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pursuitseternal · 7 months

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“Dark Kissing:” 🫦 nsfw, making a Vampire Bride in “Our Blood is Thicker:”

(Ascended) Astarion x Cordehlia (Tav) | E | 2.6K of the Nsfw Dark Kiss

Art by co-creator and illustrator @marimosalad , NSFW version on X

Summary: Cordehelia rouses herself to feed, but the Dark Kiss is far more dangerous than merely awakening. She must be checked, subdued, brought under control by her love and creator by any means necessary

CW: Rough Sex turns Romantic, blood kink, hair pulling, Feral Vampires getting freaky, The Knee™️, (lovingly) Dom!Ascended Astarion, my interpretation of Van Richten’s “Guide to Vampires” 2e, heartbeat kink, nothing like feral sex followed by soft cuddling aftercare

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Chapter 19: Dark Kissing…

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“Astarion…” she purred, voice thickened with his blood, a bit strange on her tongue, as if she savored every letter in his name.

But that strangeness hardly registered, his body winding tight with lust as he looked into her own crimson eyes, as her lips drank him down for the first time. He could feel himself inside her, coursing in her veins, pumping in her whole body, not just that sweet, slick channel he longed to fuck into once more. Something deep inside him unlocked, robust and powerful and all consuming.

Blood ran down her chin, a sight that made his every breath race from his slack-mouthed, fang-licking grin. Her lips were cool on his wrist, warming hotter the more of him she drank. “Oh, my love,” he groaned, slinking to straddle her prone body between his thighs. “I could watch you swallow me down for hours…”

“You have, my love,” she chuckled, thick and deep in her chest as she hardly broke from his flesh.

A flash filled his mind, stronger than their tadpoles, their bodies and minds and souls as one. It was as if he relived every time she had sucked his cock, tasting himself on her tongue, feeling the way her throat closed with all the cum he spewed countless times over countless years. Instantly, his cock strained again against his leathers, that claustrophobic feeling of clothing suffocating his ever-growing desire.

His need to have her.

And yet she drank more. Until his skin began to tear, his head growing slightly light. “Enough, Cordehlia,” he whispered, a grind of his hips above her, his wrist freeing from her mouth.

Only to be ripped back by her fiercely strong grip once more. “But you taste so good, my love,” she crooned, “and I am just so hungry.”

Astarion recalled all that reading, gritting his teeth as he pulled against her, fought against the way both her hands clawed into his arm. “You will listen to me,” he ordered. Louder. “You must stop, or else you will die.”

Her voice made him shiver, unnatural and dark. “I think that’s already happened, hasn’t it?” One last musical laugh from her bloodstained lips, and she sank her newborn fangs into his forearm to feed all the more.

A growl on his lips, Astarion dug deep into whatever new well of power, of strength lay inside him. Never mind the way his heart actually began to rap harder in his chest, in lust and in fear. “You will listen to me, Cordehlia,” he hissed through clenched fangs. Wrestling his arm from her mouth, he felt every muscle in her body move to attack, ready to spring. Wanting more. “Ah, ah,” he smiled, darkly, determinedly. Catching her hands, he pinned them over her head, staying them with all the strength he could find, even as she thrashed and kicked and snapped her teeth. “Little Raven, I promised you I would save you, now you have to trust me just a little further. You are still being remade, turning into something so beautiful, so fierce I can hardly believe it. Why don’t we try a little something else to busy your lips and tongue with, hmm?”

A roar from her mouth, she bucked him off, sending him clean off the bed. Astarion braced himself against the wall, feeling less dizzy and stronger the less she drank. Somehow, his body knew what to do, more than that which was just between lovers. He knew he had to subdue her, keep her safe, lest she endanger herself.

A duck of his head, and he dove out of her tackle. Wild and crazed with bloodlust, she might be, but all that grace was yet to come back to her. He gripped her by the back of her shirt, his fingers easily tearing through that linen, baring her even paler flesh for him to see at last. “Come on, Cordehlia,” he laughed as she turned, eyes narrowed and breasts heaving with her pants, “you used to put up a better fight as a girl.”

Yes…. She took the bait, racing for him blindly, only to be shoved from behind and laid flat out on the floor at the foot of the bed. She froze for that moment, wind knocked out of her, even though her undead lungs required none of that now. He needed to finish this, needed to subdue her in more than one way. His hands ran down her back, lightly tracing over the bumps of her spine. “I’m going to strip you, my darling, going to take your mind off that pit in your stomach. You hunger, and I can sense how painful it is, my love. Let me ease that pain.”

“Want me… to say please?” She panted, breathless as she gasped for air.

“If you’d like, my darling…” he wasted no second of his advantage, shimmying down her trousers, ripping them like paper with such ease in his new and powerful hands.

“Fuck you, Astarion,” she grunted trying to get up, but he just covered her backside with his whole body and grabbed for her hands again to capture them against the floor.

“That is the idea, my love,” he tried to chuckle, the same jibe as they had made many times before. But never like this. Never with every instinct in his ascendant brain screaming at him to claim her and finish the task at hand. He settled heavily on her back, pushing her as hard as he could into the ground to keep her steady, her two cold hands in one of his, he tugged off his shirt and freeded the laces of his breeches.

But for all the pounding drumming in his head that could have blinded him, he looked down at her. Pinned, subdued, ready and panting and sweating.

He didn’t see some creation half-made. Didn’t see a servant or slave for his use.

It was her, addled and unsure and newborn. Lusty and scared. And he tried to slow that reborn and foreign beating in his chest.

“Cordehlia,” he leaned forward, tracing the pad of his tongue up her chilled, pointed ear. “My sweet, I’ve got you.”

Still she fought, twitching and jerking under his hold, but his hands rested on each of hers to slide them next to that mess of fiery red hair. He could see her breathing so hard as her skin pulled between her ribs. She needed calming, claiming… he suckled on that cool right ear, forcing the urge to bite into her flesh again back into his stomach. Something inside her purred, her voice maybe, her soul perhaps. But whatever it was, he did it again. And again. Suckling on the edges of her ear as it twitched. Feeling her flesh mildly warm now with his blood flooding her and her lust taking command.

Her breathing grew softer, steadier and less frantic, he sensed her rising heat, smelled the way slick began to gather between her folds. His cock jolted to feel her begin to buck beneath him, almost grinding against the floor as her hunger traveled below her belly to simmer lower and stronger. Shifting carefully if quickly, his knees spread her wider, his sharp ears hearing her arousal dripping to the wood beneath them.

The way she raised her hips ever so slightly as he slipped between her thighs drew some kind of noise from his throat. Feral. Hungry. He loved it, laying his whole length down to cover her head to toe. Her skin was cold, a strange shiver raced down his spine as he pressed her into the floor. As he pushed her apart, letting his cock slip in so naturally, so slowly, finding that wet and tight warmth he craved more than air.

A low purr seemed to sound from her, her back arching against his chest. She hissed, a little roll of her hips, pleading for more of him. raising herself against him, she wriggled his cock deeper, bracing for his thrusts to begin. “Please, Astarion,” she breathed, voice honey-thick in her throat, “you wouldn’t leave your Bride unsatisfied, would you?”

Bride. At the word, he groaned loudly, fangs wet as he smiled, shoving his cock deeper inside as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. “Never, my darling,” he rasped. Another guttural noise, and he released one hand from hers, wrapping that length of bright fiery hair around his hand once… twice, and yanking her head back slightly. “You are mine forever now, my love until the stars fall down.”

Warm lips pressed against the cool ivory of her neck, careful to keep his teeth covered, lest he stir awake her bloodlust again. But Cordehlia wasted no time, slamming and wriggling her cunt against his cock, easing forward to easy back again.

A hiss rushed from his mouth against her skin each time she dared to move. Finally, he rocked into her ever so slightly, letting his cock sink all the way into her, letting that aching, pulsing head brush against that edge of her channel. Curling, she snapped her hips hard against him, stealing his breath.

Another snap, and he groaned, that insatiable hunger for her growing unbearable. That reality of his freedom, his power starting to course in his veins as she bucked back against him with even more fervor. “You’re an eager little thing,” he sighed, running his tongue over the scars on her neck, taking her ear into the warm, wet of his mouth once more. “I like you this eager,” whispering, he savored the way she shuddered beneath him.

“Then give me some of your own eagerness back, won’t you? I would hate to do all the work for you… my lord…”

Enough of coyness and carefulness he decided as he grasped her head, pulling her mouth to his to assume control. He needed her on his tongue again, needed to devour and consume and dance with her lips as they had a thousand times. “I love you,” his words breathed between her lips as he sucked more of her with each kiss. “I never want to do this with anyone but you ever again.”

A wish he had made once, so long ago under the elven forest and stars.

He could almost smell the woods near their homes, almost hear that babbling stream and feel the moss beneath them as every sinew sought the release they both craved. Thrust after thrust, he could feel her pressure rising, the way her thighs began to shake, her mouth panting and sighing heavily against his open lips. He could taste himself on her tongue yet, that rich iron, that tingling sensation of power, the same that raced down his nerves… and just like that, he knew she was about to seek more of him.

Drink more of him.

A yank of her hair in that fist, and he pulled her off his flesh just as her own razor-fangs snapped shut. “Tch, naughty, my bride,” he teased. A trail of caresses down her spine, and he raised himself. One hand rested on her shoulders, hair tugged just tight enough, he slipped his warming touch around her hips. Her clit was hard, aching and easy to find, and it was so simple to circle it. To make her moan for him, to raise her ass up just that little bit higher and take him all the deeper. To angle himself as he slammed into that spot inside that he knew better than she did herself.

He chewed into his own lip, clenching hard but not to draw blood. No, he needed her sated. Pleasured. Flooded with the bliss they shared now.

Lord and Bride.

Maker and beautiful creation.

Her pleasure tore into him, every muscle that clenched around him pounded as if his own. Her voice cried his name, that she loved him… her sweet words panted over and over again as she crumbled to the floor, boneless, bloodless, hot, and writhing.

Slowly, he pulled out, turning her on her back, longing more than anything to see her smile. Radiant, breathtaking, her breasts heaved as she caught her wind, her hair streaked over her damp and sweating face, and most beautifully, she smiled at him through her bliss. Her little fangs peeked beneath her rosy lips, her tongue wetting her mouth as she pulled those fiery, loose strands from her cheeks and chin.

Reverently, his own hands helped to clear her forehead, strand by precious strand. Laying his body atop hers, a groan slipped from his lips as she raised her hips to slot his cock back into her seeping, wet folds. He breathed her name, believing for the first time that she was with him again, saved.

Now made of one flesh.

Sharing one blood.

A blood that ran hot and thick forever between them.

He couldn’t hold her close enough, couldn’t thrust into her smoothly or deeply enough. He couldn’t taste enough of her on his tongue or feel her slightly chilled breath sweep into his own lung in any amount that would satisfy. His fingers gripped against the back of her head, weaving tightly again into that mess of her locks, the other wrapped firmly around her breast, the hard, cool nipple pressing into his palm like stone as he gripped it, as it swayed in time with his taking of her.

That tether between their bodies, that bond between their minds, something within them snapped taut, his heart beating in her chest, his very essence hers too. Every sensation between their bodies doubled, coursing harder as he drove her to the edge of her climax, thrown there himself as her side. She clawed at his back of ancient scars, body arching and trembling as she groaned her love for him again.

And this time, he followed, pouring every last bit of himself into her, making and remaking her anew. His cock shuddered, jolt after jolt of pleasure bursting from his core into hers. Seed seeped, hot and slick and mixed into one as he lowered himself into her arms.

Nestled into that bloodied crook of her neck, he could do nothing but breathe, forcing his eyes to remain open, to assure himself that this was it. That it was done.

That every little bit of trust she had put in him was replaced tenfold. And would be repaid again for the rest of their immortal lives.

Touch ghosting up and down his back, she smiled against his forehead, lips pressing their strange, cool kiss just beneath the edge of his curls. “I love you…” she whispered, almost imperceptible. Almost inside her own mind.

With a grunt of effort, he slipped from inside her, a tender kiss on her lips before he reached up and over the top of the bed to grab for the blood red covers. The heavy fabric fluttered as he draped it over them both, as his hands tucked it around her shoulders, her back. “I love you, my darling…” he kissed her cheek, “my consort…” he kissed her forehead before staring softly into those searching, crimson eyes, “…my bride.”

Astarion pulled her into his chest, rolling her to rest against his warm flesh and racing heart. “Rest, my love, we have eternity to make up for lost time now.”

His hands traced through the softness of the blanket, and his warmth seeped into her skin. She wouldn’t let it out from her lips just yet, how strange it was now to be the one corpse-cold, to be the lover to seek the warmth of her love. But as she nuzzled closer into that perfect dip in the muscles of his chest, she smiled.

A tear leaked from her eye.

To hear that ancient pattern of his heart beating beneath her ear again.

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irasamu · 10 months

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. . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 MY GOOD GIRL, ONLY FOR ME ; a edogawa ranpo fic. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . ahhhh, hope that one user who i bonded with over the comments finds this fic again. ranpo brainrot 24/7.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; rich!ranpo, tease!ranpo,fem!reader, sideshow, daddy issued reader, nsfw, backshots, creampie, raw sex, hair pulling, jaw gripping, biting, dumbification of reader by ranpo but in a adoring way, ranpo calls reader "my dumb girl" lovingly, ranpo calls reader's father as "daddy dearest" in mockery, ranpo is just a sexy lover, ranpo owns a porche, ranpo honestly has sugar daddy potential, fucking on top of the car hood and yeah, that's all i remember.

time is a lie, an illusion. the more you try to understand how it works, the more lost you find yourself.

for how else can you explain the exact same feeling clawing at your heart which did two years ago; as you sniffle, not wanting to cry in the midst of a lone road and so you dig your nails into your forearm, biting your lip.

it is when the porche stops and the door to the passenger's side opened without a word or moment of hesitance, that you practically leapt inside the expensive car, throwing yourself into the arms of the man who chuckled, affectionately rubbing your lower back, a bit too low to not be considered it being intimate but the man has always been too smart and so were his actions, he knew what he was doing. he always does.

"there there, has the good girl fought with her daddy dearest again?" his voice came out as a mockery yet this is how he of all people showed his fondness.

ranpo is a man of mystery no matter how easy going or childish he makes himself appear.

"i just don't understand him! i do everything to make him proud yet the more i try, the more i raise situations he can use against me."

hands removed your leather jacket which belonged to him, soothed you like no other as the black tank top with thin straps did the perfect job of leaving you exposed for ranpo and the latter smirked upon seeing goosebumps on your shoulder, his warm hands just feeling right on your cold and exposed skin.

"didn't i tell you? no matter what you do, your father will never look at you as something more then a nuisance, a responsibility." ranpo moved to lean near your ear as he whispered this, his breath hot as it hit the shell of your ear and you gulp when you feel ranpo's hand circle around your lower waist to reach for the door handle behind you and close the car door as you didn't care enough to do so.

"i know and i am sorry! but i just want my father to feel proud of me." you mutter in an almost non distinguishable voice but ranpo still understands and he sits properly, placing his hand on the steering wheel and tapping on the leather as he side glanced at you.

"does the good girl crave praises from her daddy dearest?" ranpo smirked but you aren't in the state to find offense in his words as you nod, looking down as you pinch on your black skirt with your thumb and index finger.

"just wanna be good and go back to how we were before but at this point, it's not a dream but a delusional i am desperately trying to make a reality." you answer, your tone somber, ranpo didn't like it. he doesn't like seeing you sad.

doesn't like how you are looking down at your bouncing legs and not at him, how your lips part to exhale and inhale shaky breaths as you try not to cry for the only time you should actually cry is when he is fucking you dumb.

ranpo hums and clicked his tongue, hand extending to grasp your chin between his index finger and thumb ; he guided your chin to look at him.

"wanna go somewhere fun to get your mind off of this?" he winked and oh who were you but a naive little girl walking into danger?

but is it really danger if this is all that is helping you from sinking into the thin sheet of despair.

for falling into despair and rising from it isn't as hard as it is to fall into what comes after despair.

and why even risk falling into such melancholy which will turn you inconsolable when the man next to you exists?

when he has always been the one escape from your woeful father?

"if it isn't a bother." you smiled at ranpo who playfully scoffed, focusing his eyes on the road ahead as the car roared to life.

"you are never a bother to me so don't even think about stuff like that, yeah? keep your dumb, preety mind occupied by me and not these thoughts." ranpo huffed, finding it offensive (not really, the man just had a habit of being dramatic at every given moment) how you still feel as if him hurrying out of his room, making sure his hair looks good in the rear view mirror of his car as he waits for you, occasionally glancing at the many candies and snacks plus a few not so influential stuff anxiously -- he isn't doubting his mind, he knows you are bound to like it, he is doubting his skin which turns a soft pink everytime you compliment him, a job.

ranpo turned his body to reach for the plastic bag on the back seat, dropping it gently on your lap and tilting his head towards it as a indication for you to eat or surf through the stuff he bought while only having you in mind, after taking a strawberry flavored lollipop for himself that is.

your eyes always found the most trivial task 'hot' when ranpo was the one doing it just like how him unwrapping the lollipop got you gulping, imagining him unlayering you the same way, only with one hand for he finds it tiresome and a waste of time to use two hands when he knows only one hand -- hell even one nod is enough and you'll undress for him yourself, is enough.

the way he holds the stick of the lollipop and pushes the ball of sweetness inside his mouth is how you imagine him treating your breasts, he slightly opened his mouth to swirl his tongue around the lollipop and you felt your core clenching around nothing, quickly looking down at the bag on your lap and not only is your core warm now but so is your heart.

and as he began to drive the car towards where he was informed tonight's side show will be held, he can't help but tap the knuckles of his free hand on your thighs, not feeling guilty as you gulp down an entire bottle of some alcohol containing drink he didn't bother to know the name of, he doesn't prefer them anyway but you do.

and is he really ranpo if he doesn't put your comfort over his own? doesn't dance on thorns to see you smile, unaware of the thorns poking the soles of his feet and blood pouring out of it?

"where are ya taking me?" you mutter, taking another big sip from the glass bottle and ranpo hums, the feeling of touching your cold skin too overpowering but he knows he has to answer, he can see the way you are blinking more then you do normally, he always does see every minute detail which any ordinary person does not.

"don't ask too much questions, you'll know when we are there dumb girl of mine." ranpo sighs fondly, the nickname feeling just right on his tongue, "would you mind telling me what happened with daddy dearest this time?"

he takes the lollipop out of his mouth which glistens and you turn your head to admire the outside scenery.

"don't wanna study the course he wants me to. i thought we would have some kind of compromising from both sides, i worked my ass off to end into the university he wanted me too -- so don't i get to have the liberty to choose what i want to pursue now?" your voice slightly raises as you speak but you notice it, sadly, not before ranpo does, and you try to calm yourself.

"so in anger, i told him i would rather just end up as a stripper and we had a fight, he said this is all he has left to see . . . to see his daughter on the lap of a rich yet old geezer as i smooch off of him and i stormed out of the house after this and yeah, then i called you and now we are here." you shrug, wanting to portray the image that you don't care about your father's words, his approval and his opinions but the very man sitting beside you is the same man who has seen you cry as you rant about your father more times then you would like to admit to.

"tell daddy dearest you won't be sitting on the lap of a old geezer," ranpo spoke after keeping his silence all this while and when you turn your head to stare at him, perplexed, your breath is caught in your chest at the sight of ranpo staring straight ahead yet with a charming smirk on his face, lollipop stick between his teeth as he licked the candy.

ranpo slightly turns his head to look at you, winking, "you will be sitting on my lap."

ranpo may not be an ordinary human but he is still a human or else why hasn't he bended you on the hood of his car and fucked you dumb yet?

you clear your throat, sudden shyness crawling inside your brain and making you look down, biting your lip to resist the smile from spreading on your face -- you don't know why, but you feel if you smiled now, you would be the most vulnerable ranpo has ever seen you yet he already has or else how would he know what buttons are to be pushed at what time to stimulate the most satisfying reaction.

"anyways, i think you should move out. like for once and for all, of course you should keep on visiting him, my dumb girl loves her daddy dearest too much to abandon him but," ranpo pauses to run his hand through his bangs, brushing them to the side before he continues again, "living in your own place will give you the peace you yearn for, it isn't worth to live with someone you love on the expense of your mental health. your mental health affects your physical health too."

at times like this, ranpo's voice drops a few octave and loses the childish and playful element it normally holds, the arrogance in his voice now and at normal times can be explained with a simple example of this being the way a man who is far too different from the world, excelling in every field, talks and at those normal times is of a genius too humble to be on the high horse presents himself as easy going.

"yeah, but the thing is, i don't know if i should go with my own wishes or his -- he has been right all along and even if it sucked at first, i always ended up being grateful for listening to him in the end--" ranpo shuts you up by pulling the lollipop out of his mouth and shoving it in your mouth, forcing you to be aware of the sweet taste of the candy covered in his saliva and you know you are weird for this but the thought itself makes you want to moan out, though you don't.

rather you focus your eyes on ranpo, the way he likes it.

"listen, life isn't a project you need to submit which always expects you to get good results, it's a . . . personal hobby. you do right? good for you. you do wrong? better luck next time. in most cases, not always but most, you will not die if the decision you made is wrong. sure there will be consequences and pain as well but the satisfaction you'll get when your next decision was taken while keeping the downfall of the previous one in mind? that feeling is better then any alcoholic drink and even more addicting for its just as short, leaving you wanting for more. this is why we strive for success, for the short termed satisfaction, living your life your way has a very similar purpose."

you nod, paying your utmost attention to his words as you pull the lollipop out of your mouth to see it covered in your saliva, you take a deep breath, finding his words easy to understand before once again putting the very small ball of lollipop again in your mouth.

you hum to let him know you somewhat agree with his words, the remaining part of you is still in fear but ranpo knows you'll once again ponder on his words, once when you are all alone in the unhealthy hours of night when you should be sleeping.

ranpo spares you a short glance, heart jumping in his ribcage as he sees you staring out of the window, your cheek puffed up due to you keeping the lollipop in such a position.

"my sweet sweet girl, i could just eat you up." ranpo cooed before he announced, "we are here,"

and you immediately look at the front for only one sole reason, to hide your flustered state from his keen eyes but when you look back at him with eyes wide in awe, you see the smirk on his face which just told you all you need to know, he had seen it, the way arousal is choking and forcing your breath down your throat, not letting you breath freely.

up front, many cars are parked, cars never interested you much but were rather a complex topic so you never bothered to put much effort to know about it but yet by one glance, you knew most of these cars present here were expensive ; on another side the ground was reserved by cool looking motorcycles and bikes and the automobiles formed a kind of border inside which stood many spectators and participants from what you could muster up yet why were there tire prints on the asphalt in the shape of a semi circle?

your question was answered when you see one car driving to the centre at full speed before it begins to drift, the screeching of the tire, the dust flying in the air, the flashing of cameras and phones and the people cheering all made you stare at the scene infront with wide eyes filled to the brim with awe and amazement for you had never seen such a sight like this.

this is the place between day and night, reality and imagination and ah, dangerous, but these adjectives can be used to describe the man next to you too and you know that as long as you are within ranpo's reach, he would find a way to always protect you so why not enjoy the moment?

"is this where you come to every night?" your voice sounds soft and quiet admist the rowdy crowd and ranpo nods, driving further and away from the small show which stole your attention.

"well not every night but most nights." ranpo corrects you, humming in disinterest as he perhaps only spared a single glance to the various stuff going on and continued on driving till he found what he was searching for ; the heart of the side show. you never bothered to ponder about how those people would feel who don't have ranpo's green pupils on them for the majority of the time they are with him, you'll never be one of them anyway so why worry about something so trivial according to ranpo.

in exactly the middle of the empty roads used for today's side show stood many, many people and behind them just as many cars were parked.

ranpo picks your abandoned leather jacket and placed it on your shoulders and none of you miss the way he lets his fingertips drag across your skin while doing so yet none of you speak about it as well. he leaned close to you; you gulped when you felt his chest brush against your arm as he moved to open the door on your side for you before sitting properly again and taking the plastic bag still filled with snacks due to the quantity he bought them in, placing them on the back seats once again.

"out." ranpo grins as he commanded you and you chuckle, feeling a lot better and once again internally appreciating ranpo for having this effect on you which can make you feel better when with him no matter how sad you were before, dropping the lollipop stick on the ground before you stepped on it, stepping out of the porche.

the cold air hits your skin and litters it with goosebumps and you waste no time in wearing your leather jacket again, it certainly did help your upper torso from being attacked by the merciless cold breezes. ranpo steps out of the car, and you feel him inhaling a deep breath before he begins walking over to you and pulled you closer to him by the back of your leather jacket.

he stood behind you and encircled your waist with his arms, pulling you closer to him and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, sighing in content, clasping his hands together to have you caged against him.

"shit, today's preety chilly, you sure you won't freeze, my dumb girl? want me to warm you up?" ranpo teased but you did not answer, rather your focus was stolen by the people who cheered as they circled something.

"what's happening over there?" your curiosity can't be hidden as you tilt your head back to look up at ranpo.

"wanna see? let me feed your curiosity, dumb girl." ranpo whispered, there is this urge in him to touch you and so he does by separating his joined hands, he raised his hand to your neck and trailed his middle finger down your throat before sighing as if annoyed by whatever intrupted him, which in this case happened to be his desire to give you everything and anything you ask for, ranpo's hand came to rest on your hip as he pulled you alongside him towards the circle of people to let your eyes drown in the scene unfolding.

but he knows you won't be paying your utmost attention to the scene as his thumb is rubbing circles on your hip, pressing hard against the fabric of the skirt to let you be aware of his movements, and if you didn't look at the scene in front, you would have certainly fed ranpo's satisfaction by looking flustured, the way he likes it.

there were two cars -- again, you didn't know a single thing about them but that didnt stop you from admiring the way they were drifting -- the entire scene looked so cool with dust flying off with the circular motion of the car, the first car had some kind of gang flag on it which waved when the wind hits it while from the second car, a guy hanged from the window of the passenger's seat, waving his hand to get the crowd to cheer on, looking like a dj who is controlling the beats with his hand only, this place is far more exciting then a club can ever be.

your lips parted in awe and ranpo who didn't deem the scene as amazing or wonderful as you as he rather preferred to stare down at you and your amusing expressions, didn't waste any time before he gently shoved his finger inside your mouth, leaning near you to whisper,

"i can see the admiration in your eyes, does this look cool to your dumb brain, hm?" ranpo whispered in your ear, voice dropping down a few octaves yet again as he couldn't help but chuckle a bit when you swirled your tongue around his finger before he jerked it out of your mouth, reaching between your thighs and rubbing his finger between your thighs before once again backhugging you as he placed his chin on your shoulder.

"can you do this too?" you ask, eyes not daring to look away from the cars infront of you for only one reason, you don't have the courage to look at ranpo whose head is tilted towards you.

"i can do much cooler stuff." ranpo scoffed, finding your words offending in a playful way and he made sure to let you realise it by biting down on your shoulder, the warm and wet feeling of his teeth lightly sinking on your shoulder made you gasp and your eyes wandered around to see if anyone noticed or not but a fact you aren't aware of is that even if someone did notice you two, they chose to pretend not to for as sweet and caring ranpo is to you he is just as dangerous and arrogant to the others.

"eyes at the front or are you too dumb to do this?" the low tone of his made your stomach churn with desire as you felt yourself grow embarrassed for liking the way he talks to you, the wetness between your legs becoming even more evident to you.

"how dare you, my dumb girl, compare me to these idiots? are you trying to live up to your nickname?" ranpo's hot breath hitting the shell of your ear is something you never knew could turn you on but then again, with ranpo, normal logic disappears to give way to desire.

the dust flying caused by the cars flew into your eyes and you hissed, closing your eyes and instinctly taking a step back, ass bumping into ranpo's crotch slightly.

"can't even trust you to stay safe. my dumb girl really can't function without me, can she?" ranpo rasped out, grabbing your nape with his hand gently and guiding you to tilt your head up to see your eyes painfully screwed shut and with a tut leaving his lips, ranpo's fingerpad trailed from your cheekbone to your temple as he caressed it.

"open your eyes, sweet girl." ranpo sweetly instructed, he knew how to push you absolutely over the edge, picking at you one moment and then caressing you the next, giving you absolutely everything at your fingertip then snatching it from you till you had begged him enough, satisfied him enough.

upon opening your teary eyes due to the dust particles entering your eyes, you definitely didn't think the sight greeting you would be the visibility of desire in the form of blush on ranpo's cheeks nor his teeth pressing down on his bottom lip.

how cute you look, looking up at him with so much trust and admiration as if you trust him with your life, as if you are a worshipper looking up at her god. you were absolutely essential for ranpo and his ego, he feasted upon you and your awe for him.

ranpo, unlike you, doesn't relish or tries to find replicated pleasure and happiness in alcohol but he can understand your occasional dependency on them for he feels the addiction he has with your praises and wooing you with his intelligence to be the same you feel towards alcohol.

you blinked a few times to get the dust out of your eyes before ranpo decided to tease you by blowing at your eyes, his warm breath hitting your eyelid made your heart stop before it unexpectedly thumped in your chest, hearing ranpo snicker only made you clench your thighs together to feel the very short lasting moment of pleasure, to add to the arousal beginning to demand your attention are ranpo's eyes which stared down as you gulped before you parted your lips to let out the words which your desire and carnal dominated mind lured you into speaking,

"why are you so offended? maybe you should show me if you really are better then them." were you adding gasoline to the fire of desire or to the passion in your own heart? you aren't sure.

but ranpo was.

your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to restrain a smile from spreading onto your lips was a give away that you are begging for him to put you in your place.

"your mouth should be opened only to sing praises for me." ranpo pretended to sigh tiredly before he stood straight, his fingers clasping around your forearm as he began to pull you away from the crowd and towards his car, he glanced at you over his shoulder, smirking arrogantly when he saw the small ounce of confusion swirling in your eyes, "what? as you said, i will show you why you sing praises for me."

you bite your bottom lip but only nod, excited yet you wondered how and what he would do and like the gates of a dam being busted open, ranpo suddenly became aware of the sweatbeads on his nape which trailed down slowly, the expression on your face looked so sweet for him to not ruin. no, he had to ruin it, ruin you. and hence, ranpo increased his pace, dragging you with him.

once his car was in his vicinity, ranpo didn't waste a second in unlocking the car, opening the passenger's door and nearly pushing you inside it, your back hits the seat and you gulp again, if ranpo could take away your nervousness then he is also the one who can install nervousness ten times greater then the previous one in you.

he grabbed the roof of the car with his hand and leaned down to look at you, still smirking though the traces of frustration could be seen peeking out behind his very practiced and perfected lazy looking eyes.

"inside the car and don't make me repeat myself." ranpo gritted his teeth, smirking angrily, most likely due to the pain of his sudden restriction of movements and appearance of boner after seeing your leather jacket sliding off your shoulder, your clueless eyes on him making him feel as if he is the only one alive right now, lord, it's all too much for him to not loose control.

upon feeling strands of your hair falling infront of your hair and blocking your vision, you try to blow on it and that's all ranpo needed to be pushed over the realm of his self control.

"fuck," ranpo tilted his head back, breathlessly chuckling, aware of the desire pulsating through his body and its bony and nimble fingers trailing up and down ranpo's chest before stopping at his lower abdomen.

ranpo had practically slammed the car door shut as he hurried to walk and enter the driver's seat, carelessly and loudly closing the door on his side too before putting the keys in the ignition of the car.

he stepped on the pedal but your mind did not allow you to focus on the details of how ranpo began to driver further straight, away from the crowd for all you could focus on was the dent in his pants, the wetness between your own panties and the short living pleasure you are getting from bouncing one of your legs while your thighs are clenched together.

he always does this, ranpo is not a man of seduction but the god of arousal, he isn't a mere human who teases you here and there and leaves you to pleasure yourself at night with your imagination, he makes sure to toy with your carnal desires to such an extent that it becomes painfully obvious, you become desperate to an embarrassingly high degree and makes sure your desires for him clutch you in such a way that your measly imagination couldn't even touch the walls of satisfaction in you, the walls which will only be broken when ranpo himself decides to initiate and leave his touches on you.

like a snake, ranpo parks the car, pulling the key out before he got out of it, not even looking at you because how can he when he is in immediate need of fresh and cold air hitting and controlling his hot and sweaty skin. the fire of desire only increased however and so did his frustration caused by arousal when he saw you still sitting in the car, eyes following his every move as you waited for his instructions and as much as his heart swelled at how adorably you behave, his dick throbbed just as painfully and demanded his attention, demanded to be shoved into you and make you cry out.

ranpo doesn't waste time in walking over to your side, grabbing the door handle with his slightly shivering fingers and pushing the door open to see you, he grabs you thigh to pull you towards him, the feeling of his fingers around your thigh makes you unconsciously clench your thighs and by this gesture of your shyness infront of him, you had also trapped his hand between both of your thighs.

"out now, preety girl. i'll make you scream tonight." ranpo doesn't claim but predicts the future, your future which he has written.

you step out of the car, almost leaping out with the way ranpo was pulling your thigh, only leaving your skin when you had stepped out of the car and immediately crashes his lips on yours, pushing you against the door of the car to close it by using your body weight as the force as his greedy hands extends upwards to fondle with your boobs; you gasp, then try to push your clevage forwards more and giving him an open invitation to play with you however way he might want to.

ranpo's teeth lightly grazes your bottom lip before he licked it and began to suck on it.

ranpo did not separate from your mouth but pulled you away from the car door by taking steps backwards, hands latched onto your waist to make sure you have no choice but to be extremely close to him and for that you had to walk with him too, with each step he took back, he made you take a step forward -- in perfect harmony.

it was when ranpo felt his back hitting against the hot hood of his car when he separated from your mouth, a thin trail of saliva connecting both of your lips before ranpo leaned in again to peck your lips.

in the short moment in which he spared you with mercy, you were able to, from your peripheral vision, make out that you two are currently standing at a deserted spot and not many would come here judging by the poor conditions of the streetlights, many of which aren't even working.

not that anyone would want to miss the side show to come to this abandoned area but when has ranpo ever been just a mere 'anyone', ranpo's thinking starts where the thinking of a normal humans ends, there are no limits to him and his intellect.

"gonna be a good girl for me?" ranpo's lips brush past yours with each word he spoke, raising his eyes to peek up at your expression but not bothering to raise his head and move away from the comfort of your lips molding against his had made you hump against his leg between your thighs for the man had been leaning back on the hood of the car with only one purpose -- to check when the temperature of the hood dropped enough to deem comfortable for you.

you could only hum in response as the man had you in a chokehold ; in his chokehold but to ranpo's ears, your hum sounded a bit too close to a whine and it made blood rush to his dick once again, urging for his immediate attention.

fortunately for ranpo, the hood had dropped the temperature and he immediately, without a warning, turned you two around to shift your positions.

"then fucking show me." ranpo almost growled, hands abandoning your waist to grab your hip and twirl you, turning you around before he placed his palm flat against your back and pushed you down on the hood of his car.

your chest pressed against the hood of the car or how anyone coincidently walking in could catch you two in this position was the least of your concern; ranpo pushed your skirt up and immediately chuckled at the wetness evident through your laced panties, finger hooking the waistband but he doesn't pull on it yet.

"be a good girl for me and take it all, yeah?" ranpo makes sure to hear your opinion before he begins, mind not too clouded by desire to turn a deaf ear to your feelings.

"please, give it to me, give it all. you know i can take it." you beg once the moderate hotness of the hood began to inflict pleasure on whatever part of your upper body is exposed.

"yeah, my dumb girl can take me, i am sure." ranpo growled again, primitive stage of carnal desires taking over his entire body and he leaned forwards, you could feel the shape of his painfully erected cock on the back of your thigh as ranpo had leaned forwards and towards your ear, "and even if she can't, i'll make her take me, yeah? would you like that?"

ranpo's lip part to let his wet appendage out, licking the shell of your ear and allowing you to feel the sensation of his warm tongue which left your ear shell wet and immediately the same spot which ranpo licked was attacked by the merciless cold breezes of the night, coating your ear with a slight coldness.

you were not sure to whether appreciate the warm hood under you which embraces your body or ranpo's light and feather like nibbling on your earlobe or if you should try to wiggle a bit and use your luck, seeing if you could feel the shape of his shaft on your asscheeks but before you could even apply your luck, ranpo grunted, a hand reaching down to hold the back of your thigh to hold you in place. any and every movement is painful for him, he could feel your skirt brushing against his groin as his hypersensitivity only raised and raised.

ranpo hisses through his gritted teeth, hands slithering along your skin from the plush of your ass to your inner thigh to incredibly close to your cunt, just near the hem of your panties.

"please fuck me ranpo!" your voice raises, begs after begs leaving your lips were the gasoline fueling ranpo's fire of his ego and desire and in just one yet precise movement, ranpo pulled your panties down, letting them hang on your knees as he looked down to see your slick evident on them, he snickered yet again, never getting bored of your pathetic display of desire for him, rather, with each time ending, he craves more and more for the next one. be it in any way, sexual or romantic.

ranpo's fingertip, is cold like the rest of his finger, courtesy of the chilly night wind, it glides easily against your already wet cunt, tracing the outline of your outer lips before he enters the same cold finger inside of your entrance, letting you feel the coldness clinging onto his finger and letting your cunt warm it as he thrusts in and out of you.

a moan breaks through you, the initial intrusion inside your wet and hot cunt bringing you nothing but pleasure on a high scale which only increases at an impressing rate when ranpo adds in a second finger.

both the fingers -- the index and middle finger thrusts in you, curling and twisting inside to produce more and more pleasure to you only for the result which consists of you shamelessly moaning out his name, crying out in pleasure, begging him to not stop, to utterly ruin you to his liking.

and it is when ranpo begins to strech you out by scissoring you that you realise the man behind you is the owner to deep, deep patience and self control because if only you could look over your shoulder, you would be able to see how hard ranpo is glaring down, mesmerized by his two digits knuckles deep in you before he pulls them out to see your slick and wetness running down the length of his fingers and onto his palm.

a particular breeze hitting your bare cunt had made you gasp and ranpo took the chance to tease you, leaning down, pulling his fingers out till only the tip was inside you, he had tilted his head down to whisper in your ear, lips brushing your earlobe.

"you look cold, let me warm you up, yeah? you want me to warm you up, dumb girl?" ranpo chuckled when you nodded for he could just close his eyes and picture your reaction but nevertheless, he did what he wanted to push you over the edge as the live reactions you showed are always better then when he lets his imagination run free and loose.

ranpo thrusted both of his fingers inside you again, the squelching sound as your cunt drowned his fingers in it made you bite your lip, your brain not exactly realizing how filthy you two would look to anyone accidently walking in for whenever ranpo worked on you, he did it in such way where your attention would be only on him and the pleasure he inflicts on you

his other hand which was on your back till now to ensure it was arched properly, left its spot on the centre of your back to fiddle with his belt.

you heard the metal click, then felt ranpo pulling his fingers out and wiping them on your inner thigh and only a matter of one minute later, your body shuddered in excitement for his tip rubbed against your edges, trying to gather as much slick as it could to work in the place of lube to ensure that extra safe entry inside you because even if ranpo liked seeing you choke on his dick, stutter absolute nonsense while being on his dick and cry as he fucks you, ranpo only likes it when he knows those acts are done due to the unbearable pleasure, not pain.

for as cold ranpo is to others, he is just as attentive to you; for as uninterested ranpo is with the way his family runs their business, with the way the eyes of most higher class people and successful companies are on him, he is just that interested in you and knowing about your day even if most are the same boring routine.

for just the same way he is seen as a desirable bachelor in the upper class society, ranpo desires you the same way, lusts after you the way many lust over him.

and the way humankind loves to be treated as god, to walk into mouths of danger and doom in the name of betterment of the human race, ranpo loves you the same way.

"please fuck me ranpo! please let me forget about everything else but your dick inside me . . . please do me, i just wanna be your's tonight!" your begging reaching ranpo's ears were the symphony of angels themselves, you were the world class maestro and ranpo was the spectator, always at awe of you and the way you controlled the orchestra which is him, his mind, his heart, his soul.

you hadn't noticed him rubbing his dick on your inner thigh, too absorbed in your begging, your act of submission, your desire to please him until you felt him ramming inside you with such force that it made you jerk forwards.

"for tonight? preety girl is so fucking focused on wanting to get fucked that she forgot how to speak? yeah?" ranpo tsked, hand coming up to grab both of your wrist and pinning them above your head, on the hood of the car as he thrusts in and out without a break for even a single second because ranpo is just as cruel as he is kind.

just as insecure as he is arrogant and just as inexperienced in love as mature in life.

your cheek planted against the hood of the expensive car, wrists pinned above your head and ranpo's free hand reaching forwards to rub your clit with a touch so gentle that you can't even feel it fully is making sure you don't stop, moaning after moaning, whimpers after whimpers and cries after cries, you are the instrument ranpo is intended on performing the entire night and this mini concert of him for him should not be stopped for even a moment.

well not atleast till you are not you but a putty under ranpo, tired beyond understanding but still not giving up on chanting praises directed to him.

"you are not mine for tonight only. you are mine today, tomorrow and forever. ya hear me, you dumb thing? you belong to me, your place is beside me till i take my last breath. have it drilled into your dumb little mind." ranpo gritted out and his thrusts also got harder, violent and quicker, the force of them was enough to jerk your body forwards before he suddenly slows down, opting for slow yet deep thrusts.

his tip hits that one gummy spot which has you nearly screaming and with the next thrust, his rubbing on your nub got faster, ranpo dropped his head on your shoulder, lips next to your mouth to let you hear his gasps and pants, the sound sounding even more hotter when combined with the wet and skin on skin sounds.

ranpo's grip on your wrists tightened and he leaned his head down to bite down on your shoulder again but he didn't bother to be gently or playful now, oh no, this time it's his raw desires which will be left imprinted on your skin for days so that whenever your eyes fall on this mark, this stamp of his ownership on you, you can't help but think of tonight and desperately try your best to re live this night but both him and you know that only he can give you the same pleasure again.

ranpo's thrusts are precise, he knows when to go fast and when to slow down to make sure you loose your mind, letting you get close to having an orgasm and as he felt your walls clenching around his cock, he stopped for a few seconds before restarting his thrusts in a slower pace.

"please, please, let me cum! ranpo, pleas -- aah." to put an end to your begging for he knows he won't be listening to them now, ranpo had sinked his teeth down on the side of your neck, making you moan in pain due to being bitten but the pleasure of his tongue which worked at the same time to dampen your skin.

"dumb girl only cares about cumming huh? well, sweet girl, i have sad news for you." ranpo speaks against your neck with faux sadness though the grin on his face showed he is anything but sad, "you don't get to cum till i say so, you will listen to me right? you will listen and continue to be my good girl right?" ranpo croaked out.

"y-yeah." you sniffed, the way you could feel yourself reaching the edge, the knot of your stomach about to come undone many times only for ranpo to stop, to snatch your bliss away from you before giving you the same bliss again and once again, snatching it. it's like a game for him, watching your eyes roll back and lips part open as your pussy clenches tightly around him before he plays his mean joke to watch you practically deflate like a balloon only for him to inflate you again.

it was pleasurable but frustrating too, leading tears to pool in your eyes, lips pouty as you gasped and whimpered and this was the sight that ranpo deemed as a delight, the coolness for his eyes, to see you so bothered because of him, for him.

and finally, after rejecting you of your orgasm for the fourth time, ranpo finally decided to have pity on you only because he wanted to cum too and watch you loose your mind over him.

he hoists one of your legs upwards so that your knee is planted on the hood of the car, knowing his dumb girl is too fucked and deep in pleasure to balance herself and so he takes it upon himself to make sure you remain in this new position by having a firm grip on the back of your knee, nails digging into your skin and leaving crescent marks but he knows you like it.

he has observed you tracing your fingers over the many marks he leaves on you with a shy smile on your face.

ranpo's thrust in this new position had you seeing stars and digging your nails into your palm, filling his time repeatedly abuse your g-spot, your body jerked forwards as you cry his name out, ranpo's hand holding your leg left you on your own.

"my good girl, hold yourself like this yeah?" he instructed and once he saw you nod though he doubts you had actually heard him properly, ranpo's hand wandered down to flick your bud before he rubbed it with his thumb, quickly and with urgency for nothing sounded more better then watching your body shake as you heavily orgasm around his cock, coating it with your cum.

"ranpo! ah, ah i am cumming ranpo! ranpo!" you close your eyes, moaning out as the knot in your stomach is stronger then ever and if you don't release this, you'll practically loose the strength in your body. the way his thumb rubbed your clit and the way his thrusts hitted at such an angle that that hitted your g-spot with gurantee had caused your voice to increase its frequency, your moans and mewls swallowing any other sound just the same way your pussy swallowed his dick.

"cum for me, now." ranpo demanded and this was the last tug on the knot in your stomach before it snapped in half and you loudly moaned, cumming hard.

your entire body shook but your lips remained parted as drool dripped down your chin and onto the expensive hood of his car, normally, you would be too nervous to even slam the door of his car yet now the nervousness and concerns don't appear in your brain for all your brain chooses to focus on is ranpo's grunts and soft gasps as he slams in and out of you, his hip hitting against your ass.

ranpo leans his mouth down to litter your shoulder which is the most accessible for him, with kisses as his thrusts are merciless and have an air of urgency to them.

he thrusts into you whose body went limp after the strong orgasm as if relaxing and trying to overcome the intense pleasure, again, inhaling sharply as thick ropes of white liquid shoots out of his cock and paints your walls as if painting you, his grip on your wrist tightening even more painfully and you feel like your bones will crack if not break if his grip tightness any more now.

"my good girl, so good for me." ranpo breaths out, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he cums, a soft whine relasing from his lips.

ranpo remained buried inside you for a minute or two before pulling out, pupils dilated at the sight of your pussy dripping with his cum mixed with your's, it was as if this sight is hypnotizing him; ranpo swiped some of the dripping cum with his index finger before stuffing it inside you and pulling your panties up.

"don't take it off, if you do, i'll teach you a lesson infront of everyone." the warning leaving his lips is humilatingly arousing as ranpo pulls you up by pulling your hair, turning you by your hip to face him again.

"you don't want anyone else seeing how dumb you are on my cock, do you?" ranpo raises his eyebrows, looking down at you with a smirk and something about the sight of you shaking your head, still barely in your senses with sweat covering your face made you look so cute and sweet that ranpo had no choice but to give in to his desire and lean down to kiss you, cupping your jaw and caressing it with him thumb before grabbing your jaw tightly.

"let me show ya just how better i am then those idiots you found cool and how better i am then that dumb old daddy dearest of your's." ranpo whispered against your lips, pecking it then abusing your lips by sucking on your bottom lip before he separated from you begrudgingly and guiding you towards the passenger's seat by your jaw which he hadn't released from his grip till now.

once you were seated inside the car, ranpo leaned inside to kiss the part he had in his grip, grabbing your hand and gently massaging your palm with his thumb.

"be my good girl, you always are, but still be on your best behavior, gonna take you back to mine and pamper you now, you gonna let me, preety girl?" ranpo had leaned a bit back to look at your face, admiring it like he does every time he meets you before staring into your eyes for his eyes speaks to your's on a level so intimate that it could not be described in words.

"if it isn't a bothe-" your words remained at the tip of your tongue when ranpo leaned in to peck your lips before he made himself clear.

"you are never a bother but my passion, not even a responsibility, ya hear me? you are my fucking passion. you will never be a bother to me ever so get it drilled in your preety, dumb brain."

you may have just been under ranpo just a few seconds ago, moaning and whimpering, but it's these gentle actions of his which actually gets you bashful to no limits for this is when the fragments of the wall he built for the world to perceive crumbles down, leading you to see the real ranpo edogawa in all his flesh and glory, the raw realness of the man who is hidden behind thick walls.

ranpo sighs fondly, gently flickering your forehead before he leans in again to capture your lips against his, addicted and at the mercy of his heart which follows you around like a lost puppy for ranpo edogawa has always been the man who bows down when in love.

and you have always been the one to make sure the ground beneath him is clean before he bowed to you because this is who you are at your core, ranpo's good girl.

━━━━━━━ 💋 end.

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intheticklecloset · 6 months

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Hii! Aaaa this is such a cute idea, okok

For the lemonade thingy, may I please do watermelon and "going to the beach"? For the fandom, I was thinking Bungo Stray Dogs! My initial plan was to ask for Atsushi and Akutagawa, but considering you mentioned getting burnt out on them, may I ask for Dazai and Kunikida if you do get burnt out?

I don't really have any sentence starters in mind, but I trust your ability as a writer! Your fics are always the best >u< Thankies so much~!

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

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“Tell me you’re not wearing that coat on the beach, Ryu.”

“You know I am.”

Atsushi did know, and despite how out of place he knew it would make his boyfriend look, he understood why he insisted on wearing it. They’d be in a public place, surrounded by potential threats. He needed – wanted – to have it on him.

“All right,” the weretiger conceded, putting his prepacked beach bag by the door and turning to face his partner with a small smile. “But before we go out there and you roast alive inside that thing…can I at least see you shirtless in here?”

Akutagawa paused. He considered for a long few moments, then slowly shrugged out of his black overcoat and draped it gently across the bed. Thin white fingers moved to the top button of his shirt, sliding to each next one slower than the last. By the time he’d reached the last two, he’d stopped entirely, visibly torn.

“Weretiger…”

“It’s okay,” Atsushi said hurriedly, moving to stand in front of him, wrapping his arms around his partner’s waist. “You don’t have to. I’m impressed you got that far, actually.”

Akutagawa seemed to relax, relieved he wasn’t being pressured into taking a step he wasn’t entirely ready for. “One day,” he promised.

“I know,” Atsushi murmured, kissing his cheek. “Don’t rush yourself, all right? Only when you’re ready, Ryu.”

Akutagawa kissed him to show his gratitude, wrapping his arms around Atsushi’s shoulders.

Atsushi kissed him back for a minute, then pulled away and grinned. “You know, you did get most of the shirt unbuttoned.”

“I did.”

“Which means you’ve given me access to most of your upper body.”

“…weretiger?”

Atsushi slipped his fingers into Akutagawa’s open shirt, gently scribbling along his upper ribs, fully prepared for the struggling that would follow. He giggled along with his boyfriend as they collapsed onto the bed together, Atsushi on top, tickling easily and ruthlessly as Aku grunted and whimpered and essentially did everything in his power not to laugh.

“Come on, Ryu,” Atsushi teased softly, grasping his wrists and pushing them above his head when he tried to fight back, his free hand shifting into a half-tiger form with long, unbearably ticklish claws. He raked them gently along his boyfriend’s skin, but it was enough to make Akutagawa very nearly scream as he finally dissolved into raspy laughter.

“Gahahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohohohohop, weretihihihihihiger!” he cried, face lit up in a bright smile despite himself. He struggled uselessly, though it was clear he wasn’t uncomfortable with the situation. Just caught off-guard. “I hahahahahahahahate you!”

“I just want to see you smile,” Atsushi cooed, purposely digging his claws in a little rougher, searching for the ultimate weak spots along the backs of Akutagawa’s ribs, enjoying how his struggling turned more frantic, his laughter more panicked.

“Nohohohohoho, no! Dohohohohon’t – not thahahahahahat spot, plehehehehehehease, weretiger!” Akutagawa begged, eyes alight with something akin to playfulness. Then his partner found the sweet spot, and he arched his back and screeched, “NOHOHOHOHOHO!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUHUHUHUHUHUCK, STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP IT!!”

Atsushi smiled lovingly down at him as he writhed and cackled. “But I’m not going to get to do this all day. I want to get my fill now, Ryuunosuke~” He whispered the last word directly in his boyfriend’s ear, knowing it would make him go crazy.

Sure enough, Akutagawa howled with mirth, kicking uselessly and trying to squirm out of Atsushi’s grip, his adorable dimples finally making their appearance. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, ATSUSHI!! ANYWHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE BUT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Atsushi eventually moved on to tickle other spots, but not before he leaned down to soak up all of Akutagawa’s rare, crazed laughter with a passionate kiss.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #bungo stray dogs #bsd #akutagawa ryuunosuke #atsushi nakajima #shin soukoku #sskk #playful #cute #fluff #tickling #ticklish #tickle #not burnt out on shin soukoku yet!#decided to make it a “prepping for the beach” one since i've written a couple actually ON the beach already lol #i think it turned out pretty cute ^^

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looseratinthegarage · 2 years

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Can you make a part 2 on the puppy love one?

Puppy crush pt2

Your wish is my command! Enjoy the cuteness <3

You giggle at the little one's behavior. Your mate gently grasps your hand and removes it from his jaw.

“You tricky little thing…” he growled fondly.

You shrug and he swoops in, starting to ruthlessly tickle you. You writhe in his grasp and try to push him away. But let’s be real, you're human and he’s yautja. So he didn’t move an inch. You slap at his arm and laugh uncontrollably.

“I can’t breathe-” You gasp out, while you laugh silently.

He giggles at your now red face and decides to be merciful. He retracts one of his hands and places it on his knee, then places the other on the back of your neck.

“You’re evil,” you joke, catching your breath.

“And you are beautiful…” he leans in and places his forehead to yours.

You softly smile and close your eyes happily. You love him so much.. His smell, the way his skin feels, the way he purrs when he’s happy, how he treats you when you're both together. he’s perfect.

“Nahr!” Someone calls out to him.

He opens his eyes and squints at you. “I will not fall for your tricks again.” He poked your soft face with his tusk.

You open your eyes and raise an eyebrow. “I didn’t ask them to say that-”

“Duel with me brother!” The yautja puffs out his chest.

Nahr lights up at this and looks towards his sibling. He looks at you, his eyes searching for something in yours.

“Go have fun, big boy.” You giggle and pat his wide chest.

He’s so sweet. He’s the best mate anyone could ask for.

He smiles lovingly then downs his c’ntlip and slams his fists down on the table. He powerfully stands up and approaches his brother. You pick up another chunk of meat from the large plate and bring it to your lips. You chew down on it and look off towards your mate. He headbutts his sibling, sending him to the ground. But you know a little knock in the head would deter a yautja. So his brother stands up and readies his stance. He swipes his sharp claws towards Nahr, neon green blood now dripping down from his brow.

“Ey! Not his pretty face! Don’t make me come down there and rip off your mandibles, Griin!” You shout, he groans and looks away.

You and the table begin to laugh. Nahr looks your way and winks. You roll your eyes fondly and sit back down.

After the fight your mate returns mildly bloody, while his brother is practically glowing. He sits back down next to you and rubs his head against yours.

“Let me clean you up,” you sigh and grab a cloth, wiping down his wounds.

You’re caught off guard by an uncontrollable yawn. You hastily cover your mouth trying to hide it. You didn’t want to spoil your mates' fun just because you were a little sleepy. He looks at you and gives a stern look.

“I’m fine,” you smile. “I can stay up longer.”

He squints at you and crosses his muscular arms. “Your body is telling you that you must rest,”

You sigh and pout. “I’m fine, just a little teeny-weeny bit sleepy.”

He growls and stands up, scooping you into his arms. You gasp and tightly hold onto him. He chuckles and places his forehead to yours.

“Farewell,” he gets the halls attention.

They place they’re claws to their chest and bow. He walks past and opens the doors once again. You look back and see the children very distressed. He shuts the door and begins to walk to your hut. A cold breeze blows past and you snuggle into his warm chest. Accidentally, you succumb to the darkness and fall asleep in his arms.

The next day wasn’t anything special. Your mate hunted, while you helped around the village. Luckily he was still here on yautja prime, just a couple miles away. You place the heavy basket of clothes to wash down for a moment. You stretch your arms and back, here and there hearing a pop or a crack. You groan and pick up the load. You trek down the small dirt hill and reach the stream. Clean water rushed through then calmed further down. But it wasn’t strong enough to sweep you away- well it could, but not dramatically or dangerously, you’d be taken a couple feet and be able to get out easily.

You place the woven basket down and sit on a boulder up against the waters edge. You take out your first loincloth and hold it under the water.

You hear little giggles behind you. You smile fondly and pretend not to hear them.

“Out of my way, fools!” A young feminine voice commands.

You turn around curiously and see the chieftains young daughter, she’s probably around six years old. She holds her head up high and the other children clear a path for her. She turns her head down and looks at you while you clean.

“You are attractive and useful to the clan.” She hands you a delicately made bracelet. “A token of my affections.” She states and walks away, just as proud and headstrong as before.

You freeze for a solid fifteen seconds trying to comprehend what just happened. You giggle and place the cute bone jewelry on your wrist. It actually fits nicely. You chuckle and shake your head. These kids are going to be the death of you.

You finish your chore and hang up all of the wet clean clothes to dry. You look over and see the chieftains daughter again, she’s bossing around some of the other children. You laugh and look towards the tree line. But sadly, your mate is not home yet, perhaps soon.

Nilar walks over to you and places a hand on your shoulder. “Could you help me grind up some herbs?” She asks.

“Oh, sure thing.” You smile and follow her over to the mortar and pestle.

You sit down next to her and begin grinding the plants in the stone bowl. You two sit in pleasant silence.

“Oh, where did you get that?” She asked and pointed at the bracelet.

“The chieftains daughter gifted it to me, I believe she is trying to court me.” I chuckle.

“My goodness, y/n, so popular with the pups.” She laughs heartily and shakes her head fondly.

You glance towards the tree line once more. You continue to help, then have to do a double take. Your mate walks out of the woods with a blood seeping sack over his shoulder. You place the mortar down and run over to him. He happily opens his arms and you jump into them. You wrap your legs around his torso and pepper his face with kisses.

“Welcome back, my love!” You say excitedly.

He chuckles and wraps his mandibles around your face as a loving gesture.

“I wish to bathe, would you accompany me, mate?” He asks.

“Oh I’d love to! I’m so achy and sore..” you groan and he laughs.

“Very well, a hot bath it is.” He nuzzles the side of his face into the crook of your neck as you walk.

#slashers #horror #slasher community #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #yautja #predator #predator x reader

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wrathofrats · 7 months

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We have trans ifrit…we have small dick ifrit…what about intersex ifrit though?

Giving ifrit every type of genitalia because fuck it we love him. What next? Tentacles? Two dicks? Who knows! You decide!

Anyways like 700 words of Ifrits wearing panties and zephyr is actually obsessed with him

Ifrit has both parts here and Zeph is amab nb as I usually write them. Have fun!

Zephyrs vision blurs.

They can smell ifrit, face held just inches away from his cunt by their hair. Smoke and musk and cinnamon invades their senses as they simply stare at his lace clad cunt in front of their face.

“Be good wisp, I’ll let you have it soon”

One hand gently digs into Zephyr's scalp. It’s less to hold them back as is it a guide, ifrit and Zeph both know they’d stay in their place with just the word. He could keep them there for hours if he really wanted to.

Ifrits other hand rubs his cock through his panties. The head peaks out the top, flushed and shiny with arousal. It kicks with every slow stroke and Zeph thinks they may be drooling as their eyes cross from the scent of him. They eye the dark patch that grows on his panties, salivating with the idea of getting their mouth on him.

Zephyr lets out a whimper, desperate to taste the fire ghoul.

“Drunk off of it already? addicted aren’t you sweetheart” ifrit thumbs lovingly at zephyrs hair.

“Tell me how much you want it”

“Please, need to taste you iffy, fuck want your cock on my tongue, addicted to it..” zeph whines. Their words jumble together through the fog in their brain and ifrit can’t help but to find them adorable like this. Sweet and stupid off of just the chance to taste him.

“Go ahead wisp” ifrit loosens his grip on zephyrs hair.

They lunge forward, hands moving to dig into ifrits thighs to pull him forward. They feel like a man starved, pure instinct overriding any sense of reality. A claw slashes through the lace, Zeph being too impatient to pull them down properly.

Ifrits grip tightens as they’re pulled back again with a hiss.

“Greedy, you know better” he tsks. Shame burns in zephs face, their gaze trained downward so as to not look ifrit in the eye. “Gotta be good to get what you want”

“M sorry, please-“ Zeph squirms. Their scalp burns as tears prick the corners of their eyes with the harsh grip.

“Poor things too stupid to know any better right? Know you didn’t mean it, just can’t help yourself” ifrit sounds sickly sweet, enough to make the hot knot of embarrassment in zephs stomach burn even more. It’s teasing the way ifrits cunt sits inches from their face, bare and wet just for them.

“Cock drunk, didn’t mean it just need you iffy” zeph whimpers.

Ifrit can’t stay mad at them forever. Not with the regretful look in their eye, not with the pathetic tinge to their voice. They look like a kicked puppy, innocent and sad because they weren’t allowed their fix.

Ifrit lets his grip up with a small permissive smile allowing Zeph to surge forward again. Their mouth and claws are back on him immediately, kneading into his plush thighs as they drink down the taste of his slick that’s been teasing them since they got his panties off.

A small moan escapes Ifrits lips as Zeph trails their mouth up his shaft, practically kissing their way up his skin before sucking slightly at the tip, savoring it,

“Fuck Zeph-“ ifrit bucks up into the sensation “don’t tease me baby”

They don’t respond besides in small noises as they work, barely even registering ifrits speaking to them. They’re lost in it, brain almost entirely reduced to thinking about worshiping what they have in front of them.

Zephyr trails a claw up his thigh, retracting it to sink two digits into his cunt. He’s long since soaked, practically dripping onto the bed and ifrit loses his grasp on control at that point. Just lets Zeph suck his cock with a couple fingers inside him, playing with him until he’s had his fix

#the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #ifrit ghoul #zephyr ghoul

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ticklygiggles · 1 year

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Day 4 - Ginny's birthday Extravaganza

A/N: This is my first time writing for this fandom and I'm happy it is a gift for my most beautiful girl @otomiya-tickles! I LOVE YOU NDKDNDJFKF

Summary: While Karlyle relishes on his new life, Ash makes an interesting discovery.

Waking up between Ash Jones' arms was still something Karlyle couldn't get used to. Seeing Ash's beautiful face when he opened his eyes in the morning always set free thousands of butterflies within him, especially when those pretty eyes were looking back at him so fondly and lovingly.

He started to enjoy staying in bed after the alarm rang off, cuddling with his boyfriend, enjoying a shower of kisses and praises that always set his face on fire. He loved Ash so tenderly, it scared him. When will the time come when Ash gets fed up with him? Would it be tomorrow or three years from now? In an hour or until the end of their days?

Just thinking about Ash telling him that he didn't love him anymore was enough to make him feel so anxious and scared of the future. A future without Ash in it… was that even possible?

But he knew it was stupid to have these thoughts. Ash loved him and Karlyle also loved him very much. It was useless to think about the things that could go wrong, he knew he should focus in the here and now with Ash kissing the crook of his neck and his warm, big hand resting in that spot that, somehow, always made him jump at the back of his ribs.

This was an important moment. The future could wait because now he had Ash and he wasn't going to let him go any time soon.

"Lyle?" Ash's voice was raspy and it made Karlyle's heart flutter. He looked up with a blush covering his cheeks and the bridge of his nose and Ash smiled warmly at him. "You know, I've noticed that if I touch a spot around here you- oh..."

Karlyle had barely time to register what was going on before he broke into a fit of sweet, bubbly and deep laughter. He jerked away from the tender touch on the back of his ribs and hid his face against Ash's chest.

Uh… what has happened?

"Karlyle," Ash said breathlessly, his eyes widening. "Are you ticklish?"

Karlyle was speechless as he tried to regain his breath. He looked up at Ash, his mouth trembling with a little smile.

Ash had barely brushed his fingers against that spot on his back, but he felt a strong urge to laugh as the weirdest of sensations assaulted him. So this was tickling?

Of course he had felt a little ticklish before. Sometimes Ash kissed his neck in a certain way that had him jerking a little. Sometimes Ash also touched his thighs too lightly and he felt like he wanted to crawl out of his skin, but it was never enough to make him laugh like this.

"I don't… I don't know? I've never- I didn't-"

Karlyle widened his eyes slightly when Ash leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss. His lover chuckled, pulling apart to nuzzle his nose against Karlyle's.

"Of course," he said tenderly. "Here, let me show you all about it."

"W-Wait, you- AHAHAHA! H-Hohohold ohon!"

Karlyle was startled when Ash's fingers were on the back of his ribs again, now attacking both sides with gentle pinches and clawing at the spot. Karlyle squirmed, pressing himself tighter against Ash's body, his hands desperately trying to reach back to stop Ash's playful ones.

This was crazy. This sensation was something Karlyle wasn't sure he had felt before, but there he was, laughing brightly like a stupid person as Ash tickled him.

"Karlyle, the back of your ribs seem to be very ticklish. What about the front?"

Karlyle threw his head back in hysterical laughter when he felt Ash's fingertips digging into the front of his ribs. Clawing against the spaces in-between and rubbing his thumbs against the sensitive bones.

"Ahahahash! Wahahahait, plehehease! Thahahat's- ahahaha!"

He was ruthless. Laughing along Karlyle, Ash tickled his ribs profusely, making Karlyle let out the most embarrassing sounds ever as he tried to escape Ash's clutches, but every time he was about to break free, his lover would wrap his arms around his waist and bring him right back into his tickly trap, making him shriek.

"Oh goodness, Lyle. How is it that I didn't know about this?" Ash asked as he clawed at Karlyle's belly, making him giggle brightly. "I still think your ribs are your most ticklish spot, but you seem very sensitive all over."

"Ahahahash! I dohohon't- ahahaha! Plehehease not thehehere!"

Yes, he also agreed on his ribs being the most ticklish, he wanted to scream whenever Ash's fingers found that spot. It was so overwhelming, but why was it also so fun?

Ash's fingers were gentle, fluttering from spot to spot having Karlyle confused as he tried to stop him. Ash's laugh filling his ears over his own laughter. Ash's embrace, preventing him from rolling away in the big bed. Everything was just… so perfect and fun for Karlyle, he thought he couldn't completely hate this.

But he felt a little out of breath.

"A-Ahahahash? Ple-hehehease! I cahahahan't!"

Ash chuckled and he finally stopped. Karlyle collapsed against him as he wrapped him tightly in an embrace. Soft kisses were pressed against his neck and he shivered slightly.

"... I told you to wait," Karlyle said with a little pout on his lips and Ash laughed, hugging him tighter.

"Ow, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself, look, I'll show you my weakest spot."

Karlyle turned around so he could face Ash again, his eyes widening slightly. "Will you?"

Ash chuckled, "yes! It's right here, you see?" He said, lifting his arm slightly to point the hidden spot under it. "But you gotta be careful because I'm very sens- pff- ahahaha! I'm tehehehelling y-you thahat- Kahaharlyle!"

That was definitely fun and the thoughts fogging his mind quickly went away, he definitely had to tickle Ash more often... even if that meant he would get tickled too. Not that he minded too much anyways.

#define the relationship #ash jones #karlyle frost #ash x karlyle #ticklish!Karlyle #tickle fic #mia's things #ginny's birthday extravaganza #ginny's week

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belle--ofthebrawl · 1 year

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Belle i am thinking thots about minute man mountain getting switched on. Now that he is older, his refactory period is longer & so, if his partner is nowhere near done; despite their epic foreplay session (not that he would ever leave a partner hanging); they guess he will just have to bottom for them now instead.

Rumor has it, Rain does it all the time on purpose. Mountain hasn't caught on yet.

(No warnings but Rain is very lovingly mean.)

"Don't you dare," Rain hisses, digging his claws into Mountain's shoulders. Mountain makes a truly pathetic sound, gritting his teeth as his hips buck awkwardly. He's not even halfway inside yet and he's so close, the pain hardly registers. He thinks, desperately, if he draws back, gets his cock out of Rain's little hole, the reprieve will give him enough time to, to-

His balls ache even more as they draw up on the backstroke. Rain doesn't even look mad anymore when Mountain dares a glance at him. Just…exasperated. His claws unpick themselves from Mountain's skin, going to scratch at his scalp. He shivers at the feeling, cock bobbing under its own weight as it gives a kick.

"You can't help it, can you?" Rain murmurs, rubbing at the sensitive place where horn met skin. "My poor puppy. You just get so excited, huh?"

The word pulls a low groan out of him, a noise only a beast would make and he ruts backs into Rain like one, so fast and firm that Rain's hands jump up to grab his horns as he's jolted across the bed. He slots his mouth across Rain's, tries to focus on the way he's moaning but everything's all too much, he's gonna, he's gotta-

He tries. Satan help him, he tries so hard to give Rain what he wants but it's too late. Been too late for a while. Mountain's whole body shakes when he tries to take himself out of that sweet warmth and when just the head remains in, Rain bears down on it and the feeling is so good he's cumming before he even realizes what's going on. He can't stop it.

"I'm, shit, Rain," he gasps, trying to slide in deeper so his cum will stay in Rain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're so good, I-"

Rain cuts him off with a kiss that punches him right in the gut, wrings a few more sprays out of him. He bucks a few more inches in, tries to aim for that spot Rain likes so much but it's too late. It's over.

Rain pets down his flank as Mountain recovers, looking extremely patient as Mountain collapses beside him. Puts a hand carefully over Mountain's soft, wet cock and pets that too.

Mountain shivers.

He thinks Rain will speak. Scold him, tell him what to do to make it better. But he just stares at Mountain with his beautiful, unreadable eyes and rubs a finger over the tip of his sensitive cock. Mountain cusses, lets his head fall back but doesn't try to get away. He knows better than that.

Finally, after an eternity spent watching Mountain shudder, Rain speaks.

"Ride me." He says. And it doesn't matter that Mountain's body still aches, that his legs will tremble to hold him up. That Rain will no doubt dig his claws into Mountain's hips until he leaves bruises, that Rain will target his sweet spot to see if he can make Mountain cum without getting hard. Mountain disappointed him. He's going to make things right.

Rain deserves it.

#rain x mountain #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #nsft #thank you for giving me a reprieve from deep cleaning hell.#also your ask made me think of Old Man Mountain and my heart skipped a beat.#all craggy features and snowy hair #he moves slowly but intentionally. carves beautiful pipes with his hands #hands that could crush rocks. hands that could cradle a newborn kitten.#do not ask me where this is going. we're just vibing in the tags here. thank you for joining me.

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leahnardo-da-veggie · 5 months

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Lich-Queen, pt 6

(Fair warning: this is gory) If you want to read the rest of the series, you'll find links in the pinned post on my blog!

This time, my entry into the hall was triumphant, complete with fanfare. The highest nobles of Ceredell hauled the doors open like common slaves, and they pressed their once vibrant lips to trumpets. Hundreds of men and women turned at the sight of me, and a wave of clapping descended upon me. I flicked a manic curtsey, then gestured at the table before me, laid out as if for a buffet.

“Let me honour you all with a gift,” I announced. “Come, watch the death of the last nobleman of fallen Ceredell!”

A revenant wheeled Tamaris out. He was splayed on a board, arms spread apart. His face was white with agony, legs twisted. I tsked at him, inspecting his bonds. “Looks like your wings have crumpled, my butterfly,” I whispered. “I wish it could have been different.”

Tamaris met my eyes, and my half-dead heart crumpled to see the love in his gaze. “It is not too late, Ire,” he said. “Do not do this. Do not succumb.” His fingers twitched in my direction, an open hand offering forgiveness.

“It is you people who should apologise,” I hissed, slapping that hand. “I am taking my blood-right.” Turning to the audience, I said, “Let us begin our last course!”

Tamaris froze, finally understanding. I took the knife from Death-in-me, placing it along his chest. “I love you,” I said, loud enough for all to hear me. “And I will make you love me too.”

Then I began carving him alive. I started with the skin, peeling it from his ribs like lifting the skin off a potato. Tamaris howled in agony, his voice touching the heavens. My orchestra matched him, starting up an accompaniment of strings and bass.

Blood blossomed like a rose, painting my gloves crimson as I lovingly opened up his flesh for the world to see. His wings formed, dripping red as my butterfly of torment emerged from his chrysalis.

With my magic, I kept him alive beyond the bounds of humanity. As I hacked out his ribs, pulling the first hunk of meat and placing it on a plate, I was struck by the beauty of his face. Even weeping, eyes bulging, nails ripped off from clawing at wood, there was a noble gallance to him. I smiled, and tenderly tore out another rib.

His wails did not stumble, did not falter, even as the delicious scent of grilled Tamaris emanated from below my stage. I unravelled his intestines, the grey ropes spilling out, as the first of my new allies feasted on my love. His offal was affectionately wrapped around my arms, draped about me like a stole. Extracting his lungs, I regretfully turned his insides over to the grill for my guests.

His kidneys were next, laid out beside a leaky liver. With delicate care, I had left his heart framed in the hollow cave of his torso, like a singular rose in a vase. It pulsated and pumped, alien and oh-so-familiar.

Viscera dripped onto the floor with wet splotches, and I could not help but giggle. The power I held in my hands, to feast upon my own beloved's flesh, to create this masterpiece of butchery… It was, for lack of a better word, aortic.

I stuck my claws into his chest cavity and ripped out his heart, leaving him dependent on my necromancy to live. He was mine, once and for all. I raised my fist triumphantly, still-beating heart in my hands. The mass below me fell silent, the music fading, even Tamaris' ululations reduced to noiseless croaks.

“Know that I am Queen,” I announced to them, to my new allies. “I rule!” Words deserted me in my ecstasy, and I released a scream. It bounced off the walls and dug into my chest, no trace of the human I had once been within it.

My people let out a full-chested cheer, like the eruption of a volcano. A thousand voices held testament to my crown. I turned to Tamaris. His eyes begged me to stop this madness.

Spoilsport.

I kissed him passionately, lips touching his, coaxing his tongue out. The rusty taste of his mouth made my dead heart race, a virgin on her wedding night. I closed my eyes, pulling him closer with an assertive arm. For one moment, we could be on the wedding altar.

But that moment ended. I closed my jaws on his tongue, sharp teeth severing it, and ripped it out. Blood gushed in the air as I gulped the slippery flesh down. “Ahh,” I sighed tenderly. Sensually, I ran my claws around the orbitals of his eyes, tracing his eyelid, probing at his eyeball. It popped out with breathtaking ease, and I devoured the gooey feast.

Placing his heart to my lips, I kissed it lovingly. My tongue delved into the gaping arteries, devouring it. Tangy flavour exploded on my tongue, and I basked in its divinity.

Was there any act more intimate than cannibalism? I could not think of anything. Those haunted sockets of his, mouth hanging slack, gory and broken beyond repair, held a bond deeper than any ring or vow.

This was true love.

I threw my head and laughed. Snapping my fingers, I severed my magic and his bonds at once. My love fell like a ragdoll, discarded and worthless. The ghouls would fix up all the remnants and serve it to my guests.

As I began walking away, the last dregs of my humanity compelled me to stop. I turned back, grabbed the hollow of his throat lightly, and whispered, “Have your eternal peace, my love. ‘Tis the least you deserve.”

#Whee don't you just love when a character finally loses her shit #Also go listen to Queen of Mean and Butcher Vanity they're Iraela's personality summed up in 7min #writeblr #writing #my writing #creative writing #writerscommunity #writing community #fantasy #spilled ink #short story #tw body horror #tw cannibalism #tw blood #tw violence #Tw gore

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sniiboo · 5 months

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Chapter 5: The Gods made you, to ruin me.

Arendith sat around the fire with her companions. They were all eating and drinking celebrating another victory against a small village of goblins. They had gotten over the kerfuffle of the last few days and things had settled back to “normality” within the camp. The mood quickly turned to teasing as alcohol flowed through their veins. Gale thumped Astarion across the back with a knowing look as his gaze fell onto the common thread that pulled them together. “She sure is something isn’t she Astarion? Looks like you’ve gotten lucky enough to find someone to share your life with.”

“I wouldn’t say that Darling. We’re just having a good time together. Carnal pleasure and all that.” the elf responded nonchalantly.

“Well at least some of us are having a good time. I only hope to be able to make someone scream the way Fangs has Arendith crying his name. Gods, the orgasms must be mind-blowing… With that on the table, I’d be jumping to stay at camp every day.” Karlach laughed.

Gale chimed in “When I was romancing Mystra, our lovemaking was second to none. There were nights I lost the ability to walk.”

Arendith made a show of looking at her glass and licking her lips “Oh yes yes, he makes sure I come at least twice before he allows himself to finish. Something about the taste of my blood ya da ya da…” she swirled the liquid in her cup before taking a sip nonplussed. “Anyways I’m off for some rest lovelies.” She bowed dramatically taking her exit.

Astarion stood up to head to his tent and before he knew what he was doing he asked “Is that a no for our nightly dinner date then Darling?”

Arendith rolled her eyes and changed her course towards his tent as she felt his familiar tug on her brain. You are positively delightful you little lying Minx. She pushed open his tent flap, settling into position for him to feed. “What? I wasn’t lying. You make sure I feel so good, Sweetness.” she replied to his question avoidantly. Astarion shuffled behind her nosing lazily into her neck, nudging and lapping to find the perfect spot. “And yet I’ve had you and know you speak lies. Do you forget you dance with a professional?” He test nips at her neck before deciding against the spot. Your performance is almost as practiced and sterile as mine is. He thinks to himself.

“You may have enjoyed yourself but there was a distinct lack of Orgasm. I know what it feels like to have a body grasp around me… around my cock…” Astarion grabs her chin and tilts her neck roughly propping it to the side before he drags his other hand to free her neck of the hair draping her shoulder. “I overheard you telling Wyll about your husband. Did he not care to please his woman? Or perhaps it was more that he didn't know how…” he bit down into her neck with a bruising pressure. He had found that she wouldn't stop him if he wanted to be rougher with his feedings. He would often find himself slinking to his tent to relieve the painful strain his cock would feel after handling her so harshly. He groaned and loosened his grip on her chin allowing his hand to caress and tickle against the leather collar pushed up so he could feed.

“Do not tread in waters you can't swim in Astarion. I’d hate for you to drown.” The female elf bared her fangs threateningly. She shifted her hands up to drag against his ears allowing her claws to scrape against the flesh teasingly and smiled when she felt them twitch. “The same could be said of you. I know when someone is into me. Your moves are far too calculated.”

When his fangs left her skin she flipped herself to face him, legs twined behind his back. She made a point of giving her hips a few rolls against him as she brought her lips to his opposite ear to whisper “Just because you fill me with your cum doesn’t mean you experienced one either…” Arendith brought her hand to “lovingly” sweep against his face. “I suppose you missed the part of the conversation with Wyll where I told him that Alistair wasn’t my husband. I existed for his pleasure… and the pleasure of any he deemed worthy.” she gently flicked and then pinched his nipple “He liked to have a trophy to goad others… so when he found out his little lab rat of a ‘Sommelier’ made others drool… Well... Then I was put out like a buffet for the starving. Only he took pleasure in hoarding it all to himself. All titles and no commitment in case he got bored.”

She reached down to lap at his other nipple while working the other with her fingers. She drew her fangs over it roughly before bringing pleasure to her game of pain by popping it into her mouth and sucking. “If Alistair deemed it appropriate to feast in front of his hall of guests, then I complied.” She pulled off his top before making a sensual show of removing hers, moving to trail her lips down his stomach, making sure to use her teeth every once in a while to keep off rhythm. She unlaced him and edged his pants down to run her tongue and nose along the V of his legs. “So no. He didn’t make me come and scream his name… But I made sure that he screamed mine.”

Arendith pushed Astarion to the ground forcing his pants down to his ankles. She trailed a claw ever so gingerly up his perineum before popping his balls into her mouth to suck one at a time. She pushed her thumbs into his hips making a show of kitten licking and kissing her way up the underside of his hardening cock locking her crimson eyes onto his as he looked at her with bated breath. “Arendith…” he croaked his voice, sounding more strained than he wanted. His eyes fluttered shut as she took him into her mouth and whined as she slid him into the back of her throat. “Dear gods… you filthy tease. The Gods’ have made you to ruin me.” His head fell back with a growl in his chest. She popped her mouth off him in an exaggerated manner and smirked before she said “Oh it’d be a shame if I were to just…” She crawled up his body, stalking, allowing his cock to settle between her breasts before squeezing her arms together forcing them to envelop him. “Hmmm, get up and leave…?” she pushed a knuckle to nudge and rub against the ring of his arse. “Or maybe…” She pulled away to sit on her knees, legs spread but still clothed, she dragged her hands and claws down her breasts and her body to dip into her loose pants. Arendith let her mouth drop open seductively as she ran a finger through her folds, she stroked her clit a few times gauging her fingers sufficiently wet for her game. She removed them to bring them up to his mouth, pulling them away saucily as he reached to suck on them. “Or maybe I should make use of these talents…” she smirked before slowly inserting the finger into his ass making sure to brush up against his prostate.

The look on her face was so close to the one he imagined he had used to destroy his marks, a fang peeking out of her lip, her eyes glazed in lust. He couldn’t stop himself from sighing as she stroked into him, breasts swaying sensually as she moved to bring her mouth back onto him. “Hells below…” he moaned and threaded his fingers into her hair to stop her from removing herself from his now painfully aroused member. Astarion started trailing his hand to massage the tips of her ears causing his lover to moan around him. As the vibrations moved up her throat and zapped their way over his dick he bit his lower lip and thrust into her eagerly before he panicked and removed himself from her mouth and sat up on his elbows “I.. I’m sorry I lost all sense of control…” his skin crawled with pleasure and his fingers twitched against her scalp.

Arendith removed her finger from him seating herself back on her knees. “I… I can stop if you want…” she looked down hesitantly before recovering “I did tell Lae’zel I’d think about taking her up on her offer to meet at the old ruins nearby.” At that remark, a streak of possessiveness ran through him and he gripped her face and brought it to his lips, letting a moan escape into her mouth as he tasted himself on her.

“Dear gods don’t you dare. You may as well stake me it’d kill me all the same.” he groaned moving to lap up the dried blood that had run down from his puncture wounds onto her breasts. “Would you dare deprive me of that luscious mouth, Temptress?” she grinned at his words and moved to continue. Before Death could reach his frustratingly hard cock and wrap her warmth around him he pushed his hand to thumb at her chin gently, tilting it up to look at him. “You don’t have to do this, Little Death.” he swallowed hard in an attempt to calm himself, wondering why he opened his damned mouth.

She paused bringing her fingers to his lips to stop him from responding. “Oh, but I do find myself wanting to, lover.” she worked her way back down to lick at the precum dribbling from him. “But stop me if you must. I can find other things to amuse my oral fixations.” Astarion’s leg muscles twitched eagerly as he watched her take him into her mouth once again, twisting her tongue around his head, using suction to pull his foreskin down. She sped up bobbing her head using aural cues to gauge his reactions. As his breathing increased she slowed her pace to a teasingly languid pace causing him to whine. Death removed her mouth causing Astarion to whimper in frustration so she changed tactics. She started using one hand to pump him and the other to massage his heavy balls. “Should I use my fingers on you again Saucy little Rogue? Hit that perfect spot inside you until you paint me with your cum?” she tugged just hard enough on his cock to mix some pain in with his pleasure. “Tell me what you want Astarion. Your wish is my command.” she nipped his hip bone eyes blowing out when she saw a few beads of blood bloom on his skin.

Panic rose in both of them, but his breath stopped when she collected it and brought it to her mouth. She closed her eyes moaning deeply at the rich taste. He stuttered as he watched her, setting his brain, heart, and cock all at war with each other. He whined loudly, frustration from her edging showing on his face. “Gods Death I don’t care… just… Just stop teasing me.” he borderline yelled, pent-up energy lacing his every word. He didn’t know enough about what he’d enjoy to choose, even if his brain wasn’t in his prick at the moment.

Arendith took a few steadying breaths before lowering her head onto his member once again, moving her hands to grasp at his hips desperate for the feeling of his skin on hers. Her ears flickered at the sounds dropping out of Astarion’s mouth causing her to moan wantonly. Waves of blood and sexual lust rippled through her body as she set to devour the man laid out for her. Astarion carded his fingers through her dark platinum locks, breath stuttering as he bucked into her without abandon.

“F-fuuuuck Death…” he cried as she took two fingers and thrust them into his ass, doing her best to match the pace of his thrusts. Astarion’s mouth dropped into an open-mouthed pant as she chased his pleasure by stroking her fingers into him in a circular massage. “Ohh Gods, right there… Don’t stop, please. Ahh- heh.” he opened his dark ruby eyes doing his best to focus his field of view on the feast for his viewing pleasure. Arendith was perched between him, eyes closed and tearing, hair disheveled, lips swollen from his abuse. He could just make out her breasts swaying like the most erotic pendulum he’d ever seen. The urge to paint over her barely visible freckles with his colours took over, sending another quake through his body, barrelling him towards ecstasy faster than he could ever have guessed possible. “I-I’m so…” A high-pitched breathy sound escaped his mouth, he was being entirely too vocal and needy but he couldn’t find it in himself to give a shit.

Astarion’s ruts became deep and shallow in an attempt to slot himself into her throat. He let his head drop back as his body started to twitch and fireworks began bursting behind his eyes as he felt her tongue caress his cock to gather leaking fluid. His ears dropped down, fangs gripped his lower lip, and with a final brush against his spot, he lurched forward, mouth open in a silent scream. With her throat bobbing in a swallow, her hands massaging his balls he splattered thick ropes of cum into her mouth. He thrust himself through another sickeningly sweet riptide of fire roaring through his body, coming too far back on the outward beat. His eyes opened wide as so many emotions rolled over him, fear, lust, possession, as he watched the last few kicks from his cock decorate her face and chest with his seed.

He immediately went to stroke himself through the vestiges of his orgasm when he found Arendith’s hand snaking its way up to milk him through the mind shatter. Her head nuzzled into his side to lap at anything left he had to give her, giving him quite the show. Dizzy from the last sparks of electricity flitting through his body he kept his eyes closed to steady himself, still panting, his body oversensitive. As if she could read his thoughts or body, she removed herself and brought her head to rest on his stomach for a few moments. She was silent, eyes closed, hand beside her head, gently against his side.

Astarion thought she had fallen asleep, but she pulled herself up to boop him on the nose. “Mmm, now that’s what I thought, my little cinnamon roll. A much more convincing performance.” she stood up and put her shirt on, turning to exit his tent.

“And where do you think you’re going? Perhaps I’m not through with you yet.” he lilted, eyes heavy with implied lust, pitch dropped to velvet.

Arendith gave an airy laugh, as she stepped out into the night before popping her head back into view. “It’s, hmmm, how did you put it?” She gripped her chin in thought before theatrically mocking him “Ah! Thats right. ‘If you’ll excuse me, you’re invigorating, but I need something more filling.” She lets out a breathy giggle as she turns away, and he realizes: She flipped his game back on him.

“Well shit.” he mutters to himself.

#astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion fanfiction #astarion x reader #astarion ancunin #astarion x oc #astarion x tav #astarion smut

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fragileizywriting · 1 year

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"what's a mating press?" adrien asks, completely unaware of what follows.

marinette is out of her seat like a gunshot. a flash of his eye and suddenly there's a succubus in his lap, crawling all over him and perfectly-pointed, stilhetto claws on his collar pulling him close. "something very fun."

"i'm going to die," he replies, swiftly, knocked back into the love seat. his phone has flown off to who knows where. nerves build up and make him tense at the sight of salacious eyes, hearts in marinette's irises as she licks her lips.

her fangs are out.

"i'd never kill you."

"i'm going to die," he emphasises. there's no escape. he's not sure he wants to. marinette may be small, but she's got him in a position where he's curled in on himself, made three times smaller, looking up at her through his lashes like he's so much tinier than her. "you've never been this quick. what is this? what's this sex move?"

"a fun one."

"what is it?"

"i can show you."

"please don't kill me."

tiny, dangerous hands smooth up his chest and her forearms wrap around his neck. claws are in his hair, scratching lightly and lovingly, a tentative purr slowly rumbling out of him. "oh, please. you're far more useful to me alive than dead. don't you remember i need a steady supply from you almost every day?"

of course he does! she hasn't done anything to him yet and he's feeling so faint... so sensitive to her touch...

"y-yeah," he offers.

a gentle, kittenish tongue licks his cheek, then following the curve of his ear. "we're going to have so much fun, aren't we, kitty-cat?" she whispers, grinning right next to his earlobe before sucking on a patch of skin.

he nods. terrified. hard enough to break a rock. "so much fun," he wheezes. tacks on. offers lamely. "i like being able to feel my toes afterwards, so please don't use the big strap."

"i'm going to use the big strap."

oh, lord.

#speakizys #demon lovin

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wooahaes · 2 years

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i don’t like the idea of people calling fics and people who read them “delusional” since you’re hopefully engaging with it purely as an act of fiction. i think it’s okay to have celebrity crushes, especially if you’re in the same boat as me (trust issues, but i can indulge myself in the idea of a relationship when it’s something literally impossible). i think it’s okay to write/read about them as long as you aren’t crossing that line into thinking its real.

you can daydream about being held by someone without expecting to be a reality. you can read reactions of having your first kiss with someone without thinking it’ll happen someday with that exact person. fiction is something comforting to a lot of people, and sometimes using someone’s likeness (like i and other writers do) can help. i don’t claim to be writing the “real” svt or trsr or anything because i don’t know them. i gauge reactions based off what they’ve shown us of themselves.

i think it’s genuinely fine to engage with content like this as long as you’re separating fiction from reality. basically i feel like i’m writing ocs that are based off the public personas we’re shown. i can feel safe while writing these things because i know they’re not really going to happen. maybe other people feel the same way, too, or maybe they just want to escape from reality for a bit via a free medium. nothing wrong with that.

#wooahaes.txt #its probably the reason why i love soulmate aus so much. because while theres the security of a built-in person to love u hopefully #its also... not real? i dont have to deal with the pressure of knowing theres Someone out there who may not like me and vice versa?#but anyway yeah without getting into it: a lot of the fluff i write is an exercise in learning to theoretically trust again #i don't talk about the times i try reading fics and i feel like im going to suffocate because even the idea of someone idk like #looking at me lovingly is enough to make me want to claw my skin off.#anyway some people were being... really fucking mean about this whole thing? calling people 'delusional' despite those ppl #literally being their followers? like. are you really going to insult the ppl following you like that? thats so mean. why would you do that?#(anyway know that i got screenshots because fuck those people. theres a reason why i blocked them)

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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Title: Irritated Arousal

Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, thigh f!cking, sub reader, tell me if I should add more warnings.

Pronouns: They/Them, non specific anatomy

Synopsis: Karl with a reader that gets angry when they’re h word <3

Pairing: c!Karl X Sub! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Note: unedited* idk why I wrote this? I was just bored one night and couldn’t think of anything else to do.

- also don’t bully the title, LITERALLY couldn’t think of anything better!

- also I copied and pasted this from my notes instead of writing it on tumblr so that’s why it might look a bit weird or different!

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Your head whipped around to stare blankly at the silly boy “what?” You spat out at him as he stared back dumbfounded “why’re you upset, is it because of me?” He poked your cheek innocently and you slapped his hand away.

“Yes! It is- go away!” You waved him off “please tell me what’s wrong! What did I do???” He started nagging at you and pulling at your clothes which annoyed you even more “stop it Karl!” You exclaimed “ah- sorry!” He pulled away and apologised “I just- I’m really annoyed right now!” Your face was tinted with what he thought was anger but was really embarrassment.

You knew how you got when you were horny and you knew the crabby attitude that you were portraying was just a front to hide how desperate you are. You crossed your arms and tried to take it off your mind, trying to avoid Karl as well.

“Come on sweetheart, what did I do wrong?” Karl caressed your cheek and you shivered slightly “don’t do that- I told you! I’m just annoyed!” You pushed him away “would it be better if I let you alone for a bit?” Karl got up to give you some space but you stopped him “Yes! Wait- no? Maybe? ugh- I don’t know!” You held your head in your hands.

Your thought process is literally fucked when you’re horny, most of the time you’re unable to think of things other than sex when you’re aroused. “Can I do anything to make you feel better?” Karl gave a sweet smile, you knew exactly how you wanted to answer that but hesitated.

“Maybe..” you considered whether or not to just straight out tell him, you’d expect him to tease you for being cranky over something so silly. “What can I do for you, honey?” Karl leaned back on the couch “you.. could..” you tried to think of something but your mind only led you back to one thing. Sex.

“AH! You’re a stupid nerd!” You shouted and then stomped off, you were obviously irritated and a bit annoyed but you didn’t wanna say or do anything that would actually be damaging. “Stupid? I’m literally the smartest person in the world” he joked around and you gave him a weird look.

“Aw come on! I thought you’d like that!” He lowered his head, you sighed in defeat. He was really trying to cheer you up even though he didn’t know what was wrong! You may as well tell him your problem, right? I mean he should be happy to help!

“What is it?” He noticed your sigh and came over to caress your face, you lowered your head and buried your face in his chest as you confessed sheepishly “I’m horny.” He gave out a little laugh “sorry- what?” He asked again “I’m.. horny!” Your face was full of embarrassment, you felt slightly humiliated.

“Is that all? I thought you were really upset with me for a moment!” He snickered, his lips pressing to your cheek for a moment. He straightened his back “alright then- we walking back to the bedroom or are you happy for me to take you here on the couch?” You pouted at his question, obviously you didn’t care where he stuffed his dick inside of you!

You didn’t bother to move so he just assumed you wanted to fuck on the couch, Karl got on top of you and started to lean in for a kiss. You snubbed him and turned your head, you still weren’t feeling happy with how long he took to figure out you were horny!

“Still mad? That’s alright, I’ll fuck the happiness into you! Or at least fuck the anger out” Karl kissed your temple lovingly “shut up” you tried not to smile at his silliness “make me!” Karl tried to kiss you again but this time you let him, his lips capturing yours in a passionate and loving kiss.

His lips were warm and soft, it made you melt underneath him- or the anger might just be melting you. You reached up and took a hand full of his hair, using it to deepen the kiss. Your tongue made its way into his mouth, the pink muscle slithering around every crevice of his mouth.

He pulled away for air, his face red and Karl’s hair sticking to his forehead. He was panting and starting to become really sweaty “aw gross! You’re all sweaty!” You complained but he laughed “oh baby, I know you love it!” He kissed your cheek again.

Karl unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off “it’s starting to really get hot in here” he sighed when the cold air hit his body. Karl then took your shirt off for you and inspected your body, the way he looked at it was like he’d never seen it before, like this was the last time and he’d never see it again.

You squirmed under his predatory like gaze “don’t stare at me like that, hun’ it’s making me feel exposed..” you complained lightly “oh I’m sorry darling, didn’t mean to make you feel ‘exposed’” he laughed to himself as he slowly leaned in and began leaving light kisses along your jawline.

You tilted your head back a bit to allow him more room, he smiled against your skin and began to suck a little bit as he kissed your jaw. His hands roamed your chest curiously, pinching and grabbing at the soft flesh. You whined out loud as he groped you up, hands clawing at the couch.

“Y-you’re taking too long..” you voiced your complaints, feeling slightly agitated at how he was testing your patience “just thought you might like a bit of foreplay, forgive me..” Karl caressed your cheek. You slapped his hand away and huffed “I’ll hurry it up now then, pants off please darling” he smiled at you.

You pulled your pants down your thighs and let it drop to the floor, thumbs hooking under the waist band of your underwear and sliding them off as well. Karl leaned back and admired your body, eyes glazing over every nook and cranny.

Karl gently parted your legs, his eyes immediately being drawn to your aching hole. “Oh darling, that looks painful.. let me help you” he lowered his hand down and allowed one of his slender fingers to curl up inside of you. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand, eyes squinting to look at him.

“Is this too much?” He asked you, you shook your head and decided to be a bit of a brat “n-not enough.” You told him. Karl’s smile faltered for a bit but then returned when he shoved a second finger into you, your hole taking his hand so easily.

Your tight fleshy walls clenched around his two fingers, your breathing became a bit more heavy as you were starting to get close. “G-gonna cum..” you warned Karl “oh? Already? But I thought you wanted me to fuck you..” he pouted at you. You could see that he was obviously teasing you but you still gave him what he wanted.

You opened your legs up more and looked at him through your eyelashes, head tilting downward slightly “I want you to fuck me still..” you spoke quietly. Karl smiled and pulled his hand away from your hole which made you whine, you then quickly dismissed your negative feelings as he replaced his two fingers with his penis.

Karl slid himself into you gently, your hole already being stretched open- sucking him in. You leaned your head back and arched your back a bit, your hips aching from the hold that Karl had on them.

Karl gripped your hips tightly, starting to thrust against you. His balls slapped your ass with every thrust he did, the sounds of skin on skin echoing around the room. You hoped your disturbing noises wouldn’t be heard from outside.

You squealed and struggled to keep your mouth shut as Karl pressed himself deeper inside of you, the head of his cock pressing against your insides. Karl let out a soft groan as he rocked his hips against you, nails gently dragging along your thigh which left light scratch marks.

You couldn’t help letting out a loud moan, feeling much better letting it out than to conceal your pleasure. Karl started going faster the moment you started being more vocal which only encouraged you to stop being quiet.

You were sure the whole SMP could hear the two of you now, heaving sweaty bodies pressed to each other with the sounds of clapping and groaning in the room. Your hands wrapped around Karl’s torso, nails threatening to scratch his skin.

Tears pricked at your eyes gently as you felt what may have been the best orgasm of your entire life about to approach, you tapped Karl and tried to make it clear that you couldn’t hold on for him any longer and you had to let go “g-gonna cum!!” You exclaimed “that’s okay baby, do it for me..” he encouraged.

You let go, cumming around his cock. Juices from you started to leak out of your hole and onto your thighs, making you groan in annoyance “oh perfect.. Baby, you don’t mind if I get off with your thighs, do you?” Karl smiled up at you.

You shrugged and laid down, panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath, feeling a bit sensitive as Karl pulled out of you and slid himself between your legs. His dick slipped between both of your thighs closed together.

He started to fuck himself against you, now only thrusting for his own pleasure and enjoyment “oh thank you, baby..” he moaned out softly. His hands gripped onto your soft plushy thighs, his cock twitching against you which let you know he was about to cum.

Karl shuddered, his hips pausing their movement as he suddenly came; cum shooting out onto your thighs and covering a bit of your stomach. “Ah! Thank you!”Karl flopped on top of you, arms hugging your sweet body “No problem but I’m all dirty now!” You complained “I guess we’ll have to bathe together then, my dear” Karl chuckled before kissing your forehead and getting up to run you two a shower.

#mcyt x reader smut #mcyt smut #karl jacobs smut #c!karl smut #dsmp smut #dsmp x reader smut #dream smp smut #dream smp x reader smut #dreamsmp smut #dreamsmp x reader smut #not requested #smut fic

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llamagoddessofficial · 3 years

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What if, before Sans could give her the necklace, another god decided to curse her into another form? Like maybe a monstrous beast? There's plenty of deities strong enough to do things like that for even the pettiest of reasons and she's low enough on the tiers that whoever cursed her would probably immediately forget who she was and what she was turned into. That's all frivolous knowledge now- punishment has been given, end of story. Except it's not- Sans doesn't know where MC is or what happened to her and in her case she might be hunted down by heroes questing for glory

Oh no

anon

why'd you do this to me

now i have to write this

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You don’t even know what you did.

The cave was damp. It was small, it was cold, and despite the fact that all the animal residents had fled the moment you arrived it still stank heavily with the foul collective odours of fur, sweat, faeces and death, the stench permeating the chamber from every crack and crevice that led further underground. It was pitch black, a swallowing darkness... but it wasn’t like you noticed, giant form curled in a corner, matted fur soaked with so much mud and miasma that if it weren’t for your strained breathing you easily could’ve been mistaken for part of the cave floor.

Every monster needed a weakness a hero could use to overcome it. And yours... yours was your near-blindness. Once your sight left the smells and sounds of the world around you became overwhelming, terrifying, painful, forcing you to flee in a panic to the nearest damp hole where everything was muffled as much as possible.

I don’t even know what I did.

Claws. Teeth so big you could no longer shut your mouth. Scales and fur, leather skin, a body so huge you could barely carry yourself, and a horrifying overbearing sensation of fear and hunger. You knew what happened to monsters- the role they played in the legends. Your job was to terrorise innocent people until you died at the hands of the hero. Nobody was going to help you... nobody was going to stop long enough to realise the guttural sounds you were making were merely cries for help.

...

A new smell. At the entrance to your cave. It was... a blue smell, cold and smooth and carrying in on the wind, coming closer. The movement and the presence of someone else alarmed you, frightened you- you dragged yourself to your feet in confusion, forcing your heavy body up on shaking and aching legs, stirring up the rotten air as you turned to face the intruder, jaws hanging open.

Leave me alone. Leave me alone.

“... oh... oh no...”

The voice was... softer than you anticipated. Gentler. You were bigger than it- you looked down at where it was coming from. But you still hated it.

It was a new feeling you’d been growing accustomed to... in the same way you’d grow accustomed to an infectious mould in a room you were trapped in. Hatred. Hatred toward anything that moved. You were alone, in pain, not understanding what you did to deserve this or why nobody had come to you when you screamed as you transformed. Your friends, your siblings, your mother...

But then again, she’d be ecstatic about this, wouldn’t she? Now she’s famous- the mother of a monster. If I die at the hands of a stupid little God or prince, she has her place in history.

Suddenly, you were imagining clamping your jaws around her torso and tossing her like a ragdoll. You were imagining putting teeth through the ribcages of your siblings. The thoughts brought you joy.

“shh... don’t do that.” The voice said, reminding you it was there. “thinking that way is feeding the curse.”

It started coming closer. You could sense something, an icy shadow falling over you- your jaws cracked open further and a snarl fell out alongside a steaming breath. The sound was so horrible, so ugly, so deep... but then again, every sound you’d made so far had been like that. You were starting to forget what it felt like to open your mouth and hear a voice.

The growl didn’t deter it. It kept coming. The closer it got, the more agitated you became; it didn’t feel like any God you knew. It felt ancient and dark in a scary and overwhelming way, how did it feel bigger than you even though the voice came from somewhere you had an advantage on? In your head, it was like a huge shadowy monster even bigger than yourself was pressing toward you. You started to back away, into the edge of the cave, snarling getting louder... filth-covered hackles raising in warning. It just kept coming, i-it kept, your back legs hit the wall and go away, go away!

You lashed out. Your head lurched forward and your jaws closed, hard, around a boney hand.

...

The other hand touched your snout.

It made you freeze. You weren’t sure if it was some kind of power this Other Monster had placed over you, or if the sensation of being touched was just so... unexpected.

“... what have they done to you, flower?” It... he said. Despite how pristine his dark aura was, he touched your filth-caked muzzle with no hesitation. The hand was small on your face, it slowly moved... up and down.

Comforting you.

“it’s alright.” Even softer; a murmur, trees rustling in the night, gentle on your aching ears. “you’re still you, my love, no matter what body you’re in.”

... You started to quiver. Who are you? You could see eyes, little white dots, despite not being able to see.

“i need you to let go, for me.” He didn’t seem at all bothered by the fact that you still had his other hand in a vice-grip that would shatter a lesser man’s bones. His voice hadn’t become any less soothing. “i know you’re in pain. but you cannot hold on to it... that’s how the change takes hold. you just need to let me help you.”

Let... you...?

... A strange feeling. Like someone was wrapping a blanket around your dirty, wet body. It shimmered, but it felt so nice... and it seemed to lovingly push on your mind, wrapping it up as gently as a butterfly’s wings. The barest touch of tiredness was enough to make your legs quiver and slowly buckle- your belly touched the floor, and he went down with you, still caressing your face.

You wanted to shake the blanket off. You wanted to shake the arms away from you. But... he didn’t let you go... and you were so tired of being wet and afraid.

At least... someone came for you.

“... there. that’s it...” He cooed, stroking the ugly, unnatural mess of fur and scaled and skin that was you. The blanket was getting heavier and heavier... You let go of his hand. He removed it from your mouth, placing one hand on your snout and one on your jaw...

“... shh... let go.”

...

As soon as you went under... the monstrous leathery skin and fangs fell away into a thick ash that settled into a slush onto the wet cave floor.

... He removed the black robe from his shoulders and wrapped it around your small, naked, dirty true form, lifting you up to cradle you in his arms... then vanishing with you into the shadows.

#llama writes #death god sans #fables and romances

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theuchihabitxh · 3 years

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Day 3- So soft for me

Summary: Kakashi is trying to prepare you a nice meal, but he suddenly changed his plans.

Warnings: SMUT so MINORS DNI*, established relationship, cunnilingus, squirting, Kakashi knows how to cook, fem!reader, shinobi!reader

*dni means do not interact so please leave if you are a minor, thank you for being responsible

Length: ~1350

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You open the door to your shared apartment. Since it is pretty late in the evening you expect Kakashi to be already home since his duties kept him within Konoha’s perimeter lately. The compression garments you are wearing on your lower body are starting to feel uncomfortably against your skin, almost feeling the way it was digging in your flesh. Being a shinobi your attire had to be not only comfortable but also aid your fighting style, however on days like this where your duty doesn’t send you far from home you choose to wear the shaping garment under your attire for a more dainty and feminine look.

After you make your presence known and are presented with a loud hum from the bathroom you go straight to the bedroom to change into something more restrictive. You start undressing by taking off your flak jacket, your top, your pants and finally- your shapewear and underwear. You hastily throw the garments around the room- something you know Kakashi would later scold you for- and hurry to take on a pair of comfortable panties and an oversized t-shirt. As you were fumbling around to find a pair of sweats in the lowest drawer, you heard Kakashi’s reflexive knock on the door. You were together for about 2 years now and he still found himself unconsciously knocking whenever entering a room.

“Hey Y/N what you wanna eat tonight I can make either-” he choked on his words at your sight. Ass up in the air, innocently rummaging through the lowest drawer mumbling something about cleaning. The t-shirt was giving him the perfect view of your pantie-clad ass and thighs.”-kabayaki style fish or barbeque” he whispered the last part to himself as he wiped his hands clean on his ‘kiss the chef’ apron. His eyes trailing the form of your legs from the ankle up to the black lace of the underwear, he found himself frowning.

“The fish sounds really good-” you were interrupted by cold fingers softly tracing along the skin on the back of your thighs, goosebumps raising all the way up to your ears. You stand up and turn to face a confused and maybe slightly annoyed Kakashi.

“Why do you have all these red marks all over you? It looks as if you folded your skin or slept on a very crumpled bed, and I’d like to believe it’s none of the above since you just arrived home.” His eyebrows were furrowed and his fingers kept following the red lines, all along your plush legs and way up to your soft tummy. His voice was calm as ever but it was laced with concern and fear.

“‘Kashi, it’s just the shapewear I have-” you point a dainty finger towards the guilty piece of clothing and he follows the direction of your index with his gaze “- it gets really tight after a day of work but it really makes my legs and tummy look smaller and pretty”. His eyes were fixed away from you, pondering his options.

You don’t even have enough time to properly finish your explanation before your lover picks you up unceremoniously over his right shoulder. You squeal in response to his actions not knowing what to expect further. “Hatake Kakashi put me down right now!” you felt blood rising under the skin of your face, suddenly the colder air of the room hitting your exposed backside. You clawed pointlessly at his back but he seemed to be having other plans.

He slapped your left asscheek and then the back of your thighs making your squirm more while he started moving closer to the bed. “Well honey, I wanted to prepare you a nice meal but you seem to have tempered with mine. Now, I suggest you stop resisting or I’ll have to be rougher-” he slaps your exposed cheeks again making you squeal but not enough to even sting”-than I’d like to be.”

And with that he drops you on the bed, both of you a laughing and giggling mess as he starts pestering kisses all over your face. “Look what you did, you made the chef upset, now I’ll have to dine without you.” He kissed his way all the way down to your navel where he started nipping and tucking the soft flesh between his teeth. You inevitably start wanting more and more and start whimpering slightly. He inches painfully slow to your throbbing core, before he stops the painfully hot trail of kisses.

He settles between your thighs resting his face lovingly on one of your inner legs smirking like an idiot. The awfully intense eye contact makes you hide your face in your hands. He chuckles darkly before he manhandles your legs in a mating press and starts digging his face in your sopping wet pussy.

“Kakashi-” you wailed in vain. His name was leaving your mouth like a mantra, he was making your mind go fuzzy from all these feelings. He was licking long tantalizing strips from your weeping hole all the way to the bundle of nerves that he loved grazing with his teeth before closing his mouth and gently suckling the bud.

As the white haired jonin was increasing his pace, his blunt nails were digging crescent marks in the plush of the back of your legs, occasionally removing a hand only to bend your body even more to slap the roundness of your ass. Your legs started quivering uncontrollably he abruptly removed his mouth from your core, making you desperately whine and whimper.

“You are beautiful, this pretty ass- and, and everything about your soft skin it just makes me-” he makes a point by slapping harder your cushiony behind and raking his nails on the length of your hamstrings; your body overly sensitive still on the edge of an orgasm convulsing at every ministration, fat tears threatening to escape any minute.

“Oh- Oooh!” You trash around when he licks his lips still tasting your juices all over him, and easily slips two long digits inside of you, hitting your g spot perfectly. The band in your lower abdomen only seems to be tightening as he keeps praising how lush your skin is, how strong your legs are, how your ass jiggles when he buries himself to the hilt, how well everything fits in his hands when he squeezes and pounds you mercilessly.

“Kakashi I-I’m… ” Everything was just too much and it felt so much more than ever before.

“Oh fuck” Kakashi’s breathless and raw voice hit your ears and you toppled over the edge of your orgasm. It was violent, making you gush all around his apron and hand, soaking the sheets underneath the both of you. Your eyes were open wide, pupils dilated, a thin layer of sweat was shining on your face and some of your hair got trapped in the stickiness of it. Your chest was heaving as you gasped for air in your desperate attempts to apologize for the mess made, but then something struck you.

Not only were you still a whimpering mess, but so was your lover, his body hovering over yours in an attempt to regain his own breath, face scrunched up hiding into the crook of your neck whispering a string of curses. He carefully removed his hand from your heat and probed your lips with the pads of his fingers. In your half hazed state you obeyed his demand opening your mouth to suck his fingers clean with fervour.

The way his face flushed, eyelids fluttered and his hair was tickling your neck as he stood up was rather obscene. That’s when it hit you. The tent that formed before in his pants, half-hidden by his apron was gone, making you reach an innocent hand to grab at it. What you didn’t expect was the wet and sticky patch you felt underneath the flimsy cloth piece. Your eyes widened in disbelief as he lowered his gaze hiding his embarrassment.

“Oh ‘Kashi, did you?” He kept silent for a few moments as he rested his head on your belly, snaking his hands to snuggle around your waist.

“I’m not lying when I tell you how beautiful you are.” he sighed as he felt your nimble fingers grounding yourself in his silvery-white locks.

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awake with you | s.todoroki

♡ pairing: shoto todoroki x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 1.7K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: ua student!au, angst, comfort, fluff.

♡ summary: during the night, bad things happen but your boyfriend is always there to keep them away. by your side always, shoto todorki makes it his mission to fight your demons and make sure you know that you’re loved.

♡ warning(s): please read ! character death, mentions of car accidents, nightmares, guilt, lack of sleep, but a lot of fluff and the best boyfriend in the whole world :(

♡ author’s note(s): guys! it’s shoto’s birthday, so here i am postiing this shoto request from anon a while back, i hope you all enoy and have celebrating the beautiful boy’s bday <3

♡ masterlist | requests

it was hard for you to sleep.

harder, when shoto wasn’t around.

sometimes it was your thoughts that kept you up; late at night— dark thoughts that swirled around in your head and slowly poisoned your brain with heavy black venom. it was hard to sleep when your mind was heavy with fear, but ever since dating shoto todoroki; those nights became easier and sleep wasn’t so hard to come by.

you weren’t so sure what it was about your boyfriend that made it easier for you to get some shut eye; it’s not like he really knew either. todoroki just didn’t like seeing you in pain, the way your face twisted with discomfort or the way sleepy tears would wet your cheeks under the moonlight— but you had somewhat of an idea, that his fresh peppermint smell and warm arms are what often helped you.

shoto would so lovingly sneak into your room, no matter the time, dusk or dawn— he would hold you tight under the sheets until you drifted off to dream land. even if it meant being teased by the others for stumbling out of your room in the morning, his pretty hair a wild mess creating the image that’d you’d both been up to no good, he’d face it all for you, over and over again.

but tonight, your loving, caring and doting boyfriend was nowhere to be seen— everyone’s second internships had begun and todoroki had chosen to work with his father along with izuku and katsuki, so it was no doubt that they wouldn’t be home until late. what with endeavour being the number one and all.

your friends knew about your struggles to sleep, of course, todoroki bluntly mentioning how you ‘like to sleep together’ to soothe your nightmares ( iida had lectured you about it after, saying it was inappropriate while deku and ochako turned as red as your boyfriend’s hair ) so offered to stay up with you— but you needed rest, today’s training sessions having taken a toll on your body, and wave them off with a smile laced with tiredness.

you could call him, he wouldn’t mind and you know it— but he’s with his father and that takes enough out of him as it is.

you decide, instead, to trudge to the dual quirked boy’s bedroom, instantly calmed by his sweet peppermint scent embedded into every inch of his dorm. you swipe one of his clean sweaters straight from the closet before hitting the lights and snuggling into his bed.

tonight would be fine, todoroki would come home, wrap you in his arms and with the aid of his scent surrounding you— you would sleep safe and soundly.

is what you hoped as you drifted off to the land of dreams.

when you were younger, you watched your older brother, haru, get hit by a car.

the scene haunts you to this very day, crawling up on you while you rest at night— choking you out in your dreams. you see it now, feet glued to the ground as you’re forced to watch the younger version of you, mess with your older brother using your new found quirk. your parents had called it scenery, back then your powerful quirk had been their pride and joy, giving you the ability to create a mirage in a certain targets mind— make them see things that weren’t really there.

back then it was fun to play tricks on your sibling— you made haru see all of his worst nightmares, everything but the road.

everything but the oncoming car.

everything but his untimely death.

you want to scream at little you— tell her to stop and that it’s not funny anymore as she forces your brother back into the road— he’s giggling, he doesn’t know it yet and neither do you. but the words you want to say die down deep in your throat, suffocating you from the inside although they burn at your lungs to burst through.

why cant you speak? why cant you stop her?

adrenaline trickles into your blood stream as you will yourself to run out into the street and protect haru from the oncoming traffic just as he slips off of the sidewalk. your senses are blown out of the water, static noise filling your ears and intertwining with childish screams and the sound of a not so distant honking horn.

you claw harshly at your throat. speak. save him. for god’s sake; do something.

“you’ll kill him! stop! you’re going to kill him!”

the flickering of artificial, yellow light behind your closed eyes has you jolting awake, sweat forming at your brow and hands clenched tightly around your boyfriend’s plain bedsheets. your gaze darts across the room while your heart thumps loudly in your ribcage from the fear that struck you in your dream and finally, your stare settles on a shirtless, bewildered shoto todoroki. his face is a little scratched up no doubt from being on his father’s patrol and he looks exhausted but that doesn’t stop the concern he has for you taking over his expression. “yn—?”

“s-sho,” you hate how your voice caves so easily, the single syllable of your nickname for him falling wetly from chapped lips. todoroki is by your side in an instant, not caring that he’s only half dressed and half awake. he’ll deal with that later.

with tender hands shoto cups the back of your head, letting you sink into the warmth of his flesh. you reach out for your boyfriend and he’s there, taking your free hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze to help ground you. “love, what happened? why didn’t you call? you know i don’t mind—” his timbre voice fills your ears like warm honey, calming your rapid breathing but all you can do is shake your head.

“nightmare ‘n you were working,” you pant, cutting him off while the death grip on your lover’s hand begins increasing. you feel so far from the ground, the scene of haru’s death dancing across your mind. “i killed him, again—“

shoto watches your body twitch with fear and your usually glimmering eyes gloss over in away that makes him feel sick. you’re not here with him yet, still tangled up in the black string of your bad dreams. the world around the dual eyed boy begins to change and it seems you’ve activated your quirk by accident— showing him scenes of the day your brother died.

you screw your eyes shut as flashes of his body tangle with reality to the point where you don’t know what’s real and what’s not. you’re losing control of yourself so easily, fresh sets of tears stinging their way down your streaked cheeks. trapped. you feel trapped like a bird in a cage even while you’re awake and the sounds of cars and screaming burn at your ears once more.

make it stop, please.

“yn... come back to me love, i’m right here,” todoroki’s calm voice cuts through the suffocating song of death, dragging you back to reality while the effects of your quirk drift away. his fingers, although contrasting temperatures, now cup your cheeks to tilt your face towards him so that your eyes lock with his under the crescent moon. “you didn’t kill him. that wasn’t you. it wasn’t your fault.”

you blink away more tears like a helpless child, chest heaving but todoroki doesn’t give up. “but—“

“no.” your boyfriend says softly, yet sternly, leaning down to place an eskimo kiss to your nose. your eyes flutter shut at his simple gesture, although it raises saftey and warmth across your body— black radiates behind your closed eyelids, no longer plagued broken bones and blood. it’s easy to keep breathing from there, focusing on that as todoroki pulls you into his lap and the sheets fall away from your body.

“no,” you repeat back to him while shoto’s arms settle on your waist and his familiar scent of fresh peppermint fills your senses. “not my fault.”

it wasn’t your fault, that day the car had come speeding down a usually safe road in a residential area. the accident was a hit and run, but being a child made you feel every ounce of the blame. shaking the thought away you curl into your lover’s chest, listening for sounds of his heartbeat while he toys with a lose string on his sweater— the one you wear.

“that’s right, good girl...not your fault, here with me yet, love?”

when you glance up, todoroki is looking right back down at you— brows creased with worry but there’s love in his stare, overwhelming amounts that make you hum into his bare chest, grounded by the feeling of his skin against yours. “present and accounted for,” his chest rumbles with relieved laughter, soothing you even more. “thank you, sho. i’m sorry for making you do this so late at night.”

this time, shoto shakes his head— sending locks of red and white flying. “don’t thank me and don’t apologise,” his words are feather light in the dark while he manoeuvres you both onto his back to settle into bed. you’re about to mention that he’s still half in his suit, but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care, already closing his eyes. “i’m yours, your boyfriend and i’m going to support you no matter what. i’ve got you, okay? you’re always here for me so i’ll do my best to do the same for you. what kind of man would i be if i wasn’t?”

“a very unmanly man,” you tease with a kitten like yawn, already feeling the confines of a more comfortable sleep, taking over.

todoroki rolls his eyes but pulls you closer to him anyways. “you’ve been spending too much time with kirishima.”

“at least i don’t spend everyday working with bakugou, now that’s true nightmare.” you counter, narrowly missing a pinch to the side from your boyfriend.

the pair of you sleep soundly that night, wrapped in each other’s arms. you feel safe, knowing that nothing could ever harm you, as long as you were with him. shoto todoroki would give anything for to you to have a goodnight’s rest. no matter what. even if it meant staying awake with you and being late to patrol with endeavour the next day.

not like he cared, he hated his dad anyway.

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