golden jewelry, the only things she left on her naked body, create bright highlights in this velvety darkness of the desert night. And, of course, her amber eye as she glances back at you when you touch her.

Her hair, let loose from the ponytails, is wet and clinging to her back, long strands swirling softly, like the stems of waterplants around you. You gently move them aside, slide your hand under the heavy wings of the golden jewelry on her back, watch her shiver as you run your fingers down her spine. You massage her tense muscles until she starts arching her back, then you start sliding your hands down the curve of her back, teasingly, in a wide arc by her sides not quite enough touching her breasts, and almost, but, not really, reaching her ass. 

Until her breath grows heavy, her plump lip bitten, trying to stay in control, but her body betrays her, arching under your hands. You lean against her back and cover her full, exquisite breasts with your hands. You play with them until she starts whimpering, soft, supple flesh and hard, sensitive buds of the nipples. Until she starts thrusting her as against you needily, on the brink of the loss of control. Then you slide your hand between her legs to find her wet, and not from the waters of the oasis, because this is a slick, pulsing heat. You kiss her neck, grope and squeeze her breasts with one hand and caress her throbbing cunt with the other. She comes with a short, guttural groan just like that, control held for too long finally let loose.

But it’s a short orgasm, and after you turn her over, her body is now half-submerged in the dark water. The desert stars bloom low, bright and big, their reflections mixing with the white water lilies and yellow lotuses around the gilded bronze of her body. Hard peaks of her breasts stand out of the water, her midnight blue hair curls in the water around her head like a crown of a whirpool, her mouth is open in hard panting, her pink tongue showing, and she looks up at you, hazy in desire, but intent, the bright golden heat of the desert noon and the deep blue of it’s night. 

The jewelry on her thighs glimmers when you lift them, spreading her legs, and when you thrust into her, the gold ornaments all over her body throw wild glittering highlights as she arches under you. When she squirms, the swirling water and the scattered dim light make her form waver, look like she’s a beautiful mirage, ready to vanish. But her body is pliant and open when you fuck her lovely tight cunt, and the tension builds in the liquid coils in her belly. 

When she finally comes, the tightened hydro energy inside of her unleashes and calls to the sleeping underground springs. The long dead waterfall above you comes to life and erupts in soft strings, glittering in moonlight. Under it, Candace pushes you up, climbs onto your lap and starts riding you, the sparkling rivulets cascading down her body, from her neck, sharp collarbones, down to the heavy, bouncing mounds of her breasts, wide dark areolas of her nipples and their hard peaks glistening wet. You dig your fingers into her plush tighs, fuck into her, and she arches, clenches around you, sending water waves sparkling around, shimmering gold, deep dark azure and stark-white moonlight.

After, when she’s shivering and heaving on top of you, your strap\cock still buried deep inside her, you kiss her, and she answers, but reluctantly.

“We shouldn't have,” she whispers, low, still breathless, “I have a duty to perform soon…”

“Well, we brought another waterfall back to life,” you grin against her skin. “From my point of view, we should do it much often.”

#rhine writes filth #genshin smut #i usually only write smut after full character analyses but OH WELL #candace

[indigo-scarf]

A rec list for Draco/Remus, two broken men with both fluffy fur and sharp claws — sometimes literally, sometimes metaphorically. Enjoy! 🐺

Reassurance by Jain (G, 150) - Draco being spiky and Remus being patient.

Cook by Nope (?, 400) - Draco being a spoilt brat and Remus having none of it.

Recovery by dalula (G, 525) - Draco takes care of Remus after the full moon.

The Ragged Men in Ragged Clothes by zalil (E, 1.8k) - My favourite dynamic with these toxic, traumatised babygirls: "He doesn't mind Remus using him to indulge in emotional self-flagellation and he likes to pretend he is with him only to drive his parents up the wall."

Draco Drabbles by danpuff (?, 1.2k) - danpuff's Draco is the brattiest, I love him so much. Bonus threesome with Sirius.

Birthday Party by danpuff (G, 2.2k) - Pure family fluff with Draco pretending he's not fluffy.

when i heard at the close of the day by nimpark (E, 2.8k) - Draco with a shitty Muggle job, but at least he has a lovely partner to come home to.

After the Storm has Passed by Donna_Immaculata (M, 2.3k) - The first Dremus fic I read and it stayed with me because Draco is so hauntingly embarrassing, it's pure adrenaline.

מפלצת by Areola (T, 2k) - Draco is sent to Grimmauld and I love how aggressively prickly he is in this one.

The Hollow by wolfpants (E, 12k) - They both try so hard to pretend they're not falling apart and it's great when they fail.

a truce in waiting by afterism (T, 6k) - Draco and Remus have a rough time in the woods mid-war, but the prose is a pleasure.

The House Guest by wildestranger (E, 7k) - Draco and Remus are forced by the Ministry to live together at the Manor, and that's a cool way to explore that they are both seen as socially unacceptable menaces. There are so many little details sprinkled through this fic, such as: "However, Draco isn't a silent reader. He likes to laugh or snort or curse at the text in front of him".

W.O.L.F. by shadowsapiens (M, 3.7k) - Remus takes in terrified newly-turned werewolf Draco and it's such extremely cute hurt/comfort.

In the Bones by A_factorygirl_69 (E, 7.8k) - Two werewolves living out their instincts in a house by the forest. Lovely, aesthetic vibes.

The Fields of St. Herve by Arsenic (E, 32k) - Remus mentors Draco in being a gay werewolf and all the post-moon snuggling is adorbs.

#rec list #hp fanfic #dremus #draco x remus #draco malfoy #remus lupin #my stuff

[naiadnb]

i truly believe the trans community has got to start openly and loudly supporting detrans folks. i wanna share my story with y'all, and it is long and possibly triggering? and i say at least one nsfw thing. but i feel like a lot of trans people only ever see detrans stories weaponized against them, and therefore there's a good chunk of the trans community that has (understandably) a lot of vitriol towards detrans people. so since it's pride month, i wanted to talk a minute about being a nonbinary detrans person.

when i first started learning about trans and nonbinary identities, i knew pretty much immediately that i was nonbinary. i was in high school by the time i found out that you could be a different gender than the one on your birth certificate, and i was over the fucking moon. problem was, i was a homeschooled navy brat pastor's kid 3 for 1 combo and so my literal Only exposure to any world outside of patriarchal gender & sexuality norms was.... you guessed it! tumblr.

tumblr around 2013-2015 was a pretty weird and vitriolic place to be nonbinary. half the site claimed you were faking, the other half was trying to lure you in by spouting the weirdest genders on god's green earth. (i love y'all go wild with ur genders that's just not my brand of existence.) so like.... i picked a side? i decided when i was around 15 that being nonbinary was kinda cringe and from that point on i identified as a trans guy.

cue fighting with my parents for like 7 years about the whole existence of trans people, the idea that i was a trans people, this weird belief i had that i should have bodily autonomy, and this weird belief that they had that pretty much anything could be cured if you prayed hard enough (from anxiety to cancer to, surprise, transgenderism)

the only way i came out of that fight as myself was through transitioning. i very loudly expressed that i Would do what i wanted with my body, and they had no right to control me. when i started t shots, i was 19, and i loved it.

i was euphoric every time i got gendered correctly by a stranger, i celebrated the first time i shaved real beard hairs from my face, it was beautiful. genuinely. i was part of a community of other trans guys ("guys" here ranging from "100,000% binary ftm transsexual" to "transmasc nb who's just happy to be here") and we loved each other hard.

i think i started consciously having to push away real doubts about continuing to transition when i was pursuing top surgery. i really, truly, wasn't sure. but by that point, it felt almost expected of me from the one side, and absolutely forbidden on the other. and like, i don't know that i would have gone through with it if it was just our weird homoerotic groupthink, i was sick of my tits bc like. they're tits. they suck to live with regardless of how hot they are. i was sick and tired of choosing between binding (over ribs that had already been fractured at least once due to improper binding) or being misgendered. and i was exhausted of my parents telling me, at age 21, that i didn't have the right to do what i wanted with my body.

so i got top surgery. and, like, i was happy. but i think i knew i fucked up as soon as i woke up from the surgery. the surgeon didn't leave me with any areolas whatsoever, which i didn't think going in was even a possibility. and maybe this is trivial, but that sparked something in me that i was terrified to admit, and couldn't, until much later on: i felt dysphoria about not having my tits.

but like, i was committed to the bit, you know? i'd gotten used to being a guy, and it fit well enough, like a second-hand sweater. so i just kinda rode the wave as far as it would take me. i did my shots (with absolutely no regularity because through all 3 years i was on testosterone stabbing myself in the leg really never got less hard and scary) and if i was being real i would admit to myself that i was probably more transmasc than a trans *man*.

and then my brother died! of aforesaid cancer that my parents tried real hard to pray away. (to be clear, they also got him the best medical treatment they possibly could, they aren't full on religious nutjobs.) and, quite frankly, i hadn't realized before then how integral to my identity my brother was. (again, homeschooled military kid with exactly one similarly-aged person who was actually around for more than a couple years of my life.) it kinda broke the shell identity that i'd been hiding behind. i realized i had a responsibility to myself to be myself, and i just wasn't a fuckin trans guy.

so i stopped taking t, and i started opening myself up to dressing how i used to love dressing, before i got all truscummy. and i felt myself come back into my body a bit, for the first time in god only knows how long.

fast forward 3 (ish) long, godawful, miserable years of therapy and grief and more grief, and i'm a pretty well-adjusted nonbinary person. i have a wife and a 9-5 job and my creative drive has been returning in spades. but i'm still dysphoric about my tits. i miss them. i can't say whether i made a mistake in getting top surgery, because my mental health was so completely shot back then that it really might have saved my life in some way or other, but it feels like one now. they were pretty, and soft, and sensitive. i got my nipples pierced last year and literally could not feel it happening. i only have feeling in some parts of my chest. i look fine, and i've accepted that this is the body i chose to live in. but sometimes i wish i wasn't so afraid to talk about this feeling.

some of y'all talk a big game about supporting detrans folk, but i don't see it. in mainstream lgbtq+ culture, is it absolutely taboo to talk about detransitioning, and y'all know it is. and there is literally no one else speaking up for us. a lot of detrans people become anti-trans specifically due to the reception their detransition was given by the community. it is so transparently hostile towards us because we got it wrong. and if people can make mistakes, that might mean (*gasp*) you might make a mistake?? and then it's a Real risk and not a fake one that conservatives made up to scare the parents of trans kids. and we just can't have that.

shouldn't we be telling kids that in your life, you're going to do things you risk regretting, and it's okay, because everyone has regrets? it's not some trans-specific thing. i regret my college boyfriend and not taking better care of my first car. i also regret having top surgery. it's not a dirty word—i'm just some guy, and everyone fucks up, sometimes in life-ruining ways. mine wasn't life-ruining, just kinda hard to process. but man, it sure woulda been easier if literally the only welcoming community for detrans people wasn't coincidentally Extremely anti-trans 🙃

and like........ i'm also.... Still Trans? i detransitioned to the gender i was before i identified as ftm: nonbinary. i stopped my medical transition, i reverted back to they/them pronouns. i detransitioned, but the idea that only cis people detransition is overwhelmingly binarist if you think about it for more than 2 seconds. (idk if that's a word but i'm making it one. you literally know what i mean). i can participate in trans dialogue, but there are areas of my history that i just have to avoid because i'll start getting dirty looks.

so yeah. all that to say. please start including us. loudly. please make a safe space for people who made mistakes, because the only one that exists right now is built to radicalize us against the people for whom those choices weren't mistakes.

#hello to my one mutual i lowkey vague in this post i love u dearly #u def know who u are lmaooo #anyway. yeah idk this was LONG y'all don't gotta read this shit

[spindrifters]

rise and shine it is morning wolfstar smut hours

A long, curious finger circling wide around a pink areola, the deep pucker at the center dimpling inward. His nipples are fucking weird, he does know that, pulling themselves inside where most just lie flat or poke out a bit. He worked that out early, long before he worked out he was attracted to blokes at all. It’s sort of hard to avoid when you’ve got a little brother and share a dorm with two other boys. Sirius stopped being self-conscious about them a long time ago.

“You’ve seen me shirtless how many times, Moons?” he asks, raising a brow.

Remus shrugs, eyes still fixed on his chest, and there’s a flicker of pointed curiosity behind amber brown eyes. “Guess I never really noticed. Do they stay like that?”

“Why don’t you find — ah.”

A single flick of those clever fingers, nail catching at the pucker, and an almost embarrassing gasp pulls itself out of him.

“Oh, shit,” Remus breathes, half a disbelieving laugh, and the delight in his eyes by now is positively devilish. He does it again. “S’pose they don’t.”

Remus lays him down on the bed at some point, but Sirius doesn’t really notice. Between idle pinches and curious rolls of his now-alert nipples between callused fingers, he’s halfway gone already. There’s something almost painfully beautiful about it, being laid bare and vulnerable like this to the warm summer air and Moony’s attentions at his chest, kisses dropped on that dusting of black hair over his sternum before moving to capture a reddened nub between his lips.

Sirius didn’t think it was possible before now, but between breathless gasps of, “Oh, Merlin,” he’s barely even cognizant enough to worry that he might finish off from this alone. Remus rubs a gentle circle into his hip as he suckles at him, that clever tongue dragging flat across the oversensitive nipple, refusing to let it soften and dimple in again. It’s almost too much to bear. He’s never had another man’s hands on him before, another man’s mouth, not like this. Never mind that it’s Moony — that flicker of dark tongue, those full, gorgeous lips shining obscene and wet. A gentle scrape of teeth, a pulse of pure desire racing down to his fast-hardening cock, and Sirius can’t help but whimper even as his hips rut up into nothing.

#marginalia excerpt #rise and shine