*Coff coff* just consumed all ur Ice cold penis (icp) content.... I thoroughly enjoy traumatized shaggy.... and thoroughly enjoy ur writing style, very delicious... so like... u gonna do any more anytime soon? *insert me looking down shyly and twisted the point of my foot into the ground*
*insert that one blushing lil guy looking up at the camera meme since it wont let me add attachments in anon*
YAAY well maybe .. i don’t know i feel like a big chud
but in all seriousness, i do work full time and inspiration has been at a all time low. i would love to write more stuff for ICP or even finish the fuckin fic i was like 40% done with. but if people like it then i guess ill give it a try. feel free to hit me up with ideas or requests and ill try to fight my way through the thick fog of grief and agony.. just kidding im okay im fine guys its okay
like i said, i wanted to write something for jeepers creepers. loving the whopping 2 people who are gonna see this, advert your eyes if youre under 18.. as a matter of fact wtf you doin on my blog?
ANYWAAY the laws of nature dont apply to me because im evil, you'll figure out what that means shortly ..
He stares wide-eyed up at the cross, and yet he doesn’t feel as holy as he should in a building dedicated to divinity. It’s dark, the only light being the glimmer of the moon through the planks of wood nailed to the windows, and if he focuses hard enough, he can see dust particles dancing through the thick, hot air.
His breath clings hard to his lungs, the uneven pants fill the room, and it echoes back to him, vibrating along his skin. Sweat dribbles down his hairline, running in fat drops down his face, and as for the rest of his body, it coats him. It’s mostly from the heat, he tries to convince himself, and while it’s not far-fetched to say that the newly blossoming springtime weather is getting hotter and hotter, he knows that it’s not entirely the truth.
He lets out a tiny whimper, his back arching slightly, thighs tensing, squishing the head of the stranger between them. It croons, an inhuman growl rumbling from deep within its gut, all while large, leathery wings shiver. Claws dig into the meat of Darry’s inner thighs, and for a second, pain pricks all down them, shooting down to the nerves in his calves.
He squirms weakly, wanting to pull away, wondering what in the hell is wrong with him to just lie here and let this… this thing splay its tongue along his opening. But pleasure mixes with confusion, and it swirls along in his chest, joining the fear that’s been marinating for the last hour. He feels sharp teeth brush along his clit, and it makes him yelp; the tongue is back, smoothing over the swollen bud as a soft apology.
Darry pries his eyes away from the cross, feeling the shame in staring at it for so long, and continues to wiggle on the altar as his belly trembles with every desperate gasp that leaves him. He feels one of the creature's hands leave his thigh to smooth up his body, clawed fingers coming to brush against one of his hard nipples, and– like a fool, his hand falls on top of it, gripping it. He feels the vibrations right against his sopping hole as the creature lets out another soft rumble, all before the tongue digs right into him, diving in as deep as it can get. His eyes flutter, brows furrowing as his spine tightens, like the string of a bow, and pleasure erupts from his core, spilling out and all over him like warm honey. His free hand– his injured hand– comes to rest against the beast’s head, the scales cool to the touch, the barbs that grip its skull slightly bony.
“Oh, oh, fuck, oh shit…” Darry babbles weakly, grinding his hips into the creature’s waning mouth, his body trembling. He gasps, heart jumping a little when his demonic lover pulls away quickly, wings flapping briefly, causing a gust of wind to kiss up Darry’s body, making him shiver. His legs fall open, and his eyes widen once more when the beast moves up his body, purring deeply, its chest rumbling. The smaller human lets his gaze fall further down the creature’s form; he can barely make out the silhouette of its manhood in the darkness, standing tall and erect. Precum drips onto his belly, pooling together only briefly before dribbling off to the side of Darry’s stomach.
His eyes shoot up to meet the beast’s face, and he only catches a minute glimpse of it before it leans down, burying its nose into his neck, inhaling deeply. Another purr vibrates through its belly, and Darry lets out a surprised yelp when he feels the slight stretch, the creature seemingly wasting no time. It's inside of him, all over him, immediately thrusting deeply into him. Its wings flutter once more, and the cool air the movements produce makes goosebumps smooth along Darry’s skin.
His legs seemingly have a mind of their own as they shakily wrap around this monster, welcoming it further into his body. His hands come to cup under the beast's shoulder blades, and he feels the muscles in its back as it begins to really fuck him, hard and deep. The fullness is damn near delicious, each inch reaches all the tender spots within, his already soaked hole eagerly accepting every thrust with vigor. Moans are punched out of him, and Darry lets his eyes flutter closed as his arms tighten around the creature. It growls, nose still pressed against the soft skin of his neck, panting hotly against the flesh, and its thrusts get a little harder, a little deeper.
“Please..please..please…” Darry begs, and he’s not even sure what he’s exactly begging for. Please stop? Please let me go? Please let me out so I can see my sister and tell her I’m alright? Please fuck me harder? Please go faster? The creature seems to assume the latter, because its thrusts pick up in speed, their skin slaps together loudly in the darkness of this rinky-dink church.
The familiar feeling creeps up Darry’s body once more, the boiling in his gut spills over the sides, and his brows pitch, his eyelids only slightly open as his mouth falls open in a long whine. His legs tighten around the creature’s waist, ankles locking together, keeping it lodged deep inside of him. Its wings flap once more, frantically this time, and it lets out a short roar into Darry’s shoulder, sharp teeth digging into the soft skin as it presses its hips in as far as it can. The human gasps, feeling the gobs of hot cum pump into him heavily, thickly coating his insides with every throb.
He hisses in pain when the beast pulls its mouth away from his shoulder, blood dribbles down his back and across his collarbone; the eager tongue makes a comeback, smoothing over the warm flesh, gathering up as much blood as it can. Its hips press in just a little bit further before slowly pulling back, and there’s a soft squelch once it pulls out. Darry’s hole drools with its cum, slowly pooling under him as he lies there, panting weakly as he once again comes to stare blearily at the cross above him, an act that feels shameful and dirty.
Tears come to cloud his vision, and a soft whimper slowly bubbles from his throat. What the hell is wrong with him? Why didn’t he fight it off instead of letting it worship him like this, as if this altar was devoted to him? Fear begins to cloud the haze of his orgasm as he wonders: What happens now?
hey two followers kinda wanna write sumn for jeepers creepers despite my drafts for other shit but i’ve had a few ideas so far and maybe that’ll get my wheels oiled and turnin
anyway i like this picture because it looks like he’s holding up something he killed
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