Thanks to your fic I got very into the idea of Homelander eating out Deep's gills 🤭
I love to imagine Homelander getting distracted during some event because Deep is a bit nervous, and that makes his gills flutter under his vest. And all Homelander can think about is "must get my mouth on those sensitive and delicate things"
Yes! We need more gill play!!
I love the idea of Homelander getting distracted by them like that! I can imagen him like, pulling Deep away at an event or something and ravaging him because he can't stop thinking about it and is too distracted. Then just returning like nothing happed, meanwhile Deep is super disheveled and trying to get his shit back together 🤣
Another one to add to the list! Thanks anon for promoting more gill play it is very much needed!!!
14 with Raindrop, I think Dew wants to show a newly summoned Rain how the jets work :)
Have 300 words of gill fuckery as god intended
“Sensitive” rain gasped as dew pressed his body against one of the jets of the hotel tub. Water streamed through the gills on rains abdomen, dew rubbing his fingers along the soft delicate skin of the other side. He knew very well how reactive gills could be, mist shoving her fingers through the ones on his neck to make him cum more times than he could count, so it was only fair to show rain as well.
“Have you ever played with them like this?” Rains gills were tight, dew barely could get a finger through unlike when he had his own. Rain leaned against his chest, trying not to rock his hips in search of friction. Something desperate and embarrassing about being so needy like this when he hasn’t even been touched yet.
“Stroked them, like the way it feels when I rub them with my fingers, never ah- stuck anything in them”
Dew chuckled against rains neck, feeling the way his gills fluttered against his lips. He gave them a tentative kiss just to hear rain moan before sucking and fiddling with the flesh between his teeth.
Rains eyes practically rolled back, gasping when dew stuck his tongue between them. It was entirely new, rain only playing with his gills in the darkness of his own bedroom assuming he was weird for what he was doing. But dew was just making out with them unashamed, the hot tub jets adding a delicious pressure that made a heat stir in his stomach.
“Gotta give me more- dew please” rain gripped the side of the tub with all of his strength just to stay upright. The urge to reach down between his legs and take care of himself was strong, but he trusted dew, wanted to cum from what he says to do.
Dews free hand roamed over his chest, toying with his nipples. The other was pushing in and out of rains gills with earnest, crooking them up inside while rain squirmed under his touch.
hear me out: dew lost his gills when he transitioned to fire but his neck is still very sensitive where the gills were
You're so right and forgive me if I lose my mind about it a little.
Some Dewther "gill" fucking filth under the cut.
It's an accidental discovery. Aether reaching up to trace his fingers over those silvery scars on his neck. Still fresh. Dew, staring up at him, vulnerable--afraid to let himself be explored like this. Body feeling somewhere between home and completely new. He keeps his hands at his sides, fists clenched, nails digging cresents into his palms. It's hard to be seen like this--touched like this. He's never been good with intimacy.
Aether's reverent, devoted. Eyes big and wide as he touches Dew. Feather light, barely there, over every inch of warm skin Dew will let him. Watching as Dew's skinny chest heaves with each stuttering breath. Panic mixed with arousal. Aether has him naked--unable to hide. He dips his fingers into the hollow of Dew's throat and watches as Dew's cock twitches against his thigh.
Dew stays as still as he can, would do anything to keep Aether like this. Despite the strange twist of anxiety he gets from letting himself be seen, it's the way Aether looks at him that fixes it. Like he is everything. Like there is something in him worth marveling at.
The first touch of Aether's fingers on his scars is like lightening through his skin. A jolt. For a minute it's like he still has gills. That same alarm bell sensitivity of fingers aren't supposed to go here. Dew lets out a whine and Aether pulls his hand back.
"Sorry. I didn't--do they hurt?"
"Do it again," Dew whispers. Silence hangs, Aether blinks at him, fingers uncurling. "Please?"
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Doesn't hurt," Dew promises. "Please, Aeth."
Aether reaches out, drags the calloused pad of his index finger over the middle scar and Dew hisses. Eyes slamming shut, cock kicking to life. Almost fully hard now, twitching between his legs as Aether pets.
Dew arches, tips his head to the side to give Aether better access. "More."
He'd thought he lost this. This electrical current feeling. The brutal sensitivity of his gills that never fails to turn him to goo. It was an unfortuante side-effect of a transition that he needed--that he wanted. But to have it back? He shudders as Aether adds two more fingers, petting over each silver scar. A methodic back and forth motion that makes Dew groan.
His cock spits pre into his happy trail. He thinks that if Aether decided to curl his whole hand around his throat, to press the pads of his fingers to the scars on both sides, if Aether was to squeeze--just a little--Dew could cum.
He can't ask for it though--doesn't know how. Words are fleeting. All he knows how to do is unclench his fists and get his hands on himself. One to cup his balls, the other to polish the sticky head of his cock.
"That good?" Aether teases. He starts to pull his fingers away and Dew's eyes snap open. He shakes his head. Pulling at his cock frantically, lips falling open.
"Nononono don't--you gotta--fuck, Aeth--don't stop, please don't stop."
Aether grins at him, bending forward to block Dew's view of anything but him. He kisses him, sweetly, on that pouting lower lip.
"Never," Aether promises.
Dew doesn't realize his mistake until after he cums, painting his belly and knuckles in creamy white. And Aether doesn't stop, fingers still dragging over. He fits his hand around Dew's throat, splaying his fingers across the scars on both sides. Dew's eyes fly open, he twitches. Overstimulation rocketing through him.
"Wait--Aeth--too much--"
Aether leans down to kiss his sweaty forehead, his smile turns predatory.
"You told me not to stop."
Hi it me again. Imma need to see mermaid lucifer, diavolo, and a whining mess because I have played with their gills and neck. Idk something about it I making me go wild. Also holy moly you are an amazing writer and I can not get enough of it. (Of course this isn't an actual demand I am not entiled just amazed and horny)
Hyggfc Thank you so much!!🖤🤍
Lucifer (Gill play)
It took a bit to talk Lucifer into letting you touch his gills, he kept saying you’d get hurt, that they are sharp, if you’re not careful you’d get hurt, etc. though you managed to talk him into letting you feel then, just a little.
You strummed your fingers along his side, lightly tracing his gills. You were surprised when he jerked under you, almost smacking you with his tail. “Are you ok?” You ask, adjusting where you were so he had space to leave if he wanted to.
He made no attempt to move away, in fact he actually got a little closer to you, though he’s not looking you in the eye. “I’m fine, continue.” He hissed out, bringing your hand back to the gills along his ribs. You gently slide your hands along his gills, tracing them and occasionally sliding a finger or two under them. You were surprised to hear him moan.
“Does that feel good?” You grin, almost laughing when you see how red his face is. “Would you like it if I continued?” He quickly nodded, hiding his face in your shoulder. You give him a gentle kiss and grin, digging your nails into his gills.
He squealed under you, you got splashed with water and you’re not sure if he meant to do that. He’s practically clinging to you now, trying to get you to be more firm with the pressure. You snuck a hand towards one of the smaller gills, rubbing it between your fingers.
Lucifer keened at that, thrusting against you, you paused realizing he was hard, ah, this had more of an effect on him than you thought.
Diavolo (Gill play)
Diavolo was usually with Barbatos, so he didn’t get to indulge in these sorts of activities often, since Barbatos didn’t like the idea of him showing off weak points of their species, but today Barbatos was busy and you got Dia to yourself!
He let you feel along his body, his skin was smooth and his scales weren’t as rough as you thought they’d be. He had warned you to be careful with his gills, saying that he was sensitive there. You used feathery light touches to trace along his gills without risking hurting him, though you weren’t expecting him to start whining. “Does it hurt?”
He quickly shook his head, putting pressure on your hands. “N-no, it feels good, can you…be a little rougher?” He moaned out, you obliged and gently stroked his gills, he kissed the side of your face, trying to pull you closer.
You paused when you felt something brush against your thigh. You glanced down to see his cock out, already completely hard. “Oh, I didn’t realize you liked it this much.” He mewled, trying to thrust up to get friction but you stopped him. “Hmm…no, I don’t think we are gonna use this tonight,” You gesture to his cock. “Let’s just forget it’s there, shall we?”
Just rubb their gills, since they are so sensitive it’s an erogenous zone for them, they a whining and squirming as you tease them.
They can cum from just this alone, it’s cute, you can make them cum untouched! Not to mention how cute they are when they are all flustered!
It’s unfortunate for them that they only get pleasure when someone else is playing with their gills, if they try it their self they don’t feel anything…guess it’s just an intimacy thing?
