#i have fangs (my canines grew in all fucked up)

[briseroyawritingsblog]

𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆

𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒙 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do it interact. just smut, seduction, blood sucking, biting, unprotected sex, little oral (m), praising, etc.

𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

divider by @anitalenia

“Are you going to stake me, hunter?” You breathed straddling his perfect hips. Your sharp nails travelling up and down his naked chest, he groaned under his breath closing his eyes. “Poor Anna.. without protection now because you are here with me..” you smiled, canines growing out as you inhaled his scent. Rubbing your dripping wet heat against his growing cock. His black slacks were loosed, he was sleeping when you snuck to his bed since the Valerian Castle was empty. Thundering outside, you had a perfect opportunity to take what you craved. “I will rip your heart out..” he breathed feeling your tongue on his nipples softly swirling around them. “You would be doing it now.. but you aren’t..” smiling provocatively you straddled his hips again hands on his toned stomach caressing his muscles there reaching near his happy trail. He nearly moaned. “I kill your kind, you’re nothing but all the same” you cooed at his words.

“Why aren’t you killing me now?” You bit your lower lip rolling your hips against his making him moan softly beneath you. He hated to admit that the moment he saw you, he wanted you. Licking your mouth you pulled him up to sit straight. He grunted letting you, licking your way into his mouth your mouths collided in hot kiss. Tongues touching sending needy sensations down your spine. You moaned seductively pulling on his slacks so the belt and buttons opened revealing his hard cock. You drooled at the sight of it “I make you feel this way..” whining your shimmied between his legs wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock sucking on it. His hand gripped your long locks guiding you on his length grunting gritting his teeth in pleasure. “It’s okay to admit.. admit it..” you pulled away with a pop giving him soft kitty licks. He trembled– you pushed him back down and climbed on top of him.

Pulling your black dress up on your waist hovering your naked dripping wet core over his cock slowly sinking down on him. He moaned out, you smiled mischievously “let them hear you sugar..” your hips slid back and forth gyrating your pussy over his thick veiny length. He filled you out so perfectly, touching your shoulders you sped up your movements fucking yourself on his cock looking at him as your fangs grew out even more. He gripped your waist pulling you closer breathing harshly swallowing. “Too bad I can’t carry your angel babies..” you whined tipping your head back your breasts nearly jumping out of your dress as he gripped one in his hand squeezing it. You growled with hunter taking you his thumb between your lips to suck on it. “I-I.. I don’t remember you” he moaned watching your pussy take all of his cock as you rode him.

“You don’t have to sugar.. my master does, he remembers you” moaning loudly you fastened your hips fucking him making him groan and grit his teeth chest heaving in deep breasts hands on your naked derrière squeezing the supple flesh. Tipping your head back your hands combed through his long silky brown hair pulling him closer but he flipped you over lifting your waist off the silky sheets pounding into you. You laughed seductively letting him use you. Curling your legs around his waist, your skins clapping echoed in the empty room. The cold breeze blowing out the candles settling the room in darkness you scratched down his manly back stopping above his pumping ass. “Ughhhh.. more more..” whining spurring him on, your sharp fangs sinking into his neck piercing his veins. He moaned loudly, slamming you down into the mattress fucking into you. You gulped on his blood, clinging to his body nails digging into his shoulder blades. Pulling away to breathe your moans only increased when you neared your orgasm soon he was yelling his orgasm against your neck, you came the same second drenching his mighty length in your essence squeezing him deeply in your core milking him. “Mmmm Mr Van Helsing..” you whimpered, he looked down at you gorgeous hair falling over his face his thumb carrying your lower lip. “You got me under some kind of a spell..” you nodded smiling as your canines grew out again. “Mmmm..”

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happy spooky season 🩸

[honoredalone]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 .ᐟ

only want to fix it with a kiss on the lips, but i think i might.. 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞.

resisting your boyfriend’s blood cravings is so incredibly difficult at times especially when he looks at you with those sweet puppy eyes.

“p-please.. need you now, dove..” satoru whined into your neck, breathing in your lush scent of honey and the sweet blood running through your veins. he could almost hear the blood that flooded through your body and it made his skin crawl in desperation. “jus’ a little taste.. c’mon dove, ‘m stravin’.” he’s almost like a whining puppy begging for attention and who can resist a sweet, little puppy? that’s how you ended up here, under him, mewling like a little temptress.

“f-fuck.. keep squeezin’ me like that. y’er driving me nuts.” he groaned, his hot breath warming the crook of your neck. he inhaled deeply, his ears picking up on your blood running faster and faster as he thrusts become more and more erratic. “my perfect girl. g’nna let me have a taste? you smell so sweet.” he nearly sobbed at the throb of your pretty cunny. to entice you he lovingly nudged the sensitive spot on your neck with his nose, his mouth was drooling and his sharp canine gently dragged across your flesh.

“j-just.. be gentle?” you mewled as his thrusts slowed when he heard your permission to finally sink his fangs into your veins. his cock twitching at the simple thought of tasting your blood. “a-ah! ‘toru, feels ‘s good.” you cried, his hands gripping your waist possessively as he sucks at your neck desperately, your delicious blood sliding down his throat. he can feel his heartbeat speed as your taste spreads through his body, boosting his energy, thrusts becoming more purposeful, harder, more intimate. his pale skin started to glow, his eyes grew darker and his cheeks stained a pretty pale pink.

“never tasted blood so sweet, dove. got me addicted to ‘ya princess. g’nna let me taste you whenever i need?” his fangs departed from your neck, leaving a gorgeous purple and maroon mark. “fuck ‘ya look so good covered in my marks, dove.” he moaned like a slut gazing down at your bruised neck. his then hard, assertive movements became loving and gentle.

“‘toru, baby.. ‘m gonna— gotta..” you tried to formulate a coherent sentence but your brain just wouldn’t work alongside your mouth. “please… baby—” you begged and you were certain that he knew what you meant he just needed to hear you say what he wanted to hear.

his member started to ache with release as well, he never liked coming before you. “what is it my love? use your words.” he teased though his voice wavered as he spoke due to the painful clench in his lower abdomen. his body weight is fully laid onto you, his face obviously, in your neck. his pubic bone rubbing your clit simultaneously with his slow, sweet thrusts making your mind run laps around your head.

“wanna— needa cum ‘toru.” you whimpered, you felt his toned abs brushing against the soft skin of your stomach. he always thought you looked so pretty like this, flushed, makeup messy and your pupils giant hearts when you looked at him. satoru goes dumb with your pussy, he rambles little words. his mind is basically on autopilot, saying everything and anything that comes to mind. “baby? will you.. come inside? please ‘toru, need it. need it so so so so bad.” you babbled like a babe who’s learning to speak.

his dick throbbed, twitched and became so sore that it was almost painful. “want my babies inside? aw, how can i say no when you ask so so nicely hm?” his voice dripping in need and his hips stuttering when he finally releases without warning. “you take me so well, my pretty dove. g’nna keep it all inside?”

“yes! yes, thank you! thank you ‘toru.” you gasped as his cock hammers against your cervix, hard, shooting his cum deep inside of your womb. he continues to plunge his member in and out of your tight muscle, pushing you to the edge of your orgasm.

“how’re you still so tight, huh? make a mess, dove.” he licked a stripe over the previous bite on your pretty neck. with the intoxicating squeeze of your cunt he feels you leak all over him, the mess spreading to his porcelain thighs. “ha.. so fucking good, y’er so fucking good to me. lemme clean you up.” his long, sharp canines flash in the dim candle lit room as his pulls out of you slowly, careful not to lose too much of the white cream from dripping out of your quivering hole. he kisses down your body, your lips, chest, waist, thighs, finally setting sight onto your dripping pussy.

he nips at your thigh, drawing the smallest amount of blood. you yelped cutely, covering your reddened face. you always got so embarrassed when he went down on you but he knew you loved it, so with his lips sucking dark hickeys on your inner thighs, sucking up all the succulent blood you produced he dove in nose deep into your soaking sex. licking, sucking, kissing and biting your perfect cunt, nudging your sensitive nerves with the tip of his nose making your hips jolt against his face, soaking his chin. it was so vulgar the way his spit and your juices dripped down his face onto the sheets below him. he always devoured you like he’d never eat again and it was always so incredible.

satoru would reassure you saying that his blood cravings will never overpower the need to just have you with him. even if you had no more blood to give, he’d find a way to survive without it but he didn’t think in his 1028 vampire years alive he would ever let a mere human control him the way you do. “can’t live without you, dove. taste so fuckin’ good.” your breath became caught in your throat when he pushes his long fingers into your weeping core, curling them into your sensitive spot. “cum for me dove, c’mon i can feel ‘ya squeezin’ me. know you wanna.” he gloated, he gorgeously smirked against your radiant skin.

satoru’s other hand pressed down on your womb, pushing your climax out of you. your back arched and you pressed your core onto his face, dripping your essence onto his tongue. he moaned at your taste, closing his eyes. his long lashes brushing his blushing cheeks, his strong arms wrapped around you when he rests his head onto your waist with a content sigh. “want me to rub your back? need anything? food? whatever you need, dove and it’s yours.” he always took care of you right after nearly destroying you.

“no ‘toru, just need you to stay with me.” you whispered, placing your hand in his snowy locks, pulling gently, rubbing his scalp. it felt so good he nearly got hard again but he knows his stamina outlasts yours by decades. “i love you ‘s much satoru.” you lovingly purred, nails scratching down his neck, his fingers held each side of your waist.

he breathed small ‘i love you’s’ over and over again, leaving open mouth kisses below your belly button. sure, satoru has had lovers, many of them actually but never in his entire vampire life had he felt like this and he swears he’ll never let you go.

you’re his once in a lifetime, his one and only, his love. he’d turn you into a vampire just so you could spend eternity together or he’d plunge himself in the heart when you did eventually pass, all he knows is that he couldn’t go on in life if you weren’t by his blood-sucking side.

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

Reasons I would make a good vampire:

Already pasty-white, no one would be able to tell I was corpse

My natural sleep schedule is like 3am till 12pm. Give or take an hour or two. So I could totally do the nocturnal thing.

Already feel the urge to bite people

I'm so good at getting blood stains out of things (from menstruating, not crime)

I would kill so many bad people. Like billionaires, and conservative politicians.

My canine teeth are already fucking fangs. That's just how they grew.

I'm already not very social. I could literally live in the same place without aging for like, 30 years before people caught on, just bc I so rarely leave the house.

I'd finally have the time to read all those books I've been meaning to. Which means I need to keep those public libraries funded, so I'm just going rob a bunch of my victims (already killed em, might as well loot em) and make donations in their name. So you know, I am providing a useful service to the community.

I'd use dating apps to meet up and drain every man who sent me unsolicited dick pics. Which means less of those guys in the world, and that makes the world a better place.

Already crazy, so no chance of 'going' mad after being turned.

I've been known to hiss at sunlight (light that's too bright makes my head hurt really bad. idk why)

I am so good at brooding. (bc all the mental illness)

[alolanrain]

🅱️lease more of the A/B/O headcanons, I am BEGGING you

and you shall receive, though I'm still on my old people shtick. I also focused a lot on the fangs this time around. slightly nsfw so I'm putting it under a read more.

Lt. Surge- oh fuck me, am I right?

\ is actually a Beta but EVERYONE assumes he's an Alpha. he's got the trade mark anger and cockiness of one but in reality he's just a veteran happy to whoop some kids ass's and get paid for it.

\ very big dad energy to his Gym Trainers and will get all growly if their hurt or sick. though they don't get sick as often as they get hurt by the electric types around the gym.

\ his instinct are stronger then the normal person's so he's totally bit a Pokémon back when he was younger and now his mouth is filled with electrical burns/wounds. if he sticks his tongue out it looks like an Ariados web of raised wounds. he's not a fan of crunching down on hard things and it sucks because he was an ice muncher, still is in his heart but now he has to actually suck on the cubs - it helps keeps his patience in check sometimes because his mouth would be full and he can't speak.

Koga - I hate you yet I also adore you, in a way

\ an Omega but acts like an Alpha but a lot of the older league members know because of the Slick Incident of 94.

\ prefers to be chased by possible bed partners instead of being the chaser, but there's a few people he'd chase for if given the chance.

\ really REALLY tiny fangs, even for an Omega and got made fun of it during childhood and early adult hood. so now he has these teeth cap things that make it seem his canines are longer.

Clair - hello, hello

\ Alpha but acts more like a Beta and even submissive like an Omega behind close doors. it's almost natural for her since she grew up in Lance's shadow and was expected to present as a Beta at most.

\ she prefers more dominate Omega's as bed partners and would sometimes actively seek out Omega's that were taller then her. gender doesn't matter to her as long as the partner is just more dominant. in the end those people actually become her friends a lot of times afterwards and it's nice.

\ very long and skinny fangs and her parents kept taking her to the doctor in the Blackthorne City to figure out what the hell is wrong with her. nothing way, the teeth just naturally grew like that.

Lance - ya old ginger fuck

\ Omega and hates it. became both Johto and Kanto's champion just to prove his parents wrong after calling him worthless.

\ chunky semi short fangs and he teethed a lot while growing up and still continues to teeth to this day. the E4 of both regions have gotten him plenty of those chewing stims as little gifts during the holidays or when he's super stressful near the ending of the League's seasons. his favorite are the crystal shape ones that are a bit more tougher then the usual squishy rubber.

\ likes to fight his bed partners and be pressed into the bed, genuinely doesn't want the control in the end and it feels nice to him when it's stripped away. this means he's very particular about his partners and also wants someone bigger then him, though if their really strong then body size doesn't matter.

Brawly - lemme see those gains-PFT

\ above average Alpha for the Hoenn region, it helps that he's training almost every day and is on top of what his body needs food wise and focusing on what's missing like calcium or other vitamins.

\ very spry and energetic and acts like a puppy, this leads to Wallace and Steven in keeping an eye on him during league parties and gala's Brawly attends because he can get worked up really fast.

\ unlike most Hoenn Alpha's that seek their pleasure, Brawly almost exclusively gives. he doesn't mind receiving but prefers his partners to be the canter of the attention for most of the night.

[miriamundertale]

The Vampening

Or: Miri picks up another huge project once again

I have spent my entire life fucking haunted by vampires. This is both figurative in the sense that i grew up through the twilight boom and general vampire boom, and literal in the sense that not only do I have a severe widow's peak, I literally had to have my canines sanded down when I was younger due to them being too sharp. For years i just fucking despised anything to do with them, immediately discounted them as uninteresting and boring, to the point of shunning away things i liked because of vampires. Then about 8 years ago I took back to back shovel hits by vampire shit to the point my gender changed and I've decided to lean into it. And in retrospect, there’s genuinely a lot of interesting stuff about vampires.

The biggest for me being that basically more than any other monster, vampire is an insanely flexible definition! You can twist and add your own views of it as much as you want and as long as there’s a core transactional relationship between a vampire and the other being they interact with, and sharp teeth of some kind you can get away with calling it a vampire. Hell, if you do it well enough you could even sacrifice one of those two and pick up some other vampire traits and people will still gladly call it a vampire. Honestly I could go on for hours about them, and you know what. I will. Like a normal person coming to terms with a fascination with something like this, I decided to handle it in the only reasonable way that I could think of: By obsessively reading as many vampire manga as I was able to get my grubby little hands on.

Here’s where the rubber hits the road, and then pops immediately upon contact with the World's Sharpest Pencil: how do you define something AS being a vampire story? Let alone the ways to describe a vampire, does having a vampire in the story make it about vampires? Is Star Wars But Luke Has Red Eyes and Fangs, my seminal fanfiction, a vampire story? Thankfully, I've spent the past few months figuring out a pivotal system to classify things properly, and it’s also objectively correct with 0 mistakes OR ideas that are up to interpretation!! 

The Miriam All-Purpose Vampire Classification System (MAPVACS)

Core Vampirism

Core Vampirism is the most simple you can think of, it’s a story WITH vampires in it, and wants to focus on them and/or their effect on the world. More specifically, I think to really hit as a true vampire story, the primary focus of the story should be on either a direct pair of characters who have a vampire/human or similar relationship, or on the specific existence OF the vampire human relationship. While in folklore vampires are more often predatory or parasitic, the relationship does NOT have to follow that rule! The way part 1 of Jojo’s bizarre adventure has Jonathan and Dio set up as near mythical enemies is as vampiric as Karin’s romantic, mutually beneficial vampire-human relationship is. Something is core vampire when it is about not just a vampire being around, but the way they have torn your family to shreds, taught you about the freedom that comes from the night, the way you have been utterly tormented and reshaped into a monster for their sake, your desperate desire to save them from this fate. The core of vampirism is love, no matter how broken, perfect, fucked up, or bizarre it is.

The Blood Sucking Girl Can't Suck my Blood

Vampires as a Setting

this is a fascinating one! It’s something that I don't see a lot of but when i do see it more often than not it rules. The vampire here exists as part of the world. There more often than not isn't a thing calling attention to vampires or its just something normal as part of the world. The entire world is vampires with a caste system and some other rules, or being a vampire hunter is equivalent to being a dog catcher. There’s no separating the vampirism from the story, but it is not ABOUT the vampires. They’re just chilling. 

Vampires in Spirit

this is one that I know, logically exists but is a lot harder to find with my methods. I could joke and just say every shoujo is a vampire manga in spirit but specifically I want to call things more focused on a power dynamic as vampiric in spirit, and even then it’s something severe. Partially DUE to it being twilight fanfiction rewritten as rich guy bdsm, 50 shades could be classified as this and if i have to use it as my sole example, I will, but by god 50 shades sucks.

The Weirdos

this is currently limited to just a specific 4 manga. I doubt itl get higher but these are stories that begin with a core vampire story and the relationship between the two primary mains, but then either change focus or expand into other character relationships as time goes on. The effect of the core vampire story is still prevalent and often brought back up throughout it but the story itself is not entirely focused on it.

What now?

So what happens from here with stuff defined? Well, I've already gotten a head start on reading which definitely helps, but instead of just pumping out one giant retrospective in the year 2026 when i finally finish all of them, I'm just going to make this a project. Every week, typically on the weekend, I'll put out a rough and dirty vampire manga review, classify it, and link it both here and on twitter like I normally do. Don't expect the worlds finest writing, not just because i rarely put anything coherent out and because I'm doing this partially to force myself to put things out there. I want to finish projects, and it's okay if these aren't the best quality. with that, I'm so fucking sorry for everything you're about to read on here.

[crazywolf828]

I like the taste of metal so I eat my spaghetti O's cold out of the can

[milfswriter]

hear me out... vampire rhea au smut

Y’all are thirsty asf💀

Bite Me

Vampire!Rhea Ripley x reader

Summary: Rhea comes home without feeding, you help her get her appetite straight.

Notes and warnings: smut, vampires (obviously), blood-drinking, fingering, strap-on, soft Rhea (couldn't help myself lmao).

You were getting ready for bed late at night when you heard a swoosh of air on your balcony. You turned to see non-other than your girlfriend, Rhea standing there with a smirk on her face. You let out a loud gasp, hand on your heart.

"God damn it, Rhea! I told you not to scare me like that!" You scolded, breathing heavily as the smirk on the vampire's face grew. She walked into your room, closing the sliding door with a thud.

"How did you even get up there? you can't fly, can you?" you continued to ramble about her scaring you every time she came back from feeding in the woods and pushed her away as she tried to hug you.

"What?" she let out a chuckle, "okay, I'm sorry..won't scare you again" she lifted her hands in the air in surrender before wrapping them around your waist, a soft look on her face. You let her hug you this time, sighing as your heart still thumped against your chest.

She must have caught this due to her enhanced hearing. "you still scared, love?" her hand was buried into your hair with her forehead against yours, eyes boring into your soul.

You shook your head, tilting your head to join your lips and sighing into the kiss before pulling away, entirely forgetting she went out to feed, it's completely unsanitary.

"D..Did you feed at all? you..taste fine" you wiped at your mouth to see if there was any sign of blood and she shrugged.

"I don't know, I..I didn't feel like it" you nodded, pulling her into you again and resuming your past actions.

Your tongue licked at her lips, begging for entrance and for once she let you. She pushed you on your bed, hands wandering all over your body as your tongues fought for dominance.

You were trying not to nick your tongue with her fangs and she took the chance to take control of the kiss. Her groin made contact with your thigh, eliciting a muffled moan from you as you felt her bulge. Of course she was packing, she never comes unprepared.

She gripped the end of your shirt with both hands before ripping it from the middle, exposing your bare tits to her. "And there goes my favorite shirt" you whined, slapping her shoulder as she leaned down to take a nipple into her mouth while squeezing the other, you didn't know if you could keep up with her strength tonight. She was much rougher in bed when she doesn't feed prior.

"I'll buy you ten other shirts if you stop complaining" she promised as you let out a moan, her tongue swirling over your sensitive nipple.

you wrapped your arms around her to hold her cold body closer to your warm one. She moved her hands down your bodies to take both of your pants off, revealing the also black strap she's been packing for god knows how long.

Rhea stops what she's doing to look at you, sitting up on your elbows as you stared at her squeezing lube onto the toy, rubbing the excess of it onto your pussy, fingers entering you to make sure you were properly lubed up. You closed your eyes with a moan, clenching around her thick digits before she took them out, wiping them on your inner thigh.

She pulled your legs to the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss you hard. "you'll be the death of me" she growled, her canines pressing on her bottom lip.

"I thought you were already dead" she gave you a disappointed look at the grin you were failing to hide, her hands on either side of you, holding herself up.

"Then you'll be the life of me" you couldn't have blushed harder in a million years. You pulled her shirt up, taking it off her and pulling her face down to kiss you hard.

“Fuck, Rhea” you moaned, head thrown back as she entered you. You knew she didn't want to hurt you, but you wanted more, Needed more.

You let out a whine as you wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her deeper into you. She looked down at you, "such a good little mortal for me, aren't you?" she smirked, her voice raspy. You nodded, unable to form words.

you pulled her head into your neck as she kissed and sucked on it. Her fangs making brief contact with your skin somehow made your orgasm approach even quicker. You felt her holding back, her breath ragged. Your fingers pulled at her hair before bringing her ear next to your mouth

“Bite me, Rhea” you whispered and her thrusts faltered, shaking her head in your neck. “please..please Rhea, bite me. Feed on my blood" black veins appeared on her face, her eyes darkening as her fangs grew even longer in an attempt to scare you off doing this to her.

You gulped as you adjusted yourself to what she likes to call her 'feeding face'. You've only seen it once before when you accidentally cut your finger while cutting tomatoes for dinner. "you can lick it off the cutting board if you want" "Fuck you, I'm not a dog".

You pulled her head further into your pulse point, "I said..Bite. Me" your voice turned cold. Why were you doing this to her?

"D..Don't start something you can't finish, darling" she groaned, your waist definitely bruising due to her strong grip to control herself.

She bottomed out into you at this point as you two basically argued, you didn't want her to desiccate and she didn't want to hurt you.

She finally gave in as you bared your neck for her. "Tell me to stop, and I will.." she assured and you hummed, nodding. She held your jaw in place as she fucked you harder.

You felt her fangs prick your pulse point, her lips sucking on your neck with a hum of satisfaction you never heard from her caused your orgasm to wash over you with a guttural groan.

You started feeling lightheaded when she already stopped, looking at you with a shocked expression. Did you just come from her feeding on you?.

She looked...hot. Your blood covered her chin as leaned down to lick the drops of blood that were still coming out. "You taste amazing..Does it hurt?" she looked concerned, even guilty for giving in to your pleading.

You shook your head, "At first..but I'm fine. Promise" she took the strap out of you with a nod.

"Stay here..gonna get you bandages. Hold this on your neck" she gave you your shirt that she ripped, she's got nerve.

A/N

This woman can do anything she wants to me.

Taglist:

@obsessedwithwwewomen @ara-a-bird @jungwoospeach

[sugamamacustard]

Feral Animal

Pairing:  Alpha! Kentarou Kyoutani x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request:  Hi! I love your abo blog! I was wondering if you could write about Alpha!Kyotani with an Omega!Reader, where their first encounter catches everyone by surprise? Like, Reader has a traditionally alpha scent (like burning/smokey wood) and can usually get away with being mistaken as an alpha at first glance? It’s fine if you’re asks are full or you don’t want to do this but thanks for your time 😊 —Sno

Summary:  You just wanted to get the boys to practice on time. You weren’t prepared to deal with this.  Good thing you had a gaurdian angel- or should we say, dog. 

Author’s Note: I love Kyoutani so much. Like he’s in my top three people I simp for. 

Requests: Open!

Kentarou Kyoutani

➵ No one gathered in your way when walked down the hall. You smelt strong enough to put them on edge. 

➵ Peoples hackles were constantly raised when you were around, and truthfully, you didn’t know why. 

➵ You were still you. You were still an omega. 

➵ You still ached to reach out for touch, to scent someone, to just have the smallest bit of attention from anyone that wasn’t Iwaizumi.

➵  You and he had met when you were young, and he took to being your personal guardian—since he was a year older than you.

➵  You were thankful for him and his friendship, but that was all it would ever be. You both tried dating in your first year of middle school (Dating being a loose term), but it was obvious you were better off as friends. 

➵ You both still hung out constantly though, and eventually he grew to be an older brother to you.

➵  When you got to high school though, you quickly realized that with Iwaizumi came Oikawa. You had known him just as you had known Iwaizumi, but the other male seemed to keep his distance from you.

➵ It didn’t take a genius to figure out why he was keeping his distance with you. When you and Iwaizumi explained to him there was nothing between the two of you, nor would there ever be, he calmed down. 

➵ The fellow omega (Oikawa is an omega ass bottom change my mind. Unless it comes to requests. Then he’s an alpha for you :D) grew to be close with you as well and if one or the other was being idiotic you stepped in as the shoulder to cry on. 

➵ You were happy for them, truly, but you knew sooner or later you were going to be out of the picture.

➵  They were third years, and you were a second year. They had a relationship that ran deeper than any thing you could offer them.

➵ And that was okay.

➵ Facing the obvious, it’s clear that, because your best friends are those two dorks, you’re into volleyball. Or in the very least, know of it and how to play. Because of this, you’re elected manager.

➵  No more choice. 

➵ You don’t fawn over Oikawa constantly, you can handle Iwaizumi’s outbursts, you were calm with the first years, and you don’t put up with any fan girl’s bullshit. 

➵ You didn’t get the chance to refuse honestly.

➵ “I’m sorry, but unfortunately, Oikawa-Senpai is busy at the moment- “

➵ “Please, just- Let me see him! I won’t be long!” The Alpha pleaded, trying to appease to your sense of empathy. Unfortunately for her, that was dried up before the second girl even looked at you to ask the very same thing. 

➵ You were tired of girls, obviously not getting the hint, trying to confess their undying love to Oikawa every other day. How did they not see he was an Omega? 

➵ Yeah, he had suppressants out the wahzoo but, good golly, his mannerisms were all Omega.  

➵ Apparently this alpha though her and Oikawa would be the ultimate power couple.

➵ “Like I said before, he is busy. Any time you take up is time wasted.” You snorted, turning tail and shutting the gym door, ignoring the screech of anger behind it. You were used to it.

➵  Most times you locked them out, they’d throw a bitch-fit, turn and bad-mouth you to their friends for a few days. 

➵ They’d tease you for your scent—which was a, frankly lovely, pinewood and amber scent—and poke fun at you, saying how ‘you’ll never get an alpha smelling stronger than them” with a sneer. You’ve learned to ignore those types of girls.

➵ What you didn’t expect however, was for her to scream some more, banging on the metal door.

➵  It was ripped open in your moment of shock, making you turn on your heel to face her. 

➵ Her hair, though still relatively upkept, was frizzy with fly-a way’s running out occasionally, but her eyes were what scared you. 

➵ They were constricted to ball point bulbs that were locked onto you, fangs poking out as she snarled at you.

➵ Of course. Because why wouldn’t a feral Alpha be part of your day today?

➵ You growled yourself, trying to reign in your scent but it was getting harder and harder as she stalked closer.

➵ No one else was in the gym, as they were changing in the club room, but you figured you could handle her.

➵ You hoped at least.

➵ She tried pouncing on you, your arms quickly crossing in front of your face to shield yourself, but instead of an angry alpha trying to claw your eyes out, you merely got a gust of wind.

➵   Peeking open an eye—you couldn’t recall closing them, but whatever—you frowned at the face staring back at you.

➵  You hadn’t talked to him, personally, but you knew who he was. Kentarou Kyoutani. 

➵ He was incredibly strong, a worthy advisory, and worst of all…

➵ A ticking time-bomb of an alpha.

➵ He had the resting bitch face to end all resting bitch faces, and the attitude to go with it. He had only said one word to you ever and it was ‘move’. His voice was gruff and angry when he said it, but his eyes softened when you looked up at him. 

➵ He waited patiently for you to gather your things before moving. That was the first, and what you thought, last time you’d ever see the alpha. He entranced you though, so you wouldn’t ever necessarily be opposed to seeing him again. 

➵ Just maybe not in this circumstance.

➵ Kyoutani held the alpha by the collar of her shirt, his lips poked up in a snarl with his canines gleaming dangerously in the sunlight

➵ . Contrary to popular belief, he’d only ever gone feral once in his life. His stepfather, an awful, awful, excuse for an alpha had raised a hand to his Mama.

➵  He refused to let anyone ever raise a hand to omega that day and stuck to his grits with it.

➵  Many people often feared him because of his careful eye and quick reflexes. 

➵ They claimed he was close to going feral because they never cared to admit they were planning on hurting someone. He didn’t care.

➵ At least he didn’t. When he saw you simply turn and close the gym door, he felt his heart skip a beat. 

➵ Maybe it was just the fact that you didn’t relent, or maybe it was the fact that you didn’t care or bend or submiss in the absolute slightest, or maybe it was the waft of the most calming scent he’s ever smelt before.

➵  He knew the other alpha’s scent, as she had practically reeked all over him while asking him for things Oikawa liked before he snapped on her, so this was all you. And he…liked it. 

➵ He hated scents that were too sweet or too ‘exciting’ in a way, but this? This was calming and euphoric all in one and he wanted to straight up bathe in it.  It smelt that good.

➵ He watched the alpha screech, stomping her foot—he could guess she was the very definition of daddy’s girl with her reaction to being told ‘no’—and before he could growl at her to leave, she was forcing open the door and snarling. 

➵ So, he dropped his bag and ran to make sure you were okay. His alpha pawing at him to hurry up. 

➵ He had felt the very same as they day he ran his stepfather out of his life, but this time…This time, he would be sure not to go feral. That would scare you and he couldn’t, wouldn’t risk that.

➵ When he got there, the alpha lunged and he had barely enough time to grab her. You looked shocked to see him, or maybe it was residue from when she broke into the gym, but you didn’t say anything.

➵  He took that as a good sign, turning tail and dragging her to where he dropped his bag. He grabbed it quickly, instead dropping her and rushing back to the gym.

➵  You closed the door behind him, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa quickly locking it. In the time, between Kyoutani dragging out the feral alpha you had the chance to text Iwaizumi, sending choppy and shaky, but succinct, messages to let him know what was going on.

➵  The rest of the team were on their way anyway, so they merely hurried their steps. When they turned to lock the door, you stopped them, crying for them to just wait for a minute.

➵ Kyoutani had run in seconds after your plea and the door was quickly shut. 

➵ Scents were going insane in the gym, but his was most discernible to you. He smelt scared.

➵  Before anyone had a chance to mention it though, he was turning to you and reaching for your face.

➵ you flinched but that didn’t stop him. His fingers were gentle, more so than you could expect from him, and he was so soft while turning your face to observe the damage. Iwaizumi tried to get close, but he was growled at as you were held to Kyoutani’s chest. 

➵  The team could only watch, flabbergasted, as you were hugged and scented by their mad dog. Even more so when you began laughing and purring, placing your hands around his neck.

➵  You whispered something (They were ‘Thank you’ and appreciation whispers) into his ear, making his shoulders visibly relax. No one could really understand what had happened, but they weren’t sure if they wanted to question it just yet.

➵ Well, most of team didn’t at least.

➵ “Aw, Mad dog-Chan! How do you know our little Chibi-chan?” Oikawa laughed, leaning off Iwaizumi as he spun a volleyball on his pointer finger.  

➵ Kyoutani grunted, abruptly pulling away, only to growl and pull you back when his alpha snarled. “Don’t.”

➵ “Wait- wait, wait. Hold on.” Hanamaki snorted, holding his hands up. “So you, Mad dog, most vicious alpha this side of the equator, just decided fuck it, and chose to not only save an omega you’ve never met, but then hog her? I don’t know, Mattsun, seems kind of sus to me.”

➵ “Very sus.” Matsukawa agreed, snickering. He yelped however, when Kyoutani turned to snarl at him, only for you to hold him back. Matsukawa had never felt more scared for his life in that very moment, and he owed you a whole ass chapel.

➵ It stayed like that for the rest of the practice, with you calming Kyoutani down ever time he needed a ‘time out’ and over time he got much better at controlling his anger.

➵ No one was surprised when you walked in two weeks later, a small, thin leather choker clipped on around your neck with a hand-made moon charm hanging from it.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mark of the Beast

Please be kind. I haven’t written werewolves before and this is an unedited drabble I did to distract myself. Hope you enjoy werewolf!Thor and needless to say it’s dark.

Reblog and comment if you like, please and thank you.

Warnings: noncon and rape, exophilia, blood, biting.

You sat along the edge of the yard, just at one of those picnic tables set with chips, salsa, and other finger foods; most of it crumbs and smears as the night wore on. The fire licked up into the sky as the strangers chatter drunkenly, laugh loudly, and sing and dance wildly to the music floating from the bassy bluetooth speaker.

Parties were never your scene and you don’t know why you agreed to come. You didn’t even know why you were asked. You never were the fun friend, hell you were often the forgotten one. The one who found out they weren’t invited or when you were privileged enough to be asked along, it was because someone else fell through.

Well you couldn’t take another night in your boxy apartment, sitting there alone as you watched the same shows over and over again. Restless as nothing ever seemed to change and yet time continued to pass you by.

You noticed how as the sky darkened, the guests began to couple up and trickle away from the flames of the tiki torches and the empty keg. You thought this kind of thing was better left to college kids. 

The early summer night was cool and dull blue as clouds streaked the sky. You hadn’t seen the sun directly since noon and it cast an odd haze over the party. Even so, there had been much screaming and shrieking on the oversized slip and slide. Again, these people, you included, were too old to be throwing their drunken bodies around.

Valerie giggled as she hung off the slender man with the black hair. He wore a green button up and black jeans. His clothes were pressed and pristine. He looked out of place amid the group. He looked like you felt.

She grabbed his collar and led him away from the few stragglers still grinding around to the retro tones of TLC. You stood as she headed for the trees. She was your ride and you didn’t feel like staying all night so she could get laid by some stranger. You didn’t even know how she got invited to this.

The sky shifted and dimmed a little more. You collided with a large body as you made to catch up with Valerie. You recognized the blonde man. He’d been lurking throughout the night, socializing over the top of red plastic cup, at one point chatting with the black-haired man Valerie was flirting with and helping tap the keg when it was overturned in some dumb stunt.

“Oh, excuse me,” you said as his large hand settled on your arm, “um, I’m just…”

“You don’t like the party?” he asked in his booming voice.

“What? No, I--”

“You’ve been hiding over here all night,” he said, “and you haven’t looked very happy about it.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” you countered.

“Well, this is my party,” he said lightly, “Thor.”

He removed his hand from your arm and offered it to you. You looked at it reluctantly then glanced around him.

“I’m here with my friend. We should probably go--”

“The one who just disappeared with my brother?” he chuckled, “I don’t think you want to walk in on that.”

“Then maybe I’ll just call a cab,” you shrugged, “but I should get--”

“Why did you come? To glower in the corner and feel sorry for yourself?”

“No, I… you don’t know me.”

“No, I do not but that is not my doing. You sit here and isolate yourself to the point that anyone who approaches you, cannot break that barrier you’ve put up. The one you blame on those around you but you’re the only one enforcing it,” his blue eyes were pale, almost silver as the clouds darkened, and you realised in that moment how big he was.

“I didn’t ask for your--”

“You wouldn’t know what to ask for if you found the nerve,” he gave a crooked smile, “you don’t know what you want, what you need.”

He leaned in as his voice turned to a growl, something animalistic as he leaned in and his shadow shut out the sky.

“I know I want to leave,” you said as you stepped back, only to hit the low bench behind you.

“Did you not notice?” he asked.

“Notice what?” you sidled along the wood and he stopped you, this time his fingers gripped your arm tightly.

“That everyone else is gone. They’ve found their mate…” he lowered his voice to a gristle, “the moon is close and they must consummate their pairing.”

“What are you--” you gasped as you saw the way his canines pointed dangerously and grazed along his lip.

“All in my pack made their claim,” he whispered as he leaned in and the silver moon flickered behind the wisping clouds, “I’m making mine.”

“Get off--”

Suddenly you were spun around and flung so you landed in the grass, your knees and the heels of your hands scraping against the twigs and pebbles. Before you could try to stand or turn, he was behind you. His large hands braced your throat and he pulled you onto your knees so that your back was to his torso as he lowered himself behind you.

His nose tickled your ear as he inhaled your scent and a growl crackled in his throat. His fingers tightened and you felt sharp claws prodding at your flesh. His breath picked up as you felt his body tremble. The clouds parted at last and the full moon painted the grass silver.

“You have no purpose, I see it,” his voice grinded roughly, “you are lost but I have found you…”

“Let me--” you rasped and wheezed as he choked you harder.

“You don’t know. How can you realise that I have chosen you for a greater need?” he slid one hand to the back of your neck and pushed you down sharply so that you were face down in the grass, “I can smell it on you… ripe for a pup.”

He flipped your over harshly and his hand pressed to your jaw as he squeezed it painfully. You grasped his wrist in terror as the moon limned the fine fur that had risen across his skin, his long blonde hair blending into his thick main as his eyes glowed eerily.

“I… I...what are you?”

“What are you?” he repeated back, “can you tell me that?”

“Please, don’t--”

“You’re mine,” he snarled as he dragged a long nail over your shirt and sliced through the fabric easily, his other hand still framed your jaw, “if you survive, you will carry my pup, if you don’t… an honourable death.”

You slapped at his hand as his fingers hooked in the front of your jeans and he janked them down in a single motion. Your panties caught in the denim as he brought his foot up to push them down to your ankles. He pushed his knee between your thighs and dug a nail into your hip. Hot blood rose around his claw.

“I can smell it all. The loneliness, the desperation, the fear… it’s delicious.”

His claw flicked over your clit lightly as he pushed your folds apart. He played with you as you squirmed helplessly and gripped his arm, one hand on his wrist and the other on his bicep.

“No, no--” you murmured as your body went into shock, the pleasure of his teasing like a muffled shout in your core.

When his hand moved from your cunt, you felt its absence more intensely. He brought his other knee between your legs and pushed them further apart until your jeans slipped from one ankle. He lifted your left leg and hooked his arm under it and leaned on you as he lined himself up.

You pushed on his chest as the moonlight limned his silhouette above you and clenched as he prodded against your entrance. He cradled your face and dropped his head down beside yours as he pinned you under his weight, your leg bent uncomfortably as your other splayed against his hip.

He poked at your resistance and when he finally pushed through, you cried out into the night. He was thick, so thick, and when you thought you could handle no more, he pushed further in. You strained around his cock as he snapped his hips up and when he filled you entirely, you whimpered as you felt him in your stomach.

You tangled your fingers in his hair as his hot breath tickled along the crook of your neck. He pulled back and you let go of the breath in your chest only to suck it back in as he thrust sharply. You whined as he jolted your entire body and sank his teeth into your flesh. The shock of pain mingled in your core and filled your veins with an irresistible heat. He removed his fangs from you and dragged his bloodied lips down your neck.

“If you fight it, you will suffer,” he purred, “give in… you feel it, don’t you?”

He rutted faster as his breath kept time with his hips. Your body was alight against the cool grass as your eyes rolled back. Your moans added to your horror as they rose without thought, roused by the friction of his pelvis against yours and the slapping of flesh on flesh.

He fucked you faster and harder with each tilt and held your head between two hands as he looked down at you. His thumbs rubbed your cheekbones as he kissed you hungrily and the taste of your own blood stained your lips.

You felt hollow and light. The weight of him faded and you were on high and your lashes fluttered as the silver nights and his dark shadowed coloured your vision. You curled your fingers over your chest as you came and arched beneath him like a wild animal. The orgasm sent heat through you from head to toe and you whined and whimpered desperately.

Thor hammered into you even harder and his growls filled your head. He snaked his arm under you and slammed his hips down so viciously that every bone in your body ached.

“Oh, little one,” he snarled, “you take me so well…” his thumb brushed over the bite on your neck, “you wear my mark like a true bitch.”

He buried himself completely and panted rampantly as he spasmed. His cum flooded you and seeped and squelched around him as he gave a final thrust. He held himself as deep as he could and nuzzled your cheek as the smell of his sweat filled your lungs.

“Mine,” his teeth brushed against you and you shivered as a sudden fatigue weighted your eyelids, “that’s it…” his voice grew further and further away, “let it take you, little one.”

[ghoulsister1]

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Horror Movies I Remember Watching As A Kid👻

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Valentine (2001)

Oh this! Now this movie I would watch every opportunity I got. When it was on TV for Valentines Day I'd watch it while surrounded by chocolates and when it was over, I'd catch the repeat on the next channel! Ah I remember lying on the couch (unfortunately I was sick with flu at the time) surrounded by chocolate and Sprite and my plushies, comfy blanket and all just chilling and watching the movie start to finish. The nostalgia just brings back good memories. Love this movie😊 Also I always thought the killer looked deadly especially with the arrow scene, definitely Cupid got skills in archery!

Friday The 13th: Jason Takes Manhatten

I'm a big fan of Jason since I was a kid yet you'd be surprised that I haven't even watch HALF of the Friday The 13th movies. I remember only I think the one where the little kid is in it. But this movie got me hooked on the Friday The 13th and Jason Voorhees became my favourite slasher. Though I love the Nightmare On Elm Street franchise, you'll always find me cheering for Jason in Freddy vs Jason. Plus this movie has a killer beat theme song!😆

Nightmare On Elm Street

Now, to pick one favourite from the Nightmare On Elm Street would be difficult to say the least, not to mention that I can't cover all movies but luckily I only have really 3 movies I love in the franchise.

To start off, the first movie was my favourite. It was scary watching as a kid but that didn't stop me! The first one was brilliant and still is to this day. I would watch it a few days before Halloween and it just added to the atmosphere😊

Now the next one would be Dream Warriors because I liked the idea of the kids teaming up and using their dreams to fight Freddy. It was pretty cool to me as a kid at the time and to be honest, it's still cool to me😊

New Nightmare is another brilliant movie and the Freddy in it had just that absolute scare factor, like he just got even more scarier. The new claw glove in it was badass too and the storyline was very well put together. I loved it and its actually one of my sister's favourites too!😊

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974)

When I first watched this movie with my brothers, the scene at night in the woods and Leatherface coming out of freaking nowhere with the chainsaw scared the absolute shit out of me! Not gonna lie. But after the shock wore off I grew to love the first movie as it was scary as hell but I appreciated how it was put together to give you the best scare factor.

I did see number 2 of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and yes it was crazy as fuck but I do adore only certain horror movies that have that bat crazy factor and this movie got it. I love it!😆

Skinned Deep

I got this movie as a kid as a present. Now first lemme get this out of the way by saying it's okay if you never heard of this film nor be aware of it's existence. That's because to the small community of fans of this movie it's regarded as a cult movie so while it's not popular with the mainstream movie community it's popular to a select few. I never heard of this movie either but I still have it to this day and for a reason.

Yes, take it from me it's VERY weird. Like more crazy than Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2. It's in some way similar to Texas Chainsaw Massacre but just amped up on the crazy factor. I do love the design of the Surgeon General (Bear Trap Guy Above⬆️). On scary factor it is more freaky factor but it does hold up. Now if you did see this movie your opinions may differ from mine so I'd like to hear your thoughts on the movie😊

Interview With The Vampire

I love vampires. Hell I wanted to be a vampire since I was a kid! Well my canines are pointed more than normal so yeah, I got fangs😂 Anyway this movie goes up there on my top vampire movies list next to Bram Stoker's Dracula. I'm a total Lestat fan. Like if I was a vampire I would be like Lestat. Of course I loved Louise in it but as a kid I found him slightly whiny🤣 But now i found Louise more tolerable. Mum allowed me to stay up one Halloween dressed as a vampire to watch this, drinking sweet sugar juice made to look like blood and eating candy🩸🦇 Ahh memories!

Bram Stoker's Dracula

My favourite Dracula movie alongside Christopher Lee's portrayal as the iconic vampire. This movie is so freaking good and love the storyline. Yeah it has the love story element to it but i don't care. I love the movie. And yes, I did want Mina and Dracula to live happily ever after!😂

Botched

I watched this on the Horror Channel after my room was redecorated. It takes place in Russia and yes It's bonkers but it's funny like some scenes made me laugh till my stomach hurted. I later got the movie on DVD and still have it to this day. It's a gem in my movie collection honestly. The movie is in English in case you are wondering. If you watched it, please let me know what you think of the movie😊

The Lost Boys

Another fave vampire movie of mine! Love David and his vampire biker crew in the film. They are a found family honestly and its cool! Watched this many times in the summertime as a kid and I would love to pretend I was one of them, like wearing shades around the house!😆 Very good movie! Also my favorite vampire crush is Marko🦇❤️😉

House On A Haunted Hill (1999)

Oh the nostalgia that just hits me when I think about this movie! Oh this movie was scary, to me at least at the time but that's how I grew to love the genre of horror even more. Seriously this movie rocked for me as a kid. And that's how I knew the lyrics to "Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This" because of this movie. It bewildered my parents to hear me sing the full lyrics to the Eurythmics version of the song even though I heard the remixed version in the movie but I knew the lyrics. So yeah bonus points for this movie teaching me the lyrics😂🎶

And now I'm gonna wrap this up folks! I'll return hopefully to make part 2 of this so I hoped you enjoy and maybe check a few of these movies out yourselves! See you later!😉

[petri808]

Prompt- Marking/Monster fucker @bkdkkinktober Day 5

Izuku woke up with a start, hand clutching over the heart racing frantically in his chest to the darkness of a witch’s hour. The sheen of sweat coating his body glistened in the moonlight flowing over his bed, and his breathing raggedly trying to find normalcy in the pungent scent of sex still lingering in the air. But how if this was just a dream? A dream perhaps, yet the strongest since they’d started two weeks ago. The sticky dampness between his thighs indicating anything but fiction.

A slight breeze through the window sent shivers along Izuku’s body still sensitive to the touch… the touch— his touch… The red eyes and blonde shadow emblazoned behind his eyelids. Who was he? This thing, this person haunting his dreams and sending his body into realms of ecstasy night after night to leave him wanting and drained the next morning. He couldn’t wait to get back to bed after a long day of work, ready for more like a drug addict jonesing for their next hit.

“I want more…” Izuku whimpered into the silent room. Of strong hands dominating his toned frame, sharp nails… or were they claws? Regardless, the way they dug into his skin and controlled his hips forcing him to behave… Izuku reached into his boxers and began stroking his cock through this trip down memory lane. “Yes…” he whined, “more, I want more…” of heated bodies entwined, feeling so safe below that scarlet gaze, yet frozen by their stare— and the bites… he remembered the canines that sent his heart stuttering. Izuku paused mid-stroke to reach up to his nape. Yes, the tenderness was there again, but skin still unbroken.

To experience being filled and fucked by this gorgeous dream man. Damn, he’d do anything to make this real! Take him, mark him, a willing slave if it meant nights of endless bliss! “Please—” Izuku groaned. “Be real…”

Each night that passed by left Izuku craving more, and body left spent and tired the next morning. He didn’t know how dreams could cause so much exhaustion, but the intensity was definitely increasing. The logical part of his brain knew damn well this wasn’t good for him, too bad his lonely heart was winning the fight.

“Y-Yeah, I’m heading out right now sir— literally running out the door as we speak… Yes, Mr. Aizawa, I know it’s the second time this week I’ve been late, I… I need to get a new alarm, I think mines broken— oh… of course, sir, I’ll grab that on my way to the office for you.”

As he rushed out of his apartment, Izuku clicked off the phone, repeating his bosses order. “Double macchiato, add cinnamon, double macchiato add cinnamon, don’t forget— OOF!” The phone went flying out of Izuku’s hand as he smacked right into a solid object and bounced back, falling on his ass. “Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorr—” Izuku gasped.

“Tch. What a way to welcome your new neighbor.” The stranger held out a hand to help Izuku up. “Just be more careful next time.”

“R-Right,” Izuku stammered, “sorry, mister?”

“Katsuki Bakugou.”

“Mr. Bakugou, thank you— I-I mean sorry, again!” Izuku bowed before rushing away.

Blonde hair, red eyes… It couldn’t be! This was the first time he’d met his obviously solid flesh neighbor, so there was no way he could’ve dreamt up the beefcake! “Couldn’t be,” Izuku mumbled to himself. The man was very new, moved in maybe a week ago… ‘right around the time the dreams started escalating…’ He shook his head. Ridiculous. Those were dreams and this man was real— they couldn’t be linked. By the time he got to work, Izuku put the whole event out of his mind and focused on his job before he lost it.

A guy that hot was out of his league, so why not just live in his dreamworld?

“Ka…cchan…” The name wisps out from Izuku’s lips as clawed hands guided the sharp rocking of his hips, ground firmly over the man’s cock. “I can’t—” Izuku whined, legs trembling and starting to give out. “Please…” It was the first time of any of the dreams that the mystery lover had him doing the work.

But in the blink of an eye, Izuku found himself on his back once more, his lovers low grunts to his moans echoing as he was filled over and over in rapid succession. The man’s face stayed buried in the crook of his neck— till a cry rang out, Izuku’s own from fangs sunk deeply into his skin. Familiar, delicious white-hot ache flowing through his system, sending stars flashing beneath his eyelids, and red glowing eyes burning in his mind, filling his soul with a sense of wholeness his life was lacking.

“Mine…” the male growled, “forever…”

Forever…

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Ahhhh!” Izuku shot up in bed, drenched in the familiar sheen of sweat to the sound of a blaring alarm. “Fuck!” He groaned and dropped back down. Stupid alarm! But as amazing as these dreams were, they were seriously starting to drive him insane. His days were turning into endless cycles of unfulfilling work and fornication, work, and fornication— with a physical emptiness left in its wake.

As routine, he touched the painful spot on his neck expecting the same thing he’d endured for weeks— but this time, something wet and tacky hit his fingertips. “What the?”

Izuku scrambled to his bathroom, and there in the mirror— two fresh puncture wounds… a gasp broke free. “Oh, my god—”

That was the first time the dream blonde spoke to him. It’s deep raspy voice sending shivers through his body just thinking about it. But it was so embarrassing to walk into work with a large bandage on his neck to hide the wound! Lots of snickering and questions of who the lucky guy or girl must have been to mark him with a hickey. If only it had just been a hickey! All the other nights left the area tender for just a few minutes, and no evidence, but today the damn thing still throbbed. This was all becoming way too real for Izuku— and frankly, scared him a little. ‘Forever…’ The thought had even crossed his mind that someone was simply breaking in every night, but there was never any proof.

So, as he crawled into bed that Friday night, the throbbing spot on his neck a reminder, Izuku set his alarm to go off at 3am. If there was any truth to this nightly visitor, he was bound to catch him if could break free from the dream. This was it! He had to know what the hell was going on!

Izuku twisted in his bed, whimpering under the lustful gaze of his dream lover. “No, please…” he shivered as the long tongue teasingly flicked the tip of his over sensitized cock. His body was still coming down from a high that had left a sticky mess plastered all over his torso.

“Say it,” the husky voice demanded.

“Forever…” Izuku breathed out.

With a grunt, red eyes flashed, centered, and drove its cock all the way into Izuku. Growling, “forever mine,” as he leaned over to suckle the man’s mark with licks and tortured kisses. Each touch ignited the same soul-stealing connection that kept Izuku trapped and begging for more. Powerful hips rocked in measured cadence, filling the man over and over to finish what it’d started.

Izuku’s back arched and legs clamped around his lover’s waist, nails digging into the man’s shoulders as heat swirled and a familiar smoky scent grew in the room. He sensed his lover’s climax, could feel it coming like a sensor knowing a storm approached. Their connection… it felt so real… so good— different this time. Peaceful, no pain… “forever…” Izuku mewled as darkness overtook him.

The distant sounds of morning slowly crept into Izuku’s consciousness. Soft bird chirping, the muffled roar of cars on a nearby street. He moved to bury his face in his pillow to block the sunlight, shifting his body from its side to his stomach— only he couldn’t. Izuku’s eyes pop open as the awareness hit. He wasn’t alone. Without moving his head, his eyes looked down at what was around his waist and saw arms, hands— someone’s hands?! Wait! His alarm hadn’t gone off either!

He forced himself to shift so he could see who was spooned up behind him and found blonde hair. The neighbor?! Izuku screamed at the sleeping male. “What are you doing here?! How’d you get into my apartment?!”

“If you’re gonna wake up your mate, a good morning would’ve been nice.” Katsuki mumbled against Izuku’s back. “After all I’ve done for you.”

“Y-You? I, w-wait, the dreams, h-how?!”

“Shhh,” Katsuki clamped a hand over Izuku’s mouth. “Go back to sleep, talk when I’m up.”

“Maft?!” Izuku mumbled back.

“Forever, remember? I need more sleep, now shush.”

“I wilf nats sh— ahhh—”

A blinding white light hit Izuku’s mind again, followed with a dull ache in his neck as Katsuki’s mouth clamped over the mate mark on his neck. “Oh, my kami—”

“Now do you believe me?”

Izuku looked over again at Katsuki’s face and noticed the man’s eyes were glowing red and fang tips glinted from his mouth. “F-Forever?”

“Forever.”

It was all real, and yet somehow… maybe this wasn’t so bad after all...

[lostmyshadesanon]

Happy Birthday Felix 🎂🎁 🎉🎊

@teyvat-writer

🦊 - Anon here!!! It's finally the day. I hope.

I have no idea what time zone you live in so I'm posting this a bit early just in case!

If it's still the 28th when you see this. Don't open it!

Let the anticipation build!

This should be the last part for our poor hydro archon, but I'm sure the most anticipated. Let's hope we can do it justice.

Mindbroken?Hydro!Archon!Male!Reader x FoulLegacy!Childe

Wouldn't it be funny if I put a rickroll here?

Or just an error message, lol.

But anyway moving on.

*

You feebly twitched as you felt Childe fuck you with his entire fist in your gaping hole. Leisurely opening and closing his hand as he ground his knuckles into your swollen prostate, and commented idly on your puffy rim.

By this point you could barely even feel when another orgasm was ripped from your soiled body, and your cock jerked underneath you.

Childe had been at this for hours. He hadn't been inside you or orgasmed since the first round, but he seemed determined to be able to shove both of his fists in your aching hole regardless of how long it took.

When you had the capacity to think between orgasms you wondered why your guards had not coming looking for you after all this time, and hoped that if the Fatui had restrained them that they hadn't died, but just been incapacitated.

Though you were never able to think long before another orgasm was dragged out of you. Combined with the saccharine sweet voice mockingly praising you. Your head was almost completely empty and body numb to the pleasure you were being put through.

You could only gurgle faintly when Childe finally got his way and stretched you enough that both his balled up fists could fit into your gaping hole. He didn't remain there for long quickly pulling both his hands free, as be grinned in glee at your ruined hole.

"I think you're finally ready, my darling patron!" He crowed, lightly petting your back as if you were a prized pet who had completed a new trick.

Staring at him through dazed and bleary eyes you wondered. "Ready for what? What more could you do to ruin me?"

He must have the ability to read your mind, or long ago you had lost the stoic control you had over your facial expression. Childe bared his fangs in a mean smile. "Though I made sure the preparation was pleasurable you've barely reacted! That's quite unfair considering how many orgasms you've had compared to me.", The demon masquerading as a man pouted. "So to make sure you're still paying attention I've brought this!"

Childe brought out a potion bottle with some unknown blue liquid inside. With a loud pop he uncorked it, tilted your hips high enough up to send sparks of pain through your spine, and promptly shoved it inside you so it could empty unhindered into your defenseless body.

There was only a moment where you felt the strange liquid mix with the remnants of your favored's cum were you debated on the odd sensation reminded you of, before it felt like it ignited inside you, and you screamed.

It was like liquid fire had been poured into you. The disassociation you had been able to reach banished like morning fog, as your nerves lit up like a livewire. You start to moan like a bitch in heat drool leaking from your mouth as the fire spread across your body. Making you feel every pulse of your insides and cock, your hole desperately grasping at the bottle inside it, but it was too small!

What had Childe done to you?! That something the size of a wine bottle would feel too small??? As your body desperately begged for something bigger, something warmer, and the aching need to cum.

That shouldn't be possible. You shouldn't even be able to come at this point considering how many orgasms had been forced upon you?!?! You could only cry out in delight eyes rolling when Childe's hands skimmed over your cock, and tugged teasingly at the bottle in your ass.

"Ah, already begging for more, my dear patron?" Childe stated teasingly. "Dottore did say this was strong but I didn't think it'd be this strong."

Barely leaving you room to breath. Childe ripped the bottle from your grasping insides sending you screaming into orgasm. You were barely aware of your begging as you sobbed at the empty feeling inside you.

"Oh, darling don't worry you'll be full very soon. I have to make sure to claim you in a way that NO ONE will ever be able to satisfy you again. That way both you and the world know you're MINE." Childe whispered the words confidently into the small of your back before dragging sharp canines growing steadily into fangs down to the swell of your ass.

"Prepare yourself!" He cautioned before sneering over your begging form and rolling eyes, "If you still have the capacity too." Before he slid his fangs deep into the small of your back a glowing riptide mark spreading out like ink over your skin as electricity started to coat his own.

Spine arched from the conflicting flashes of pain and pleasure you felt more than saw the transformation happening behind you.

Cool hands grew massive claws as they clutched at your hips drawing hints of blood from where they pressed. The cracking of electricity and bone as you were hoisted off the ground jerkily from your current partner's growth in height and size. The fangs in your back sliding smoothly out and a smooth texture replaced it almost like being pressed up against marble. You could feel fur tickling your back as you twisted to see what kind of horrors awaited you.

He was massive, he was intimidating, he was gorgeous. The feral boy who had struggled to survive in the abyss had not only tamed it but made it part of his strength in this new form. Massive blood red horns sprouted from his mask, and a cape seemingly made of stars and space.

Dragging your eyes down you froze. Childe's cock had already been awe inspiring as a human, but in this form...

It was terrifying. It seemed to emerge from some kind of protective slit. The shape was as inhuman as his current form, and a size to match. He was easily double if not closer to triple your height and his cock fit his current form. Easily the size of one of your thighs if not bigger. You now understood the need for hours of stretching. It was ribbed increasing it's girth though it did not have a bulbous head which made you weary. That implied that whatever Childe had turned into was a creature built for egg laying. You couldn't see any kind of testes but knew he was fertile considering the steady drip of pre cum from the swollen tip. You could also see a slight pouch towards the base of his member which you knew meant he probably had a knot too.

You were horrified when your body shivered in pleasure at the sight and smell of the crime against nature before you. You desperately were trying to convince yourself that the utter wanton lust inside you was based on whatever mysterious liquid Childe had forced you to consume.

A rolling purr vibrated through you from the creature before you as you chocked on your own drool unable to take your eyes off the cock before you, but Childe didn't allow you to stare for much longer.

Raising your body up as if it weighed no more than a toy, and similarly treating you no better than a ragdoll, Childe positioned you over his monstrosity of a cock.

Desperately you were muttering no over and over again as you pawed uselessly at his shoulders trying to climb away as you were lowered closer and closer to the leaking member. You knew you'd never recover from this once you got a taste of what was about to penetrate you you'd never be the same, and only be able to thirst and be filled by this monstrous thing.

A deep chuckle pressed near your ear as Childe bent so that his face was near yours still lowering and positioning you for his cock. "You did say on your honor as an Archon you'd take me. So take me!"

Before sheathing himself inside you in one smooth motion. Your nerves screamed with you. You could feel ever rib as they caressed your swollen insides and invaded your body. You could do nothing but cry and take it, as he used your body like nothing more then a sex toy to masturbate himself with.

Grunts and growls joined your screams and begging as he furiously bounced you on his dick. Whispering praises and croons near your head while your eyes crossed and tongue hung uselessly from your mouth. Though his tip wasn't shaped like a human man's it did its job of digging into your prostate so that pleasure was dragged from your willing body, and your unwilling submission from your mind.

You're going to break! 💙

You're going to brEAK! 💙💙

You'RE GoING To BrEAK! 💙💙💙

You screamed until your voice broke, eyes becoming fully unfocused, as your body spasmed uselessly through orgasm grasping desperately at the welcome intruder making itself home inside you.

Gleeful claws dug deeper into your hips drawing blood when Childe felt you completely relax no longer even a token struggle being put up by his patron. No his love. Now he could just TAKE.

Claws delicately crawled up your torso to carefully grasp and pull at your swollen teats intent on tugging and bruising them until they were swollen enough to be mistaken for small tits and the idea of covering up would be laughable due to sensitivity.

He watches in delight as you could only moan, and get out enough syllables to beg while he drove you far past overstimulation. Your pupils not even attempting to track anything occuring around you.

Though all good things must come to an end and Childe could feel the tightening in his gut and stir in his knot that this round was drawing to a close.

You could only sob and thrash in utter pleasure as Childe continued to stimulate your chest. Nipples bruised and swollen a cherry red easily the size of the tip of a person's thumb, before feeling the man, monster, behind you still with a deep groan.

Your animal hind brain could only gasp in relief thinking this trial of endurance was finally over. But you should stop under estimating your favored he loves to exceed expectations.

You could only twitch weakly, pinned to his crotch, as you were suspended in the air, when you felt his knot start to inflate. Your cock dripped a steady flow of pre cum from Childe's tip being ground against your probably bruised and weeping prostate, as you both waited for his knot to fully inflate.

But the worst had still yet to come. Finally after what felt like minutes and a few micro orgasms you felt Childe move. A twitch in his stomach before a lurch in his cock. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before taking a ragged gasp.

Something solid was moving through the member nestled deep inside you. Stretching you out further to accommodate it. You could only sob as it worked further into you.

Childe dragged a clawed hand up to your cheek lightly caressing you. "You're doing so well pet. You'll make such a good incubator and brood mother. All for my lovely eggs." Childe sneered delighted at your faint moaned denials and twitches. He loved that even now you were attempting to fight him. Pleasure broken as you were.

Childe ground into you lightly tugging at your rim with his knot to hear you gasp and cry before leaning forward as if to hear you better. "What was that my love? I couldn't have heard you denying to be my broodmare after all you promised to take all of me. I'm only making sure you follow through. After all you'll look so pretty full of my eggs."

Childe's hand on your face dragged your chin down to look at your ever filling stomach. During your conversation he had been quick to fill you. You were so bloated at this point you could easily see the faint shape of the eggs inside you.

A ragged gasp left your lips as the next egg pressed sharply against your prostate finally sending you over the edge and into orgasm. You wailed as your eyes rolled grasping desperately at your ever increasing stomach. Unable to come down from orgasm as each egg made a pass over your prostate.

This seemed to delight your captor. Childe's voice deepened in mockery, "You try to keep your pride and make denials that you're not a whore who loves the idea of being fucked and filled constantly and yet you can't stop continuously orgasming on my cock like some desperate slit." Childe wickedly continued micro thrusting to fuck you with his knot as his eggs kept your orgasm from truly ending.

Over time Childe felt his eggs slow to a stop and his knot start to deflate. Carefully he lowered himself and you to the floor as he let his transformation peel away to show his human form keeping his still sizeable cock plugging you full.

Placing you delicately in his lap so you could continue to cockwarm him Childe hummed a jaunty tune. Waving a hand in front of your face his tune picked up in beat at the lack of reaction or recognition in his darlings eyes. He had finally broken you for now. He expected you'd pull yourself together eventually, but it should be long enough he can bundle you away, and sedate your now human form, for the long trip to Sneznaya.

After all his family had been inquiring when he would take a partner, but knew he'd had his eyes only on one. After all one day he'd been King of everything and he needed a capable partner at his side. Placing a kiss on your temple Childe continued humming as he watched his agents enter the room and prepare for their swift getaway.

He grinned your first mistake was truly saving his life and putting him in debt to you. After all he always keeps his promises and pays his debts.

*

I think that's it. That was hard to figure out how to end. 🤔

Hopefully you liked it Felix! After I did all that hype for this chapter.

Happy birthday again. 🎉🎉😆😆

From 🦊 Anon!

[elmidol]

Noah of Pleasure [Tyki/Reader] NSFW

originally written October 27, 2013

A/N: As stated, I am going to be posting a few of my older one-shots on here from DGM. I do plan on writing some new ones rather soon here, beginning with Tyki/RC. I am scheduling a batch of them now, which will all include this A/N.

These ones are unedited and include (y/n), which I no longer use in my current writing. Nothing wrong with it; just a personal preference. I do also want to state that there may be instances of mentions of face reddening and such, which I now know is not inclusive.

Fic Warnings: drunken sex; tentacles; some bloodplay; enemy sex

It had started as a friendly game of cat and mouse--that is, as friendly as any game between an Exorcist and a Noah could be. The two of you would chase one another upon discovering the other was nearby. Your weapons would collide, your Innocence and his Teaze. The Noah of Pleasure never once missed a chance to mock you, his voice always containing a slight lilt. He would waggle his tongue at you when your attacks missed. Sometimes, when he was in an especially pleasant mood, Tyki Mikk would back off without injuring you at all. He would leave you red in the face with the way he would brush his body against yours before departing; those times, he had managed to collect an Innocence from you and destroyed it with a green flash of light.

You had been on a small vacation after having discovered that the rumor of Innocence was false. A group of adolescents had merely been practicing magic tricks and pulling pranks around the area. In the bar that evening, you had sipped on your favorite alcoholic beverage. When the bartender had given you another and stated that the tab had been covered by an interested gentleman, you had thought nothing of it. Men in those parts were known for such acts. You had felt a light buzz upon leaving the bar. Your fingertips had run along the walls as you walked by various buildngs on your way back to the hotel.

When the gentleman had wrapped his arms around you, placed a kiss on your neck, your toes had curled in response. You turned, unsure whether you would reject his advances or accept--it had been so long since last you had given into such carnal desires. The Order did not give you enough time off to seek out pleasure.

Drunk as you were, you easily recognized the face of the Noah. You stiffened in his hold and opened your mouth to--what, you did not know. His lips immediately sealed over yours, his tongue sliding past your lips and dancing deliciously in the contours of your mouth. You moaned into the kiss. It was so wrong yet felt so good. "Just this once," he whispered in your ear prior to licking it. "Let's play just this once~"

And he had grabbed your hand, leading you in a different direction, all the while a sultry smile played on his lips. You had found yourself acting like a lamb being led to the slaughter. You followed him, undressing as he undressed. Climbing onto the bed with him. Straddling his hips and feeling his hardening cock pressing against you. His hands felt as though they were everywhere at once. The two of you humped at one another. Two of his fingers slipped past your lips, and you greedily sucked on them. Your tongue wrapped around the digits, which began thrusting in and out of your mouth in time with the rhythm of your hips.

His mouth was hot and moist on your breast, his tongue flicking at your nipple, rolling it. Your toes curled and you threw your head back. Tyki's fingers slipped from your lips, trailed down your body, and entered your moist cunt.

In the back of your mind, as he fucked you with his fingers, you asked yourself just how wrong this was. He was a Noah and you were an Exorcist. Mostly likely he was thinking something similar; he suddenly tensed and his movements stopped. You moaned at the lack of contact, the lack of friction. A groan of pain caused you to knit your brow. Your alcohol-impaired brain could not quite grasp what was going on. Nails drug into your sides, and you grit your teeth. They seemed to sharpen, to blacken. You looked down at Tyki in slight horror mixed with awe and lingering arousal.

Placing your hands on his, you tried to gently push him away, but he only bared his teeth, the canines resembling something of fangs. He was growling out his pain, practically yelling and screaming. And you could not blame him. Tentacles branched out from him, and despite your drunk state, you knew to be afraid. Your once more tried to move off of him, only to have two of those dark tentacles wrap around your ankles, pulling you back down. You both groaned as your lower lips slammed against his erection. His eyes were covered by a mask, yet still you knew he was watching you.

As the change continued and his grin grew, your heart pounded faster and faster in your chest. You cursed yourself, your mind starting to sober as Tyki completed his transformation into his Noah from. Tentacles held your legs, wrapped around your waist and brought you closer, and prevented your hands from pushing against him. His hands ran up the length of your body, his grin almost feral. The limbs stopped on your shoulders, and you were pushed roughly onto your back. He ground his hips into yours--hard. You moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Those same hands moved to your neck, his fingers lacing around and constricting on your throat. You tried to move your hands to grip his, however the tentacles spread them on either side of your head and pinned them against the bed. Tears welled in the corner of your eyes and your vision grew blurry. The muscles in your legs tensed. You could hardly breathe. You closed your eyes for but a moment then opened them wide as you felt something slick and wet travel along your face. His tongue.

A whimper escaped you as he positioned himself at your entrance and slammed inside. Your back arched off the bed. You tried to move your hands again, but failed. His grip on your throat loosened the slighest bit simultaneous to the moment he shuddered. He rocked his hips into yours. Your eyelids fluttered. The tentacles abandoned your ankles and slid up your legs. His hands moved to your collar bone. Able to breathe, you gasped greedily for air. You were panting, and when one tentacle dipped between your nether lips and pressed experimentally against your clitoris, you inhaled deeply and loudly.

His nails bit into your flesh as you rocked your hips into his. Joyd moved the tentacle that was pleasuring you and settled his hips tighter against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands gripping at the parts of him that bound them. He leaned down and pressed his mouth aganst yours. You immediately granted him access, his skilled tongue dancing along the roof of your mouth before sliding under your tongue. You moaned, meeting his every thrust, which were becoming harder and harder the more he pounded into you. You were under no misconception that you weren't going to have bruises on your thighs the next day--if you managed to live that long.

Joyd ran his hands up and down your body, his thumbs rolling your nipples, finger tips ghosting over your belly. You grew wetter with every touch, your juices acting as a lubricant that helped him to slide in and out of you faster.

When he pulled out of you, you nearly sobbed. He released your hands, which shot out to grip his shoulders. Grinning once more, the Noah dug his nails into your hips, drawing blood that pooled down onto the bed below. You ignored the pain as he rubbed the head of his cock against your clitoris. Wet from your juices, he moved against you, up and down, at such a delicious pace. You found yourself groaning and moaning, repeating his name like a mantra. You rocked against him, trying to touch more of him while his tentacles wrapped around your breasts and squeezed.

Throwing your head back, you came, gasping out and panting to catch your breath. Joyd continued to shove his cock in and out of your outer lips, pressing tightly against the opening of your vagina and your clitoris.

He shoved you away, and you shuddered and the loss of contact. On your hands and knees before him, you sighed in ecstasy when you felt his hands wrap around your hips. He pulled you backwards to meet his thrust and he plunged inside of you. While two of his tentacles continued to play with your breasts, a third slid along the length of your body. It pressed against your clit, which was rubbed against it with Joyd's every thrust. The tip of the tentacle pressed against your lips, which you opened, and moved into your mouth. It teased your tongue, which lapped at it greedily.

One of his hands entangled itself in your hair and jerked your head roughly. You whimpered then moaned as his tongue ran along your spine from your tailbone to the back of your neck. His cock continued to move inside of you, and you could feel your inner walls clenching around it.

He came inside of you, his nails biting into your upper arms as he enveloped your body with his. More blood fell onto the bed below the pair of you, more injuries you ignored. Joyd nipped lightly at your lips, riding out his orgasm. You closed your eyes and kissed him, and he returned the gesture, this time, surprisingly, he was gentle. The tentacles moved off your body, sliding completely away until all you could feel was his cock inside of you. When your eyelids fluttered open, you were once again in Tyki's embrace rather than the Noah that dwelt within.

Sweat dripping down your forehead, you bit your bottom lip and stared at him. He was grinning at you as though he had just had the time of his life. Tyki turned you over, laying you on your back with your head on the pillow, after he pulled out. He settled between your legs, holding his torso up. He kissed you gently, his lips and tongue creating a trail along your jawline to your ear, which he sucked on. Your toes curled at the feel of it.

The pain of your body was nothing compared to the pleasure running through you. Tyki had once more buried his fingers into your depths. The heel of his hand cupped your pussy, pressed lightly against your pubic bone. You could feel his fingers wriggling about inside of you, curling and uncurling as you started to move in time with him.

"Just this once," you heard him whisper. And you knew, without him needing to tell you, that he was saying it to himself--as though he were trying to convince himself.

[whitefawnn]

blood letting (pt. 1)

(c!wilbur x reader) - 4/29 dsmp spoilers

warnings: blood, manipulation, vampires, blood loss, dizziness, swearing

pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5

note: read the warnings

A loud knock resonated throughout my empty home. Insistent and repeating. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, careening my head to look at the neon numbers that illuminated my room from the clock on my bedside table.

“12:23” I muttered, “What kind of psychopath knocks on a door at 12:23?” I pulled myself up from my warm bed, padding down the wooden stairs, I shivered as the cold air of the night swallowed me whole. I didn’t hesitate to swing the door open, maybe a foolish choice considering the time. I was met by the sight of a ghost, a walking corpse with a wide smile. 

“Wilbur?” I stuttered out as the lanky man stared down at me with a smile. He had been dead for months. I had been without him for months, the rise and fall of his chest made me feel dizzy. I looked him up and down, haunted by the yellow sweater that resembles Ghostbur’s.

“Are you not going to invite me in?” he cooed, leaning down closer to my face. “We have some things to discuss, y/n.” I blinked at him.

“Wilbur, how are you here?” I rubbed my eyes once again, wondering if sleep had caused me to imagine the charming man stood in front of me. His skin seemed paler, his hands wrapped in tan bandages. He looked like his likeness should have been caught in a painting. Carefully caught with the brushes of an artist. I jumped at the sound of rattling bones and spotted a skeleton behind him. I wasted no time pulling him inside by his jacket, shutting the heavy wooden door behind us. I couldn’t lose him again so quick. “You have some explaining to do,” I said, my back pressed against the cool wood watching as he sauntered over to my dining table, pulling out a chair with a relieved sigh. He collapsed into the wooden chair, one of his legs extended out further than the other. He stretched his arms up towards the ceiling, groaning at the feeling.

“What is there to explain, my dear? Seeing is believing after all.” his smile caused a shiver to run down my spine as he used his hands to gesture towards his present body. His canines seemed unnaturally sharp. I studied the disheveled appearance, one of his arms bandaged and bloody. My eyes jumped up to the snow-white streak that was painted into his hair.

“Holy shit, your hair,” I walked over to him, placing an exploratory hand to feel the new white streak. His hair felt soft, the curly auburn locks feeling familiar between my fingers. He laid his freezing hand on my wrist, pulling my hand from his hair and down to his chapped lips, littering kisses on my knuckles with a smirk.

“Do you like the new hair, my love.” I eagerly nodded as I fell down into the chair beside him.

“How are you back?” I stared at him with a set expression, his eyes a wine red. “I saw you die, Phil he, he stabbed you. I made your grave, Wilbur.”

“Dream,” he smiled “he resurrected me.” my eyes were wide, struck by disbelief.

“I thought he was in prison, the revival book was his leverage to stay alive?”

“and it still is. Though I owe him now, darling.” he rested his chin on his hand with a faraway smile and a predatory look. “He’s why I get to see you again. That being said, not all good things are just good.” I turned my head as he reached out to caress my cheek with his free hand. It was a freezing weight against my face. “There are new consequences after being dead for so long, ones that Tommy had the pleasure to not be afflicted with” he spoke, maintaining eye contact.

“What are you talking about, Wilbur?” a pit began to form in my stomach as the interaction seemed to grow sour. 

“I need something from you, y/n.” his eyes seemed to grow darker “Dream, well he told me about something it said in the revive book. If I want to stay here I need to feed on something less than typical.”

“What do you mean, Wilbur?” he chuckled as he watched me stare at him in horror, I began to squirm under his gaze. “Are you going to kill me?” my voice wavered as I felt my eyes begin to water at the prospect. A pang of hurt ran through my heart at the idea that he thought so little of our prior relationship, that I had felt so happy to see him again. My head was dizzy as I realized what danger I was in, his hand still placed on my face.

“No, no, my love, I could never hurt you. I need you.” he scooted closer to me, now able to feel the way cool air left his parted lips. “In more ways than one,” My relief was rapidly overshadowed. “i need your blood…..” he trailed off, placing his face into the crook of my neck. I felt frozen in fear as he inhaled my scent then ran his sharp teeth along the length of my neck. “You smell sweet”

“W-Wilbur,” I whimpered out as I relished the way the long scratches he left in his wake stung.

“What do you say, y/n?” he asked, pulling away to look me in the eyes.

“Anything for you,” I said, watching as his smile grew at my confession. He returned to his place  near my neck, sucking a bruise. 

“It might hurt, my love.” he whispered in my ear, biting at my earlobe. He placed a hand to rest on the back of my neck, a way to ground me. I braced myself, tilting my head to give him better access to the expanse of my neck. I felt as he opened his mouth, focusing on the feeling of the sharp teeth pressing against my soft skin. He swiftly dug the fangs into me, and a small cry escaped past my lips. I winced at the shooting pain that traveled through my body similar to a wave of electricity. The stabbing pain quickly was replaced by an intense tingling. My head began to feel foggy, my vision less sharp around the edges. I looked down at Wilbur’s head that was stuffed into the crook of my neck. A wave of affection went over me almost overcoming the fuzz. I connected my hand to the shorter hair at the back of his head. 

“Mmhm” I hummed out, my voice feeling tight and stretched. Wilbur pulled away from my neck, heaving. He licked the bite marks, his tongue warm against my neck, lapping up the blood that pooled on the wound.

“You taste so good, darling. Intoxicating.” he sat back in his chair with a heavy sigh. His features were now soft as I watched him with watery eyes. I reached up to cup the injury on my neck with hesitant fingers. The bite didn’t hurt, even when I pressed my fingertips against it. 

“Wilbur,” I called out, him rushing to hold me up in the chair, something I didn’t even know I needed. I realized how instead I felt when his hands came up to hold my face.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he looked into my eyes with worry. I watched as he tracked where I watched. “You’re okay.” he scooped me into his arms carrying me to our formerly shared bedroom. I laid limp in his arms, not strong enough to move my limbs or adjust my head. The swaying motion of Wilbur walking made me feel increasingly disoriented. He gently placed me down on the soft mattress. The feeling of the fur blankets on my skin almost enough to overwhelm my addled brain.

“Wilbur,” I whimpered again, grabbing onto his sleeve. The way he seemed to bleed into the rest of the world made me feel like sobbing. “Are you there? Are you real?” I cried out as I watched his face contort into one of confusion.

“Of course I am,” he said with his honeyed voice running a rough hand through my hair. “I’m back and I’m not leaving you.” He sat down beside me continuing to play with my hair. I felt myself slip away still wondering if what had happened was all real. Desperately trying to see Wilbur’s face in focus and commit it to my memory.

[mythiccheroacademia]

My Vow to You

A/N: Dragon King!Bakugo has my heart and so I wrote a little something based off a dream I had awhile ago. I like writing Bakugo with a spouse that’s just as much of a hardass as he is :’) I’m not sure if I’ll make a part two. This could stand alone butttt we’ll see. 

Important things to note: ~*Aurea: It means golden in Latin. This is your family name that is used in public. Even though you’re married to Bakugo, I made it tradition that you keep your last name for distincition purposes, but you’re a Bakugo when I addressed elswhere. That’s based off something from my own culture. Also, it’d be kind of weird if Bakugo said his own name lmao. You’ll get it as you read.  ~*You and Bakugo have dragon-like traits? Idk man. I just thought the red eyes and fangs added flare.

Word Count: 1.6k Pairing: Bakugo x Fem!Reader Warnings: blood, injury, death, there’s a severed head in there but the description isn’t gory, cursing

All Characters are 18+

My Vow to You:

You remembered the day you were wedded to your husband. It was one of the most treasured days between both the Crimson and Golden Tribes. A day so powerful and glorious in meaning that it was named the Holy Matrimony of the era.

That day, two of the most powerful tribes in the nation joined in hand to rule. Their people prospered, their land grew rich, their army went by the hundreds, and best of all, this would happen out of true love.

There was no contract—no arrangement. The only reason the two tribes had encountered was to trade. When you and Katsuki had first met during the primary meeting, the next day, he brought you his most precious stone to begin courting. From then on, it was like destiny took ahold of the reigns. At the wedding, you wore it proudly upon the crest of your head.

The dress, the decorations, and the gifts were all beautiful, but nothing could compare to the sight of your groom. When the warriors parted, revealing his path to the alter, you almost forgot how to walk.

Matching ceremonial tattoos were painted across his bare arms and chest. He stood tall under the weight of precious stones of ruby and gold and led the length of his white fur coat across the floor. And despite his heavenly appearance, his crimson eyes, full of love, regard, and dignity were what led your feet to stand before him.

Katsuki was as gorgeous as he was powerful. There was a moment of reverie between the two of you before you both kneeled, bowing your heads when the past Kings and Queens walked to the alter.

You remembered when you shared your vows, words of strength to affirm the sacred bond the two of you would never break. When you both spoke, each word was a threaded swear into the other’s heart. From that moment, you were not two, but one. You were no longer just a couple, but a union. Once the religious leaders had said their prayer, you two shared a kiss, anointing the other with the love you were ready to boundlessly give.  

That promise was seared into your heart. You would act on it every second you were married.

So, even as your guards worriedly rushed you into the infirmary, blood dripping from the open wounds on your body, you wickedly grinned in triumph. No one would be able to take this away from you.

Not that foreign king. Not his weak ass army. Not your worried parents.

And certainly not your raging husband.

“What the hell were you thinking? Damn it, Aurea*! You could’ve been killed!” he roared.

Honestly, he looked worse for wear. If it wasn’t the dark circles underneath his eyes, it was the obvious stiffness in his neck. Apparently, he had been at your bedside every minute during your three-day coma. He was worried to say the least. Bless his heart.

You tried to lighten the mood with a smile. “Aww, you do care. How kind of you, my beau~”

Evidently, the joke wasn’t appreciated. Katsuki’s face soured into an expression only a mother could love. His eye twitched and the guards winced.

“You want me to put you back in your shitty coma?”

“Bakugo, I’m fine,” you sighed, relenting to the seriousness of the situation. “I know you’re worried, but I made it out. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“That’s beside the point!” he snapped. Perhaps you wouldn’t have felt so attacked if it weren’t for the harsh glare he gave you. “I told you the Black Fleet was dangerous and yet you still acted foolishly! If Kirishima hadn’t found you—“

“I endangered no one—“

“No one but yourself, and that’s what you fail to understand!”

Despite your conscious telling you to calm down, his scolding got the better of you. And your temper rose like an ugly beast. “And if it were for the safety of you and any one of our people, I’d do it again; because when they threatened to put your head on a platter, it was personal! I won’t be scolded like a child for doing my duties as Queen!”

In better circumstances, Bakugo would’ve treaded lightly. He would’ve empathized with your sentiment. However, he had done nothing but stare at your bloody bandages and bruises for the past three days and his patience with just about everything ran thin.

“And I’m doing mine as King! If I tell you to stay away, what I fucking say goes!”

“I don’t know what kind of women you dealt with before me, but if you think that you can just order me around like some bitch, you’ve chosen the wrong woman to marry,” you seethed.

Bakugo’s furious scream thundered the hall and the guards jumped as his fist hit the wall. “ARGH! FUCK Y/N! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME!?”

The use of your personal name in the presence of guards made you reel. Now he was just being disrespectful.

“YOU ARE NOT MY MASTER!” you shouted.

His eyes glowed with rage as he grew in size, a feat that would’ve sent anyone running. “NO, BUT I AM YOUR HUSBAND!” he boomed.

Your eyes turned to blood and fangs shot out from your lips as you roared, “AND I AM YOUR WIFE!”

Katsuki tried to subdue you with an intimidating growl, abnormally large canines bared towards you. However, you only matched it with your own. There was an intense moment between you two as your energies nearly bubbled over. However, one of the nurses at your bedside reminded you of your injuries.

“Please, my queen. If you’re not careful, you could reopen your wounds,” they softly spoke.

The gentle hand on your abdomen reminded you of the ache. You winced and sighed away the sizzling anger as you were led back into the comfort of the cot. The weight of your husband’s glare fell upon you for a moment more before he frustratingly blew out of his nose and turned on his heel, out the door.

Once the door slammed shut, you rolled your eyes. If he wanted to throw a tantrum, then so be it.

“Ungrateful brat,” you muttered. Just then, a sharp pain shot up your leg from one of the nurses changing your bandages. “Ow!”

They shrunk back and gave you a shy smile. “My apologies, your highness,” they giggled.

Despite your sour attitude, you just huffed a laugh from your nostrils. “Careful there,” you sighed. They ducked their head again in slight embarrassment and went back to tending to your wound with a softer hand.

The silence gently settled in the air as the atmosphere returned to its once lax state. When the nurses had finished patching you up and left you and the guards stationed in your room, you found yourself finally able to process the harsh exchange of words between you and your husband.

You couldn’t believe he would just order you around like that! Talking to you as if he didn’t know the type of woman he had been married to for the last five years. And to use your first name in the presence of non-family members? Mitsuki would have his head if she knew!

Regardless of that, you thought back to when you two truly lost your cool and frowned. You hated acting out of character, especially in front of a crowd, but you couldn’t help it. His words were an insult to your pride and abilities.

He was being ridiculous. You were the Dragon King and Queen, damn it. The fiercest rulers the earth would know, governing over two tribes with armies that sent shivers down their enemy’s spines at the mention of your name. And just as their people stood strong, their leaders were stronger, and that meant protecting their honors to no bounds.  

When the enemy sent your kingdom a severed head of a deceased warrior as a threat to have Bakugo’s next, there was nothing left to be said. You saw your chance to humble your foe and took it. And you succeeded. That should’ve garnered celebration, not a dispute.

You carefully turned on your side and noted your crown with the lone jewel he gifted you before you courted. Memories of your spoken vows ran across your mind and reinforced the stubbornness in your heart. You remembered the way his eyes, brighter than any precious stone, glowed with pride and love as he swore his life over to protect you by any means necessary.

You could still feel the warm squeeze he gave your hands when you repeated those same words back to him.

So if it was an apology he wanted, then tough luck. You wouldn’t apologize for defending his honor.

Not when you knew he’d do the same for you.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Desire Part 2

Pairing: orc!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: obsession, past dubcon, Stockholm Syndrome, corruption, breeding, pregnancy, swearing, size kink.

Words: 1196.

Summary: A wife of an orc, you find yourself gradually submitting to your beast of a husband despite your desire to keep him away.

Part 1

P.S. I really need that bucket of holy water 🙈 PLEASE PROCEED CAREFULLY! This it the filthiest filth 🙈🙈🙈

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"Please, please Bucky, harder." You whined, shaking your hips desperately as his huge finger was penetrating your twitching pussy. "Ohh shit, yes, like that, like that!"

Bucky growled lowly, licking his lips at the sight of his heavy pregnant wife spreading her legs wide to let him fuck her with his finger. Your belly was so nice and round just as he imagined - the midwife said you were carrying at least two of his children, and the thought of you bearing his pretty orc babies could make Bucky rock hard every time. Shit, he wanted to pound your sweet swollen pussy so bad, but refrained, knowing he could easily hurt you and your unborn kids. However, he trained you so well you practically begged Bucky to fuck you, luring him into your embrace with your gentle, plump body, your breasts so much bigger than before, full of your milk. Your dear husband was addicted to it. It became a routine as he could come to you any time, tug on the fabric of your dress to put your breasts on display and keep licking them until you cummed with his hand in your pants.

"Hey honey, show me that stupid bitch face of yours." The orc growled in your ear, massaging your walls with his finger and making your eyes rolk back into your skull as he abused your g-spot particularly hard. "Fuck, you're such a bitch. Like that? Like to be an orc's cocksleeve?"

You mewled, biting your lips and cumming from Bucky pumping his finger so nice and deep into your cunt. Your pussy started convulsing, sucking his finger in, your walls clenching it tightly and causing the orc to laugh as he fucked you through your orgasm, enjoying your silly face. Nothing could be better than seeing his knocked up wife with a huge belly orgasming from his finger alone.

"Still can't believe what a slut you became." Bucky smirked as you opened your mouth, pleading him for a wet sloppy kiss. "You'd be bouncing on my cock the whole day if I let you."

It was damn true since you found your body changing, your pussy often wet, needy, and your own touches were not bringing you enough pleasure to calm you down. Lately, since your belly grew so big, you couldn't even play with your cunt, making you desperate for your orc's touch. Luckily for you, now Bucky was home much more often, taking care of his pregnant wife's needs. Now he was wrecking your body, making you orgasm again and again while he kept licking your mouth and fingering you to ease your ache.

But it wasn't enough. Not now when all you were thinking was riding him, his monstrous cock filling your used cunt to the brim, and Bucky knew it. You couldn't imagine how proud he was to have you in state of heat all the time.

"Want me to fuck your asshole, huh? Come on, I know you love having my cum in your ass." He kissed you, filling your mouth with his huge tongue and swirling it around lazily as his fingers found your lovely puckered hole. "Then I'm going to eat your poor pussy out. Sounds good, you slut?"

"Yeshh," you mumbled with Bucky's tongue in your mouth again, sucking it and enjoying the taste of his saliva. Slipping from the chair where the orc fucked you with his finger standinging on his knees, you quickly stripped him of that pathetic loincloth he wore at home.

Of course, he was already hard, his long fat cock touching your round belly, dirtying your gentle skin with his precum. Once Bucky reached out to the little bottle of some slimy herbal liquid, he grinned at you, carefully making you turn and laying you on your side on the fur covering the floor. He worked your cute little asshole well, leaving it gaping open after each time he fucked your tight ass, but he didn't want you to feel any pain now, so the orc started fingering your hole, rubbing some lube into it. Your ass twitched, asking for more, and Bucky smirked. He loved that sounds your hole was making when he fucked it rhythmically with his finger, making you whine.

"Didn't think you gonna be so weak to anal." The orc laughed, poinding your ass to prepare your for something much bigger than his finger, his cock brushing against your plump buttocks. Your pregnant body was growing bigger, and he adored it, kissing your belly, feeling your fat ass under his palms, your breasts making him aroused every time he saw your big swollen nipples through your clothes. He imagined your nice and warm body after he'd knock you up and force to give birth to his babies several times, and his cock became so hard it was almost painful.

Growling, he carefully slipped inside your ass when he decided you are prepared enough and felt your tight anus tensing, milking him hard right from the start. Shit, listening to your moans while having his arm on your heavy belly made Bucky too aroused. He was going to have a hard time not to fill your ass with his seed too soon.

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"Feeling better, sweetheart?" The orc muttered quietly while caressing your belly with his rough, calloused palms. He had already wiped your body clean and made a massage of your tiny little feet - it was harder and harder to walk for you, carying such heavy weight. Bucky hoped you would deliver him three pretty babies real soon.

"Yes." You replied tiredly with a smile and gave him the finger point to make Bucky crawl closer to you. "Tell me you love me, honey."

"Your human things again." He chuckled as he licked your lips, enjoying the way you smell. "I love you so fucking much I'm gonna knock you up right after you give birth to my kids. You gonna spend your whole life with your belly heavy with babies. Sounds nice to you, sweetheart?"

You mewled, squeezing your eyes shut and rubbing your face against his chest like a little kitten. Bucky smiled wide at the sight of you, cuddling with his beloved wife and kissing your forehead as he listened to your soft breathing. Surprisingly, he learnt how to be gentle with a human woman relatively fast, knowing well where to slap you, where to caress tenderly, and where to kiss. Shit, he loved your human kisses. Your tiny kitten tongue licking the insides of his monstrous mouth made Bucky melt.

As if you sensed him thinking of that, you opened your eyes and put your hand on the back of his neck, urging him to lean closer.

"Open your mouth." You said, watching Bucky purring with delight as he parted his chapped lips, showing you his huge tongue. Throwing your arms around his wide neck, you slowly started licking his canines, letting your saliva mix with his while you thoroughly wrapped your tongue around his sharp fang. As you kept inspecting his mouth, Bucky felt his cock spring to life.

Fuck, you really were the best wife he could ever have.

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