#but... yeah

[lamnwar]

Love to See You Squirm // Kise Ryōta x Fem!Reader

MDNI 18+ knb kinktober entry!

A/N: first kinktober entry ever ahhh!! <333 Context: Learning that you like to be tied up might have been the best thing that ever happened to you. Warnings: Hard dom!Kise x Rope bunny! reader, bonding, pussy eating, fingering, nipple play, reader has a praise kink, use of "slut" and "whore" (affectionately)

You are, without any reasonable doubt, the most precious thing on Earth. Ryōta would die on that hill – everything from the soft purr of his name coming out of your plump lips to the plush of your body drives him crazy. How can he not be a mad man when you exist? A beautiful doll in the hold of his slender fingers, so obediently nodding at his every word, his favourite toy, undoubtedly.

He could shiver at the sight of the golden rope digging in your flesh, holding your legs spread for him, the sweet whimpering sounds coming out of your lips drawing a soft chuckle out of him.

“Doll, use your words. You know I love that pretty voice of yours.” He smiles with so much kindness, almost as if he’s not the one who’s tied you like that, a smile of pure pleasure plastered on his lips at the sight of his work of art.

“Touch me, Ryo!” you whine desperately.

It’s almost painful to sit there, splayed open, your leaking cunt on display for his golden eyes and begging for attention in a complete state of depravity. And you want to reach for him, pull him on top of you just for the solace of feeling his skin against yours – but you can’t. And you’re to blame, entirely.

It was on a random night with your boyfriend that you came to learn of something that you didn’t know about yourself. It started fairly innocent; when he had your hands tied in your back with his expensive tie – the silk soft against your skin at first till he tugged on it harder to bound you. You were immobilized, squirming under his grip while he had his way, sweet coos in your ear. “Ah, ah... be good and take it.” “Here you go, such an obedient slut...” And boy, you never came so hard in your life. It was then that it became evident that you liked to be tied up and when that knowledge came upon Ryōta’s mind, it wasn’t long till he learned how to bond you.

He’s always been a fast learner, anyway. It’s not much of a surprise that he knows how to tie you in the best quality rope, cutting the circulation where it should, splaying you wide open for his own enjoyment, restraining your moves so you squirm desperately under his ministration.

“Shit babe, look at you...” his voice is soft against your skin, a teasing finger tracing your quivering lips. “You’re really losing your mind here, aren’t you?”

He chuckles, fingers trailing down your throat, your clavicles, and finding the rope tied between your breasts – pushing them out, making them awfully sensitive. Your skin is on fire, even more when he reaches your hardened nipples. What a curious thing, he ponders, flicking over your swollen buds as if your body is an experiment and he is the scientist. He touches, teases and observes.

Ah, what a sweet sound you make when he pinches your nipple. It’s even cute, the way you squirm, but fail to move as you truly wish. It’s more like a failed attempt at pushing your chest into his malicious hands, than anything else.

Pathetic, that you are at every tug on your sensitive buds, the high-pitched expression of your desperation being the kind of entertainment he can’t get enough of.

And the minute his hand reaches lower, closer to your aching cunt, all you can do is beg.

“Ryō, please! Need to feel you...”

“Yeah? My pussy has been quite neglected, hasn’t it?” he coos, giving you a mere surface touch. But it is well enough for him to understand the extent of your need.

He’s surprised himself at the sight of his slick-covered digits – he’s barely touched you, and you’re already dripping. That fact itself makes him elated, coming to kiss you urgently. You’re surprised – it’s not like him to indulge in a kiss like that. But you aren’t one to complain, not when you can finally feel him. His soft tongue against yours, ecstasy peppered on your taste buds. You whine – you can’t touch him, but you want to. You want to run your fingers in his soft blond locks, pulling him closer so he can engulf you entirely. You can cry when he pulls away, the lost of contact making your soul ache. He’s right here, yet you miss him so much.

“Shit... look how easily I can slide in!” he laughs, happy at how you take his finger so suddenly.

He’s not one to give you a warning, anyways. You don’t know whether to cry from how good it feels to finally feel him in your cunt, or from that unsufferable need for more. More, more, more!

You feel insane, like a beast in heat. All you can do is twist and writhe, your hands tied in your back holding the sheets for dear life as he continues to push his fingers in and out of your sweet cave.

“You were made to take my fingers, aren’t you?”

You nod, unable to deny what is certainly a truth. The way your walls cling to his digits, inviting them in so warmly is a testament of his words.

“Such a good slut f’me...” He mutters, leaving a kiss on your thigh, right next to where the rope digs in your flesh. You buck your hips forward, a silent demand for his mouth on you.

His golden eyes glimmer between your legs, almost as if he’s read your mind. Maybe he did, what would you know? At this point, you don’t care much about things that made sense. That unquenchable thirst for Ryōta is in itself proof of your insanity. Can one be so much in need for a man? And he reads right through you. Something about the sight of you like that – that thin layer of sweat on your skin from all your squirming, the scent of your drench pussy so close to his face, the red tint in your skin contrasting with the gold of the rope. Your eyes are pleading, but you know he won’t indulge you unless you speak up. But it’s hard! Oh, so hard to utter any word in the state you’re in.

“Ask for it” you hear his voice from above you, the loss of his touch making you feel empty.

He’s so pretty, hovering your body like that; yet, so intimidating you can’t help to surrender. You are so defenceless, anyway. All of your thoughts busy with him – his fingers, his lips, his tongue. Oh, do you crave him, so bad.

“Can you eat me up, please?” you ask in a meek voice.

It’s cute, frankly. He softly laughs, a gentle hand cradling your face like he’s handling crystal. Your doe eyes scan his face in search of his intention, praying with all your soul that he’ll fold.

“Ah, pretty... you’re so good, aren’t you?” He sighs, settling back between your legs. He hums, the sweet perfume of your nectar sending him on a cloud. “All polite and cute. Look at this, how can I not feast on that pussy, hm?”

His words are punctuated to a teasing flick of his tongue on your swollen clitoris, the simple action making you shiver. You’re so sensitive that you could cry, and nothing could make the handsome blond happier. And when he finally gives your leaking folds a languid lick, you could pass out on the spot. The song of your moans vibrates in your bedroom while your boyfriend makes out with your cunt. His tongue moves graciously, dancing on the sensitive surface of your core – a sharp contrast with the not-so-gracious way you squirm at his actions. He chuckles, soothing voice resonating against your seeping hole.

“Shh... be good. You want me to continue, right? Can’t keep me away from that sweet pussy...”

He hums, your delectable nectar dripping on his tongue. He can do this all the day, frankly. Hell, if you weren’t restrained, you might have found yourself having to physically pull him away from his well-earned place between your thighs. But you can’t; all you can do is let out lewd sounds – proof of your pleasure.

“Taste so fucking good... shit.”

He sighs dramatically, the shadow of a groan hiding at the back of his throat. Eating you out like that, seeing you wide open for him, the sight of your gorgeous cunt... all of it making him painfully hard. He curses himself when he realises that he’s been unconsciously grinding against the bed sheets, not wanting to let you know that despite his seemingly calm, he is probably just as desperate as you. The need to fill your pussy with his hard cock intoxicates him, and he channels his frustrations with all the flicks and licks of his wet tongue against your heat.

You shudder, your orgasm pending. It builds in the depth of your stomach, muscles of your pelvis contracting while you cry for some release. It doesn’t help when he dips his tongue in your hole, walls clenching around the wet muscles like they were trying to keep it captive.

“Gonna come, hm? That’s a good whore, make a mess on my face.”

You barely get to process his crude paroles that you find yourself under the assault of your orgasm. You move, shake desperately, in a pathetic attempt to control your bonded body. Your moans become whines, and whines become cries when you finally snap.

“Ryōta!” you cry, unable to even recognise your own voice at the moment.

Your juices coating the rope that wraps in your inner thighs, and your tears of pleasure mixing with your sweat – fuck, how he wishes to eat you whole, let the salt on your skin linger on his tongue eternally. He holds your thighs, restraining you squirms as you navigate through your high, covering his face in your honey. He laps at all that you give him – a blessing really, if you ask him.

“You did so good, so good...” he whispers in your ear, peppering your neck with soft kisses.

He’s so delicate, so loving, and you just can’t understand why. And yet, he doesn’t question a thing.

Without any reasonable doubt, Ryōta Kise believes that you are the most precious thing to ever exist.

[blitzwhore]

Uhhh *looks at wordcount* *sweats* h-how do people generally feel about ~20k-long chapters?

[hood-ex]

The desire to correct some information about Jason but knowing that if I do, it will just give fanon Jason stans misleading ammunition to try and prove their characterization of him as valid.

[partlysmith]

Dangan Ronpa is Knives Out if it was written by Vivziepop

[sinnerghvst]

what if the day johnny was kia... what if that day was simon's birthday? what if simon never really cared about celebrating the day he was born (he hated it, to be honest. he always thought he should've never been born at all - can we blame him, after all he's been through?)? that's until he met johnny. johnny, who's made him feel special on his birtbdays just like on every other day of the years that have passed, 'cause having him as a life partner was enough to simon to feel like he was god's favourite child (for once).

now johnny's dead, though, and he died on the day simon was born; the day simon learned not to hate but to love instead; the day simon will begin to hate again, harder than he used to, 'cause that day took johnny from him and now he's miserable again

[wellofdean]

Ok. Many apologies for this, but if I never read the words "gummy smile" again for the rest of my life it will be too soon. It's just so gross?

Fucking ew. Just saying. I can't unimagine it. Like. 🤢

[dontvap0rdawave]

I really love your pink and blue comic

(just finished watched poketom dubbed it)

But I have a question a few questions

Is the comic going to continue?

When is the next chapter/pages

Love your artwork keep up

First off, thanks for enjoying it! Poketom did a great job dubbing it (specially as time went on) and, as I've said previous times, you should support and be nice to him, he's a genuinely nice guy!

Second, and something I need to leave clear on here too (not just my DA), the comic is on hold for now as I:

1- Manage my college time, and soon enough my working time as well, not only because I am having more responsabilities and not a lot of free time now, nut because I also am starting to care for the story 15 yo me was trying to write as I am now properly scripting pages, revamping character redesigns, and all of that. And

2- Have been getting so overwhelmed by people asking me to continue it almost every. single. day, that I´ve honestly just decided to focus on new proyects that come up and giving this one a rest for now. That and I also want to be recognized as more than "That cringy OC JSaB comic" woman and not be harassed by it (fair, it's not as bad as before, but it's still tiring considering everything going around in my life/country).

[girzapata6]

/sigh

[galahadenough]

I may have gone a bit insane but I finished organizing my ao3 bookmarks in a spreadsheet? 🎉

[421ima]

[ruffboijuliaburnsides]

y’know, the moment there was a comic announced where jessica drew. JESSICA DREW. was pregnant and having a kid. and it was super clear that this was not going to be a story exploring why she WAS NOT INTERESTED in having a kid.

and that’s when I lost interest in Marvel comics.

The moment you dump Jess Drew’s backstory, as the lab-created child of essentially-nazis, who had serious issues with shit like. breeding and eugenics and the trauma she has being the product of that shit, and you’re not GRAPPLING with all of that? Like I don’t care if she has a kid, but you have to at least let her come to terms with the shit surrounding her birth and parentage before you force her to carry to term???

This is also the reason across the spiderverse!Jess will never actually be Jessica Drew to me. Because when you take a character whose defining backstory characteristic is “her biological parents were eugenicist nazis” and “she’s naturally blonde and dyes her hair black bc she hates that whole aryan bullshit” and you rewrite her to be a black woman? That’s uh. That’s a different character. The same way Cass Cain in the Birds of Prey movie is a great character but is NOT Cass Cain from the comics. Like. Why’d you use that name. That’s not the character.

So yeah. IDK I’m just. Frustrated. And I miss my girl. And this is not my girl.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

. . . . . ANTIPHON .

[The Legend of Zelda - Ocarina of Time, Gen Fic, PoV Gerudo OC, Sheik/Zelda, CW Past Toxic Relationship, CW Occupation, CW Post War. 7733 words]

The King of Evil has been sealed away; the entire kingdom rejoices under the guidance of a lonely princess. As the gerudos reckon with the sacrifices needed to ensure their future, Saeruk —once a demon's favorite— faces herself. Their past, her choices. The ashes left in their wake.

[read on Ao3]

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This is the final part of the Unhallowed Vespers trilogy. Litany of Betrayal is part one: Descant of Greatness part two.

I absolutely did not plan for these stories to take over my brain for the past ten months, but they did, and now here we are!! Thank you so very much for following this extremely unplanned project to its bittersweet conclusion. ;;

Special thanks to @nemographe, @anowan2arobases, Isthun and Florence R. for the beta reading!!! <3

[trubbishrubbish]

[kirbyddd]

[1o1percentmilk]

the joseph backstory that's been bouncing around in my head for a while now