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ayadurable · 1 month ago

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18+ MDNI . Lesbian sex in an alley, post-fight adrenaline sex, mutual fingering, (pining, mentions of canon violence and fucking girls, voyerism), they/them character, everyone is afab.

The Monster and the Chaos

SEVIKA x RAN = friends-with-benefits loyalty kink ♡

SUMMARY: The history of how Ran grew up to burn through Zaun alongside Sevika. The work, the fucking around, the loyalty. Up until five years ago, when finally, just fucking. It took Ran until 24 before Sevika could see it. (Age gap 24/36.)

NOTES: First half backstory, or scroll down to ✿✿✿ for the alley smut scene. Start of a series, which is somewhere between friends-with-benefits porn and a rough-edged love story.

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~20 years ago: Sevika 21 | Ran 9

The first memory Sevika has of Ran is from the days when she is still clawing her way up the ranks of some gang.

Sevika is already capable of being a mean, dangerous thing when the city turns bad, and in Zaun, things always do. She smokes too much, fights too much, and fucks pretty girls like it’s a way to stay alive. Clearly not someone a kid should idolize.

But one does.

This scrawny, relentless kid from the Lanes keeps showing up. They are never scared of her, which she finds surprising. They also never shut up.

This kid trails after her, talking about street rumors, Zaunite music, pitfights, the weird glowing moss and insects in the old mines, and how they’re going to fix everything wrong with the city. The kid asks questions or lectures her.

“Did you know that if you tap the pipes, you can tell what’s in them? The ones with air hum and clang, kind of like music. Waste pipes go dull, and sometimes gurgle, like they don’t like you touching them.”

“If you stab the joint here, they can’t lift their arm again.”

Sevika mostly grunts and smokes, and pretends not to listen. The kid is annoying and loud, but also sharp and sometimes funny. And since they don’t expect her to say too much, she often lets the kid hang around a while and talk.

Without meaning to, Sevika learns their name.

Ran.

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~16 years ago: Sevika 25 | Ran 13

This one night Ran is just pacing. They slip through the back halls of the gang they so want to be part of, not wanting to go home yet. It’s one of those nights when half the crew is too drunk to stand, and Ran maybe just wants to watch and learn. Not quite sure what, really.

And that’s when they see Sevika with the girl.

Sevika is pressed into a corner in the hallways with some beautiful woman clinging to her. Sevika is young, tall, and handsome, and in Zaun strength is a currency. She’s used to getting offers. But this is something more. So Ran freezes without meaning to, half-hidden behind a doorway, holding their breath.

The girl is soft and so graceful. Eyes wide and clutching Sevika’s neck like she really cares.

Then Sevika kisses her. Hard, yes. Demanding, yes. But gentle too, with hands steady at the girl’s waist, not groping. Sevika is careful, like holding something breakable. Ran has never seen her like that. In Zaun you’re supposed to be only tough.

The kiss is slow, long and unbroken. Something clearly meaningful, not stolen or bought.

Heart hammering, Ran watches as the girl slips her fingers into Sevika’s hair, the short ones at the nape of her neck, and they can feel how Sevika relaxes into the touch.

Without thinking, Ran touches their own neck. Then slips away into the shadows.

They never forget.

* * *

~13 years ago: Sevika 28 | Ran 16

Sevika is in Vander’s crew, moving up, trusted with important, mean work suited to her, when Ran grows into a reckless, cocky teenager.

Ran is always getting into fights, pulling scams, flirting with the wrong people, but still showing up all the time to talk to her. Still moving like they can’t stop. Still grinning like nothing can touch them.

One month Ran shows up with a buzzcut, running their hand over it again and again. Next month it’s bleached hair and a bigger grin.

Sevika actually bursts out laughing, that rough, crackling sound, when Ran offers to do her piercings with a block of ice and a needle, like they pierce themselves. Ran is pleased. It doesn’t matter if it’s the piercings or the laugh. Either one feels like winning.

Sevika suspects a crush once or twice, but Ran never flirts with her. They flirt with everyone else though. And they are shameless about it, with an endless supply of one-liners and praises.

Ran is constantly talking about kissing girls in alleys. Only girls. Soft girls, wide-eyed girls with easy smiles. They have that half-cocky, half-insecure bravado teenagers wear like armor.

“You hear about me and that girl from Greyrat Street?”

“She said my mouth was a problem. Still kissed me though. You think she’s hot? She laughs nice. I think she really likes me.”

Sevika mostly huffs, lets Ran talk and tries not to smile. Just another damn kid trying to survive the only way they know how.

Ran’s always getting into trouble. Sometimes Sevika grabs them by the back of the collar, hauls them out of a fight, and shoves them toward safety. Gruff orders and rough hands holding them still until they settle enough not to go right back in.

“Get your shit together.”

* * *

~10 years ago: Sevika 31 | Ran 19

Sevika moves up to become a solid core fighter under Vander’s leadership. The streets are tense but organized. She’s known for her power, and her readiness to do whatever needs to be done for Zaun.

Ran finally narrows their chaos into something sharper. They train constantly, and their energy gives them an edge. They’re still not as big as Sevika and never will be, so they learn to be fast, smart, and tactical.

It’s Sevika who suggests the two blades and it suits them. Hit fast. Move faster. Cut deep. Disappear.

They’re good. Good enough that Sevika starts letting them tag along on real work. Good enough that Ran slides into the crew like they were always meant to be there.

Always near Sevika.

Sevika doesn’t think about it much. Just figures Ran is loyal and dependable.

Ran still talks about girls too much. Constant stories that are often true, if you believe them.

“She had this tattoo here, and when I got her shirt off, just had to trail it with my tongue.”

“She laughed like I was trouble, then whispered if I’d ever been with a cop’s daughter.”

“Told her so many times she was cute, she wouldn’t let go. She bit my lip, so I think it counts as a date.”

It’s partly a smokescreen. Sevika doesn’t notice, genuinely doesn’t. Ran’s been around so long they’re just part of the background now. The familiar chatterbox handy with the blades. They’re still that damn kid in the back of her mind, now grown up enough to be useful.

And there’s this one girl Ran can’t shut up about for weeks. The one who first kissed them for making her laugh. Ran babbles about a breakfast in bed, even though it’s a mess of crumbs, jam, and juice spilling over. Every time Ran talks about it, it’s with this stupid, wide grin, like they can’t believe it keeps happening. Like they’re a little bit afraid if they stop talking about it, it might stop being real.

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~8 years ago: Sevika 33 | Ran 21

Then things start going bad.

Sevika grows frustrated with Vander’s pacifist stance toward Piltover. Vander promised change, but it’s not happening. The city rots slower, but that’s all.

Sevika starts to believe any cost is acceptable if it means freeing Zaun. So she leaves Vander’s crew for Silco’s, and many follow her. Ran, of course, is one of them.

The night Vander’s kids try to get him back from Silco’s hold, Jinx’s bomb explodes. When Sevika is in, she’s all in, so she loses her arm saving Silco.

She doesn’t remember much after the blast. Just pain.

But Ran is there. Wrecked inside but strangely calm, they keep talking through it.

“This’ll turn out fine.”

“The mechanical arm’s gonna make you even stronger.”

“You’re still the biggest bitch in the streets.”

Ran stays close through the whole messy recovery, even when Sevika is an ass, lashing out from the anger of her loss. They spar with her endlessly. Help her force the new mechanical arm into something fierce and useful.

They also make sure everyone on the streets knows she’ll be back soon, and worse for it. Sevika tells herself it’s loyalty and friendship. She won’t forget it. Not ever. Trust is the most important thing in the world to her.

And the arm? She really is a weapon now.

* * *

~7 years ago: Sevika 34 | Ran 22

A year after losing her arm, Sevika is Silco’s second when Ran loses their hand. It’s nothing extraordinary, only bad odds on one bad job. One bad move, and the fingers are gone.

Ran doesn’t scream. Doesn’t cry. Just stares at Sevika in the bloody street, bites down, and survives it the same way she did. Refusing to fall.

Sevika sticks close this time. She makes sure Ran gets fitted with the best mechanical replacement and they spar through the pain and the frustration. Ran gets faster, smarter, and meaner. Gets back to work.

But sometimes, after jobs that should’ve killed them both but didn’t, they make it back laughing. Sevika buys the first drinks. Ran steals the seconds. And for a while, Zaun doesn’t feel like it’s trying to kill them.

Somewhere in the middle of it, Ran starts flirting with Sevika. Very casual, like it’s nothing. Just their usual grin and swagger.

“You know, if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were my type too. Big, mean, and hard to get.”

Sevika laughs it off. It’s entirely Ran. They’ve survived too much together for it to mean anything. That’s what they are. Banter, loyalty and familiar heat.

They know each other’s bodies well from fighting side by side, from bandaging each other’s hard-to-reach cuts, and from sparring between jobs. Ran clinks their metal fingers against Sevika’s arm.

“Together, we’re a full set.”

Sevika huffs, and pushes them harder in the next sparring round. She doesn’t see it. Doesn’t see that Ran isn’t quite kidding.

Anyway, she figures they both just want to burn through reckless girls. Women who want Sevika to do whatever she wants to them. And she wants control, without question. Lovers who want Ran to play games, talk shit, tease and touch until they are begging Ran for more. Same needs, different styles.

No reason to look closer.

* * *

~6 years ago: Sevika 35 | Ran 23

It’s a messy couple of years.

They work well together, but it’s cruel work in a cruel world, and they’re built for it. Both of them survive by distracting themselves. Too much drinking and too many girls, but slowly, they settle into what they are.

Crew is the only home they have. Zaun is the only cause that matters. Work is a shitty means to an end they’re not sure will ever come.

Women come to Sevika, looking for safety in her gruff demeanor and status. They say they like the scars at first, and listen to the gravel in her voice. They want the weight of her body in bed, the way she takes control. But then they start asking for softness, expecting her to sweet-talk and make grand promises. Sevika doesn’t have that. Not in her nature. Soon they can’t accept the monster she carries in her, even though it was the monster that first drew them in. The monster she looks more and more like with every year.

Ran, meanwhile, enters full fuckboy mode. All swagger and smirks. A blade on each shoulder and a pretty thing on every street. They want Ran’s touches, the teasing whispers, the fast hands. But then they try to slow them down. Try to handle Ran’s chaos. Their constant need for action, movement, shit talking, the heat they thrive in. But Ran isn’t built for slowing down.

So, fuck feelings.

Fuck romance.

Just fuck.

Sevika stops even pretending to date. It’s easier to pay. No mind games or pretending. No asking for things she doesn’t have. No heart left to try for real. She needs the quiet more too.

But Ran can’t stand the thought of not being really wanted. They never pay. Ran teases, dares, and wins pretty things over with a charming smile and a filthy mouth.

And what Ran really wants is different.

They find girls who want the danger of Sevika and them both. The wild ones. The brave ones.

Ran smoothtalks pairs of pretty girls. Picks the bold one who doesn’t flinch from Sevika and presses her under Sevika’s arm with a smirk. Then kisses the other girl until nobody is breathing evenly. So they end up in the same rooms fucking different girls.

Ran watches, when they think Sevika won’t notice. Watches Sevika kiss a girl slow. Watches her pin wrists back against a wall. Watches the brave one cling, asking for it, until Sevika fucks her hard enough to make her cry out. Watches the way Sevika steadies the girl’s hips after. Not sweet, but something close to careful. There’s still something careful left in Sevika.

And Ran listens. Listens for the low rough sound Sevika makes when a girl touches her, makes her come.

But Sevika knows.

Neither of them says anything. Not ever.

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CHAPTER 2: The First Time

~5 years ago: Sevika 36 | Ran 24

Sevika is thirty-six and the scariest monster on the streets. Ran is twenty-four, the fast, deadly, unstoppable chaos. Zaun isn’t a nice place. It respects them.

A moment ago, things almost went bad. It was just the two of them, and a lot more of some rogue chemlord’s gang than there was supposed to be. Now it’s the familiar taste of blood in the air. All that blood under their boots, soaking the alley. Those bodies will never move again.

Ran paces. Too much adrenaline. Laughing too loud.

“Fucking hell… did you see that? Did you see that one with the mask?” They ramble. “I thought I was dead. I thought you were dead. Shit, you’re not dead, right?”

“Still moving,” Sevika grunts and shrugs.

Ran stops and looks at Sevika. At her steadiness and realness. Her power.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” they go on. “Thought you were done for, with so many closing in. Thought I was gonna finally die.”

Sevika stays calm, like she always does. The worse it gets, the tighter her control. “You hurt?” she asks.

Ran keeps on rambling, wild-eyed, unable to stop moving. “The size of that guy, probably on shimmer, and you just…”

”I asked if you’re hurt?” Sevika huffs, annoyed.

Ran glances at her and breathes out hard. “No. Don’t think so.”

They stop pacing, lean their forehead against the brick wall and kick it hard.

“Shit. Damn, I need to get off,” Ran mutters. “Need to fuck something.”

It’s not a flirtation, just true, the way Ran works shit out. It’s just fuckboy logic.

Sevika grumbles under her breath. Ran’s clearly bleeding. She grabs their shoulder, turns them around, checks the bruises and cuts quickly and roughly. She takes Ran’s chin in her hand and tilts their head, checking the cut above their ear on the shaved side.

“Looks nasty,” she says. “But it’s not deep. You’ll live.”

Ran chuckles, voice still shaky. “Always do.”

They’re both raw and ragged and have that burning under the skin they always carry after a kill.

With the adrenaline, Ran is even cockier than usual. They are pushed against the wall from Sevika’s rough medical check, so they take hold of her waist, running their thumb under the waistband of those low-slung pants, tracing the line that always drives them crazy, whether Sevika knows it or not.

And like always, there are the jokes. “You gonna take care of me, nurse?”

Sevika huffs but for some reason she doesn’t let go. She keeps Ran pinned against the wall and looks at them. Such a pretty fuckboy. What would be the harm, right? They both need to burn off the adrenaline anyway. Wouldn’t mean anything.

Ran sees the look and almost manages to hide the way their breath catches.

They risk it.

They hold her waist tighter and pull her ever so slightly closer. Ran slips their thumb a little lower, following that deep crease at her hip.

Sevika presses in, heavy and hard, bracing her metal arm beside Ran’s head, chest to chest. She’s bigger, older, meaner, and testing if Ran will flinch. But the noise Ran makes isn’t protest.

It’s want.

They grin like a challenge. Ran’s cold metal fingers dig into her hip. Warm fingers slide even deeper under her waistband.

“Knew you had something special under here,” they whisper.

No kisses. No stripping. Just a scramble of belts and tight pants shoved down far enough.

Sevika’s fingers find Ran’s clit first.

They moan, trying to hold down a shiver, and Sevika smiles crooked, already rubbing tight, brutal little circles.

Ran gets to her right after.

Sevika growls down against their neck, breath hot, voice wrecked,

“Fuck. There. Stay still.”

But Ran doesn’t.

Sliding two fingers down, one on either side of her clit, up and down, jerking her off rough and fast, grinding into her hand at the same time. Both of them are pushing, chasing that burn.

Ran knows exactly what Sevika needs. They’ve strapped girls in the same rooms when drunk so many times. They’ve seen Sevika shove girls’ hands into her own pants after. Heard her giving orders, gruff and direct. And Ran has listened every time.

And Sevika’s fingers, fuck, her fingers have the experience. She knows exactly how to respond to every hitch of Ran’s breath.

It’s rough. No rhythm. And all drive.

They come nearly at the same time. Growling, shaking, panting.

Sevika swears, like she always does when it’s good.

Time stills for a while.

Ran’s face presses into Sevika’s shoulder, hand still shoved in her pants, not wanting to let go. Sevika’s head drops against theirs, mind blank for a rare, relieving moment. The air stinks of sweat and blood and sex.

And for a few seconds, they just breathe together.

Then it’s Sevika grunting, “Fuck.”

Ran chuckles, like it’s nothing.

Both of them shove their pants back up, buckling belts with hands still shaking from it. Sevika lights up a cig, sticks it between Ran’s fingers. They take a deep drag. Neither of them looks at each other, but it’s not uncomfortable. Not really.

When they walk out of the alley, Sevika goes first, broad shoulders cutting through the ever-burning lights of Zaun. Ran follows a step behind.

Right before they hit the street, Ran lifts their fingers, inhales deeply. Just in case this was a one-time thing. They want to remember what she smells like.

Sevika tries not to think.

She liked it.

She liked it too much.

They never talk about it. But the next time, it’s easy. Like it’s supposed to happen.

♡

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fishieguyy · 9 months ago

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redraw of an older piece!

dialogue was going to be:

"you betrayed me, my Queen.

Do you know what happens to traitors?"

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tidapencil · 3 months ago

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Scent of your perfume

Trace of your fingers

You were made for me

#illustration #sketch #drawing #lgbt #wlw #original art #f/f #fantasy #lgbtqia

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multi-fandom-imagine · 28 days ago

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Hello! I got a request for you. Sense you've got few k-pop demon hunters fanfics, can you do a smut fanfic about Mira x FemReader? It's okay if you can't do it :) (I also read one of your FD fanfics and they're really good!)

A/n: MIRA YESSSSS , also thank you! You're so sweet.

Reader is Mira’s soft, golden-retriever girlfriend — warm, loyal, and adoring. Mira is cool, intense, and protective — but secretly just as needy for her girlfriend as demons are for chaos.

The hotel room was dim, lit only by the neon sign bleeding in from the balcony. Mira stood near the window, still in her outfit from what was supposed to be a show, you could see just enough to reveal the sheen of sweat at her throat. You watched her silently from the bed, wrapped in a towel after your shower, hair still damp and clinging to your cheeks.

She hadn’t said much since the mission,the chaos of the 'show'. Just a quiet nod to the rest of the team and a tug on your wrist as she led you up here, alone.

You padded over to her without a word, resting your chin on her shoulder from behind. “Hey,” you murmured, arms slipping gently around her waist. “I’m proud of you.”

Mira let out a breath through her nose, but didn’t answer. You could feel the tension in her muscles — taut, like a bowstring about to snap.

Your lips brushed against her neck. “Let me help you come down…”

That did it.

In one sudden, fluid motion, Mira turned, backing you toward the bed, hands at your waist like she needed to feel that you were still here — warm, soft, real. Her mouth found yours with urgency, all teeth and tongue at first, before it melted into something deeper. Hungrier.

You gasped softly when she pushed you down onto the mattress, straddling your hips, her thighs pressing tight against yours. You looked up at her with wide, devoted eyes — golden retriever gaze shining — and Mira’s control nearly snapped.

“You’re too good to me,” she rasped, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

“I know,” you whispered, tilting your head up for another kiss. “I want you to show me.”

She groaned low in her throat.

Her mouth trailed down your jaw, over your collarbone, while her fingers slowly undid the knot of your towel, letting it fall open to reveal the smooth warmth of your skin. You shivered beneath her, more from anticipation than the cool air.

Mira’s hand slid between your thighs, fingertips stroking you gently, deliberately — and you were already soaked.

“Fuck…” she whispered, voice rough against your neck. “You’re always so ready for me.”

Your breath hitched. “Only for you, Mira…”

That was all it took. She slid two fingers into you, slow but deep, her thumb circling your clit with practiced precision. You moaned, hips bucking slightly, but Mira pressed her body over yours, keeping you grounded — her weight, her strength, her scent — all of it surrounding you like armor.

“You’re so sweet when you’re like this,” she murmured, curling her fingers just right, drawing another whimper from you. “My soft girl. My good girl.”

You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak — just nodded desperately, thighs trembling around her hand.

Mira kissed you again, slower this time. As if tasting your soul.

She never rushed it. Not with you. Not when you looked at her like she hung the moon and forgave every demon that clung to her shadow.

Your hands tangled in her hair as the pressure built — heat curling tighter and tighter in your belly.

“Mira—fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Let go,” she murmured, fingers speeding up just enough, her voice the only anchor you needed. “Come for me, baby.”

You shattered with a cry, back arching beneath her, your release pulsing around her fingers. Mira held you through every second of it, her lips brushing your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth.

When your breathing slowed, she pulled her hand away and gently licked her fingers clean, eyes never leaving yours.

You flushed. “You’re such a menace.”

She smirked. “And you love it.”

You did. With your whole stupid, loyal heart.

And as she pulled you into her arms and whispered that she needed you — only you — you knew you’d follow her through heaven, hell, or another demon hunt. Wherever she needed you to be

#drabbles #drabble #smut #f/f #fxf smut #yuri #mira x reader #Mira x you #Mira x y/n #kpop demon hunters #kpop demon hunters x reader #kpop demon hunters x y/n

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destinationtoast · 5 months ago

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Toastystats: F/F stats (Feb 2025)

Happy Femslash February! <3 I have new stats about big F/F ships and F/F-heavy fandoms on AO3. For explanations, clarifications, and corrections, please click through to AO3.

Edit: note that "foreground" as used here means "works that are nearly guaranteed to be mostly about F/F, because the other largest shipping categories (F/M and M/M) are filtered out." That definition reasonably demotes some F/F ships that are mostly background ships, but it also overly demotes some ships like Catradora that have common F/M or M/M background ships. I've edited the post to add graphs of the fandoms and ships with the most F/F works overall, in addition to the those with the most foreground F/F. Click through to AO3 for longer versions of all these lists, as well as for more explanations.

#femslash february #yuri #wlw #f/f #femslash #ao3 #fandom stats #toastystats #op #shipping stats #50 #100 #500

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the-modern-typewriter · 5 months ago

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Heyyy I hope this is okay especially with how many requests you must get day in and day out 🖤 I had this idea of a dark knight who is in charge of watching over a captured princess and over the time of her being imprisoned she develops feelings for the knight. Eventually she decides to attempt an escape but when the dark knight catches up to her flirtatious tension arises (^◔ᴥ◔^) Honestly it’s your blog but if it’s WLW that’d be great, otherwise go crazy and have a good day!

"Trying to leave without saying goodbye? Heartbreaking. Just as we were getting along."

The princess whirled. Even as she did it, she knew it was foolish. By the time one had laid eyes on a dark knight, it was usually already too late to win the fight. Especially when it was her dark knight. Well, not hers, but...

The knight stepped forward, oh so obligingly, from beneath the night that begged for the honour of giving her cover. The moonlight kissed the sharp black edges of her armour, caressed the deadly tip of her sword, painted her lovingly in monochrome.

The princess's breath hitched.

"Wearing my clothes too," the dark knight said. "My, my princess."

"Well, my dresses do not exactly blend in. It is not sentiment."

"You look good in my things."

The princess swallowed. Her face bloomed with a treacherous heat.

"Have you come to say goodbye then?" She tossed the words half like a plea, and half like a gauntlet.

The worst part, after all, was that she had struggled over the thought of leaving without saying goodbye to her dark knight and captor - which was, frankly, ridiculous. Of course, that didn't mean she wanted her escape attempt to fail simply for the chance of seeing her again. She took half a step back.

The knight's head tilted, expression obscured by her mask.

"Goodbye," the princess said, determinedly. She kept her voice steady, or at least as steady, as proper, as she could. "I have enjoyed our time together."

"Then you will be delighted to know that this is not farewell."

The princess's fists clenched at her side. She edged back another step, gaze fixed on the knight. "Just let me go. You cannot bring me back to him!"

"I most certainly can. Or do you imagine it will be difficult to put you over my shoulder?"

She hated that part of the thought made her shiver, not exactly in terror. Made her think of the knight's lean arms, her lithe strength, the way she towered over the princess in the moments where they were pressed close. A force of nature. A girl made of shadow and bloodshed.

"Please," she said.

"Princess."

"Please."

"I won't tell him you tried to run."

The princess laughed, a bitter thing, shaking her head. She couldn't fight. Or, rather, she could fight but she would not win. Could she run? Maybe. People often underestimated how fast she could be, when she wasn't focused on the poise expected of her.

(People, her mind supplied, were not her knight.)

She jutted her chin up, she edged back another step. "If you cared for me at all, you would not bring me back."

"And if you cared for me at all, you would not expect me to forsake my job."

"Even if you drag me back I'll run again."

"Yes. And I'll catch you again."

"How did you even find out about this!?"

Her - the - dark knight moved then. Wicked fast. One instant she was a few metres away, the next second she had the princess pressed up against one of the forest trees. She did not reach for her sword. Her hand cupped the back of the princess's head, keeping her from bashing it as she was pinned back. Her hand tightened in the princess's hair, sending a sharp bolt of almost sweet pain and adrenaline through the princess's body as she tugged.

"Because, Zaria," her voice was a silken hiss, "I know you."

The princess's breath gave another treacherous hitch. She was sure her eyes were wide

The knight's lips were inches from her own, her head bent low. Lady death and the maiden, the gold jewels of a looming over kiss turned to lavish twilight and steel.

"I know you better than anyone ever has," the knight continued. "Your clever viciousness, your pretty lies, your beautiful cunning. People always mistake prey for something soft and sweet and innocent, don't they?"

"But you are not people."

"Of course you would run." The knight's free hand slid up too, from her shoulders, thumb brushing over the princess's parted lips. "As surely as I would hunt you. This was inevitable between us."

The princess's hand closed on the sword left abandoned at the knight's side. She could have drawn it. She could have plunged it forward in their closeness, hoped to dig past all of the armour to the intriguing thing she'd caught glimpses of beneath.

But then her knight would not be blood and shadow, she would just be blood, and pain, and gone. She wet her cracked lips.

"And does the hunter ever feel tenderness for its prey?" she asked, softly.

"The prey is everything to the hunter," the knight replied. "And so the hunter feels everything for her."

"But not enough pity to let her go."

"I feel no pity for you, princess. You are not a pitiable thing, are you?"

"Then that is not everything."

The knight laughed. "You are magnificent. Will you come willingly," she asked, "or should I actually drag you?"

"Oh, you can drag me. Kicking and screaming. I think you'd enjoy it. Me writhing and thrashing and hot and spent in your arms."

The princess was delighted, despite her losses, to see the dark knight swallow at that. To hear her breath hitch, a chink in the armour. Information, for the next time, perhaps. It felt like a victory, however small. Not escape, perhaps, but another rock chiselled hidden from her prison walls.

"Very unladylike," the dark knight managed.

"You should tell him," she said, and nipped the dark knight's mouth savagely. "How unladylike I am. A lost cause. Not worth keeping."

"Oh, you will always, always, be worth keeping. Of that I'm sure."

"Maybe you should work for me instead."

"Maybe I should. But not today. It is late, and the rest of us need our beauty sleep to keep up with you, my princess."

They were fighting after that.

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annelidist · 1 year ago

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a case study in hunger

#vampire the masquerade #ttrpg #yuri #f/f #straitjacket #original character #bones art

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perfctvelvet · 1 year ago

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can you do sabrina carpenter!!

Happy Fucking New Year; Sabrina Carpenter/Fem!Reader

Content: 2nd POV. Strangers, alcohol mention, semi-public (hooking-up in the bathroom of some rich person's house), making out, oral sex

No one wanted to be alone this New Years and you were no exception. The only problem was that your friend, the one who happens to the social butterfly brought you to a party where you don't know anyone here besides her. Everyone was dressed to the nines; shimmering dresses with make up to match and expensive suits. Having a friend who works in PR was an unexpected perk in her life, but having a friend who works in PR means when you're out they're always in networking mode. Coming here, to some random person's mega-mansion, was thrilling at first but the shine was beginning to dull immediately.

You had lost your friend somewhere in the fray of the fancy just less than an hour before midnight. Many people were here with partners, spouses, and lovers, and to you it seemed like you and your friend were the only single ones. You didn't let it get to you because you had her, but now she was gone. All you had was your too-small purse and a vodka soda you weren't a big fan of.

Just as the night couldn't get more painful, someone bumps into you. There was no love lost for the beverage that you spilled but now it was all over your dress. You may have been feeling alone, but your dress was the only thing you had. You got it one random day in the summer at the encouragement of your friend that she will give you a reason to wear it. You felt confident walking out of the car tonight and into the party. That was only two hours ago and oh how everything seemed to cave in.

"Fuck! I'm so, so sorry!"

This woman who bumped into you sounded sincere in her apologies. At first you thought you were being mocked, but the way she tried to wipe off your dress before it could stain seemed too real.

"I-It's okay."

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at her. Instead you were looking around you at the people who were beginning to look at the commotion. You were hoping to lock eyes with your friend so she could rescue you, but she was still nowhere to be found.

"Ugh! C'mon!"

Before you could register what was going on, you were being dragged away by the woman who ruined your dress. You were too relieved by being saved from the embarrassment to make a fuss. She lead you to one of the many guests bathroom in the house. She was bold, shutting the door behind you two and almost forcing you to sit on the counter. She grabbed one of the fancy, embroidered towels and wets it to continue her efforts to save your dress. Even though you appreciated her eagerness to fix her mistake, you can't help but be enamored and a little amused by the situation.

"It was just a vodka soda. Don't worry, it's not going to stain my dress."

It seems as if your voice is what gets to her. She slowly stops frantically wiping off the parts of your dress that is covered in vodka and looks up at you. She's stunning, so much so that you begin to lose your confidence.

"I hope I didn't take you away from whoever you cam here with." She finally puts the towel down and you get to hear her voice in a more relaxed state.

"No, no, I just came with a friend, but I lost her somewhere so I was just kind of by myself." You felt like a loser saying that out loud, but something lights up in the stranger's eyes at your confession.

"Glad I'm not the only one here feeling a little dejected."

"What do you mean?"

She points to the spot next to you, gesturing if she could sit beside you. There was plenty of space on the counter and she didn't have to ask, but you made space for her anyway.

"What was supposed to be a girls' night New Years Eve get together turned into us coming here, and just like you I have no clue where my friends with."

It wouldn't be shocking to either of them if their friends found someone gorgeous and well-off to talk to, but you were sure your friend was more concerned with making connections than the imminent countdown to the new year. You empathized with this woman, but still couldn't get over the shock that someone who looks like her was feeling the same loneliness tonight.

"I guess that's a common theme tonight. It's never really happened before so I think that's why it stings so much. I'm Y/n by the way."

"Sabrina," she sticks her hand out for you to take which you do. You two shake hands for a few seconds before breaking away. You felt like you had made a new friend tonight and you were a little proud of yourself. You were never the most sociable one in the room, so it's fitting that your main way of meeting new people is through an embarrassing moment.

"You said you came here with a friend? Just one? Are they a friend or a friend."

"Just a friend. We were roommates one year in college and I reached out to her when I moved out here to LA. She's always been primed for this kind of life, not me, so I needed her to guide me through the upsides and downs of living here."

"There are a lot of ups, like being invited to some rich ass dude's New Years Eve party. The downs would be the perpetual loneliness that seems like a requirement."

"I take it you've been in LA for years?"

"Almost two decades now. Feels like it's been a life time."

"Do you like it? I've only been here for two years and I'm still figuring out how I feel about it."

"Well, like you said, it has it's ups and downs. Some times there are more downs than ups, and vice versa. I would say right now that sitting in the bathroom of a boring party with a pretty girl who is being kind to me after I fucked up her dress is one of the ups."

You break eye contact with her to spare yourself the embarrassment. You feel a heat creep up your neck and beat you right in the face. You never learned how to take a compliment without completely crumbling. You already found Sabrina to be interesting and pretty, but now your heart was starting to beat out of your chest.

"And I hope this doesn't sound weird, but I'm kind of glad I literally ran into you. I saw you earlier in the party and I couldn't stop staring at you. I hope I don't sound like a creep."

"No, not at all! I'm just shocked to say the least."

What snapped you out of your shock was the sound of people cheering and getting rowdy outside of the bathroom. At first you feared someone was going to come in, ruining your solace. But then Sabrina checks her phone and sees that it's almost midnight.

"Two more minutes then it's 2024. I'll be honest, Y/n, I didn't expect to spend my last minutes of 2023 like this. I sort of feel like a klutz."

"Don't be sorry. Like I said my dress is fine, just a little sticky, but one wash it'll be alright."

The both of you end up getting distracted by the rowdiness outside the door. You were half tempted to get up and join them just to watch everyone ring in the New Year together, but you stay put. You notice how Sabrina isn't budging and you get the impression that she wants to stay with you in her last moments of 2023. Soon the start the countdown.

"10...9...8...7..."

In just a few seconds you feel fingers weave through yours and Sabrina grabbing your face. You let her control your body, turning your head to face her.

"6...5...4..."

It takes just seconds for your heart to flutter with an emotion you haven't felt in a long time.

"3...2...1...Happy New Year!"

Sabrina's lips meet yours on the very first syllable of "happy." For the first time in years you genuinely felt the meaning.

At first it felt innocent, just two lonely souls filling the void together, but Sabrina didn't want to pull away. She kissed you deeper, harder. The lust was radiating off of her and it was overwhelming. The last way you expected to bring in the new year was a bathroom hook-up, but surprisingly you weren't turned off to the idea. No one has ever come on this strong to you before and being in LA you were beginning to think you were a love repellant. This kiss left your breathless and starving for more. You grab onto Sabrina, unintentionally laying one hand on her breast in the process. Neither of you seemed to care as your tongues bumped against each other's. It was becoming a little sloppy, with Sabrina taking you there, but you enjoyed it. There is a hint of lemon on her tongue and you wondered why type of drinks a girl like Sabrina would drink. She was bold, yet refreshing.

Sabrina pulls away, panting and her lipstick smudged. She's looks a little messy now but she smiles regardless. She's so happy that you're receptive to her touch and that you seemed to enjoy the kiss too.

"Was that too much?" She wipes the edges of her mouth.

"I think we're beyond the point of worrying about what's too much now."

You're the one to lean in this time. You continue what Sabrina started, the blonde leaning into this time until she wraps her arms around your neck. You were at the point of no return and you wouldn't dare turn back. You wanted more; you wanted her.

"Do you think you can be quiet?" You ask her between kisses?

She hums affirmatively against your lips before you break the kiss. She moans breathlessly when your lips land on her neck. So much for being quiet because her moan fills the room. Of course the party outside still raged on as being in a whole new year put a new life into the party. The sound of the bass of the music thumped against the walls, but nothing could overtake the sound of Sabrina's sweet moans. You finally get between her legs, your knees pressed into the soft rug. She places her legs on your shoulders and you come face to face with her pussy. It didn't surprise you, but seeing her without panties made your face grow hot.

"I hope you don't mind, I left them at home," she says with a salacious tone.

You didn't mind at all, you were happy to have easier access to her wet pussy. You can't go another minute without it seeing what she tastes like. Sabrina whines when your face disappears between her legs under her dress. She pulls it up and catches the very moment your tongue meets her dripping sex. She moans so loud that she has to put her own hand over her mouth. You lick and lick and lick and somehow she's able to keep herself from screaming out in pleasure. It was like you knew her body and knew what buttons to press. She feels a rush run through her and she's on cloud nine. Never has a stranger made her so happy and feels so good. She moves her hand from her mouth and promises herself she'll be good and keep as quiet as possible. She knuckles turn white as she grips the edge of the counter.

"Oh Y/n that feels so fucking good," she whines. "I've been thinking about this all night."

The thought of someone being so turned on by you that they fantasized about it after seeing you once was astounding. You were shocked to have that power over someone, especially over someone so beautiful. You felt lucky, lucky to be invited here (the party and between Sabrina's legs). You pull away from her pussy and rub her clit.

"Did you want me so bad that you spilled a drink on me?"

Sabrina doesn't answer, just moans as she throws her head back in pleasure. You stop rubbing her clit to insert a finger into her pussy. When she feels your tongue back on her clit paired with the finger inside of her she almost cums. But she wants to savor the taste, feel this forever. She thinks she's strong enough to hold herself back, but your fingers are stronger than her will. You insert another one into her and her walls wrap warmly and tightly around the two. Your hitting the spot that makes her legs shake. Sabrina desperately wants to cry out loud, but she wouldn't dare risk getting caught and letting the moment end. She's so so close, tettering on that blissful edge. You kiss her inner thigh not once, or twice, but a few times. It makes her legs shake. She forgets about trying to hold back when she feels the 5th kiss pressed to her thigh.

She fears that you might get turned off by how hard she cums, but you enjoy it very much. She closes her eyes, bites her lip, and tosses her head back in ecstasy. A tear runs down her rosy cheek too. Her make-up is probably too fucked up for saving, but no one is going to care, so neither does she.

"Earth to Sabrina...you here with me?" You tease her. You're not sure if she likes that, but she just let you eat her out and finger, a little teasing is harmless in comparison.

She opens her eyes a few seconds later and a sweet, relaxed smile forms on her face.

"People are probably looking for us," you say to her when she finally looks down at you.

"Let them look."

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keezybees · 7 months ago

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Forbidden love~!

prints!

#horriblegirls #retro #vintage #pinup #pinup girl #horror #horror art #scarecrow #crow #lesbians #f/f #wlw #sapphic #lesbianism

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sengardet · 1 year ago

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The lithe assassin slunk up behind the patient like a panther. In a flash, her toned arm shot around the woman's slender neck. A choked gasp escaped her lips as the assassin's bicep flexed, cutting off blood flow.

Stethoscope pressed to the struggling woman's heaving chest, the false doctor drank in the erratic staccato of her heart's desperate fight for life.

The patient's mouth gaped in horror, hands clawing uselessly at the assassin's steely grip. Choked gasps mixed with the thundering pulse in the doctor's ears, sending electric shivers down her spine. She had to press her thighs together to contain her arousal.

As seconds ticked by, the woman's struggles grew weaker, limbs falling in defeat. The doctor filled the poor patient with terror as she voiced the panic in the woman's body, never removing the stethoscope. She savored every frantic lub-dub, knowing each could be the last. The assassin held firm with a cruel smile.

Finally, with a last pitiful whimper, the patient fell still. The once lively rhythm beneath the doctor's fingertips puttered and slowed until only deafening silence remained.

#dark cardiophilia #ryona #f/f #heart torture #cardiophilia #bad ending

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monstersflashlight · 1 month ago

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Vampire relief-system

A/N: Thanks a lot to @hyperionferrison for giving me this idea. Enjoy!

Vampire x fem!reader || period sex, oral sex, marking, biting, (very light) dub-con || tw: blood

It’s your third time coming to the clinic when you overheard a new vampire talking to another one: "What is with all the bloodbags?" You clench your teeth at the derogatory term the vampires use for humans.

“We do not talk about the humans like that here. If you want to work here you need to be respectful,” another voice says. You recognize her as the one who helped you through your last period, she was nice, nothing out of the ordinary, but nice enough.

“But what’s with them coming to the clinic?” The first voice asks again. “What do they want from us?”

“Didn’t you read the contract before signing or what?” The vampire sounds exasperated and it makes you want to huff. Yeah, the first one sounds like a jackass. "They'll ASK you to bite them during the worst time of the month. You get pussy and a meal all at once!" She sounded weirdly excited about it, but you couldn’t blame her, she was right.

You were almost desperate to get to the clinic this morning when you woke up in excruciating pain, already knowing the only thing that would make this endometriosis hell-scape a bit better was to be eaten out by a vampire.

You clear your throat, making both of them turn and look at you surprised. How can two vampires be so poorly self-aware having super senses surprising you. “Uh, hi. I called this morning for an appointment,” you tell them.

You try to ignore the beautiful new vampire, her black hair so long you could already imagine your hands threading through those shiny strands as she ate you out… But no. She didn’t even read the contract of the clinic! You preferred the other one. The one you already had, even if she wasn’t that good eating pussy.

“Oh, yes! I remember you. I had you last month, right?” You nod, trying really hard not to blush but probably failing. “This month you get to be her first,” she says pointing to the gorgeous vampire. Fuck. You are so fucked.

“But I…” You try to argue, but your uterus gives you a painful shock that has you clenching your teeth. “Can we do it now?” You tell her instead.

She smiles sympathetically and grabs the other vampire’s hand as she leads you two to one of the back rooms. “Okay, you have roughly an hour, but we don’t have other patients today, so you can take your time. Enjoy!”

“But what I’m supposed to do?” The gorgeous vampire asks, but the first one is already out of the door.

“You are supposed to feed from me and inject some of your venom so my pain stops,” you explain, taking off your clothes and folding them neatly in a pile.

She looks surprised. “Just that? Just feeding?” You know what she’s asking and you almost want to lie, but the tiny chance that you get to have sex with her is enough to get you talking.

“Some people like to eat me out, too, but it’s not required or anything. It’ll do with just your venom. Just… Fuck, do it already,” you plead, the pain so awful your knees turn jelly as you sit on the bed.

It’s like a switch is turned off in her brain, because in a fast movement you are laying on your back, and her body is fitting between your thighs. She gives your thigh a kiss before she sinks her fangs in your vein and starts sucking. The pain relief is instantaneous, but that doesn't stop her. She keeps sucking.

And it’s like entering another dimension completely. Your brain dissolves into your head, you barely have a single coherent thought as you scream in pleasure as she snacks on you. It might take a couple seconds, or maybe a whole hour, you lose track of time as she sucks and injects pain relief into your system.

She pulls her fangs out of your vein, her mouth red from blood and her eyes blown wide. “You taste so good, little flower. Is the pain gone?” You nod, unable to form words. “Good. Now I can taste what smells like wonder…”

You almost ask her what’s that, but a nanosecond after she’s making out with your pussy like a pro and your back is arching in response. You grab her hair to anchor yourself, making her moan against your flesh and sending all kinds of insane sparks of pleasure up your spine.

Your first orgasm catches you off guard, but the second and the third rock your world in a way that have you struggling to breathe as she feast on your pussy. She keeps telling you how good you taste, how fucking wonderful you smell and how she wishes she never has to leave the space between your legs. In other circumstances you’d be embarrassed, but as you grab onto her hair and rock your hips against her mouth, you can’t fathom embarrassment, only blinding pleasure.

You don’t know how many times she makes you come, but by the time she’s done, you are laying on the bed with a broken brain and zero pain. It’s better than anything you’ve experienced before, it’s everything all at once.

You look down at her as she licks her lips clean, smiling to herself as she looks up at you. Your eyes meet, and she lets out a soft huff, leaning down to give your pussy one last kiss.

“Your hour is up!” The vampire from before screams from outside the door.

Just like that, the bubble is broken and your brain is back in reality. You get up on shaky legs and get dressed. “Wait a second, I’m not done.” She says before grabbing you by the hair and pulling you to her, sealing your lips in the most earth-shattering kiss you’ve ever experienced. If her pussy eating skills were supreme, the way she kisses is god-worthy.

You are breathing hard when she parts, licking her lips as if searching for a hint of your taste. “I hope to see you here next month,” you tell her with a shy smile, your heartbeat crazy after the kiss.

“Is that so? And what about seeing me tomorrow for a date?” She asks back making you blush, nodding softly as she smiles predatory and plants another soft kiss against your parted lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow, little flower.”

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