#fear and hunger smut

[dadsbongos]

I NEED MORE RAGNVALDR SMUT THIS MAN IS MAKING ME GO CUCKOO

you n me both you n me both you n me both you n me both like!!

warnings - randomly lost the spark for this at the end and you can… tell lol, not proofread, fem body, whiny pathetic big man with big tits >>>>>, unprotected piv but liek cmon… what is the protection in that era youre lucky rag’s washed

845 words

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“You’re very close.”

“You’re more comfortable than the bed.”

Ragnvaldr snorts a laugh, eyes fluttering shut as he grins, hands winding tighter around your waist and squeezing the soft fat, “You’re obsessed with flattering me, elskede.”

“You’re worth the flattery,” you lift your chin and settle it between his collar bones to stare up at the man.

Auburn strands of hair burn like gold in the pouring sunlight, soft sage eyes gooey as they return your gaze. Morning birds sing outside the gaping window, fresh air chilling through the bedroom. Last night, you’d fallen asleep side-by-side only for the man to pull you atop his chest in the dark. Or maybe he did it as the sun first rose, staring at your lax face through bleary eyes; determined not to wake you. 

Wringing both arms under Ragnvaldr’s head, you pull your face closer to his and earnestly giggle at how his cheeks go ruby red. 

“Hm, blushing is a good look for you,” you dance the blade of your nails across his sharp cheekbones, feeling the warmth from his face lick over your fingertips, “So bashful.”

“Bashful,” he scoffs at the mere notion, “I’m the strongest warrior in Oldegaard, I am not bashful.”

“No?”

“No.”

“So, then, if I do this…” you sit up slowly, making a show of petting your palms down his chest and curving your back to push out your chest, perhaps -- just by mere coincidence -- grinding your pelvis into his, “You’ll feel nothing?”

“Nothing,” the tremble in his muscles says otherwise. So does the upward, smitten twitch of his lips. His hands tighten around your waist.

Ragnvaldr is as much a lovestruck fool as he is a warrior, he’s big and simple and so, so tender in your hands. 

“Do you lie to me?” you pout, and though he knows it’s fake Ragnvaldr is tempted to smear it off your face.

He beams up at you, a chuckle rumbling low in his throat, “Of course, I’m lying. Have you seen yourself?”

You shrug coyly and he laughs again. 

“Beautiful,” Ragnvaldr stretches his neck to press his lips to your neck, “So very beautiful.” 

“Now who’s full of flattery?” you tease as hands larger and bolder than your own peel off the gown you’d slept in; Ragnvaldr lifts his hips while you fumble off his trousers.

Warmth lathes up your spine, washing over your skin in time with the softness of Ragnvaldr’s palms. He pulls and squeezes the fat of your hips in appreciation as your slick envelopes his cock. Tossing his head back in a throaty whine, Ragnvaldr bucks his hips up -- settling both feet on the creaky straw and pelts to better thrust into you. Slow and thorough, he curls both arms around your waist and binds you both chest to chest; earnestly moaning at the squish of your bare breasts against him. Leaning his head against yours, Ragnvaldr lovingly molds his lips against your forehead.

“I love you,” he proclaims, “Love,” he whines, high and pitchy and snapping into the back of his throat, “My love, my good love, sweet girl…” he shudders under your hands, pace quickening, “Please, sweet girl, kiss me.”

You should’ve known -- if you weren’t preoccupied with whimpering and wailing his name, you’d probably giggle. Ragnvaldr loves to kiss during sex, no matter how contradictory his wrapping and hugging says otherwise. You have to wiggle up from his sweaty arms to worm your face by his, kissing along his jaw just to tease your lips against the corner of his mouth.

“Please,” the big man huffs pathetically, arms cinching tighter around your body and hips rocking the thin mat below you, “Don’t be cruel to me.”

“Rag’,” you croon, finally giving him the pleasure of your lips locked to his, now mumbling against him, “My precious man, big, big man. You’re so good to me.”

His face flames beneath yours, only growing hotter the longer you speak, “Uh-huh?”

“Yes, yes,” you gasp, his cock driving harder into the spongy spot that makes you weep, “Fuck me harder, Rag’! Rougher, my love, don’t be gentle…”

“Uh-huh…” he nods weakly, and continues nodding against you -- skulls thumping dully in time with his fucking, “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh…”

Fire rips up the seams of your tangled limbs, scorching up the loose ends of the building knots in both of your guts. Ragnvaldr tears his face back from yours, groaning and crying mixes of your name and gibberish. Gibberish until he finally crackles out,

“Can I- !" he's broken by a shiver and moan, "Can I cum inside, elskede?”

He wriggles one arm off you and in between your bodies to flick wetly around your clit. You burrow your face into the bend of his shoulder, biting the meat of his neck to muffle your swelling moans. You snag your nails into his broad chest, his soft hair tangling under your fingers, spurring you for an eager reply.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you chant dumbly, decisively numb to everything except Ragnvaldr and the ecstasy he brings.

BOOM bomb explodes you DIE!!!

[kentosbento]

Pavel Yudin

Mentions of prostitution. AFAB. Smut 18+

He is oddly familiar. 

A prim and proper uniform; the only mess being the flat tresses of his hair that tangle from what seems to be a constant tousling done by the man himself. There’s also a creasing between his brows like he’s thinking, or maybe reflecting, arms and legs crossed with a stern poise. His whole look can cut through you; especially the shine of a metal eagle that is glued to the head of his lieutenant’s hat– a straight-out-of-the-handbook Bremen officer. 

A Bremen pig. 

You had found your seat first on the train, and he had made his appearance quite loud and clear with the sharp stomping of his boots against the wood of the floor. There was one other face that you had seen from him, which was the flirtatious smirk that he had given you upon choosing his seat across from you. 

Handsome, yet horrifyingly so, evident in the scars and muscles that he seemed to wear with pride, alongside his medals and pristine Lugr. 

“A sight for sore eyes.” was all he had said before looking you up and down, as if undressing you with eyes, and then flitting his attention to the scenery outside of the window, almost as if you were never there in the first place. 

It is the second time that you meet him, where you witness his more grimy flirtations, climbing out of the bunker with Abella. 

“The pretty girl from the train,” he smiles at you, “and the mechanic I see...both are welcome tastes for my palette.”

Abella had tried to intimidate him, but the mention of his ‘itchy trigger finger’ had quieted her down. 

“As for you pretty girl, what a sweet thing, found the key huh…such a good girl for me.” 

You breathe in when you hear him say that, gripping at the hem of your skirt. 

‘Amusing’, he thinks. “Lieutenant Pav, at your service. Remember that name well.” 

He was alluring; a loud distraction to the horrors of Prehevil, well until he opened his mouth to threaten you. 

It isn’t until the second day of the festival at the town’s shopping district, where you meet him again. Both of you are more roughened up since the last meeting–you had lost Abella, and had encountered Karin who spat at the ground when hearing you mention Pav. He, on the other hand, had a few smaller and fresher cuts, with the occasional bandage here and there. 

“Truly miraculous that we see each other again isn’t it doll? I honestly thought you’d have been long dead by now.” 

You finally decide to say your first words to him; “And I thought you’d have found the Kaiser by now, colour us both surprised.” 

The safety flicks off his gun, a shot rings out but it never reaches you. 

“Now how do you know about that?” he snarls. 

Wild and erratic laughter fills the streets.

Pav grabs hold of you and pulls you both into what looks like a speakeasy, gun pointed at the foggy surroundings until the doors close and lock. 

He flings you into a sofa, and he takes a gander at the drinks at the bar, picking out a scotch and pouring himself a glass, making himself at home. He reloads his gun. 

“Answer my question, or I'll put a bullet in your head.” 

You try to keep still and emotionless, putting your fear into gripping the armrests of your seat. “The beggar. For a shilling she told me of a green soldier headed for a goal with the Kaiser– didn’t know she was telling the truth till you pulled the gun out fucker.” 

“Foul mouthed wench, you’re lucky you interest me.” 

“Thank you for your mercy.” You spit back. 

He chuckles then takes another swig of scotch, leaning closer and closer to you. 

“You’re familiar to me…I never forget a face, but I’m having trouble with yours.” he says, grabbing at your chin and inspecting. 

Then it clicks in his head. 

A prostitute from his time in Rondon. A soldier had made an unsavoury advance and he had shot the fuckers hand off. 

What a small world. 

“Far from home aren’t we?” he smiles, but you say nothing in return. 

Another swig, “I want to kill the Kaiser.” 

“And how on earth do you plan to do that?” you prod. 

“Sheer will and determination doll. If I kill him, I’ll avenge my family. If I don’t, I join them. Either option is fine, but if the chance to kill that thing is there…well I’ll sure as hell take it,” Another swig, “and what might you be doing here in Prehevil?” 

Your hands clasp together in your lap, and the candles waver slightly.

“Running away.” 

“No one bought you out yet? Shockingly cruel of them.” 

“But it’s exactly that! I am still a thing you can buy!” you scream, rising from your seat and heaving slightly. 

Another swig. “Well can I not pay for your company then?” His hands brushing against yours. 

“If you don’t pay, then I get to do whatever the hell I want.” 

-

Underneath the tiles of the speakeasy were the heavy breathing and hurried kisses between you and him. He kissed with such fervour; like you were a lifeline he had to hold onto, while his hands travelled to unbutton your shirt and grip at your sides. Your hands did the same, feeling up and down the grooves of his chest and abs, teasing at the building bulge in his pants. 

“Will you…hah…put less effort in… if I don’t pay you?”

You silence him with another passionate kiss. “Mmm…Whatever the hell I want…hah… remember?

Finally unbuckling his belt and tossing it aside, your fingers deftly move up and down the thick vein on his shaft–teasing, which makes him let out a moan against your neck, “S-so fucking good."

Your hand begins to fasten its pace against his whole cock now, all while the two of you continue to feel up against each other. 

“S-shit s-stop…please…” he groans, pushing away your hand. 

“W-what’s wrong? Am I not doing good?” 

“No! Gods no…but if you kept at it I definitely would’ve cum. The only place I wanna do that is on this though…” softly running his fingers across your navel. 

“Then do it.” you challenge. 

He wastes no time in spreading you wide– “fuck, already so wet for me…so perfect…”, pushing his long and thick fingers into your pussy, prodding at indescribable pleasure. 

He takes his fingers out which make you whine, however they are replaced with a sharp thrust of his hips, pressed impossibly deep into your own. 

“So fucking tight…beautiful…so good for me.” he groans, setting an animalistic pace, as though he were marking you. His touches were rough and harsh, but it was passionate and feisty which made you reach your climax faster and faster. 

“P-pav…I’m gonna cum…!” 

“F-fuck baby, do it…do it on my cock please…” 

After that, you release with a loud moan, back arching off of the bed. He follows suit, pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

He holds you close, and lays by your side, playing with your hair. 

For now, you and Pav can pretend like the world only exists within the confines of PRVHL Bop, and that everything you two needed was the space shared between the two of you. There was no Kaiser and there was no Termina.

-

First fear and hunger fic! love pav sexy sexy man.

[lefarte]

Uhhmmmm O'saa and Marcoh size kink please? If you cant do both of them, just O'saa is enough. I love you writing💙💙💙

Sure! This one is only Osaa but I got another request very similar for marcoh, so I decided to do them individually.

I wrote this with an afab reader I’m so sorry if that’s not what you wanted 💔💔

18+ ONLY!!! Please don’t read if you’re under 18 ☹️

O’saa

Your fingers were interlaced together, beginning to sweat already. His other hand held your hip steady. O’saa pressed his tip against your entrance, gently rubbing his precum into you.

“You’re a bit inexperienced,” He tilted his head. “I see.”

He pressed a little deeper, making a low grunt as his head slipped in. You could feel his warm chest pressed up against yours. Could feel the heat radiating up from your thighs as your body tried to hold out from under him. You squirmed and bucked against him, the wait becoming nearly unbearable.

“Tsk,” He clicked his tongue. “No need to rush.”

He leaned down to kiss you. His lips pressed against yours firmly. The heavy scent of sandalwood and incense overtook you. He held you close in an embrace while you to tried to rut against him as much as you could take with your little hips.

He released his lips from yours. “You must need a little help.”

“It won’t fit.” You panted.

“It will.” He held your hand. “Slowly, now… I can teach you, but you must listen carefully…”

Osaa watched in fascination as your smaller frame bent to his shape, your lips parting and your chest rising and falling quickly. He levered your hips down further, stretching yourself more and more to the halfway point. He groaned.

“You’re… very tight…” he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. “Relax… I won’t hurt you… you can relax…”

The pressure bearing down on your walls was so heavy that your body nearly trembled from the first thrust. You could hardly process your own moans and squeals from the deep overstimulation.

“See, it’s as I told you.” He slowly pressed you into him, watching with amusement as you squirmed. “If you had just listened in the first place…”

Your hips twitched on their own. “Keep going… faster… I need it faster…”

He rolled his eyes. “Did I not tell you to relax? You are too tight.”

Seeing you wriggling and fucking yourself on him, he huffed in amusement, taking a little pity on you. He propped your legs up over his shoulders, pressed his cock in to get a firm grip, and thrusted. You cried out, pleasure hitting you in shockwaves. Every thrust made a wet sound.

“Not yet,” He grunted.

He slammed hard into you. You felt like your body was splitting in half from the size of it, pressing as deep as physically possible. He was balls deep inside of you. You were sure that if you looked down, you could see it bulging from the outside of you. You couldn’t even process what you were doing with your body anymore, it was all animal instinct. Squirming and clawing the sheets and gripping at whatever you could find stability on. You might have been drooling.

“I can’t take it,” You gasped. “I’m gonna -“

You nearly choked as your back arched, your moans getting louder without meaning to.

Just as heat overtook your face, you felt a sudden emptiness. A lack of fullness, leaving you stretched and sensitive.

Dazed, you tried to pull him back.

“Ah, you’re not getting it…” O’saa hummed. “I said not yet…”

He spread your lips to admire the inside of you. You needily tried to hump his hand, but he moved away deftly. Only barely touching it to tease you.

“I guess we’ll have to start over, from the beginning.” He put a finger inside, playing with you. “This time, try to do as you’re told. I intend to take my time.”

[jet-set-go-go]

LOOKING FOR BETA READERS FOR A FEAR AND HUNGER ENKIVALDR FIC!!!!! More info below cut

Ok so, i’m writing a smutty stupid enkivaldr fic, i’m making them both as weird and odd as possible. The basic plot goes as follows:

Ragnvaldr has devoured a dark priest, leading to the possible loss of a few soul stones and talismans. Enki, of course, absolutely blows up and screams at him in typical Enki fashion. He calls him a stupid Oldergårdian, and that makes Ragnvaldr snap and try to beat the shit out of him.

The crow mauler (or maybe another enemy, i’ll figure it out then) gets to them because of all the noise, and they’re forced to barricade themselves in a random room. They fight more, at some point Ragnvaldr bites Enki and the pathetic little stick man whines, and stabs him. This goes on for a bit and oh shit they’re making out, blood licking stabbing blah blah blah. First its really messy and angry, but the only reason Enki cums is because Ragnavaldr says some cornball shit like “you look so beautiful like this” like he wasnt cursing his bloodline five minutes ago. Fic ends with them agreeing to never speak of this again.

So far i’m almost at 1k words, but thats barely the start of the fic. If interested please reblog or comment! I’ll send you the link to the doc

[mara-xx217]

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I write for different fandoms and mediums, including film, video games, TV series and my own original content!

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[gwaruuu]

hi tumblerians happy late new years, i hope yall had a great 2024- and if not, 2025 will be better :P i will try and get back to making layouts for profiles.. do ya'll got any suggestions like from fandoms, games, animes, idgaf ill rlly do anything as long as it's respectful and not some cancelled ass fandom.. please write ideas.. will be tons of help ty

[ittorule34]

i also want muffins

I’ll drop some in your enclosure tomorrow

[arlekinos-ink]

MASTERLIST

Those with a ♥️ next to them are NSFW!!

SANS

None yet!

LINK

Link with a neurodivergent!reader (HCs)

V

V and petnames (HCs)

V x fem!masked vigilante!reader

SAL

None yet!

SLASHERS

None yet!

FUNGER

None yet!

VIKTOR

None yet!

JAYCE

None yet!

EMCEE

None yet!

[bittersyllabub]

Hi , I’m bitter!

And I wrote a Levi x Marina Fic .

Come and flame me for it if you think it’s in poor taste . ;)

(hahhah, I kid. Have a wonderful day folks)

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/47233504"><strong>It's been a long day, witchcraft is the answer.</strong></a> (13479 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/Bittersyllabub"><strong>Bittersyllabub</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Fear%20*a*%20Hunger%20(Video%20Games)">Fear &amp; Hunger (Video Games)</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Fear%20*a*%20Hunger%202:%20Termina%20(Video%20Game)">Fear &amp; Hunger 2: Termina (Video Game)</a><br />Rating: Explicit<br />Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence<br />Relationships: Levi | Ex-Soldier/Marina | Occultist<br />Characters: Levi | Ex-Soldier, Marina | Occultist<br />Additional Tags: Blood, cum, knife, Masturbation, Trauma, Cute feelings, no beta we ride or die, i should sleep, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping<br />Summary: <p>It's been a long day, witchcraft is the answer.<br />OR<br />me obsessing and writing up one of the scenarios in which Levi gets a buff from Marina's engraving skill after reminiscing what terrible day its been.</p><p>this fic started out a lot of different ways, so i feel it meanders I parts, hmmm I guess the second half is where it picks up.<br />the second half towards the end has the smut :)</p><p>Please feel free to submit tags I should tag or edit.</p><p> </p><p>Enjoy~ ohohohohoh</p>

[dadsbongos]

Can you do some NSFW headcannos of Daan from Fear & Hunger – Termina? I really liked that chapter you wrote about him.

very general nsfw headcanons because i attacked his psyche instead of his dick. will probably return and add more when i get horned knee :)

gender neutralized reader implied below ~~~

i feel like daan is not someone very easy to crack open but once you’ve got his heart you don’t have to work too hard for his boner because he trusts and loves you

just be patient with the fella, he’s been through a lot and if he’s at the point where he feels comfortable exploring intimacy the last thing he needs is to feel any pressure

after you’ve gotten comfortable with each other, he wants sex between you two to be fun and relaxing above all, nothing heavy or overbearing in its romanticism just because then it can feel a little too prepared or orchestrated

not that he DOESN’T like being romantic, he just mostly wants sex to be you know fun and carefree

i can see daan flipping between pillow prince supreme and red-faced giver soaked in cum

it depends on the alignment of the stars and which phase of the moon you’re in though, he doesn’t have a distinct pattern 

though because funger can NEVER be totally happy i will say: he probably views sex as somewhat transactional, no matter how hard he tries to correct himself. it isn’t even a situation where he’s like “hey i gave you oral, now you need to do this for me” he only views it as a transaction when it comes to himself

he feels very guilty after his pillow prince moments like he’s somehow taking advantage of your love for him, so please please reassure this poor man omg

ok back to fun fuckin nasty:

big mumbler, his mouth cannot stop running when he’s getting his dick wet, he sounds so winded and astonished that you’re even here

he is very easy to fluster as well, you smile up at him while sucking him off and his whole face goes red

has a complicated relationship with his glasses when it comes to sex because they can slip when things get hot n sweaty but he also wants to SEE you in full hd4k

by nature he is not a domineering partner and feels much easier letting you tell him what to do, where to put himself, what you want him to do, etc. he’d have to be pretty riled up to take full control

he just gets kinda… negatively jittery when the idea of doing something you don’t like, like so jittery he isn’t even horny anymore (which runs back to the pillow prince/giver coin flip - if he isn’t in a set mood, he can be whatever you want)

i feel like daan isn’t PACKING packing but he’s like. Yeah! Decent! Definitely feels nice and he’s very focused on giving you the best experience

diligent and flexible fingers <3 lithe and long <3 wormy wet tongue <3

yeah whatever i want him let me live

[lefarte]

para cusando mis headcannons de pocketcat??🤭

hi so I saw you and I’m back and I wrote you a fic 😈

Also please heed the warnings on this one guys, its pocketcat so…. he’s like that

WARNINGS: stalking, pocketcat straight up jerking it but it’s not really smut he just does that*, he also licks you so keep that in mind

*No minors please regardless!

From your days in childhood, you remembered stories of him.

There were several retelling of the story; all with the same vague ideas. The pocketcat was about 7 feet tall, in some variations up to 10. He wore a smiling mask, sometimes of wood, sometimes of rubber. Everyone had a friend-of-a-friend who met him, supposedly, but nobody meets him themselves. People who do meet him don’t come back to talk about it.

They didn’t scare you at all. As a child, you used to feel so invulnerable. Even if something frightened you like an odd shadow in the corner of your eye, or a twig snapping in the woods, you could run home and hide in your bed. It was nothing but a passing thought back then.

Now, you were bleeding out on the floor. Your body ached dully.

You heard the sounds of heels on the tile, approaching your head. They near, and then stop. Then, something strange overtook you. Dizziness. A foggy haze, perhaps caused by dehydration or hunger or pain… and then a deep, low rumbling purr ringing in your ears. You couldn’t hear anything else from any side, it felt as if it was coming from inside your own skull.

“Hello again, my friend.~”

The masked man leaned over you. Behind the purring, you heard a wet, rhythmic noise against your ear.

“You don’t know how much of a pleasure it is to see you here. And here I thought you’d stop by and greet me; but you walked right by me, quite rudely! But you know me, I am a worrier, so I had thought ‘wouldn’t it be my luck that some schmuck come by and get them first’, and then look what happened!”

He kneeled onto the floor, peering down at you. The closer he got, the more it felt that your head was filled with cotton, and the low grumble within your ears was making your body heavier and heavier.

He reached out with a gloved hand. His hand almost seemed to tremble with anticipation. You felt him grab your chin. His hands were cold. He held you for a long, quiet moment, before tilting your head to the right. He stroked your jaw with one finger, admiring the curves of your face. And then the other side.

“I’ve missed you dearly,” You felt him panting heavily against your face. “Very dearly. These days have been so long without you… unbearably so…”

You reached out to grab his hand, and move it off of your face. “I’ve never met you before in my life.”

Your body jolted as a deep pain seared through your side. You bit your lip hard to hush your voice.

“Oh, oh, don’t agitate your wounds, dear, you break my heart! What a cruel fate this is! To have finally found you, and yet be unable to help you…”

Completely ignoring you, his hand went to touch your hair, gently petting you as if you were a doll. He ran his fingers through each strand, admiring them in utter fascination.

“I said,” you scowled. “I don’t know you.”

He lovingly caressed your scalp, his purrs dulling your senses and easing the pain a bit.

His fingers softly trailed down your temple and behind your ears, pushing your hair out of your face. “You are so stubborn. That’s what I love about you, you little imp. I can see right through you, you know?”

You bit your tongue to try to preserve your energy. You could feel the blood pooling onto the tile under you and then getting cold and clinging to your shirt. You’re far beyond the point of running away now. You don’t think you could even crawl.

“How tempted I am…” He cocked his head right next to your ear and whispered. “To pick you up and drag you away…”

You froze as you felt something wet on your face. His tongue. He dragged his tongue across your cheek. It was icy cold.

He paused his stroking, as if in deep contemplation. He sounded disappointed. “And yet, my master forbids me.”

You suddenly released a breath you had been holding, erupting into violent coughs and sputters, every single one of which burned like fire. He shushed you and petted your hair affectionately.

“And yet, it’s no good at all for you to die like this… what am I to do? Tell me, what is an old cat like me to do? What a dire situation…”

His hand ran down to your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “I know it hurts, my dear~ I’m not allowed to fix you, no… but how would it sound if I, perhaps, accidentally ran my mouth to somebody who can? Say, if another contestant finds you, what happens here won’t be considered meddling at all~”

“You’re going to send someone to find me?” Your eyes widened hopefully.

“Don’t I deserve a bit of praise for that one? It was smart, wasn’t it? Good enough for you to…. Pet my head or something, and call me a good cat….”

“Just go!” You wheezed.

“A joke, of course, it was just a joke! You are such a tease, dear…”

He gracefully stood up, stretching on his legs like a real cat would up to a dizzyingly tall height. He grinned down at you one last time before shifting on his legs. Your breath lurched. You realized what the constant wet sound in your ear had been.

“Farewell for now, my darling~.”

You touched your ear. Thankfully, it was dry.

“Take care of yourself. Perhaps, if we’re lucky, my master will allow me to come for you after the festival. Ooh, isn’t that a nice thought…. If not, I’ll have to sate myself with just watching again~.”

[mara-xx217]

Ending H (Fear & Hunger) Ch. 9- Just a Little Comfort

You've only known them for a few hours, maybe less, but they are probably the most genuine person that you've ever met... You wouldn't mind sharing a moment of comfort with them... You certainly need it...

Warnings:  Strangers to Lovers, Porn w/o Plot, Nosramus is Polite, Potions as Lube, Fingering, Oral, Needy Sex

You shifted in place, slightly embarrassed from the proposition that was offered to you but not at all offended or turned off by it. The person that sat opposite of you, Nosramus, gave you a soft smile that warmed you to the core. You fiddled with your gloves as you cleared your throat, nervously breaking the intense eye contact that they have held with you since the moment the two of you first met only hours earlier in the abandoned mines. 

“I… hehehe…” You almost couldn’t believe it to be true. The silvered haired stranger giggled a little too, placing the back of their pale wrist to their lips. Nosramus’s long, thin fingers curled as they smiled again. 

“Perhaps I was a bit too direct with such a request? Forgive me, I have been alone for quite some time… It appears that my manners are little to be desired-” You shook your head with more vigor than you intended but it was already far too late to hide your eagerness. 

“N-No… No, that’s not true… I am… flattered.” You scooted a little closer to them. 

A part of you was greatly nervous. Genuinely, you didn’t believe this Nosramus to be ill intended. You couldn’t help but to stay a little guarded, both for survival's sake and so you wouldn’t utterly embarrass yourself in front of them. They shifted so that their sides were flushed against yours. Their body was somehow soft and boney, thin but not emaciated… though it was difficult to tell from underneath those thick robes.

“Hmm… I never thought myself adept with flattery…” Nosramus tilted their head down as they looked at you. Their long, white hair was soft and smelled clean, with a slight undertone herbal spice that tickled your nose. You bit the inside of your cheek as their clear, grey eyes wandered across the features of your face. 

“I believe I excel more with truth speaking. And you are lovely and someone I would rather enjoy sharing myself with.”

Oh. 

You were already charmed before, but now you were utterly smitten. Perhaps under more normal circumstances, things wouldn’t have progressed as they had. You wouldn’t have been so at ease, so willing and excited… But down here in this terrible place, you were in desperate need of relief and comfort… and if another person that showed you kindness in this place wanted that same kind of comfort and relief… Well, you wouldn’t mind sharing a moment of weakness with them. 

The kiss was a chaste one but one that was full of passionate need. Their lips were softer than you anticipated, far softer than your own chapped and scabbed ones, but it didn’t dissuade Nosramus in the slightest. A large but thin hand was placed onto your thigh as another gently slid its way over your temple and to the back of your head. The skin of their hands was rough from several lifetimes of work and calloused, but still dexterous and gentle. Nosramus pulls away from the kiss but kneads both the back of your head and your thigh as you contemplate on chasing their lips for another kiss.

Nosramus carefully untangles their fingers from the back of your head. You instantly missed the contact, but were satisfied when they placed a gentle peck to your partially parted lips. 

“I would like-” You cut them off with a kiss. Rather than be taken aback, Nosramus giggles softly and kisses you back, although briefly, before pulling away once more.

“-to grab something that would make things more pleasant for you.” Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you nod, somewhat surprised that they cared for such a thing but overall pleased that it seemed that you were justified in placing trust in this person that you hardly knew to fuck you with at least some dignity and grace. “How thoughtful…” You removed your gloves and tossed them aside as Nosramus reached for a vial that contained a sort of bluish-grey liquid. Oh, that- Your heart slammed against your ribcage. They would use something so expensive on you? Foreplay has hardly started and you already feel like you are about to explode. They smiled and laughed softly to themself. You felt your face and your loins heat up and you had to look away from them. 

It was like looking at some divine being, not laughing at you, not with you, but in genuine self joy and contentment…  

“Would you remove your clothing for me?” Nosramus’s hand was on your raised knee. Your legs were still slightly apart from when they were leaning on top of you. Can you really get naked in a place like this, in front of someone you hardly know? 

You were already removing the light armour that you wore and kicking off your shoes. Perhaps your eagerness was foolish and spoke ill of your character, but the alchemist said nothing and seemed pleased with your willingness to participate in this intimate activity. It was somewhat of a relief to be rid of your grime and gore soaked clothing. It was somewhat unnerving to be so vulnerable in front of another in this place, yet it was also arousing, too. Like willingly playing a dangerous game and enjoying the high of adrenaline and uncertainty that coursed through your veins… You never really thought much of yourself, but Nosramus enjoyed what they saw and it was evident on their face and in how their hands immediately began to wander your body. 

“You are lovely, indeed…” Their voice was soft but loud enough so you could hear them clearly as they leaned down to kiss you once more. Again, the kiss was fleeting, but you hardly minded as their lips left a trail from the corner of your mouth down to your neck. 

It was impossible not to cringe away from the contact. Nosramus instantly stopped, pulling away as they searched your face with furrowed brows. You quickly pulled them back down, muttering how you’ll tell them to stop if you didn’t like it. Satisfied with this answer, they leaned back down and placed their grey lips to your heated skin. 

You arched your back and sighed as the overwhelming sensation of fear and uncertainty swiftly morphed into tingling pleasure. Your whole body was sensitive, twitching and jerking as Nosramus’s fingers gently mapped your collarbone, your ribs, your sides, your hips… Their kisses shift further down to your heaving chest. You screw your eyes shut and bite back a moan as they take one of your nipples into their mouth. The warmth of their mouth and the softness of their tongue on your clammy skin was a pleasant contrast that made a throbbing heat pool between your thighs. 

“H-Hmm…~” 

The taste of blood hits your tongue as you rip open a scab on your lower lip. You allow Nosramus to part your legs further, blushing and ultimately covering your face with your forearms as they kiss their way down your abdomen. 

“I hope you can forgive me… I am rather… out of practice in this regard…” As if they need to apologize to you. You would have said as much if the sudden sensation of their wet lips and warm tongue against your sex hadn’t taken you completely off guard. 

“O-Ohh…!” 

For a brief moment, you felt guilty for bucking your hips into the alchemist’s face, but when they hummed softly and grabbed your hips, shouldering your legs over either of their shoulders as they enveloped you fully… S-Shit-! 

Shamefully, you reached climax rather quickly. It built up so suddenly…! You grabbed two handfuls of silver locks and pulled harder than you intended as you were cumming, but Nostramus only groaned softly into you as their tongue worked its wonders… They didn’t pull away when you finished, rather, they took the vial they grabbed earlier and popped it open, coating the fingers on one of their hands before swiftly lining it up with your entrance. 

“A-Ah-? O-Oh… s-shit…” 

It didn’t hurt at all. You were very aroused but your body was still incredibly wound up and unable to relax. You could feel how tight you were but there was absolutely no discomfort as Nosramus slowly thrusted their fingers into you. All the while, they still worked on you with their mouth, licking and sucking on you in just the right way, in all the right places, that another orgasm quickly rose inside of you and was pulled forth from the alchemist’s thin fingers.

Even as you were winded and still shaking from your climax, you knew that it wasn’t fair. You want to make Nosramus feel good too… It was hard to think clearly as they continued to rub that blue liquid all over your nethers, but you managed to grab both their wrist and the front of their robes. 

“I- I… I- I want-” You tug at their clothing once more. Nosramus, mostly obscured by their thick hair, smiled and nodded. 

“Oh, how selfish of me…” They chuckled to themself. 

The silvered haired alchemist pulls away from between your legs, a soft whimper escaping you as you were left empty and still wanting. You waited in anticipation as Nosramus pulled their robe over their head. They were particular in carefully folding the garment and placing it aside before turning back to you.

The candlelight was rather dim but it was as though they held a soft glow in this light. Or perhaps you’ve gone a bit mad… Even completely bare, you struggled to discern their gender. Their shoulders weren’t quite broad but they weren’t a soft slope either. Their chest was soft but not full. Their hips aren't wide yet not narrow… You struggled to take your eyes off of them as you raise to your elbows, toes curling and legs tensing in anticipation. They are so… beautiful… And handsome! You could take them now… But- No, no, you want to give what you have received. 

“H-Hey…” You started as Nosramus moved closer to you. They paused, looking at you as they tilted their head to the side. So much hair… You mindlessly grab a few locks of their hair and rub it between your fingers. 

“Would it be okay if I…” You lick your chapped lips as your eyes trailed down their body, settling on their lap and their partially hidden erection. The corners of Nosramus’s eyes crinkle in aroused amusement as they giggle. 

“Oh! I would love nothing more…” Their voice lowered to a purr as their eyes became hooded. They fluttered their long, white lashes as they traded places with you. 

Nosramus had no reservations about sharing their naked body with you. In a way, you envied how comfortable they were with stretching out before you, spreading their legs apart so that nothing was left to your imagination. And… Oh…? 

Something had caught your eye, but instead of jumping straight to it, you scooted your way between their legs and leaned down to give them a kiss. Your stomach fluttered pleasantly as Nosramus wrapped their delicate arms around your neck. You flicked your tongue out and hummed to yourself as the alchemist parted their lips, deepening the kiss while pressing their thighs against your hips. 

You slip one of your hands down their side, gently grabbing their skin and squeezing it as you make your way to their hips. Nosramus shudders softly as your thumb caresses the skin just above their pubic area. You break the kiss and nearly pause to make sure that they are okay, but swifty resume your movements as they sigh and spread their legs further apart so you have more access to their nethers. 

“Hmm… Your skin is so soft…” The alchemist chuckles breathlessly as you mouth at their neck. You slide your palm towards their erection, curiosity still burning hot in the back of your mind as you feel a soft mound slightly give way before the edge of your pinky finds their length. 

“Mmhmm…~”  Nosramus watches you shift down towards their lap, watching you keenly as your eyes widen slightly in realization. 

“Oh?” So you weren’t wrong then! This is… interesting. 

It gave you pause only because it was so… different to you. The alchemist’s cock was like any other you had seen: a bit on the lengthy side but average in girth, matching the paleness of the rest of their body only instead of being attached to a set of testicles underneath, the underneath base their shaft splits open, into what is very clearly a fairly ordinary looking vagina. Their lips were puffy and mostly closed, but you could see wetness shining in the dim light and in the midst of your fascination, you had grown silent. 

“Strange, isn’t it?” You blink, a knot forming in your stomach as you realize you’ve likely offended them. Nosramus’s tone is gentle and even and their face is as relaxed as it has been since the beginning of your little sexual adventure. Their fingers brush against yours and travel against a part of their length, all the way down to their puffy, pink lips. You almost shook your head, but you paused as they pulled one side of themself open, revealing more of themself to you. 

“A little…” You confess. It felt wrong to lie to the alchemist, especially now, given that you’re seeing a part of them that they likely haven’t shared with many others.

“It’s not unpleasant in any way though. It’s…” You reached out and brushed your fingers against Nosramus’s hand. It was pretty, in a way. It was…-

“Oh, you will make me blush…” Your heart jumps up to your throat as your bed companion’s hand gently pulls you closer to their sexes. Did… you say that outloud? You worried your sore lower lip as your finger traces the swell of their arousal. 

“Would you- Is it okay if I-” Your nethers begin to tingle as Nosramus breathlessly says ‘yes’. 

You had a mind to use the rest of the blue vial they had used on you. You didn’t need to make sure they were okay with it. Their hips shifted in anticipation as you coated your fingers. Excitement was getting the better of them but you liked the change in their demeanor. It was subtle, but their body couldn’t hide how much they craved your touch. As you traced their soft lips, their cock twitched and jumped. Nosramus gasped softly, then sighed, as you brushed your lips against their leaking tip. As you enveloped their head with your lips, you gently pressed your fingers into their warm entrance. 

“A-Ahh…~” 

Your fingers were sucked up to the hilt inside of them. The alchemist’s walls were soft and smooth, tight but willing to flow with the movement of your fingers. It proved to be a little difficult to sync both your mouth and your hand at once but Nosramus didn’t mind. They ran their hands over your arms and shoulders, cradling the back of your head as they tilted their own back with a moan rising to the back of their throat. 

“Oh… Y-Yes…”  

Like you, it didn’t take them long to reach their peak, but it satisfied you deeply to feel their walls clench around your digits and their length to throb and swell in your mouth. The taste of their semen wasn’t as bitter as you expected, nor was it as thick or sticky as anticipated. You swallowed it easily and dragged your lips down their length, sticking your tongue out and lapping at the thin skin that connected their still stiff cock to their wet cunt. 

Nosramus released a noise that went straight to your core. Something akin to a mewl that turned into a wail as they cummed again. They didn’t finish before you were pulled up by your hair and into a toothy kiss. 

You followed Nosramus as they pulled you into their lap. You didn’t hesitate to raise your hips, fumbling as you clumsily lined their cock up to your entrance. Fuck, you needed this…! The blue potion had relaxed your insides completely, allowing you to take the alchemist to the hilt in one smooth and complete motion. 

Ohhh shit-! You’ve never taken a cock like this before…! The skin of their cock was smooth and soft, gliding inside of you with ease. You would have thought yourself a slut in any other circumstance, but this time you were fucking relieved to feel only pleasure and the closeness of another warm body that held you securely in their lap as they rocked you rhythmically. 

You could actually forget about all the terrible things that you saw, even if it was just for a fleeting moment. Maybe you would end up dying in this shitty place, but for now you only had to focus on holding on tight to the alchemist that took pity on you and decided to share one last moment of comfort with you before you faced the dark of the dungeon of Fear & Hunger for the last time. 

Ending H- Just a Little Comfort

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Wedding Bells on the Dungeon Floor

Nsfw funger fic posting, remain respectful and don’t interact if you’re underage. Thank you.

(Repost)

Wedding Bells on the Dungeon Floor (Formerly known as D’arce’s Spear) is a fic I wrote based on a joke. It’s not a joke anymore. It’s a smut collection of oneshots surrounding marriage of the flesh.

Each chapter has its own pair and situation leading up to forming a marriage and it had been quite fun to write. Each chapter is around 1-2k words and all sex acts are fully consensual. Bit scuffed, bit of a fuck-or-die, but I tried to make each chapter fit with the characters involved and still remain hot and disgusting all rolled into one.

This fic and researching it has caused me to settle that I like men.

“ Their minds seemed to melt away like their bodies through the act.

Their affinity with the Sylvian has grown stronger. ”

[chuluoyi]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 (𝐔𝐍)𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋

- sylus x reader

master and servant. man and his right hand woman. you and sylus are labeled many things, but does love exist in many labels of your relationship?

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—angst, fluff, unrequited love, explicit smut, fwb, jealousy, hurt/comfort, description of major injury, blood loss, gore, assassin!reader (not l&ds mc), spoilers! takes place throughout long-awaited revelry

note: my very first love and deepspace fic! :') w.c 5.2k ! i have a severe brainrot omg

Everyone knows of your relationship with Sylus.

The leader of Onychinus and his notorious lady assassin, you two strike fear into his foes and allies alike. You are as deadly as you are beautiful, and that's more or less why he keeps you around.

What everyone doesn't know, however... is that behind closed doors, you too share his wealth and his bed.

“I don't mind to spend the whole night with you,” he’d whisper in your ear seductively at nights, deft and veiny hands roaming your body all over. He often made you ride on top of him, dark burgundy eyes hazed with lust, knowing full well that you desired the very same goal he did.

And you’d respond his hunger with the same fervor, crashing your lips into his, your tongues intertwining, your hips moving vigorously against him.

“Ahh... ah!” Before you knew it, his cock—thick and long in size—slid inside you in such a snug fit, making you throw your head back and dig your sharp nails into his skin.

“Keep me going with your voice, kitten.” Sylus growled, eyeing your wobbling lips and tightly-pressed eyes as he sank even deeper inside you. “Yeah, just like that...”

Sylus always began roughly, seemingly not minding your breathless moans and wishes, and you liked him that way too—

“Is this... all you've got?” you panted in a hoarse voice, sweat lining your neck and forehead, the coil in your belly tightened so deliciously each time he thrusted into you. “Surely... y-you can do better...”

“Ha,” he gave a low snort, his red eyes blazing as he grabbed your bum and squeezed it, making you gasp. “Careful what you wish for... sweetie.”

And then your vision literally tilted upside down—Sylus gladly flipped your position so he could see you even better. This way, he also had even better access to you, intertwining your hand with his, spreading your legs wide so he could rut into you.

“—!” Breath was knocked out of your lungs as immeasurable pleasure washed over you, crashing and receding in an instant. You almost screamed as your back arched.

He broke into a satisfied smirk. “Let it out,” he murmured against your neck, biting gently into your skin, voice muffled. “You never hold back with me, do you, hmm? So, don’t start now.”

“You b-bastard...” you looked up at him with a breathless smile, knowing how close you were to losing your wits.

He simply made your nights worth remember. His allure was undeniable, with a voice that was naturally sultry. And his hands... fuck, they did heaven's work.

It didn't take you long to finally reach your climax, and once you did, your moans were the nastiest all night as you continuously lined his back with scratches.

You could feel how he was chasing his own orgasm all the while, before pulling out right at the last minute and made a mess on your belly, falling beside you.

“Tired?” Sylus’ chest rumbled with laughter as you laid sprawled there in a haze. His eyes narrowed at the sight of your burning cheeks. “I really like this look on your face right now.”

You rolled your eyes, catching your breath and shivered. “I bet you tell that to all other women you manage to lure to your bed.”

“How presumptuous.” He sent you a sour scowl. “I have a high standard— you should consider yourself lucky.”

Well, you do. Holding back a smile, you changed the topic. “I’m cold. Clean me up already.”

“Now, now… what a spoiled little thing you are…” Sylus chuckled, his voice deep and low, yet wrapping his arms around you nonetheless, hoisting you up.

Nights of passion. Mutually beneficial relationship. Nothing more and less.

No strings attached.

This is thrilling. Intimacy without commitment is more than enough to spice your checkered life. After all, what could be better and more rewarding than fucking the hottest man in N109 Zone and getting away with it?

At least, you thought so.

. . .

“Damn, you’re going to make me sore…” you grumbled, letting out a deep sigh as you sank into the sheets after he had cleaned you up, still basking in the afterglow and ready to drift off to sleep. “Ahh...”

Sylus’ lips curved into a wry smile as he watched you make yourself comfortable on his bed, slipping on his black shirt. “Well, I’m just that good, and you did ask for it.”

“Are you going out?” you asked in a small voice, teetering between sleep and wakefulness as you noticed him taking out his favorite gun. “It’s midnight.”

“Luke and Kieran said she has arrived.” Sylus said in low voice, not even sparing you a look. “After all, she has gone through all that trouble to come here, it is only right that I greet her myself.”

The woman. Sylus had told you several times, how a woman with Aether Core and powerful Resonance Evol would eventually come to N109 Zone. And that when the time came, he would make her resonate with him.

A part of you didn’t really know what to feel about this vague plan of his. “Will you bring her here too?”

“I’ll have her stay here until we have reached resonance,” he responded casually while shrugging on his coat.

Sylus valued others depending on their worth. He said it so himself—he isn't a philanthropist. He saw potential in your evol—the Speech Manipulation—which is why he rescued you three years ago, even after you had swung a blade to his throat.

This time must be the same. You played with the edges of your hair. “Well, consider me jealous then. Seems like I’ll have a rival soon.”

Your quip finally caught his attention, as he finally turned to you, one side of his mouth upturned.

“Ha.” Sylus strolled over to where you lay on the bed and placed a hand under your chin, letting out a throaty chuckle. “Is there even anyone brave enough to go against you?”

You shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. “We shall see about that.”

Little did you know, the coming of this new girl would be the start of the undoing of your mutually beneficial relationship.

You would've expected the woman bearing Aether Core inside her to be way more interesting than that clueless, weak and easily spooked hunter from Linkon City.

But your and Sylus' definitions of interesting clearly differed though, as you caught him smiling after he pulled the most outrageous stunt on himself— having her shoot him right in the heart.

“She is funny,” he said to himself, almost snickering even as you wiped the blood off his toned body. “She was shaking so much the moment I pulled the trigger.”

“Is that your only finding—” you snapped as you wrapped the bandage around his bare chest, fuming. “—after shooting yourself just to mess with her?”

Luke and Kieran told you how he had used his Evol to pull the hunter girl onto his lap, then handed her a gun and made her shoot him. You couldn't believe it at first, until the sight of Sylus staggering to his bedroom, his shirt bloodied and clutching his chest made you almost scream in horror.

“Is that really necessary?” you scowled, tightening the bandage with more force than needed. “Or are you just trying to get her attention?”

Sylus’ sharp gaze settled on you then, seemingly not taking your comment well.

“What’s got you so worked up about this, hmm?” he asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he observed your cross expression. “Last I checked, we agreed not to get involved in each other’s personal affairs.”

Personal affairs, he said? Everything you two had done had long past breached all personal boundaries.

But the fact remains that you two are nothing more than—

“Fine.” You tied the bandage abruptly and about to storm off, making no effort to conceal your ire. You couldn’t say you were worried or that you hated seeing blood smeared across him. That was never in the agreement.

Until you felt a hard tug on your arm—

“And where does the angry kitty think she is going, hmm?”

Before you could discern it, your back was pressed against the wall—your left arm pinned beside your head, with Sylus filling your view.

His sculpted abs were right in front of you for the taking, his scent permeated the air, and his unsettling swirls of crimson eyes had you completely captivated.

“Have I ever told you that you look beautiful when you’re angry?” Sylus laughed as he leaned in, gripping your chin with his other hand. “If I didn’t know you were more than capable of slitting my throat in my sleep, I’d want you to look at me like this every day.”

It struck you how your heart raced wildly under his intense gaze. With his perfect face so close, the only sound that seemed to be most prominent was the pounding of your own heartbeat.

“What’s wrong? We’ve been closer than this,” Sylus taunted with a wide grin, his breath warm against your ear as he pressed his body against yours. “What’s making you so nervous?”

If you knew anything about Sylus, it was that he took pleasure in seeing you squirm in his hold. You glared daggers at him. “I hate you.”

“How lovely.”

“You’re infuriating,” you spat, devoid of any amusement.

He barked a satisfied bout of laugh once again, before releasing your chin. However, to your surprise, that very same hand groped your chest roughly—

“Then perhaps...” he hummed, a wicked glint in his red eyes, whispering to you with sultry voice right before he pulled you into him and devour your lips in heat: “You can help to fix me, sweetie.”

His kisses were hot as his tongue and hands made his mark on your body. Pressed against his bare skin, you gripped his strong, broad shoulders as he lifted your legs to his waist.

As always, he managed to dissolve all your lingering thoughts with lust. You just never knew one day you would finally reach the last straw though.

. . .

"Are you going out again tonight?" you muttered, tracing your fingers along his abs as you lay in his arms, still a bit giddy after your passionate session.

"No, I'm sleepy," he replied quickly, his voice low as he pulled you closer and closed his eyes. "Go to sleep already, kitten."

"I can't sleep."

"Poor you. I can though."

You quirked a frown at him. "You're so annoying these days."

"Oh?" Sylus cracked his eyes open, a smirk on his lips. "If you find me so disagreeable, you can always make me obey you, no?"

Your speech manipulation could make people do your bidding and it was a pretty useful talent. Apart from the first day you met Sylus three years ago in the wasteland of N109 Zone, you had never tried using it on him again.

"I won't, you idiot." You sighed and turned away, your back facing him. The idea of bending him to your will somehow didn't sit right with you. It was against your conscience now.

"Why are you facing away? It's freezing," he grumbled almost in a petulant voice. You nearly rolled your eyes, until you felt his strong arms wrap around your middle from behind.

"Why are you hugging me? We’re not usually this touchy after sex."

"I'm telling you, I'm cold, and you're my heat pillow."

"You're so damn insufferable..."

Despite your sharp retort, a smile found its way to your face. Moments like this were rare, and when he was the one seeking you, you couldn't help these butterflies in your stomach. Still...

You two are not in love, dammit. Sometimes it confused you a great deal. What is love anyway?

“Caw, caw, caw!”

“Mephisto, shush.”

Sylus’ robotic pet crow had surprisingly taken a liking to you shortly after you began living in the base. He obeyed your commands just as he did with his owner. The same couldn’t be said for Miss Hunter though, as Mephisto seemed to have a strong dislike for her.

You were idling at the living room with the crow when you realized how close it was to dawn.

“Luke, Kieran,” you called to the twins, who were bickering over a crate of oranges, frowning. “Where did Sylus go?”

Both stopped and looked at you, and Kieran blurted out, “Boss? Oh, he went out with Miss Hunter!”

You supposed you shouldn’t be surprised, but you were nonetheless. “And he still hasn’t come back?”

“Ah, yeah... but I think they just went on a short errand. He’s probably back or already on his way?” Luke mused, and you clicked your tongue.

It irritated you, it gnawed at you—how Sylus had been spending so much time with that hunter these days. He was trying to make her resonate with him, but still, the way you saw it, he was going through his playbook—

Just as he had done when he pursued you.

Calling her “kitten”, “sweetie”... everything he did with her seemed like a replay of the first year you spent in this place.

Deep down, perhaps you had hoped that, in some way, Sylus would see you as you saw him. Love might be out of reach in your bleak existences, but you at least wished he would consider you an irreplaceable presence.

You were petty, and you knew it.

“Mephisto,” you whispered to the cooing crow as it turned to you pliantly. “Go find and bother her, okay? Don’t let her out of your sight,” you added, letting the bird fly away on your command.

Deciding to rest in his room, you left the living room with a sense of exhaustion. You had stayed up for Sylus on a whim, as he had promised to share his plans for the upcoming auction soon. However, sleeping at dawn was giving you frequent headaches, and the habit was wearing on you.

You took a bath and then headed to his bedroom, and you would have never guessed what scene you'd walk into—

Sylus, in his bathrobe, and that girl… nestled against his chest on his bed. The very same bed where you two made out just the other night.

“Y/N?” Sylus looked at you over the girl’s shoulder, and you were frozen on the spot, feeling an indescribable rush of emotions washing over you.

In the next moment, the hunter girl scrambled away from him in panic, her face flushed with shame. “I-it’s not what it looks like! I swear! Sylus— I was just trying to find his brooch and—!”

In that instant, something inside you turned ice-cold. Her frantic explanations—none of it registered to you. The fact that he let her into his bed was enough for you.

You weren’t sure if Sylus noticed, but your eyes darkened, your fists clenched, and a storm raged within your chest.

“Sorry for intruding,” you said frostily, cutting her off and casting a contemptuous glance at both of them before turning on your heel and slamming the door shut.

It was no use, you finally realized. In this twisted relationship you two shared, there could never be anything more than hot sex and flirtations.

Somehow it hurt more deeply than you expected, as though your heart were being scorched. Yet, you couldn’t even find the tears to cry—as you weren't allowed to do so.

Sylus noticed the change in you immediately.

You vanished from the base and returned in the evening, not sparing him even a look and he could tell then that you had come back a different woman.

And it was the part he hated the most. These days, he couldn't read you at all.

"Luke and Kieran, keep an eye on her tonight," he instructed his two underlings as the two of them were getting ready.

"Who? Miss Hunter?" Luke questioned.

"Or the missus?" Kieran supplied.

Both of them liked you as well. Unlike him, you’d spend your free time indulging their nonsense, and over time, they even gave you that friendly moniker.

They didn't really know the nature of your physical relationship though. Or at least, didn't really know fully.

"The latter," Sylus gruffly replied, and then he went to the hunter girl to prepare her as well.

He had a justified explanation. If you had asked him, he would tell you nothing had happened. Your ire was better than silence, definitely a hundred times better than this.

But why didn't you come to him?

And why does he want you to come and demand him for an explanation?

However, tonight was the auction for the Aether Core. He had to finish this first before he could get a word with you later.

At least that was what Sylus had thought... until he saw you at the auction venue.

You were stunning in that black cocktail dress. He didn’t know when you had your hair done, but you looked as if you had spent the entire day preparing for this occasion despite having barely two hours after coming back. You were definitely a head-turner, drawing the attention of many vermin as you navigated the ballroom with grace and everlasting smile.

And it grated at him. Severely. Sylus's eyes were locked on each lowlife hell-bent on taking his life and desperate to get into your pants, knowing he would end them all tonight.

...and as if it wasn't enough, he then saw you entertaining one of them with that sort of smile you used to reserve for him.

. . .

"Mm-hm, really?"

"Yes, I've heard they are inside the safe number 209."

You coyly smirked, looking the man with mask in front of you, whom you had led to a deserted hallway, who had been complying and smiling at each and every question of yours.

"Thank you then." You flashed him your best smile, about to go back to the main hall.

"And uh, miss," he suddenly turned to you in a flurry. "I believe I haven't gotten your name—"

You chuckled, facing him again. "Oh, you want to know my name?"

"Very much so!"

This was like bread and butter to you. You effortlessly wrapped an arm around the man's neck, standing on your tiptoes, and whispered in his ear:

"Halt."

He went rigid the moment the command left your lips, and you could feel his panic rising as you pulled away.

"W-what happened—!?" he thrashed against the invisible hold manifested by your Evol in pure panic, to no avail, whereas you regarded at him with a cold smile.

"What a shame. I planned to let you be, but then you gave me the perfect opportunity." You maintained your eerie smile as you pulled out a thin, needle-like blade from the hem of your dress. "You have been a great help. Thank you."

With that, you slit his throat, and blood splattered onto the ground in a continuous pool as he jerked, collapsing like a broken statue.

You felt nothing at the sight, but you knew you weren't alone as you felt his presence.

"You started the party without me?" Sylus' deep voice resonated through the hall. "Didn't know you have that much of bloodlust this early, sweetie."

The clench of your heart was still there, even when you had decided to discard all your lingering feelings for this man. Still, you put on the perfect poker face when you met his eyes.

"I want this to be over and done with quick. I'm exhausted already."

Sylus eyed you calmly, yet somehow it felt as if the depths of those red eyes were trying to assess your soul. "Your actions said otherwise. Is flirting with him necessary?"

"You're one to talk, Boss," you scoffed at the last word. "As long as it entertains me, why isn't it?"

Sylus didn't deign you with an answer, and you decided to pour more oil into it.

"Strictly professional, no?" You lifted your chin defiantly. "Last I checked, we were not supposed to meddle in personal affairs—"

You didn't realize it until he did, because the next thing you knew, his right eye suddenly glowed with that terrifying shade of crimson. "You—!"

He has seen it all. In the three years since he took you in, Sylus had never used his Aether Core-infused right eye on you to peek into your mind. The first and only time it had happened was when he restrained you from attacking him on the day you first met.

This was the second time. And now, he knows. Of your petty feelings, of your deepest, truest desire.

At first, Sylus remained silent, but then his eyes narrowed at you, low voice booming through the hall.

"Jealousy is unbecoming on you, Y/N."

And after all that he knew, that was the only thing he could come up with?

You felt shame wash over you. You wanted to run from him. This was too much because he most definitely didn’t reciprocate your feelings, did he?

"I don't want to hear it," you resolved, the space around you felt constricting all of a sudden. You walked past him, about to break into a sprint—

Sylus immediately caught a hold of your arm though, sending a glare at you. "You—"

"It ends here," you blurted in heat. "I don't want it anymore. We're through, Sylus."

"Listen to me!"

He snarled at you, and it was the very first time he did so. However, you paid him no mind and pulled out your ace card, staring hard into his eyes. You could feel the start of his black and red mist, but your Evol was faster—

"Move."

His hold on you loosened, and he jerked back several foot away from the impact. You kept your manipulation on him, avoiding his fury-blazed eyes, bolting away before he could catch you.

. . .

The night escalated so much worse than you had imagined. Explosions and a sudden appearance of an Arbiterwings threw the whole auction into chaos.

You were fighting off the sudden wave of wanderers alone, relying solely on your blade since your voice was too hoarse to use your Evol. When one of them struck you and sent you crashing into a wall, you just sat there in a daze.

It was exhausting. Usually, Sylus would be by your side, covering your back at the very least. He wouldn't let a single scratch get to you. His black and red mist of doom would dominate the battlefield, offering you protection while at it.

You loved that bastard. It was so beyond stupid. Why did you have to ruin everything by having these feelings? If your heart was gone, would these feelings go with it too?

You got your answer sooner than you thought.

White-hot pain engulfed you when something impaled you right in the chest. The searing agony was mind-blinding, the only thing you could discern was your own wails.

No, the feelings didn’t go. Even as you teetered on the brink of death, that damned love only evolved into many regrets.

And in your final moments, you could've sworn you felt the exact moment your heart stopped beating.

"Oh my god! Luke! She is here!"

"Kieran...! Is she alive?!"

"So much blood—! Luke, call Boss! Call Boss here!"

"Boss! We found her!"

"What do we do?! Shit! It's right... in her heart..."

"What!? Boss! S-she is...! Oh lord..."

You had a dream, and it was of your first meeting with Sylus.

Three years ago, in the wasteland of N109 Zone, you were a mere scavenger until he found you. You had thought he was a threat much like others in this lawless city, so you unwittingly showcased your Evol before him in defense, until he pinned you down on the hard ground, crimson eyes holding you in place.

"I'm giving you two options: go with me and live, or die here in vain," he had told you then, a smug smile on his face. "I assure you, so long as you're still useful to me, you won't have to worry about food or roof above your head ever again."

What kind of homeless person would refuse that tempting offer?

Since you followed him, Sylus had never been untrue to his word. He made good of his words, idly engaged you in his circle, showered you with gifts, and at one point—

"You're... trying to tempt me, aren't you?" he growled amidst kisses, pinning you on his desk. Apparently, seeing you up close and personal every day in his home had worn down his patience. He was just a man, after all.

You wickedly giggled, even breathless, cradling both sides of his face and admiring those ruby eyes of his. "What if... I am?"

"Then consider me tempted, little kitten," he chuckled, his baritone voice casting a spell over you. "Remember though, curiosity can kill most cats."

Thus began your thrilling relationship, and you knew you would gladly stay with him just to have a taste of that heaven. And you knew too, he wouldn't cast you easily this way.

And of course, so long as you are useful to him, that is.

When you came to, you felt warm, and your position was so comfortable that you were almost lulled back to sleep.

At first, it didn't register to you where you were. The scene before you was so familiar, but you were so lethargic that you were late to recognize it.

"Awake?"

Sylus' bedroom. The realization dawned on you as that deep, low voice questioned you flatly. You jerked instinctively, looking up at him as he came into view, holding a glass of wine.

He was still the same. Even with you out of commission, he would still indulge himself with his wine. Somehow you couldn't really pinpoint what you should feel about it.

However, Sylus then did the thing you didn't expect him to. He went back to his pantry to get a glass of water, and then he came to your side to prop you up.

"Drink," he commanded, positioning the glass on your chapped lips. You complied and did so, feeling relief for your throat. Once you were finished, he gently laid you back on the bed and tucked you in, never once taking his eyes off you.

"How are you feeling?"

"Have been better," you quipped dryly. Then it dawned on you that he had never been this gentle with you before. He was showing care, which confirmed one theory you had about him: Sylus could be considerate when he chose to be.

The very fact that you ended back here didn't really faze you much, because in the end, you belonged to him out of all people. Just one thing that still didn't make sense in your mind: "What did you do?"

His burgundy eyes squared at you. "What?"

"There’s no way I could've survived that," you mumbled, trying to gauge his reaction. "You must’ve done something."

“Ha, when it comes to these things, you’re sharp,” Sylus said with a light scoff, and you frowned.

"Answer me."

"Aether Core," he supplied. "It was now in you, repairing your coronary system."

"You..." you were rendered speechless. "You—what? You infused my heart with a Protocore...?"

Just like the one in his eye, he had implanted you with that dangerous fragment that was from something as horrific as a Wanderer. The very thought made your breath hitch.

"Stay calm," he commanded, his hand found yours when he noticed your horrified expression, squeezing it as if to provide some sort of reassurance. "You'll be fine."

"H-how... why..."

"That was your only chance, or you would’ve been dead." Sylus' tone was harsher now, his jaw set firmly. "I keep telling you not to rush in carelessly, and yet you did. Did you even know how bad your state was when I found you? No, you didn't."

The way he spoke made you feel as though you were being blamed, and overwhelmed with your frustration, you retorted sharply, "No one asked you to save me."

Awkward silence lingered for a good one minute after your jab. You turned away from him, feeling conflicted, because you knew you should be grateful that he did so, because it meant the Aether Core inside you now was the one he had been looking for in that auction.

He gave it up to save you.

Still, it confused you.

“If I died...” you began, bitterness creeping into your voice. “Then it just means I’m no longer useful to you. You always discard things that no longer serve your purpose.”

You turned back to him, meeting his impassive gaze. “So why? Did you pity me after discovering my feelings? Is that why?”

There are many labels in your relationship. Master and servant. Onychinus leader and his right-hand woman. But you were also his lover, even unsaid. Was that fact that did it? Or a mere charity for the weak, you?

Suddenly, Sylus placed his palm over your chest, right where your heartbeat pulsed. You stiffened, bracing for some sort of impact.

But no, it wasn’t anything sensual like he usually did. His hand—large and warm—was a comforting presence, resting on your chest and feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat.

"Haven't I told you that I never act out of pity?" Sylus' voice was strained but softer than usual, his deep burgundy eyes holding yours. "Do you really need me to spell it out?"

You didn't dare to look away, for the moment of truth was right in front of you.

"My only regret is not being able to pull you back," he said quietly, his tone somber. "I shouldn't have let you get hurt."

Oh. You blinked, taking in his sincere words, something inside you softening and warming at his words.

You had noticed it too. Despite his roguish exterior, he had always looked after you during your time together. It was just that you hadn’t dared to hope for more.

“The naughty little kitten has managed to worm her way into me, it seems,” he chuckled then, flashing you that cocky smile. “So now, she has to be held responsible for her actions.”

His red gaze narrowed as he added. “Moreover, since I have saved your life— you owe it to me not to throw it away so easily. So you can’t rush into danger carelessly again, you hear?”

Those playful remarks were enough to dispel your doubts and insecurities. They answered everything you had been questioning, and knowing it, finally you let out a relieved sigh and exasperated snort. “You shameless bastard...”

And when he leaned in to place a fleeting, innocent kiss on your forehead, you realized that, in his own way, he saw you just as you saw him, even if only a little.

Sylus settled into the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and letting your head rest on his arm. Tonight, there were no passionate kisses, no steamy foreplay, or dirty talks— just you being alive and well in his embrace.

“How long have I been out?”

“Three weeks, woman. Luke and Kieran keep mourning you everyday.”

“Three weeks?! How did you manage without me for that long?”

Sylus glanced at you, a contented smile on his face as he held you close. “It’s been horrid.”

Neither of you would be caught dead saying “I love you”, and yet, regardless, you knew that right this moment meant so much more.

[zehrbear]

Bones and All

pairing : Dragon!Sylus x fem!Reader

cw: smut, monsterfucking, predator-prey, blood, double P in V, being restrained with his tail, reader has tits and a vagina, sylus wants to eat you :3

Sylus is obsessed with how soft you are.

He’s enthralled by the curve of your hips, the way you yield beneath his claws that leave hollow indents behind on your flesh with every squeeze. You’re his favorite possession, his greatest indulgence to hoard.

The reminder strikes him as he watches you lounging atop the velvet settee, oblivious and serene, against a backdrop of gold and glittering that gleam in the dim light of the cave. His reptilian gaze lingers, drinking in the way your body bends and twists, the natural grace of you as you stretch when you think no one is watching. The lazy roll of your spine, the shifting of your thighs, it all leaves his claws twitching with the need to claim you. He pictures your body beneath him, all pliant and willing, as he maps each curve. He imagines mouthing at your jaw, his lips grazing down your neck to drink in the scent of you.

You’re always so sweet. So soft. So warm.

So fresh.

The thought teeters on the edge of something darker. A place where the line between desire and hunger blurs into a bloody haze as he grapples with his conflicting feelings. As he finds himself unable to discern between his mate and his feed for the night. 

Your head snaps to the side when you hear the sudden shifting of gold, the sliding of coins that lay scattered across the ground against one another, as they do when pushed by something heavy. 

“Sylus?” Your voice is higher than you intended, raw with unease. 

There’s no response. His name echoes back at you, hollow and mocking before the sound suddenly stops. You turn sharply, pulse roaring in your ears, only to meet with nothing.

It doesn’t feel right. Every instinct screams at you to run, but your legs feel like they're in quicksand; lethargic, heavy, unable to move. It feels like you’re sinking into the gold beneath you shifting right below your feet. Your breaths come shallow, rapid, each one colder than the last as you look around for the source of your panic. That is, until your gaze lands on two scarlet eyes, wide and predatory, gazing right at you from the shadows before it disappears once more. 

He’s stalking you.

Coins spill and clatter, tumbling in a slow cascade down mountainous piles on either side of the cave’s walls. You spin again, your movements frantic, and it’s as if the shadows are alive - seeping into every crevice, pooling at the edges of your vision.

You feel him circling you. You swear you can when a brush of heat grazes against your arm, making you jolt upright. Your head jerking to the side to catch a glimpse of him, but once more, you’re met with nothing but the ghost of a touch and the roaring of your blood in your ears.

“S-Sylus?” you whisper this time, a breathless sound barely audible, and in that moment you don’t know if you’re calling for him to reveal himself or begging him to stay hidden.

A growl rolls out of the dark, low and resonant, reverberating through the cave and into your very bones. And in that moment, every part of you screams prey. The frantic thrum of your pulse, the quivers of your body, the way your breath comes shallow and quick betraying the fear you can’t possibly hide.

It’s intoxicating to him.

The world blurs as something crashes into you, an overwhelming force that knocks the breath from your lungs. The gold shifts violently beneath you as you’re thrown back, coins scattering and clattering in a deafening storm. Your body hits the ground hard, sharp edges biting into your skin. You gasp, chest heaving as panic flows through your every vein. 

Before you can even process it, he’s on you.

Sylus looms above you, all dark scales and burning lust, his massive form blocking out the light with a presence that eclipses everything else. A claw makes its way to your face, tilting it upwards and baring your neck to him as the other holds you down by the shoulder, pinning you down easily. You twist and squirm trying to break free, but it’s futile as his scorpion-like tail wraps around your middle, sinuous and heavy, and locks you in place.

His chest heaves, his breath hot and heavy against your skin as he lowers his face to yours. His eyes are blown wide, the red of his irises swallowed by darkness, fixed on you with a singular, unrelenting focus. He’s panting, his jaw unhinging just enough for his fangs to glint in the dim light as the slick heat of drool drips onto your skin.

You’re so small beneath him, fragile in ways that ignite something primal within his system. His jaws part as he leans closer, the sharp points of his fangs grazing your neck, teasing the delicate skin stretched thin over the artery thrumming wildly beneath. The sound of your racing heartbeat filling his ears and stirring up a hunger so deep it makes his chest ache.

The conflict burns in him, a raging fire that twists his hunger into something far more dangerous, a carnal need to consume you. Your soul. Your flesh. Your very bones. His tail curls tighter around your middle, possessive and unyielding, locking you in place like a predator fearing his prize might escape. You’re so soft, so flush with life, and it would be so easy to take that all away. To have you fill his mouth another way. To hear your cries warp into screams and see your wide eyes filled with terror.

His hips shift, pressing his arousal against you, the ridges of his twin cocks sliding along your trembling core. The slick heat of his pre smears against your skin, marking you in ways that send a shiver through him as his claws flex again, almost breaking skin this time.

It’s like your every nerve is alight; sparks flurrying throughout your body in flashes of electricity as you feel the weight of him pressing against you. Your cunt tightens as he moves closer, as he prods against your entrance, stretching you out with just the tip of him as your walls flutter around him and you grow lightheaded with fear, or is it anticipation?

Could this heady feeling a mix of both?

“You’re afraid.” He growls low, satisfied with the way you gasp and arch beneath him as if your body is betraying you.

The sound of his voice curls in your ear, cutting through the fuzz as his teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck. Sharp points puncture the delicate skin, wrenching a cry from your lips as ruby beads spill and trickle down your throat in a warm, sticky stream. You tremble, caught in a storm of sensation- each spark, each bite of pain, tangled with a pleasure you can’t understand. One that thickens as he shifts his weight, as his hips roll against you with deliberate pressure and the burn of him stretching you open wrenches a choked cry from your lips. He shudders at the sound, growl deepening as his hunger sharpens and it takes everything in him not to give in, to tear you apart and savour the feel of your flesh between his teeth, your blood , metallic and warm in his mouth.

Soft, so soft, and so sweet.

Will she feel this warm when she’s no longer moving? 

As he sinks into your heat, stretching deliciously around both cocks despite the fear in your eyes and the tremors wracking through your body… as he feels the slick coating your inner thighs and your clit pulsing below the tip of his tail, he realizes the truth of it. 

This hunger of his will never go away, will always linger just beneath the surface where it threatens to break and envelop him completely. But this unbearable need to make you his over and over again, is stronger.

Though it’s too much, too overwhelming - your body still clings to him, greedily taking more as though you were made for this, for him. It’s a feeling that coils around you, binding and inescapable. Like a tail wrapped around your middle, tethering you together while he feasts on you.

The pull of something neither of you can suppress.

@awwitschuu <3

[sinfulcries]

I WANNA FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL! / GOJO SATORU

AUTHORS NOTE: wow dylan’s writing again after a million years 🤓 i could not miss out on halloween so what better way to celebrate than to destroy gojo’s ass? i miss you guys lots and i miss getting all creative nd being able to write again after dealing with so many stressful things irl <\3 this is pretty tame compared to my previous smuts and this is like also a month old so my apologies 🙂‍↕️

CONTENT WARNINGS! knife play, overstimulation, pet names (doll, sweetheart,) slasher reader x victim gojo, implied marathon sex

"That's it, baby, spread those pretty legs f'me." A dark chuckle escaped your lips as the rough tips of your fingers roamed the smooth expanse of Satoru's legs, opening them wide enough to reveal his leaking cock lying hard and useless on his flat stomach. Satoru could only muster a whine in response, trying to pull you in deeper whilst your thick cock nudged teasingly against his puckering hole. "Please," He whimpered prettily, his pale cheeks flushing red with arousal and hunger.

The white haired man didn't need to see your face to know that you were grinning down at him sadistically underneath the ghostface mask you were wearing, and it only made his cock twitch with need as you pinned him down onto the plush mattress— rendering him utterly helpless against you. "I'm about to kill you and yet here you are begging for my cock." You laughed amusedly at the absurdity of the situation, making the poor man pout. "S'not fair you're so big that I wanna feel you in my guts."

Okay, Maybe you'd keep him as your slut instead with how desperate he was. Slender legs wrapping around your waist coaxing you to just fuck and claim him already.

"You're playing a dangerous game here, sweetheart." You growled through the cheap plastic of your mask, reaching down to push your thick fingers between Satoru's lips, his tongue instantly swirling around the thick digits getting them nice and wet as his gaze never left yours.

God, He was a filthy little thing, and you couldn't help but notice the way his hole clenched around nothing every time your free hand trailed the knife's blade teasingly against his inner thigh. Satoru pulled away from your fingers with a wet pop, glaring up at you through thick eyelashes. "Just put it in already." He growled impatiently, and you only responded by pressing the blade harder against his skin, the tip of the knife threatening to dig into his flesh.

Satoru only gulped in response at the action, a shiver running up his spine feeling the cold metal of your knife kissing his thigh. "Okay, okay— calm down." He tried to laugh off his insistent whining with a practiced grin however, you could see the lingering traces of fear swirling in those blue eyes. "Just be patient, doll." You murmured raspily, spreading the lube you had used earlier to finger his sweet little hole open with your thick fingers around his twitching rim.

You couldn't help but notice the way Satoru threw his head back against the pillows, his bruised chest heaving as you rubbed his lubed entrance messily. He was so sensitive. So easy to break. And the thought of splitting him open on your fat cock made it jut against his thigh with aching need.

Wasting no more time, you aligned the fat head of your cock in front of his wet hole before thrusting in with one brutal snap of your hips. Satoru's eyes widened impossibly, his hands scrambling to grip the headboard as a high pitched scream ripped past his throat.

"Fuck—! S..So big—!" He mewled, moving his hips in sync with the way you jackhammered into him like a cheap fleshlight. Satoru wrapped his legs around your waist weakly, trying to anchor himself with the way your fat cock battered his prostate— And as his screams and the wet squelch of skin against skin filled the room, the white haired man could slowly feel his brain melting with searing hot pleasure.

"Take it." You growled possessively, continuing to rut into his ass like a beast in rut, angling your hips to reach deeper inside of his hole. "D'you like that, doll? You've been beggin' for this all night."

Satoru could only nod frantically in response, his brain too mushy to form any coherent words. You could see a white creamy ring of cum forming at the base of your cock, the sight only fuelling you to pound your willing little victim until he passed out, still impaled on your unrelenting length.

"'S too much..!" He squealed, arching his back as your cock drilled in harder, rearranging his insides until they were moulded to fit your big cock. "Can't take it—! 'M-M gonna die..!" With a loud cry, his body started convulsing in your hold, trying to squirm away from the brutal onslaught of your merciless thrusts.

"Don't chicken out on me now, doll." You warned lowly, now pressing the cold edge of your knife against his throat, each thrust driving the blade closer to his jugular. "We have a long night ahead of us."