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hwashotcheeto · 3 months

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𝑽𝑰𝑷 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔

Part Two: Premium Access

Park Seonghwa X afab!gn!reader

Summary: You finally get railed backstage by your boyfriend while he's still in his stage persona.

WC: 2.3k

CW: Smut, filthy ass smut, fluffy aftercare, no gendered names are used on the reader

Smut warnings: Kissing, dirty talk, mild degradation, backstage sex, spit play, oral sex, (idol receiving) face fucking. (reader receiving), hair pulling (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), unprotected PIV sex, breast play (reader receiving) orgasms for both

Hwa uses names on reader (Slut, baby, jagi, fucktoy, gorgeous)

AN: Ever since I saw the pictures and videos from Towards the Light D-1, I wanted SO BAD to write a one shot about it (I'm so weak for this man, oh my fucking God-)

@shinestarhwaa made a fic about this already (this one) so please go read it, it's amazing 💜

Since you'd started dating Seonghwa, you'd wanted him to rail you while he was still in his stage persona.

And honestly, who wouldn't?

He turned into a creature of intensity, a force of nature.

A demon.

And yet, in all your time together, you'd never gotten the chance. Usually, Seonghwa and his members were wiped out after a show, so most times, it wouldn't happen regardless.

Aside from that, you nor the members could convince the staff to let you or anyone else backstage. It was an understandable obstacle, but still annoying.

Until tonight.

Somehow, the stars aligned, and you were finally given VIP access to see your boyfriend and his members backstage.

You were backstage for the entire performance, and fuck, you were floored.

The boys had kept everything secret from you, you didn't know anything about their performance. So seeing Seonghwa's dance was an unbelievable surprise.

And a pleasant one at that. One that had you soaked through to your pants.

The whole concert, you were of course, proud of your boyfriend and the other members, seeing them clearly enjoy being performers, and do it really fucking well.

But you were also incredibly fucking horny for your boyfriend.

The concert felt like it was years instead of hours. Years until your boyfriend came backstage, panting heavily, drenched in sweat, with that goddamn top, whatever it’s called.

Seonghwa had never looked hotter.

He pulled out his ear monitors, looking around the backstage area, until he finally found you by the dressing rooms. His eyes zeroed in on you, and shivers ran all over your body as he stalked up to you like a predator cornering his prey.

Seonghwa took you in his arms and kissed you, hard, pushing you against a door. You squeaked in surprise as you reached up to grab onto his arms, but by then, the door was opening, and you two were stumbling inside.

As soon as the door was slammed and locked shut, you were pressed back against it, Seonghwa's hands all over your body. Your hands went up to run all over his chest and stomach. This damn shirt they put him in left little to the imagination.

(Just how I like it)

You ran your hands up to push the short jacket off his shoulders, which he quickly tossed somewhere in the room, and then he pinned your hands against the door above your head.

“Quit moving,” he commanded against your lips, pressing his body up against yours. A whimper leaves your lips before he kisses you again, forcing his tongue in and down your throat.

You squirmed in his grip as you pressed your thighs together. Seonghwa noticed it and groaned as he pulled back. “You don't wanna listen tonight?”

“Hwa, I'm soaked, I-” You tried to protest, but he forced your mouth open, pushing his thumb past your lips and holding your tongue down, spitting down your throat, and forcing your mouth closed after.

“That's not what I asked,” he said lowly, his lips hovering over yours. “Now swallow.”

You were almost embarrassed at how your heart fluttered as you swallowed.

Seonghwa pulled you away from the door and forced you onto your knees as he sat down on the couch. You watched as he wiggled his pants down to his thighs to free his painfully hard cock from the tight confines. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and you moved closer between his spread legs.

“So eager to have my cock, baby?” Seonghwa asked, slowly pumping himself a few times. “Is that what you thought about while watching me? That you wanted me inside you?”

You nodded enthusiastically with a whimper, shifting around again, trying to relieve some of the pressure between your thighs. Seonghwa couldn't help but smirk as he took his other hand and pulled you close.

“Get to work then.”

You didn't need to be told twice.

You leaned forward and took the first half of him into your mouth, reaching up to pump the half that wasn't. You watched as Seonghwa rolled his eyes back and groaned at the contact, gripping onto your hair. He guided you up and down, having no patience (or time) to go slow today.

“You can take it,” he muttered. “Good sluts can take this. You wanna be good, don't you?”

You nodded and hummed around him, moving your head faster and sucking harder. You pressed your tongue against him and he shivered under you, biting his lip, stifling the groans that were growing more whiny.

What you didn't know is that Seonghwa was thinking about this during the entire performance.

Especially during his solo dance with the chair. Thinking about fucking up into your mouth, imagining how you’d gag when he did, seeing the spit and cum dribble down your chin, the tears on your cheeks.

You choked as he did just as Seonghwa imagined, and your hands flew up to cling onto his thighs. He looked down and smirked, seeing exactly what he wanted to see.

“That’s it, there we go,” he groaned, gripping onto your hair with both hands, shallowly fucking your throat. You kept your head still as he did, making yourself breathe through your nose instead.

Seonghwa slowly worked up to moving his hips faster, pushing deeper, fucking into your throat with reckless abandon. Tears freely fell from your eyes with every choke and gag, your whole neck covered in the mess that spilled down. Seonghwa kept his eyes trained on you, trying to keep quiet.

You were too, and not just because you were choking on his cock.

You were thoroughly soaked, all the way through, and it was beginning to grow painful. You slipped your hand inside your pants to rub your clit, moaning at the relief. But Seonghwa heard it.

He yanked you off his cock and sat up to look at you, and you froze with your hand still down your pants. Seonghwa couldn’t help but smirk.

“Getting yourself off while you choke on my cock? You’re filthy today, jagi.”

He pulled you off the floor and onto his lap, smashing his lips onto yours while his hands fumbled to get your pants and underwear off. You helped him get them off, and he flung them both somewhere in the room, joining his discarded jacket on the floor.

Before they even hit the floor. Seonghwa was running his fingers along your cunt, teasing your entrance. “Oh, look at you,” he murmured against your lips. “You’re fucking soaked. I really did that to you?” He couldn’t help but smirk, his tongue poking out from between his teeth,

“Yes, Hwa, you do. You always do.”

“No, this is more than usual.” He pushed two fingers inside and your body lit up in fire. “I bet you fuck yourself at home when you watch me perform if you’re this wet for me when I’m on stage. Do you, little slut?”

He pumped his fingers inside you with a brutal speed, which was easy with how much slick was pouring out of you. “Do you? Or did you not hear me because you’re already fucked out?”

“I do!” You cried out as he curled his fingers into your spot. “I do, Hwa, you’re so fucking hot!”

“I know I am, jagi.”

Seonghwa pulled his hand away and leaned back, holding his cock up for you. You didn’t need him to tell you what to do.

“Come o-” He cut off with a choke, throwing his head back as you slowly sunk down onto him. He didn’t pick his head back up until you were flush against his lap, making some of his hair fall over his half closed eyes.

“So eager,” he breathed, gripping onto your hips. “Go on then, fuck me like you want to so badly.”

And that’s exactly what you ended up doing.

You gripped onto his shoulders and fucked him like you never had before. The fire in your bones burned hotter than it ever had, dropping down on him hard enough that people outside undoubtedly could hear the sinful noises you made.

Seonghwa rolled his eyes back again, then smiled as he closed his eyes, melting back into the couch. “Fuck, that’s good. Keep it up, jagi.” His fingers dug into your hips, seemingly trying to pull you down even harder. You whimpered as you struggled to fuck him harder despite the burning feeling creeping into your thighs.

The effort you were putting in was already making you tremble. But hearing Seonghwa let out all those groans, watching him smile and bite his lip, his tongue peeking out every now and again, it motivated you to keep going.

It also made you clench down on him.

Seonghwa gasped when he felt it. “God, what are you thinking about, clenching like that?” He looked up at you and you whimpered again, all words leaving you. He knew what he did to you, and he loved it. “Come on, tell me.”

He pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you tight against him while he leaned back on the couch and spread his legs to fuck into you instead.

“Tell me what’s in your filthy little brain,” he whispered, his lips pressed up against your ear.

But you couldn’t form words with how he was pounding into you. Hell, you could hardly form a thought. All that came out was whiny babbles and cries as you clung onto him, your nails digging into his skin. You felt Seonghwa shiver as you did.

“Such a good baby,” he muttered. “So good taking my cock, all in your pretty hole, being my good little fucktoy.”

His words made you clench tighter and cry out louder, tears forming in your eyes. Seonghwa choked and whined. His resolve was crumbling, you were breaking him down.

Seonghwa suddenly flipped you and put you down on your back, spreading your legs wide, pushing them back up to your chest before he went back to fucking you. He was as deep as he possibly could be, hitting the sweet spot inside you every time he went back in.

“That’s it, jagi, take it all,” he muttered, starting to ramble, his words slurring together. He was panting now, his pupils blown out, all composure he had thrown out the damn window. His tongue rolled out of his mouth, and the sight alone nearly made you come right then.

Seonghwa slipped his hands under your shirt and ripped it off, stripping you down until you were bare, then dove down to your chest and ran his tongue over your skin. You cried out again as his mouth wrapped around one nipple and his hand came up to play with the other.

You clenched down tighter, nearly sobbing at this point. When you dared to look down, you squeaked. He looked up at you as he ravished your chest, his eyes half closed, his tongue sliding all over before his mouth closed around the nub again. All the whines and breathy moans he let out were only bringing you closer and closer.

Your climax was right there, so close, you just needed a little bit of a push. Seonghwa knew what it was, he was right there with you.

He reached down with his free hand and rubbed your clit. It was only seconds from there that you came all over him, screaming his name, sobbing, clinging onto his hair like you’d fall out of existence if you did.

Seonghwa came right after you did, pulling back from your chest to let out the prettiest, whiniest moans as he rolled his eyes back, pumping you full of his release, riding it out as he chanted your name.

You both sat panting for a while before Seonghwa finally pulled out of you. He reached out and held your cheek, wiping away the remaining tears. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, not at all,” you mumbled, your brain still mush. Seonghwa smiled, sharing the same sentiment. His brain was fried after today.

He helped you sit up, and you both cleaned up as best you could before you got redressed.

After you did, Seonghwa pulled you into his arms and hugged you tight. You laid your head on his chest, and his heart was still pounding loudly against his ribs. You smiled as you nuzzled into his skin, squeezing him tight.

“I wish we could do that more often,” you said softly. Seonghwa laughed and shook his head.

“This took everything out of me, I feel like I’m gonna pass out right here.”

“Then let me take care of it next time.” You looked up at him, and he looked down at you, his eyes still doubtful. “I don’t mind. I like it when you’re the bottom anyway.” His cheeks turned red as he looked away, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“I mean, maybe, I don’t-”

Hongjoong threw the door open at that point, glaring at both of you. Your heart stopped dead in your chest as you clung onto Seonghwa.

“Seriously?! This is why we can’t have people backstage!” Hongjoong threw up his hands and tilted his head back, his tone exasperated. “Seonghwa, get to your dressing room, we’ve been waiting for you!”

“Okay okay, fine, breathe, Hongjoong.” Seonghwa pulled away from you, but leaned back to hold your cheek and press a sweet kiss to your lips. It was over far too soon, but he smiled at you as he pulled away. “I’ll see you later, gorgeous.”

As much as you hated watching him walk away with Hongjoong, you knew you’d be back in his arms tonight. And you could have your sexy, talented, adorable, sweet demon boyfriend all to yourself.

Thank you for reading! Please reblog if you enjoyed! 💜

This is a work of fiction written by me. This does not represent the idol(s) in any way. Any re-upload is not allowed and will be reported.

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vixstarria · 5 months

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A cut

Saw a post along the lines of Astarion running over to you in camp like a cat to a can of tuna the moment you accidentally cut yourself, and felt like writing a short little something.

Would take place after you’ve let him feed on you, but before you’ve slept with him.

Astarion x Tav, early Act 1, blood drinking

Ever the night owls, you and Astarion were the last two still up by the campfire. He was reading some book he had picked up along the way, and you were sharpening your dagger. Just as he got up and was about to walk past you on the way to his tent, you cut your thumb on the blade. Not deep enough to need stitches or healing, but deep enough for an immediate rush of blood.

“Ah! Son of a...” you winced.

“How clumsy of you, dear. Shall I have a look?” you heard from Astarion, as he crouched down near you.

“Oh what, you want some of this?” you cut to the chase, nodding at the bleeding wound.

“...Do you want me to want it, darling? It would be rude of me to decline if you did,” he answered reaching out for your hand. You made a gesture as if to offer it to him, before stopping.

“Wait. How do I know you don’t have rabies?” You jerked your hand back. “In fact, there’s no way your mouth is sanitary, who knows where you’ve been putting it.”

“Oh please,” he rolled his eyes. “As if you weren’t about to stick it into your own filthy mouth.” His eyes returned to the thumb. “It’s about to start dripping everywhere.”

“It is," you agreed. "And it would pain you to waste a single precious drop, wouldn’t it?”

“You know, contrary to popular belief, vampires don’t lose their minds at the mere sight of blood.” He was getting annoyed. “Do you get excited and start salivating every time you see a potato?”

“You’re right, I should just wipe it and bandage it up.”

“Oh for hells’ sake, give it here,” he dropped his nonchalance, grabbing your hand and sticking your thumb into his mouth.

You felt Astarion running his incisors along the flesh of your thumb to urge more blood out, followed by a feeling of his tongue running along the wound and a sensation of sucking. He looked so focused on his task that it was almost endearing. Thinking creature blood was still very new and utterly irresistible to him.

Then, as if suddenly coming to his senses, he glanced at you sheepishly, meeting your eyes, your thumb still in his mouth.

You turned your hand so your index finger rested beneath Astarion’s chin, and withdrew your thumb from him, first slowly running it along his lower lip and leaving a subtle trail of blood, all while maintaining eye contact.

“Well then,” you said softly. “You were heading to bed? I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“...Yes,” he said, blinking. “...Right. Good night.”

You smiled to yourself and returned to your tasks as he walked off without another word.

#Astarion #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #Astarion gets hit by reverse seduction card #Astarion walking off wondering what the hell just happened #yes I did suck my own thumb to figure out the logistics #did you?

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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One More: Alexander 'Tig' Trager x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @ravencrow83 @redpoodlern @anime-weeb-4-life @corruptedcoffin @mortal--soul @yourwinchesterbros @buddinglinguist @spookyboogyuniverse @nessamc @ritasantosworld @bl4ckt00thgr1n

Tig’s hand is in your hair, his cock in your mouth as you kneel before him on the carpeted floor, your hands tied behind your back. Your tongue swirled around the tip, lavishing over it before he pressed the button on the remote in his hand turning up the intensity on the vibrator, he’d eased inside you. You whimpered around his dick, your eyes flicking up to meet his as his thumb trailed over the shape of your mouth wrapped around his cock.

“Think you can take more of me darl’in?” he murmured tenderly. “You take a little more, I give a little more, get you over that edge, is that what you want?”

You hummed around his cock, taking him deeper. His thumb pressed the button again, ramping up the vibrator one more notch. You whined at the sensation, a pink flush creeping up your cheeks. His fist gripped your hair, guiding his dick until he was all the way inside that deviant wet cavern.

“My sweet girl.” He praised, hitting the highest setting on the remote as he held your head in place. “Always treating me so damn good.”

Fuck he loved how filled you were, that vibe in your pussy, the butt plug you’d begged him to put in your ass. You fantasised about this shit, whispering it to him one night in bed and Tig was all for it, he would do anything to make you’re wildest dreams come true. He’d give you anything you God damned wanted.

You were close now; he could hear it in those delicious little noises you were making. Your thighs pressed together, your tits practically popping out of the black lace bra that you were wearing. He could see your nipples straining against the fabric as you moaned around his cock, it was heaven, pure fucking heaven.

It was the taste of salt on your tongue that did it, you felt him pulse in your mouth and it tipped you over the edge. Fuck when you climaxed, you took him with you. Your cries stifled by Tig’s cock as he came down your throat. Your nerve endings erupting like a thousand tiny stars as you swallowed his load.

He pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, those rampant blue eyes staring down at you as his thumb ghosted over your reddened lips. It was reverent the way he looked at you, like you were this beautiful, perfect creature he couldn’t believe had found it’s way into his life. He dropped to his knees, his thumb chasing along your jaw as he kissed you. His hand delved between your legs, withdrawing the vibrator before he replaced it with his fingers, striking that filthy little spot deep inside of you. You arched against him, writhing at the overstimulation, you pulled at the bonds on your wrists as he smiled against your mouth.

“You got one more for me right baby?” he whispered. “You can give me one more.”

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askthekuvaqbrothers · 9 months

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The Cleaner

Cletus clicked his tongue, looking upon the faces of his sleeping brothers. Their Father had explained that being identical was simply part of genetics, but not yet knowing the meaning of that word, he hoped it was something that could be changed.

Because he hated the idea of looking that disgusting.

Argus was snoring, a trail of drool spilling from the corner of his mouth, while little flecks of gunk sat in the corners of his eyes. Rufus had ignored the ‘wash up being getting in bed’ rule and had steaks of grease and dirt all over his face, as well as snot crust on his top lip.

He rubbed his face on his sleeve to try quell the crawling of his skin. Hermes was still at work, so he couldn’t tattle and have them scold into cleaning up, and if he complained the two would brush him off- or worse! They’d try to spread their grottiness!

Holding up his beloved plush lizard, he gave a determined nod, “We’ll have to take matters into our own hands.”

Poisonous flopped in agreement, finding itself tucked securely under arm as Cletus headed into the wash ‘room’. It was also a rule not to waste water, the resource a costly commodity among settlements, but Father would understand it was for the greater good. Once he’d positioned the stepstool by the sink, Cletus balanced Poisonous behind the tap, then attempted to hoist the bucket under the faucet. It clattered loudly, though he knew it wouldn’t be enough to stir the other two. It was much too big to fit beyond awkwardly lying on its side, where Cletus had to adjust the stool to the other side of the sink to reach the tap and start the flow. The liquid was slow to move at first, its yellow-ish grey colour only slightly more appealing than Rufus’ boogers.

‘Ugh, that reminds me…’

He’d seen his brother wiping them under the table just the other night. With a frustrated grumble, he turned off the tap and wriggled the bucket upright, trying not to spill its contents. He carefully stepped down, only managing to hoist the bucket high enough that it banged into his knees as he carted it over to the dining table. Then he dashed back to collect Poisonous, as well as a scrap of fabric he could use as a cloth. He dipped it, wrung it, then squatted by Rufus’ usual chair.

Before he could bring himself to check what disgusting display was on the underside, his eye caught the sight of something on the wall- smears. He shuffled closer.

‘Brown? No, they’re kinda red- oh gross!’

The shape of fingerprints clued him in. Argus was often the one with blood on his hands, either his own, or from trying to fix Rufus’ injuries. Why he felt the need to paint weird dot creatures on the wall with it was beyond Cletus.

He stood, shaking his head, only now noticing with the light of the window behind him that the remains of breakfast were all over the table still- and the floor was in no better condition! Dirt and dust clumped in corners and smeared through walkways- the cooking pot was still sitting unwashed on the stove- The window there was spotted with who knows what-!

Poisonous slipped from his elbow, and he yelped as he twisted to save her from hitting the filthy ground.

“Wha?! What’s going on?!”

Argus sat bolt upright, scanning the room for threats. The voice of his brother's distress was always an alarm to him, he quickly climbed off the bed and put himself in view of the upset Cletus. The green haired boy felt miserable at the mess, tears pricking in his eyes, and on instinct he held out an arm as an invitation for Argus to approach. He did so in turn, but as he came within a foot Cletus remembered how this had begun- at the sight of his drool smeared cheek! He withdrew his arm and instead, flung the wet rag still in hand directly at his brother's face, which it struck with a satisfactory slap.

"Agh!?"

Argus stumbled as Cletus closed the gap, planting a palm on the cloth to scrub it around, focusing on the offending mouth and andeyes.

“Keep your grottiness to yourself!”

Argus tried to squirm away from the assault, ducking, then leaning back. When Cletus pursued, he changed tactics and moved closer, wrapping his arms around his brother's middle, hoisting him in the air. Cletus squawked again, but relented so he could grip Argus’ shoulders for support, the cloth falling into the space between them.

“So you don’t want to be grotty hu?”

He turned and marched to the bed, where Rufus was now constricting a pillow in lieu of his brothers. Cletus turned and watched in horror as the filth smeared on the fabric, knowing Argus’ plan was to put him in that position.

“Noooo!”

He made a desperate wiggle, which stopped Argus from moving as he put him off balance. As he swayed while trying to keep his hold, he lost his footing and spun, ending with his back on the bed and Cletus on top, letting him scrabble away. Now towering above, and with the damp cloth having followed him, he grinned.

“Prepared to be cleaned!”

He dropped onto Rufus' back, pinning him as the roughhousing roused him from his nap, though he didn’t make it to full consciousness before Cletus scrubbed at his face.

“Mrph?!”

Argus rolled over, scrambling into a pouncing position.

“You’re cleaning terror ends here!”

He lept, but Cletus was quicker, jumping off the bed so Argus was left colliding with the confused Rufus.

“That’s what you think!”

He’d barely made a dent in the smears, so there was only one choice- desperate measures. As his brothers tried to get up, he made a grab for the bucket, inadvertently losing his elbow pin on Poisonous as he got one hand on the lip of the bucket and the other underneath, making one mighty throw of the liquid it held. Having both just gotten to their feet, Argus and Rufus had nowhere to run as the water hit them dead on.

“Bwah, what’s going on?!” Rufus shook the water from his hair, splattering the area.

“I think we’ve been defeated.”

“We were fighting??”

Cletus put his hands on his hips, satisfied that his brothers were at least a little cleaner. Then realisation dawned on him as he felt the lack of warmth at his side. He scanned the floor, seeing his plush by the puddle on the floor, and then seeing Rufus raise his foot very purposefully.

“Don’t you dare-!”

The splash from the stomp had no mercy, sending water towards the bed, and Argus, and Poisonous-

Cletus dove, using his body to shield the lizard, letting himself be covered in water and dirt alike. Rufus cackled, stomping more, until there was little water left underfoot. Satisfied, he stilled, which Cletus took as a sign to pull himself from the floor, carefully carry and place Poisonous to their fathers study nook, then turn back to his brothers with furry in his eyes.

When Hermes returned home, he found three dirt covered children and several puddles across the floor.

#deponia #Deponia AU #kuvaq brothers #deponia cletus #deponia rufus #deponia argus #writing #deponia fanfic

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asweetlittlerat · 2 years

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Eldritch SubMas AU that the lovely @yanban-san thought up! ^^

Cw: tentacles, monsterfucking, slight mindbreak, choking, mentions of blood, hints at size difference, AFAB reader. (Uses they/them pronouns)

Don't forget your safety checks!

Nsfw under the cut!

The twins recently have taken a more.. carnally-driven interest in you, and that's how you wound up sandwiched between the two beings in the deepest tunnels of the train station.

Emmet's many mouths whispered endless praises as his 'human' mouth was crashed against yours.

"So cute for us.."

"So small.."

"Such a good darling."

"We have you"

"You are safe in our arms."

"We'll make you feel amazing."

"Just relax."

"We love you.."

Emmet's long, inhuman, tongue danced with yours, muffling the sounds you made as Ingo's many tentacles proded and groped your trembling form.

One suddenly prodded at your entrance and you moved your hips against it, nodding as you rested your head against Ingo's shoulder, the tentacle then squirmed inside you as you left out a small gasp and started moaning loudly.

More tentacles started rubbing against your nipples and constricting around your neck, giving it a very gentle squeeze, you could hear Ingo make a small purr that made the tentacles vibrate slightly.

Emmet's hands tightened their hold on you, nails now leaving marks in your skin, his tongue darted out of his mouth and began licking against your neck, making you react with a small mewl when he found a good spot to sink his sharp teeth into.

They both wanted to claim you as theirs so no other creature could put their filthy hands on someone as amazing as you.

It was quite a lot, and you couldn't fully register what was actually happening, only giving in to what your body wanted at that very moment. Needle-like teeth penetrated your skin and left quite the mark as Emmet's slimy tongue made quick work to clean you, more whispering praises cooed at the taste of your sweet blood. Ingo squeezed you again, forcing another tentacle into you and began thrusting in and out of your wet pussy. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your jaw dropped, panting out their names as a plea for more and the two stared at eachother as you whined, reaching from behind you to pull Ingo's face closer and stealing his lips into a kiss. Which Ingo, in a shock, pulled you even closer up against him as Emmet's hand reached down to play with your clit, while the other reached to cup your face.

"My dear.. my precious." Ingo gasped between kisses "Your lips.. your mouth, it's.. so unbelievably soft.. just like the rest of you." He cried. "Is it alright if I.." Ingo slipped his own tongue into your mouth, continuing to kiss you and hold you closer like a lifeline. You began to whimper, your eyelids growing heavy as you relaxed against Emmet's chest, the two boys worked you through your orgasm, sending you shivering and trembling against the two as they both cooed over how adorable you were.

Your orgasm has left you craving more, and they could both smell the arousal coming from your body. The two went on the attack, shredding themselves of their clothing and looking at you with a newfound hunger. Ingo's mouth went agape as he saw how aroused his little darling was, an inky tongue darted out, covering his chin in a silvery drool.

"I.. want a taste, please let me.."

Ingo muttered to himself before latching his mouth against your pussy, his long inky tongue travelling into you and slowly roaming around the new territory. You let out a loud squeal, your eyes going cross and making contact with Emmet's.

"Shhh.. little love."

"It feels verrrrry good, doesn't it?"

"You're taking it so well.."

"Just reeelaaax.. shh.."

You swore your mind got more fuzzy as he spoke. He took your body into his arms and positioned you to rest against his feathery chest, Ingo still eating you out as if you were the finest meal he's had and ever will have. Emmet smiled at you, stroking himself at the sight of your pleasured expression as his other mouths have started licking and sucking on your skin, covering you in silvery drool.

"Darling...mmnh.. tastes....s'good.. mhh.."

Ingo grumbled against you, and you whimpered out before Emmet spoke.

"Ingo... I believe we should.. move on... we both know verrrrry well...how our little darling tastes."

Emmet's voices harmonized together. Ingo moved away from you, licking up your juices from his mouth, he snarled slightly at Emmet, before using his tentacles to hold you open and wrap around your wrists and ankles. "Darling... Wanna.. fill you.." Ingo groaned loudly as he filled you with his inhuman length. You let out a loud cry before you felt something squishy rubbing against your cheek, and your eyes darted over to the source. It was Emmet, he morphed his cock into something tendril like, his eyes containing a rather dangerous glint.

"Go on~ I know you can take it."

"Don't worry, you'll be okay."

"I'll make sure of it."

Slowly, you opened your mouth and took the tendril in. His eyes widened and he left out a dark chuckle, voices harmonizing together to praise you for taking it in so well.

They then both began to move into you, Emmet pushing you into Ingo and vice versa. Your noises sending vibrations against Emmet's length and he felt his chest swell with pride. Ingo's tentacles instinctively slapped against your skin, sending pleasurable shock waves throughout your body.

"Mnghhh!! Ghhgssh.." You screamed in pleasure onto Emmet's tendril cock.

"Darling, our little darling.. taking us so well!" Ingo groaned loudly, moving himself quicker and rougher into you, shoving you back to take Emmet deeper into your mouth.

"Verrrrry good. So verrrrry good for us both. Can you feel how good you're making us feel?"

You could only sputter against Emmet's cock, drool leaking from your mouth and down your chin.

"Hahh.. Darling.. so small.. constricting around my..nnghh!!" Ingo's thrusts became almost animalistic, his tentacles now moving you up and down like a toy made for pleasure.

You could only scream out in pleasure as Emmet wrapped a hand around your throat, groaning as his eyes rolled up into his head.

The pleasure building up in your gut has gotten to much to handle, releasing onto Ingo's cock and the feeling of you tightening around him sent him over the edge, he released into you as Emmet filled your throat.

After the three of you were fully spent, you could only smile and drool over the warm fuzzy feeling in your body from the love the two brothers had for you. The two Eldritch brothers slowly began to carry you, moving to safer place than the deep abyss of abandoned subway tracks.

#pokemon smut #pokemon ingo smut #pokemon emmet smut #Jell.nsfw #eldritch au #submas au #submas smut

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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Hola Sashi!! cómo estás? OMGGG so excited for this event!! really i couldn’t stop thinking about it haha. btw, i also love the new theme <333 as soon as i saw the event was up i needed to send my request. so could i please have demon zoro x fem reader (human). for the kinks could they be please, degradation kink, overstimulation, blood kink. the place/location could it be on jigoku and the prompt can you fall in love in hell?

hope you are taking care of your self, and don’t forger to hydrate yourself <3

Hola hermosa!! Muy bien? y tu?! So, I think I went a little too far with this request... but, it is supposed to be demonic, isn't it? 😏 I really hope you enjoy this babe!! Thank u so so much for all of your support!

𝑵��𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏! 𝑹𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒂 𝒁𝒐𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝑭! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑨𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅

➡ Tw: nsfw. degrationg kink. blood kink. his blood is kinda used like a drug, so reader is literaly addicted to it. Blood drinking, duh. Vaginal, Anal. Overstimulating. Oral. Rough, violent and everything a demon could do if it was Zoro. ➡ wc: 2.5k ➡ Want more? visit the masterlist

Kneeling in front of such a creature, your legs tremble and your skin gets bumpy. Hell was supposed to be hot, but you are shivering. His stare, it’s cold, it’s weakening. Who are you... What are you?

Greenish hair, long strands, one of his eyes crossed by a scar. He has fangs, he looks like the embodiment of violence and bloodthirst desires. But he also looks majestic, like a Japanese deity, like some kind of God you are willing to pray for, to bow before.

The number three rules his image, three golden earrings, three katanas on his side, and a purple aura that makes it look like he is three in one.

“Wh- who are you?” you ask stuttering, for some reason you think he is able to understand you like any other human being.

“A simple human dares to ask questions?” he asks back, putting himself over you the moment he opens his mouth. And a mouth that opens and shows sharp fangs that look so ready to bite, to devour.

You don’t speak, and instead you simply make yourself into a little ball when he comes walking your way. You, however let your eyes imbibe in the way his hips move as he walks; A kimono only tied around his snatched waist covers everything down his belly button. The defined muscles of his body form the equivalent of carnal work of art, you were told hell was supposed to be punishment, but is this really a punishment? To penalize you for your life actions with such beautiful scenery is really a bad thing…?

His huge hand lands over the crown of your head, it feels heavy, but it is not the weight of the hand what makes you short of breath, but that aura that surrounds him. It feels crushing, it feels asphyxiating but you are so attracted to it that you want more, more of it surrounding your whole being.

Little claws tangle around your hair and pulling from it, he makes you lift your head to fix your eyes on his. Your head subtly thrown back makes your mouth slightly open, showing the creature in front of you a juicy pair of lips and front teeth barely grazing them.

He smirks and licks his fangs, but suddenly bites his own tongue. A drop of dark blood sprouts from it, a drop that he lets fall into your lips. It doesn’t really taste like blood, but it is irony and delicious. His dark blood taste like sin, like impurity, and it makes you wanna taste more of it, like a drug, so in need of it.

“Welcome to hell, you filthy mortal… You’ve been assigned to me” he says, smiling as your pupils dilate, because you need more of that unholy fluid that runs through his veins.

You need to know, also, for what you’ve been assigned to him… even if you can already imagine it as he shakes you and leaves you panting on the floor like a little animal about to be attacked.

“I’m Zoro, first class demon… Soon to become the king of this whole reign. Now, you can chose whether you want me to punish you with pain or you take what I have to offer in exchange for it” he says, revealing what’s been semi clear to you… he is a demon.

“I will take whatever you want” you obediently answer, kneeling with your palms over your lap and a clear submissive pose. It makes Zoro laugh so devilishly, no wonder you ended up in Hell with him… the most perverse, severe, and depraved demon of all Jigoku.

Zoro does not wait a minute longer, and just as you had him covered in clothes a few seconds ago he takes them off, completely. Those katanas that were hanging at his right side, rest so dangerously at your side. You, still unable to contain the little spasms your body experiences because of the sudden addiction for his blood, lick your lip to behold such imagery of nudity. His body looks like those sculpture you once saw in many museums, but with a little twist, his skin is not like marble but instead it has many scars of past cuts that look whiter than his caramel skin. Down his belly button, a happy trail of dark green hairs that leads you to his sex. Sex so hard, dripping, big, almost purple as it is so erect. You feel your mouth get watery, primal instincts kicking in, and the still need for his blood on your mouth.

So needy you are, you try to crawl on all fours to his crotch, making him violently grab you by your cheeks to stop you, carving marks on them with his sharp claws. “Ah such a whore, look at you so needy… what you want filthy scum?” he asks, sure you want more of his blood and now to be able to choke on his cock.

“Blood…” you mumble, having lost almost all of your free will, being a simple slave of that tempting creature so close to you. Your senses become sharper, and sharper. You can even smell his skin scent. A scent that mixes sake and masculine perfume, like sweat. And It’s not disgusting, it is spell bounding, it makes you want him to keep sweating as he fucks you just to be able to get drunk on his odour.

“Open” he mumbles, pressing harder the sides of your mandible joint just to make your mouth gap wider. He sticks his tongue out, letting more drops of his own vital fluids to flow into you. It momentously remedies your need for it, but it makes you even more and more needy the more time it passes. You feel your body readjusting to the way your heart beats faster and stronger, you are able to see more sharply around you and yet still you feel lightheaded.

Drooling you become a mere instrument of that demon now grabbing you by your neck. His arms are so strong it cuts your airflow almost immediately. And yet, if you were to die right there, you would accept it gladly… nothing feels more heavenly than doing it under Zoro’s smirk.

His eye, grey until that moment turns purple and shiny. Whether you did something to motivate it or not, you are not sure, but surely you are about to experience such change. He lifts you up just by your neck, you gag and try to breath, with no great success. Your legs hang as your feet can’t touch the floor.

“I am going to use every hole you have to stick my dick inside of them, I will fuck you until you can’t even recall what’s happening or happened to you. You will be used to receive my cum until you burst with it. And I will, for sure, drink your blood until I am satisfied with it. This is the last chance you have to decide whether you accept this or not”

You, feeling like the last molecule of oxygen has been used by your body, nod with a smirk. Of course, you will accept it, gladly and willingly…

“That’s a good bitch, you see? I wished the last ones had been so obedient…” he mumbles, letting you fall to the ground. Your knees hit the cobbled floor, and for the very first time you take a look at your surroundings. It looks like what people have depicted in art as what hell is, little islands scattered all around, a sea so red that looks like blood and fire everywhere… but what matters the most is the many punishments that are taking place on each little island. Physical punishments, and people being violently fucked by demons everywhere… perhaps that’s what is about to happen to you, and yet, you are not scared at all.

Zoro comes closer, tightening his grip on your hair once again. He pushes his own dick against your lips for you to open and receive it inside of your mouth. You do, allowing him to go as deep as he wishes in just the very first thrust. Violently, and not caring about your own wellbeing, the demon makes your throat hurt, mercilessly.

In and out, perfect, and hard hips move. You gag and cry, and you drool enough for the saliva to flow through the sides of your lips. You try to look at him in between blurry vision and salty tears. “Take. It. All. Inside” he grunts with each thrust. Zoro bites his own lips with raptured expression each time you feel like throwing up, he knows exactly when to stop to prevent so, and yet you are sure he won’t even care about it.

So hard he bites his lips sometimes, that more blood comes out of them. You are surprised by how not a single pain expression takes over his countenance, and instead he feeds you from time to time with it. The drops falling over his large shaft, just for you to lick it out of it. Pleased and grateful you drink it, drugged with the irony taste of it. It makes you even more willing to let him ruin you, to destroy you.

Zoro never stops but slaps your hands that want to bury on his well-trained ass. “Don’t touch me, disgusting whore. You are here to be touched, not to touch” he grunts, pushing you off and finishing with his own hands. He pumps harder and enjoys the way you stick your tongue out to receive his cum without even have to be asked to do so.

“You thought I wanted to finish right in your mouth, you little bitch?” he laughs, and smirking as he begins to spasm while orgasm hits him hard, he cums right on your face. Sure, some fall into your mouth, but the rest doesn’t. It bathes you completely, you try to lick it off your lips and that makes Zoro even more amazed at how much you degrade yourself to him.

His huge hand smears his release all over you and cleans your eyes. But he is not doing it because he is helping you, but just to enjoy your raptured expression while being touched by him. Zoro has you in the palm of his hand, so willingly open to be his. You have an insane addiction for him, you lust for his body, you almost love that demon…

… can someone fall in love in Hell?

“Good girl, have some more of my blood” he says, once he is satisfied with using your mouth. This time the blood comes from his wrist, carving a little mark with his fangs the dark fluid flows and drop by drop it falls to the ground. “Lick it from the floor, needy little whore” he commands, pushing your head down. And you comply as you drink it from the stones underneath your feet, enjoying every little bit of it.

While you do so, Zoro walks around you. You perhaps haven’t noticed yet, but your body is completely naked. That’s how you get to hell, that’s how everybody walks through there. The demon that’s punishing you, now uses his heel to kick you softly so you fall completely to the ground.

“Ass up” he orders, and you obey. Not on all fours, just your hips up. You wiggle your butt as if you were a little puppy so happy to see his owner. And it is, indeed, the case… Zoro, is your owner.

He kneels behind you, once again snatching your hair and pulling your head back. He plays with his once again hard sex, mixing his abundant precum with your arousal liquids up and down. “I will use these two holes, I’m glad you have both… I’m sick of those little shits with just one”

You swallow, of course he will use both, he told you that already…

First, he sticks himself into your cunt. He doesn’t care if you aren’t stretched enough to take his size, he just goes in. Your walls clench to his dick, making it even tighter for him. The demon grunts and even moans, he is enjoying your spasming womb as much as you enjoy his violent intrusion. “Keep milking my dick, lower being of hell” he encourages you, throwing his head back and carving his nails into the sides of your ass. And it goes as deep inside you, as his claws to your flesh. And it doesn’t hurt, but it makes you whine, loudly, for the very Lucifer to hear, for even God to do so.

Zoro uses your own blood to lubricate your rear entrance as he keeps destroying your uterus with his hard hip hammering motion. And when he is satisfied of fingering and fucking you, he takes his dick off you just to bow and lick your ass clean from your ferrous vital fluid. Not only he does relish in your blood taste, but he also preps your back entrance for his dick.

Dilated just enough to take him, not really caring if you will suffer, he positions himself to fuck you once again. First the throbbing tip of his dick, it begins to push itself inside you. You feel the burning of the very moment of him moving inside you. Seconds later, and already enjoying, he is able to move freely, and deeply into you. He fucks you anally, but also uses his fingers to overstimulate you over your clit.

Losing almost conscious, you still can recognize the way he has fun sticking his dick randomly into your front entrance, as well as your back one. You are sure you reach orgasm multiple times but are so many you simply stop counting them. Your body can only take a little more, but apparently and as he wants to keep fucking you endlessly, he gives you his own wrists for you to suck on his delicious blood. Blood that keeps you going, that makes your heart pump faster, that makes your senses go all over the place, allowing him to have full control of your body.

You shiver and tremble, your teeth chatter, your muscles become weak, but he still uses you as much as he desires. But even demons like him must finish, and just as he told you, he fills you up with his release. And it is so much, that you feel the pressure in your womb, an explosive sensation… yet, nothing compares with the way his fangs bury on the side of your neck.

“Give me back my blood” he whispers, like a god of terror, before biting and sucking right from your carotids the liquid your heart pumps. He does, glutting himself, with reddish liquid flowing over the commissure of his lips. An imagery you get to barely presence from the side, as he keeps fucking you even after filling you up with his own seed…

And you simply want more, for the rest of what’s left of you… or even eternity. You can definitely fall in love in hell… Or is it plain and impure addiction to this unholy being?

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wingsyouburn · 2 years

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"Don't cover your face, I want to see you." Ardeth/Rick/Evy if you please!

Um... this is going behind a cut because it is filthy, yet I don't think you'll mind ;)

Probably will ended up putting on AO3 later!

Ardeth leaned back in the bed, resting on his forearms. His hands fisted the sheets, willing his body to remain still as Evy undid his trousers. He’d ached all evening, through the meal they shared with others in his village, through the pleasantries of socializing afterwards. The O’Connells coming to visit was a reason for celebration with food, drink, and song.

If only the villagers realized the real reason for their arrival, and it had nothing to do with ancient artifacts, ruins, or undead creatures threatening to kill them all.

No, they were here for Ardeth, and Ardeth had been patient, waiting for their arrival. Only now, they were finally alone, in Ardeth’s bedroom. Evy took Ardeth’s cock in hand and stroked him, cooing softly. “It’s been too long,” she murmured. A pink tongue flicked over the head. “I expected you to ravage me the moment we set foot in town.”

He grunted, dragging a hand over his face. “You are worth the wait.” His eyes flicked over to Rick, lounging in the chair in the corner.

Rick reached inside his own pants, fisting himself. Soon it would be Ardeth’s hand, and Ardeth’s mouth, wrapped around that girth. His mouth watered in anticipation, even as Evy’s lips slid down Ardeth’s erection.

“All of us are out of patience,” Rick grunted. “Especially me.”

Ardeth vowed to tend to both of his lovers, ensuring they wanted for nothing while they were in his home and among his people. Yet he couldn’t focus, not when Rick teased him with his actions, and Evy with her sinful mouth. He rocked his hips into Evy, long hair falling into his face. He made no move to fix it, choosing instead to thread a hand into Evy’s hair.

“Don’t cover your face,” Rick said, “I want to see you. All of you.”

Evy arched her back and glanced over at her husband. “Greedy. You’ll get your turn.”

“And then I’ll take care of both of you.” Ardeth sat up, and, because Rick asked, tied his hair into a loose ponytail. “Better?”

With a shit-eating grin, Rick relaxed back into his seat and stroked himself. “Much.”

“Boys,” Evy drawled, “focus. Sex now, talking later.”

Rick chuckled. “You heard the lady.”

Ardeth couldn’t deny Evy or Rick anything. To have them both here was a gift, and he didn’t intend to waste it. Tonight was just the beginning.

#the mummy #the mummy fic #ardeth bay #evelyn carnahan #rick o'connell #ardeth/evy/rick #amie writes #meme time

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kunigamiis · 3 years

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𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍

contains baji keisuke

tw incest, dubcon, manipulation, panty stealing, unprotected sex

You’re pinned to his body, looking ever so tiny tucked into him. Perfection. Splayed in your big brother’s lap, the road here vaguely innocent but fading quickly and Baji is quick to run that home with his mouth back to yours. Claiming your tongue as his property.

You whine out into it, growing needier by the second. His little sister is a horny mess for him, how cute. It takes everything in his power not to bend you over the table and pound into you until you’re squealing like an animal. Some other time, but not right now. His hand slips under the nighty you’re wearing though, mouth dropping open against the curve of your jaw at the fluffy lace lining the edge of your panties.

He hates thinking of you as sexually active, but fuck, that’s enough to make him ready to snap, already hard. “Give ‘em to me after this, your panties.” The thought alone makes him twitch in his pants, his hips growing less and less controlled by the second. His boxers are ruined by thick beads of precum, sweatpants now being stained by both his incessant dry-humping and the wetness staring to collect in your own underwear.

When you don’t really respond, he pulls your face down to meet his own by your cheeks, squeezing just hard enough to serve as a lifeline from your dreamy state back to Earth. “Let your sweet big brother have them, huh?” he begs, and though you don’t understand why he’d want them, you swallow.

“But they are dirty, Kei nii, I have to wash them.” Your protest only makes him smile against you, white teeth standing out in the dimming light of the room. Kazutora would be coming back any time soon, he remembers, mentally scolding himself for starting this now. But was he supposed to do about your sweet words and exposed legs, making him so hard his hands shake in anticipation.

Your big brother is a filthy, insatiable creature, he knows it too. He rubs his thick cock between the soft lips of your covered pussy a few more times, before putting his hands steady under your ass and lifting you up against him, letting your knees press against his sides while he holds your back to keep you from falling back. Your legs are squished up in between your two bodies, cunt now pressing directly on his suffering hard-on, and Keisuke has to stand still for a moment to make sure he doesn’t drop you with the groan that makes its way out of him.

You cling onto him as he carries you to the bed, a smile making it’s way onto his lips, a little evil as he watches you pout and tear like the little thing you are. “You’re so cute,” he coos with his grin widening, dropping you a bit too roughly into the bed and you whine at the spring that jams between your shoulder blades as a result. You shuffle up higher and he follows after you, licking a trail up your chest. "Show me your pussy again? Can you show niichan?"

Begrudgingly you slip your hand between your legs, he's trained you to be plenty obedient, and push the pink panties aside to slow his your -his- slicked up pussy. "S' embarrasing, Kei nii."

He only makes a faint noise of disagreement, already getting onto his knees and pushing his sweats down to reveal the flushed, leaking head of his cock. "It's not, I'm your brother. I take care of you." He doesn't waste any time spitting into his hand and stroking himself a few times with a groan, throwing his head back. You watch him, face heating under the sharp, pretty eyes that lay you out so pretty.

You shiver when his hands grip your thighs tight and spread them even more, before he gives you a mocking, little pout. "Wanna have it inside, hm? You do, don't you?" You whine, biting back the embarrassed heat to let him pull your hips down against him. "C'mon, say it. Say 'I want your cock, Kei nii'. Or else I'll really make you cry."

#tokyo revengers #baji smut #baji #tokrev #tokyo revengers smut #tokrev dc #tokrev.txt #tw.incest #tw.dubcon #💫ch.baji

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elysianslove · 3 years

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Hello thank you accepting requests and spending time writing for us all! Could I request something like a timid Succubus!reader or some sexual curse thinking Yuji would be good to feed off on a night where she’s really hungry, but then bumps into Sukusa taking control and just fucking reader until she feels so full she doesn’t need to feed for a looooong while? (⌒▽⌒) Have fun!!

hi!!! thank you so much for your words eeeeee

anyways! more sukuna smut yay! eat up, simps <3 it’s not a yuuji smut but he’s still aged up here due to the sexual implications towards him at the start

warnings; angry unprotected sex between two creatures, with so much degradation and a lotta hair pulling. some choking. yum. this is so filthy pls

━ you first take notice of him on the cloudiest night in japan, where the moon is barely visible behind the curtain of wispy fluff. it still manages to shine through, just enough for you to spot him from where you stand among the trees. hungry eyes scan his body: he’s tall, strong and muscular, and there’s a lingering sense of innocence that makes your mouth water all that much. as he tilts his head back and laughs, exposing his throat to you, you feel an overwhelming sense of desire bubble at the pit of your stomach. with one last look at him, you make your decision, and fall back with the shadows.

it’s humid in the small cabin you reside in, the world around you lulling itself to sleep. the boy is in a deep slumber on your couch, snoring softly, and you resist the urge to bite into his flesh while he’s so vulnerable. you’ll take joy in his reactions, in something so strong and sturdy beneath you. of course, you’d played your part, seducing him until the consent fell off his tongue in pretty waves, because it’s never fun if they try to resist. it’s always better when they succumb to the overwhelming pleasure you pull out of them.

the clock ticks three times before you let out a restless sigh, opting instead of waiting around for him to wake up to walk out of the small room into your kitchen, a cold glass of water finding its way into your hand. you gulp it down quickly, but the shiver that courses through you isn’t due to the ice that lingers in the glass.

there’s something behind you.

someone.

you’re inhumanely fast as you spin around, nails sharp and teeth bared, but they’re much faster. your wrists are in their grasp in seconds, and you’re pushed up against the wall quicker than you can blink. blink and register that this is the same boy you’ve lured into your domain, but it’s also not. the surprise upon seeing this — this man, in all his angry, tattooed glory, brings your guard down a moment too long, and you find yourself stuck between the physical wall behind you, and the wall of flesh before you.

“why do you have my vessel captive?” he sneers at you, and your anger boils back up into your chest.

it clicks into place, all at once, and you narrow your eyes. “curse,” you spit at him.

“demon,” he bites back. “answer me.”

“i owe you nothing,” you retort angrily. your wrists twist underneath his grasp, attempting to get away, but he doesn’t budge, and fuck is he strong. he doesn’t relent, doesn’t move an inch, only tightens his fists, digging his nails into your skin. you bite back the urge to flinch from under his stare. “you’re not who i want,” you add in a low voice.

for a moment, his grasp loosens, enough for you to lift a knee aimed at his abdomen, kicking at him with all your might. it does more to injure you than it does him, especially because of the fact that you dwell at your weakest, hungry and unsatisfied. you’re about to slip out from underneath his arm, but his hand finds your hair, tugging at it so harshly it emits a surprised and pained shout from your lips. your face is roughly pushed up against the wall, hands pressing to steady yourself, his hand remaining in your hair.

he tugs again, and another yell falls from your lips. his lower body is pressed against yours, hips keeping yours from moving, while his other hand rises to grip your jaw, carelessly digging his nails in. “answer me,” he repeats himself, and you notice his voice is surprisingly lower.

when you shift your hips, in an attempt to move away from him, an attempt to fix this uncomfortable position, you feel it, hard and poking at your lower back, and you laugh, loud and boisterous and mocking. he digs his nails deeper as a show of anger, but he only grows harder, so you laugh, and laugh, and laugh until your breathless.

and then, with a sultry, taunting, and dismissive voice, you say, “you’ll have to do.”

it doesn’t take long for him to finally understand, to process that you not only identify as a demon, but one that feeds on sexual intercourse. and it doesn’t take you long to realize that you may not be the first of your kind to come across him. you are, however, the first who’s face he’s fucked.

your back is once again pressed up against the same wall, but your on your knees, hands gripping his thighs, and face stuffed with his cock. it feels so good, and he tastes even better. you can feel every drag of his cock as he thrusts into your mouth, and you gag and choke but it’s everything you’ve ever needed. the desire doesn’t fade away, though, it only thrums and builds in your stomach and chest and spreads across your limbs. he’s so big in your mouth, stretching your lips and jaw wide, and it’s aching, it hurts, and there are tears stinging the corner of your eyes and your face is flushed and your chest is heaving, but your eyes are also rolling back from the pleasure.

it’s dizzying how obscene this is, and it hits you with outstanding suddenness that the other boy, the vessel, would have never done this. the control would have been entirely in your hands. you yourself would have led his cock down your throat, swallowed around him and choked until you had no air left in your lungs. but this curse, sukuna as you’d found, holds the reigns entirely himself. you have absolute no control over the way he thrusts in your mouth, even when he buries himself deep, holding your head steady as the lack of oxygen hits your brain, even as you start thrashing and your arms start flailing and you continuously slap at his thighs.

he doesn’t relent, and the scariest part is that you fucking love it.

your throat bobs as you swallow around him, gagging as he sinks deeper and deeper until your nose is pressed against his pelvis. your mouth widens to accommodate his size, your throat spasming in an attempt to get accustomed to the intrusion. “fucking whore,” he spits out as he drags you away by your hair. drool spills from your mouth, your lips glistening with spit and precum, a single line of it connecting you to his dick. you don’t attempt to shy away when he tilts your head back, instead, you smirk up at him, sucking in a sharp breath and licking at your lips.

“so you still need that brattiness fucked out of you?” he taunts. his hand twists your hair and he pulls you up. instinctively, your hands fly up to curl at his wrist, gripping it tightly. with anger guiding him, he leads you to the couch in the living room. “need to put in your place, hm?” he adds, pushing you down across the couch’s arm, baring you to him entirely, the thin shawl you’d had on completely disregarded in the kitchen.

your hands fall before you, steadying your body, as his hands grip at your hips, down to your ass, where he kneads at the flesh. small whimpers fall from your lips as he continues to squeeze and pinch at the back of your thighs, quick pants tumbling out while his nails scratch and mark you. fuck, you are going insane.

with a breathless gasp, you turn your head, fixing him with a challenging glare. “sounds like you’re all talk,” you tease, reveling in the way his face twists furiously.

unexpectedly, his palm strikes down against your ass, and you squeal, hips rutting and legs swinging at the shock of the impact. “shut the fuck up,” he warns you, his hand landing another harsh smack, and despite the pain that shudders through you, and the heat searing from your ass, your back arches into him, pushing back against him. “yeah,” he encourages in a low voice, his other hand smacking your other cheek. “that’s all you’re good for.” he hits you again, and you have to bite back a whimper of pleasure, opting to bring a hand to your mouth and biting into the flesh of your palm instead as he continues to smack at your ass, unrelenting and unforgiving, never once holding back on you. “getting fucked and used— i know you’re fucking enjoying this,” he adds.

if he continues to deprive you of what you really need, you’re afraid you’ll have to resort to begging for it. “then fuck me,” you groan. “use me.”

you expect him to break, to falter, to finally satiate you, but he doesn’t. instead, he falls forward, leaning close to you with two steady hands gripping your hips. and then, against your ear, with his heavy, wet cock pressed against the small of your back, he growls, “beg for it like the whore you are,” and you find you have no option but to do so.

humiliatingly, you dissolve into a fit of sobs, your hips pathetically and aimlessly rutting and pushing back against him, desperate and wanting as you cry out a chorus of, “please, please, please—“ like it’s the only word you know. his nails dig deeper into your skin as your pleading rises in volume and without warning, he sinks into you, bottoming out. the scream of shock and pain and confused pleasure that tumbles out of your lips is terrifying, and it dies out into a sob, your head falling back down, forehead pressing against the cushions of the couch.

he feels so good. he’s filling you up in ways you’d never imagined you could be, and the pleasure he drowns you in is stupefying you, numbing all your limbs. you feel on fire with how overwhelmed you are, and you doubt the need to feed will overcome you for months.

the drag of his cock against the tightness of your walls is intoxicating, and you can feel every part of him as he pulls out, only to sink back in deeper. with every thrust, a yell is dragged out from your lips, broken, helpless sobs tumbling out. he fucks you stupid, hard and fast and deep, exactly the way you need it. you can feel yourself dripping and drenching your thighs and the couch’s arm beneath you, and you can hear the squelch of your cunt as it sucks his cock in with every thrust.

“so,” you sob, “fucking,” another hiccup, “full.” you yell out again, grip on the edge of the cushions whitening your knuckles.

“taking it like the good, little cum slut you are, hm?” he keens. your eyes roll back at the words, and fuck, who knew you’d be like this? one particular harsh thrust pushes you forward, brushing your clit against the rough fabric of the couch. it has you trembling uncontrollably, how with every thrust your clit is being stimulated, and his cock keeps brushing and dragging along the sweet spot within you until your orgasm is hitting you all of a sudden, sending you into momentary shock before your lower body is shaking terribly, hips pushing and pressing and trembling.

the couch’s cushions are damp with your drool and spit and tears as you gasp and shake and shudder and cry. he doesn’t stop. he’s not stopping.

oh, fuck.

with a hand in your hair pulling you up, and another hand finding its way around your throat, he squeezes tightly, pressing his lips against your neck and whispering, “i’m not done with you yet,” before sinking his teeth in, marking you in every way possible.

end note; brb gotta cleanse myself

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draganasimpsforjeff · 3 years

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Jeff The Killer with Camgirl S/O

How fucking dare you?

Just sitting there with slutty clothes presenting your lovely flesh and figure for other men to see for men who don't own you. Who don't love you, fuck you, or hold you. Something that was his job as he was crowned your boyfriend.

He watches you from across the room as he sat on an old office chair, growing more and more pissed off as you giggle innocently at the webcam sporting on your laptop. The same innocent giggle that you did when you would purposely get him jealous just so he would dick you down later.

He was more than aware of your games and this was just one of them.

His fist clenches nails digging into his clothed knees, threatening to rip the fabric of his jeans. The way your leg slides up and the fishnets showing more than enough of your skin. As far as he knew, that skin only for his eyes to see and of course these disgusting assholes paid to see those parts of you.

The only thing that kept him from not stomping over there and ripping the cords to shreds, shutting the scene down and deactivating your account was because 1. None of them actually get to touch you. They're just seeing from a screen 2. It did bring in money but it was the point of it.

His ears perk up at the familiar ding of when someone pays you a tip, making your smile turn into a toothy grin before licking your lips and spreading your legs a little more, sliding your hand teasingly downwards. "You're willing to pay that much for me to just play with myself? How generous." he snickers, rolling his eyes as that was your fake appreciative voice.

The same way people worked in customer service have but you obviously made more and were happier, it was present in your voice. And it irked him to no end.

Of course, you happened to just pick a perfect shade of lighting for tonight's show. One that happened to be his favorite especially compared to your body.

Cherry red lights with some neon lights in the back, creating the picture perfect shadows for your curves, accentuating the best of you possible, which was every part to him. But red was such a lustful color as well and oh honey, how greatly you were wearing it tonight.

His leg began to bounce up and down in aggravation, slowing feeling the need to chew his nail till they were all bloody.

Ha. How great would it look for you to suck on his fingers, lapping up all of the blood with big doey eyes silently asking for more to taste.

You were such a beautiful creature to break and mold to his perfection.

"Alright then!" you giggle, using your hands to pull down your lacy underwear, swinging it around your finger before making the point to throw it far enough to where it lands on his face.

You watch for a moment admiring the sight of his shoulders tensing as he was sniffing the underwear where your pretty cunt was hiding behind moments ago.

Oh, how sweet you smelled.

But then you pay attention back to the crowd, sliding just one digit down to your puffy folds, beginning to fake moan which almost makes Jeff laugh from behind the scenes.

You were such a liar. You didn't know yourself more than he did. He knew the twists and turns, inside and out and everything else just by how much his dick had paid your cunt a visit. You were his personal cocksleeve anyways.

A few more dings come through, wanting you to use more than your fingers to please yourself. You really wanted to use Jeff's knife handle but you had a feeling the men on this platform were too boring and vanilla for that.

Holding in a sigh, you turn around and get on your knees letting the camera get a nice view of your ass and pussy as you lean towards the lower shelf on the nightstand where you and Jeff kept your plastic box of toys. You smirk as you hear a low growl but roll your eyes his way, sending him a wink but not making it noticeable enough to raise questions.

You hum, turning back around the shirt you wore right now gave visual access to your cleavage.

The urge to claim you in front of others was getting stronger, almost a painful knot in his stomach as he watches you with eager eyes rummaging through the toy box, asking which one they would like to see you use to abuse your cunt with.

Though he didn't want to blow your cover of being 'single' as that was what you claimed because people would want to offer more money to someone who couldn't get help from someone else especially these filthy bastards who think if it wasn't for them, you would be homeless and no way to buy things to customize certain requests and make more money.

His heart started beating faster his breathing harder before he marched over there and the second your eyes connected you knew this was game over.

"Oh shit." you mumble, before being pushed onto your back already knowing to listen to whatever he wanted as he was your real savior.

He turns to the camera with an angry look on his face, several usernames exiting out of the room but plenty remained but the chat stopped with the emojis and suggestions. He continues to stare down at the screen before snapping his head over to you.

"You want to show them who you really belong to?" Oh how quick your submissive side caved for him and you nod, whimpering a little as he was taking a bit too long for your liking.

"That's a good girl." he smirks, taking out his knife from his hoodie the bit of light making the blade glint, moving a little to the side so the audience had just enough of a view to see what he was going to do.

He reverses the knife so it was the handle that teases your sopping sweetness that was begging for him already muscles pulsating and working themselves in preparation for him.

You whine, exposing yourself more for him as he shoves more of the handle into you the blade cutting his hand as he gripped it. His eyes narrow at you as he uses one of his hands to go to your lips. "Lick, slut. Show them how freaky MY girl is."

Well you were definitely going to be known for something on this platform.

Taking a moment to shared lock eyes it was enough to part your lips open for him to slip his long manly fingers into your mouth blood mixing with your saliva.

Such a delicious combination.

The two of you mixing so well.

Your moan grow louder in the room and with it not being soundproof, they only echoed.

Small spaced out dings could be heard as you both collected money from horny cocks. You were absolutely losing yourself to him once again as he continues with the handle before pulling it out.

"How cute...you've already creamed on it...this all for me doll?" he asks with a teasing tone as the handle shows hot white liquid over it. You nod frantically, whining while tears begin to build and threaten to fall from being teased and nothing more.

He was usually talkative during sex like his own words turn him on as well along with how your body responds to them.

He licks his lips slowly before sliding his tongue over the black cover of the knife, licking up your sweetness and swallowing it. He was quiet compared to you, he would not dare to make a single noise especially on camera. No. If anyone was going to be loud it was going to be you.

"You want my cock, sweetheart?" He asks, grabbing you and moving your body so once he fucks you he wouldn't be blocking the view. He gave the camera a side view and your face was now visible.

"Yes, daddy." you said respectively in a desperate tone, squeezing your thighs against him to trap him in your grip, but he just snickers grabbing some pink rope and quickly tightens your wrists together before stretching your arms over your head. "Beg." he says, taking his clothes off to reveal his overly sexy body.

Abs for days with prominent muscles and bones showing with his back and collarbones and oh fuck, his shoulder. He had a deep cut v line with a pretty thick dick that was around 7 inches.

What was enough to make you so full and slutty.

You hated when he did this because you could feel yourself growing shy but it was worse this time as there were eyes watching you. You look at him, silently sending him a message to just fuck you without saying anything. But he just smirks, leaning down to kiss your knee and to your thigh while making sure his dick teases your entrance.

You were in so much pain and all you could do was use your legs to touch him and nothing else. "P-p-please daddy.." you begin, making him tilt his head. "Please what? finish your sentence."

You swallow thickly, pressing your body against his trying to gain more of a chance for him to slip inside of you, but he pushes away. "Finish your sentence."

"Please daddy fuck me dumb like the stupid slut I am." you whine your cunt growing more and more wet and needy.

"Was that so hard?" he asks before ramming himself into you making you cry out in pleasure and some pain as he didn't let you adjust before continuing to thrust.

"This. This is my fucking cunt. I don't even have to pay for some lousy show with some fake ass moaning-" He growls, obviously sending a message to the remaining people.

"I own her. She's my little slut. My girl, to love, to hold, to FUCK! And guess what? I get it for free." He laughs seeing tears streak down to your cheeks.

"How pathetic that you only touch yourself, imagining how it would feel to be inside of her, well that's not enough." He grunts, grabbing his knife to make small cuts on your hips before leaning down to lick them up. Making some more cuts and spreads it around your stomach with his hand.

"She's my little freak." He only continued to get you bloodier and that was enough to make everyone leave.

He immediately pulls out making you kick your legs in a tantrum as he goes over and cuts the wires, disconnecting from everything and takes his time deleting your account. "I hope you learned your lesson." He says, eyeing you as you struggled to get the rope off your wrists watching as puts his pants back on and leaves the room.

Leaving you a bloody, horny, wet whore surrounded by toys and the memories of him using them on you. His scent all around. Everything in the room was his.

Including you.

#creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #creepypasta thirst #proxies x reader

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txciaz · 3 years

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Hi!! So,

it's my ( literal ) first time writing fanfiction, so I'm pretty new at this stuff, but Lady Dimitrescu is all I was able to think about for weeks and I >needed< to do something about it.

( If you want some context, I wrote this thinking “what if Alcina survived?” - Alcina's pov )

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The fall,

The end of everything you once loved

Ethan Winters.

You woke up... somehow, you woke up. The frigid air hitting your fresh wounds felt like a jolt send by reality, as if one says "you're still alive" -

- and oh how you were starting to hate that feeling.

Laying on the demolished floor of your castle, muscles twitching in pain, mouth open gasping for air... that's how you are, how you will remember yourself from now on. A defeated dragon, a crushed woman, a dead mother.

You should get up, you should let go of your carcass and crawl your way back into the warmth of your home, you should—

—you should be dead, actually. Resting on death's cold embrace along with your daughters.

Daughters.

God, your daughters.

The memories flood your mind with a painful, unbearable reminder; they're gone, dead, crystalized - gone. They're gone. Your lovely daughters, your pride and joy, the main reason you'd open up your eyes in the morning...

...Bela,

Cassandra,

Daniela....

Their names are long cold, not yet forgotten - no, never forgotten - but somewhere else, as they don't belong here anymore; not on your arms, tucking them to bed. Not on your hands, caressing their faces. Not on your lips, kissing their foreheads. Not on your tongue, as you say them.

A raspy scream leaves your throat, it sounds disturbing.

You sob, hot tears trailing down your cheeks and neck, small cries for help find their way into the wind, disappearing with less importance then when they materialized.

You cannot recall for how long you stayed at that very same position, perhaps some hours, perhaps a day, but you are certain that at some point you were overcame by tiredness and collapsed - probably the best to do for now.

xxx

And so, rises the moon and the stars watch upon your limp body, the night howling a merciful wind and singing a melodic song. Grunting, you push yourself up with your elbows, sitting up and facing the sky through the hole you've made on the roof... and the levels above...

A huge carcass sits besides you, it's wings bended on itself and it's big mouth open to whoever would like to have a peek; you probably changed back into your normal body while unconscious... Now that you can see it clearly, you notice the damage that man-thing did to you... by heavens, how were you still alive and...

Oh. The castle. You look forward, taking in the horizon - the stars look exclusively shiny tonight - you breath in, the dusty air causes you to chough a few times. Stretching your neck a bit to see your whole house, you tell yourself it looks.. fine, actually, ignoring the broken windows. The broken windows.

It's cold. You shiver harshly, panting as the air meets your bare back and rumbles through your lungs, making you hug yourself, - you're naked, you just realized - the winter in Romania is truly kind to no one.

Your legs tremble with just the thought of trying to stand on your feet. You don't rush to do it either, let the wintry breeze take in your wounds, make it sting, burn it, freeze it; freeze your body along.

“To die. To die is to live. To live without them, that's torture. To live without their presence, absent of their scents, to not hear them, nor see their faces again, that's worse than death; far, far worse. How could I ever walk into that damned house without the heavenly sounds of their laughs, the tapping of their feet as they walk free, the steadiness of their heartbeats, reminding me that my own still beats.

Beats for them. For them only.

And they're gone.

So who shall my heart beat for? Myself? No, that wouldn't do. I will rip it out from my chest if I must, sacrifice it to any god who may hear me, all so I could spend five more minutes with them. Then I'd die in peace and find them at my arms again at whatever comes after this poor life.

But I'm here.”

You still hold yourself as you stare at a castle's - broken - window, new warm tears hanging the same trail the old and now dry ones did, a silent cry.

Your intrusive thoughts were abruptly cut by a loud noise from the inside of the castle, making you jump up, gathering all your last strengths to stand and walk a few shaky steps closer to home. The more you walked, the louder the noises got; a little rustle became a bang, and your tiptoing became a sprint, you hold yourself as tight as you can, ignoring the bleeding, the cold air spiking your lungs, how insanely fast you heartbeat was. You need to get there, protect the last remnant of them you still have.

The gates felt heavy now, even for you, who would open them with one hand. Where is your strength now? The fearless dragon who'd do anything to protect her house? Perhaps she died on that fall, and now all there's left is a shadow of what you were one day.

With much pain, you open the big doors, leading to the comfort of your house; you don't get in, you throw yourself in. The warm atmosphere engulfed you like a summer kiss on a winter storm, all you needed to ground yourself to reality for now. Grabbing some sheets laying over an old counter, you wrap yourself in it – oh, that's gonna get soaked in blood, but that's not of your concern now – moving incredibly fast for someone as hurt as yourself, you follow the continuous sounds that could not mean something good. The main doors are open, the cellar is unlocked as well, that idiotic man-thing couldn't even close the doors once he finished slaughtering your home? Imbecile.

You stand at the library's door now, suddenly frozen; you know what happened in there... do you really want to get in? Are you truly ready to face it again? Maybe you should take a step back and walk away, it would be the most logical decision to take now.

But what is logic when the heart screams? What is the brain for once your emotions take the best of you? You can't walk away. Put some honor on your name. Save the last bit of your daughter that fate is still conceiving you. Your chest rises and falls completely out of coordination, your fists close around the fabric involving your body; get ready, you're going in; gather the last bit of courage you have inside yourself and blast these doors.

And so you do.

You bring those pieces of wood to the ground, the only barrier between you and the reality you couldn't accept; a guttural growl forms in your chest as you see a lycan approach your child's crystalized body; you're blind with ire, sorrow, protectorship - you name it - and it makes you shout at the top of your lungs as you dilacerate the filthy beasts you'd bat your eye at. A bloody trail of corpses marks your way through the castle grounds, your claws dripping with fresh sanguine fluid - which you can't tell if it's from the creatures or from yourself - the crimson path follows you all the way to the other wing of mansion like a spirit who must haunt you for eternity.

You scream like a feral animal, blood soaking the once white cloth around your form; the scream becomes a shriek, which descends to a yelp, ending as a furious cry. You can feel the anger leaving you, like the waters of a waterfall; explosive, big portions of water falling into a numb, deaden lake. Hopefully those waters will carry you with them, you shall fall and sink at a anesthetizing lagoon.

You kneel, eyes closed, eyebrows frowned; a loud sigh fills the deafening silence in the air, your mind is blank – better, your mind is red, scarlet red mixed with black, ire and grief. Slowly, your head lower itself so you're facing the floor.

The big Lady Dimitrescu,

kneeling on a pool of blood, defeated.

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“Lady Dimitrescu!”

Who..? The voice was so far yet so close, you try your best to focus on the direction of the calls but your nerves just won't cooperate.

“Lady!”

Who would be calling for you? Is your mind playing tricks on you now? And since when you were laying on the floor? Too many questions for too little answers. You try to stand up, but a sharp pain on your side made you cry out and fall on your back, face knotted in pain – perhaps your adrenaline rush was keeping you from feeling what was really happening with your body, and now you feel like you're betraying yourself for that.

A small figure approaches you in a fast pace, causing you to unleash your claws one more time and snarl at the not-so-possible threat; you were hurt. Vulnerable. Letting someone close was the last thing you wanted now. The humanoid thing backs away a few steps with your aggressive reaction, hands on their chest, visibly afraid – even though your vision is quite blurry, you identify their expression: scared, desperate, sorrowful – they call out once more, almost shouting.

“Please, Lady Dimitrescu, let me help!”

Ah... Help... The now clearer feminine voice washes over you - a wave of compassion - as if hope has found its way to your house again. Well, it better go away again, or you'll drag it out yourself.

“Out.” was all that left your lips, your intense gaze locking with hers, a silent yet not so discrete warning; although you had only said one word, it was well understood by the woman, who stepped away, eyes still meeting yours, a dreadful cast hang on her face.

Still, she didn't left.

Is that girl testing her luck? It can only be. Once again you warn her: “Leave. I will not repeat myself.”

Her posture stiffens, after a moment of silence she looks at the door, truly wondering about leaving or not; her body turns around, her knuckles going white from how hard she was grabbing the fabric on her chest – she's conflicted. But why? Who is she, after all? – A long, defeated sigh leaves her, as if she knows there is no choice left.

“Allow me to help.” A failed effort on trying to sound confident; her voice is full of tears and her tone is oscillating – it makes you wonder if she has been crying – The human walks towards you, trying not to make any eye contact; you can't stand on your feet, you left hand is pressed on your injured side, the other is open and directing your now extended nails towards her.

Oh how funny it is, no?

The predator being cornered by the prey. The dragon being trapped by the rabbit. How ridiculous it is.

Her extremely shaky hands hang in front of her, trying to say she won't hurt you – oh if she only knew it's going to be the other way round. – One step closer.. Her lips and chin tremble; Another. Your claws grow bigger, eyes peering through her soul; another step, your eyebrows frown, her eyes are teary. The last step - your blood is boiling hot, your nerves on edge; you are still the predator. - a slicing sound and a half-scream saturate the air for a millisecond, just for silence to overfill it once more. Red splashes over the room again, on your face, on your chest, but mostly on the floor, where the girl was thrown at.

An agonizing scream leaves her throat - what a miracle, she remains alive - both of her hands cover her face, blood spilling all over her; what a sight, you would most definitely enjoy this very much on another situation. She cries out in despair, making you face the ceiling and close your eyes, a tired look on your face – you just want all this to end, you don't have any more patience for this. You want to crawl back into your bed and starve, you want to destroy this place, make it abandoned ruins of what one day was a home; you want to kill that damned sickening man-thing, kill this foolish girl for perturbing your grieving, and then yourself.

The woman captures your attention once again, she is kneeling, her body facing yours, her right hand presses her ripped face, the other makes its slow way up to you, although she is trembling, she manages to keep her hand steady enough to hand you a little green flask with a yellow-y label; You look closer, 'treatment disinfectant' it says... Oh you can only be joking. You feel like slaughtering the girl right this instant, but takes in a deep breath and holds the flask, her hand immediately falling along with her body. Is she dead? No, her slow yet consistent breathing exclaims that she is still alive – you honestly find it a bit offensive – You should, but you cannot bring yourself to finish the human; you should end her suffering, but now she caught your attention; and besides, she wants to help, doesn't she? then the price she'll pay is staying alive.

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hahaaa I'm so nervous about posting this,,, ,

and yes! It is a alcina x maiden fic! I do plan it to be slow burn, and if some you liked it and read it till here, please like and/or reblog and I'll post chapter 2!

( posted on Ao3! Name: “The woman in your castle” )

( chapter 2 posted!! )

#lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #help idk what im doing

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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Bewitched

I say fuck writing schedule m’rite hahaHa...

Dynamic: Yan!witch hunter x witch darling

Summary: You get captured by the village’s witch hunter but he might just let you live if you prove to be useful.

tw: nsfw, non-con, threats, mention of religous themes (God, Devil, etc), kindapping, obsessive/possessive behavior, slight violence, degradation, vulgar language

You could hear something. It was different from the sweet songs of the birds early in the morning or the restless howl of the wolves just before the clock hit midnight. And the smell was different too. There were no daisies, roses, magnolia or herbs to cleanse the air from the nasty smell of humans. Your clothes reeked of someone unknown, someone mortal and cruel, foolish down to their heart. Your hands were tightly bound, your shoulders pushed back in a way it was hard to feel the energy running in your own veins. There was a leather blindfold over your eyes, dulling your senses until you felt like nothing more than an animal trapped in a cage. As soon as despair managed to find its way into your lungs he entered the room and you knew instantly it had been him who had captured you.

"You are awake." The man noted quietly as his heavy yet careful steps got louder, closer. Soon his hand was resting on your thigh, drawing small pictures, initials, anything to throw you off balance and keep your mind closed and your inner vision too blurry to focus more on killing him and less on the shame his touch brought. "The village paid me to kill you. We know you are a filthy creature of the night." He spoke trough his teeth in a eery, off-putting way. You could feel the cold sharp end of his silver dagger poking at your exposed collarbone, near to your neck. One inch away from a fatal wound, one move away from taking your life forever.

"Go on then." You taunted the hunter while licking your scarlet lips, your heartbeat still violent with no sign of slowing down any time soon. "Kill me." You whispered despite the fear tearing at your insides like a wild beast. The blade suddenly pressed harder against your skin, enough to make you still frozen but lacking the actual strength to pierce. The human knelt down next to you, never dropping the deadly weapon from its sacred spot on your vulnerable neck. "You are a witch. The Devil's own spawn and blood. I just can't let you live among us." The man uttered quickly like a curse yet made no attempt to move the edge deeper. And you wanted to tell him everything about the sisterhood and the way all of you lived in peace and quiet until the villagers started killing off your friends for existing. The way you loved nature and harmony and despised violence, but of course the human would never listen to a dirty sorceress, a witch. So you just stayed there motionless on the ground, reconciled with your terrifying fate and its twisted ways.

Meanwhile the hunter let the dagger penetrate into the warm flesh, drawing a few drops of fresh blood, and it dripped onto the floor like a brook of suffering. But the man was hesitating - his palms were sweaty and his eyes were hazy, he was unsure. After a few painful moments of indecisiveness he finally pulled the blade away and threw it in the dark corner of the room. The following silence filled the space with tension so heavy it could suffocate until the villager opened his mouth. "You have seduced me with this unholy body of yours." Adam said sternly and clenched his fists. "That's why I can't kill you." His voice was low and dangerous yet desperate and defeated. "I saw you back then in the forest." He started off as his hand traveled to your cheek and stroked it gently. "You were dancing around and picking flowers. You looked so pure and beautiful - like an angel. I couldn't stop watching you." The hunter confessed quietly and you felt his cold lips on yours. The kiss was bitter, soaked with the humiliation of his advances and the knowledge he had you at his mercy. "Damn your evil magic for making me feel this way". The man dragged his teeth through your lower lip and bit down in anger, moaning into the forced act of fake intimacy.

He pushed you down aggressively, the ropes digging into your bruised flesh even more now. You couldn't move your limbs at all and you felt too tired to argue or yell at the man. It was clearer than a day that he was obsessed with you but it was far from your doing. If you had known just how easily humans became fascinated by beauty and youth you would have thought twice before using their forest as a home. And as much as you wanted to curse the cruel man forever your heart just couldn't let you harm someone with a beating heart. You were stuck and he was touching you everywhere with a palm so warm it felt like wax on your sensitive skin. Your long black dress was ripped to shreds and all the red beads from your necklace were rolling on the floor as a mockery to your title. You were stripped down to your bones and left with nowhere to hide from the monster trying to break you. The energy in your body was gray and filthy, too weak to do more than upset you even further.

"I am going to make you mine tonight. I will use you like the dirty pagan slut you are." Adam cupped your breasts together in a swift move and you shivered at the contact of flesh. His words were painful and didn't help ease the fact that it was the first time someone had touched you in such a private place. In no time your eyes had filled with tears you were too proud to spill but too scared to hold back. "Aww, are you crying, wench? Go on, cry some more for me. When I'm done with you no one will want you. You'll be ruined for anyone other than me." He cooed at you and took hold of your naked legs, spreading them apart which caused you to break down in a pitiful mess of tears, snot and hushed breathes. "You should be greatful I am letting you live. If you weren't so beautiful I would have killed you in an instance." The hunter kept going, his voice low and deprived, his hot fingers brushing against your belly, the disgusting feeling in your guts making your chest tighten, caging your bleeding heart inside. "You are lucky I like taming wild animals." He continued harshly, a crazy look in his enlarged pupils so blue and clear, yet so intimidating and suffocating to its victims.

You inhaled sharply in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves and begged the villager with any strength left in your trembling body. "Please stop, please, for the love of the universe, just don't do it, just let me go and you shall never see me again." In reply the man simply smirked maliciously and licked his lips as he positioned himself over your open, exposed folds. His hands were rough and grabby, roaming over your frame and groping, digging, pinching every little curve. You prayed to both nature and the Gods above someone would come and take you away from this nightmare but to no avail. "No one will save you, witch. If they find you, you're dead, so you better be nice and quiet like a corpse while I take you." Adam spat out with poison and without any warning thrust his massive manhood into your tight entrance. The pain was sharp and piercing, white and hot. This time you started crying out loud in despair finally having realized you were truly alone. The humans wanted nothing more than to see you burn and now you were getting punished for being different.

The man didn't spare you any moment of suffering. He would place wet kisses all over your body, bite at the soft flesh until red and scratch any time he felt the need to hear your miserable whines. "Look at the way I'm splitting you open on my cock, you are so damn tight. I wouldn't have guessed you were a virgin if you weren't bleeding like a little bitch." Adam chuckled darkly and hit your cervix over and over again until the pain turned into something else you were too ashamed to name. "If you ever try to tempt someone else with this sinful body of yours I'll fucking kill you." The man cursed under his breath and brought two finger over your clit, stroking it gently and drawing cicles. You threw your head back at the sudden jolt of pleasure and closed your eyes, trying to distance your mind from what was being forcefully done to your anatomy.

"You feel so good around my cock, so pretty with your tits bouncing every time I pound into you. I love you so much." The hunter suddenly uttered as he slowed down the pace, driving into you with careful thrusts before going back to roughly shoving his length into your sensitive hole. "Say it back." He ordered lowly and smashed his lips on yours pushing his wet tongue all the way in, his hands messaging your breasts and toying with the stiff little nipples on top. You gained the courage to shake your head no so the villager wrapped his fist around your slender neck, giving it a light squeeze as a warning. You had no choice but to mumble a soft "I love you." when your survival instincts took over your dignity. Your sweet broken voice was enough to send the man over the edge and he came violently in your tight channel while whsipering all sorts of terrible, filthy words into your ear.

You thought the torture was finally over but your hopes were quickly shattered when Adam pressed his fingers over your overestimulated bud and flicked it around, your mind finding it hard to copperhead the intense pleasure after the pain. "Cum for me, wench." He commanded you harshly and kept playing with your love button until your pussy clamped down and you experienced your first orgasm at the hands of a filthy, egotistical human.

The male stroked your hair gently but still didn't move to undo the ropes keeping you restrained on the hard floor. "I've always wanted you." The hunter admitted in the next moment. You wondered whether you wanted him to shut up or keep rambling to distract you from the shame and humiliation. Your eyes were red and puffy from the sobbing and your head pulsated with dull pain. "I'll never let them catch you." Adam reassured you quietly as he drew small circles on your arm with his knuckles. "I will keep you forever, my love. It doesn't matter that you have succumbed to the Devil because from now own you are only going to serve me." He kissed your neck softly.

"I'll become your God."

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luminnara · 3 years

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Incubus!Bakugou x Male!Reader | NSFW 18+ |

So Y/n decides to summon a demon one day just for fun. He doesn’t actually expect it to work but what else is there to do on a Friday when your home alone? (Well, there’s many things but Y/n is weird so why not?) He doesn’t actually know what an incubus is, all he knows is that it’s a type of demon. So when he summons the demon and it actually works he’s quite surprised. He tries to explain to the demon that has introduced himself as Bakugou Katsuki, that he was mostly just messing around. Bakugou then asks him if he knows what an incubus is. When Y/n says he doesn’t know, Bakugou smirks and decides to just show him instead.

I just wanna say HI I LOVE THIS REQUEST, MORE MONSTERS PLEASE

Warnings: nsfw, anal, oral, two dongs! uhhh demon semen, very slight cumflation, i’m really bad at warnings omfg

Requests are open!

When you had decided to mess around and summon a demon, you didn’t really expect it to work.

Yeah, you had followed the instructions to a T, and yeah, those instructions came from a musty old book that was probably bound in human skin or something, but seriously? You had just been bored, and what else was there to do on a Friday night other than summon an incubus, whatever that was? It’s not like it was hard to do, either; a few weird chalk drawings on the floor, some candles, and a bunch of words you didn’t know the meaning of, and suddenly, there was something crawling up out of the center of the pentagram.

So, yeah, a typical Friday night, really.

The demon was, to put it simply, pretty fucking hot. The first thing you saw was a hand reaching up, thick black claws digging into your hardwood floor as it hauled itself out. As you stumbled back, more of the creature appeared, rising up as if you had just opened some sort of portal. It--or he?--was bathed in a red light that came from below, and it...or, he, seemed to be totally naked.

And pretty well endowed...not that you noticed, or anything.

Wait...were there two...?

“Oi, what’s the deal?” he growled, voice rough. He was standing above you now, cracking his neck to the side as he crossed his arms over a well-muscled chest.

“H-huh?” you blinked up at him.

Fuck, he was gorgeous, he really was. His hair was blonde and spiky, something you hadn’t really imagined on a demon. Two tall black horns curled up from his forehead, the tips capped in gold, but as grand as they were, you were focused on his eyes. They were crimson, the color of blood, and they were piercing right through you.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Humans.” he mumbled under his breath before crouching in front of you. “My name is Katsuki Bakugou, and you just summoned me. So are we getting this thing going, or what?”

“Wh-what?” you stammered, still staring in disbelief.

He looked completely unimpressed. “Seriously? What’s your deal? You summon me just to waste my time or somethin’, you idiot?”

Your face reddened in anger and embarrassment. “No! I...I didn’t really expect it to work, that’s all.”

The demon raised an eyebrow. “In over your head, huh? What were you doin’, messin’ with stuff you aren’t supposed to touch? Shit, you humans are so stupid sometimes...accidentally summoning a demon, tch...yeah right...”

“I did it on purpose, you know!” you snapped, irritated with his demeanor already. “I just...didn’t think I would actually summon something.”

Bakugou paused his annoyed grumbling and looked you over. “Well, here I am. What do you want from me? I’d rather get this over with quick. I’m a busy guy.”

You wondered what exactly he was so busy doing all day, but rather than ask, you realized that you had no idea what to do with the demon you had just summoned.

“Oh, uh...” you stared at him blankly. “What...well, what can you do?”

It was his turn to stare. “The hell you mean? You’re the one who summoned an incubus. You tell me.”

You sat back, leaning against your couch and rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. “I, uh...don’t really know what that means. I mean, I know an incubus is a demon and all, but that’s about...it...”

You trailed off, equal parts transfixed and concerned by the grin that was slowly creeping onto Bakugou’s face. It was predatory, showing off his sharp fangs as he pulled his lips back in a menacing snarl, and you were beginning to feel a bit like a rabbit that had just been caught by a fox.

“Oh, human...” he purred, creeping towards you on all fours.

You gulped, heart pounding. “Y/N. I’m y/n.”

His grin grew wider, and you suddenly wondered if you had just made a horrible mistake in telling him your name.

“Well, y/n,” he said, voice smooth as honey as he placed a hand on your shin. “Why don’t I just show you what an incubus does?”

“Uh,” you were frozen in place, staring into those mesmerizing eyes. “S-sure?”

That was when you noticed the tail.

It slipped around your thigh, giving a tight squeeze as if holding you in place. Not like you were going anywhere, anyways; Bakugou was already making his way up your legs, reaching for your zipper. There was a hungry glint in his eyes as he shoved your jeans down, and by the time you realized you had been focusing on them, you also realized your cock was hard.

Huh. When did that happen?

Bakugou leaned down, a long tongue sliding out of his mouth and wrapping around your cock. The second his lips touched you, your head fell back on the couch cushion behind you, a low moan leaving your throat. It was the best head you had ever received, and as the demon bobbed up and down on it greedily, you couldn’t believe how much you were already aching to cum.

The air was filled with a heavy, luscious scent that you couldn’t place. All you knew was that it was the best thing you had ever smelled, and it was absolutely coming from the incubus currently crouching between your legs. He was insatiable, that fucking tongue sliding up and down, over and over, urging and coaxing and milking until you felt yourself unraveling. He swallowed every drop of cum, eyes flashing a bright red as he looked up at you.

“This is what an incubus does, human,” he grinned, licking his lips.

“O-oh,” you panted, chest heaving. You hadn’t realized you had been bracing yourself with your hands on the back of the couch, afraid to touch the demon as he went down on you, but now you were beginning to feel the tension leave your shoulders. “I...uh...wow...”

Bakugou stepped away from you and stood. “Up.”

You obeyed blindly, staring up at his twin cocks. They were standing at attention now, the lower one larger than the top, both shaped somewhat similarly to a human’s but also entirely differently. The sight of them made you want to find out more, to touch and explore, and before you could stop yourself, you were licking at the underside of a shaft while the demon’s hand guided your head. He tasted incredible, precum already oozing out of the tip, and as you worked on the bigger cock, he used his free hand to jack off the other.

“Good human,” he growled down at you. “Making yourself useful so that I can make you feel even better later...”

You didn’t know what he was talking about, but you didn’t care. The taste of his cum was intoxicating, and the longer you sucked, the harder your own dick grew. You could feel a puddle of precum dripping down between your legs, your skin hot with arousal as that heavy scent swirled around you. Fuck, you couldn’t think. All you wanted was him.

“Easy now,” he grunted, pulling your hair until you could no longer reach his cock.

You whined, reaching for it, but his tail immediately wrapped around your wrists and held you back.

Bakugou chuckled. “On your hands and knees. Now.”

You had no choice but to obey, and as his warm hands ran up your back, you sighed. As terrifying as he was, you felt totally at ease. Even as he tore your shirt off, he was careful not to harm you, gentle in all of his movements.

“Mmm, look at you...” he purred in that deep, rough voice of his. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, human...”

You shivered at his words, letting out a surprised, strangled moan as you felt his tongue on your ass. It swirled around, dipping in to stimulate your hole before it was replaced by one of his claws. You expected to feel pain, but there was only immeasurable pleasure as he finger fucked you, and soon, his other hand moved to stroke your cock. He was so masterful, so absolutely confident in all of his motions, and he soon had you cumming again, moaning his name as you made a mess all over your own floor.

“F-fuck,” you said, shaking slightly.

“Good?” he asked, grabbing your ass appreciatively.

“Fuck yes,” you let your head drop, leaning against the floor as you tried to catch your breath.

“The best is yet to come, human.”

You glanced around your arm, looking back at him. “What do you...?”

Your eyes widened at the sight of him leaning towards you, one of his cocks definitely aiming for your ass.

“W-wait! You’re not going to fit--”

“Trust me,” he said soothingly, holding your hip. “Just relax and let me do my job.”

You swallowed hard and nodded, watching over your shoulder as he slowly pressed his larger cock into you.

There wasn’t any of the pain you expected. It wasn’t even uncomfortable. Bakugou felt amazing, his cock stretching you in a way you had never experienced before. Hell, you hadn’t even played with your ass that much in the past, and suddenly here he was, finding a steady pace and rutting into you like a starved, depraved monster.

The sounds you were letting out were filthy, the room filled with guttural moans and groans and the slapping of skin against skin. Each of his thrusts felt better than the last, the ridges of his inhuman cock stimulating you in the most perfect way while his smaller dick slid between your cheeks.

Your own cock was so hard again, it was painful, and as if he sensed your discomfort, Bakugou reached around to grab it for you.

“That’s it,” he purred in your ear, completely covering you with his own body.

You shuddered at the sensation of his breath on your ear. It was enough to drive you over the edge again, and with a pleased sound, the demon withdrew from you. Both of his hands found their way to you hips, claws digging into your flesh as he picked up his pace, and now that you had been satisfied once more, it was clear that he was chasing his own release.

He was grunting and growling, his tail swishing behind him as he bared his fangs in a nasty snarl. When he finally came, it was with a throaty groan, his head tossed back as he buried himself deep inside of you and filled you up.

And when he came, he came. It didn’t seem to stop, rope after rope of his thick seed eventually oozing back out around his cock, your lower belly slightly distended as he just kept going. It felt warm, but in a pleasant way, and when he finally pulled back out and caught his breath, you could feel it all spilling down your thighs.

“Well,” he laughed, leaning back on his knees as he looked at you.

“That was amazing,” you gasped as you collapsed, knees finally giving out.

He smirked. “Was it, human? I’ll give you a few minutes before round two.”

Your face fell. “Wait, what?”

“You didn’t really think that was it, did you?” he laughed tauntingly. “Oh, no. I like you. I like the taste of you. You give me so much energy...I’m sticking around for a while, human.”

Well...there were probably worse arrangements to be in, right?

#incubus! x reader #incubus!bakugou #demon!bakugou #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut

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wildernessuntothemselves · 3 years

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Gotta See Blood

Genre: Smut, angst

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: vamp!lix, mentions of murder, blood.

gif credit @915archive

He comes across you late at night in the forest, far away from your village, alone but clearly not scared. You’re screaming at the night sky, foolishly trying to summon an ancient power that you have no business messing with. It intrigues him though, and he makes his presence known to you. If only so he can entertain himself with the silly human girl who thinks that she could even stand in the devil’s presence without her skin getting seared off her bones.

“Be careful who you call for, girl, or he might just answer.” A deep, alluring voice speaks up and you whip around to face its source, coming face to face with a silver-haired human-like creature.

You stare at him with both fear and confusion. You didn’t think the devil would look this...ethereal.

“Are you the devil?” You venture uncertainly and he laughs a low, hoarse laugh. “No, darling, you wouldn’t be alive right now if I was.”

Quickly, your moods flips, your short-lived fear replaced by the all consuming anger once again at having this creature waste your precious time. “Then what do you want then? Fuck off.” You spit out and go back to trying to summon the devil.

In a second he’s behind you, a hand clasped over your mouth while his other arm loops around your body to stop you from waving your hands around in an abysmally incorrect incantation. You struggle against his hold but seize your movements entirely as soon as he presses his fangs to your neck.

“There. Are you going to listen now?” He whispers, dazed as the smell of you hits him. Damn, you smelled good. Maybe he should sink his teeth in you and forget about whatever foolish attempt you were making.

But then you bite his hand. You bite him, and he’s so shocked he actually lets you go.

“Fuck off, you filthy blood sucker. I refuse to die by your hands so go find some poor, frightened woman to suck dry. I have things to do.”

He stares at you in bewildered awe, infinitely amused by you. “You are trying to summon the devil. You, a mere mortal. It would be a waste to have him burn you alive before I get to have a taste, don’t you think? If you are going to get yourself killed anyway, why not let me do it? I can make it feel good.”

You sneer at him in contempt, refusing to be discouraged by his fear mongering attempts. “I’m not going to get myself killed. I’m going to kill them all, and if you don’t get out of my way, I’ll kill you too.”

That makes him let out a genuine laugh, something he hasn’t done in years, and he’s glad he didn’t kill you right away. “Ok, I’m going to humor you and say you can kill me, what then? Who are they and why do you want them dead?”

Irritated at his continued disrupting presence, you ask, “If I tell you why, will you leave me alone?”

“Depends.” He shrugs, and you groan. The smile never leaves his face, you are just far too entertaining. “Maybe I could help you.”

That gives you pause, and you size him up, trying to decide if he can really help you or not.

Apparently, you decides that yes, he can, and go on to tell him all about how your neighbor’s wife accused you of being a witch because she was jealous her husband lusted after you, and planted evidence to convince the whole village that you really were a witch and they were going to burn you at the stake if you hadn’t escaped.

“That bitch.” You growl, fire burning in your eyes once again. “I’m going to carve out her husband’s disgusting cock and feed it to her.”

The vampire smiles, “Is that why you were trying to summon the devil? To get revenge on your neighbor and her husband?”

“To get revenge on the whole village. I want them all to die suffering for what they were going to do to me. They deserve to burn like they were going to burn me.” Your anger burned so hot that the vampire came to be almost convinced that you really had the power to face the devil himself and will yourself to not be burned. In all his centuries of living, he has never seen someone so stupidly fearless and so insanely passionate… just looking at you made the cold blood in his veins run a little warmer, and that’s when he decides that he has to keep you for himself.

But first, he had to win your affection, and he knew just how.

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There you were, on your knees between his legs, the head of his member pushed against your plump lips that have driven him absolutely insane countless times before.

“Do you want me, my darling?”

“Yes.” He’s ashamed by how small that one word sounded. Truth is, he’s become absolutely consumed by you.

After he’d wiped out your village, he was able to have you, have your body, have your blood, and that should’ve been enough. He should’ve killed you after that, he had no more use for you, and you knew it too. You were waiting for it, not a whiff of fear he could smell on you. You had done what you had set out to do and now you had nothing more to live for. That is what your eyes seem to say to him, and it hurts him deeply.

It is a weird feeling, a sharp pang in his cobwebbed heart that has long forgotten what it’s like to feel at the notion that you haven’t considered living for him.

So he kept stalling, pretending that he still wasn’t done with you. Which was the truth, he wanted to keep you around for an eternity, until all the world died around you, but he didn’t know how.

You put him in your mouth again and his thoughts go quiet for a moment. He’s thankful to just get lost in the warm feeling of your mouth on him. But then he’s reminded that you're not his. If you were, you wouldn’t be warm.

Breaking away from his cock, you get up to straddle him, taking him inside your warm heat that threatens to sear his brain. He can’t think so clearly with you around him like this. He needs to have you completely.

But when he puts his fangs on you, you push him back.

“No. I know what you want, and no. I will not let you turn me.” You say, completely unmoved and unmovable. “I will stay with you, but I will stay human.”

“But, my love--” He still tries to argue. Hasn’t he proven himself to you? Hasn’t he earned your utter devotion? How can you be so cruel to him?

“I have no use for eternities or even a regular lifetime, but I’ll stay alive for you. That’s all I can give you. Alive, Felix, not undead.”

His eyes burn with the ghosts of tears he cannot shed. He would let every single person he’s ever fed on suck the blood back from his body if it meant that he could be human with you.

But he can’t so he’ll just settle on trying not to melt away in your mere presence.

Your power over him is immeasurable, and you bounce up and down on his member, he clutches onto your hips for dear life.

“Wanna cum for me, my darling?” You ask, making his cock twitch inside of you. “You wanna paint my insides with your seed?”

He nods vigorously, a small pathetic moan bubbling up in his throat as his nails dig into your skin and little drops of blood seep out of the abrasions that he’ll spend the night lapping his tongue over and nursing them back to health.

“I love you.” He cries out as he cums, his seed as cold as everything about him, but you’re grown used to it, and the little chill tips you over the edge too.

“I love you too, darling.” You murmur, kissing his lips to shut him up before he can protest that if you truly loved him, you’d let him turn you.

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A/N: just a little sumthin sumthin for the up all night mv. I’m still working on the iyym blurbs dw

#stray kids smut #felix smut #stray kids angst #felix angst

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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hello love! can i request erwin x fem reader smut where they're quite the opposite, and after a mission they're tired and just fuck (maybe in the woods or something) because they're so stressed but also because they've been wanting to do it long before? like everyone feels the tension between them except they don't wanted to admit it? thanks! i love your blog. 🥺✨

Hey babes, of course! Thanks for sending this one in, I love writing for Levi but I need to switch it up sometimes lol.

Warnings: lowkey hatefucking, intercourse obvi, fucking in da woods, wrap it before u tap it!, unprotected sex.

Summary: Erwin is selfish, but it’s okay because you are too.

Word Count: 2.4K

Your breathing was uneven as you hunched over, chest rising erratically. Your blades were dull and gas was running low, you tapped on the cans ruefully, the dull din signaling how empty the canisters truly were. You were just starting to regain your senses when the sound of hoofbeats startled you. Hange tugged the reins of her horse, the beast turned its head and bared its teeth when she pulled so harshly on the bit.

“Excellent work! That was a clean cut.” Hange complimented as she smiled wryly down at you. You nodded and lifted your fingers to your lips and whistled for your own mount.

“Thanks, it was a big one too. I’ll have to find the supply wagons though, gas is almost gone.” You said as you tossed the dulled blades off to the side and slide the handles of the gear back into the scabbards.

“Ah you’ll have to work on that.” Hange said, her head swiveling to keep watch while you waited for your horse to return. A few moments passed before the sound of your horse trampling through the foliage alerted of its return. You caught it by the reins and threw yourself onto its back.

“Let’s return to the formation then.” Hange said, once again roughly jerking her horse into the right direction, you close on her heels. The two of you rode through the trees at break neck speed, trying to make up for lost time. You finally managed to make out the sight of Erwin and Levi, their own steeds galloping back in the direction of the wall.

“What’s going on!? I haven’t caught my titan yet!” Hange wailed when you reunited with the other pair.

“Too many casualties.” Levi quipped, expression sour and hands bloodied. You rolled your eyes and clutched the reins harder.

“We just need a few more minutes, let’s not call it off yet.” You insisted and Hange exclaimed excitedly at the shared sentiment.

“Won’t be possible, we can’t risk loosing more lives. There’s been enough bloodshed for one day.” Erwin’s voice was tense and his blue eyes were icy as he shot you and Hange down.

“I don’t see why it matters, if we already have lost most of our men...why not push onwards?” You weren’t sure if you really felt that way, or if you were looking for a fight. You were well aware of how Levi felt about losing his men, and how little Erwin truly cared about loosing lives. You knew that was what separated the two of them, Erwin only cared for his own selfish goals, although he hid it well. Levi on the other hand truly cared for the soldiers, and wanted victory for humanity.

“Shut your filthy fucking mouth.” Levi hissed, gunmetal eyes dark and jaw tense as he bit back his words, waiting for Erwin to tell you off.

“We simply don’t have the means at this time.” Erwin said simply, eyes trained forward. You glowered at him, you couldn’t deny that you held some malice towards him, for his seeming lack of empathy towards his men. But could you blame him? You had joined the scouts for your own selfish desires as well, he just had the power to ensure that his desires were acted upon.

“Very well.” You growled, leaning into your horse’s neck as the four of you picked up the pace. Erwin lifted a flare gun and fired the signal into the air for retreat.

The march into the gates and through Shiganshina was brutal as always. The citizens murmured of their wasted tax dollars and the waste of human life. You silently agreed with them, glaring at the back of Erwin’s perfect blonde head. You wanted nothing more than to scream at him, maybe even slap him, then you’d fuck- wait no. Not that last part, you shook your head in an attempt to rid the vulgar thoughts from your mind.

The castle was notably vacant when you arrived. Having lost so many men, the grounds were less busy than usual. You wandered around, having already put your horse away and assisted with the unloading of the excess supplies. You were grateful for the summer breeze, the last rays of light poking through the trees. You wandered off towards the thicket of trees that rested between the castle and the mountain range beyond.

The sounds of the forest seeped into your bones and reminded you of your home, your family, why you had originally agreed to this regiment. You were so caught up in your own thoughts, you almost didn’t hear the twig snapping off to your right. You whipped your head towards the noise, catching the flash of blonde hair and a stark white dress shirt.

“Following me?” You growled, turning to face him fully, Erwin’s cold blue eyes shone in the dim light.

“To an extent.” He shrugged nonchalantly and you bristled at the admission.

“Come to ravage me?” You pushed, wanting a reaction from the usually stoic man.

“Not exactly.”

“Then what? You men are simple creatures after all, only so many motives behind your dull eyes.” You bit, unable to keep the frustrations from your tone. Erwin’s thick brows pinched together at your words.

“I came to tell you that....I want you to be a squad leader.” Erwin’s jaw ticked as he waited for your response. You let out a scoff of disbelief, eyes shining with mirth.

“Why? Because I showed a fraction of the coldness that you display?” You hissed, marching across the small amount of space between you and attempted to get in his face. Although it was difficult seeing as how tall he stood.

“Precisely.” Erwin’s voice was a bit airy, eyes now seeming to shine with something besides the cunning that usually resided in them. You narrowed your own eyes and let loose a growl fisting the front of his shirt as you considered your options.

If you accepted the position, you would be no better than him. But then again were you really any better in the first place?

“I’ll do it.” You released him and took a step back, determination gleaming in your eyes.

“I knew that you would.” He smirked, lips curling into an annoying grin, making your stomach flip.

“Could this not have waited until morning?” You asked, eyes drifting to the last glimmers of sunlight that spotted the forest floor.

“I suppose it could have...but I wanted to see you before then.” You wrinkled your nose in disgust, earlier suspicions proving true.

“Oh really?” You huffed with a dramatic roll of your eyes. Erwin’s expression darkened, and he took. a step forward, invading your space. You stood as tall as you possibly could, not wanting to let on how nervous you really felt in his suffocating presence.

“I wanted to ask you...why you are so bent on challenging my authority.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement, putting you on the ropes. You glowered at him, his chest bumping yours, prompting you to take a few healthy steps back. Which you did, until your back met the rough bark of an oak tree.

“Why should I listen to someone who holds no regard to human life?” You snarled in response, but it felt more like a yelp, your heartbeat picked up as his hand gripped the tree, trapping you between his towering figure and the large tree.

“I can’t help but wonder if it could have something to do with the way you stare at me….” His breath tickled your face as he craned his head down, your cheeks lit up as you blushed.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You denied, although it was true, you had developed a bad habit of seeking out his form in the dining hall. Watching him too closely during meetings. He was attractive, that was an undeniable fact, but the resentment that you held for him had always prevented you from seeking out anything more than the professional relationship that had been established.

“I know you do, I’ll only offer this once and never again. I’ve had this on my mind for a while now, if you aren’t interested then we can pretend that this never happened.” He paused, gauging your reaction as you looked up at him in shock.

“I want to fuck you. Right here.” He pointed his finger towards the ground and his eyes flashed with an animosity you’d never seen before.

“H-Here?” You stammered, unsure of what to think, but the ache between your thighs was quickly overcoming your senses.

“Yes.” His other hand slid up your side and rested over the strap of your gear over your breasts.

“What will it be then squad leader?” He hummed as he toyed with the buckle. You swallowed thickly but managed to nod curtly, not wanting to verbally admit your attraction to your commander.

“Use your words.” He ordered, tugging harshly on the strap, pulling you flush against his chest. You gasped, head tilting up to meet his cold gaze.

“I….want you to fuck me commander.” You grew more confident with each word, and you could see the pleased smirk curling over Erwin’s features.

“Glad we finally agree on something.” He huffed, fingers easily unbuckling the strap and then deftly unbuttoning your blouse. As he did so he walked you back against the tree, he left your shirt on, instead favoring unbuttoning your trousers. You gripped his jacket as he slid his hand down to cup your pussy. He chuckled at how wet you were, his large fingers gathering your slickness before slipping into you. You let out another gasp and pushed his jacket off of his shoulders, he withdrew from you to help you undress him as well. You only got to undo his pants before he pressed his lips to yours, tongue pushing past your lips.

He leaned down and scooped you up, hands supporting the backs of your thighs as he used the tree to keep you steady. Your head hit the tree roughly as he continued to attack your mouth, you could do nothing but open your mouth to meet his lips. He slid one of his hands up and gripped the waistband of your pants, pulling them just below your knees, it was a bit of a struggle due to the position he had you in. But you got there eventually. The air felt cool against your exposed sex, and you found yourself blushing crimson as he pressed you harder into the tree so that he could free his cock. You bit your lip in anticipation as he finally managed to pull himself free of his pants.

He pulled away from your lips, eyes lidded and clearly focused on lining himself up to your entrance. You hissed when the head of his cock slid effortlessly along the length of your pussy. Finally he pressed the tip inside of you, pausing as he shifted to grip both of your thighs and gain better leverage.

“Erwin please.” You whimpered, rocking your hips in an attempt to get him to fully sheath himself.

“Beg for it.” He hissed, breath hot against the shell of your ear before his tongue darted out and licked a stripe up the side of your neck.

“I-I need you so bad, please I need you to fuck me.” Your hands clawed at his shoulders as you used your core to keep yourself upright and legs spread for him.

“Good girl.” He growled, finally snapping his hips and sheathing himself in one thrust. You groaned at the fullness, walls stretching to accommodate his size. His own breathing seemed to grow more erratic as he began to rock his hips back and forth. Your back burned from the friction of rubbing against the tree behind you. There was no doubt about you having some kind of scratch in the morning.

You threw your head back against the trunk of the tree as he picked up the speed, hands roaming up from your thighs to your ass, you clenched your legs to wrap around his waist. Your muscles burned but the coil that was building in your stomach kept you motivated, wanting nothing more than to cum over his cock.

He grunted as you twitched around him, his hips somehow seemed to gain more speed, nose burying between the space between your neck and shoulder. You felt him leave a wet kiss there before sucking harshly on the skin. You tilted your head in the opposite direction, giving him more room as he lapped his tongue along the newly exposed skin.

“E-Erwin I think that-”

“Wait.” He snarled against your throat, biting it a bit roughly, you moaned wantonly at the action and dug your heels into the small of his back. His cock stroked along the rigid spot inside of you and you nearly screamed, barely containing your orgasm as he had asked you to. He struck that spot relentlessly, hips meeting yours harshly as he pounded into you.

“Just like that.” He groaned as he pushed you flat against the tree, using all of his strength to keep you there as he drove into you.

“Please Erwin let me cum.” You sobbed as he bit your collarbone, his dick twitched inside of you at your plea, he pulled back, icy eyes locked on your wrecked face as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Only since you’ve been such a good girl.” He growled, and reached down between your legs, you tightened your grip on his shoulders to make up for the lost support as he pressed his calloused finger to your throbbing clit and rubbed tight circles. Your legs twitched as you felt the coil snap and your cunt clamped down around his dick. He hissed at the sudden tightness and groaned as he came as well. You felt the warmth trickle out of you as he pulled away. He held you up as you shook, coming down from the high he had given you.

“See what we can do when we work together?” He chuckled darkly, hand toying with your bra as you clung to his neck.

“Keep dreaming eyebrows.” You huffed, pulling away from him and shakily pulling your pants up. He tucked himself back into his pants and picked up his jacket from the forest floor.

“See me in my office tomorrow and we will discuss your promotion.” He called after you as you marched back towards HQ, cheeks burning from the interaction you’d just had with your commander. You threw your hand up dismissively, trying to ignore the dark chuckle he let out when he saw how flustered you were.

Maybe he wasn’t all that bad after all….

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