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The Only Real Sin is to Deny a Craving

Okay so am I insane for writing this? Perhaps. I was over at friends and when I asked what I should write for next they said Tahm Kench, and I took that as a challenge. Because of course. This one is for the freaks I guess :P

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Tahm Kench x F!Summoner!Reader

Wordcount: 2871 words

Tags: pussy eating, overstimulation, vore (if you squint)

Summary: Tahm Kench offers to show you the prettiest places along the river, and can't help himself from hungering. But his appetite for you is different from the usual.

It was official. You were somehow magical and also so very, very cursed. The River King had his eyes on you, and there was no hiding from him. Well, who exactly could you hide from in this place and with your abilities?

The first time he came up to you and promised you a good time beyond your imagination you had almost shat yourself. Both in fear since, you know, Tahm Kench is a big guy... demon... thing, and also because what the fuck was he talking about? Those words coming from anyone else would've been a dream, but from him? Threatening beyond compare. What was he gonna do? Gobble you up, taxi you somewhere where the sunset looked all inviting and romantic and gobble you up for realsies in a "this isn't sexy I'm actually getting killed, this isn't a euphemism for sex, i can't state this enough, send help"- kinda way? It was a real possibility, no, scratch that, that was the only possibility. When he told you he could take you to the best spots along the river, fitting for an absolute doll like you, you practically choked on your drink.

"Are there many?" you gasped out after you got your breathing back under control, and you had no idea where this question even came from. Why were you humouring him? What was wrong with your brain?

"So many," he purred back, inclining his head and tipping his hat to you, "But only the best is good enough for your eyes, pretty thing."

Well, when he called you pretty thing in that southern drawl of his, how could you remain unaffected? The man had a way with words, and to be honest all he had to do was butter you up a little and you'd probably let yourself get whisked away like some sort of moron. In your brain a visual of some sort of list - quite like Pyke's - started to manifest itself, but instead of names for killing they were names of previous trysts with champions. The name Tahm Kench seemed to appear in vague strokes at the bottom, signalling some kind of future - tantalisingly inviting and dangerous and insane. Your mental state seemed to be more fragile than ever when you replied: "That sounds really interesting."

"I could take you the usual way, or if you want to give those pretty legs a workout we can walk along the river shores to where we want to go. Well, you know what I'd advise." He eyed you up, and you shivered. Or shuddered. It could have been both. Should have been just the shudder. "No reason for you to tire yourself out just yet."

Promising. Arousing. He was a large frog (sorry - Catfish), and this really shouldn't be.

"Give me some time to think about it." Your answer should've been a hard no, but really what reason did you have to reject him at this point. Your tryst list was long and extensive, and there were only 154 champions left to go. He could take one off the tally. You were insane. His tongue could probably reach your throat from your pussy. "I meant yes, that sounds amazing."

"Well, and here I thought you were just going to bat your eyes, but colour me surprised. So what will it be, or no, don't even answer sweet, I can see it in your pretty little eyes." - and the monsters jaw unhinged.

It was a strange, cosy feeling, like you were embraced in a warm all encompassing hug. You could get used to this, it made you feel a strange sense of safety-

and the next second you were out. You looked around slightly bewildered. Going from a dreamlike state to real life in a second got your brains needing second to catch up. He had dropped you off at the shoreside, where the river met the sea in a small waterfall, the sun rising just over the horizon as under your feet was a plaid blanket and a basket of food. Second breakfast came as a romantic picnic and you gasped.

"Well Dove, it's time I leave you to it then. Give a yell and I'll be back in a second, wouldn't want to spoil the view you see, or your appetite." And before you could reply he had already waddled his way into the river, leaving you alone with the food and the sound of flowing water. You were a little disappointed that he left. All the times the two of you had spoken he had been a gentleman and amazing conversation partner. His smooth, drawling voice had you feeling all kinds of ways, but the silence of the morning slowly getting filled with the sound of birds was something could definitely get used to as well. After you opened the basket you found it filled to the brim with sandwiches and sweets, and you wondered idly where he'd gotten the basket. There was no way he made this for you himself, there was no way. Lost in thought you took a bite of the food, watching the sun rise with a calm feeling washing over you. Yes, you could definitely get used to this. The spot next to you seemed a little lonely.

He was back right at the moment you were starting to feel like you were done.

"All done fattening up, dove?" he said, jokingly (you hoped), "I hope you enjoyed the humble meal, didn't have time to get anything fancy for someone like you, but I hoped the view would help with digestin'. Now, are you ready to head to the next place?"

You nodded and were whisked away again. Put onto solid ground minutes later, though it felt like seconds, you noticed he had taken you to another cosy spot. Sun filtering through the trees to make sure you only got the best of the rays, as wildflowers bloomed around you, busy bees flitting around creating a nice buzzing sound around you. After that second breakfast, sitting in the sun, alone with nothing or no one distracting you, you felt yourself dozing off. The first two times your eyes fell closed you caught yourself, stopping your head from dropping back against the rough bark of the tree, but the third time the lure of sleep got you in its clutches and you were unable to deny. During your little nap you could faintly hear the soft purring of a low voice, just speaking to the side of you, but you could not hear what he said. Or feel like listening when the sound alone was so soothing and lulling you back into sleep so sweetly. When you woke up the spot next to you was painfully empty.

"Well, it is high time for our final spot, beau," he drawled as you finally realised you were actually awake in such a pretty place. Tahm had good taste, and you couldn't wait to see what the last spot was he would drop you in, a little sad that it almost seemed to be the end of the date already.

"Now, for this one spot I want to take a little walk," he said, and you groaned as you stretched. The sun was already setting and you wondered how long you had been asleep, and why you even went to sleep out in the open with the River King as your sole companion in the first place. "It's a real special place, you see. Don't have a pretty thing on my arm that often, can't fault a man for trying to draw this out."

You were certain there was a blush on your face. You knew the demon was known for smooth talking, but never had you actually heard him seduce quite so literally.

The reflection of the sunset on the river that wildly raged beside you had you almost blinded, and you let him guide you to the final spot, trusting him to keep you steady and safe. What a delectable fool you were. If he wanted to devour you he could have done so many times by now, but he was a patient man, and he hungered for something a little different than the usual today.

A small stumble had you almost tumbling into the glistening river, but you were held steady as Tahm Kench purred in your ear that you had reached your destination. Hidden from view was a small clearing next to a waterfall, overlooking the forest below with the river meandering through the idyllic landscape. The sunset cast the world in a soft orange glow, as the sound of the waterfall beside you almost deafened you to the world. Almost missing Tahm's voice when he inclined his head to you and asked: "Now, most delectable summoner of mine. What is it you hunger for?"

He was still holding you, now in both his arms as he leaned you back, hanging over you as if you were in the middle of a dance. A shiver went through you as he spoke, the low vibrations traveling through you as you barely heard him above the sound of the water. You hungered for many things, but right now you were embarrassed to say you hungered for him. It must've shown in your eyes as you looked away, blush once again adorning your cheeks as he chuckled. "You're as subtle as you are tantalizing, dear. If you keep blushing like that I might just gobble you up... for what I hunger for is you, and I'm planning on overindulging tonight."

Fear struck you, but you felt almost paralyzed when he lowered you down on the soft earth beneath you. "Now, don't you worry your little head you hear, I won't release you from your life yet... not in the literal sense that is. Though you might wish for me to do so later."

What did he mean? What did that mean?? His large form hovered over you, grabbing your thighs and opening your legs as he leaned forward to inhale deeply. "That aroma seduces..." he purred as his tongue lolled out to lick rows upon rows of sharp teeth, and you felt a throb of arousal so deeply you had to stop yourself from groaning.

"For what do you hunger, summoner?" he once again purred as claws hooked onto your jeans, pulling slightly, fabric dragging down your skin just enough to tease. "Tell me, and your cravings will be satisfied."

His maw was opened in a smile from ear to ear, tongue peeking out just barely as a promise more than anything, and you were able to whisper just above the sounds of nature around you. "You."

"Well, how could I possibly refuse such a tantalizin' request," he replied, tongue already out, oh so eager to have a taste of you, as with a quick drag your lower half was unclothed, shiver betraying your arousal as a cool wind hit your unsurprisingly wet core. He wasted no time giving a long, sloppy lick from your anus to your clit and you gasped at his greed, a low purr escaping him. He drawled out his satisfaction, as his tongue gave another wet lick down your nethers, uncaring about technique or decorum as all he wanted to was savour your essence on his tongue. "You simply taste divine," he said, pushing your legs wider around him as he dove in further, tip of his tongue entering you to get more, as the top of his tongue was firm on your clit. He pushed in further and you groaned as he started lapping at your walls as if he was having a great meal, his hums of satisfaction thrumming through your body as if he was a giant vibrator. Your orgasm came fast and overwhelming, brought on by his greed while his hands gripped at your thighs tightly. A gasp of his name, a cry for him to pause, but he didn't, slurping up your essence as he continued his onslaught.

"That was barely an appetizer, dear," he drawled, tongue still inside you as drool dripped down on you from his giant maw, soaking your lower half even more than you had managed yourself. "Now I was saving my appetite for you for quite some time, so it's going to take a little more than that to satisfy me, y'see?"

You weren't sure if you did see. As a matter of fact your eyes had closed a long time ago, and your brain hadn't really been functioning all day either. All you knew was the pleasure he was providing you with, the sloppy technique he employed that somehow made you see stars with every wet, greedy lick. Your legs were shivering in his grasp, but he didn't let up, the sound of the river not enough to cover the obscene sounds his tongue made inside of you as he pushed in further still - eager for more. He was truly trying to devour you, and you gasped out as your walls fluttered around him, gushing wetness as you felt yourself rush to another shaky orgasm. It came just as quick as you shivered in his hold, head thrown back as he once again voiced his appreciation at your offering. A moan escaping him between slurps as instead of slowing down he sped up once again.

"No, wait," you gasped, trying to get away from him in earnest, but your treacherous legs pulled him closer, arms flailing above your head as they tried to find purchase in the grass. You were sure by now you had pulled out all the grass around you, and even unearthed some small shrubbery you got your hands on, but you needed something to hold onto as tears filled your eyes at the overstimulation. "Tahm I can't-"

"I'm sure you can, doll, just a little more," his voice was smooth as always, but a rough edge had appeared, making you cry out as he practically bent you in half, legs around your face as he tongue fucked you in earnest, making sure to lap up any and all of your arousal as he went. "My hunger has not yet been sated."

His hunger was never going to be sated, you thought as tears ran down your face, but your core throbbed in maddening deliciousness. Your mouth was open in constant gasps and whines, begs escaping you though you weren't sure if you were asking him to stop or continue at this point. Your sore pussy spasmed around his long tongue as the slightly rough texture of it rubbed against your clit. And with the way he was bent over you it rubbed your entire stomach as well, soaking the shirt you still wore with his drool as he ate you out like a man starved. "Please," you gasped out between keening gasps, unable to hold in your sounds as you were unsure you had another orgasm in you, not with how intense the other two were. But your body was as greedy as him as your stomach tightened so intensely you thought you were going to turn inside out, more fluids squirting out of you as you gasped and writhed on the grass. "Enough, ahh, enough," you cried and when his tongue retreated you almost started crying in earnest.

"Such a fragile little thing," he said, grinning. "Barely enough to take the edge off the craving." he leaned back, holding your spend body up to his large, wanting maw, as your lower half recoiled from the feeling of warm breath hitting your abused pussy. "Just one more... just a little dessert, and I'll let you go..." A shuddering groan was his answer as he leaned back a little further, placing you with your legs wide over his impossibly large face, mouth opening to ease your entire lower half into his mouth. "...then, I'll be satisfied."

You were going to die. No, at this point you wished you could escape his long tongue that once again licked his way towards your entrance, but now it felt like your entire lower body was getting devoured by him, and you spasmed as you felt liquid drip down into his almost painfully hot, waiting maw. Words were foreign to you now, as only weak mewling sounds escaped you, shivering and shuddering with every lick. It was almost gentle, the way he moved it, but it could as well have been pain he was inflicting upon you, so intense was the feeling it evoked. Sharp teeth rubbed against your ankles that hung from the corners of his lips, scratching and drawing just the tiniest bit of blood, a taste that almost drove him to madness himself.

You understood now, why he said you might be wishing for him to release your life at the end. There was nowhere to escape him, and your fingers dug into his skin as you came for the fourth time, a shuddering cry escaping you as you squeezed out the last you had in you. He drank you greedily, deeply, and finally released you with a satisfied chuckle. Gently he held your boneless form to his chest, as he looked down upon you almost lovingly.

"Now, that meal left me satisfied," he chuckled, "Until next time."

#tahm kench #tahm kench x reader #champion x summoner #x reader #x y/n #league of legends #lol x reader #nsft #monster #terato #smut

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vewyscawywriting · 27 days

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For Boop-Badges Collectors

Rough estimate: It's possible to reach 1000 boops in less than 2 hours (took me 1:30h), if you got some people to spam it to.

If you are a blog where people can spam boop's to, reblog this.

#I thought you could only boop people once!!#This changes the game babey

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vewyscawywriting · 1 month

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It's Better Down Where It's Wetter

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Pyke x F!Summoner!Reader

Wordcount: 2443 words

Tags: pussy eating, light choking

Summary: Pyke is stalking you, and you are unsure if it's because he wants to kill you or something else altogether...

Lately you felt eyes on you at all times. Again. You were starting to feel a little uncomfortable, not knowing who it was that was eyeing you this time. When you found wet footsteps in your vicinity while you'd seen no one around you slowly started putting two and two together. You had been summoning Pyke quite a bit, and you felt a chill go down your back at the thought that Pyke had been watching you all this time. His reasons for doing so escaped you, but knowing the psychotic revenant it couldn't have been good.

Was he trying to kill you, despite him not being able to since you were a summoner? It was the wait that honestly frayed your nerves most. Just holding onto your sanity as you questioned every shadow or strange feeling, just waiting for Pyke to pop out and scare the living crap out of you. Maybe he'd found a loophole, and you'd be hurt after all. So far you'd stayed out of harms way, but things had happened that you seriously doubted were as the Institute of War intended. You'd gotten much more intimate with your champions as time progressed, and the thought that what you were doing was probably at the very least frowned upon and at worst downright illegal made you afraid of what the consequences could be. Not only that, it felt like something had shifted in the way your champions behaved around you; they were closer, physically and mentally, and it blurred the lines of you being a summoner coming from a different world. It felt more and more like you belonged here, and the thought of your champions being able to actually harm you became more and more of a possibility to you.

The stress was getting to you, and so, as you were hanging around your Summoner assigned bedroom you decided the wait for Pyke to kill you was going to be the death of you before he likely could be. Eyes were on you, once more, and you decided to just confront him first.

"I know you're here, Pyke," you said out loud, almost feeling the words ripple through the room until they found him. "Just get it over with already, you're stressing me out. What do you want?"

As you turned around you found him standing in the middle of the room, hunched over, and seemingly ready to turn tail and run again. In all accounts he looked more stressed to be found out than you were with him lurking.

"The list," he muttered, and your heart dropped. You were on the list and he was debating to kill you. You knew it. But his next words were unexpected. "You've never been on my list."

You raised your brows. Wasn't that the natural state of things? Looking at Pyke's weary eyes told you it was not. Apparently he was used to just about everyone being on his list, and somewhere in his clouded mind he realized that it was indeed strange.

"Well, that's... good, right?"

He was quiet for a second, just looking at you for a little bit, before he replied with a: "...Yes."

"Soooo... why are you in my room, then?"

He was quiet once more, but this time instead of replying he just... went back to the shadows, becoming invisible to you again as you frowned at him avoiding to answer you. The door to your room opened, closed, and you realized you were alone once more.

"Right."

That was an interesting interaction. Totally not a little concerning at all!

Well, whatever it was, you were going to continue your life like usual. You were... fairly used to eyes on you at this point. A chuckle escaped you. Your champions had strange ways to deal with their interest in you.

...until you realized at least Fiddlesticks had left you some privacy with his stalking. You were unsure if it was his size, it being too difficult for the scarecrow to follow everywhere, or anything else, but where the others had left you alone at least some times, it seemed Pyke was just... looking. Always.

At times where you thought you were alone; like when you were in bed, showering... times when you though you didn't feel his eyes on you, you'd find wet footprints afterwards, leading from your room, and you were starting to get a little upset. Just looking was... fine. But not when you were doing private things. You needed your privacy and as such you decided to once again confront him.

"Pyke, I really need some privacy once in a while. Do you understand that it upsets me when you're just always there watching, even when I'm taking a shower?"

It was quiet, very quiet, and you started doubting he was even there. Was this..? Were you finally alone after all?

Slowly you started walking through your room, checking all corners and places he could possibly be hiding, but for once, you found nothing. Not even the footprints you were now used to finding everywhere when he'd been lurking.

It was almost weird to not have him around, and you were stumped.

"Huh." was all that left you as you continued getting ready for bed. You really should've just decided to sleep at home, always, especially when the lines of your relationships with your champions kept blurring more and more. On the other hand, fun things happened here, and not at home. You'd take some discomfort for the excitement you got in return. Like an idiot.

The moment your head hit the pillow you were out, it seemed you were more tired than you thought. Dreams soon overtook you, but a cold hand touching your leg had you sitting up with a startled yelp. There he was, at the end of you bed, all gloom and darkness as pale eyes regarded your every move. Your throat seemed to constrict, no words able to pass your lips as you held your breath, waiting for what he was going to do now. His hand was still around your ankle, rapidly cooling your skin as your eyes were locked. Your breath was coming heavy, and it seemed his' mirrored yours. He suddenly jolted into motion, pulling you down as you fell back, gripping your sheets as he dragged you towards him.

He groaned something along the lines of "warm", and you realized the mask he usually covered his lower face with was gone, the sight of a tongue peeking out to lick full lips seared into your brain.

What was going on-? This seemed to be quite unlike him, but you weren't complaining when your body responded quicker to the implications than your brain. Glowing eyes met yours from between your legs and you realized your legs had wrapped around him already, your night shirt riding up to show him the wet patch that was already forming on your panties. You were turning into such a whore, but if Pyke wanted to have a taste of your seemingly irresistible pussy you weren't complaining.

The inhale from him was much more audible than it should be and you shivered when he leaned down, licking a wet stripe over the fabric still covering you. "Shit," you gasped out, trying to buck up into him, but he kept your legs down with arms that felt like iron bands.

"I saw it," he grumbled against your lower lips, and you moaned back at the vibrations it caused. "Every time you were fucked, I saw it."

Well, fuck you sideways. Of course there was someone who saw everything considering you weren't exactly careful of where it happened, and of course it was him.

"Well, what are you going to do about it?" you said back, cheeky smile playing around your lips. Was he jealous, or did he just decide he'd waited long enough for his turn?

He didn't reply, opening his mouth wide over your lower lips, teeth scraping against covered skin as the touch was a little less than gentle. It had you struggling against his grip to have more of it all the same, chasing his mouth as he retreated again, cool fingers running under the waistband of your soaked panties.

He pulled at the fabric, revealing yourself to his pale eyes as his cool breath on your wetness made you shiver and moan, hands tangling in the sheets below you. The moment you were fully revealed to him he dove down, devouring you like a man starved and you gasped out his name as your hands went down to grasp at his head instead. Finding no purchase you just decided to grasp at the skin, pushing him down on you for more.

Your head was spinning, hips trying to buck up into him uncontrollably, but he kept you still. Somewhere in you mind you were unsure if you were dreaming, your brain playing tricks on you, but whatever it was, you were planning on riding this wave and enjoying every second of it.

His tongue on you was cool, and so were his fingers now thrusting inside of you, and the temperature difference between your warm insides made your toes curl. His attention was on your clit as you felt yourself tumble over the edge, his name falling off your lips like a prayer as you felt yourself throb around his fingers.

He slowly pulled out, looking at his glistening fingers as if studying them, before sucking them clean of your juices. You couldn't help but blush when you saw how much his lower face glistened with your arousal, his eyes boring into yours when he climbed on top of you, a low growl escaping him as you instantly put your legs around his hips, pulling him close. He was hard as a rock against you, still fully clothed while your lower half was fully nude before him. Your nightshirt had ridden up to around your chest, and he just pulled it up a little more to show your upper body to him too. He leaned down, a grunt escaping him as he rutted against you, pulling one of your nipples in his mouth as he bit down fairly gently. It was as if he was intent on devouring your body whole, and you were unwilling to stop him, shaky arms pulling him closer to you as you grinded against his erection. Sighs and clipped groans escaped him as he pulled at his pants, unable to drag them down while you were holding him so close, so he pushed you down harshly, keeping your hips still as he undressed.

"Stop struggling." he grunted, as if you weren't actively trying to get him inside of you, "We'll sink together soon enough."

"Yes," you sighed, a shiver running down your back at his usage of the word sinking, instantly remembering who it was on top of you. But he was taking his time. It was like he was too obsessed with tasting you, and you were getting impatient. It was time you took matters into your own hand, gathering your energy to roll both of you over. It went a lot easier than you thought, once again wondering if this was actually real or not, but you didn't spend any time on these thoughts. Your pussy felt empty and needy, throbbing around nothing as you sighed desperately. Only sitting on his already leaking cock would satisfy you now. It twitched against you as you lined him up, hitting your clit as you mewled, back arching while you tried to focus on the task at hand. He slid inside with relative ease, your arousal making you slippery and ready for him, and you wasted no time taking him all the way, sighing and moaning his name as he had a vice grip on your hips.

"Yessss," he hissed, voice slightly distorted as his fingers dug deeper into your skin. Hips bucking up into yours as you grinded yourself down on him, slowly bringing yourself to your peak again. Now it seemed he was impatient with you, arms straining as he pulled you up only to drop you down on him again. "Move," he grunted, clearly frustrated with you as you let out a breathless chuckle, though you started moving all the same, thighs soon straining as you bounced on him wildly. His hands left your hips, running over your skin as fingernails dug into your soft spots, stopping at a breast where he squeezed, taking in your form as you arched your back, neck on full display for him. You were quickly coming undone when you felt a hand slowly inch around your exposed neck. He wasn't squeezing, yet, just holding you as he sat up slightly, meeting your thrusts harshly as he was chasing his high too.

"I'm not on your list, remember," you croaked out as the fingers flexed, but no real fear took hold of you when you were so overwhelmed with pleasure. He didn't respond, but thrust up harder, almost throwing you off him as his grip on your neck kept you in place. An alarm bell was going off in your brain, but your body was greedy, chasing your second orgasm that seemed you hit you like a brick, thighs shaking as you were unable to continue. Your arousal dripped down on him, and he quickly reversed your positions again, hands still in place as he quickened the pace, fucking you through your orgasm. At this point you were trying to escape him, but he didn't let up, fingers tightening around you as he grunted your name, dick twitching inside you as his rhythm faltered.

He came inside a couple of thrusts later, and you were glad that his fingers only tightened for a moment, oxygen quickly returning to your lungs as you gasped out his name.

An unexpected apology fell from his lips, and you opened your eyes to take him in. If this was a dream it was a good one. He looked good, or... as good as a wraith could look. As he pulled out he slowly shrunk back into the shadows, but you stopped him.

"Stay a little longer?" you asked, seeing him light up, already patting your belly and legs, fingers running over bruises he had made, apologies once again falling from his lips, but you shushed him. You felt yourself drifting off as he tried to clean you, shaking hands betraying his awkwardness with the situation.

Despite the fact that you were falling asleep again, you were unsure if everything was still just a dream. He didn't help your confusion when you heard a sweet whisper fall from his lips: "You almost make me feel alive again, summoner."

#pyke x reader #champion x summoner #x reader #x y/n #nsft #league of legends #lol #my work #smut

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Glittering Riches

Fandom: Overlord

Pairing: Pandora's Actor x GN!SB!Reader

Wordcount: 2678 words

Tags: Just some fucking in a pile of gold

Summary: You've never gone to the treasury yet, and as such haven't personally met Pandora's Actor. He worships you like you deserve in a pile of treasure.

As a newly isekai'd Supreme Being, you hadn't visited every floor just yet. The treasury was one of the yet to be visited areas, and the moment you remembered all the treasure that was there, just for you to bask in the glory of, you started figuratively drooling. It was then you also remembered Ainz' creation: Pandora's Actor, and a wave of guilt washed over you. That poor dear had been there all alone all this time. It was high time you visited the area guardian, and check out the riches the guild had collected with your own two eyes as well.

As you stepped through the hallway towards the seating area where Pandora was, you could hear him humming to himself. The moment you stepped into view however, his hum stopped abruptly, as he turned your way, clicked his heels together and saluted you.

"Welcome to the Treasury, my exalted Supreme Being! NEIN, meine Gott/in!"

You couldn't help cringing just a bit at his voice, but you weren't too surprised. You knew what the floor guardian was like, and you secretly chuckled a bit as you didn't think he was annoying as much as he was endearing in his earnest honesty. Poor Ainz would have a headache despite having no brain every time someone new would meet Pandora, but you were unsure if he would be happy that you did in fact like his creation. Relieved perhaps. A little disturbed at your taste more likely. Then again, he was the one that created Pandora's Actor, so there was no way the overlord himself truly held no love for the guardian.

"Thank you, Pandora's Actor, please be at ease. I merely wish to see the treasury, and the floor you so proudly guard."

He saluted again, as he started rambling about the treasury and how no gold inside of it measured up against your radiance, but you were too interested in the treasury to pay much attention to his words.

You had a craving to see gold, glittering riches, gems, items that were so hard to get the entire guild had to grind for weeks, months even... You wanted to lay eyes upon it and bask in its glory. The urge to touch it was overwhelming to you, and you decided that: what the hell, you were a supreme being and you wanted to, so you would.

After all you had collected said treasures together with your friends back in Yggdrasil, so there was no reason for you not to be allowed to do such a thing.

First, a shy hand slowly reached forward, letting gold coins and precious stones run through your fingers, but then you pushed your entire hand inside, feeling the cold treasure dig into your skin. There was so many. Everywhere you looked glittered invitingly, and slowly, as if in trance you moved forward, body itching to lay in it.

You barely heard the muted gasp from the floor guardian behind you, but it was enough to snap you into reality, catching yourself before you fully laid down.

"Apologies," you said, arms crossed to keep them from touching all that was in front of you, a gesture that felt more like holding yourself back than anything. "I don't know what came over me."

Your sentence had barely come out of your mouth before Pandora yelled out a "Nein! It is only natural for a supreme being like yourself to want to bask in its MAGNIFICENT glory! Please, I can only be blessed to watch as you take what is yours. I can get the world items as well, and other special treasures that have been kept on this floor! All for you to touch and experience as is your right!" You looked over your shoulder, surprised, and caught him saluting once again, body almost twitching in anticipation of your order.

Well, you supposed it couldn't hurt.

"Yes," you almost whispered, "Show all to me."

Laid down in your riches, you watched as Pandora disappeared and reappeared, face blank, but excitement visible in his rushed movements as he placed the most prized artifacts you had access to around your prone body. Jewellery was put on you, until you felt like you were a ton heavier, but it was done with such gentle yet intense movements that you let him place yet another necklace on your neck, watching with rapt attention as he held the stone up to his eyes before gently placing it back down on your chest. You felt like a piece of art almost, and by Pandora's reverent movements you looked like one too. Pandora's Actor had stepped away, keeping a respectful distance from you that you were unaware he itched to close it again. The aura of power and decadence of the items you felt should make you feel small in comparison instead made you feel strong and accomplished, a pleased sound escaping you as you enjoyed the feeling.

Lo and behold, you weren't the only one enjoying if the tent in the floor guardians pants was any indication. The moment you realized your effect on him your breath hitched, speeding up instantly as your eyes met his empty sockets. Once again you could read nothing from his face, but his body spoke for him as he took a hesitant step forward. Hands grasping the air at his sides as you heard him mutter assumed compliments in German.

You reached an arm towards him and he instantly took your hand, bringing it to his mouth and kneeling at your feet.

"Du bist so schön, meine König/in," he muttered reverently, cool air hitting your hand as he spoke, and you suppressed a shiver. "I wish to- nein, it would be disrespectful to- I'd sully-"

His broken sentences, and the actions you realized were kissing your hand reverently made you lean back even more, basking in the attention he was lavishing on your hand.

"What, Pandora?" you asked, urging him to continue his sentence as you could almost say the answer in tandem with him.

"I wish to touch you, my Lord/Lady." he said, his voice so filled with need that you couldn't help but bite your lip, back arching towards him as you replied with a: "Then do it."

He was upon you in a second, arms falling beside your head as his legs cradled yours, but he wasn't touching you yet; hovering unsteadily as if he was still afraid you'd rebuke him. With a small chuckle you reached your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you in a strange approximation of a kiss as you felt warm breath against your lips. The moan that fell from him was sinful, as if you'd done something much more intimate than kiss him and you smiled against his open mouth.

"Meine Geliebte," he whispered, and you gasped as a tongue appeared seemingly out of thin air to lick your lips, asking permission. The tongue was long, much longer than a human tongue, and your eyes fell shut as it ran over yours, curling around it and tasting you as he finally lowered himself onto you- but only slightly. His crotch was still hovering, but you weren't paying enough attention to notice, your own hips bucking up to rub against his as he moaned again, shivering above you as your tongues intertwined in a sensual dance. "So schön," he murmured as you broke apart, face a mask of indifference, but his body and the way his voice sounded so needy spoke louder than words. His hips moved with yours now, gold coins rattling as they fell from their place, rolling down the heap you were laying on.

Your eyes were sparkling brighter than the gold as he leaned back to take in the sight of you, blushing and batting his eyelashes at him as your arms fell back, hands grasping at the treasures you were laying in. His dick twitched, uniform too tight, too constricting, but he was holding himself back. This wasn't about him; it was about you. You were a work of art, and he was going to treat you as such, though he was sure he could fuck your beautiful body forever without tiring if you'd let him. The thought made him rut into you harder, but he caught himself, moving back as you whined. "Let me," he murmured against your skin as his tongue ran along your neck, hands slowly pulling at your outfit, undressing you with the reverence you deserved. The clothes fell away from you as he kissed down your jawline, moving down to lave attention to your sensitive spots with that long tongue of his', and you arched your back languidly, a low moan escaping you as you let him worship you. Your chest got ample attention as he ran thin fingers over your nipples, pebbling them and making you sigh, bucking up into him for more friction.

He moved to sit up again, sitting on his knees with your legs on either side of him. His fingers indented your thighs as he pulled one of you legs up to take off your shoes, slowly, one foot at a time. Then he slowly moved to take of your pants, fingers running up and down your legs as he uncovered more and more of you, greedy hands mapping your skin as soon as he laid his eyes on it. Murmured praises fell from Pandora's lips as you whined for him to give you more friction, but he held himself away from you. Slowly kissing from your knees to your inner thighs, first the left leg, then the right, and you were about to sit up and just pull his face to your core that he kept skipping. You needed him so bad, arousal leaking from you as you throbbed for him. And you knew he was affected too, a dark spot appearing on the yellow fabric of his uniform, showing you his feelings for you too.

The moment he finally leaned down to move his mouth over your arousal you let out a high pitched moan, hands flying down to his head where you grabbed at him, toppling his hat over in the process. A long tongue came out to taste you as he voiced his appreciation for you taking control over him. "Yess," he hissed, "You taste divine-" his voice was wrecked as he laved your core with attention, and it almost sounded like he enjoyed this more than you, so needy were the moans coming from him as he brought you closer and closer to your peak.

"Yes, Pandora," you moaned back, arching into him, "You're doing so good, don't stop!"

He didn't stop, swiftly making you reach your climax as you bucked up harshly, thighs constricting around his head and pushing his head down so he couldn't escape you. He wasn't planning too, and you felt him shiver and groan against you.

Slowly you came down from your height, hearing apologies tumble from his mouth for a reason you weren't sure about. Greedy hands pulled him towards you as you kissed him, uncaring of the ring of your glistening arousal that covered his mouth and the taste of you on your tongue. You still needed more, you needed him to properly fuck you in this pile of gold that moved and rolled with every twitch and thrust you made.

As you leaned back you saw the wet patch on his pants had grown, and you realized that he had come while servicing you, making you pull him into you. Everything he did made you feel so amazing, from how he treated you to the orgasm he gave you, it was like everything you did was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and you needed more of it. He had made you greedy, and he was so very willing to give.

"Fuck me, Pandora," you groaned to him as you pushed your hips together, feeling him already hard again as he rutted back into you.

"Ja, wie mein Meister es befiehlt!" he roared, and you were almost taken aback if he wasn't about as enthusiastic about filling you as you were about being filled by him. His clothing morphed away from him, leaving him as naked as you, and you took in what he had to offer. And what he had to offer was far from what you expected, but left you drooling none the less. Below his pale stomach was a dick unlike any you'd ever seen before, thick, tapering at the end, and... did your eyes deceive you? Moving towards your heat. The tip was dusted pink, like his cheeks and his chest, and dripping with fresh pre cum. It twitched, as if it noticed your eyes on it, and he slotted your hips together, already rubbing against your opening.

A shuddering groan escaped him as he collected your leaking slick on his tip, your arousals rubbing together as you felt him throb against you. A moan tumbled from your mouth in return as he finally breached your tight opening. Slowly pushing all the way in as you threw your head back, jewellery clinking together on your chest as the floor guardian finally bottomed out inside of you. Almost pulling all the way out before pushing back in with a snap. The rhythm he started felt desperate, but so were you, and your hips moved with his as he found that sweet spot inside you seemingly without even trying.

"Pandora-" you gasped, as he replied with your name, your title, and 6 different pet names in varying states of coherence as loud moans escaped him with every thrust. He made no point of trying to stay quiet, making sure you knew how much he enjoyed you and how much he was honoured, his warm breath hitting your face as your eyes scrunched shut, your pathetic little moans answering his' as you tried to keep your grip on reality. Every thrust felt like electricity went through you, his cock hitting you in your sweet spot every time with perfect efficiency. Your orgasm hit you like a brick wall, a silent scream on your mouth as your back arched, chest against his face as he took this chance to lave it with attention once again. Long wet tongue running over your nipples as he fucked you through your orgasm, thrusts turning sloppy as he groaned about how tight you were. When you felt him pulling out your legs closed behind him, trapping him inside of you.

"I- Meine Geliebte-" he stuttered, dick twitching inside of you as he tried not to take more from you than he already had, "I have to-"

"Come inside of me, Pandora," you gasped, wanting to feel him inside.

The sound he made was almost pornographic, shuddering as he thrust once, twice, then emptied himself inside of you with seemingly random twitches of his hips. "Y/N-" he gasped, slowly pulling out as the pale skin of his face and chest reddened under your loving gaze.

The reality of the situation seemed to hit both of you at once. As he pulled out his come splattered out of you, dirtying the gold and treasure you were laying on, and the sound made your face turn red, sweat dripping from you when you realized what you had done, and where.

But you weren't sorry, you'd do this again in a heartbeat. As you looked at Pandora's Actor, hands shivering as he cleaned you slowly, shivering getting worse with every stroke over your core when more and more of your combined come dripped out of you, sullying the treasure you were laying on you saw a thin tongue come out to lick his lips. You realized he wasn't sorry either, and you grinned wider than you had any right to. His hands ran through the coins, clinking against each other as it seemed he wanted them all to be covered in the result of your coupling, and you blushed as you chuckled.

This wouldn't be the last time you'd fuck in the treasure, that much was for sure.

#pandora's actor x reader #overlord x reader #overlord #x y/n #smut #nsft #x reader #my work #supreme being

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Fourseeing the Future WIP (Jhin x Reader)

"Well?" It was a good question. What would you do to them in a totally hypothetical situation? Apparently you took too long before you answered, because Jhin heaved a dramatic sigh before leaning back and shrugging, as if disappointed in you. "Just hurting them would make me feel pretty good, but it would not really teach them a lesson." You muttered, more thinking out loud than really answering Jhin. He seemed pleased enough by this reaction though, leaning forward again, interest once again peaked. "I'd have to make them feel powerless first. Make them feel like the worthless cheat they are." A hum from Jhin which sounded much more pleased than it had any right to be. "And how would you accomplish that exactly?" It was obviously more than just professional curiosity, and a blush grew on your face as an idea formed in your head. If he was so curious, why not indulge him? And get rid of some frustrations at the same time... "Would you like me to tell you?" you purred, trying to will away the blush that was now heating your face, but when you licked your lips in a nervousness that was a little more than just that, you saw Jhins exposed eye on the pink appendage immediately, the sound of a small inhale enough for you to realise he was hanging on your every word. "Or, would you like me to show you?"

#wip #jhin x reader #league of legends #lol x reader #champion x summoner #x reader #x y/n #jhin is a masochist

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Reaching Heaven

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: Ulquiorra x f!arrancar!reader

Wordcount: 1376 words

Tags: doing the deed while flying, established relationship, rewritten from an x oc fic that I wrote for myself, probably ooc

Summary: You've always wanted to fly, and beg Ulquiorra to take you flying around Hueco Mundo. In the air, so close to him, you realize how badly you want him. Now.

Held tightly, Ulquirora's arms around you, his tail curled around your waist. You were not afraid of heights, and felt absolutely safe in your lover's arms, but you still felt the thrill run through you at the thought of being so high up. Ulquiorra's powerful wings held you both airborne, sounds of the air creating a soothing atmosphere, but it could not dampen your excitement. Above you was the deep darkness of Hueco Mundo, below you the endless sands stretching out before you. You held your lover tighter, body flush with his. The ground below was far, dunes of sand flying by unchanging, making it look like you were going much slower than you actually were, but the wind in your hair told you otherwise, making your stomach do flips in excitement. Had you asked a friend with wings to fly you around before? Absolutely. Had they complied? Well, yes, begrudgingly after you had asked so many times they had grown tired of you. Ulquiorra required much less persuasion, which wasn't to say he required none at all. He, however, was much more likely to allow your whims as long as they didn't let him go against Lord Aizen. And so, fly you did, and those earlier small rounds around Las Noches couldn't even begin to compare to this. The speed, the thrill, the closeness to Ulquiorra your lover-

Innocently your hips made contact with his and you were distracted from your thoughts for just a second to realize how much you wanted him right now while you were still flying.

Your excitement was palpable, Ulquiorra's wings steady, and your grin ear to ear as you rutted your hips into Ulquiorra's just once. Was it a dangerous game you were playing? Absolutely! But being an arrancar for so long had taught you one thing; there was a usually high risk involved for a high reward.

Peeking at Ulquiorra's face from below, you saw no indication of him being upset or feeling a certain type of way after your action. He must've thought nothing of it, dismissing the action as accidental. But there was nothing accidental about the second time you grinded into him, noticing his frown deepening as he glanced at you for a second. A sigh escaped him as he asked you with a monotone voice what it was you thought you were doing while still in the air.

"Nothing," came your easy lie, hugging him innocently and looking up at him though thick lashes. "Is something the matter?" Then to change the subject: "It's so amazing to be up here. I wish I had wings myself, but then again I wouldn't be able to hold you as we're flying like this."

He hummed, no other sound coming from him as he took the answer with more than a little suspicion, eyes once again ahead to see where he was going when he felt you move against him again. Well, now he was sure what you were doing, although the why still escaped him.

"I thought you wanted to fly?" He asked, already looking for a place to land, as you were seemingly done with flying and wanted something else instead. "We've only been in the air for 10 minutes after you begged me to take you to the skies for days. It seems you need to be taught patience before we do anything like this again."

"No, stay up," you said, slight whine edging your voice, "I want to fly."

But your hips held no sign of stopping now, rubbing against him insistently as he felt himself get affected much faster than he should.

"It's dangerous to stay in the air like this, woman. You need to cease this behaviour before you get yourself in trouble."

"I trust you," you replied with a full on whine this time, and Ulquiorra would've gotten angry if it didn't arouse him so much. "Your wings are so big and strong- I like the sensation of being up here, please let me." And without giving him time to answer you wrapped your legs fully around his slim waist, feeling his tail wrap tighter around you to accommodate the new position and to make sure you weren't going to fall as you grinded against his growing erection harshly. Skirt hiking up your hips, making him catch a glimpse of soaked black panties. Your mouth found his' as you kissed him deeply, tongues intertwining as his eyes closed for a fraction to let the sensations wash over him. The rhythm of his wings faltered slightly, but quickly picked up again when you broke apart.

"Yes," you mewled, voice pitching higher as you rubbed yourself closer and closer to orgasm, shivering in his hold as you looked down, feeling the wind in your hair and the rush of speed as it aided to add to the knot in your stomach.

It was difficult for him to keep steady at this point, pre cum making a mess of his hakama as he felt your wetness seep through as well, a wet patch for sure forming on his uniform and a groan escaped him. Meanwhile you brought yourself so close it felt like you wanted to be inside his skin, crotch never leaving his' as you rubbed faster, head thrown back as you came against him from the stimulation. Ulquiorra shuddered, entire body feeling electrified as his wings froze for just a second, making you drop a couple of feet as your moan turned into a yelp, only to turn into a louder moan from the feeling in your belly.

"Shit," you gasped, throbbing against him so intensely your toes curled. You just came, but it wasn't enough by far. You needed him inside of you right this moment, wetness seeping down your legs now. Moaning his name, you pressed against him so hard it almost hurt, and he decided you needed to land. Now.

His dick strained against his hakama as he reached the tall ruin of what appeared to be some sort of tower. Much faster than he'd thought, though it seemed like an eternity of not being able to be inside of you. He was impatient, which was so very unlike him, but the intensity of the throbbing of his dick made him unable to think straight.

Roughly you were pushed against the wall, legs still around Ulquiorra as greedy fingers grabbed at your thighs, lips already glued to your neck as you moaned out his name. His other found found yours as both worked on getting his hakama off, but the moment his dick was freed neither of you attempted any further undressing. So impatient were you both that your panties were quickly pushed to the side before Ulquiorra pushed in, wetness leaking from you as he thrust in with very little resistance.

Head thrown back as Ulquiorra's name fell from your lips in needy moans, uncaring about how loud you were being. After all, you were in the middle of nowhere, there was no need to stay quiet for once, as he hummed his pleasure into your neck. A slight nip was his response to your hands pulling at his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him further into you as you moved your hips in rhythm with his.

The height was still apparent, and a sinking feeling every time you opened your eyes only heightened your pleasure as Ulquiorra held you steady against the wall of the tall ruin. The stone ledge below you crumbling with very sharp thrust of his hips, but the fear only drove you further towards orgasm. A breathy moan of his name and a shudder racking your body as you came again, milking Ulquiorra's dick for all it was worth. A growl came from him as he too toppled over the edge, pushing into you roughly as both of you rode out your orgasm. Outfits ruined at the bodily fluids now covering you both, running down your legs and down the tower.

"That was nice," you said, a smile in your voice apparent as you gently kissed Ulquiorra on the mouth. "We should fly again soon."

A scoff was your answer as Ulquiorra tidied you both up with a slight frown at the mess. "Don't count on it, woman."

#ulquiorra x reader #smut #nsft #x reader #ulquiorra #arrancar #my work #bleach #espada

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vewyscawywriting · 3 months

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What I'm Working on RN

Off hiatus but not very fast.

Top one is the one I worked on last:

Ulquiorra x f!arrancar!reader: 1211 words

Pandora's Actor x Reader: 834 words

Pyke x F!Summoner!Reader: 1074 words

Jhin x F!Summoner!Reader: 935 words

Lelouch x reader: 362 words

Kisame x f!reader: 571 words

Updated: 13/02/2024

#off hiatus #update #i'm not gonna be fast for a while though

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vewyscawywriting · 3 months

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It really do be like like this sometimes

#writer stuff #artist stuff #hiatus #scawy talks

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vewyscawywriting · 5 months

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Since its been so long since I posted anything here’s a reblog from my alt (monsterfucker) account. I am still on hiatus, kinda, since I wrote this fic reallllly slow and steady without any pressure of not being off hiatus haha. Unsure when I’m off hiatus. Today was the first time I actually felt like writing again, so maybe that’s a good sign and I’ll be back soon… no promises tho!

Arachnophobia - Eevrid the Drider

Pairing: Drider x f!Reader

Wordcount: 4668 words

Tags: Blindfolds, bondage, body worship

Summary: As someone with terrible arachnophobia you decide to try your friends recommendation of "exposure therapy" with an aquaintance of her, who is a Drider.

Ever since you were a child you had debilitating arachnophobia. Every time you'd see the teensiest spider you'd panic, having to ask someone else to get rid of said spider. It was a little pathetic, and now that you were an adult you were ready to get over this fear already.

"I know what you need," a friend said to you one day, after you yelled at a small spider on the table you were sitting at, and multiple eyes had been on you and your friend. "Exposure therapy."

"Exposure therapy." You deadpanned back. As if you hadn't thought of that yet. You were much too scared to be able to try something like that. "You must overestimate me here. Did you already forget what happened just now?"

She took a sip of her drink, nodding sagely. "That's exactly why. The spider just now was tiny, harmless, and you yelled like you just got bit by a snake."

"Yeah, yeah... rub it in." Came your mumble. You were aware that your panic wasn't proportionate and drew attention from others.

"Don't worry so much. I have just the plan."

You rolled your eyes. "And what would that be?"

She leaned forward over the table, and started speaking in a hush hush voice. "I have an acquaintance who could really help you with this sort of thing."

"Oh?"

"He's a Drider."

Fear coursed through you. Though you had never come into contact with the supernatural yourself, you knew of their existence. If there was one being you'd never ever want to come into contact with it was the infamous Drider. "You're insane." She was either joking or crazy. There was no way you would go through with this.

"Well, yes, I'm friends with you!" she joked, and grabbed her phone, looking through it until she found what she was looking for. She turned the screen towards you and you pointedly ignored it. "Just look, it's just his face. No spidery details to be seen. Well... more or less."

Anxiously you managed to take a peek, and she was right. The image did not scare you... as a matter of fact it had quite the opposite effect. On her screen was a picture of a grey skinned man with long white hair and multiple eyes, his mouth was a little strangely shaped, but other than that he was very normal looking. Moreover... he was absolutely breath taking.

"Oh," you said, and she chuckled at your reaction.

"I know! And he's such a sweetheart too! Remember last year when I was lost during cave diving? He's the one that saved me then. We've been friends ever since, and I'm sure he'll agree to curing your fears with a little talking. In your case just being around him will cure you of your arachnophobia in no time flat I'm sure!"

Yeah, you doubted it, but she was right about the fact that something needed to be done about your fear.

"I'll ask him about it and see if he's okay with it. What do you say? Should I give him your number so he can contact you?"

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It was just a couple of days later that you got your first message. It was a little awkward, both of you having been brought together by your crazy common friend, but he seemed to be down with helping you. His name was Eevrid, and he agreed to the two of you first just talking through text before you'd go into the whole "exposure therapy" as your friend had called it.

"I don't go out much," he said one day when you were talking about hobbies. "Most humans don't take kindly to the supernatural, let alone one with a spider body."

You felt a little bad about it, knowing that you would probably be the first to scream if you'd see a Drider in real life. Your friend was right, you needed to do something about this phobia, if only so that you wouldn't be a dick to him and his race because of something irrational as a fear.

Talking to Eevrid was nice, comforting even. And as you went from texting to calling over the phone you realised you were looking forward to your talks. His voice was soft and soothing, and sometimes you found yourself lost in daydreams thinking about his profile picture. A feeling of wanting to meet him in real life started to grow in you, despite the fear that grew in proportion to your longing. You knew what his face looked like... but his lower body was still a mystery to you. You had looked up pictures of Driders, but found it too difficult to look for long, the images bringing out the same fear as the real thing probably would. The lines between friendship and something more seemed to blur with every message, and with it grew your want to meet him. He hadn't asked you yet, knowing about your troubles, but there were definitely moments where he let it show through his words that he really wanted to meet you as well.

Then again... that's what you started talking for. For you to meet him, to get over your fear... You decided to take the step and asked him over the phone one day, if there was a way you could meet him. He seemed ecstatic as the both of you spoke about where best to meet.

And here you were, on your way to Eevrid, your Drider online friend that was going to help you with your phobia. Although you were worried he was just going to make it worse by... being himself. Despite your fears you had decided to meet at his place, since not many places openly accepted the supernatural so willingly yet. It hurt. Hurt extra when you realised you were probably one of the reasons Driders like Eevrid were shunned from mayor establishments, but you put it in the back of your mind for now. Next time you'd find a place both of you could enjoy together. Or maybe next time would be your place. Whatever the case, right now it was at his place, and you were shaking with anticipation.

Or fear.

Maybe both.

And as you knocked on the door to his house; a surprisingly normal door inside of a cave-like wall straight out of a fantasy your hands shook almost violently. As soon as the last echo of the knock ran out your hands were behind you back, grasped together as if to not show your nerves.

You almost yelped when "I'm coming" came from inside in Eevrid's calming voice, followed by the door opening and a head poking out.

"H-hi," you said, nerves easing slightly at the kind but slightly anxious smile that was shown on his handsome face as he saw you standing there, "I'm here."

His anxious smile vanished, a genuine, warm laugh escaping him at your stuttering, and he replied: "Yes, I'm glad you are. Welcome inside."

You made your way indoors, forcing yourself to look anywhere except Eevrid's lower body. Why was this so hard? You really, genuinely liked Eevrid, and his presence was both soothing and exciting you, and yet- the thought of him being a Drider still absolutely filled you with fear.

If he noticed you not looking at him properly, he didn't let it show, opting instead to give you a small tour of his house. It was small, sparsely decorated, and in your humble opinion could use a woman's touch... which was a train of thought you instantly cut off. Everything about it did felt like him though, and you smiled slightly at all the cosiness of the space.

When the room tour ended in his bedroom both of you just stood there, a little awkwardly. The bed that was in the middle of the room was more like a nest of blankets and pillows and if it was half as comfortable as it looked it had the potential to cure anyone's insomnia.

"Well," he said, and you looked over, feeling like a high school girl seeing the room of her crush. Well, it wasn't far off the mark. Sadly when you looked over to him you finally did what you were avoiding; looking at his lower body, and a small high pitched sound escaped your throat, barely swallowed when you realized you were being extremely rude.

He instantly made himself small, legs curling up under him in an attempt to make you more comfortable, which, ironically, had the opposite effect. Your fists balled tightly, bringing them close to your chest as you managed to remain rooted on the spot without running.

"It's- I'm sorry- I tried to-" you stuttered, adrenaline coursing through you as you tried to keep your breathing to a normal level. He remained in place, almost reaching for you when he saw your reaction, but thankfully realizing in time that would probably make the situation worse.

It hurt, he couldn't deny that, but the both of you were aware of your fear, and your reaction was honestly a lot less intense than he'd feared when he had gone over the day in his mind multiple times.

"Hey, it's okay," he said, and you felt yourself relax a bit as you focused on the sound of his voice and his face. "We knew this would happen, and there's no shame in going about this slowly."

You nodded, slowly feeling your breath even out, and letting your eyes move down his face to his chest, lower... your breath hitched again as you quickly brought your eyes back up to his face where you found him smiling softly.

"How about I get something to drink for you while you calm down, hm? Maybe we can come up with some ideas to keep this fun and light hearted as we sit and talk. And who knows, maybe we'll figure out how to cure your arachnophobia as we go!"

You nodded. You really, really wanted to get over your fear as soon as possible. Eevrid was too nice for you to have a reaction like this to him, it was rude and uncalled for, and you cursed your own cowardice as you saw him leave to make you some tea. Slowly you followed him to the living room where you sat down on a human-sized chair. He told you he had friends over sometimes, that's why some furniture was more catered to you as a human and other more to him as a Drider.

As you heard his soft footfalls you turned towards him and had to stifle your laugh as he had covered his lower body with a blanket. It looked so goofy, as if he was wearing an enormous lumpy wedding dress, and when he said: "It looks stupid doesn't it?" with a slight blush you couldn't help but let out a little chuckle.

"It does," you said honestly, "But I really appreciate the gesture."

It really worked though, and as you sat, drank tea and talked, you realized how comfortable you were with him. It was exactly the same as through text, and as you looked at him you realized he felt the same. Until he stumbled over the wedding dre- no, blanket, and you panicked to see him tumbling trying to not stumble over all 8 of his legs.

"It's not really helping isn't it..." you pondered, and saw him nod apologetically, as if he was the problem and not you. "It's also not helping me get over my fear. How about..." you were quiet a bit, knowing where you wanted to go with this sentence, but feeling a little silly. He looked at you expectantly. Honestly he really wanted to help you with your fear, both for you and for him. He just really wanted to be able to be closer to you without scaring you off... his body yearned for yours, contact with you not only mentally.

You cleared your throat and continued with a small blush on your face. "How about I use a blindfold? That way I can maybe touch you without the visual fear and that way I might easier get over my fear?"

It was said more as a question, it sounded more stupid than you thought the longer the sentence went on, but you saw him nod seriously.

"That might work," he said, willing to try, and instantly grabbing a clean hand towel to use as a makeshift blindfold. You chuckled awkwardly as he fastened it gently, asking a "Is it alright? Not too tight?", and feeling you nod in return.

"Okay," you said, carefully reaching out your hand to him and feeling him grab it in one of his. It was large, strong and slightly cool, but a blush instantly ignited on your face as you felt him squeeze it a bit at your words. "I'm going to touch you now, is that okay?"

You heard nothing for a little bit, and when you tilted your head at him inquisitively you heard him chuckle a little, sounding embarrassed as he said: "I'm sorry, you can't see me nod right now. Yes, I'm okay, do what you want."

His permission made you instantly jolt into motion, one hand still squeezing his' as you other slowly moved upwards to his chest to start your fear conquering path onwards to his 8 legs.

"Tell me if you don't like it, okay?" You mumbled as you hand slowly mapped out his upper, humanlike body. His pecs were hard, but different from a well build human. The skin itself felt tougher to the touch, as far as you could tell through his clothes, and you hummed as you slowly ran your fingers over his abs, stopping short of his crotch. You were really only doing this to get over your fear. Of course...

However now that you had started touching him you felt your blush deepen. What you were doing suddenly hit you like a pile of bricks. You were blindfolded, feeling him up under the guise of getting over your fear. A small sound escaped him.

"I, uh," you removed your hand as if stung.

"I'm sorry," Eevrid said, "Was it too much? Are you scared?"

Scared? Right now you were far from it. Your hand itched to be touching him again, and you replied with a negative. "Can I... can I touch your legs now?" The words came out in a squeak, the concept still scaring you, but you wanted to touch him all over now, and if there was ever a moment you might get over your fear it was under the influence of your arousal that was growing more insistent with every touch you laid on him.

"Of course." He said, his voice sounding a little husky to your ears, and you felt your hand tremble as he slowly took it to put it on one of his many legs. It trembled with you, but only for a second as you let out a small sound of both fear and excitement.

It was slightly coarse, but much softer than you expected, and it felt a lot less scary than it looked. You let your fingers run over the tickly hairs, running a hand up and down the appendage, slowly getting used to the idea that Eevrid had a lower body that was basically a giant spider without the visuals of such. Slowly your hand reached the part where leg met abdomen, and you curiously let your eager fingers glide across, feeling a small shiver go through his body under your ministrations. Another sound left Eevrid, almost imperceptible to your ears had it not been absolutely quiet in the room save for your beating heart and both of your breaths that had picked up significantly. The sound was unmistakable now; it seemed this little game had an effect on both of you, and you couldn't help but smirk as you let your hands wander to what you assumed were less innocent spots.

"Ah, y/n," he warned, "If you go there I don't know if I can stop myself."

It sounded less like a warning to you, and more like a promise. "Stop yourself from what?" You said cheekily as you ran your hand square of the front of his body, where spider met human in a transition of coarse hair to hard exoskeleton to soft skin.

A hand grabbed yours to stop it, a small chuckle coming from Eevrid at your actions as he pulled your hand away.

"I've taken away your sight, should I take away your ability to tease?"

"Oh? Are you going to tie me up then?" came from you, you were giddy with your earlier fear and your current arousal, and so very willing to take this a step further. The blindfold had really helped so far, and if just touching him innocently had worked you up this much you wondered how much better him touching you would make you feel. "I can still tease you verbally though." you chuckled as you felt his fingers run softly over your wrists, still waiting for your permission.

"Not if I do this-" he muttered, much closer than you expected his voice to be. Strange lips pressed against you the next second in a kiss that instantly deepened when you gasped in surprise. A thin tongue invaded your mouth and you moaned as it met yours, tangling in a sensual dance as he pushed your body back with insistent but gentle motions.

"Where are you taking me?" escaped you between passionate kisses, almost stumbling over something on the floor, and he decided to just lift you up and carry you.

"Bed," he replied, nipping your lips one last time before putting you down on a soft surface you realized was the nest of pillows and blankets you'd seen earlier. It was as comfortable as you'd thought and you sighed as you nestled further into it, reaching your arms up to Eevrid who you imagined was above you.

You felt his abdomen again, but before you could reach for what you hoped was his crotch he had grabbed your greedy hands again. He tutted, shaking his head at you though you could not see it.

"I told you what I was planning to do with these naughty hands, didn't I?"

A giggle from you was his reply, and a "Well, what are you waiting for then?"

He muttered something that sounded like "You asked for it", as you felt a silky kind of rope wrap around your wrists, pulling them up over your head, stopping you from moving them. You wondered if it was his webbing, which made the whole ordeal simply more exotic and more intimate to you somehow. You tested the restraints with a harsh pull. They felt deceivingly soft, but they held sturdy.

You felt the bed indent around you, a shadow falling over you which was the only thing you could make out through the blindfold.

"It's time I return the favour," Eevrid said, sounding high above you, but his next words were much closer as you realized he was now hovering right over your prone body. "Where do you want me to touch first?"

A slightly cool hand landed on your legs, and you jolted, feeling him squeeze your thigh through your jeans.

"How about this tiny leg of yours. You might not have many, but they make up for it in squishiness."

You let out a squeak. Realization of your subconscious action of opening your legs to him came a second after and you blushed a scarlet red. You were throbbing in your panties, wishing he'd take your clothes off already and touch your skin directly, but you didn't get to voice this thought before he spoke again.

"It's a bit unfair you got to touch my skin directly and I can't though..." he muttered, fingers running down the length of your legs, squeezing the fat occasionally as you shivered under him. "I think it's time to remove the barrier, hm?"

His teasing words made you groan, and open your legs a little wider. You couldn't see his face, or what he was doing, and your ears strained for any and all sounds that would indicate his actions or the sounds he was making. The occasional sigh that came from his as you felt his hands slowly undo the button to your jeans and sliding them down your legs made your insides throb. Your socks came with it, but he sadly left your panties in place as you wiggled your hips at him.

His fingers were now on your skin without any fabric in between, and he ran one finger from the slope of your belly, over your covered core, over your thighs all the way to your toes, where the tickling feeling made you retreat your foot quickly with a small giggle replacing your earlier moan.

"I've always thought human legs were silly looking, but now that I have your feet uncovered I am completely validated in my opinion. What even are these?" he said teasingly as he grabbed one of your toes to wiggle as you tried to no avail to remove your feet from his tickling fingers.

"Stop," you giggled, trying to get your hands free to push him away, but the webbing held you in place. This teasing only lasted for a second before he started a different kind of teasing. A gentle kiss was placed on the top of your foot as he ran his hands up your calf, moving his lips up to kiss a trail up to your knee only to start on your second leg. This time he slowly moved up your thighs, alternating between the two as he started nipping and licking his way up to your core while you tried to keep your noises and whining to a minimum.

“Eevrid,” you whined, “Stop teasing me…”

A chuckle was your reply as you felt his lips curl in a smile against your stomach now, skipping your core entirely as he moved his way up.

“I can’t help it,” he said, “You’re just too cute.” Your shirt was pulled up over your head, pushed up to your hands that were still bound as he first kissed the skin around your bra before undoing it slowly and finally lavishing your breasts with ample attention. Your back arched as you tried to move yourself closer to him, body shivering under his ministrations as you whined for him to stop teasing and get to the main event.

“Please, I need you inside me,” you gasped as he pulled on a nipple with his teeth, overstimulating the sensitive skin as you weren’t sure if you wanted to pull away or push closer. You wish you could feel him against your core, but he kept himself away from you, only touching you with his hands, lips and tongue. He removed himself from your left breast as he retreated from your upper body. Unsure of his next action you let out a pathetic whine, thrusting your hips up to him as if to invite.

A curse came from above you, as he mumbled. “I wanted to take my time tasting and worshipping you, but I don’t think I have the patience anymore.”

“Then don’t,” you groaned, “Give in and fuck me already.” You were so ready for him, throbbing and leaking, and if you didn’t feel him inside you anytime soon you were going to scream. Your wish was granted as seemingly out of nowhere you felt weight on your thighs again, the only indication that he was close before something hot and throbbing finally rutted against your wanting pussy. The sound you let out was almost pornographic, and it almost made you miss the groan he let out as he finally ended the sweet torture for himself and you.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned, and you didn’t even reply. Of course you were. You had been soaked for seemingly hours now, desperate for him.

His dick bumped against your clit and you practically growled at him to put it in, words underlined by a sharp thrust upwards that lined him up almost perfectly with your opening. His chuckle at your impatience devolved into a hiss as he finally pushed in, and if you weren’t blindfolded you would’ve seen his eyes roll back as he slid in all the way to the hilt. He was filling you so well, stretching you perfectly as your greedy walls milked him for all he was worth. He slowly pulled out before pushing in again, the rhythm slow but steady as you were almost unable to hear the small groans he let out over your own moans. Everything he did to you was so gentle and filled with love. All earlier fear was completely removed from your brain, no matter what he looked like. And when a slightly rough leg joined his hands in the caress of your body you leaned into it without thoughts, forgetting entirely why you were afraid in the first place if every touch felt so good.

Lips were suddenly against your mouth and you kissed him back with the same desperation that had permeated your actions all day. You had wanted him when you were only just texting and calling, and you realised now that you were finally making love how big that want was exactly.

Your hips snapped against his, legs trying to pull him closer, almost forgetting about his lower body’s width when you tried to wrap them around him. He kissed you again, muttering apologies but for what you weren’t sure. His pace picked up and you shivered in his arms.

You monad his name as if it was a chant, and begged him to remove your blindfold so you could see him.

“Are you sure?” He asked, hands suddenly not so sure as you felt them shiver slightly when they touched the blindfold that was still covering your eyes.

“Yes!” You keened as you felt yourself hurdling towards orgasm with his faster pace. “I want to see all of you! I can handle it.” The words almost made no sense as you tried to speak between your gasps, but he understood either way, removing the cloth quickly as if removing a bandaid.

Your eyes were unfocused, tears in the corners, threatening to fall and for a second Eevrid was afraid it had been too soon, but when he saw no fear or rejection in them, only love and desperation for him he kissed you again, a smile on his face. A hand went down to tease your clit, but the moment he made contact you already exploded, contracting around him so hard he had to stop for a second, groan escaping his gritted teeth. You were so beautiful, so small under him, and he couldn’t hold on either, rutting into you sloppily a couple more times before pulling out and releasing as well. White ropes splattered over your stomach, as your name fell from his lips in such loving desperation you almost orgasmed again from his voice and the visual of his face as he came.

Slowly both of you came down from your heights, Eevrid slowly undoing the webbing around your hands as he kissed the skin under it gently. Your eyes were on him, the way he moved around so gently, making sure not to step on you with his many legs despite his size.

And suddenly you were so glad you took this chance to overcome your phobia. You might still be afraid of an everyday spider, but not of Eevrid. Never of Eevrid. Your newly released arms reached out, pulling him closer to you as you kissed him again, muttering thanks and little nothings to him as he cleaned you with the same reverent gentleness he had displayed all day.

Your heart seemingly grew in size when you realised you had gone from fear to love, and with a content sigh you curled up against him as he pulled a large blanket over the both of you.

#my work #still on hiatus technically #for the monsterfuckers #terato #monster x reader #drider

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What I'm Working on RN

HIATUS until further notice (I feel shitty and writing is hard)

Top one is the one I worked on last:

Jhin x F!Summoner!Reader: 536 words

Lelouch x reader: 348 words

Pyke x F!Summoner!Reader: 901 words

Kisame x f!reader: 474 words

On hold:

Pandora's Actor x GN? F? SB!Reader: 626 words

Updated: 02/11/2023

#i'll be back soon #update

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Kinktober Week 4 - Overstimulation

Fandom: FNAF SB

Pairing: Sun x Reader x Moon

Wordcount: 669 words

Tags: fingering, overstimulation, punishment

Summary: After you’ve forgotten to tell your animatronic lovers you had the week off, both of them decide you need punishment for your forgetfulness.

You groaned as the lights went back on. Moon had been in a frisky mood, and as soon as he had spotted you in the empty daycare, just here to say hi after one of you security rounds, he had pulled you somewhere out of sight to touch you all over. And it hadn't even started cute like he sometimes would initiate with some kisses, some hugging, maybe even some teasing tickling, no he went straight for his prize; your pants and underwear were down as soon as he had pulled you to a safe spot.

"Good day to you too, Moon," you said as you realised you were now naked from the waist down, Moon hovering over you with a shit eating grin, and fingers at the ready.

"Naughty little Star," he giggled, voice edged with his signature growl, "When were you going to tell me and Sun that you had the last week off?"

Oh, that's what you had forgotten. You were a 100% certain you had told Sun at least once, but he might've been in the middle of wrangling some kids, and you had told yourself you'd tell him properly when he'd be able to actually listen to you. And then you'd completely forgotten.

"I did," you squeaked, but didn't sound very persuasive as Moon already had one finger wriggling inside of you. "Moon, you're really-"

"Liar, liar, pants on fire," Moon sang, thrusting one long finger in with every word. "For forgetting and lying I'm now going to punish you."

And what a punishment it was. First you were unsure how him fingering you could be punishment, until you were so close to the edge and you suddenly feared he was going to deny you your orgasm. He didn't. With a growl he told you to come, and you gasped as you did, realising with fear he wasn't stopping his rough thrusting. His other hand had found itself under your shirt, kneading your boobs as he growled against the skin of your thighs. Sharp teeth just rubbing against the skin as his tongue came out to lick up against your outer lips.

"That's one. Can you keep count for me, Sweetling?"

And it hadn't stopped at that one, or the one after that, you were already sobbing in the minutes it took for the lights to come back on, sticky and sore as Moon had brought you over the edge quite some times. Relief flooded you as the lights sprung on, but Moon's giggle and the little wave he did promised you more to come. At least being with Sun would grant you some relief from Moon's pleasure turned torture, or so you thought.

You quickly realised that was not the case as Sun came out, pout in his voice so evident you could've sworn his permanent smile had turned into a frown.

"Sun, I really told you," you mumbled desperately, weak from Moon's onslaught, and so ready for a little break, but Sun wouldn't hear it.

"I can't remember, Sunflower, and therefore it never, ever happened. My memories are perfect, you know?" He wiggled his fingers, still slick from your juices, inspecting them briefly before pushing you back down onto the little nest that you were in.

“Please, Sunbun, I need to get back to doing my rounds, my job-“

“Can wait,” Sun interrupted, almost sounding mean when he pressed his cool fingers against your clit that was still throbbing and swollen. “Moon had his chance to punish you, and now it’s my turn. It’s only fair!” He leaned down to give you a peck on the lips, but his sweetness was offset by the rubbing of his fingers over your body, telling you he was still being strict with you. Punishment far from over.

His long fingers slipped inside, and you sobbed as you felt you body respond instantly. And really, for all your complaining this was the best kind of punishment you could’ve wished for. It was going to be a long night.

#kinktober 2023 #week 4 #sun x reader x moon #dca x reader #x reader #x y/n #sundrop #moondrop #daycare attendant #smut #nsft #my work #fnaf #LazyGhoulsKinktober2023

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Kinktober Week 3 - Threesome

Fandom: Mortal Kombat (I specifically had MK11 in mind with this one)

Pairing: Scorpion x reader x Sub Zero

Wordcount: 877 words

Tags: threesome, not really temp play but i mean-

Summary: After weeks of mediating between the two rivals you suddenly find yourself between them in a completely different way. Too good to be true? You intend to enjoy this while it lasts.

Unsure still of any specifics through your reeling mind, you found yourself between your master Sub Zero and his former enemy Scorpion. And instead of figuratively, the way you were before, trying to mediate between them in the last couple of weeks, it was now figuratively. Burning heat at your back and shivering cold at your front, it was both dizzying and arousing.

"Master Sub Zero," you gasped as you felt him throb against your stomach. At your back was Hanzo, equally as aroused as you shivered in the overstimulation of the temperatures around you.

How had this happened? Your brain was fuzzy as all you felt was the throbbing in your core as cool lips pressed against your mouth and heated kisses were placed along your neck. Trying to remember what brought you to this point only distracted you from this dream come true, so you stopped trying, focusing instead on the delicious feeling of the two men against you.

"You did so well, Snowflake," Kuai whispered between pecks, the usual distance of the man you called Grandmaster replaced with fond passion, he even used a nickname just for you, and you swooned. What had you done well? A battle? A mission? You didn't know, but his pride for you emanated from every inch of him.

"You deserve a reward," came from Hanzo behind you, as his teeth found your sensitive spots and nibbled down on it making you squirm and arch further into Kuai in front of you who hummed against your lips as his hands dug harder into your hips. Hot and cool fingers found their way under your clothes, inching further and further towards your sensitive spots as you started bucking your hips against them for friction. Pleased sounds escaped both men as slowly your outfit was peeled off of you. Your own hands working hard to pull at their clothes, not actually succeeding well it seemed, but at the end of the dance all of you were naked all the same.

Both of them were perfect, godly bodies that were sculpted by years and years of training were now laid bare to your greedy eyes. Your own body, now fully undressed as well screamed for them, your arousal practically dripping down your legs as your masters former rival ran a single finger over your slit. You heated up further as another finger was added, opening you up to show the man in front of you how ready you were for him.

Your face was pulled towards Scorpion, as searing lips sought yours. Your hips were pulled forward with frigid hands towards your master as he lined himself up with your core. Throbbing cock bumping into your clit as he rubbed himself against you before slowly pushing inside, a gasp of his new nickname for you on his lips as you shivered against him. Scorpion's fingers ran over your clit as Sub Zero slowly fucked you open, bottoming out before long as you moaned out their titles. Scorpions dick was against your back and you felt him rut against you as you moved between the men, almost burning your skin everywhere they touched. One with heat and the other with ice, you were so dizzy you almost lost touch with reality. Every stroke from Kuai brought you further towards the edge, as Hanzo started rubbing at you more insistently.

"Come for me, Snowflake," Kuai groaned as you felt him throb deeply inside of you. Hanzo meanwhile was rubbing himself between your cheeks, smearing precum on the skin of your back that left a searing burn. The feeling of the slight sting overwhelmed you, gasping out as you came harshly, tightening over Kuai who groaned and closed his eyes, coming with you. The cold feeling that spread inside you made tears spring to your eyes, whimpering at the foreign feeling and feeling yourself throb harder with each undulation of your orgasm.

Hanzo stopped his onslaught on your clit, instead kissing your temple as both you and Kuai came down from your height, slowly turning you towards him.

"Think you can take more?" He said, growl tinging his words, and you felt yourself nodding as the world around you swirled. His throbbing length replaced your master's and with one swift stroke he was inside, Kuai's cool cum squirting out with your own. You felt disgusting in the best of ways as you moaned their names, feeling like you were floating on the clouds. Another orgasm was building swiftly as you felt Scorpion's rhythm falter, Sub Zero's cool hands helping to keep you grounded as his lips were against your temple. You were so close, and you realised so was Hanzo as your hips moved with his' in a desperate rhythm that was impossible to follow, until-

You awoke with a start on your bed inside the Lin Kuei temple. No one else was around and you gasped for air as you came down from the dream that was both incredibly realistic and the most fantastical thing you could've thought up in your frustrated little brain. It had been too good to be true after all...

You were still throbbing as you started your new day, hoping that one day this dream would turn into reality.

#x reader #mortal kombat #x y/n #kinktober 2023 #smut #nsft #scorpion #sub zero #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #mk11 #my work #scorpion x reader #sub zero x reader #week 3 #LazyGhoulsKinktober2023

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