Thursday the second to last batch of birthday trinkets arrived, and look who it is!
Skye Riley and the Smile demon! (aka Lollipop) I was surprised that my bf got Rose and Joel for me and not these two, but I guess they were out of stock! He was super stoked like a week ago when he got a notification they were back
The seller also threw in this extra sticker, and it was the first thing my bf handed to me
I was like “HOW DID YOU KNOW” because up until last Friday, my bf was blissfully unaware of how mich I love Leon S. Kennedy, and that’s when he told me this was extra! To which I responded: “HOW DID THEY KNOW????” (Probably cuz everyone has Leon on the brain rn, thanks RE9)
Here is the Etsy seller again, in case you missed it before
There’s only one more birthday trinket left! It got lost and I think a new one was sent, so hopefully it will make its way to its new home soon
Kinktober Day 1: Pretty Mouth [Smile Demon X GN!Reader]
[Smile Demon X GN!Reader - I write about your genitals but there's nothing really identifiable.]
[Warnings: Death, mind controlled death, impaling, slight gore (previous tags are UNRELATED to the smut).
Oral, 69, cum fixation, slightly rough sex, kind of dubcon? dubcon to be safe.]
[AN: Happy Kinktober!]
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You saw a terrible thing about a year ago.
She was about your age when it happened. Her face was puffy, flushed and she said she couldn't run away from it. She tried as hard as she could and yet it still pursued her.
As a first responder, you're more than used to traumatic happenings, but hers... Her was different. You were harnessed at the top of the bridge as she edged closer and closer to the plummet and you begged her. Below were the sharp rocks, the unforgiving sea, and just behind and above you was the highway she'd haphazardly abandoned her car atop. The faint buzzing of police walkie talkies and firemen's comms rang around you should the worst happen.
"Sarah, Sarah let's just sit down and talk about this," you gently coaxed her. You watched her thread her dark hands through her even darker locs of hair in distress. Your gaze softened when you saw her take a hesitant step forward.
"Reader," she moaned helplessly, "I can't even trust you. What if this isn't real? What if none of this is real?" Sarah hissed, her hands falling from her temples to grip tightly around her waist as she attempted to self soothe. She wasn't meeting your gaze, almost like she was afraid to. "I can't deal with this anymore," she whispered as the wind howled.
You took a cautious step forward to not startle Sarah. "Please don't," you pleaded, "I can fix this, we can fix this," you attempted to reason with her, "what about your cat? Who's going to take care of her?"
Sarah's attention shifted for a moment. Gears began to turn and click around in her head as she stepped away from the edge and just a smidge closer to you. "Basil..." Sarah said gently to herself as a certain clarity washed over her dark eyes.
"That's right, Basil needs you," you stressed to her. Your eyes were gentle and soft as you watched her slowly and hesitantly take step after microscopic step towards you. "Look at me, and we'll figure this out together," you said in that same gentle tone to her. She was finally in arm's reach of you. Your hand gingerly reached out and touched her shoulder. "Look at me, Sarah."
Sarah lifted her head. Her gaze moving at a snail's pace to finally meet your eyes. When she did, she gasped, mouth agape like a fish out of water and eyes bulging out of her skull.
She let out a loud screech and fell backwards.
"NO!" She screamed, scrambling closer and closer to the edge once more. Sarah fell back, crying out and once again covered in tears at the mere sight of you. "No, no, no, no, no, no-" she begged. "Stop smiling at me, stop fucking smiling at me!"
You recoiled for a moment and stepped back. "Woah, woah, Sarah I'm not-"
"Stop fucking smiling, stop smiling, stop it!" She screamed as she raised her arms up in defense. She screamed once more. A long, loud, bloodcurdling scream before her face shifted. Her mouth remained agape, eyes glossy and fixated on the faint stars above. Her body stiffened entirely as if she were frozen in place save for her heavy, labored breathing. An ugly panting sound tore from her throat, ripping through the tense atmosphere before she snapped upwards.
"Sarah?" You asked, brows knit in a budding fear that trickled down your spine and pooled in your gut. "Sarah, are you okay?"
Sarah's lips pulled further, and further upwards at the corners in a nasty grin. Her white teeth shone uncannily in the overhead streetlights. Her eyes were wide as stared you down as if you were a piece of meat. Her shoulders sagged and her back hunched forward.
You raised your hands up to placate her and remind her that you weren't a threat. "Come on, let's just... Talk and sit down, maybe get some coffee-"
"STOP SMILING!" A voice reared in your ear in Sarah's tone.
You jolted and on instinct, pushed at the sound only instead to find Sarah leering directly in front of you.
Her hand jutted out and grasped your collar. Her near superhuman strength began to drag you to the edge with her. She was unblinking, mouth taught and her movements unlike any human you'd ever met before.
"Stop, Sarah, please stop!" You said in an attempt to wrestle with her. You dug your heels in and clawed at her to free yourself.
But then she stopped. Directly at the edge, she let you go.
Your heart froze when you saw her pull the corners of her lips upwards to the corners of her dark eyes and then leap off the edge in an almost comically smooth action. Her smiling visage continued to glare up at you as tears welled in her too-far-gone eyes before she cackled as the sharp rocks below embedded into her spine and popped out the other side.
You felt your stomach turn as she twitched down on the rocks and smelled her freshly spilled blood mix with the salty water from the sea. Yellow fat beaded out of the wounds, spilling outwards before she finally gave into her wounds.
Frozen, it was your colleagues who brought you away from the edge and hoisted you out.
You felt frozen in that moment, and at sometimes, felt frozen in the present too.
She haunted your dreams and even your waking world. You couldn't stop thinking about her, and when you put in serious effort to stop, she'd just come back - smiling and giggling and whispering in your ear, her claws grasped around your collar and dangerously close to being dug deep into your neck.
It began to happen to you too.
You wouldn't just see her smiling, but others in your life. It grew in frequency until you finally met him.
Well, sometimes a him. Mostly a him.
His name is Lollipop.
And Lollipop is a jerk.
The first time he revealed himself to you in his entirety was when he wanted to possess you.
He had been tormenting you with visions of Sarah again, climbed out of her mouth and stalked in a giant wet, gooey mess towards you. The layers of teeth and misaligned jaws were stacked like rings until you found his beaming eyes.
You wanted to scream. Honestly. But instead, he drew closer and you kissed it. Him. It? It's hard to tell sometimes as he willingly chooses to change his form depending on his mood.
It was a pure fluke of your mind when you kissed him.
The creature reared up, stunned, and then it grinned once more.
It even called you a whore.
And started the kind of awkward relationship you had with the Smile Demon, who grew tired of you calling him that and decided on his name Lollipop on account of how you taste him.
The two of you made a deal - he would indulge in sins of the flesh, things unknown to his kind, the human, carnal desire of lust and sex on the full moon in exchange for your life. When you stopped, he would finally take your life and use you to infect others.
You thought it was a... good... deal. At first, you looked towards your intimate encounters with Lollipop as a scourge, something you had to do for the good of others. He currently only infected you, and would not harm anyone else so long as you offered your body. You were saving people.
He promised he would never physically or mentally harm you, but asked that he be allowed to startled you as the fear you exuded was delicious enough to be sustained. Unfortunately, that means he plays as many 'pranks' as he possibly can on you before you tell him enough is enough for the night.
So far, you have rules about no impersonations of family or close friends, not when you're in the bathroom, when cooking or driving, or anything that might land you in jail when being scared out of your mind.
But the most fascinating part of your relationship to him is the sex. You weren't even sure what he could do with his body, and he refused to use another as a sort of conduit or avatar. That isn't to say he hasn't taken the form of people you've found attractive of wondered about, but he prefers his natural shape. Raw, bloody, full of teeth and viscera, that is what is most comfortable to him and you abide by it.
For instance, it's a full moon night.
Your body is pressed up against his and you can feel his long fingers trailed down your back. You're laying on top of him, your tongue covered in his saliva. You closed your eyes as you fell in for another kiss, and allowed yourself to feel a modicum of pleasure. You'd been doing this for a year - you were allowed to give in at times.
You tore away from him to breathe and looked down at him. A small, toothy grin fell upon your face and he chuckled deeply. You reached one of your hands back and looked for his cock before you squeaked at how those same large hands stopped you.
"What are you doing?" You asked in a haze as he effortlessly flipped you both around. Inwardly, you cringed at the way his wet skin slid against yours, but the clouds in your mind stopped you from considering it any further.
"Experimenting," he said simply. "We have not tried this yet." He shoved your head down towards his long cock. It wriggled around like a long tongue, even textured like one but held the appearance of a slimy tentacle. At the tip buttoned a pointy mushroom cap, beads of cum already rolling down the buds that it crowned.
You felt his warm breath on your lower half and felt heat rise to your cheeks. "Lolli-oh fuck-!" You whined. Your brows knit together as you felt his long tongue shove deep inside of you. There wasn't even any warmup! His dripping mouth was more than enough lubrication as he pushed past your tight opening and then began to savor the taste of you from the inside.
You cried out and pressed your chest to his belly and arched your back so he could have better access. One of his hands snaked up your wanton body and squeezed your ass. He played with it slightly, squeezing, kneading, and at one point, he grabbed your hips and pulled you more flush onto his mouth. One of his mouths.
You panted softly and drank in the pleasure as your thighs trembled. "Oh my god, fuck," you growled in thick pleasure. Your nails dug into his sinewy thighs but it didn't bother him at all.
"You're being rude," his low voice reminded you. He chided you as if you'd forgotten something trivial.
Between his legs stirred his inhuman cock. It unfurled impatiently before it tapped at your cheek.
Through your lust, you opened your hazy eyes and let out another small moan as his tongue curled inside of you. You squeezed your thighs together and opened your mouth. You stuck out your tongue and licked at the pointy tip, savoring him and sucking just like he liked.
Your insides fluttered. Your arousal began to coat his upper chest as he worked you closer and closer to your end. Not wanting to upset him, you moved your tongue lower and kept contact with the wiggling tentacle and were strongly reminded of French kissing him. You swore you could feel him smile as his lips literally kissed your ass before he returned to tongue fucking you.
You tasted him in full, long, languid licks to get him nice and wet before you took him into your mouth. You moaned around him as his versatile cock brushed around your teeth and your tongue before stiffening. You internally grinned and began to bob your head.
"Keep going," he said simply. His spindly fingers moved from your hips to the back of your head. He tested the waters by starting to push you down, fully laughing when you were more than receptive to it. He hissed a low 'good' before shoving your head back down, groaning in deep pleasure when he felt the depth and warmth of your throat.
Your eyes rolled up before clamping shut as you focused on making him feel good. You sucked at his cock every time his clawed hand pulled you back up, and wiggled your tongue all around him when he shoved you down. Your heart raced in your chest as you swallowed and took him as deep as you could.
His groans were heavy in your ear, though nothing about his motions had changed. His hips bucked up slightly to meet your mouth, but you could tell he missed being buried to the hilt inside of you. Though, you could tell he was right on the edge and about to fall off.
You prayed to anyone who would listen that you would be able to handle him to his hilt and gave it an attempt. You gagged as you pressed your lips down to his body and felt it. His hips snapped up again and you felt tears welling in your eyes and another moan vibrating in your chest at his long tongue in your body.
He came down your throat. His cock pulsed thickly and he purred and he filled your throat. His chest rumbled as the sickly sweet, thick cum filled your mouth and he continued releasing even as he pulled his cock from your throat to rest the tip on your tongue.
Eagerly, you lapped him up and began to clean him, mewling sweetly for him. You heard him mumble an 'easy' before he groaned again at you curling your tongue around his tip and massaging him for the last of his sweet drops.
His fingers raked over your scalp, petting you as you continued to clean him and lap up his essence. "Good use for such a pretty mouth."
