Shia|23

Lucifer is my fav:D I'm 23 and taken tyvm

[meo-eiru]

Dinner🍼

The uncensored version is here on my Patreon!

[meo-eiru]

Before I forget! Just posted a speedpaint of this on my Patreon. Since there are 3 pages the whole video ended up being nearly 10 minutes long but hopefully it'll be enjoyable to watch.

[meo-eiru]

i was going through the relationship charts for the boys again and omg silias is almost brutal to the monster variants.....especially the vampire boy....

this makes me think how indifferent would silias be to other creatures. him being so indifferent actually makes him 10 times more scary to me

Relationship charts for context

Yeah, Silas might usually be all smiles all lovey-dovey but he still is an elf. And with that comes a superiority complex similarly to the other elves.

He has that superiority complex with humans too but it's more like "You're obviously less intelligent than me but I'm obsessed with your emotional side and think you're adorable", kinda like how we view pets or children. Like obviously they don't have the same level of experience and maturity we have but aww they are so smol and cute let us give them a head pat.

He doesn't like Theo and Ciaran as much because they are mixed versions of his hyperfixation. Not as real, not as pure.

Though, that aside, the one he'd hate the most is definitely Lavi lol. Lavi would also hate him. Silas would view Lavi as a perverted monster you should never ever get close to and Lavi would see him as a pretentious prick who lacks emotional intellect.

[meo-eiru]

I've always wondered, what if instead of Dana winning his inicial poll, what if other options won? if I remember correctly there was an actor idea !!😮 (I love Dana regardless !!)

Yeah we had a yandere actor, a yandere ex boyfriend and a yandere fan

Yandere actor was actually who I was voting for at the time lol, I just really like his visuals. Although I didn't have as much story planned out for him, I feel like he'd be quite the fun yandere.

Yandere ex boyfriend was actually a character I saw in a dream. The story idea was basically that you broke up with him because he was literally insane but he just kept chasing you around, like would physically run after you if he caught you scent or something.

Yandere fan on the other hand is a character I've had in my head looong before I started posting on tumblr. The idea is basically: In a normal otome isekai story we usually have the main character who was a fan of some novel or game, getting reincarnated into that story and meeting the characters she liked oh so much.

But what if YOU were the said fictional character, living your normal life in our very normal world, except none of it is real, you're not real, it's all a book and the fantasy worlds in otome isekai series are the actual real worlds.

Long story short he's a fan of that book and is insane about you. You're his oshi, he has a whole room full of merch of you, and eventually decided to use magic to make you real because who wouldn't want to make their fictional crush real am I right? So now you're in this strange fantasy world with a guy who has his walls covered with your face.

[aquaelle]

Never meet your idols

[meo-eiru]

Excuse me, Himbo Male Dragon who wants to be your housewife and have your children???

Please. Meru. I'm begging you on my hands and knees.

Show me the one who wants to become my beloved wife.

Here's a quick doodle

Doesn't have a name at the moment (I feel like we've already established that I suck at finding names) but basically, he's a dragon hybrid who's one of the very few remaining. Because of that he's not really familiar neither with his own kind nor humans.

When you first find him he gets scared and hides away but with time you manage to get him to warm up to you and he proceeds to get super clingy. He wants to be your wife and wants you to impregnate him even though it's biologically impossible, "We can find a solution with the power of love!" he says.

He cries when you leave him alone to go to school or work and tries to sneak into your room to feel less lonely, so you end up having to gift him your pillows and bedsheet so he can smell those and feel calmer. He also then brings those to his humble cave to build a nest for you two.

He has been one of the ocs I've been enjoying spinning in my head since imagining him being all cute and stupid is relaxing. Unfortunately I don't really have plans for adding him to the cast at the moment since I'm busy with the game + his personality and story might overlap with Silas'.

[r0-boat]

Whb mc personal headcanons extra (mostly just talking)

(thank you Tumblr for not giving me any indication that people were commenting)

I can't believe I need a disclaimer:

This post is in no way an argument of "why MC sucks or not etc" This is just my opinion and how I see her. Because I have a crippling problem of always trying to hyper-analyze protagonists and blank slate characters. If you try to use this to harass or win some argument over the internet about a porn game I will throw a break at you. This is me sharing my opinions and inviting people to a discussion. I want to talk about funny fictional characters.

Since I am a female I am going to use she/her pronouns for MC! My opinions about MC still stand regardless of gender.

First of all: Y'all thank you so so much for not going after me after saying MC has incel traits.

Obviously I'm not trying to make fun of MC for having these traits... Because if you peel back all of the violent misogynistic, homophobic and literally everything else. You just get people who are very sad lonely and have very low self-esteem.

MC strikes me has the type of person to just have given up on everything using porn as an outlet for a lot of trauma they have...

And trauma they are still having, bro she literally watched the only person she had in her life die right in front of her just like her parents... She was so distraught losing another person She literally begged to do anything from a demon. (Before she knew anything)

As much as I have problems with her I personally feel bad, She lost her parents at a very very young age being raised by a family who I assume probably had a little to do in her life. They're nice but according to the little screen time they have they don't seem to care that much.

May I remind you that MC lives alone in her own house... The same house That was owned by her deceased parents. Minhyeok was literally the only person she had.

And then it continues in hell, especially in the story these demons she lives with through the relationship with her is very transactional. She is there for one reason... And she's having sex too basically breathe.

And even if these demons did love her, for a while they didn't like her because of hers They liked her because of the completely different person she was in the past. Some demons are constantly comparing her and bringing her down to *descendant of Solomon*

I don't doubt her for being very detached because of this, I bet if a demon did try to genuinely want her affection... Not sex... Dating and affection. The first thing MC is going to think is "okay do they need me to take my pants off? They're kind of sexy so I might like this."

Not going to mention the amount of times demons took advantage of her or betrayed her trust or tried to kill her...

And the little fart on the shit cake...

SHE BASICALLY FOUND OUT THAT EVERYTHING SHE KNEW WAS A LIE. AND THE ONLY PERSON SHE GREW UP WITH TRUSTED AND THE CLOSEST SHE EVER FELT TO ANYONE IS POSSIBLY A MASTER MANIPULATOR WHO PROBABLY CREATED THIS ENTIRE LIFE OF HER PERSONAL SUFFERING FOR JUST HIM...

Ooh! I just know MC is going to be so allergic to commitment.

In conclusion: MC is extremely traumatized, And they are still getting traumatized to this day!

[rosalietodd013]

So this is something that’s bothered me for years but I never said anything. I can’t stand people who write fanfiction with an original character as the main character but tag as x reader. Like giving your character a name AND physical description is not a reader insert story. I understand the gender specific/neutral tags or intending your character to be a specific race or size but there does come a point where isn’t no longer a reader insert and it’s just a regular OC.

I wanna believe that a lot of people don’t understand the tag but as fanfiction writers I know that’s not the case. A lot of people do it to get more views for their story which is so dumb to me. Either write an actual reader insert or add the proper tags. It’s not that fucking hard.

Also I purposefully tagged reader insert tags I’m into to see if others have this same issue and what they think. I can’t be the only one annoyed but I’m cool either way.

[strawwbyy]

We all know and love the Kings, and that even if they're in the top of Hell, they might still be unable to be with the woman/man they love, mc, because they have to compete against each other.

I luvvv that type of angst, trying your best to be the chosen one, but maybe you won't be! They all have huge egos (except lucifer maybe), but i like to imagine them being unconfident sometimes, wondering that maybe one day they'll have to watch mc live a lovely life with another man and they won't be able to do anything about it.

BUT....... Yknow whats even YUMMIER. the NOBLES. i saw a chat of bael that inspired this thought. Think about it; it's been mentioned many times that they have to obey their king. they want to anyways, all the nobles are super devoted. but, like barbatos said, their kings interest isn't always their own. sometimes they have to do things they don't really want to, they have to put their king above themselves.

even in romance... you see where im getting at.

not all the nobles love mc, but some of them are MADLY in love. its really cute and all, but at the same time, mc mostly favors the kings (at least canon mc, our faves don't apply here lol), and they know deep down they dont really stand a chance against those godlike beings. it's even worse considering that some of them have to go out of their way to do things for their king regarding you.

be it foras, sitri, maybe even barbatos bruh whoever, some of these guys are really in love. they're men, and they want to love mc like a man, and claim them as their spouse, winning over the others. but some of those men theyre up against are their own lights, their kings, the ones they devote their life to.

it's such a clash in their heart, so fucking good.

[kamiflix]

▶︎︎ The Summoning (starring . ghost trueform!sukuna)

synopsis . In which you achieve your dream of meeting a ghost and fulfill your fantasy of fucking a monster as you meet Sukuna Ryomen—who just so happens to be a mix of both! content . afab!reader, monster fucking, double penetration, ghost au (?), choking, dumbification, porn with no plot, tw: spitting, degrading, rough sex, dirty talk, filth, slightly feral!reader—she’s unhinged & he hates that he likes it, manhandling (monster handling technically?), pet names, flirting via being mean, use of his stomach mouth, he’s kinda needy, squirting, age gap (hes like a thousand years old & reader makes fun of him for it), cum eating, masochism (on his end), brat taming, majorrrr size kink (he’s literally huge, pls), oral sex, breeding kink, anal, creampies, monster cock(s), faint implications of virgin!sukuna, etc.

word count . 9.1k | author’s note: this is technically a revised/edited repost from kamitv, but i want all my works on one account so if this looks familiar, that’s why! (not to mention ngh, trueform!kuna) banner art from "hachisuka's family kotoriboko"

Monsters fuck harder than humans.

This is fact, not opinion—despite what those many reddit threads have tried to tell you prior to today.

You've been down the looong rabbit hole of attempting to summon or find a real monster of sorts, and up until today, you never thought you'd have your factual statement proven.

But when you run into a particularly ghastly creature who just so happens to be a monster with two cocks that haven't been touched in centuries, you finally find yourself proving all those stupid online forums online wrong.

——

To backtrack, you do this annually.

No, not the whole monster fucking thing but, exploring abandoned and presumably haunted locations in search of one. This year was no different.

Today’s find is quite the eye-catcher. Hidden deep past a forest you’ve searched up and down prior to this discovery sat an old, rumored-to-be haunted manor.

In terms of your monster hunting, you found that the best results came about in the creepiest of places. Which is why there's a sense of longing for the rumors of your currently desired location to be true. After all, even though you've been hunting ghosts 'n monsters for years, you've still yet to ever quite meet one.

Many laugh at your little hobby, throwing names at you and calling you delusional for thinking you'll ever find either of the two. But you digress, one of your friends told you stories about how she'd summoned a ghost before and now you're fully convinced that you'll be able to find one yourself.

You didn't want to take the same (lazy) route as her and summon any sort of creature or spirit, you much perfered to return to her with a unique story of your own about how one came to you. Pun intended.

That, and you'd also like to go back to all those threads online and rant about how utterly wrong they are. Within the community of people who believe in ghost, monsters, and other things of that nature, there are those who then spread lies about how they probably can't or don't know how to have sex.

The first time you read some bullshit about that, you felt offended as if you were a monster or ghost yourself reading it. You knew these non-human beings had the capability to fuck better than the living, you just couldn't quite prove it yet.

Which brings you back to now, as you approach the massive solitary manor with a little glimmer of hope in your eyes, finding yourself in awe of how hulking and crooked the building is—as if it had been sulking from the lack of life for the past century or so.

Were there a few caution tapes and signs that explicitly said ‘Do Not Enter’ just a tree line back from where you were now? Yes. Did you completely disregard those warnings and continue with your exploration like always? Of course!

You pace down the long dirt path that leads up to the wrought iron gate that’s all rusted with the unfortunate hues of being forgotten. Everything about the scenery was perfect. The way the sky colored itself a fall-seasoned gray that’s washed-out and teasing on rain, only for water to never leave those shroudy clouds above, brought peace to your heart.

A strong inhale of the dampened earth around you that smelt of buried mysteries and wonder flows through your senses and brings a smile to your face. There were frosty breezes slipping past the thick fabrics of your sweater and making you shudder under its chill. Perfect.

You had a few items with you in a small bag that dangled off of your shoulder, within it a camera, flashlight, your phone—that surely lacked service this far out—and a granola bar that you found stashed away in your pantry at home. One of which you’re rather questionable of but, you needed the food just in case your monster or ghost decided not to show 'n give you something else to munch on…

As you push through those rusty old gates, which cry out loud groans of protest at the sudden movement, your eyes only get wider. There it was, the manor sitting itself on a slope, outer walls all wrapped in dried greenery where ivy had given up its decorative glow and chose a more gloomy appearance, and three stories of promise that silently begged for your impending exploration.

The gorgeous masterpiece of decay that stood before your very eyes screamed horror and haunting under the darkening sky above. Those washed-out clouds were steadily growing heavier with grey and yet it only excited you more. Perhaps the key to luring out a monster from such a spooky home was carrying some type of fear.

Maybe if you walked in scared, the being you were looking for would come running toward you, eager to frighten you more.

You shuffle through your bag for a moment and tug out your camera just to capture a couple pictures because you had a really good feeling about this place and wanted to have a few things to remember it by. 

As you soon skip up onto the broad porch, the wood immediately exhales dust from your weight meeting it, causing you to cough a couple times and wave a hand out to clear the airy dirt. 

Then your fingers trail over the doorknob for a moment before you give it an eager twist and push forward, earning a wail from its aged hinges as the door swings open slowly. You’re met with thick views of darkness and end up having to squint a little just to make out a few silhouettes. You quickly fish for your flashlight and flick it on, revealing the interior to your curious gaze.

Dust is in the air, as expected, and you don’t waste another second before walking in and letting the door creepily shut on its own behind you with a heavy thud. Not that you flinch or anything. Instead, the sound of that heavy slam makes you smile as you hope that’s a sign you're not alone.

The air smells of age and abandonment along with a hint of something oddly sweet, like decaying flowers or something of the sort. 

You let your flashlight sweep across the entry way and take in the warped wooden planks decorating the flooring, a few pieces missing entirely and leaving holes that revealed thick cobwebs. Then there’s a grand staircase that curves upward all gracefully that’s also covered in cobwebs and looking as if it were much more appealing in a time distant from now. Lastly is about half a chandelier hanging from above, holding onto the torn ceiling just barely, that your light glimmers over faintly as you shine it up.

Glancing back at the shut front door, you cock a brow, “Surely the lil’ door slam wasn’t the best you’ve got to offer me?” You ask out loud, as if you knew someone or something was around here listening to you. Though, this was also a bit of a habit of yours.

While you never got responses to any of your abandoned-house narrations, it was still a habit that helped to fill the silence that often felt as though it were alive and watching you.

When your words go unanswered through a lack of movement from anywhere, you shrug it off and then begin to make your way around the house. You start on the first floor and snap photos of every room you enter, the loud flash and shutter being the only thing to fill the deafening silence of the home as it echoes throughout the eerie hallways.

Eventually, you make your way up to the second floor—y’know, after almost falling through a couple of shambled stairs and becoming a pretty decoration for the basement floor—and explore the rooms up there. Nothing of note really happens (aside from the few items weirdly falling off walls and shelves after you walked past them) until you enter the master bedroom that looked as though someone of royalty could have lived there once upon a time.

Even though you’ve never been inside of a castle to really compare bedroom sizes accurately…

You still felt like the bedroom was rather massive for any normal person to have once been occupying! That, and it was the only room within the entire manor that wasn’t as worn and torn as everything else. Hell, there was a lot less dust on the furniture and nothing was broken inside. It was almost like someone was living–

The temperature in the room suddenly drops to a degree so low your next breath fogs out in front of your lips, leaving you to shiver as your eyes go darting about the bedroom. This wasn’t it, was it? The moment you'd meet a ghost or monster? Or a mix of both??

Despite the frosty air causing your body to shudder and your hands to hug your arms, you felt yourself growing excited already and couldn’t even try to fight off the grin, “Okay, temperature drop… does this mean you’re close and ready to stop teasing me with fallen items like before,” You say, hopefully to the presence in the room with you. It’d be really embarrassing if you were ignored again, “Or are you still too shy to show your fa–”

“You’re trespassing, human.” A low, irritated and gravelly voice drawls out into the air from just a few feet behind you.

The chill you feel running up your spine now is nothing like what you’d felt due to the cold moments ago. No, no, this chill is much more one of warmth and raw fervor. That voice was heavy with a raspy bass and years of being trapped in purgatory—which had you chewing on your lower lip already.

You take a second to collect yourself and get a hold on your emotions before slowly turning around and…

Well, no one’s there.

Batting your lashes a couple times, you quickly feel disappointment stirring up inside you. You were honestly looking forward to finding a monster more than you were a ghost, and if the latter happened to be invisible—that'd ruin the whole fun of it!

Pouting, your flashlight lowers around the empty air as you make an attempt at forcing the darkness into producing a visible ghost via disgruntled glares.

“Real’ cliche, y’know,” You hum. If you’d gotten a response the first time then surely that meant your talking into the void was a step into the right direction, at least. “What’s next, are you gonna make some lights flicker?” You challenge with a little scoff as your feet carefully carry you deeper into the room.

And lo and behold, a light off in the left corner of the room does spark on for just a moment before crackling off with a loud pop! as the glass surrounding it goes breaking and small bits fly over. The pieces clatter to the floor and the flinch it earns from you left you embarrassed knowing that’s yet another sign you’re not alone.

Hell, not only were you not alone but you were also being watched and listened to.

You quickly remind yourself that this is exactly what you wanted and then shake yourself out of the momentary freight. “Hah, funny…” You utter dryly, hoping your (seemingly) ghastly company isn’t finding this short game of cat and mouse humorous. “But uh, if you’re trying to scare me, it’s not gonna work. I literally came here to talk to you.”

Technically you came to speak to any supernatural being, and not specifically the one haunting your surroundings but, if you could make the damn thing feel special for a moment long enough to compel it into showing itself, then a little white lie was worth the try.

"Stop being such a wuss and just show yourself already," You request, turning your flashlight every which way in hopes of spotting something. "I don't bite."

"I'm sure you don't," That same voice comes bellowing out, this time from your right. When you glance over and redirect the lighting, there's finally something. Similar to the infamous Cheshire Cat, there is but a mouth revealed in the air all mystically, "But you do speak far too much. It's no wonder you are here alone."

Then the mouth poofs and your eyes frantically wander around the area to spot it again. You were getting so close to officially meeting a ghost and yet you're stuck with one that had the nerve to tease his revelation.

You continue to aim your flashlight around. "What's wrong with me being here alone? Are you implying I didn't have any friends to bring along with me or something??" You ask, "Cause if so, you'd be wrong."

If anyone else were watching this entire interaction, they'd be fully convinced you'd gone crazy seeing as you were literally speaking to thin air.

There's a thunder of chuckling from behind you and your entire back suddenly feels warm-, hot, even. Followed by which is a rather sensual brush of air against your neck and that voice comes rumbling out hard enough to vibrate throughout the space around you, "Would I?" He purrs huskily.

It's embarrassing how addictive the sound of his voice is becoming. Gulping, your head angles off to the side before you whirl around fully in hopes of laying your eyes on who you're speaking to. Nothing fills the space there but, you could feel his unmoving presence now—as if a pair of eyes were burning into your very soul.

"Yeah, you would," You claim, "I came here alone on my own accord."

"Mmh," A sound of understanding thrums directly in front of you as a half-shrouded shadow finally begins to emerge from the nothingness. It's slow the way his frame comes into your line of sight, the edges of his towering body flickering all ghost-like at its ends and resembling that of burning candle wisps. “Then you’ve yourself to blame for what’s to become of you, tresspasser.”

Something blossoms deep within the pit of your stomach, almost like butterflies. Unfortunately for the increasingly attractive ghost in front of you, you weren’t exactly the type to see the difference between a threat and flirting.

As you fight the urge to smile, his entire figure is revealed to you and… holy shit.

Standing at a staggering six-, no, over seven feet tall is a scowl-faced monster who looked like he wanted to kill you already. Two muscular arms cross over his beefy, inked chest, while another pair of arms have found themself on the purchase of his hips to rest upon. His hands carried dark black paint across the nails and if you expected the description of this beast to stop there, you were oh-so-poorly mistaken.

To your everloving surprise, he also has four eyes that are all fixated on your starstucken frame, taking in every inch of you just as you were him. Then you look down and catch the wide-spread smirk that adorns the fucking mouth on his stomach. The rapacious bastard had two of everything! Surely this was the greed level of which the Bible discussed as a sin so heavily.

Blinking a few times, you catch the way his attire is all ancient and yet regally sitting on his carved hips, robes hanging low whilst his upper half remains completely bare to your hungry gaze. When you finally bring yourself to look up at his face again, you catch the crimson red in his eyes that glared at you so vexingly it almost turned you on, and the matching markings decorating his unfairly even, yet ghastly skin.

Water wastes no time welling up in your mouth at the raw sight of him despite how absolutely haunting he was standing right in front of you. He was so broad that his shadow swallowed you up entirely and seemed to capture the entirety of that pathetic little flashlight in your hands.

You had to be the world's luckiest person. The longer you stood in his presence, the more you understood that this was some weird inhumane blend of a being. Not a mere ghost and certainly monstrous in every way, this was your greatest dream come true.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” You’re breathing out without second thought, eyes widened in awe. “Here I was expecting something like a floating bedsheet and yet you’re…” Your words die out on your tongue as he thumps closer and leans down to you.

Mockingly, his head weighs to the side and he studies your admiring gaze carefully. “You are not frightened," He points out obviously with a confused brow, “Why?”

“Am I supposed to be?” You ask in return. “I told you I came here looking to talk to a ghost.”

The pink-haired male standing broodily before you narrows all of his eyes at you and his gaze seems to grow impossibly sharper. “I am more than a mere ghost,” He seethes out all thickly in annoyance. God, he was really hot… “Mind your tongue when addressing me, human.”

You’re the one cocking a brow and folding your arms now—the gesture rather endearing to someone of his size in comparison to you—and your eyes go rolling with a level of sassiness he finds distasteful. “You look like a mere ghost to me,” You scoff before sizing him up and down, “Hell, or at least as old as one…”

“Excuse me?” He drones out whilst a vein begins to color his sharp jawline with hot irritation, “You will address me correctly, woman. I am Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curs—“

“Yeah, yeah,” You cut off with a wave of your hand. The audacity of your demeanor threw him so off that he couldn’t quite figure out if he wanted to tear you limb from limb or fling you out of the house. “I’ve got what kinda monster you are down already—old, grouchy, and bitchless—just my type. No need for the extra introduction, Mr. King of whatever-the-fuck.”

Sukuna doesn’t think he’s ever found himself at a loss for words until this very moment. 

Genuinely, it was as though all his speech had fallen on deaf ears and he wasn’t used to that in the slightest. Now, it has been years since he’s last spoken to a human but surely your kind hasn’t deteriorated in intellect this much..? Could you not sense the danger that exuded off of his large stature? Were the double appendages and monster-appearance not enough to ward you off immediately?

If so, why the fuck not?

“You-,” The proper syllables in his mouth struggled to formulate for a moment. Then he replayed your statement in his head and his expression twitched. “Bitchless?” Sukuna repeats, confusion splaying out over his handsome face.

Snorting, you offer him a nod of your head, “Yeah, bitchless.” Then you gesture at his ancient attire, “You look like you haven’t seen pussy in decades.”

His lashes merely flutter over at the mouth you had on you and how ridiculously unfiltered it seemed to be. Well, that, and the way your lips curved and slid over one another as you spoke. Sukuna’s unsure why his many eyes zero in there as if he needed to watch your own voice slip out of you.

“And you’ve made this assumption based on..” His deep tone trails off for only a moment as he follows your gaze down to his clothes, “My attire? Traditional clothing leads you to believe I am… 'bitchless'?” Sukuna asks with a far too innocent curiosity weighing into his words. 

The term to describe his lack of women alone already sounded weird coming out of his mouth, all uncouth and unfamiliar to him.

“I mean, yeah.” You huff softly, “That and the way you’re talking-, are those four arms?” You interrupt yourself as if you’d been waiting to get that out ever since you set eyes on him. Then you’re adding on an eager, “Can I touch them?” whilst stepping forward.

Sukuna doesn’t move because the closing distance between the two of you meant nothing to him. “No, you may not-,” He’s answering without considering your words for even a second. Unfortunately for him, he’s been graced by the presence of the world’s most persisting woman; you—who slithers up close to him and reaches an arm out. To which he deadpans, “What are you doing.” as if demanding a direct response from you instead of questioning your actions.

You get close enough to him to feel the weird heat oozing off of his towering body, leaving you to wonder if all your presumptions about the supernatural had been wrong. You thought they were supposed to be cold. This one is everything but. 

Feeling his eyes still on you, “I just wanna get a closer look,” You clarify, “Pleeeease-“

“Do not whine unless provoked.” Sukuna scoffs, doing little to hinder his current loathing. “You will have your look, human, and then you will leave, yes?”

Ignoring his question entirely, you take the permission to study all four of his arms and then run with it. 

Your hands come up to feel along each one carefully, leaving you surprised by the fact that you can even do that considering you thought your touch would sink right through him. It was clear that he was far from dead, despite his haunting stature. He had some sort of ability to control the transparency of his body at will, so that let you know Sukuna specifically allowed his body to be solid just so you could feel on it.

“They’re so big,” You exclaim gently as your palms travel the expanses of his arms and earn a grunt from his throat.

Through this, you end up circling Sukuna and feeling just about every inch of his multiple appendages. The markings and muscles that carve out his body are almost enough to have you drooling (again).

When you make it to his front once more, your touch curves downward from his upper arms and trails over his collarbones before making a descent across his chest. He may be some sort of ghost-monster but he is very much alive in a certain sense. At least, alive enough for you to feel the rapid beating of his heart as your fingers splay over him, and alive enough for you to notice the jump in his low breathing once your fingertips graze his nipples.

Sukuna immediately catches the spark in your eyes when you realize his little flinch and he wastes no time in grabbing hold of your wrists. “Enough,” He warns, “You have felt and looked at me enough. Leave.”

Ignoring him again, your eyes simply dart down and then you hum, “So, four arms, four eyes, and a mouth on your stomach, huh? Does this mean you have two of everything?” You ask before looking up again.

A vein is settling into his forehead now. “Aside from legs, obviously, yes.” Sukuna answers in a tone low enough to rival a snarl.

Wrists still held captive by his larger hands, you nod. “Right, right…” You start out innocently. But—even though he’d only known you for a few minutes now—it was clear you were about to ask something else that’d only piss him off further. “Does that mean you have two assholes?”

“What?” Sukuna scoffs as he flings your wrists out of his grasp, causing you to stumble off to the side a little. Then he crosses his arms again, “No, I have two cocks.”

“Well that doesn’t make any sense but, whatever…” You deride with yet another roll of your eyes. Quickly adding a casual, “Are they big too?”

Any moment now his cursed body will allow him to kill you, surely.

He brings a hand up to pinch the slightly curved bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment as he sighs, “Are you insulting me, human?”

“No, of course not!” You say quickly, waving your hands out. “I’m just curious, honestly!”

“Don’t you things have a saying about curiosity and how it kills,” Sukuna bores, gaze flicking over to you once more. When he notices the way you’re still sending him that glimmerful look, he tutts. “No,” He answers, “They are average size. Now leave.”

A brow of yours has never shot up faster, “Average sized for a behemoth like you or…” Your voice trails off as you slowly look down, quickly finding yourself staring rather openly at that downright slutty v-line of his and how veins decorate the center, trailing lower and then disappearing behind the hefty robe bundled up and resting at his hips. 

There was no way a being of his size had anything “average” in between his legs.

It’s not until you notice him stepping forward that all your senses grow rather alert again. Then comes his voice, completely weighted and thick with a sudden tension that has your spine stiffening, “If I show you, will you leave?”

“Probably not,” You reply jokingly to mask the heat that quickly sunk into your face at the sound of his bold words. 

And here you’d thought you’d be the only shameless one here…

Sukuna lets off a stiff groan when he hears your response as he continues his slow pacing toward you. To which you quickly backtrack, “Okay, okay, fine. Since you’re offering, I’ll leave after you show me.”

The distance between you two only grows smaller and you gulp profusely. The old floorboards beneath his feet didn’t creak nor grouse in the slightest under his bulky body and that served as more proof that he was very much a ghost, as if you needed any more by now.

“Good.” Sukuna’s tone draaags out of his body and you feel almost possessed as his next command leaves his slightly rose-toned lips, “Now sit.”

He ordered you so seamlessly that you almost felt like some kinda dog. “Pardon?” You chuckle nervously, “Y-You want me to sit on the floor?”

The monster can’t help the twitch of his lips as they curve upwards into a vicious smirk, “You want a proper look, don’t you?” He asks rhetorically. “Your best view of my cocks will be from down on your knees.” Sukuna claims.

You wanted to hate how stupidly wet his words got you just then but, how could you focus on that when you were too busy lowering yourself down onto your knees for him? The floor is cool against the fabric of your pants where your knees meet them and Sukuna waits until you are completely seated before he even starts moving. 

You barely even knew this creature and within only ten minutes of talking to him, he had you on your knees as he soon used his lower set of hands to pull at the stocky fabrics of his robes. Your eyes were as eager as ever, the look in them making something primal stir inside of the monster in front of you. It’d been so long since he’d laid with a woman and then you came along.

Dropped right at his doorstep too. How perfect.

Sukuna’s thick fingers pluck at his robes ever so slowly just so he could haul the tense moment out even longer. He knew you’d leave once he revealed himself to you so, part of him wanted to take this as gradually as possible. Your gaze never wavers and you’re catching every shuffle of the white fabric against his fingertips and the way they eventually drape off to the side just enough for you to see skin.

And the moment you do, you can’t help the gasp that jumps out of you. Lashes fluttering about, you’re left bewildered by the two large, fully erect cocks bobbing out from under those pesky robes that’d been peeled gracefully to the side like wet panties. Something pathetic threatens to exit you but, tugging your lower lip in between your teeth helps you keep that at bay.

“They’re hard…” You point out obviously whilst your head steadily begins to tip off to the side in awe. His upper cockhead is drooling profusely enough to challenge the saliva welling up inside your mouth right now, especially as your words hit the air.

Sukuna is still glaring down at you like he couldn’t be bothered with this tiresome situation, his top two arms neatly crossed all casually, and a knowing smirk returning to his expression again once he notices the way you’re looking at him. “They always are.” He explains to you.

When you look up again, you miss the way precum sprouts from the tip of his lower cock in reaction. “That must hurt, huh, big guy?” You whisper, knees shifting against the floor to grow closer.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were trying to remind yourself that you wanted to meet a monster. Not fuck one. 

Sukuna flashes a pouty scowl at you, amusement quickly wiped from his face as you carried the nerve to mock him. Something frustrated burned deep in the pit of his stomach the more he stared down at you.

Both of his dicks being paintfully hard just a few inches away from the same mouth he’d been gaping at before surely wasn’t helping his mind right now. And the fact that you still taunted him like he wasn’t engulfing the very space above you was downright infuriating.

Then you had the gall to look down at his erections again. Sukuna watches your lips quirk and he feels himself twitching. “Oh, you’re wet,” You purr teasingly as you lift your index towards his glistening tip.

His jaw tenses immensely and his brows meet, a heavy puff leaving his slightly flared nostrils, “I do not get, ‘wet’, woman.” He argues.

“But, your cocks are dripping,” You hum innocently with a point of your finger, “Look.” Then you unintentionally make contact with his tip, your skin slipping right over the dribbling mess currently leaking from the slit of his blushing head.

Sukuna’s lips part just barely and his voice is uncharacteristically softer, “That’s…”

He can’t find the words to finish that statement of his before you’re scooting all the way forward so that you’re properly in front of him, finger still rubbing faintly against his tip.

“I could help, if you want,” You offer.

His hands fidget slightly as he fights the overwhelming urge to take your head into his large palms and angle you as he pleases—a rush of desire to use your mouth overcoming his thoughts just that quickly. “I have not experienced pleasure from a human in centuries,” He tells you, “What makes you think you’re worthy of pleasing me?”

Blinking, “Perhaps the way you’re wetting up my finger right now?” You say with a chaste snort as you pluck said finger away to see the string of arousal hanging between his tip and your finger. Curiously, you quickly pop that finger into your mouth and suck on it with a little hum.

Sukuna’s brows shoot up in surprise after watching you do that, wondering what the hell got him to this point in his afterlife…

“Fine,” He grumps, finally using his lower set of hands to clasp your face into his palms. Your hands fall into your lap and he steps impossibly closer, feet coming up against the outer sides of your thighs as his cocks dangled over your face. Then Sukuna was pressing a fat thumb over your bottom lip and easing your mouth open, “Since you want to help me so badly, open up properly for me.”

A whine sinks right out of you—one of pure, satisfactory need. As your mouth broadens in width for what’s in front of you, you hardly get a moment to really process what you've gotten yourself into before a plump 'n searing head of wet precum is kissing the skin of your lip.

You keep your eyes up on Sukuna's silently degrading ones whilst your tongue lulls out of your mouth in slutty fashion and carefully swipes up his taste. Then your lips push forward once more and you're going from soft kitten licks to honeyed kisses.

To which Sukuna scoffs and shifts one of his hands to the top of your head, "If this is meant to get me off, you're doing a rather poor job." He comments meanly.

You obviously don't care for his words so, accepting his little challenge, you push your head forward and lift your hand up to his second cock. Your mouth quickly engulfs Sukuna's arguably longer set of inches as drool spills down into the palm you have smoothing over his thicker shaft below.

The quick motions have Sukuna hissing sharply in surprise. You're on your knees lathering his second cock using the mess of saliva and slick from the first as if you'd done this before, skillfully jerking at one length while you hungrily swallowed up the other.

He could hardly keep his many hands on your head, part of him wanting to let you do your thing since you'd seem to know what you were doing now.

His dick easily bulged around your wettened lips and with every deep suck on him. Your face was left brushing against his pelvis and meeting the pretty pink tuffs of hair that decorated his skin there. With each time your lips french kissed his base—tongue spelling your name out against the sensitive vein he had hiding on the underside of his curving cock—Sukuna found himself shuddering.

“Y-Yes, like that...” He stammered, trying to quickly make up for it with a low clearing of his throat and a hearty groan, “Fuuck, what a perfect throat for my cock.” He praises as he works a set of fingers through your hair and watches the way your head twists and bobs--squelches ringing all throughout the air. “I fit in this hole like it was made for me.”

Then the hand you have wrapped oh-so-perfctly around his second shaft is squeezing around him and jerking even faster before you pry your mouth off with a sloppy pop! and then dribble globs of spit all into your hand.

“Y'know, this one’s longer than the other,” You whisper softly as you let your kisser slip against the same dick you just had buried in your throat seconds ago. Then you divulge a drunken little snicker, “And this one-, mh," Your head angles down and smooches at his other erection, "This one’s thicker…”

His left pair of eyes begin to twitch due to your studying and slight analyzation of him, “Stop… mgh-, talking..." He huffs.

You pull away just enough to send him a smile, “Why? You were just throbbing all over my tongue a second ago.”

“Tch," Sukuna scoffs with that expected attitude of his, ears blushing with red he hopes you don't notice (you do). "Open your fucking mouth and make that tongue of yours worth something to me again.” He orders.

Before you get the chance to say anything else snarky or challenging, he's maneuvering your mouth right back onto him. The motion isn't too rough or anything, just enough to get you to shut the hell up before he embarrassingly left a mess of creamy white on that pretty face of yours earlier than he intended to...

“Theere we are. Much better," He utters as his body relaxes and your throat clamps cutely around his plump shaft, “Hahh, you’re a lot more likable as a cocksleeve.”

At that, he feels the way you whine against all his staggering inches and then practically rip yourself off with a slight cough just to huff, “Excuse m-mmpf–”

Unfortunately for you, you're only cut off again by Sukuna feeding his dick past those parted lips of yours—ones of which he truly didn't feel like hearing any more complaints from. Which is why he's fighting back a snicker and his tone comes out a bit more cooing, “No more of that. C’mon now, I thought you were learning,” He whirs out.

Groans that meshed with pretty grunts quickly gurgled out of him as his strong hips started thrusting forward. You lose your grip on him with your hand and to make up for the surprise, your hand merely slips further down to stimulate his weighty balls.

You gag around him almost immediately as you feel his rude cockhead pounding against the back of your throat with a viscous thwack—-having coaxed you into deepthroating him now.

The smile that draws out against his lips is full of pure sin, “Mmgh, look at you—gagging all around me," Sukuna husks out, hand tucking behind your head now to glide you into his thrusts. "Is it too big for you, brat?" He chuckles, tipping his head to the side and adoring the way you pout around him and send him a teary glare, "I thought this was what you wanted?”

You’re left unresponsive to him since you’re too busy taking the way he pulps up against your uvula to tug more gagging and slopped purls out of you. As a completely disheveled mess of a woman below him, you can’t help but feel way more debauched than you thought you would.

And this was really only the beginning.

Sukuna’s impolite with the way he fucks your throat; one cock pumping in and out of your mouth with little to no mercy as the slick of his second head bumps up under your slacked jaw and constantly thumps the center of your throat—serving to only make your trachea tighten around his first. 

And the sounds that were leaving you…

God, it was filthy. All sorts of choking and gurgling surged throughout the room and the mess of spit and liquid arousal that was gathering into a messy little puddle onto the floor in between the two of your legs was just disgusting. 

Sukuna doesn’t find himself losing his patience again until he notices how far apart your thighs have become and the way he can’t exactly see where your second hand has gone off to.

The right corner of his lips twitch and he tips his head over some more—still fucking your throat ‘til it was likely to be bruised—just to finally spot what exactly you were doing. Your hand had dived in between your legs all selfishly to touch what he’d mentally already claimed as his from the moment you’d opened your mouth for him.

An almost feral crack of a smile dawns onto his lust-struck features, “Awh, are you touching yourself?” Sukuna coos again, lower lip sticking out into a pout to mock the whimper you let out against his cock. “How cute. That poor pussy is down there aching for me, isn’t she?” He asks rhetorically before finally using the grip on your hair to pull you off of him. As you pant heavily in an honest attempt of catching your breath, his voice dips impossibly lower, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Despite the dizziness whirling around your mind right now and the way you felt as though you could hardly see through the tears that’d welled up in your eyes from his mean use of your throat, you still manage a nod and a weak hum, “Mhm..”

He scoffs, “You should know I hate mumbling by now. Speak, woman. You had so much to say earlier, don’t stop now just because I’ve given your throat a little fucking.”

He says as if you couldn’t feel the soreness creeping up on you already…

Obediently, you swallow a gulp down carefully and then nod, “Yes, Sukuna.” Your voice is hoarse, as he fully expected and wanted it to be.

But to annoy you even further and test just how far this obedience of yours would go, Sukuna brings a finger to your jaw and tips your head further up, “Yes what? What exactly do you want? Tell me.”

“I want you to fuck me,” You request softly before leaning into his touch more. His hand opens for you and your cheek mashes into his large palm—a gesture of which is far more intimate than he cares for it to be but, he lets it carry out for a moment.

“Mmh,” Sukuna grumbles, “I’ve missed your kind dearly.” Then he takes his hand away from you and nods over to the bed a few feet away from you both, “Get on the bed and strip.”

——

Spoiler alert, the bed breaks.

Now, you don’t know if that’s because you ended up fucking a ghost who also happened to be a literal monster or if that’s because the damn bed was probably older than you were. 

While Sukuna was very rough with your throat, he’s a bit softer with your cunt. You suspect that’s because he hadn’t had pussy in so long, which made him almost like a virgin of sorts.

Though, he did not fuck like one.

“Look at youu, so wet and pretty for my cock,” His words feel as though they were cascading down onto your entire spread frame with how contrastingly gentle they were. 

Currently, his pretty reddened tip was busy driving up and down the expanse of your puffy folds, gathering your syrupy slick all over his skin and letting it smear into the wetness that’d decorated his length from previously.

Sukuna doesn’t miss a single twitch in your body and his multiple pupils dilate as he watches your cunt slobber and twitch around his length before he’d even pushed it in yet, “Do you like that? Yeah?” You merely replied with a half nod of your head considering the way you were losing your mind right now. 

It was a constant and tortuous tease of his monstrous cock sinking up and down your sleeky slit, so heavy and profound with the way he’d occasionally rub aloft against your clit. 

When he finally, finally started to push into you, your back was quickly arching up from the creaking bed and your eyes had crossed from the sheer stretch before rolling delicately back. 

Sukuna glanced down to gape at your clammy thighs clung carefully in two of his palms as he kept them apart. Then, it's rather whorish the way he spits into the pad of his other thumb, pushes the erection he doesn't have inside you to the left for room, and then swipes that thumb of his down to glissade around your clit.

The motion serves to make his entry a tad bit easier for you but it doesn't hinder the number of times whimpers of his name float past your lips. A set of your fingers wrap around one of his wrists just to hold on whilst his plumping head pushes past your tight ring of resistance.

“O-Ohhmygod,” You whine ever so sweetly, unintentionally causing his shaft to bulge deeper into you with an eager-to-please thrust of his hips.

Sukuna’s groans are probably the most hauntingly sexy thing you’ve ever heard in your life. The sound takes up the entire bedroom and has your cunt gushing around him and then pulling his cock all the way into the hilt. 

You’re clinging on his wrist as you gasp from the streeetch he was bullying you with. And he wasn’t even trying to be rough with you (yet), it was just natural. Someone of his size was bound to come with a bit of pain. Luckily for you, getting your throat fucked prior to this had you soaked beyond belief.

Well, that and the fact that you’d been turned on ever since he sent his glares your way.

Right now though? That glare has been replaced with dainty pleasure that’s washed his grumped face—leaving his eyebrows tensed upwards, mouth salivating heavily, and eyes practically forming small hearts in them.

Something in his brain is sputtering. You were so unfairly warm around him that he felt as though he’d finally made it to heaven for a moment; right here, inside you.

After he’s got one cock completely flush within your weeping pussy and has given you a moment long enough to adjust to his size, his hips begin to pry back—just barely. He could only pull his length out a few inches before stuffing himself right back in with a raw, anxious grunt tumbling out of him.

Now that, he hated. He absolutely despised how addictively good you felt. So much so that it takes over his body and before he even realizes what he’s doing, he’s got you folded up into a mating press. Now his hips were relentless against yours, the clapping of skin bouncing about the room as he sang out groans of how perfect you were.

You were under him struggling to breathe with the inability to move your body—your arms pinned over your head by two of his hands, his others on your legs. It’s not until his cockhead sloppily slips out of your cunt with a gushy squelch and then accidentally presses against that second hole, catching against your rim and earring a whine of surprise from you.

Sukuna’s body halts at the sound and he would’ve stopped entirely if not for the heightened, “Fuck, yes,” that ghosts out of you. Then his eyes snap up to your face and he waits until you give him this look that almost has him blowing his load. “Don’t stop,” You snicker lightly, eyes glinting with want, “I need both of them.” You demand.

Again, the monster’s brain all but malfunctions. His hips are moving at the same time his lips are to respond with a straining simper of, “Filthy girl…” You feel his slathered mushroom tip begin to press forward once more, this time to ease carefully into your ass. There’s another span of slowness as you wince upon entry, though, it’s not a wince of unwelcoming. “You’ve already begun to soak up one of my cocks and now you’re begging for the second?” He teases.

The fluids from your cunt easily served as lube for him to glide in almost smoothly after a few minutes of adjustment. And his second, upper cock doesn’t take much longer to swell back in between your puffy folds.  

Sukuna couldn’t even try to stop himself from cumming the moment he had both of his dicks inside you. It was rather immediate, the cluttered spurts of globby cum into both of your tight caverns of warmth and wetness. His groan is bellowing and almost apologetic as he does so, hips quickly snapping forward in hopes of distracting you from the way he’d manage to cum so early.

…Even though you’d long since made multiple messes around him by now.

Incoherent moans choke out of you now, eyes crossed into dizziness from being filled by not one but two veiny cocks. “S’kunaa,” You’d cry out in a blabbering slur, face a mess of drool and tears as your gaze remained lust-glossed. “I f-feel s’fuckin’ full,” You grumble, arms twitching to escape the weight his own kept on them.

He hadn’t even started moving yet and both of you were completely drunk on one another. Sukuna felt like he couldn’t think and you definitely couldn’t breathe coherently. 

Huffing, “Look at you, all spread out and dumb on my cocks,” Sukuna has the never to murmur to you before leaning his heavy body down and caressing his slippery thumb downwards against your clit. Then he eaches your ear and your brain feels like mush as he whispers carefully, “Prettiest thing I’ve seen in centuries.”

“K-Keep talking about how-, hahh.. h-how old you are, m’close,” You snicker just barely as he turns his head and sticks his tongue out to lap the tears and saliva up from your face.

Then he’s talking against your skin whilst gently rocking his hips forward, just pressing deep against your slicking insides. “Oh, you think you’re so funny, huh?” He challenges.

To which you break out a smile, “Mhmm..”

It’s instinct the way his fingers narrow around your clit to pinch hard enough that a throb is induced from your body. The damn monster acted as though the entire weight of his body wasn’t already smothering you down into the bed, “Laugh now.” 

“Fuu-uck…” You gasp in reaction, “Mmgh! hnngh, Sukuna!”

“You’ll wear my name out if you keep moaning it like that,” He whispers playfully as he finally adjusts his weighty body to help you bring some oxygen back into your lungs. Not that this lasts long since the greedy tongue from his stomach mouth soon splays out against your lower abdomen and slathers its way down to your clit to lull over. Your walls instantly begin to cuddle the swelling shafts of his cocks in reaction.

Yet you still manage to scoff, “Would you r-rather me—fuck, that f-feels good—moan something else?”

“I would rather you shut the fuck up,” He counters before releasing your arms from his hold and then stuffing two fingers into your mouth. You muffle something bratty out against his digits but that only makes him smile, “Ahh, muuuch better. No more of those annoying words out of that drooling mouth of yours. So messy…”

From there on out, everything is just messy and no longer soft. In Sukuna’s mind, he gave you ample time to relish in what little he possesses of a “soft-side” but now it was time to get back on track.

Those angry hips of his waste no more time with meeting your skin with haphazard thrusts as the veins decorating his bulking dicks rub all drunkenly against your honeyed walls.

Quickly earning a groan from him, “Mmgh, I prefer you this way, human.” To which you begin to lap your tongue around his fingers and work your mouth against them skillfully. “Suck harder,” He demands.

You, ever the brat, then decide to clasp your teeth around his fingers and instead of wining in pain or even flinching, Sukuna’s eyes flash something crazed before he moans, “A-Ah… fuck, bite me again.” He pants hotly, feeling your jaw clamp again,  “Harder,” He scolds. Followed by which is a smile that’s paired with a very faint whine, “Fuuuck yes, just like that.. good girl.”

Then he’s snapping into your harder, silently letting you know you’ve done nothing more than fuel his desire and causing the bed beneath the two of you to creak and thrash against the wall. His cum spills past your lips and your puckered hole whilst his monstrous sizes fill you out, leaving a creamy ring of white around his bases.

The mess of it all drools down to wrap around his balls that’d been busy clashing against your skin just as much as his insistent hips were. Sukuna was a merciless fuck, something of which any human you’ve ever been with could never compare to.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Having two fat cocks stretch out your needy holes?” Sukuna drawls out before he hears a shatter of wood from somewhere. 

His eyes leave you for hardly even a second to see that the bed under you both seems to have broken. Nevertheless, there were more important things to tend to right now—such as a sudden splatter of something profusely soaked from below. 

Sukuna looks down faster than ever and his body shudders at the sight and feeling of you squirting on him, “And look at that pussy, my, my… what a slutty lil’ thing she is.”

“S-Sukuna-, hnngh! S’too m-much!” You’re sobbing out, feeling a hand of his come up to cradle your cheek and swat away those messy tears of yours. He’d just licked the last batch of cries away from your face and yet you had the gall to wet it all over again? How rude.

“Oh hush your crying, slut.” He scolds, leaning all the way up now and waiting until your stream comes to a stop, “This can’t possibly be your first time squirting.”

“It iss,” You whimper, eyes rolling back, and legs still quivering from it. “S’too fuckin’ m-much… nngh-,” Your last moan is a bit quieter considering your voice is rather lost to pleasure by this point.

“And yet you took it all,” Sukuna huffs with a roll of his eyes. Then he slides out of you, his thick seed splattering out against your sweaty skin and leaving a mess of obscenity behind. “All of my inches, deeper and deeper into the back of those weepy holes.” He hums, tone reverberating against his throat.

Your body is left convulsing for a long moment whilst you feel the weight in the bed shifting, your eyes sealed shut, and mouth agape to capture most of your lost breath back.

Sukuna’s touch had left you and you thought you both were done. Uh-fucking-fortunately for you, it’s not long before his hands are gabbing at your thighs and tugging your body down against the bed.

You gasp loudly as your eyes fly open and you look down to see him in between your legs, face way too close to your pulsing pussy. “Sukuna, w-wait… you’re not about to–”

“Relaax, silly human. I just want to clean you up,” He murmurs slyly, angling his head inward and bringing his lips to the mess of cum and remnants of your squirting. You take a second to relax again but when you do, his eyes are hungry on yours, “Perfect,” He sighs, watching you bring a hand down and then diving it into his pink hair. “Now watch me feast.”

And feast he does, licking up every drop of cum that’d been left all over your gorgeous skin. Sukuna may have absolutely ruined you but he’d never leave you like that. His tongue is kittenish against your inner thighs and around your abdomen, making sure to clean around your cunt and saving the best part for last.

When he finally gets there, he’s pussydrunk all over again. His fat tongue dives past your plush folds and then gives them a firm suck to tug his seed out of you, “Mmgh.. we taste… ah, delicious together.” He whispers into your pussy. “Haahh, my woman spoiled me so well, mmhmm.”

You’re flinching every now and then due to the prominent sense of overstimulation thrumming throughout your body but since his tongue isn’t as bullying as the rest of him had been…

Broken and soft, “Y-Your?” you ask with barely furrowed brows.

“Pwah, you heard me. My woman,” He spits out, thumbs coming up to pry your glossy lips apart and watch you throb, “Isn’t that right, beautiful?” He says to your cunt softly. You clench around nothing weakly and that brings a tender smile to his face, “Mh, such a helpful lil’ thing…”

...So much for simply summoning a ghost or meeting a monster.

Your slutty ass just had to go the extra mile and fuck both wrapped up in one sexy package, huh?

To answer that, yes.

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@cupidstrace @iiakithegoat @hellodeeyanna @navyllll @grignardsreagent @kingofpiratesiguess @aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa444 @etsuniiru @starsryi @not-a-glad-gladiator

@audiblez @2kool4skoolll @bbfawns @elliescumtubeslut @daxphoriax @gorouenjoyer @oookore @whore4hobie @blubearxy @wonderfullymickey

@iaintblockinnobody @anothergojostan @kitassecretgf @iam-souless @nanamitiddiechomper @ohreallyfriend @kunababy @withersworld @lilacsforveins @suguphile

@megottheswaskikacooooke @kvsqkiii @yourlocalcatscammer @lucy-lulu @sukubusss @sweetieelilii @lisabelhyhn @bellesiy @serenadesvt @simp4idk

@haazelnuutloover @booboobear-12 @aryaelan @mattsukitty @riameriash @liasacountgothacked @arminseas2 @5seos @palanggaaa @beaniesayshi

[meo-eiru]

I like, totally can't wait for your game to be possibly famous on YouTube on the channel "Your Game" and it will have it's fandom and the biggest flex is, is that me and the rest of the others have been here first ever since you made your characters before the game got famous

Oh man you can't imagine how much I'm looking forward to hearing everyone's thoughts on the final product😂

When we made Hold Your Tongues with sel watching people stream the game or leave reviews on it was the highlights of my days and Seeping into your Heart is an even more personal project so I can only hope for a positive reaction like that

[sixxels-deactivated20260420-dea]

fratboy!nanami who constantly gets overlooked by his frat brothers. so, he fucks the girl everyone wants to prove he's more than just a square ˙⋆✮ smut, exobitionism (?)

fratboy!nanami was, for lack of better terms, a stickler. there was a reason he was the vice president of phi delta theta after all. he was astute, well mannered, harsh when needed, and overall a very well put together man. but, vicing a rowdy president like gojo left little time to himself where he wasn’t cleaning up a mess satoru had made.

as a result, the blonde had little to no time to fully engage in the... college experience. 

kento wasn’t bothered by this fact, to be honest, he liked the work that came with the frat. he was well respected, had a purpose, and had a certain amount of control in his environment, exactly how he liked it. 

but, on nights where his brothers would get on the piss and become a little too bold, the incessant teasing would begin. 

toji had kicked it off this time, “ken, when th’ fuck are you gonna get laid?” the inquiry caused an onslaught of laughter and consistent goading. 

“yeah, maybe some pussy’d help with that stick up yr’ ass,” sukuna huffed out, taking a hit of the cone circling round’ the room. 

“leave him aloneee,” gojo added on, flopping down onto the couch and swinging an arm over nanami’s bulky shoulders, “let the poor man be celibate, he’s got other shit to worry about.” 

“yeah? like all the fuck-ups you cause for everyone else when you’re on one of your little power trips?” suguru piped up. 

“shut up.” the blue-eyed freak spat back. 

nanami would just roll those pretty hazel eyes and take a swig of his drink, telling them all to fuck off before ignoring any further digs. 

he wasn’t a virgin or anything, like i said, he was just busy. he’d had a fair few girls before he sold his soul to the house, it’d just been a while! that’s all. he told himself he didn’t give a shit, but then the boys did it again. and again, and again, and again. 

after around the sixth time, the man had enough. 

he was gonna get laid alright, and he was gonna leave a lasting impression on all of his fuckwit friends. 

kento had the perfect plan cooking up in his head. out of everyone on campus, he knew there was only one person he could ask to carry said plan out with, and that was you. 

you were very well known among the frats. not for being a notorious slut or anything, no way, the complete opposite actually. you were hot shit, on track for an equitable future, the embodiment of look but don’t touch, a certified man-hating pillar. you never gave any guy the time of day, always choosing to hang with your friends at parties rather than give a male the satisfaction of your company. 

you had one exception, though. and that was nanami. 

he was your partner in one of your classes last year and he treated you with nothing less than respect. not once did he try to flirt or play around like most guys did, he just kept his head down, made normal conversation, and used his manners. 

god, why couldn’t all guys be like nanami? 

it wasn't much of a secret that you’d formed a little crush on the man, and if you weren’t mistaken, you’d say he liked you too after all the flirty conversation you’d exchanged since the project.  but then again, the whole 'busy' thing. a little annoying that the first guy you’d had a proper crush on was always too busy being big and important at his frat, but you could deal with it. 

nanami was worth it. 

anyway, long story short, he was the only guy who had the privilege of being in your contact list on campus, and that warranted a lot of back-and-forth conversation. 

nanami smiled at the last chat you’d had about hating gojo, then sent the message that would start everything off. 

kento [7:38pm] evening, [name]. i hope you’re doing well. 

kento [7:38pm] i was wondering if we could meet up and talk sometime soon? 

you [7:42pm] kento! 

you [7:42pm] hiii :) 

you [7:42pm] ofc, tell me when and where and i’m there 

kento [7:45pm] perfect, does right now and my room sound okay? i’m sorry, i know it’s such short notice. 

you [7:45pm] mhmmm that’s fine 

you [7:45pm] omw! 

now it wasn’t like kento was using you, no chance in hell. this wasn’t a one-sided scheme, he too had had a crush on you for quite some time and he knew you liked him as well. in fact, the two of you had frequently spoken about how your joint lack of sex weighed heavier on the both of you than you’d liked to admit. 

“y’know, ken. if you ever wanted to indulge, i'd be happy to help.” 

“how generous, most men would kill to hear you say that,” 

“what can i say, you’re pretty special to me.” 

“we’ll see, angel.” 

well, this was him seeing. 

~ 

“ken, y’ in there?” nanami heard drift from the other side of his door, followed by three short knocks. 

he instantly shot up, straightened out his shirt, then strolled up and opened his heavy wooden door. 

“evening, glad you could make it.” he smiles softly, taking all of you in with lidded eyes. 

“anything for you.” you teased half heartedly, oblivious to the effect that little quirk had on his now throbbing cock. 

he closes the door behind you, then ushers you to sit beside him on his bed. 

“well, don’t you look lovely. i hope the guys didn’t give you too much trouble on the way up here? i should have met you downstairs, my bad.” 

taking a loose thread from your shirt and twirling it around your finger, you smile and reply fondly. “they weren’t too bad. just told them we needed to study and they left me alone. and it’s no issue, i was the early one.” 

nanami smiled at your unusually formal reply. very different from your regular laid back demeanour, he could tell you were a little nervous. 

“you’re probably wondering why i asked you over so late?” 

“mhm, what's that about? y' need something?” 

yeah, you. 

he shook his head and turned to face you completely. “you remember that talk we had last summer? how we chatted about—” 

“—about our sex lives? or... lack thereof.” 

he's taken aback at how readily that slipped from your lips, like you were just waiting for this to come up.

“yes, well... exactly.” he clears his throat and curls his pointer finger around your pinky that lays rested against his bed sheets, sending a flush of heat to both your face and lower stomach. 

“now, what i'm about to ask is going to sound terribly douchey, but i'd like if you were to hear me out...” he looks up at you to see you nodding along with an intrigued little glint behind your eyes. “the guy’s have been especially irritating as of late about how little action i get, and it’s getting on my nerves.”

he sighs in pure embarrassment from how horrible this was about to come off, “i was wondering if you’d be open to—” 

“yes!” 

nanami looks a little shocked at how you cut him off once again, staring at you with an air of surprise. 

“i mean, yes.” you say a tad calmer. “yes, i wanna do it, with you... now.” 

the once stoic man finds it hard to suppress his enjoyment and lets go of a soft laugh. 

“eager, i see.” 

“you could say that.” 

well, that was easy.

“so, you don’t mind if i...” his hand slips up your arm, pulling you closer to his body with a low, sly smirk. seeing him in this light did nothing to aid the coil tightening in the pit of your stomach, and you nod feverishly. 

“please...” 

the reaction is instant, he leans in and gently takes your lips in a deep, slow kiss. nanami allows you to set the speed, starting out nice and slow, but for you that wasn't enough, you’d spent too long needing this man for this to be anything but fast-paced and passionate. 

you bite at his bottom lip as you slip into his lap, earning a guttural moan deep from the man’s throat. both his thick thighs and iron grip on your waist made for a nice seat as you begin to rock your hips back and forth against his hard, clothed cock. your tongues dance together as he keeps one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your head, guiding your face towards him as he desperately deepens the kiss. 

you pull away for air then drag your hand up his shirt, feeling his firm chest and solid stomach. “you’re built...” 

“surprised?” he quirks a brow, running his hands up and down your sides purposefully. 

“guess not... i wanna see.” you gently tug the bottom of the shirt then reach for the hem and pull it over his head. rippling abs and lines of thick muscles come into view, and you hold your breath in astonishment at the sheer amount of muscle mass. you’re completely awestruck at his build, his reddening chest rising and falling heavily as he struggles against his arousal. his entire torso was covered in a light sheen of sweat and his abs twitch as you follow the center crevice down. 

“you’re so hot, my god...” you breathe, any other guy would solicit no more than an impressed nod. but nanami? his ego deserved to be stroked. 

“thank you, angel.” he grins. “now let’s get these off.” he slips one hand beneath the waistband of your shorts, tugging you higher on his lap with the other arm to create enough room for him to yank them off. with one less layer of fabric, the pressure of his dick now felt all but too much to handle as he continued to explore your mouth with his tongue. your previous grinding movements started to slow from the new intensity, you were scared you’d finish right then if you were to keep going. but just then, nanami pulls away for a second, his hands now on your hips as he manually begins to pull you down harder. 

“keep grinding, baby. you can do it.” 

he's acting all smooth and suave, but deep down? he’s beside himself that he managed to capture your attention. out of all the men thirsting over you, you’d chosen him. he wasn’t particularly flashy or especially funny, yet you’d decided to entertain him when so many others would kill to be in his position. 

by now you’re letting the filthiest of sounds pour from your lips into his open mouth as your clothed clit bumps against his concealed cock over and over again. you try your best to conceal your sounds, but he pulls back to tease you a little, his cheeks flushed red as he smiles. “don’t hide those pretty whines, baby. i want them to hear.” 

he then hoists you up, flips you over, and climbs over you, pinning your arms over your head as he overtakes your lips. as he grinds, you free a hand, but he catches it and guides it to the front of his jeans, placing your fingers against his fastened belt. “go on, sweetheart.” 

between breathless kisses you undo the leather and slide it out and onto the floor. you take your time teasing and unzipping his jeans and he moans lowly when your hand curls around his semi-freed cock, gently smoothing over his boxers. 

“fuck, that feels s’ good.” he slurs, latching onto your neck and rocking his hips up and into the palm of your hand. 

you bite your lip as he begins to litter hickeys over your neck, you slip your fingers into his underwear and cup your hand over the shaft, stroking up and down before pressing your thumb into his dripping tip. he whimpered against your lips, cock twitching and hips jerking uncontrollably. 

he makes sure to make a show of it. there was no movie playing downstairs, nor were the speakers blasting bad rap, so the house was perfectly in order to be subjected to both his, and your thirsty sounds. 

he'd make sure every one of those assholes could get a good idea of just how much he could get if he really wanted. 

nanami grabs your wrist, panting heavily. leaning his head against your shoulder, he places soft kisses on your neck, working up to your ear before tugging your shirt off along with your pretty, red, lacy bra. 

fuck, he’d never been harder than he was right now, you really had it over him. 

“a matching set, hm? you hoped tonight would end up like this?” 

you flush, embarrassed that he’d caught on to your presumption of this happening. “a little...” 

“what a naughty thing.” he laughs. “i’ll show you just how thankful i am to you, baby. you deserve to be treated like an angel.” he unclips the bra, then cups one of your breasts and squeezes gently, huffing out an appreciative sigh as he dips down to take the nipple into his mouth. 

“fuck—!” you whine, your own hips jerking and grinding up into nothing at the delicious sensation. 

he rolls the soft bud between his teeth softly, then two thick fingers trail down your stomach and into your panties, tugging them off before rubbing your clit in circular movements, dj-ing the bundle of nerves until you’re whining and writhing beneath him like a woman possessed. 

“ken—! fuck, i can’t, i can’t! fuck, i need you!” 

pulling off with a ‘pop!’, he grins at your now bare body, slipping his fingers between your soaked folds before tugging off his boxers and freeing the monster of a cock you’d only felt up until now. he pumps the shaft a few times before slapping the tip against your clit. 

you lay there, entranced. “oh my... you’re fucking massive.” 

“yeah?” he grins, letting go and cupping your face tenderly. “think you can take it, baby?” he asks genuinely, searching your eyes for any sense of hesitation. “we can stop at any point, okay? just tap me three times and i'll stop, promise.” 

you only gulp in reply, staring at the thing nervously before opening up your legs fully, your sweet spot on full display for him. 

“be gentle...” 

“of course, love.” 

with one arm beside your head and the other on his cock, the muscular man lines up, then pushes slowly into your sopping cunt with a, “fuuuckk.” 

you huff out a whine, squeezing your eyes shut, trying your best to accommodate for his big size. 

“holy shit! ken— i— fuck—” you’re already a blabbering mess and he’s not even halfway in, adorable, really. 

kento smiles as he draws such pretty noises from your throat, thrusting in a little faster to see just how loud he can make you scream. 

“kento! you're so fucking big, shit!” 

he hopes everyone hears that. 

“almost there, honey. keep your hips still, i'm almost— fuck!—” with one final pull, he’s bottomed out, your stomach bulging from his size. 

“god, ken! move, please move. need you.” you groan, gripping the sheets with balled fists, in complete and utter ecstasy from the full feeling, 

he listens, rocking his hips back and forth. he goes tantalisingly slow at first, then speeds up as your whines grow desperate, 

“more, please, go faster ken!” 

he pounds into you relentlessly. sure, it’d been a while since he’d done this, but he couldn’t let himself be anything less than perfect for you, because in his eyes, you were perfection. 

with each thrust he’s drawing you closer and closer, each dirty word coiling you up tighter and tighter, until finally, 

“o-oh! kento, i think m’ gonna— i think i'm gonna—” 

and with one final thrust, you’ve come undone all over the man’s cock. he rocks into you a few times with nasty grunts before coming himself, thick ropes of seed painting your insides, the warmth sending your brain into overdrive. 

he keeps still for a good while after it all, panting heavily with his weight pressed over you, his forehead dipped down near your collarbone. 

his thumbs drag over your waist gently as you both calm, huffing and shaking with pleasure. 

“shit,” he whispers into your ear, “you were fucking amazing.” he laughs, tired. 

you let out this small, stupid laugh, “so were you, kento.” 

he smiles and brushes a soft kiss to your temple before finally pushing himself up, “you all good?” he asks gently. 

you nod, then realise how intently he'd looking at you, waiting for an answer. “m’ good. really good.” you grin. 

that gets another one of those small smiles. “good, let me clean you up, angel.” 

he disappears off the bed for a second, grabbing something from his drawer, then comes back with a warm, damp cloth. “open your legs f’ me.” you obey and he wipes away the mess he’d left behind tenderly. to think, the same guy who had you pinned down on his cock just minutes ago, now taking his time making sure you’re clean and comfortable 

“ken,” you say, softer now. 

“hm?” 

“that was… really nice.” 

he stills for half a second, then resumes. “yeah?” 

“yeah.” 

he glances up at you then, eyes searching your face like he’s trying to figure out if you’re just saying it, but you’re not. 

“i was worried this’d be…” he trails off, “i dunno.” 

“what, bad?” you snort. 

“no,” he says quickly, “just… not this.” 

you tilt your head. “you mean not… us?” 

he doesn’t answer, he finishes what he’s doing, sets the cloth aside, then leans back on his hands looking at you. 

“i guess so, yeah,” he admits. “wasn’t sure you’d even say yes.” 

“yeah, well... i liked it being us. and i’d like it to be us again, if you catch my drift.” 

“me too,” he smiles, kissing your forehead once more. 

you scoot closer to the man and rest your head against his arm. “we could’ve done that ages ago.” 

he lets out something between a laugh and a sigh. “i know, and i wish we did.” 

“we’re so dumb.” 

“mhm.” 

you smile, nudging him. “you like me.” you tease. 

he looks down at you, then away with a flush on his cheek. 

“and you like me.” he replies. 

“i do.” 

“so what now?” he asks, looking down at you with curious eyes. 

“well... i like you, and you like me... normally this is where people start seeing each other.” 

“well, i’d love to start ‘seeing’ you, [name].” 

your brow quirks. “yeah?” 

“i mean it,” he says, more serious now. “this isn’t just me proving something to those assholes. i really like you, sweetheart.” 

you blush gently, then reply, “good. because i really like you too, i’d be a little pissed if this was just to get back at them.” 

“two things can exist at once.” his hand finds yours, fingers intertwining together. 

after a good two hours of talking about what this meant for the two of you, nanami dressed you, fed you, and walked you to your car outside the frat at around 2am. 

“text me when you get home,” he says. 

“yes, dad.” 

“i’m serious.” 

“i know,” you grin. “i will.” 

you lean in and plant a quick kiss to his cheek, then slip into your car. 

~ 

the next morning, nanami’s standing in the kitchen making avocado toast with a big old smile on his usually stoic face. 

as he’s spreading the avo across the bread, one by one, his frat brothers trudge down the stairs. they yawn and stretch as they stalk towards the kitchen. 

“morning,” nanami calls over his shoulder. 

no one really answers him properly, so he glances over his shoulder. 

gojo, suguru, toji, sukuna. they’re all just standing there, looking at him like they’ve seen a ghost. a tall, muscular, post-sex glow ghost. 

he furrows his brows in faux confusion. “what?” 

gojo’s the first to break. “so...” 

nanami sighs. “so?..” 

“did you—” suguru starts, then cuts himself off, “did you... and [name]… like, fuck?” 

nanami turns back to his toast and cuts off his crusts. “yes.” 

... 

toji lets out a low whistle. “no way.” 

“way,” nanami replies dryly. 

sukuna leans against the counter. “you’re serious?” 

“i don’t make a habit of lying.” 

the men are still awkwardly quiet, then gojo steps forward, grin creeping back onto his face, but for once, this time, it’s not mocking. 

“y’ sounded pretty passionate last night. real cozy, you guys a thing now?” 

“yep.” 

toji walks up and claps him on the shoulder. “didn’t think you had it in you.” 

“clearly,” nanami mutters. 

suguru smirks. “she’s hot as hell, man.” 

nanami doesn’t respond to that, just takes a sip of his black coffee. 

sukuna gives a short nod. “you're real lucky.” 

“i know.” 

and there it is. silence. no digs at his lacking sex life, no jokes about his dry dick, and no incessant teasing. 

god, is this heaven? 

gojo stands by nanami’s side, then sticks his hand out. “good job, man.” 

nanami looks at it for a second, then takes it. 

one by one, they follow with quick daps and nods of approval, like some unspoken ‘bully the fuck out of nanami’ rule just got rewritten. 

and then they’re moving on, grabbing food, talking about anything else and finally leaving him alone at the counter. 

nanami exhales slowly, staring down at his plate. 

bliss. no more comments, no more pressure, absolutely nothing left for them to hold over him. 

and yet, that’s not even the best part. 

he reaches for his phone, smiling fondly as he types you out a message. 

kento [8:12am] good morning, angel. did you have a nice sleep? 

you [8:12am] best sleep of my life.

kento [8:12am] i'm glad. could i come over tonight?

A/N was motivated to write this req for wifey @fricks, and co-creators @blu-goingdark and @/kiwiladylaurence (silly girl won't give me her @) helped me with an idea uwu so sugoii

© 2026 sixxels. All work belongs to @sixxels Do NOT repost, modify, translate to another language, or plagiarise in any way on ANY platform.

[bee2124]

When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

[meo-eiru]

I'm alive!

Hello everyone, honestly I've been thinking about how to go about this post for a few weeks now but it's still quite hard to put into words.

First of all, I'm alright. Multiple people reached out to me to ask if something had happened and thankfully I'm alright, I really appreciate you guys asking. The thing is that I kind of plummeted mentally and have been in the worst slump of my life, things happened pretty out of nowhere and I had never experienced a slump like that before so I couldn't communicate with the people around me, including you guys, very well.

One good thing that come out of it was I got to reconnect with some of my hobbies a bit, and actually took the time to study some art basics (those boxes don't fuck around). I also finally finished the route planning stage of Seeping Into Your Heart and will start writing the script! As I mentioned before I'm working on redesigning the characters, which goes from barely noticeable to almost an entire design change. While I love all of their og designs I had to change things in a bit to make their designs make more sense (cough Micah's hair cough) and a little bit more oomf.

I didn't want to come empty ended so I drew an illustration with their current WIP designs.

Here's a selfie Elias took for you, unfortunately it has been photobombed by everyone else...

Thank you so much for the birthday wishes, honestly I teared up a bit when I saw the messages from you guys in my inbox wishing me a happy birthday even though I hadn't posted anything in so long. It really pushed me to force myself out of that slump and start arting again.

I'm planning to catch up to all of the messages from you guys and posts I've been tagged at in the morning! (Unfortunately once I got going I couldn't stop and stayed up till 3 am to finish this haha...)

[strawwbyy]

hybrid kings, part II (lucifer edition)

cw: dub/noncon, needles

ೃ🩸*:･ Lucifer - Bloody Sins

Lucifer has always been in control. He's ancient enough to have gone through everything and anything. He's not immune to sin and the effects of this unknown moon, but he is more composed. At least externally. And by "composed", it just means that he's not become fully feral. Deep down he is everything but.

You can tell something is off. His fangs are larger, and his eyes have a deep glint to them. He called you to his office to "assist" him, but you didn't expect to end up like this... Strapped to a chair, your limbs trembled against the tight rope. Your doll eyes looked up at him with nervousness, to which he licked his lips as he turned. He stepped closer, observing your naked body.

"...I need some samples. For work." he spoke low with a slight growl, his hands shaky, wanting nothing more than to dig his claws and fangs into you, to make you cry under him. He traced your neck with his sharp nails, digging in until you whined in protest. He stopped, then did it again, and by the third time, your small cries weren't enough to keep him controlled anymore. You bit your lip, noticing how his pants looked tighter the more you made noise. You tried to run away from it, but your skin was punctured nonetheless. You whimpered from the pain, tears prickling at your lashes. "Does it hurt?" he asked, almost condescending. His eyes studied your features as blood ran down your neck.

He pulled a syringe from his pocket. Before you registered the object, it was already digging into your sensitive skin. You felt it puncture a vein, the empty plastic filling up with your blood. You felt the pull of the needle drinking up your blood, the pain deep and strangely focused. You blinked your tears away, smiling lightly before asking him to be gentler.

"...Let me work." was all he said in response. He pulled out the needle, examining the liquid against the fluorescent light on top of you. He turned, and you saw him bring his hand up to his mouth. He licked the tip of the syringe, greedily letting a couple drops drop to his tongue, the taste making his lashes flutter. You could tell what he'd done. Your pupils shook lightly. "...Upmost quality. You're really a special human." He leaned down and grabbed the armrest of the chair, big arms caging you in, his shadow engulfing you completely. He wore a smirk, and you felt his breath hot against you. "Is this flavor because you're Solomons descendant? Or could it be..." his hand ran up your chest, and you shook on the chair as he grabbed your jaw. "-you're just naturally this sweet?"

His hand squeezed your cheeks, loving the softness there. Your lashes were shiny with tears, and he wanted so bad to force those out of you. He knew you were holding them in, and you knew he wanted otherwise. Crying would be risky; you don't want to make him harder... less he'd lose control. You breathe deep and slow, to which he sighs with dissappointment, and he lets a heavy hand trace a path to your chest. He unbottons your shirt, one, two, three buttons, just enough to reveal the plump skin there, nails ocasionally getting caught in your skin and almost ripping through. He grabs another needle, the previous one still full of your blood on the table. God knows what he'll do with that.

He traces the veins in your breast with the sharp tip, teasing and making you have goosebumps. You really don't think about how sharp needles are until it gets caught in your skin like thorn at the smallest movement. He lets the metal dig into your skin, where your heart is. The sharp pain returns, and you can't help but let out a gasp. Once again you feel a pull, deeper inside this time. You squirm against your restraints, helpless to him. He takes the needle out slowly and blood oozes out to stain your shirt. Aren't you supposed to cover needle punctures with cotton...? But he's not doing it...

And like that, the cycle repeats. More needles, more stabs, each one deeper and more painful. Eventually he changes his route, picking places that deliver a darker, thicker blood than before. Those hurt too much. By now, he has 10 needles laying on the table. You've stopped holding back tears, and your limbs are shaky and heavy. You feel lightheaded, and the chair is even more uncomfortable. At least being tied up is making it easier to not fall forward...

You stare at the ground, blinking hard. Your body feels cold, and some of the holes in your body are still leaking blood, while others have dried up by now. Lucifer is doing... something at the table. You tried to lift your head to look, but it made your whole world spin, so you don't try anymore. There's no point anyways, you're too weak to even try to fight back. You wonder if it's over, if he's had enough, or if he's just giving you a break and he'll just take more of you... You shiver, sniffling. Eventually, you see a pair of feet in front of yours. They are quickly replaced by knees, and your eyes shoot up to find his. He's smiling gently now, and he doesn't seem to be holding needles. You sigh, tension leaving your body. His large hands softly settle on your thighs. "You did well." he notices your lidded eyes, and how your body seems strangely heavy. "...I apologize. I got a bit... excited."

You gulp, but try to smile reassuringly. He starts to massage your skin. You take comfort in his touch, his usually cold hands feel warm in your current state. You lay back against the chair, before jolting at his fingers moving up, closer to your groin. His fingers settle deeper, between your thighs, but all you can do is lightly move your feet up in a sad little kick. He pushes your skirt up, bunching it under your belly, before slowly peeling down your underwear. One of his hands squeeze your ass, lifting you to allow the fabric to go to your ankles. You hate how quickly your knees spread. Your face is flushed, and Lucifer licks his lips at the puddle of blood that formed between your thighs. The last needles were focused mostly on your legs, and while the holes don't drip much blood, the amount of them made for an ugly look... Well, not ugly to him, clearly.

He leans forward, catching some of the fresh blood. His tongue feels wet and hot, the closeness sending jolts through you. A part of you wants to just go home, but that logical part was drowned out time ago, leaving your body with the red paths. It's not long before his tongue finally finds that part of you that craves him, digging between your lips to slurp you up. You didn't have much time to get wet before he digged in, but you're quickly oozing out sweet juices from his skill. He learned with you after all, he knows all your sensitive spots. The pleasure combined with your woozy mind is making for a quick tightening in your stomach, and you find yourself arching your back and humping his tongue. A hand digs into your thighs, the other one leaving your skin. Before you have time to wonder what he's doing, you feel a warm wetness between your legs, splashing down from your pelvis. This didn't come from you? You look down, and your eyes widen at the sight. A jar filled with your blood is spilling its contents down your lower stomach, dripping down into your pussy before being slurped up by Lucifer. Oh... You're horrified, but the taste of your blood combined with your pussy seems to excite him, and his slurping turns erratic and rough, lips sucking up your flesh. You shake against the restraints, tears falling down your cheeks. The sight is... certainly something, and having a river of your own blood be spilled down your pussy has your mind reeling with many uncomfortable feelings, but it's hard to feel disgusted when Lucifer is licking you up so good.

An orgasm crashes down before you even notice it was there. It's weird, cumming so hard even if your mind is screaming alarm signals and your chest is tight with a gross feeling. Maybe that's the reason why this climax feels like it's taking your soul. You convulse on the chair, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Eventually, Lucifer takes his face away from your legs. You pray that he got all the blood (he did), but you still fantazise about the long, long bath you're going to take after this. Lucifer undoes your restraints and gently lifts you from the table. He tries to keep your eyes away from the puddle in his pants as he walks you out, calling one of his nobles to take you to your room. At least Lucifer looked a lot calmer. When you finally sit in a tub of warm water, finally able to relax and feeling less lightheaded, your eyes just stare into a wall. What the hell just happened...

STRAWBY HERE, FUCK YES IM DONE WITH THIS ONE!!!

i like this version! this thing has been haunting me for too long and it's DONE. sorry if its too gross lol. the idea of drinking blood + pussy popped up halfway through writting this and i was like yeah. yeah that. lolll

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Hi!! I love your homicipher fics! Have you thought about writing nsfw hcs? Specifically for Mr. Crawling and Silvair? I hope your night / day is going well! :)

⊱ Mr. Crawling and Mr. Silvair ⊰ || NSFW Alphabet (A-Z) Headcanons

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Character(s): Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair (Homicipher/文字化化, Separate) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns, No Sex-Specific Genitalia is Mentioned but it was Written with an AFAB Reader in Mind) Warning(s): 18+ Content, Virgin Asexual Author, Cum Eating, Facials, Minor Objectification, Cuckoldry, Mutual Masturbation, Face-fucking, Sexual Fantasies, Tickling, Praise/Degradation Kink, Breeding Kink/Creampies, BDSM, Overstimulation, Orgasm Control/Denial, Dumbification, Dacryphilia, Hair-pulling, Light Impact Play, Light Breathplay, Implied Cunnilingus/Blowjobs, Cock Warming, Mention/Discussion of Sex Toys… If I missed anything, please let me know! Genre: Headcanons, Smut (Minors Do Not Interact), Fluff Word Count: 7,200 words Request: “Hi!! I love your homicipher fics! Have you thought about writing nsfw hcs? Specifically for Mr. Crawling and Silvair? I hope your night / day is going well! :)” Author’s Note: I’m still very much working on getting better at writing spicier content, and I had no clue how to start writing these kinds of headcanons from scratch, so I went ahead and just filled out the NSFW Alphabet for both Mr. Crawling and Mr. Silvair as a jumping off point! It’s definitely interesting to think about how both of these characters would be in a sexually intimate setting, especially since – at least in my mind – they’d be quite different from each other in a variety of aspects even if they did have some overlap on a few of the points. I did my best to keep each of their headcanons at a similar word length (which was kind of hard to do with my Mr. Crawling bias, but I think I accomplished it haha). Anyway, I hope you enjoy these headcanons! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

👣: Mr. Crawling is immensely clingy after having sex, holding onto you and pretty much refusing to let go as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck or your hair. While he doesn’t want to get up from the bed or leave after the two of you have been intimate, if you’re hungry or thirsty or if you want to go take a bath, he’s happy to go fetch you something to restore your energy or help you to the bathroom to clean up. He’s quite good at aftercare, even if he doesn’t realize what he’s doing counts as it. Mr. Crawling just likes making you feel good, and he wants to keep you safe and happy! His favorite thing to do is help you bathe; he enjoys the way the warm water feels on his skin while he washes your back for you. 

💉: Mr. Silvair isn’t too affectionate after the two of you are intimate, but he’ll check up on you and ask if you need him to get you anything. If your wrists were rubbed raw from the restraints he had placed on you, he would make sure to carefully wrap gauze around your irritated skin. If you were thirsty or hungry, he would locate something safe for you to consume to get your strength back up. If you feel sticky or gross afterward, he’ll carefully wipe your body with a wet cloth to make sure you are clean and comfortable. He lets you sleep and typically goes about his own business. Sometimes, though, Mr. Silvair finds himself watching over you to make sure you’re breathing steadily, carefully combing his fingers through your hair. 

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

👣: Mr. Crawling doesn’t have a favorite part of your body since he honestly enjoys every aspect of you but, if he had to choose, he loves your hands. He knows that they can hurt people and cause a lot of pain, but he loves the way they feel when you cup his face to softly caress it or whenever you thread your fingers through his hair. For himself, Mr. Crawling loves his hair the most (I know it’s not technically a body part, but I think it makes the most sense for him); he pretty much melts whenever you play with it, and his head is quite sensitive, so he blue screens whenever you pull at his hair or rake your nails across his scalp. I also feel like Mr. Crawling would be proud of his arms since they’re fairly toned considering they’re his primary means of getting around. Because of his impressive strength, despite what his thinner frame may portray, he’s able to hold you up and move you around with relative ease (he 100% can manhandle you, but only will if you’re cool with it). 

💉: Mr. Silvair finds every aspect of your body fascinating, and he could probably explain why each part of you was interesting from a medical perspective or that everything was pleasant to look at in one way or another. If he had to pick a favorite part of your body, though, he would have to say it’s your head (I know, kind of weird, but he does appreciate your intelligence and, well… Ending 06 is my other piece of reasoning haha). Specifically, though, he likes your mouth. He enjoys being able to hold your head in place while your jaw hangs open, all while he just goes to town while you drool and choke around his cock. Don’t worry, though – he’ll find some remedy to lessen the soreness you feel in your throat afterward. For himself, he’s quite proud of his hands. Mr. Silvair is skilled at many things, and being able to make you come undone with his fingers alone makes him feel a sense of power (plus, you called them pretty once, and it made him feel good). 

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

👣: Mr. Crawling gets extremely flustered whenever he sees his cum on any part of your body, from your hair to your face to your stomach. The sight of it alone on your skin makes his brain short-circuit and body flare up – it only makes him want to touch you even more. He likes being able to clean you up, too, leaning forward before he runs his tongue along your body or face, making sure there wasn’t a single drop of his cum left on you (even if now it meant you were covered in saliva…). He doesn’t mind tasting himself, but it most certainly doesn’t compare to your flavor. 

💉: I probably need to ask you to stay with me on this one, but I think Mr. Silvair would probably keep your cum stored away in a sample tube or something along those lines, having a desire to run tests on it to see what he could create. Views your cum as a valuable resource in his research...yay? Maybe he could even use your release to invent some kind of lubricant since that’s not easily accessible in the other world and make having sex much more streamlined… or he just keeps it around to show you later and see your reaction to the fact he keeps your cum stored away in his laboratory to tease you. 

D: Dirty Secret

👣: The thought of taking you in public, in a space where no one but you could see him, makes his mind race and his body feel like it was on fire – this man can act like a feral dog sometimes. I mean, even you sometimes forgot he was there, unable to see his form unless you concentrated hard enough, so imagine if the two of you went out somewhere in public and he (with your consent, of course), just started touching you? Groping your ass, his face between your legs as he runs his hands along your inner thighs… no one can see that it’s him making your face flush and not the excuse of a fever you told the concerned stranger in the hopes they would leave you alone. When you half-heartedly glare at him to try and get him to lay off for a bit, he just laughs at your expression… how rude!

💉: Mr. Silvar wouldn’t be opposed to having a threesome with another resident of the other world. After all, he would be curious to see how differently you acted when another person was there with the two of you, or if your body reacted in an unlikely way if another were to touch you. While I will not write NSFW for Mr. Chopped (the power dynamic there isn’t my favorite thing in the world), he would be the one Mr. Silvair would feel most at ease sharing you with; Mr. Crawling or Mr. Hood would be his second and third choices respectively since he knows how deeply you trust them. He might not even partake in sex either, just sitting off to the side while he lets another use you like a toy. As long as you know your his, though, he doesn’t mind watching you enjoy yourself with another (he has to be there, though). 

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

👣: Mr. Crawling has absolutely zero experience with this kind of stuff, so he would need someone willing to walk him through the whole process, show him what you like, and teach him what and what not to do. What he lacks in experience, though, he makes up for in pure enthusiasm. It’s quite flattering how determined he is when it comes to making you feel good, even if it’s a bit sloppy and unpracticed. His thrusts are extremely unpredictable, never quite finding their rhythm… It’s alright, though; he’ll definitely get better with more time and the more he gets to understand what your body likes. You just have to give him the time to improve, and he’ll be certain to leave you breathless. 

💉: Mr. Silvair also has no experience when it comes to sex, or at least not any while he’s resided in the other world. He is a life-long learner through and through, though, and there’s nothing in the universe he’s not willing to learn about, especially if it has to do with humans and their anatomy. His thrusts are frighteningly accurate, being able to hit your most sensitive inner spots with ease to have you begging him to give you a moment to breathe. He’s an almost terrifyingly fast learner, too, being able to apply whatever new information he’s observed and gathered within moments. He can do it perfectly, too, and he does it in a way that has you questioning whether he was telling the truth when he said this was his first time doing anything like this. 

F: Favorite Position

👣: When it comes to favorite positions, Mr. Crawling loves being able to hold you close to him while also being able to see your face (he has to kiss you during sex – sorry, I don’t make the rules). He enjoys the rocking horse position since it allows him to be able to hold you close while still being able to maintain eye contact with you and easily have access to cover your face in kisses. While he prefers being the one making you feel good, Mr. Crawling would also enjoy the cowgirl position. He’s happy to let you use him to your heart's content while being able to look up and soak in the pleased look that’s plastered across your features while you slam your hips up and down on his cock. 

💉: Mr. Silvair personally enjoys the butterfly position, having you lay on your back atop his operation table all while he can watch and take mental notes on every single facial expression you make and every single twitch of your muscles while he drives you absolutely insane. He would also enjoy missionary, but he would spice it up a little bit by having your hands or wrists tied to something. After all, he doesn’t want you to touch him unless he says you can – just lay there quietly while he completely wrecks you with that annoyingly calm expression on his face. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy when you touch him, though. Mr. Silvair simply prefers being the one in charge and determining when and where you’re able to feel his skin beneath your hands. 

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)  

👣: Acts goofy most of the time during sex, even if he doesn’t mean to. He likes being able to make you happy, and he finds your laughter to be music to his ears. Sometimes you two will be having sex, and he’ll suddenly start giggling completely unprovoked, just finding the experience with you so joyful. Being with you in any capacity makes his chest feel light and fluttery as a sense of giddiness flows through his veins. He’ll wrap his arms around you and nuzzle into your neck, causing your body to spasm and tighten around him while his long hair drapes over you and tickles your skin. Overall, Mr. Crawling enjoys being more playful when the two of you are intimate since it adds to the overall experience for him. 

💉: Prefers to be serious while having sex. He treats the whole process of intercourse like one would treat a research project which, honestly, can make you feel a bit annoyed in some instances (Mr. Silvair still doesn’t quite understand why, though). He’s methodical in everything he does, and being light-hearted or purposefully humorous isn’t high on his list of things to do. He has no problem if you want to be silly, however. He finds it cute when you try to see if you can make him chuckle. It endears you to him more, and it makes him want to keep you around for even longer. The only goofy thing he does is gently run his fingers up and down your sides while thrusting into you, finding the way your body wriggles and writhes away from his touch to be adorable. 

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

👣: I think Mr. Crawling would have fairly long hair beneath the metaphorical belt. His pubic hair would be thick, curly, and a very dark shade of black. He doesn’t really keep himself groomed (kind of hard to do in his world, plus it was never a priority for him), but if you would prefer him to keep it trimmed, he’d be happy to! He doesn’t care one way or another. 

💉: Mr. Silvair comes off to me as someone who would enjoy keeping themselves groomed and their appearance well-maintained, and I mean every inch of his body. I think he would have either no pubic hair or pubic hair that was trimmed to be the perfect length. If he did have any hair below the belt, it would be a gray color, one that was a shade darker than his regular hair and wavy in texture. 

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

👣: One of the more human-like members of the cast when it comes to his affections; he’s as romantic as a non-human being can be. Mr. Crawling loves holding you close as he ruts into you like a wild dog, whispering praises against your skin. He even tries his best to learn phrases in your language so he can tell you how much you mean to him without you having to try and decipher it. He’s always so, so soft with you when you two are having sex. He’s honored that you’d let him have you in such a way, and finds your trust in him heartwarming – he trusts you, too, with his entire heart and soul. 

💉: Mr. Silvair canonically doesn’t comprehend the concept of “liking” or loving someone, so that also translates into sex with him. All he knows is that he finds you entertaining to be around and that he’s somewhat endeared to you at this point. He’s not romantic but, in between teasing you and making you cry (whether it be in frustration or overstimulation), he’s checking in on you to make sure that you’re still comfortable. He knows sex can be invasive, and he’s aware of how much regard the act is held in by some people in your world, so he does his best to respect that... Even if he does need to check himself every now and again. 

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

👣 and 💉: Neither of them masturbates much because they simply don’t have a desire or time to do so. Mr. Crawling would rather wait for you to be there so you two can enjoy yourselves together, and Mr. Silvair simply has more important matters to attend to. That’s not to say they never masturbate, though, it’s just typically a rare occurrence. 

👣: Mr. Crawling typically masturbates by rutting up against something, like a pillow, rather than taking himself in his hand. His thoughts before meeting you were just focusing on the physical sensation of his cock sliding against the fabric of his clothing, but now he finds himself thinking of you – the way your voice sounds when you coo sweet words in his ear, the warmth of your body. Imagining your hands gently touching his chest and hips makes him cum right then and there, almost embarrassingly quickly… Yeah, he’s down bad. 

💉: Mr. Silvair treats masturbating as a chore. He’d much rather be doing something else than leaning against the wall of his operation room while his hand goes absolutely ham on his dick. He knows which areas on his body get the most reaction, so he purposefully presses all of his buttons just so he can be done with it quicker. This doesn’t change after meeting and getting to be intimate with you, though, he still sees it as a chore… Just now he imagines cumming on your face or inside you whenever he finally reaches his climax. 

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

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Mutual Masturbation: He likes spending time with you and doing things together, so why not spend some time watching each other explore yourselves? He likes observing you as you touch yourself, making mental notes of every spot on your body that have you biting your lip and furrowing your brows. While I wouldn’t say he’s into voyeurism since he does like being with you while you touch yourself instead of tucked away in the shadows just watching, he focuses more on the way your hands touch and caress your skin instead of focusing on the way he moves his hands across his body. Doesn’t last very long doing this, though, eventually pouncing on you and touching you himself.

Overstimulation (Giving): Mr. Crawling loves overstimulating you, even if he doesn’t realize he’s doing it half of the time. He just enjoys seeing you become a blabbering mess all because of him; he takes great pride in being able to make you feel good. However, the first time you started crying because he was simply giving you too much, he felt so guilty – the poor man was on the verge of tears thinking he made you feel bad. 

Praise Kink: While praising you is a bit more difficult considering the language barrier and the limited amount of words and phrases he has to choose from, he still loves doing it. Muttering against your skin how you’re doing such a good job, how he loves you so much, how you make him so happy. Mr. Crawling definitely makes sure to reassure you both inside and outside of the bedroom. 

Hair Pulling (Receiving): He loves, loves, loves it whenever you take his hair in your hand and give it a firm tug. Mr. Crawling enjoys it whenever he’s going down on you and you take his hair into your hands and push him even closer, making him become fully immersed in your scent and taste. 

Sensation Play: While Mr. Crawling may not enjoy more painful experiences, he does like general sensation play quite a bit. He likes the feeling of your breath fanning against his skin while you pepper his flesh with gentle kisses and nips. He enjoys tickling you while his hips sensually thrust in and out, feeling the way you squeeze around him as breathless and airy giggles escape past your lips. He loves whispering into your ear while running his tongue along it before taking your lobe between his teeth and lightly tugging.  

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Breeding Kink/Creampie: Mr. Silvair, after learning more about human reproduction, has a deep-seated curiosity regarding whether or not the two of you would be able to have offspring. That’s kind of what starts this particular kink for him – he wants to know if you both are sexually compatible in that aspect, and he is curious what the resulting child would look and act like if they were born in the other world. If you’re unable to give birth or get pregnant, even if his initial interest in breeding is certainly from a more scientific aspect, he still finds the image of you full of his seed while it drips down the curve of your ass to be quite arousing. 

Bondage/Shibari (Giving): He enjoys tying you up and pinning you down, being able to have full control over you in the bedroom. He’s perfectly content if you agree to light bondage, like having your hands restrained, and would never ask you to do anything more than that. However, if you trust him enough and feel comfortable doing some more intense bondage, he’s not going to complain. Would definitely be interested in the art of shibari, finding the way the rope looks pressing into your skin tantalizing. 

Orgasm Control/Denial (Giving): Another kink that feeds into his desire for control. Mr. Silvair enjoys being the one in charge of your release, and he likes seeing how far he can push you until you finally break and plead for him to let you cum. He loves seeing how stupid and desperate he can make you, sometimes with just his fingers alone. 

Overstimulation (Giving): Much like orgasm control/denial, he likes pushing you to your breaking point. However, unlike the previous bullet, he likes seeing how much stimulation you can take until you’re crying for him to stop. He thinks it’s fascinating, seeing how quickly your desire for his touch can change – one moment you’re begging for him to touch you, and the next you’re weakly pushing his hand away. He does eventually relent, of course, but only after letting you cry for a bit. 

Dacryphilia: There’s something about seeing your tear-streaked face that makes it feel like he’s just been hit with an arrow in his chest. It’s endearing and oh-so cute the way you look while you sob all because he’s making you feel that good. It makes him feel proud, in a way, seeing you in such a pathetic state all because of him. 

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

👣: He enjoys having sex with you on a bed (boring, I know), but he likes the softness of the mattress and the many pillows and blankets that can be used to bring even more comfort by keeping the heat from your bodies trapped. He also likes taking you in small, enclosed spaces, like an empty locker or cabinet (sorry folks with claustrophobia). Much like the reasoning with the bed, he likes how the smaller space forces you both to be immensely close to each other. Plus, these spaces bring him comfort, so why not mix the two things that make him feel safe together? 

💉: Either in his laboratory/operation room or in one of the many different cages or prison cells that he has access to (bonus points if you allow him to chain you up hehe). Mr. Silvair doesn’t need a soft mattress or pillows to enjoy sex with you. He’s fine taking you on his operation table or the cold concrete floor of the small prison cell, even if your back moving up and down across the ground rubs your skin raw. He’ll patch you up after, no worries, but he doesn’t need a lot of bells and whistles to have an enjoyable time. 

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

👣: Sweet words and gentle touches. The other world is one full of violence and death, one where survival trumps all else. While there are entities like him who only resort to violence when either their safety or the safety of someone they’re fond of is in danger, it’s still not a happy or bright place to exist. Mr. Crawling does what he can to enjoy life, laughing in situations that probably aren’t even that funny just to try and make existing more enjoyable. Then you come along and make him feel cared for – loved – and safe, and he’s never been happier. Being able to lay with you, to feel you clench around his cock with your warmth while you pepper kisses across his face and let him know how good he is… Yeah, this is the life. 

💉: Power and control. He enjoys being able to restrict your movement, being able to dictate when and where you’re allowed to cum and, if you disobey him, he’ll punish you with a sadistic smile on his face. However, he would be lying if he said that was all. Mr. Silvair thinks the fact you trust him with your safety – your life, your heart, your existence – gets him going, whether he realizes it or not. Trusting another in the other world showcases how much two people believe in the fact the other would not do anything to purposefully harm them, and you feel that way toward him (and he feels the same toward you). Whenever you call out his “name,” the one you had given him, he finds his hips unconsciously moving even faster at the sound...

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

👣: Anything involving pain would be a hard no for Mr. Crawling, both giving and receiving. Even though his senses are dull and what would be extremely painful for a human wouldn’t be for him, he still doesn’t particularly enjoy being harmed. When it comes to hurting you in any way, that’s pretty much something he will never concede on. He doesn’t want to do a single thing to hurt you, even if it’s an enjoyable kind of pain. 

💉: Pretty much nothing is off the table for him – Mr. Silvair enjoys experimenting, and that’s no different for him in the bedroom. The only extremely hard no would be coprophilia since he just doesn’t see the appeal nor does he want to test to see if he would like it or not. I also feel like he wouldn’t necessarily want a bratty partner or a partner who is constantly trying to take control back in the bedroom. 

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

👣: Loves giving oral 101%, and he will give it to you anywhere – in public, in private, while you’re sleeping (with your consent, of course). Mr. Crawling adores having his mouth on you, being able to taste every single part of you while his tongue forces its way inside you, feeling your release dripping past his lips or dribbling down his chin… You taste good, too, better than anything he’s ever had before; he might get addicted to it, to be honest. He eats you out/blows you like a man starving, wanting a chance to have a taste and make you cry out his name while you pull harshly on his black locks and encourage him to keep going. He’s very enthusiastic about it, too, putting in so much effort and energy to get you cumming on his face or in his mouth. 

💉: Prefers giving oral over receiving it, but it’s not his favorite thing to do either way. It’s nothing personal, he just prefers using his hands, his cock, or a toy to get you off rather than his mouth. If he does allow you to give him a blowjob, he’ll place a collar around your neck and pull on the chain if you get cheeky – after all, he’s the one in charge here. Mr. Silvair enjoys making you kneel in front of him, watching you with a small smile as you take him into your hands and pump once or twice before taking him into your mouth. If the rare occurrence happens when he gives you head, you better thank the universe. He looks so hot, holding your thighs apart while he slowly runs his tongue along your length/slit and teases you until you’re asking him to touch you more. 

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)  

👣: Enjoys the slower and sensual side of things, but he typically can’t control himself as soon as he’s inside of you, so he ends up being somewhat fast and rough (not all the time, though... his thrusts remain immensely unpredictable no matter what, and he never seems to find a good rhythm to follow). Mr. Crawling enjoys the intimacy of sex, and he finds comfort in the closeness of your bodies while you two are connected at the hips. He loves being able to hold your hands and place kisses across your cheeks. Sometimes, he’s so caught up in the act of showering you with words of praise and sweet displays of affection that he forgets the fact he’s currently inside you and is supposed to be moving. He does see the appeal of rougher sex, though – it makes him feel almost animalistic whenever you two decide to set the pace for the night. 

💉: Mr. Silvair can quickly switch between the two, sometimes almost at a break-neck speed, to the point it feels like you got whiplash from the sudden change of deep and slow thrusts to fast and somehow even deeper ones (he’s very precise when it comes to hitting those sweet spots inside of you – it’s actually kind of terrifying how quickly he can locate them). He pretty much does whatever he thinks will get the most reaction out of your body and acts accordingly – nothing more, nothing less. He tends to prefer rougher and faster sex, enjoying the noises the quick snap of his hips can draw out of your mouth. However, sometimes, he finds himself preferring a slower and softer pace. This way, he’s able to focus on and truly soak in the expression on your face and appreciate the way your body feels under his palms (this sometimes just leads to you cock warming him). 

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)  

👣: Mr. Crawling is down for anything at any time. Pretty much, if you ask him to have sex, he’ll happily do it for you. Need him to eat you out or give you a blowjob, he’ll gladly oblige! After all, he is always pretty much kneeling, so he’s not being made to go out of his way to do it (even if he would go out of his way to please you). Want something more than just his tongue? That’s perfectly fine, too! There’s a private room over there he’ll gladly take you in, or maybe you’d want to try doing it in the empty locker? He’ll try not to take too long, but it’s hard since he loves being able to enjoy you to the fullest. So, Mr. Crawling can do quickies for sure, but he likes being able to take his time with you.  

💉: While he’s not opposed to quickies, he prefers being able to have proper sex with you to get the most out of it. After all, he can’t exactly see how long it takes for you to break or how much time it takes for you to start crying and babbling if you only have a few minutes to enjoy one another. However, he does make it a little challenge for himself to see how quickly he can get you to climax. Mr. Silvair will even make educated guesses on how fast you’ll finish just by making note of your current expression, body language, etc. He likes seeing how flustered you get if you think someone is going to enter the room the two of you are in, begging him to go faster which only makes him want to slow down – how mean! 

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

👣: Mr. Crawling is down to experiment but, as stated before, he doesn’t want to try anything that causes him or you harm, even if pain is something you enjoy. He just has no desire to hurt you in any way, something which is quite different from other members of the cast who are definitely more sadistic (cough, Mr. Silvair and Mr. Machete, cough). I feel like he would be down to partake in certain aspects of BDSM, specifically B/D (bondage and discipline) and D/S (dominance and submission). He just wants to have a good time and be close to you, both physically and emotionally. 

💉: 100% down to experiment with anything (except the previously mentioned coprophilia). If you wanted to try some breathplay or impact play or even blood play, he’d be down for it. I honestly think he would enjoy breathplay since it adds more to the differential in power that he enjoys so much (there’s also a stirring in his chest when he sees how much you trust him with your life, but shhh…). Mr. Silvair is a man hungry for information and new experiences, so yes, he’s willing to try a variety of different things even if they could potentially be dangerous – he’ll always make sure you return to your original form. 

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

👣 and 💉: Both of them are inhuman, which means that neither of them need any food, water, or rest to survive. Honestly, the two of them have unlimited amounts of stamina, and they can go for as long as you need them to (which could be two rounds or even eight – nothing is holding them back in the stamina department). 

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

👣 and 💉: Neither of them owns any toys because, well… you can’t access them easily in the other world. If they do end up there, though, they’re probably dirty or damaged beyond repair (please do not use nasty sex toys, people – infections and diseases are no joke). 

👣: Mr. Crawling would be down to use toys on you! After all, why not? It’ll just make the experience more fun, right? You’ll probably have to explain what he’s supposed to do with them, though, since he’s not quite sure what some of them are for. If you want to use toys on him, he’s completely fine with that! Want to wear a strap and give him backshots? Go right ahead! Want to tape vibrators to him until he’s whining and writhing? He’d be happy to oblige! Overall, he’s pretty chill about it and is somewhat enthusiastic about adding toys into your sex life. 

💉: Mr. Silvair enjoys using sex toys on you, some of his favorites being cock rings/chastity belts, strangely-shaped dildos, and vibrators. He loves being able to secure the variety of different vibrators he owns to your body, making sure to cover every erogenous zone he’s noted. He doesn’t typically want toys used on him (but he’d probably try out a variety of different sex toys on himself after a while, though, curious about how each of them felt or what they did), however, and the only one he’d be willing to use consistently would be fleshlights. He’d make you watch him use it, never once allowing you to use them on him. 

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

👣: Mr. Crawling is very fair, and he always makes sure to give you exactly what you want in the bedroom. However, that’s not to say he never teases you, he just doesn’t do it very frequently. Sometimes when he’s going down on you, he’ll pause his minstrations to nip at or kiss the fat of your thighs, keeping your hips held down so you can’t buck up against his mouth. When you start getting antsy, he just giggles at your expression before returning his attention to that oh-so-needy part of you. 

💉: If the word unfair was personified, it would be Mr. Silvair. I’d argue teasing you and making you cry – either because you can’t cum or have cum ten times in a row – are the aspects of sex that he enjoys the most. Edging you is one of his favorite things, though, watching you whine and try to move your hips on your own when he stops moving… bad move, though, because now he’s just going to make you wait even longer for release. 

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

👣: He’s not loud, per se, but he does make quite a variety of different noises whenever the two of you are intimate. He whimpers and whines frequently while you’re having sex – they’re barely audible, high-pitched, and come out sounding as though he’s completely out of breath. Sometimes you wonder if he’s in pain with the noises he makes, but he’s not. He just really enjoys being able to feel you like this as he pants like a dog in heat. 

💉: Completely quiet most of the time. Really, the only noises you’ll probably get out of him are barely audible sighs or the sound of his breathing hitching when he feels you stretch/tighten around him. It’s not that Mr. Silvair doesn’t enjoy having sex with you, he just doesn’t express that feeling verbally. You can tell in the way his hand squeezes the fat of your thigh or the way his hips stutter when he moves in and out that he’s having a good time. 

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

👣: Mr. Crawling loves taking showers or baths with you, though he leans more towards baths since it’s less painful on his joints (I headcanon that Mr. Crawling can stand, but walking for extended periods of time is painful for him – ambulatory wheelchair user Mr. Crawling when?). While yes, he can technically sit in the shower, having water spray his face isn’t exactly pleasant… He doesn’t view bathing with you as sexual, he just finds it relaxing as he helps you wash your back or you help him make sure all the soap is out of his hair. His favorite scent would have to be lavender – it’s very calming for him. 

💉: He keeps a journal tucked away full of terms and gestures from your world. Mr. Silvair has a deep desire to understand humans and everything they have to offer, even if he believes it's from a stance of craving knowledge (really, he wants to be able to express his endearment of you in a manner you can understand). He has a page on kissing and different kinds of kisses, a page on gestures of endearment, another on hugging and cuddling… The fact that humans’ bodies release a hormone whenever they simply spend time to bond with another socially, a hormone that turns the dial on their brain for whatever emotion they’re currently experiencing, is fascinating to him. 

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

👣: Mr. Crawling is tall – and I mean extremely tall whenever he stands up (my man has got to at least be seven feet), so I can assume that he’s probably relatively proportionate under the belt. I feel like he would be big, almost concerningly so, clocking in at around 8 inches in length. Even though his size is impressive, his dick doesn’t have much girth to it and is on the thinner side, but it is thicker towards the base compared to the head (not that you can take all of him – you can certainly give it a try, though). It’s on the veinier side, too, with a very distinct and present one on the underside of his cock. 

💉: Much like pretty much the entire cast, Mr. Silvair is also on the taller half of the height spectrum. However, I feel as though he would have a more modest, yet of course still impressive dick size. I imagine him to be 6 ½ inches in length and relatively thick from the base to the head with very little change in girth. Whenever you see his cock, you’re kind of awestruck for a moment because how can a man have such a nice-looking dick?? It doesn’t make sense! There’s barely any hair, there’s no visible veins or bumps, and it’s long and thick enough to drive you wild… Plus, it’s just really nice to look at, honestly. 

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

👣 and 💉: Okay, so I know others probably will not agree with me here… but I honestly don’t think anyone in the cast has much of a sex drive, let alone a high one. I mean, they’re not human, so their cultural/social norms are different than ours, and I wouldn’t hold them to “typical” human desires on a biological/psychological level either. As I said before, I doubt any of them have been laid because sex just isn’t something the residents in the other world partake in – they’re too busy killing/fighting others, eating humans who find themselves lost in the other world, etc. Is this my asexual and world-building brain working? Probably haha. 

👣: Mr. Crawling really only wants sex whenever you want it, but he’s always enthusiastic and does get aroused whenever you ask if he wants to be intimate. While he does love feeling the warmth around his dick whenever you’re clamping down on him, almost like you were hugging him and not wanting to let him go, he enjoys the emotional connection during the moment more than anything else. I headcanon him (and all of the cast, to some degree) as existing somewhere on the aroace-spectrum. For Mr. Crawling, I see him as being reciproromantic/sexual with an average libido – he gets riled up whenever you’re riled up, though there are times he does get horny without you needing to do or say anything.  

💉: Much like Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair will have sex if you ask him to – he’ll make you beg for it, though, so he’s not as nice as the former. He prefers the control/power he gets from having sex rather than the sole act of intercourse (not to say he doesn’t enjoy the feeling, though). Plus, he finds the activity interesting since he knows it’s something most humans partake in with one another for a variety of reasons, from procreation to recreation. If you ask him to have sex and he isn’t in the mood, he’ll just use his hands or some toys and play around with you until you’re satisfied. I headcanon Mr. Silvair as being quoiromantic and eegosexual with a low libido. 

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

👣: Mr. Crawling doesn’t need to sleep (you know… being non-human and all), but he’ll curl up next to you on the bed and hold your body close to his while pretending to sleep alongside you. It’s kind of adorable, the way his head is nuzzled under your neck while his legs and arms are wrapped around your body, holding you close to him like you were a bodypillow or large stuffed animal. While you sleep, though, he’ll eventually place his head against your chest, listening intently to the sound of your heartbeat and the feeling of your chest rising and falling with each breath. Moments like this, laying there with you in silence, make his mind wander to scenarios with you he’ll never be able to fully experience. 

💉: Does not rest often, finding it a waste of time that could be spent doing something else. He understands you need your sleep, though, so he lets you do it in peace after you both have had sex. Mr. Silvair always manages to somehow make sure you have enough pillows to keep you comfortable or blankets to keep you from getting cold (you can’t help but wonder where he finds clean linens in such a grimy place…). Occasionally, however, he finds himself sitting next to you on the bed, fingers absentmindedly combing through your hair before he pulls his hand back as though you had burnt him – he doesn’t understand it, and he’s desperate to figure out an answer. 

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Summer Memories Part 1: Silas

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I need the mammon bath card so byad.... I haven't gotten an L card drop in months and Im not in a position to spend money on an otome game. Wish me luck. And or that it gets released for pancakes.

It's worth it, it's my favorite card of his so far <3

I REALLY HOPE YOU GET IT <3

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YOU KNOW WHO FUCKING HASN'T GOTTEN A CARD??!

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