#it is not even good but it feels so nice to finally be able to draw again

[heartyluv]

Note: —Click here— to see the original request! Am I ovulating? Yes, yes I am LOLLL. Thank you so, so much for the kind words, pretty 🥹!! I’m sorry this took me a little bit to get to, but I hope you like it! Sylus would actually cure me right now, btw.

Creds to @/sisterlucifergraphics for the dividers!

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1.9K

Sylus/Reader - Ovulating

Today has been nothing short of absolutely fucking difficult. While your boyfriend has been busy since the warm sun rose, you’ve been trying to get him to notice how badly you needed him to fuck your brains out.

And it was all because you were ovulating.

Of course, you wanted to sleep with that man at any given opportunity you had, but when you were like this? You didn’t want to do anything but lay flat on your back, your sides, or with your ass arched in the air as he pumped you full of his cum.

It’s like you needed him to breed you, and it drove you insane that it wasn’t your current reality at the moment.

Typically when you got this insatiable, Sylus was more than willing to fulfill your filthy desires. But he’s been terribly busy for a man who’s supposed to be enjoying a day off.

You first felt the ache when you woke up to see him already gone as you stirred beneath the silk black sheets. It was like your pussy could feel his absence just as much as your eyes could see it.

The dilemma in your panties only got worse when you found him on the phone in nothing but his black underwear that made you jealous of them for being able to touch his cock like you wished you were doing. He was the embodiment of perfection, calmly making demands into the expensive device in his hand. Your kisses down his shoulders and back didn’t deter Sylus as he told the man responsible for his ports on the other end of the line to be prepared for the shipments he was setting up.

Not even the brief heated makeout session you had against the counter while you caressed his hard body, was enough to show him how much you were aching. He simply pressed a far more gentle kiss to your lips before he whispered “good morning, sweetie” and went about his day.

You tried your luck again when he was in his office in the early afternoon. When you saw that he was still on the phone, you wanted so badly to toss it at the wall and watch it crumble to pieces before you pulled his cock out and bounced on him as he praised you for doing it.

You felt like a cavewoman. It got that serious for you.

He was discussing something that held no importance to your lust-filled brain when you tried kissing down his neck. Your hand cascaded down his chest, then his abdomen before you palmed him through the silk pajama pants he threw on earlier. You saw the way he looked at you in the corner of his eye, a smirk sporting on his lips when he paused his conversation briefly. In that moment, you thought—no you knew—you had him.

He was finally about to bend you over his desk, pull your shorts down, and your panties to the side.

But what did he do instead? He resumed to converse about money, ammunition, dates, and meetings like you weren’t on the verge of tears beside him. You were livid, huffing out the most agitated breath of a lifetime before storming out of the office and flopping down on the couch in the living room.

You tried to distract yourself with TV, mindlessly pressing the button that allowed you to scroll through lists of things you didn’t even want to bother yourself with. But then you felt a pleasure that—while it wasn’t what you wanted—felt so damn good.

At some point, your panties began to dig in between your pussy lips. When you shifted your hips a certain way and they’d grind against your clit just right? You couldn’t stop yourself from exploring more of that pleasure.

You could’ve easily went upstairs and touched yourself, got your pussy nice and wet as you brought the slick that gathered up to your hard clit to grant yourself some relief. But one thing Sylus taught you? Never settle.

And pleasing yourself with your slender digits would never fulfill you the way his fingers or his cock could. But with the position you were currently in, you’d be damned if you don’t take advantage of it.

You didn’t move from where you sat so that the friction stayed right where you needed. Bracing your hands behind you flat on the couch cushion, you began to hump against the cotton with vigor. Moans spilled out of you uncontrollably and you were in no mood to try and contain them. You wanted him to hear you, to know what he was missing.

“Fuck…mm..” you whined as you quickly felt your orgasm already approaching. You were so sensitive and incredibly needy that you nearly weeped. Your toes were curling in your efforts with your bottom lip being pulled by your teeth. And just as you were getting ready to come, your eyes fluttered open to see Sylus leaning against the doorframe of his now open office door.

Him startling you did stop your movements, but the need only grew. Your chest rose and fell in unison with the throbbing in your undoubtedly soaked panties.

“Please,” he smirked, tilting his head. “Don’t let me stop you.”

“Sylus…” you whimpered, your back arching like your body is gravitating toward him. “I need you. I need you so bad..”

“Ah.” His red eyes scanned down your body before returning to your flushed face. “Is that what you wanted all along?”

“You know that’s what I wanted!” you exclaim with irritation.

“I am a man capable of many, many things. But unfortunately, mind reading is not on the list of my abilities, kitten.”

He begins to approach you, your hungry cunt clenching tirelessly when the mix of his expensive cologne and natural pheromones fills your nostrils. “If you wanted me to fuck you, it would’ve been in your best interest to use your words.”

“That’s not even fair!” you mewl shakily like a cat in heat when he caresses your jaw.

“Life isn’t fair but when I came into yours, I told you that whatever you needed from me, you tell me. Did I not?”

“You did.”

“So tell me again what it is that you need. Perhaps if you ask politely I’ll give it to you.”

“I need you to fuck me, Sy…Please, I need your cock so much it hurts…”

“I know you do.” He brings you to your feet when you place your palm in his outstretched hand. “It’s an insult to that pretty pussy of yours to think that she would be pleased with pitiful fabric.”

Like you’ve been given oxygen, you inhale sharply as he kisses down your neck. “You’re going to take what you want from me and I want you to remember this edacious hunger in between your legs the next time you think actions speak louder than words.”

You paw at him like what he said went in one ear and out the other. In truth, you’re just unable to answer, but he knows you heard. You almost beg again when he pulls away, but to see him at your disposal when he sits on the couch with his legs spread wide, makes your spring into action.

Tugging your panties and shorts off, you eye the bulge that’s grown beneath the dark colored material of his pants. Stepping out of the small bunch, you climb into his lap and your hands are ravenous as they pull roughly on the silver-white strands of his soft hair. Sylus groans beneath you and smirks knowingly into your avid kisses.

You inhale him selfishly like you need to have his scent all over and in you.

Your pussy grinds against the soft silk, heat burning within you as the heaviness of his cock that you’re growing more and more crazy for, teases you with what you could have if you just took him out.

That’s exactly what you do next, becoming frustrated with how long you feel it’s taking the more you tug on his waistband.

“Help me,” you whine. “Take them off.”

“Good job, sweetie,” he coos. “You’ve always known how to learn fairly quickly.” He’s teasing you, but the lowered tone of his voice and the way he breathes deeply, tells you he’s just as needy as you are.

When your boyfriend gets his cock out, the last thing you want to do right now is stroke it or admire it like you typically do. Instead, you put yourself back right where you were before you gave him room to free himself and begged him to put it in.

Tears pooled in your eyes when his tip first pushed inside. Your breath fanned across his face the more bated it became as you sank down to feel every hard and veiny inch inside your tight walls.

He felt so good that you didn’t even want to move.

“Don’t stop now,” he kissed your nose and then the tear that rolled down your cheek. “Make us come, kitten. Show me how badly you needed me.”

You squeeze his cock tighter, giving yourself leverage by holding onto the back of his neck. Grinding is always your favorite when you’re on top, so you do it slowly to savor the feeling. His large hands hold onto your waist with every fluid motion and it fills your body with so much love.

When you begin to make your hips rise and fall, Sylus meets you in your movements by thrusting upwards to hit deeply where you’ve been craving him.

“Sy…You feel so good inside me..”

He kisses your shoulder when you press closer him. “My cum will make it even better,” he chuckles breathlessly through a groan.

The way your tightness clings to him and the way he fulfills you always makes you feel like you were puzzle pieces created for one another.

You hold onto him like he’ll disappear the moment you let go as you fuck him on the large couch. Both of you are moaning, grunting, and panting into each other’s ear, no words needed as you chase the high you’ve been pleading for.

His cock pleases you effortlessly with every stroke inside of your heat. You can feel every twitch and addition of precum that’s added to the mix of fluids being pumped inside of your cunt.

You were already on the verge of an orgasm before he got here, so you hope he’s just as close as you are.

“I’m about to c-come,” you tell him, nearly drooling.

“Good,” he grunts. “I’ve been waiting for you, sweetie.”

Knowing that he was ready to come already before you were and has been holding it, makes you double in your efforts. With your clit being stimulated by the small amount of pressure against his pelvis, your movements abruptly stop as your body jolts from your orgasm rocking your body.

Sylus needs only to trust up into you three more times before he’s spilling his load deep into your pussy. Your walls keep clenching around him in an effort to make sure you recieve every drop of him.

Coming back to your senses, it’s like you feel human again after he gave you what you wanted.

“I apologize for my outburst.” You can’t help but laugh when you rest your forehead on your shoulder.

“No need to say sorry,” he assures, rubbing down your back. “I enjoy you like this.”

You purse your lips when you pull back to look into his hooded eyes and that know-it-all smirk. With a kiss to the corner of his mouth and still feeling him inside of you, you shake your head.

“I bet you do.”

[powderpuff-divines]

pick a pile: when love finds you again, how do you wish to be held by it?

what kind of love does your heart yearn for? pick a pile to find out! this is a general reading so not everything may apply to you. only take what resonates and leave the rest. please excuse any grammatical errors or typos. happy reading!!

pile 1 ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

(TW: mentions of bullying, please exercise your own discretion.) seven of wands, queen of swords rev, nine of swords

oh pile one, when love finds you, you'll hiss at its hand the way a stray cat does when someone finally shows it some kindness after experiencing years of living alone on the streets.

people have been cruel to you by way of words and there are still cuts on your soul from that. i'm hearing death by a thousand cuts by taylor swift in my head, more specifically the line 'papercut stings from my paper thin plans.' maybe you made plans with loved ones (friends, family, lovers), went out of your way to do nice things for them and truly treasured them, but then had the gut-wrenching realization that it was not mutual. they could have mocked you for being so sensitive and taking things too seriously. ("oh that? don't tell me you actually thought i was being serious?"). some of you may have been victims of bullying in the past.

so when true, unconditional and kind love finds you, you will not be able to stomach it.

there's a deep level of mistrust and anxiety towards words of sweetness coming from anyone. but when love finds you again, you want do still want its words to be honeyed but true; not a coating of sugar covering rancid intentions.

you could still be beating yourself up for being swayed by other people's words and charms very easily in the past. please stop that. you cannot bully yourself into being better and being stronger. you live and you learn. you cannot be cruel to yourself for falling prey people who were actively trying to mislead you/ cause harm.

when love finds you again, you want its words, true and honest, to wrap you up and hold you in its warmth. to not need to worry about whether it's a ploy to get your trust only to break it again. you want a love so kind that it erases the pain from your past.

pile 2 ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

five of pentacles, seven of wands, knight of pentacles

someone dear to you could have betrayed your trust when it comes to money/finances/assets. for some of you, you do not even wish to acknowledge it or talk about it. 'it happened, i lived. it was miserable but i lived, and i'll never let that happen to me again.' is the type of energy i get from this pile. you could think that there's no point crying over spilled milk.

but that betrayal cut deep. so when love finds you again, you want someone who'll stand right by your side, especially if you go through a tough period like that again (some of you could have even been homeless for a while.)

the people who chose this pile do not necessarily want a flashy kind of love, with dates at the trendiest of places or elaborate gifts/ trips every month. you really want is someone to rely on, a shoulder to lean and cry on and someone who doesn't stab you in the back.

the type of scenario i'm seeing is someone having a breakdown in their dining room trying to balance their checkbook, but your person comes without you even calling for them, squeezes your shoulder, sits down next to you and starts helping you with it.

i feel like there's an emphasis on helping you with it rather than just doing it for you. you could be a very independent person, or maybe you just don't trust someone else to handle things for you again. you want a partner in the literal sense of the word.

(some of you could be thinking 'even if it's someone who doesn't contribute to helping me get back to a good place, i just want someone who won't make it worse. otherwise, i might as well just be alone, right?' and i just want to tell you that please hope for more. you deserve to be loved and taken care of. someone not harming you is just the barest of bare minimum. expect more from your loved ones)

what you really what is someone who'll tell you to hold your head high, put their reassuring hand to your back and guide you. they'll do the scut work with you, they'll make it easier for you to go through the murky waters and not complain about it.

i have a feeling that if someone like that were to actually appear, you would just stare at them for a few moments-- shocked and emotional, but grateful that you get to experience a love like this.

when love finds you again, you wish for it to be steady and unwavering, to hold your hand tight and not let go even once even as it knows that difficult times are ahead. to silently hold an umbrella over your head as it begins raining. to be as comforting as hot cocoa on a cold day. to stay. you want love to be loyal, kind and to stay.

pile 3 ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

(TW: mentions of sexual content. please exercise your own discretion.) ten of cups, page of swords, ten of swords

you want to find the love you've been dreaming of, to get your happy ending, to find the one. you're sick of meeting people who aren't your forever person.

you, out of all three piles, dream of domestic bliss the most. a happy home, a happy family with pets and/or kids. but with the way things have been going, you've become mentally resistant to this dream after so many failed tries and ,if you're aware of it, you hate that. because you never wants to be the type of person who doesn't like love or runs away from love, not after you've spent so long yearning for it.

this could be the pile that daydreams about a soft and romantic love.

the type of love where you're in the kitchen, baking something, and your partner comes behind you, wraps their arms around your waist and kisses your neck as they mutter something that makes your heart skip a beat.

you want someone who won't shut down your ideas, and wants to do fun (and tbh chaotic) stuff with you. you want to go on adventures with this person. (like the way the old couple from Up did when they were young.)

and also really good sex where by the end of it, you're exhausted and completely sated; after which, you lie in your lover's embrace, mindlessly drawing patterns on their skin (they could also do the same for you) with some pillowtalk.

you could also really want to travel to other places with this person and make a lot of memories.

when love finds you again, you wish for it to be in the form of a person in whom you see home. a home for your love, for your joy and smiles. a home that will accept all of it, nurture it and multiply it tenfold. whether it be now, a year later or even decades down the line, you wish to be held in its loving embrace. one could even say you wish to be held by it throughout the ages. you want a love that will transmute the bad days into something easier; a love that will stay forever soft and young as you and your lover grow old and develop wrinkles on your faces (from laughing and having so much joy in your lives.)

i recently decided to join tumblr and was surprised when i discovered that there was a pac community here. it's been super fun going through all the readings here so i thought maybe it would be fun to dip my own toe into it. i had a ton of fun editing the images and this post!! tumblr's so cool. i hope the reading resonated at least a little bit and it was fun to read!

[tumbleofwires]

This is oddly validating, not because I'm experiencing menopause, but because I feel super weird sometimes after unmasking last year. I didn't even realize I was doing it, I just kind of did it more and more as I learned about neurodivergence and how other neurodivergent people acted. It wasn't a conscious change, and I accidentally stopped doing a lot of the people-pleasing habits I learned in my youth. I did that, I think, because I finally learned to accept myself. I finally understood my 'weirdness,' as other people called it when I was growing up (thanks guys). And while I think that's largely a good thing, sometimes it would be nice to be able to draw upon those social/people skills just as easily as I could before in certain social situations, and I'm just like "what, no, how do I go back—" But we're working on it. Building up our social confidence from the ground up this time, not just out of survival. So that's largely good, too. I also vocal stim a lot more, and it makes sense as to why I do it. A lot of things make sense, and I like it, and it's good. And I can recognize neurodivergent behaviour in other people now, and I like that, and it's good.

Also good advice for when I do eventually go through menopause, along with a healthy dose of self and others acceptance. Thank you.

Just so you younger ADHD people know this, it's pretty accepted that the hormone shifts associated with menopause exacerbate ADHD. Looks like a lot of uterus-havers realize or get diagnosed then, because the coping skills they'd developed stop being enough. My memory is much worse than it used to be, and it's really upsetting, but we're all working to help me find coping skills. It'd be nice if we lived in a society where this didn't blindside quite so many people.

On the other hand, when I'm reasonably content I now vocal stim way more, which is silly and wouldn't fly in some households, but I think it's kinda fun.

[nickynclark]

Your Protector

Been rewatching You, and couldn’t help but think of a Simon “Ghost” Riley-Joe Goldberg

Word Count: 726

Warnings: SMUT (18+), CNC, brief mention of violence, somnophillia, oral (F! receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap the willy dont be silly), forced breeding.

Authors note: i wrote this super fast while laying in bed, it’s unedited and all around not my best work, but wanted to post it for you guys:)

MDNI BELOW THE CUT

You have nothing to be scared of, lovie, Simon did all of this for You. He did it to protect You, You didn’t know just how much trouble You had gotten yourself into.

Like that stupid ex-boyfriend of yours, getting rid of him made You blossom. It doesn’t matter that Simon had lured him down into his basement, and locked him away to keep him far from You. That’s okay, it was so he can take care of You.

You should have heard how he talked about You, little dove, and You would be grateful that Simon did what he did. You should have heard the disgusting way that your so-called boyfriend perceived You. Simon hadn’t intended to kill him, but the second he started calling you those words, saying You were a slut and all You want is to fuck around. Your, now ex, boyfriend dug himself a nice deep hole for Simon to throw him down. He had to, considering Simon had sworn to protect You, and your name, whether you’re there to see it or not.

He had to kill him, for You! So You could see how dedicated Simon was to You! And it worked! You came straight to Simon after that sicko was out of your life.

And God was it something. It was everything he had hoped and wished for.

The sex was a whole other story.

Waking up to his balaclava discarded and his face buried between your thighs, he doesn’t need morning coffee when he has You. Your hands buried in his short blond hair, your head tossed back while Simon works his tongue over your clit leisurely. He eats You out for hours, asking for nothing in return. Just him and his favorite meal, licking long strips while he sinks two fingers into your sopping cunt, slowly curling them into that sweet spot buried inside of you while he sucks your clit into his mouth. He has You screaming before he even gets his dick out.

When he finally does fuck You, though, it’s out of this world.

He’ll edge You over and over again on his tongue, then he’ll slowly kiss up your stomach, leaving you mewling for more. He’d make slow work of discarding his tight, black top and his flannel pajama bottoms before his lips meet yours and You taste yourself on his tongue. His mouth moves leisurely against yours, and it’s sloppy while he drags his hard cock through your folds.

“Lookin’ so pretty for me,” he says, dragging his nose up your jawline, “I’d do anythin’ for ya, my little dove.”

You couldn’t do anything but moan as he lined his cock up to your slick cunt, and as he slowly pushed into You, he mumbled about how no one else deserves You, that he’ll protect You from anything or anyone.

You swear he said something about your ex, but the way he sinks into You makes You forget it.

He pounds into you with a fever, your arms wrapped around his neck while he sucks hickies onto your skin, big, deep purple marks that You know You won’t be able to cover with makeup.

That’s just how Simon likes it.

He’ll throw you around like you’re nothing, suddenly flipping You onto your stomach, forcing your hips up as he fills you to the brim, leaving You mewling and reaching back for his hands.

He’ll lace his fingers through yours, grounding You while he bullies that gummy spot deep inside You with his bulbous tip, he’ll tell You how good you feel, how You were made for him, how he’ll take real good care of You.

You cum quick, your walls fluttering around him, face bright read from exhaustion and blush from the way Simon compliments your body while he uses it.

He’s not far behind, asking You if you're on birth control, and when You shake your head and beg him to pull out, he sends one more hard thrust, completely sheathing his cock inside you, making sure that his seed takes.

You’re his, dovie, and he assures You that You will look perfect barefoot and pregnant with his kid.

It doesn't matter that you don't know how he got into your apartment in the first place

[lostcatinthedark]

Jimin is finally back. I've felt so much joy and relief seeing him yesterday. First of all, I'm grateful to all the fans who showed their love and worked on the many projects for his discharge. Even doing last minute changes to ensure he saw them despite the obstacles, that really moved me. Everything was handled with so much care and beauty, and I loved seeing the trucks and all the people singing along to his music. I don't think an artist could wish for better fans.

Second, I'm glad that the military era is over. I think it's always important to remember that everyone handles situations differently, and overall a forced conscription is nothing to glamorize. With that said, I'm so grateful that Jimin's personality allowed him to not just endure but also excel in everything he did. The Ace, but we've always known that, he's just very humble and a very grounded person, but his resilience and leading qualities are nothing to joke about. Hearing him talk on his live yesterday showed an upgraded version of him, I don't know if anyone else felt it, his confidence and charm were so apparent to me. And yet he always has space to uplift others and be mindful. He's just as amazing as I remembered and even better. It's always nice to see him without the lens that some fans want to project on him, I feel like his real self is now more clear than ever and no fandom narrative will be able to erase his own words and actions. There's no way to deny it now. It was also nice seeing him and Jk in a more calm environment even if they were shy, it also made me remember the amazing influence that Jimin is for Jk, he really brings the best out of people. I know I'm kinda harsh with some members, but they piss me off sometimes. However, none of that invalidates their friendship and overall relationship as BTS, and I'm so grateful that they could rely on each other for these 1.5 years. I'm also happy that both of them seem to have had good people around them at their unit. I really feel like this has been a chapter full of lessons and good memories.

And last, he looks as cutieful as ever, he really looks so healthy, so young and beautiful. Now, we still have the rest of Festa to see what they've planned with the members and whatever it is that he will do in this new chapter. And as always I'm excited to check it out!

[edwardhartenjoyer]

Making Them Jealous By Accident - Jabberwock

You didn't realize you weren't giving your loving boyfriend enough attention but when he starts to complain about you spending time with someone else it dawns on you. You better make sure to assure him he's the only one for you.

Sinostra | Frostheim | Jabberwock | Hotarubi | Obscuary | Mortkraken | Vagastrom

Towa Otonashi

Towa is an easy one to make jealous, really the only person that wouldn't bother him would be Haru

However, Towa hates it the most when you come to spend time with Ren

Why are you with wolfsbane when you should be spending time eating flowers with your boyfriend?!

Whenever this happens storm clouds fill the air pretty quickly

Good days, you can talk Towa down with promises of hanging out beneath your tree together late at night and watching the sunrise and he'll cheer up right away

On days when he feels a bit too left out, he'll pout and cling to you tightly

You better make sure to give him lots of affection to let him know you still love him deeply, even if you are friends with some of the people he hates

Towa feeds off your affection, afterall you're soulmates, so make sure you always remind him of how much you do love him and he'll be a bit more agreeable when it comes to the unfortunate first year

Haru Sagara

Haru is generally the buisier one in the relationship, so he would be hard to get to stand still long enough to notice you were giving a bit too much attention to some other guy

However, in his rushing around Jabberwock he hears the sounds of you laughing and goes to investigate

He finds you sitting in one of the fields with Towa, laughing softly as the free spirit places a flower crown on your head

He feels the pang of jealousy in his chest

He'd love for that to be you and him, and of course your shared fluffy son, sitting in the fields with maybe a picnic basket and just enjoying a nice time off

But he's far too busy for that

He won't really admit to his feelings, so it's up to you to notice that he seems a bit off and after pressing enough times he'll admit to feeling a bit jealous about not being able to just hangout like that with you

You make it your mission to get enough done to allow Haru a day off, somehow wrangling in the other two house members to help out through whatever means necessary

When you do surprise Haru with his picnic off he's showering you in praise and adoration for days afterwards

Ren Shiranami

How could you possibly like spending time with that clown over him?!

Very judgy and jealous when he comes downstairs one day to complain about the noise and sees you there laughing with Haru as you feed some kind of animal that's snuggled up in your arms

He's briefly distracted by how cute you look all carefree like that before snapping back to his annoyance

You're supposed to be his girlfriend, how dare you take that clown's side!

He'll storm back upstairs and you won't see him again until you seek him out, promised chores done for the day

You find him sulking in his bed staring at him phone

"Ren? I'm done helping out now if you want to watch that movie you keep telling me about."

"What, don't want to keep hanging off that clown?"

"You can't seriously be jealous of him?" You tease

He blushed and sunk further against his bed in an attempt to hide

Tease him enough and he'll snap that, fine, yes he was jealous that you'd rather be with that clown than him

Assure him you were there to help because Haru's a friend and it gave a good reason to just pop by unannounced to try and surprise your boyfriend

He'll perk up a bit at that and finally begrudgingly agree to watch that movie with you

Be sure to cuddle him throughout, he might protest but he seriously loves it and likes the comfirmation that you do prefer being with someone like him

[kyokeiii]

could u do keigo getting pegged by reader please !

what makes it work. hawks / gn!reader with a strap-on. bottom!hawks. smut.

“i don’t like this,” keigo takami says, which is his third lie of the night.

the first was when you’d brought up the subject of fucking him in the first place. he’d blinked at you, his face a carefully veiled mask, and said, “i’ve never done it before”—possibly the most blatant mistruth of the bunch.

it’s true to an extent that he’s never had another human being inside of him before, but to pretend that his hole was entirely unexplored territory...well. even keigo would balk at the prospect of hiding the truth from you had you questioned him further.

but you hadn’t, which he silently thanked the heavens for. because if you had, he’d crumble and end up admitting that more nights than not, stroking his cock simply wasn’t enough to drive him over the edge anymore. without at least two fingers stuffed in his ass, massaging his prostate as he strips his dick with his other hand, he can’t cum shaking and whimpering until his voice goes ragged, and then what’s the point?

jerking off used to be habitual for him, simply a quick and easy outlet to let off steam before crashing into bed at the end of the night. you may or may not be the reason it’d become so much more.

his second lie was when you slid your index finger, slick with lube, past his entrance for the first time and asked if it felt good. he’d been lying on his belly with his knees bent slightly under him, lifting his ass into the air, and at this angle you couldn’t see the look on his face as he replied, “n-no...feels weird.”

if you’d been able to watch the way his tongue lolled out of his mouth, drool leaking from his lips, and see his eyes flutter as his lips formed the shapes of silent curses, you wouldn’t have paused your ministrations the way you did, and he wouldn’t have let that sinful whine slip out at the loss of stimulation. the most honest thing he’d done so far. and, of course, you couldn’t let his fib go unpunished, could you?

you decide to tie him up.

“i don’t like this,” keigo repeats—lie number four. he’s on his back now, one of his silk ties from the finely pressed suits he dons each morning for work wrapped around his wrists and binding them to the headboard. he’s naked, bucking against the constraints, but his body says what his mouth refuses to admit: his cock, throbbing and leaking against his belly, tells you all you need to know.

you smirk as you affix the buckles of the strap-on’s harness around your hips, watching keigo’s eyes drop to the shape of the seven-inch dildo you’d picked out especially for him, the pink silicone glossy with lubricant. “you don’t like what, kei’? getting tied up?”

“getting tied up,” he agrees, nodding his head, then remembers his supposed distaste for this entire activity and adds petulantly, “but also all of this.”

you cock your head. “then why haven’t you used the safeword yet?”

keigo reddens, caught in his bluff, and doesn’t dignify that with an answer.

“go on,” you coax. “just say the safeword if you really want to stop. i won’t be mad or upset. i just want to make you feel safe.”

keigo sighs loudly and says nothing for a long time. finally, he mutters, “i don’t want to stop.”

“that’s what i thought.” you climb on top of him, straddling his chest as he blinks in mute surprise. he opens his mouth, but before he can get a word out, you grip the base of your cock in one hand and shove the silicone tip against his lips, ordering, “suck it. get it nice and wet for me.”

keigo gulps, measuring the pros and cons of disobeying you. but he has to admit that the idea of all that length crammed down his throat, you lording above him and watching him gag wetly around the intrusion, makes his cock throb. finally, he cautiously wraps his lips around the tip, wetting it with his tongue.

you cup the back of his head, fingers knotting into his blond hair, and pull him forward, forcing the strap-on deeper into his throat. his eyes well up with tears and he chokes, nostrils flaring as he frantically searches for air.

he’s utterly defenseless like this, with his hands firmly secured and your thighs around his chest, and he only realizes how much he loves it when he swallows around your cock and you murmur a “good boy.” then it hits him, heat rushing through his veins. he gazes up at you through his lashes, eyes wide, as he starts to bob his head, tongue laving up the shaft and swirling around the head. you watch him, proud, and he can almost hear the unsaid words: i trained you well, didn’t i?

when you’re satisfied, you pull back, watching strings of saliva cling to keigo’s lips and snap. sidling back to the end of the bed, you hook an arm under his thighs and push his knees into his chest, making him grunt in surprise. like this, he’s totally exposed, and you can see his pink hole, lined faintly with dark blond hair, clenching rhythmically around nothing. it makes you grin.

keigo follows your gaze, but can’t bear the blatant hunger written across his features. he turns his head to the side, pressing his cheek into the pillow. “don’t just stare.” trying for his usual effortless ease, he jokes, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“i don’t need a picture.” briskly, you line the tip of your strap up with keigo’s waiting hole. he squawks in surprise, letting out a stammered “w-wai—” before cutting himself off with a deep-chested groan as you sheathe yourself fully inside of him in one thrust.

he’s tight as sin, clinging to your strap with every thrust—shallow for now, letting him adjust—and trying to suck you back in. you tell him so, but he can’t get out much more than a strangled whimper, panting from the sting as he stretches around you.

he’s daggering his teeth into his lower lip, trying as hard as he can to bite back his noises. “don’t do that,” you order, punctuating your words with a sharp snap of your hips that makes his thighs twitch. “don’t hold your noises back. i want to hear you.”

almost as if he were waiting for your command, he gets loud after that, gasping between desperate moans and full-throated mewls as he squirms desperately on the mattress, trying to fuck himself back onto your strap. he’s a noisy lay on the regular, but you’ve never heard him make these kinds of sounds before—wet hiccups, hitched cries, and little growls that rumble deep in his chest.

“so good,” you breathe, watching his face as you pick up the pace of your thrusts. “you take it so well, kei’. like you were made for it.”

he whines at that, barely able to keep his eyes open, peering blurrily up into your face. “baby, it—oh, ngh, please—i can’t take it—’s too big, too big, splitting me open—” tears glisten on his dark lashes, sheening his hazy amber eyes.

“you’re doing so good, keigo,” you soothe, angling your hips to drag your head against his prostate. it rips a sob from him that sounds torn from his chest.

“holy f-fu—fuck, god, b-baby, oh, fuck—right th-there!”

you don’t need to be told twice. you grab his hips and set a brutal pace, nearly pulling out entirely before slamming back into him. he howls, wailing your name, his wrists straining against the tie binding him to the bed. “oh, yeah, god, fuck, you’re so good—feels so fucking big, f-feel it, ah, in my guts—filling m-me all t-the way up—”

tears course down his face. he’s always been a crier during sex; anything more than handjob can usually set off the waterworks, at least when it’s you (he’s mentioned that none of his previous partners have elicited this reaction from him). but he’s blubbering now, snot running from his nose, puffy eyes gazing up at you like you’re a god.

without pausing, your eyes fall on his neglected cock and the precum smeared over his belly, sticky in the thick trail of dark blond hair that runs down from his navel. you reach between his thighs, wrapping your hand around the base of his dick and stroking, twisting your wrist on the upstroke in the way you know drives him crazy.

this sets him off. he writhes on the bed, his legs falling all the way open and allowing you much more freedom of movement. you take the opportunity as it’s presented to you, fucking into him with so much force that the bed rocks and creaks beneath you, hinges squealing in complaint.

“agh—oh, ah, i c-can’t—i need t-to—baby, please, please,” keigo bawls. “’m so f-fucking close, gonna...hah, gonna—”

“yeah, i know, i know—” you’re out of breath, bare chest glistening with sweat. your free hand is still on his hip, and you use it to pull him back into each forward thrust, so deep that if you squint, you can see the outline of your strap bulging through his belly. “go on, keigo, cum for me.”

keigo throws his head back and screams, his entire body wracked with violent shudders as he shoots off over his chest and belly, splattering his tan skin with thick globs of spunk. you slow to a stop, transfixed as he shivers and pants, then pull out entirely.

he looks up at you with bleary eyes as you reach over his head to untie his arms. he has no time to react: in a moment, you’re manhandling him onto his belly, his ass in the air, and you shove your cock inside of him once more, his fucked-out hole offering barely any resistance.

he howls again. “no, no, nonono—baby, please, m-mercy, please! i c-can’t, ’s too much—”

“no, it’s not.” you squeeze his ass, kneading the supple flesh as you piston into him. “just a little more, keigo, don’t you wanna be good?”

yes, he does. he sniffles and hiccups and whimpers for more when you take pity on him, then cums a second time, semen splattering the sheets. it takes him minutes to recover, his eyes glazed over, body quaking with the force of his orgasm.

and if you slip back inside of him the moment his ragged breath returns to normal? no matter: japan’s former number two pro hero, a man who’s bested more villains than he’s had hot breakfasts, can take it like a champ, and he loves it.

[lucid-loves]

Black Blood Red Kiss ~ Simon "Ghost" Riley ~ Part 4 ~ Smut Heavy

Pairing: Ghost x vampire!reader (fem!reader, 141!reader, callsign “Fangs”)

Word Count: 4.1k

CW: MAJOR SMUT WARNING! angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, fluff, attraction and sexual tension, reader POV and ghost POV, minors DNI, smut, biting, teasing, kisses, jealousy, possessiveness, nipple play, oral reader receiving, deep penetration, raw sex, dominance, begging, praise, seriously though I’m about to go ham with the smut in this chapter

Let me know if I missed any CWs.

Story Synopsis: Being turned into a vampire never stopped you from joining the military. In fact, it only made it easier for you with new strength, stamina, reflexes, and precision. The only challenge you now faced was keeping your true nature a secret. This is incredibly difficult to do when your new teammate, Ghost, smells so delicious. What will happen to your relationship with him once you both get a dangerous taste of each other?

Chapter Synopsis: Ghost finally has you back in his arms and he is determined to convince you that his were all that you would ever need. Using his physical talents, he is going to satiate all of your appetites. And fuck, it is going to feel so good right now. You’ll worry about the consequences later. (MAJOR SMUT ALERT)

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4

Your heart was beating in your ears the entire ride back to Ghost’s place. A crimson blush stained your cheeks as your body ran lava hot. Plush thighs pressed together tightly as your pussy couldn’t stop tingling in anticipation. Pressing your head against the coolness of the window, you tried to chill out. The words to just tell Ghost to pull over on the side of the road to fuck in the car was pushing on the tip of your tongue.

Ghost was getting damn near impatient too. The drive back home never felt so agonizingly long before. Besides the aphrodisiac effects still coursing through his blood, you were driving him crazy as you sat in his passenger seat. The scent of your sweet, delicate perfume, the slight rise of your skirt against your thighs, your subtle, heavy breaths blowing past matte red lips.

He picked up speed as he reached the outskirts of the city. It wouldn’t have been the best, but if he were to get pulled over at this point for speeding, he would use his status to be excused. He already used his title once tonight out of personal gain. What would be a second time?

Further into the more rural areas of the city, Ghost felt his body buzzing louder. Just a few more miles until he had you. The woman he’s been pining over for months now would finally be in his arms, screaming in pleasure.

Not being able to resist touching you as your destination was close, he reached over and put his hand on your thigh, squeezing tight. You gasped quietly  and shivered, clearly also still being under the effects of your own aphrodisiac. Ghost managed to catch your expression through the reflection of the window. He gulped hard, savoring the expression he would soon make you show him directly.

Fuck, he was hard. Ghost tightened the grip on the wheel, turning it into his driveway in a skewed park. He undid your seat belt for you before getting out of his own. Getting out, you noticed that you had been taken to a house. You weren’t paying much attention to the scenery on the drive, so you didn’t realize that Ghost owned a house, not an apartment.

It was a nice, simple house. Quaint and quiet from the bustle of the city. There didn’t seem to be any other houses close by, whatever land that was around belonging to your lieutenant. 

A whole house with plenty of rooms to fuck in.

You blushed at your own involuntary thought. Jesus, you’ve always had a high libido even before turning into a vampire, but were you always such a pervert?

Taking your hand, Ghost dragged you inside, wanting to waste no more time. Once his wooden door was closed and locked, he pinned you against it, taking your lips like he hasn’t kissed you in years. You melted under him immediately, fueling the flames of lust by wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close again. Tongues pushed against each other, tasting the dying flavors of half an hour before this. His hands traveled to your hips, erasing the touch of the man at the club with his. 

Body heat exuded out from the thin fabric of your dress. Tracing one hand up the curve of your back, he felt for your bra clip only to find that you weren’t wearing one at all. 

Ghost became pissed.

He pushed you back and spun you around, pinning your wrists against the door as you faced it. His finger pressed against your spine, following down the line deliberately slow. You felt his hot breath against your ear and you trembled. “You aren’t wearing a bra.”

Your eyes widened as he made his anger known. He all but growled his displeasure into your ear. Yet, this excited you. God, it made you so weak in the knees. “It doesn’t look right to wear a bra with this dress.”

His jaw locked as he detected your lie. Taking the back zipper, he exposed your smooth back. Wrapping his arm around your stomach to support your weight, he bent you down and dragged his tongue from the small of your back to your neck. At the same time, his hard-on pressed against your ass, his knee pushed up between your legs.

Your vision went white for a second and you yelped, the slew of sexual attacks undoing you deliciously. You gasped for air as he stole your breath, his tongue now getting a taste of the side of your neck. “Don’t lie to me, Fangs. I don’t like it.”

Ghost pressed his erection into you further, making your sex drip into your panties. The straps of your dress slid down your shoulders to which Ghost eagerly kissed using his tongue and teeth. It felt like your brain was being turned to mush bit by bit. You scrunched your brows in frustration with his toying. “If you already know the real reason, why would you say something?”

“Fangs.” He warned curtly, tension simmering from your attitude that was still apparently present. He wanted you to have some remorse. He wanted you to say that going out was your mistake. That you should’ve come to him first.

You nearly tripped as he then pulled you into his dining room. LIfting you up on the table, he loomed over you. A raging storm was in his eyes, his composure faltering every beat of his heart. Your jaw was taken and opened, Ghost claiming it now much more aggressively. 

The metallic taste of blood followed by a flow of honey hormones sent you haywire. He had used your teeth as his own knife again, giving you some of his blood to suck off his tongue. The sensation was instant, every mile of nerve in you shuttering and crying for more. You felt his touch tenfold, cunt electrified for something more than grinding.

“Ghost!” You tried to warn, pushing his chest for space, but it came off more like a whimper. He was playing with fire, letting you taste his blood like he has been. Who knew what you would end up doing to him if he kept indulging you. 

“I don’t want to hear any more sass out of you. If you’re going to scream my name, you are going to do it with pleasure on your face.” He ordered, his tone nearly no different than when he spoke to you like your lieutenant. Then, he pushed the tip of his thumb into your mouth, right against your razor-sharp canine. As you got another hit, he pulled your dress down to reveal your tits.

You moaned out your ecstasy as he twirled your nipple in his mouth. The other one was rolled between his fingers, sending shockwaves down to your very core. All the while, his fresh cut kept making the pleasure get stronger.

There was a sharp ringing in your ears as your arousal filled every space within you. Hot adrenaline kicked into your veins and you lost control. You tugged his blond locks, encouraging him to keep going. To give you more.

More.

More!

“Holy shit, more! Ghost, more!” You caved into your desires, your self-control melting away with each drop of delicious blood that dripped onto your tastebuds. His own arousal could be tasted within it. It tasted like sweet, spicy bourbon that would warm your soul on a cold, winter’s day. You couldn’t get enough of it.

Ghost’s cock ached in his pants as you finally gave in to him. He wasn’t expecting for you to beg so soon, but he didn’t mind. In fact, it filled him with his own power. Instincts were screaming at him to mate with you. To fuck you so good and deep that he would lose his own mind. It didn’t help that you were on his dining table, a feast on the eyes and on his tastes. 

He pinched your nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue, making you squirm under him. The bottom of your skirt was hiked up further, allowing Ghost to feel soft, lacy panties underneath his fingertips. 

Now this, he had to see.

Standing up, he got a good look at the mess he made of you already. You were salivating, hunger for more clear as day as your pupils became slitted sharp. Every inch of you was trembling. Nipples were rock solid and reaching out to be teased again. And then your panties. Black. Lacy. A thong. 

Oh, Ghost was going to floss his teeth with a pretty thing like that.

Under his heated gaze, you became flustered. Embarrassed, yet invigorated. The look of desire he gave you yearned for so much more. Your lack of filter now would be sure to vocalize just what you wanted. “Eat me.”

Fucking Christ, you were so hot.

He stripped off your dress and latched onto the band of your panties with his mouth, pulling down and feeling your smooth legs against his face. Roughly, he spread your legs open, rejoicing over the privilege to see your weeping pussy for himself.

And what a beauty it was. Pink. Glistening. Absolutely leaking for him. He picked up some of your flowing nectar with his digits, feeling how slippery you really were. Unbuckling his pants, he freed his erection from its painful confines. You drooled at the sneak peek, your insides aching to be filled with him.

Your boss slid you up further on the table before diving right into the best meal he’s ever had. You were honey on his buds, your folds silky and warm. You arched your back and whimpered, his tongue feeling like heaven on earth. He lathered up your clit, the sensitive pearl throbbing hard at each swipe. 

He really was eating you. Every inch. Every drop. The more he licked though, the more you leaked. The more you moaned. The more he twitched. God, you tasted divine. He nipped at your clit then licked your length, your legs quaking from the intensity. Using his thumbs, he spread you open and tasted you straight for the source. When he shoved his tongue inside you, you screamed. “Fuck! Just like that!”

He loved your voice like this so much more than he imagined. You had him absolutely reeling every time you announced your pleasure. His heart almost couldn't take it. You were stunning like this under him. 

Just like you, he wanted more.

“My girl likes her pussy filled?” He inserted a thick digit into you, feeling you coil tight and wet around it. You gasped sharply as he reached that gummy spot of yours almost immediately. When he pushed in a second finger, your eyes rolled.

“Oh fuck yes! Yes! Right there!” You moaned for him, your hips rocking against his hand for more friction. More pressure on that ripe spot you couldn’t get yourself. 

His heart skipped a beat as he witnessed more of your unhinged excitement. It was like that cold demeanor of yours no longer existed. Ghost fed you more, pumping his fingers nice and slow for you. He knew how to curl his fingers just right to get that spot you liked. “Such an obedient girl now. Makes my cock happy.”

His rich voice echoed in your head, his praises making you clench tighter. He chuckled as he felt it. “My girl likes to be praised too apparently. You act cold, but you are actually really sweet, yeah?”

Oh god, your boss’s voice was its own source of pleasure for you. Every word out of his mouth made you melt further. The more he spoke, the wetter you got. You were sucking his fingers in so strongly that it just put more pressure on your weak spots. He thrusted his digits deeper and stopped, rubbing directly on your g-spot.

Kisses began again on your clit, his powerful tongue pressing into the bundle of nerves to really make you cry. His free hand had to push your leg back, your thighs threatening to close from so much excitement flowing through you. Now grabbing Ghost’s hair hard, you pulled him down to keep eating you. To keep rubbing right there. Of fuck, you were gonna cum.

As your breath quickened and your back arched, Ghost knew you were close to climaxing. And having paid attention to your reactions, he knew just what would push you over the edge. 

He bit your clit and you came, nectar pouring into his palm and down his wrists. Holding back a smirk, he watched you writhe. Watched you kick out your orgasm. Watched your skin glow from release. Before you could even catch your breath, he slid his cock between your folds, his tip spreading your cum and his pre-cum together against your still sensitive clit.

Ghost’s dick jumped, aching to be inside you and relishing how soft you were against him. You had a lustful look in your eyes, begging for more. Begging for him. He shivered as you spread your legs further for him. Lining up his cock, he teased your slick opening. You moaned, drool dripping for the corner of your mouth to match your pussy.

In your moan, Ghost saw a wicked opportunity for the both of you. He shoved the digits he fingered you with into your mouth, nicking his pointer for you. Right as a drop touched your tastes, he shoved his full length inside you, bottoming out immediately. 

Your breath caught in your throat this time as you climaxed, your body tensing as if on fire. White filled your vision as he forced more arousal on you. Ghost hissed and grabbed your hips tight to stop you from squirming. Your pussy was so damn tight that he almost came too early. Nonetheless, he was the hardest he’s ever been in his life. The cocktail of aphrodisiac and your gorgeous body was something he was fully addicted to at this point. 

Once he regained more control, he chuckled. “What a good pussy, coming for me so easy. You’re so hot when you cum, Fangs, you know that?”

His free thumb pressed hard against your clit as he rutted his hips into you. Your hands grabbed his strong, solid forearm and squeezed, your nails digging into his skin. Without meaning to, you cut his ring finger against a fang, accidentally giving yourself another hit. Power jumped through you like being struck by lightning. Ghost felt the flow too, groaning and twitching inside you hard enough for you to feel it.

The lieutenant wasn’t one to miss a chance. His thumb rubbed your clit in circles as he pushed his cock far into your core. Once again, you came hard, screaming and scratching up the skin of his arm as your pussy clenched. But it wasn’t enough. It was far from enough. 

All the blood you drank had clouded any voice of reason you had left. All you could think about now was how great Ghost’s cock felt sliding against your walls. How heavy he felt sitting in you, taking up as much space as possible. He was thick. He was big. He was the best lay you’ve ever had.

“God, fuck me! Fuck me more!” You cried, your hips rocking like an invitation. Ghost’s heart soared and he couldn’t hold back his smile. Taking your hips in both of his hands, he began a consistent rhythm. From his tip to his balls, he claimed you at a deep and hard pace. It didn’t take long for him to lose focus on maintaining control. Your pussy was just too good to think about holding back.

His own moans fueled your fire, your eyes meeting his in the all-consuming passion. Every time he pounded you, your nerves singed. Your toes curled. Your back arched. You were drunk off of blood and sex and you couldn’t imagine refusing something like this ever again. 

Your hands went to your own nipples, tweaking them yourself as you got closer to the edge. Ghost choked on his breath as you played with your tits while he railed you, primal instincts taking over each second. He wanted to watch you cum again so bad it made his heart feel like steel. He couldn’t recall wanting something so badly like this before.

Short nails dug into the skin of your hips as he man-handled you harder. Faster. You were staining his table with your slick and he didn’t care. Anything to see you climax around his cock again. “That’s it, angel. Pinch your fucking tits and make yourself cum. Cum for your lieutenant~”

Eyes rolled to the back of your head as you were plunged into another orgasm. Your nipples were pinched harder as your hold tightened. Your cunt squeeze to milk him, dousing him in more proof of your excitement. He clenched his teeth and froze as his balls emptied into you.

You felt his dick flex with each rope, his cum almost boiling hot as it coated your sensitive walls. Biting your cheek, you whimpered, as it only made you hornier. 

Ghost breathed in deep before pulling you off of the table. You passed through the living room and into his bedroom where you were pushed onto his bed, stomach against mattress. Before you could say anything, he plunged his cock into your cunt in a prone position. The both of you gasped as the sensation, pleasure rippling like a wave. 

Then, it hit you. His scent. His bed. His sheets. 

Oh fuck.

Everything smelled like the man you craved since day one and your nose was pressed right into it. Before you knew it, you orgasmed, the slurry of sexy scents overwhelming your senses completely. Ghost felt your cunt tense and cry, bringing a smile to his face.

He stripped off his shirt, sweat clinging the fabric to his skin. It felt heavenly to feel your skin bare on his. You felt the hardness of his muscles against your back, a shutter running through you. His voice was now so close to your ear, each breath fanning your skin. He smiled as the red blush coloring the tips of your ears. 

His hips rolled forward, hitting your g-spot nice and deep. He felt you shiver as he did some shallow thrusts to really fuck one of your favorite spots. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight and wet for me. You like it right here?”

Jesus, he was going to melt you into nothing. “F-Fuck yes, right there~ It’s so good right there~”

He hummed in slight satisfaction, slowly deepening his press into you. Kissing your ears, he encouraged more of your honesty. “Tell me what ‘it’ is, angel.”

“Your cock~ Ghost’s cock~!”

“Mhmm. And where is ‘there,’ my angel?”

Your breath quivered, his thrusts focusing on that spongy spot that drove you wild. He kissed the back of your neck while a hand intertwined with the back of your hand. Holding it tight, he peppered kisses all over any place he could reach. “My pussy! Fuck, you make my pussy feel so fucking good~!”

“Good girl. Cum for me.”

Ghost delicately turned your face towards him, finding your lips right as he made you orgasm. He ate up your moans like candy, cunt once again sharing the love with his still fully aroused dick. You could feel him smirk against your lips as he relished in making you cum on command. You turned him on so damn much that he couldn’t help but find nothing but satisfaction from it.

After your body relaxed back into the bed again, he flipped you over to fuck you in missionary. The time that passed when he wasn’t buried deep in your cunt was agonizing for the both of you. It felt like he belonged here, ravaging your pussy as his own. You felt it too, cunt tingling for him as it quickly remembered his shape.

Your breath hitched as you were forced to look at your boss directly. Eye to eye. So close together while he became your top fuck of all time. The way he looked at you made you quiver. Made you blush. Pride. Passion. Lust. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so wanted, if ever. 

Fingers laced with yours, Ghost’s thrusts hitting the deepest parts of you in the most intimate way. You swear you could feel him hit your cervix with his tip that was leaking pre-cum by the second. You would have never let a one-night stand fuck you like this. Not this personally. But when Ghost did it, it felt out of this world. 

Your heart fluttered as he stared down at you, his own expressions of pleasure something he couldn’t hide. He tucked a stray strand of hair that was sticking to your sweaty face behind your ear. With butterflies in your stomach added to the mix, your cunt couldn’t help but orgasm again.

Grabbing your jaw with his free hand, Ghost forced you to keep looking at him while you came. Not even a fraction of a second could be wasted where he wasn’t watching you cum. “Eyes on me, Fangs. That’s it. Ride it out~”

His hips kept pumping into you, not letting the tsunami die out just yet. Ghost was close again too. Your trapping, tight pussy would make sure he would release inside of you once more. Getting lost in the feeling, he buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent that made him feel higher than a kite. His breath fanning your skin, his lips nuzzling your jaw, it drove you crazy.

Nails ruined his broad back as you scratched. There were sure to be marks. Your marks. If only your bite marks would stay behind on his skin too. He ruthlessly rutted harder, encouraging you to claw the fuck out of his back. He could take it. He could take all of you. Everything you had to offer, Simon Riley wanted it.

Stars drowned your sight and head as he suddenly bit your neck roughly, giving you a taste of your own medicine. He didn’t draw any blood, but he didn’t have to. You locked him in your hold and screamed your climax one last time. His rhythm staggered before pushing hard against you, bite unyielding as his seed overflowed in you.

Your rapid heartbeat like galloping horses was all that you could hear as he breathed on top of you. The ceiling danced in a swirl in your eyes as you struggled to catch your breath. For the first time since becoming a vampire, you were exhausted from sex. 

After taking a deep inhale, Ghost sat up and pulled out. A cocktail of fluids began leaking onto his sheets. Not that he minded at all. If he wasn’t running on empty, the sight would make him go wild again.

Closing your eyes, you relaxed into the bed. The signature scent that brought you to your peak now being a source of comfort. You just needed to close your eyes for a little while. Just five minutes. 

Ghost came back with a fresh, cold bottle of water for you. He was a bit surprised to see that you had fallen asleep given that you never seemed to be tired. Though, he did find pride in the fact that you were so secure with him. In his place. In his bed.

He settled the bottle down by the nightstand if you wanted it later. For now, he got into bed with you, pressed his skin to yours in a cozy spoon, and came down from the afterglow.

Right. This is right where you should be.

[syntheticsymp]

[cough] i need this to hurt. feel free to ignore babes, but knowing nikto, and his random mood swings causing him to black out in fits of intense rage, numbness, what have you,

what would happen if he accidentally killed his pet?

and what if, he’d just started feeling like he was regaining some semblance of humanity back, however modicum, over the months of reader slowly adapting into this new life of being nikto’s and establishing this really fucked up routine

it was almost quaint in some odd way,

suddenly the house, or apartment they were living in is all quiet, he’s left maybe with the lingering scent of her sweet perfume, now entangled, or tainted rather, with the heavy stench of something metallic

he snaps out of whatever trance he was in and looks down

Looking down at your dead body in his hands, Nikto felt nothing.

Today had been good. Nothing special, but nothing like the days he spent before you. You had pressed a kiss against his cheek, whispered 'I love you' in both english and russian, and had fallen asleep in his arms. You had finally been able to accept him, love him, the way he had wanted.

You had done everything right. Everything he had ever wanted from you. You had played by his rules. Given him unflinching affection, talked him through his mood swings, hid yourself away when he had been a danger.

But it didn't matter.

You couldn't beat a monster like him with logic. And believing that somehow love alone would save him was a fallacy. As much as you conformed, there was no saving him. And there was no saving you, either.

One minute was all it took. Nikto hadn't even been conscious for most of it. It was all a blur as he woke up from some dream or other. He didn't know what it was about, nor where he was when he woke up. Resting in the space between conscious and unconscious, he felt like he was being held underwater, suspended midair, no way to break the surface, drowning beneath waves that would not subside.

You had woken up with him. Tried to say something, break him out of the episode like he had instructed you to. But he couldn't hear you. He couldn't hear anything. He couldn't feel anything. He couldn't hear you screaming for him to let go, he couldn't your pulse weakening against his fingertips, nothing. Just as he was, he became again.

никто.

He stared at your body for a long while. Your throat crushed in his hands, the popped blood vessels beneath the skin, the discoloring as you slowly turned cold.

By the time Nikto had come to, you were already beginning to decompose. He killed hundreds, if not thousands, in his line of work. But he had never stuck around long enough to watch his victims decompose. They had never been worth it; they were nothing more than lowly animals.

But you? You were his питомица. A soft spot he never should have had.

You had served your purpose. Comforting him, standing by his side, loving him as if he somehow deserved it. But now the illusion had shattered.

It was a nice life while it lasted. A glimpse of normalcy, of what could have been.

It was such a shame it had to end like this.

Nikto kept your body for a while after he had killed you. Krueger had some expertise with embalming, and luckily nobody at the store had the guts to ask a masked man why he was buying tubs of honey, boxes of salt, and a mountain of candles.

He didn't mind coming home to the stench of rot, he didn't mind cleaning your decaying flesh off the carpet as it fell from your bones. He cradled you just the same as he had when you were alive, allowing you to fall asleep in his arms a final time.

Sometimes, he swears you still talk to him. Telling him you're happy having died. That it was beautiful where you were. That you couldn't wait for him to join you. Those nights, he comes so close to doing that exact thing.

But he always stops himself short.

Because, wherever you ended up in your afterlife, he would not follow. Your soul was too good for his, and he didn't have one to begin with. He would never be reunited with you, even if there was a life beyond this one.

So, he stayed. Basking in the memory of your touch, gathering your sketchbook, all the little trinkets he had given you, and flipping through them night after night. The voices in his head listened to him for once. Agreeing with him, that you were there. That you had never left him.

Even in death, he would never let you leave. Call it an unhealthy attachment if you want, because that's what it was. A broken man searching to heal what could not be fixed.

[kikyoupdates]

Love Bite ⭑˚🩸⭑ 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑢𝑡

yandere!vampires x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, original characters, vampire!ocs x fem!reader

Desperate for money to pay off your debts, you sign up for a program that allows you to sell your blood to vampires. At first, everything is fine, and you’re finally able to make ends meet. But they soon begin craving more than just your blood.

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“I’m finally off! Thanks for waiting.” 

“No problem,” Elliot smiles. He gestures towards your bag. “Do you need help carrying anything? I can hold that for you, if you’d like.” 

“I’m fine,” you reassure. “It isn’t heavy. Let’s just head out. I’m really hungry, so I want to get home and make myself something to eat.” 

You’ve just finished another day at the coffee shop, and Elliot was nice enough to stick around and wait for you to be done. He even offered to walk you home, and not just so that you could chat for a while longer, but also to keep an eye out for that lowlife Johnny. 

“I appreciate you going to all this trouble,” you say, adjusting the strap of your bag. “I hope it’s not too much of an inconvenience.” 

Elliot shakes his head. “Of course not. I like spending time with you, and I’d feel a lot better knowing you got home safe. I wish there was more I could do to help you get rid of that guy… so, it’s actually a bit frustrating that this is all I’m capable of.” 

“Don’t say that. It’s not your fault. He’s the one to blame. And also my shitty parents,” you grimace. 

Elliot smiles sympathetically, and although you don’t really enjoy being pitied, the concern in his eyes is genuine. You can tell that if there was a way for him to get rid of Johnny without it coming back to bite you in the ass, he would do it in a heartbeat. 

Still, it’s probably best to change the topic. You’d rather not talk about your unfortunate childhood or dwell on the incident with Johnny any longer. 

“I hope it’s not a rude question or anything, but are you working right now?” you ask. 

“Hm? Oh, yes,” he nods. “I have a job at a flower shop. But since the customers would probably feel uncomfortable if I was working up front, I mainly just move the products around and do some of the flower arranging in the back. To be honest, I could tell the owner was reluctant to hire me, but more and more companies are being encouraged to hire vampires now that the new laws have passed. There’s definitely an incentive, otherwise I doubt I would have been able to land a job so easily.” 

True. Honestly, you’ve been wondering about that for a while. Vampires are actively discriminated against because people fear them so much, so you worried that they would struggle to secure working positions. Nowadays, refusing to hire someone for those reasons is probably grounds for a lawsuit, but you’re sure that a lot of people still aren’t too keen on having a vampire as their coworker. 

“Every human I’ve met so far can’t seem to hide their bias towards me,” Elliot admits. “Some are more subtle than others, but apart from you, I haven’t met anyone who genuinely feels comfortable around me. I guess I haven’t been in the city for a very long time yet, so perhaps that’ll change at some point… but I don’t know. I can’t help but feel a bit doubtful.” 

You slump your shoulders, feeling immeasurably upset on his behalf. It isn’t fair that people assume the worst of him, especially when he’s such a good guy. Vampire or not, what matters is a person’s character. If only they would give him a chance and actually get to know him properly. 

“But that’s what makes me appreciate you all the more,” Elliot continues. He’s blushing now, even avoiding your gaze somewhat. “You’re so nice, and you don’t judge people superficially. And I don’t just mean with respect to me being a vampire. You just seem like the type of person to withhold your judgment until you’ve given someone a fair shot.” 

“Well, that’s the least I can do,” you shrug. “There’s no point in jumping the gun. Granted, some people make really shitty first impressions that there’s simply no recovering from, but I’m not going to automatically hate someone just based on rumors or gossip. I think the problem nowadays is that stories about vampires have gotten completely out of hand, and people can’t get past that initial fear. They automatically assume the worst, and don’t feel like risking it.” 

Elliot lifts his head towards the sky. “Yeah. I can’t entirely blame them for being afraid. I probably would be too, if I was in their position. But I just wish… they wouldn’t hate me because of it. It just hurts to see the way they glare at me, like I’ve done something wrong. Like I’m some monster who doesn’t know how to control myself.” 

You’re not sure what to say to that, because you can only imagine how painful it must be to constantly be perceived in such a negative light. 

To some extent, it’s good to be cautious. There are assholes like Felix out there, after all. But then again, there are assholes like Johnny too, and he’s a human. He doesn’t possess otherworldly strength or vitality, and yet, he’s easily succeeded in turning your life into a goddamn fucking nightmare. 

There are plenty of dangers in this world, and encountering a vampire certainly isn’t the worst of them. You just wish more people would hurry up and realize that. 

Anyways, you were hoping to steer clear of depressing topics, but it looks like you’ve gone right back to square one. 

“It suits you,” you say, smiling in an attempt to lift the mood. “Working at a flower shop, I mean. And I can imagine you being really good at flower arrangements. You’ve always struck me as being really patient and detail-oriented.” 

Elliot shyly scratches his cheek. “Y-You think so? I do like flowers. I’ve always thought they’re really pretty. I’m not sure exactly how good I am at making arrangements, but I definitely enjoy the process. And even though I’m never interacting with the customers, I like to think that the flowers they take home make them happy. It’s a bit trivial, but it makes me feel like I’ve actually accomplished something.” 

“I’m sure they all love whatever you make,” you encourage. “Tell me the name of your shop. I might stop by at some point and pick something out for my apartment.” 

“Th-There’s no need for you to go out of your way. But if you want… I can pick something out for you and drop it off at some point?” 

He glances at you hopefully, and his expression is so cute that you can’t help but giggle. 

“Sure,” you beam. “You’re the expert. Take your time coming up with whatever you think would look best. I’ll be eagerly awaiting the finished product.” 

Elliot blushes yet again, but he’s unable to hide the wobbly smile that keeps pulling at the corners of his lips. Working at a flower shop really does suit him. He’s so gentle, after all. His impressive display against Johnny was a stark reminder that he’s much stronger than the average person, but he doesn’t seek to intimidate others with his strength or scare them into submission. He’s proof that just because someone has the ability to cause harm doesn’t mean that they actually will. 

While you walk, Elliot entertains you with various flower facts. You can tell that he’s passionate about the subject because he gets especially chatty, and his eyes practically sparkle the whole time he talks. You’re perfectly happy to smile and listen attentively. It’s nice to see him ramble on so excitedly, plus, you also get to learn a few things while you’re at it. 

Before you realize it, you’ve already made it home. Time really does pass faster when you’re with a friend. 

“Thanks again for walking me all the way home,” you say. “I enjoyed the company.” 

“I did too,” Elliot smiles. “I work pretty early in the day, so I’m usually free this time of night. Which is nice, because I prefer to be out when it’s not sunny anyways. Our schedules seem to align too.” 

He reflects on his last words for a few moments, then proceeds to blush profusely. 

“I-I didn’t mean it in a weird way!” he insists. “It’s not like I expect you to meet up with me all the time or anything! It’s just, um… if you ever feel like walking home together, or maybe just stopping for another drink sometime… odds are, I’ll probably be free. That’s all.” 

As always, it doesn’t take much to embarrass him, and you briefly chuckle, amused by his skittishness. 

“Yeah, it’s convenient,” you smile. “I’m glad we can find time to hang out like this.” You were about to say goodbye and head inside the building, but you pause for a few moments. “By the way, um… if you ever feel like drinking my blood again, just let me know, okay? I’m not trying to pester you for money or anything, so I hope it doesn’t come across that way. It’s just a reminder that whenever you want to, I’ll be ready.” 

Elliot instinctively swallows. Just hearing you utter those few words is enough to make him feel dizzy. 

“I-I’ll be sure to let you know,” he stammers. “I just wanted to make sure your body had time to recover, since I know you went to Plasma Inc. not long ago. A-Anyways, uh... goodnight!” 

He promptly speeds off, looking like he’s in a hurry all of a sudden. You recall him reacting similarly after he drank your blood that one time. Knowing him, he’s probably feeling self-conscious again. It’ll probably take him a bit more time to get used to. 

But the truth is that has less to do with him being self-conscious than you’d like to think. 

Elliot still can’t get over how incredible yet overwhelming the first time he tasted your blood was. He chose to flee the scene then and there because already, he could feel his heart threatening to burst right out of his chest. He realizes that he needs to pace himself and give his heart time to settle down. He needs to control his urges, no matter how badly he wants to drink your blood again, and be more patient. Otherwise…

He might just get addicted.

“...for the last time, I am not playing Mario Kart with you again,” you sigh tiredly. “You beat me so many times that it wasn’t even funny.” 

Caleb chuckles and pats you on the back. “Aw, c’mon. Like I said, practice makes perfect. You’re only bound to get better!” 

“That’s what you’d think, but I feel like I’m actually challenged when it comes to video games. So, hard pass.” 

He makes puppy eyes at you, but you huff and stubbornly turn away from him. You’re not so easily swayed, especially when the humiliating defeat you’ve suffered at his hands time and time again is still fresh in your mind. 

The two of you worked the same shift today, and now that it’s over, Caleb invited you to go over to his place again. You agreed, but only on the condition that there would be no video games involved. Seriously, is a movie too much to ask for? 

“A lot of Mario Kart is luck-based,” Caleb insists. “If you pick up a good item near the end of the race, you can swoop in and steal first place from me, just like that.” 

You snort. “If that were really true, then I wouldn’t have lost so horribly every single time. I think luck can only take you so far if your skills are nonexistent. Not to mention that I have terrible luck in the first place.” 

“But it’s fun!” 

“Well, yeah, if you’re always winning.” 

“Losing can be fun too!” 

“No video games, Caleb,” you sigh for the umpteenth time. “At least not for a little while. I still need to mentally recover from all my previous losses.” 

He slumps his shoulders and makes a big show of pouting, but thankfully drops the issue. You’re sure you can find something else to do besides playing video games. It’s nice that he has a hobby, but you really wish it was something you were less crappy at. 

What a cute little dilemma. You never would’ve imagined arguing over such a silly, nonsensical issue with a friend. It’s actually pretty funny, and you can’t help but smile. 

It doesn’t take long for your smile to drop, though.

“Ah. Right on time.” 

You stiffen up, and you swear it feels like all of your blood has just turned to ice. 

That shithead Kai is here again. 

“I asked one of the servers inside about you, and they said your shift was about to end. Good thing they weren’t lying to me, or I would’ve had to beat the shit out of them,” Kai muses. 

You don’t respond. You don’t know what to say, or how to describe what you’re feeling. It’s hard to fully express the horror seeping into every fiber of your being. This sense of helplessness that can’t possibly be overwritten.

Worse yet, you’ve just remembered who’s standing next to you. 

Much like you, Caleb hasn’t moved a muscle. His jaw is clenched, and even though he’s staying perfectly silent, from this close up, you can see his throat quivering. 

Kai chuckles darkly. “Aw. Looks like your boyfriend’s here too. That’s no fun. How are you doing, dude? Man, I can’t believe your nose is still bruised. It takes humans this long to heal? Talk about pathetic.”

You should have known better than to open your big fat mouth. You should have known better than to talk back to a crazy bastard like him. Now, because of your stupidity, he’s going to put a target on Caleb’s head too. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he was already assaulted by him before.

You’re not sure how much Kai knows about you, but your coworkers have always had loose lips, and with a bit of threatening, you doubt it was hard for him to figure out what he wanted. And now that he knows for a fact that you work here, there’s nothing stopping him from coming back. 

God. 

You’re so fucked. 

Caleb is undeniably scared, but despite that, he steps in front of you and tries to block Kai off. “Leave,” he grits out, trying to keep his voice steady. “Are you stalking us now, or what? This is beyond fucked up. You can’t just loiter around someone’s workplace. We don’t even know each other.” 

“Huh? Don’t you remember me?” Kai innocently bats his eyes, then points towards his nose, a cruel sneer spreading across his lips. “I’m the one that knocked you out in one hit. I figured the pain would’ve kept you thinking about me. Honestly, I’m a bit hurt.” 

“You’re a fucking psycho,” Caleb glares. “I said, leave. Seriously. This isn’t funny.” 

“Shut up, man. I’m not interested in you. Stop begging for my attention.” 

Kai steps closer, much to your horror, and Caleb instinctively raises his arms to shove him away. 

In that moment, you remember just how brutally he was attacked last time. How one hit, faster than you could even blink, was all it took to render him semi-unconscious, laid out on the ground with blood spewing from his nose. 

At the rate things are going, there’s a good chance history will repeat itself.

“Wait!” 

You cry out in alarm, pulling Caleb back. He glances towards you in confusion, but that split second is all it takes for Kai to close the distance and wrap an arm around your waist. 

“Cute,” he grins. “Were you worried I was going to punch him again? Don’t worry, I’ll play nice. I’m in a pretty good mood today. Just as long as he doesn’t piss me off, that is.” 

Caleb’s face drops. “[N-Name]! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Let go of her!” 

You can see him mentally debating whether or not to rush in, but he’s clearly afraid that if he plays it wrong, it’ll be your nose being broken this time. 

“Relax. I wouldn’t hurt a woman. I’m a gentleman, after all.” Kai squeezes your waist, an act which makes a shiver instantly rip down your spine. The lecherous, crooked grin he’s wearing, coupled with how tightly he’s holding you, tells you that he’s anything but gentlemanly. Although that was obvious from the start.

“Get your hands off her,” Caleb warns, eyes clouding over. “Or—” 

“Or what? Are you seriously trying to intimidate me right now?” Kai laughs. He pulls you even closer, to the point that your body is uncomfortably pressed against his, then, he uses his other hand to loosely grip your neck. “To be honest, I was just fucking with you earlier,” he says darkly. “I’ll punch this bitch’s face in, no questions asked. I might even twist her scrawny neck just for the hell of it. So, if you don’t want that to happen, I suggest you shut the fuck up.” 

Caleb draws in a shaky gasp, and meanwhile, you squeeze your eyes shut, fear overtaking all of your senses. 

He wouldn’t… kill you, would he? Not in broad daylight. Not like this. Even if his father is the head of the police force, surely there are limits to what he can get away with. 

…right? 

“Man, both of you are such wimps, huh?” 

Kai laughs again; a loud, obnoxious sound that makes your stomach twist. He lets go of your neck, and even though he wasn’t actively choking you, it still feels like you haven’t gotten enough air. He holds you close, unwilling to let go, then reaches out and wraps an arm around Caleb’s shoulder, pulling him in too. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he hums. “You two are gonna hang out with me for a little while. Just the three of us. It’ll be tons of fun. Oh, and just so you know, you don’t have a choice. Try to refuse and I will make you regret it.” 

Kai starts pulling both of you along. You feel nauseous beyond belief, and your heart is beating so fast that you swear you’re about to go into cardiac arrest. 

Caleb grits his teeth. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Why can’t you just let us go? I’ll call the police, and—” 

“Call the police?” Kai throws his head back and laughs again. “Dude. My dad is the police. And I guarantee he won’t take your side over mine, so I’d suggest keeping your mouth shut and being grateful that I haven’t broken your damn nose again.” 

Neither of you says anything in response. All you can do is let Kai drag you along to god-knows-where, too afraid to so much as blink wrong and risk pissing him off. 

And to think that just a few minutes ago, your biggest qualm was whether or not you would have to play Mario Kart today. 

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[roughentumble]

ok wait lets think of some actual things yandere!logan would do since that post failed so badly while also being shoved in my face. like, for example, yandere are incredibly obsessive about the object of their affections, while logan has enhanced senses from his mutation, so it wouldnt be unreasonable to assume he'd obsessively steal articles of clothing and other personal effects that carry a scent, and smell them almost religiously until the scent faded, desperate for a little piece of his beloved that soothes his animal hindbrain

[moregraceful]

many things i have been keeping under wraps at work, such as pronouns, but also, very critically, age. bc i got that ageless mixed race asian swag where i am very clearly not an undergrad but also??? they just don't know. and it WHIPS and it is so funny to ME because all the managers and shift supervisors are like damn this girl in her mid-twenties is so easy to talk to, it's like talking to a peer. surprise bitch i'm older than you. and maybe this means i'm performing psychological experiments on cis men, but i am ngl if i hand you a two page resume that you don't read, it is simply none of MY business if you think i am in my mid-20s. they are going to be so mad when they find out lmao

[fionnaskyborn]

People like this have made me terrified that I am mischaracterizing my favorite character by playing into his strengths and emphasizing them so much... That I'm making things "too anime", "too over-the-top", and by doing that straying away from the groundedness that made the character compelling in the first place... But I think it's better to be a fan who loves someone so much they're willing to step into goofy over-the-top showcases of strength and morals out of love than being a fake fan who only ever rags on what they proclaim is so dear to them. I dunno. I don't think I'm wrong in saying that. I'm hella insecure when it comes to my own writing, especially with this guy because I want to do him as much justice as I possibly can as a writer. But I have to convince myself that it's not too much.

[pardonmydelays]

i have a confession to make: i'm actually doing better than i ever was

[cerbreus]

Sometimes I have an epiphany about something about myself being very not normal when I'm trying to explain all these intricate paths of logic and plans and how I map out every little tidbit of every little thing I'm stressed about or working towards n I see the look on their face and go 'oh okay so this isn't.... How normal people approach things.....'🤔