#sub!ghost my beloved

[gothghostiie]

okok listen - telling the 141 "use your words"

cw: brat!reader, dom!reader, no actual smut, manhandling, begging, brat!soap, sub!ghost, gn!reader

price doesn't like being fucked around with; if he's feeling you up on a stressful day, just wanting to release some tension, and you stop him with a hand to his chest, telling him to use his words? you probably have a death wish. before you can even react he's got your cheeks in a tight grip, glaring down at you while your nose almost touches his. "wanna repeat that, lovie?" he asks lowly, sarcastically. you both know if you give him another bratty answer you're in for it.

Soap's eyes widen when you tell him to use his words while he's trying to get into your pants. goes all red and tense, you already start to think you overstepped something here and want to apologise; before his face shifts to a look of submission and a bit of defiance. he tries to get his hands under your shirt again without saying a word, wanting to resist you and your - what was supposed to be a joke - order, wanting to test you. I'd be lying if I said he didn't love how rough you suddenly get with him.

Gaz and you are mutually fooling around, he's sucking on your neck and kissing down when you tell him to use his words - he just stops for a brief moment before grinning up at you. "want me to use my words baby? tell you all the things I wanna do with you?" he says in a teasing tone, pushing his tongue into your mouth for a sloppy kiss before trailing kisses to your ear and whispering all the nasty, dirty things he wants to do with you right now, his tone low with occasional chuckles at how you're suddenly putty in his hands.

ghost might be my fav - he's snuggled up to you, hand pushing into your sweatpants when you grab his wrist to stop him, telling him to use his words. he freezes, staring up at you through blond lashes and with pink cheeks; you can practically see the internal struggle he's in. he's torn between wanting to appear big and strong, and just giving in. it's not a long struggle, especially when you run a hand through his messy hair, face burying in your neck as soft begging falls from his lips, trembling hands holding onto you tightly as if you might push him off if he doesnt.

[lyraa-kill]

quick don’t think about ghost being ridiculously horny and humping soaps boot while he’s fully naked and soap is completely clothed and ghost is whining and crying and begging to be allowed to cum and soap keeps telling him no and to beg and hump harder which just makes ghost cry more

[wrathofrats]

Just thinking about Swiss cockwarming aethers tdick with his mouth.

It just barely goes past his lips, a perfect little mouthful, and oh Swiss could savor aethers taste all day if he let him.

Aether just holds him against it with a loving hand, traces shapes into the back of Swiss’ head while he gets cock drunk on the sensitive little thing. Gets him all sweet and fuzzy to be able to have his mouth on it.

[machveil]

Simon “Ghost” Riley Fic Recommendations Pt 2🎀✨

this post will contain sfw and nsfw content - nsfw below the cut! please support the writers!! they deserve a lot of love for sharing their fics with us<3 comment, reblog, and like their posts - gonna be real, I’d just binge their blogs because let’s be honest… everything they write goes incredibly hard

SFW:

starting strong with @tojisun! hugs and kisses, have coming home to… Simon? and some subspace

can’t not include @gremlinmodetweeker and their Ghost Icks post

@simonsrileyhusband is up next with Teen!Simon helping Teen!Reader come out to their parents

a fan favourite, @khioneee’s fic about Simon’s instinct to protect

the start to a series that has ruined me, @majinbangus’s fic about Johnny getting you a ‘dog’

from @themotherofhorses, holding Simon while he cries

@simonbrain gave us Simon being good with kids

@chaosandmarigolds was fantastic and wrote Traditional!Simon Riley

@midnight-shadow-cafe, and their big, beautiful brain, served up Closer Than You Think

our lovely @xoxunhinged wrote about Simon taking you out and Simon being clumsy

aah!! @dante-mightdie is serving up some angst with Simon and BlueCollar!Simon Riley

@puff0o0 was so, so sweet and gave us kissing Simon’s gun and Simon with a cold partner

@fishsinsareacknowledged wrote about Simon destressing with you and hugging Simon

love this from @i-love-you-just-the-same, telling Simon “we’re getting married”

hi, dmitriene actually posted this as I was finishing up the masterlist so… it’s fresh!! Simon letting himself rest

and, from @leafavleo’s wonderful blog, push ups with Simon

please make sure to read content warnings (CW) and/or trigger warnings (TW)! your comfort comes first, check the fic before you read it<3

NSFW:

is it really a masterlist if I don’t include @codnasties? thought so, we’re indulging in a little Dom!Ghost taking care of his princess and CNC with Simon

@k6tzie gave us some CoD 🌽!links and Sub!Virgin!Ghost

we’re going to round back to tojisun! I might have a bias for their fics… maybe. listing them off in no particular order: DadBod!Simon Riley, Biker!Simon Riley, Simon bullying into you, Simon Riley’s breeding kink, loving sex, oral fixation, practicing for Simon and a follow up post - toji!!! love you, pookie<3

a GN! and Male!Reader writer, our beloved simonsrileyhusband again! Loser!Simon Riley x Older!Reader, Loser!Virgin!Simon, Loser!Simon Riley, Older!Simon, size kink, and sucking off Simon

hello, hello @simonrillleyyysss, we love Ghost on your period and (tbf it can be read as sfw, but it’s in nsfw just to cover my bases) sucking on Simon’s nipples

@simonriley09, smooches, Inexperienced!Simon Riley x Virgin!Reader and (specifically held off on reblogging just to put it in here first) public sex with Simon

back to simonbrain, Simon’s depraved and Simon and his harmless bird

OKAY. dante-mightdie popped off with Butcher!Simon Riley - can we make that clear? okay, Butcher!Simon Riley being a little gross, Butcher!Simon Riley taking you in the break room, camping with Butcher!Simon Riley, and Butcher!Simon Riley needs a hand

@yawnderu wrote a wonderful sex pollen fic

guess what… another sex pollen fic from @shotmrmiller

@lxvvie made my brain blue screen with grey sweatpants, little Lieutenant Riley, and it’s yours

we all clap and cheer, it’s @evilgwrl with Simon’s too big

@ghouljams… thanking you every day for Cerberus!Ghost

b-b-b- @bi-writes! mwah, Ghost doesn’t take his mask off

another one from @navybrat817 where Simon fucks you with the mask on

did someone say @dmitriene? I did! collaring Simon, Simon being gentle, and rough sex with Simon

big brain moment from @theorist-fox, Simon’s not a stallion in bed and I’m unwell for this

speaking of unwell, @lovelyghst wrote about his Jacob’s ladder

@lvrsrequ3st gave us Simon edges you

@girlyteengirlcore’s overstim with Simon fic, wonderful

Subtle Thirst by @blingblong55, tasty, yummy, scrumptious

@maskedbyghost’s fic where Simon recites his vows is so very good

so, we’re back to majinbangus… oh boy. Simon gets a bath and pulling Simon’s collar, but like, read through the series, I’m begging you

@nighttimealone wrote some humping with Simon, love to see it

“do you think you'll kill for me one day?” from @cherie-doll

@thedivinetexts gave us Simon sharing you with the 141

@khioneee wrote about Simon being too big and Simon’s voice

@beloveds-embrace wrote a little something, too heavy? never

@musouie wrote about how Simon begs

@konigsblog served up some Bull!Simon x Cow!Reader oh my god

and, last but certainly not least, an oral fixation from @fictionismyreality3

[yuurei20]

Is sebek racist? Only a fun question, do not take seriously

Hello hello! Thank you so much for this question, I have been so excited to discuss Sebek's speech patterns since Book 7 reached EN~🥳

Silver says outright that Sebek can be prejudiced at times and Lilia states in the beginning of Book 7 that Sebek is the very picture of his grandfather, from the way he talks to the way he thinks.

We as the players do not realize how literally he means this comment until later in Book 7 when we meet Baul Zigvolt and realize that their speech patterns have a lot in common:

While maybe difficult to put across in the English-language adaptation of the game, Sebek has always spoken very old fashioned.

(Ace: "Okay grandpa, you gonna take her for a buggy ride next?")

He will occasionally say "this Sebek" in reference to himself, which Baul also does. (They are also both canonically quite loud, possibly another trait that Sebek adopted from Baul).

Sebek will also infamously refer to others using the 貴様 form of "you," which doesn't really exist outside of fiction and is such a rude form that it is practically a swear word. More here ->

Sebek uses it constantly, in everyday conversation.

And see Baul using it in Book 7 just all the time, with everyone except his superiors such as Lilia and Maleanor (there is even a time he becomes very angry and uses it with the senate).

Also like Baul, Sebek will switch to the extremely old-fashioned and formal "kiden" to refer to people who have impressed him. More here ->

Sebek's battle cry of "I'll swallow you whole" even seems to come from Baul!

And another thing Baul did in Book 7: refer to Sebek as human rather than by his name until Sebek earned his respect, which we have also seen happen between Sebek and Azul.

(In a Nightmare Before Christmas voiceline Sebek refers to Zero as a ghost and then a dog, eventually settling on his name, while he refers to Jack Skellington as "Bones." Is Sebek not just calling out humans, but referring to everyone by what they are rather than who they are?*)

(Does he simply yell human more than "dog," "ghost," etc., because humans are the species we have seen him interact with the most? It was confirmed in the novels that mermaids, beast-people, etc., are all referred to as "human" within the Twst universe, which has yet to be confirmed by the game but also has yet to be disproved.)

Sebek also refers to Grim as "dire beast."

There is a significant moment where he shifts to calling both Grim and the prefect by their names in Book 7, which the prefect even has the option of acknowledging aloud: "Whoa, you called me by my name?"

In a Harveston sub-plot Sebek even refuses to use an honorific with Epel's grandmother Marja until she proves herself worth of his respect.

Silver calls Sebek out on his inappropriate use of "kisama," while both Riddle and Sebek scold him for referring to people as "humans."

Whereas Epel's rude speech patterns can be explained by how it is a part of the dialect he was raised to speak and therefore he doesn't know any better (more here ->) Sebek is consciously and intentionally speaking down to others until they prove themselves worthy--is this something he learned from Baul?

Sebek says that Baul provided him with "an enriching education," but what exactly did that education entail?

Lilia expresses frustration with Sebek's inability to adapt to society, but canonically Sebek has only been outside of Briar Valley for 6 months, while he's been emulating his grandfather for 16 years.

Lilia says that Sebek has always been close to Baul and Jamil has a line of, "When admiration goes too far, the consequences can be dire."

I always assumed this was meant to be about Malleus, and while it still might be, is it also a reference to Sebek's devoted imitation of his beloved grandfather?

And we can go even deeper if we want, though this goes into theoretical territory:

Sebek was born after Briarland had already fallen to its invaders, but he was raised in a community where the war is still living memory.

Baul fought to protect his home against those who overran the land, exploited its resources, labeled him a monster, and drove them all into a fraction of their former territory.

He remembers what Briarland was before it the invasion, he fought to save it, he failed, and he survived to help put what was left of the country back together.

And then his daughter married someone who is potentially a direct descendent of the very invaders who had spent years killing anyone who looked like him and destroying everything he'd known (with even his native language possibly disappearing: Sebek says that speakers are "somewhat rare" in modern day, as the fae have generally adopted Common as their language of choice).

Sebek: "This has been weighing on me ever since we entered Lilia's dream. That my own father's distant ancestors may very well have been involved in all this too..."

And due to the long lifespans of the fae he isn't the only one with trauma and loss that feels both recent and personal.

Sebek and his siblings were not raised amongst the offspring of those who survived the war but the literal survivors themselves, unlike the humans to whom the wars are ancient history.

Sebek: "You must remember: from Lilia, Grandfather, and Malleus's perspectives...the Dawn Knight is not likely someone they consider to belong to the 'distant past.'"

While not confirmed in-game, it is not too wild to imagine that Sebek has chosen to ally himself with the survivors rather the invaders, and especially when he has been raised to idolize Malleus, whose own mother they killed not very long ago by fae standards.

While humans have been reproducing and dying at such a rapid pace that the current generation might not know that dragons are real, the same fae that managed to escape the slaughter are still there, and are now being met with the people born of those who stole their country but to whom there doesn't seem to be much significance to it all beyond a chapter in a history book.

And that might all be very well tied up in Sebek's use of "human"! (Disclaimer: this is all just a personal analysis and one of many possible explanations!)

Not only does it seem to be a speech pattern that Sebek has adopted directly from the grandfather he adores (and from Lilia and Malleus, who are also known to refer to non-fae as "humans" and whom he idolizes), but it may also be a reminder both to himself and to everyone around that while he may be two worlds in one, he does not approve of those that tore apart the community he grew up in, lest someone wrongfully assume that he agrees with the actions of his human ancestors.

Which would make it a form of self-preservation while growing up in a predominantly fae area.

Sebek's speech patterns and behaviors might be serving as a way for him to assert his loyalty to the fae, the people whom he admires, identifies with and was raised by, and distance himself from the humans who tried to eradicate them.

(If Sebek’s mother brought his father to Briar Valley from somewhere else (possibly Sunset Savanna) as has been implied, it’s possible Sebek’s human lineage isn’t tied to the invaders at all, but this is still vague.)

*Sebek refers to Sally as "Sally" throughout the Halloween event, using her name without an honorific but at least using it, much like he did with Marja. He also chastises Trey for failing to offer his hand to Sally and help her to her feet when she falls to the ground. Does Sebek possibly have a chivalrous side, not dissimilar to Leona? Memo: must check.

[miupow]

[ 7:45 pm ] - c. seungcheol

── ★ [ 💭 ] NSFW, MDNI! pure smut, dom!cheol, sub!fem!reader, oral (f. rec), voyeurism + exhibitionism, jeonghan and joshua mention, nasty nasty filth. 700 words

based on a request from my beloved @the-quiet-nerd-guy ♡

“cheol, the door—!” you gasp, hand desperately grasping seungcheol’s hair as he nuzzled your breasts. he blinks his pretty brown eyes up at you, gaze soft as a caress, so lovestruck and innocent for his dirty actions; tired of your teasing, in a second he had pulled you through the door and folded in half on the mattress, his thick arms caging you flush against his chest and his rough hands quick in tearing you out of your clothes. with your body bare and your legs slung over his shoulders, seungcheol presses wet kisses across the flushed peaks of your tits, pink tongue peaking out to tease at your puffy nipples before skating across your hot skin. you tangle your fingers in the hairs at the base of his neck, whimpering desperately as he begins to mark his way down your chest and tummy with pretty purple bruises.

in his rush to get you alone seungcheol had left the door wide open, soft light from the living room shining and illuminating your figures. it was something he was often guilty of, and something you normally wouldn’t mind, but jeonghan and joshua sat just feet away on the couch, blissfully unaware of where seungcheol had dragged you off to and for why. you could hear their muffled voices chatting amongst themselves, too low to understand, and a surprisingly delicious thrill runs hot in your belly from the mischievous smirk seungcheol gives you in response to your whining.

“what about the door, honey?” he croons, deep voice dripping with poisonous honey. One of his big calloused hands sears a path down your trembling stomach to the soft swell of your hips, his pouty lips hot and heavy as they make their way down below your navel. his kisses were always overflowing with a tantalizing possessiveness, a sense of worship that overwhelmed you in the best way. you couldn’t control your pathetic keen of pleasure, tugging urgently at his hair as you throw your head back against the pillows— you desperately wanted to keep quiet, but it was impossible with how seungcheol so effortlessly flooded your body with red hot desire.

“cheol,” you cry out again, your rushed whispers squeaky and broken with arousal. “close the door, they’ll hear—!”

“and i what if i want them to?” seungcheol cuts you off, his head finally dipping down to nose at your soaking cunt, ghost the plush of his lips against your swollen clit. “want them to hear how good i give it to you… you’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? other men listening in on you getting fucked?”

seungcheol’s confession shoots through you like a shockwave, leaves your thighs trembling and your chest heaving— you had not an inkling of an idea that your sweet, gentle and protective boyfriend had such a nasty mind, would ever entertain even the thought of other men in witness to your pleasure… but the idea awakens an all-consuming fire in your belly, one that heats up your skin and drenches your core. “cheol—“ you cry out again, breathless and begging, your thoughts too fragmented to utter anything else except his name.

the long thick fingers that had been caressing over your hip slides down to rub sweet circles against your weeping clit, tease down between your folds to collect your dripping slick. “fuck, i knew you were a slut,” seungcheol hisses, dirty words juxtaposing his loving smile. “would you want them to watch, too? want them to watch you get treated like a whore?” he roughly kisses your clit, slips two of his fingers into your throbbing pussy. your walls clench around them instantly, the stretch nowhere near enough for the rising arousal clouding your senses. “my whore. all mine. let’s let them hear you scream for me, honey.”

his tongue meets his fingers fucking into your messy hole, the wet noises clashing with the ringing in your ears; you wail for release, your hand not tangled in seungcheol’s hair grasping at the bedsheets as your boyfriend begins to eat you out in earnest. you distantly hear the floorboards creak, adjacent to footsteps, and a sickeningly large part of you hopes that it’s jeonghan and joshua.

[quartzalynlove]

Puns

Pairing: smoke, scorpion, and sub zero x reader (separately)

Summary: telling bad puns about their powers to the Lin Kuei brothers

Warnings: none

A/N: so many thoughts about so many mk1 men

Smoke

You had been waiting to see Tomas all day. Both of your duties in the Lin Kuei so frequently keep you apart, and finding each other at the end of the day is a delight. Sometimes, before going home, the two of you would simply take in the sights at the grounds. It was well into winter, and snow was falling over the palace. In complete silence, you and Tomas held each other in your arms. As time passed you heard him sigh and looked up to see Tomas blink slowly. Placing a hand on his chest, you smiled softly before resting your arms around his neck.

"The cold always did make you tired, my dear." You swayed slowly in his arms.

Tomas' hands found your hips as he gazed at you lovingly, and speaking so softly. "We should go home and warm up, my love."

Smiling, you moved closer to Tomas until your lips ghosted the shell of his ear. You felt him exhale slowly against your chest while he held you tighter.

"Yes," you whispered. "But we shouldn't let the heat be too intense tonight. You know where there's smoke, there's fire."

You felt Tomas hesitate against you, his hands still on top of your back. Pulling back slightly, with an innocent smile, you his face and the curious crease between his brows.

"Did you seriously just say that?" He gave an incredulous laugh.

"What?" You feigned the sincerity of your answer, but your doubly wide smile always gave you away.

You couldn't help laughing due to the look Tomas was giving you, and he soon joined you. Huddling together from the cold, you began walking home.

"Your puns continue to get more and more ridiculous, my love." Tomas looked at you.

You looked back at him, feeling a warmth spread through you at the sight of the crinkled in the corners of his eyes. Smilling, you nuzzled into him further.

"They make you smile."

Scorpion

Ten minutes. That was all the time you had to steal Kuai Liang from his duties at work, but he was wasting that precious time. The man couldn't be taken away from the reports he scanned with that furrowed brow of his. Behind him you whined.

"Kuai Liang," you pouted, throwing yourself over his strong back. "Did you forget this was our time?"

He didn't mean to keep you waiting, the mission reports were just giving him extra stress to process for some reason.

"I'm sorry, my precious. I won't make you wait much longer."

But he did. It wasn't really Kuai Liang's fault, he was hardly paying attention to the time. However, only five minutes remained, and you couldn't bear to wait until the end of the day to be with him again.

Kicking you feet boredly in the corner, and idea came into your head. Your lips curled as you sprang to your feet, approaching Kuai Liang from behind. Quietly, you stepped closer to him until you could throw your arms around his torso. It was more like a hug from behind at first.

"Kuai Liang," you called again in a sing-song voice.

You knew that act on its own wouldn't get him to budge, so you began tugging him towards you playfully. The final pull, however, had a bit more strength to it.

"Get over here!" You commanded with the faintest rumble in your voice.

Kuai Liang found himself stumbling back, forcing him to grab onto you for support. You were laughing to yourself as he quickly realized you had pulled another one of your schemes. Giving in, he let his body relax against yours.

"Are you mocking me?" He chuckled, bringing a warm hand to cup your cheek.

"Mocking you? Why, beloved, I'd never." You gasped dramatically before a fit of laughter gave you away.

Not wasting anymore time, you brought your hands to Kuai Liang's chest, lingering only for a moment before you pulled him by his armor. The distance between your faces was closed, and you could practically taste his ashen kisses on your lips.

"Come here." You tugged him, impersonating your lover once more.

Sub Zero

Bi-Han was angry. Again. Although he would easily frighten most people with the frozen aura of his rage, he seemed to thaw whenever he lost his temper near you. Often you wondered if he was aware of it or not.

Although it was what he wanted, you wouldn't let Bi-Han find a quiet place for himself. The last thing he needed was to be alone to ponder his angered thoughts.

Quickly, you stood by Bi-Han as he stared out of your living room window with that signature scowl on his face, "Sweetheart, your brothers mean no harm." You said as softly as you could.

You had been trying to calm him for some time, but that seemed to do it. With a sharp sigh, Bi-Han finally started to relax, though still slightly upset. He turned away from the window, but did not look at you.

"It's just so frustrating when they don't realize what we could make the Lin Kuei."

Slowly now, you walked towards Bi-Han, carefully taking his hand in yours and placing the other on his chest. Finally, he looked at you, softening even more.

"Perhaps it would help all of you if you listened to them once in a while." You suggested.

Bi-Han broke your shared gaze once again, clearly against the idea. His hand started to grip yours, but you wouldn't let it, tracing slow circles on the back of his hand.

You smiled as you stared at the side of Bi-Han's face. "For a man able to wield ice, you do have such a fiery temper, my sweet."

Bi-Han halted as he registered your words. Then he looked back at you with such indifference in his face. Your lips twitched as you smiled, trying to hold back laughter. Taking his hand out of yours, Bi-Han turned, beginning to walk away from you.

"Puns at a time like this." He said more to himself than you.

Hopelessly, you tried to catch up with him, "Please, there's no need for the cold shoulder." You couldn't contain your laughter at that point.

Bi-Han kept walking, not even looking back at you. "I'm going to bed."

[gingerbloof]

sing for me (soft dom!astarion x fem sub!tav)

contents: 18+ ONLY, MDNI, anxiety, slight exhibitionism, oral (female recieving), fingering, unprotective p in v sex, creampie, precum, almost getting caught in the act, edging/orgasm denial, astartion being a little shit, sweet fluff at the end word count: 2,499

authors note: this is a lovely request from @koalamuffin, thank you so much, darling! i hope you enjoy! sorry it took so long waa ;-;

lots of these quotes are from my prompt list! if you’d like to request one of your own, or come up with your own that you’d like, my asks are currently open!

“Astarion…” You groaned in a whisper, trying desperately not to make too much noise.

It had only been five minutes since you’ve come to bed with Astarion in his tent. You just wanted to sleep to get ready for another long day in the Shadow Cursed Lands tomorrow, but he had other plans.

Within moments of you entering his tent and laying down next to him, an innocent cuddle soon turned into him gripping your breasts mercilessly, swiping his nimble thumbs over your hardened peaks through your shirt. You found yourself subconsciously grinding your ass against his already rock hard cock, trying to make some friction.

Your face was flushed a deep red and your breathing was low and heavy, eventual whimpers escaping your lips. A dark chuckle left your beloved as he drug his sharp fangs along the pulse point of your neck, making you yelp and clasp a hand over your mouth.

He crawled on top of you, pushing your leg to the side with his, getting between your legs. You shuddered as one of his hands trailed down your sternum and just above the waistline of your small clothes. You gripped his hand, stopping him. He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, a worried expression on his beautiful face.

“Shall I stop, darling?” He asked, concerned.

His words made your heart soar. He always made sure you were comfortable, no matter how turned on you both were. “N-No, don’t stop… I just don’t want anyone hearing…” You whispered, gesturing over to the campfire. Lae’zel, Wyll, and Shadowheart circled around it on their bedrolls, sleeping peacefully. A wicked smirk grew on his face as he took your wrist and pinned it above your head, staring deeply into your being with his almost glowing red eyes. He scoffed at your remark as he leaned down toward you once more, his lips ghosting yours.

“Please, darling. It’s not like they haven’t heard you before,” He purred softly. His lips brushed against yours with every word he spoke, cold air hitting you. 

You were about to object when he suddenly slipped his hand under your small clothes, running his middle digit up your slit to part your lips. You held your hand over your mouth once again, struggling not to make any noise. He growled softly as he felt your arousal drench his finger. He pulled his hand away briefly, making you whine. He brought the digit in between his lips and sucked on it, tasting your slick. He groaned as he tasted it, closing his eyes. Seeing how obsessed with how you tasted always got you riled up, but the way he savored it in this moment, moaning around his own finger sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, your arousal now sticking between your thighs.

He pulled his finger away and sighed blissfully. “Delicious…” He whispered breathlessly. You flushed at his words and pressed your thighs together in embarrassment, looking away shyly. You felt his icy fingertips on your chin as he turned your head to face him, clicking his tongue.

“Ah, ah, ah, no… Look at me,” He purred softly. You held his gaze as he slowly kissed down your body, leaving gentle nips along the way. “Gods, you are intoxicating… You truly were made just to ruin me, darling,” He trailed down your body, kissing down your stomach until he reached your hips. He took the waistband of your small clothes in between his teeth and pulled them down. You trembled as you lifted your hips so they could slide off of you. You glanced over at the campfire once again, making sure no one was waking up.

Astarion took hold of your chin again, bringing you back to the present. “Darling, keep those pretty eyes on me, hm?,” He said softly. You whimpered at his words and nodded, watching him intently.

You nibbled on your bottom lip in anticipation, your face beet red and your chest heaving. You were tired of him torturing you, you needed him now.

 He chuckled at your state then gazed between your legs. Your arousal was very apparent; the sweet sticky liquid dripping from you and staining the bedroll underneath you. He hummed in approval and kissed down each thigh gently, starting just below your knees and making his way down agonizingly slowly. 

Your breath hitched as he kissed the soft flesh and bucked your hips, hoping to meet your lower lips with his. He chuckled once again, grabbing your hips and forcing them down to keep you still. 

“Desperate, are we?” He purred, smirking up at you. You shamelessly nodded, trying to buck your hips once again. “Please…” You whispered, feeling yourself clench around nothing. The emptiness inside you was too much to bear. He hummed, thinking to himself. “Beg,” He said nonchalantly as he started to back away from you, not giving you anything until you obeyed him.

You looked at him hungrily, your eyebrows furrowed and nibbling once again on your lip. He let out a long frustrated sigh as he gazed at you.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know what that does to me, pet.” He whispered in a growl, a smirk growing on his face. “How do you expect me to give you what you want if you don’t ask, hm?”

You whined as you threw your head back in frustration. “Astarion… Please… Taste me. Taste all of me, I want your tongue…” You whimpered, spreading your sex open for him and revealing your wetness. He gazed upon your cunt and licked his lips. His eyes shot back up to you and smirked wider, revealing his pearly white fangs.

“Good girl.”

He made no hesitation to lower his mouth to your sex, placing a soft kiss on your clit before gliding his tongue against your twitching entrance to your clit, swirling his tongue around you. You arch your back and bite your knuckle, gasping softly. You made sure to glance every now and then over to the camp while he was busy lapping you to double check to see if anyone had woken up. 

He took your clit between his lips and sucked gently, flicking his tongue along it while it was in his mouth. An icy cold finger soon found your entrance and pushed in very shallowly, only to his first knuckle. You breathed heavy, trying your best not to make any noise. You held hard eye contact with Astarion as he continued to torture you with his tongue and finger, his dark red orbs piercing into you.

All of a sudden he pushed his finger into you and curled it, immediately pushing against your special spot. You gasped loudly and that’s when you heard it, a groggy noise coming from Wyll. You sat up abruptly, keeping your eye on him as he sat up from his bedroll, which was facing away from you. You had woken him up…

“What in the Hells was that…” Wyll asked himself, scratching the back of his head and looking around.

Astarion sat up with you and pressed his palm tightly against your mouth, glaring at you hungrily. His finger continued to pump in and out of you slowly, making your legs shake. The feeling of him finger fucking you mixed with the anxiety of getting caught in the act was a brutal feeling. And it excited Astarion beyond belief.

He was quick to add another finger when Wyll stood, grunting and stretching as he watched the campfire, completely oblivious.

“Mmh…” You moaned against Astarion’s hand and he leaned in toward your ear, whispering. “Sshh… You don’t want to wake everyone, do you?” You shook your head, daring not to make another sound. You both watched Wyll as he sauntered around camp for a few moments, looking to see if he could find the source of the sound that had awoken him. Astarion’s pace quickened every time he got closer to the tent, torturing your needy cunt and trying to get you to make a sound. You shut your eyes tightly and desperately tried to focus on anything but the pleasure you were receiving.

Astarion saw how hard you were trying to keep quiet and smiled sweetly at you, whispering once again in your ear to praise you. “Very, very good, darling…” Your breath slightly hitched, causing Wyll to turn around once again, a curious look on his face. Astarion stopped his pace on you abruptly. 

“Quiet. Now.” He whispered, a slight growl in his voice. He pressed his palm to your mouth tighter as Wyll decided to awaken Shadowheart and Lae’zel. He quickly explained to them that he had heard strange noises and thought they should investigate. The two women groaned as they lazily started gearing up and headed towards the forest, to investigate something they would never find.

Astarion slowly withdrew his hand from your face and you sighed in relief. You looked at him and giggled softly. “That was close…” You said, another pent up sigh leaving you. He chuckled darkly as he pushed you onto your back once again, crawling between your legs. “You’ve got to be more careful, dear…” He purred. “But no matter, now you get to sing as loud as you want.”

He quickly rid himself of his pants, revealing his almost painfully hard cock. Precum dripped from the tip and the delicious vein running up the side of his shaft was throbbing.

You felt your mouth start to water at the sight, starting to reach for it. He took your hand and pinned it to your side, shaking his head. “No, no, dear… This is about you,” He smiled devilishly down at you. He pulled back slightly to line his fingers up with your entrance once again, teasing you by shallowly fucking you with them. 

“Now, remind me, if you will… What is it you wanted, again?” He smirked. He loved hearing you beg, it assured him that you trusted him enough to control your pleasure. Just the fact alone that you entrusted him with that was enough to make his cock throb violently.

You whined, refusing to put up a fight this time because the heat in your core was almost painful. You wanted nothing more than for him to make you come over and over again. “Please, my love… I need your fingers inside me. I want you so bad… Please.” Suddenly he was knuckle deep inside you, mercilessly curling his fingers up and against your g spot. You moaned softly, knowing your party could still hear you if you were too loud. 

This made Astarion growl in frustration, his pace quickening inside you. His thumb moved up to rub your clit gently.

“Louder, pet. Sing for me,” He purred, honey dripping from his words. Your frustration was too intense to argue, so you let out a slightly louder moan. “A-Astarion…!” A successful laugh bubbled from his throat, quickly moving down your body to replace the thumb on your clit with his mouth once again. 

“Yes… Louder.”

Your moans and whimpered crescendoed as you felt your core tighten, your orgasm quickly approaching. Suddenly, he slowed his movements on you, earning him a frustrated groan from you. “No, no, no… Not yet, my love,” He purred. “You don’t get to come until my cock is deep inside you, do you understand?” You looked down at him with a scowl on your face, beet red flushed your entire face and creeped down your neck and you were lightly sweating. You were done playing his little games. 

“Then give me your cock, godsdammit!” You whined loudly, your chest heaving. His eyes widened and he chuckled. “Ah, so the pup has a bite after all, hm? Alright… I suppose you’ve been good enough,” He said, withdrawing his fingers and sitting on his knees between your legs. 

He took his cock and smeared your overflowing juices on his tip, lubing himself up. He lined himself up with your clenching entrance, hissing through his teeth. You watched him intensely, your breath hitching at every movement he made. He looked at you with hungry, half lidded eyes as he slowly rolled his hips, pushing just the tip inside. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the delicious stretch of him as he pushed further and further into you. He sighed blissfully as he became fully sheathed inside you, enjoying your warmth for a moment before he quickly thrust himself in and out of you, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the quiet night.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. You breathlessly whimpered, choked out moans eventually passing your lips, not caring about the volume anymore. He grunted as he laid wet sloppy kisses on your neck, gently grazing the soft skin with his fangs, not enough to draw any blood however. “That’s it, darling… Just like that,: He purred in your ear, reaching down and rubbing your clit as he continued to thrust deeply into you, reaching places you didn’t even know existed. 

Your core tightened again at his praise. You clenched tightly around him, earning you a growled “Fuck…” from him. Your vision blurred and your body tensed as your orgasm quickly approached again. “A-Astarion, please… I need to come, please!” You pleaded, lightly scratching at his back and being mindful of his scars. He moaned as his hips started to stutter and become uneven. “Gods… Yes, darling,” He growled. “Come with me, my sweet. Be my good girl and come with me.”

Your legs trembled with the intensity of an earthquake as your orgasm clashed through your body. You gripped onto him tightly as your eyes squeezed shut, a mix between a moan and a scream escaping you. You drenched his hips with your come as he filled you with his, a loud moan leaving him as well. You both bathed in the afterglow for a few moments, panting and gripping onto each other. He pulled away slightly to look at you and cup your cheek, which was damp with sweat. You opened your eyes to look at him, tears formed at the corners of your eyes and a little drool dripping from your mouth. He chuckled and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“Look at you, such a pretty little mess…” He said softly with his usual honeyed voice. You giggled shyly and pecked the tip of his beautiful nose. “Y-Your fault,” You mumbled breathlessly. He chuckled once again and slowly pulled out of you, looking down at his masterpiece, smiling. 

He flopped down next to you on his back and you curled up to him, mumbling a soft “I love you…” as you fell asleep on his chest. He smiled and quickly grabbed a blanket, covering you both and pressed another kiss to your head.

“I love you too, darling. Now rest… We have a long day tomorrow.”

[13rurururi]

♥︎ "my boyfriend is a two-faced liar" (geto suguru x reader)

To an outsider, Suguru seems like the most gentle and doting boyfriend. Little do they know, he's quite the rough brat-tamer behind closed doors, and you're left to handle his harsh punishments like the good girl you are.

pairing: Geto Suguru x Female! Reader

cw/s: 18+, degradation, dirty talk, pussy slapping, vaginal sex, fingering, mirror sex, suguru is possessive, dom! suguru, sub! reader, cockwarming, nicknames (princess & baby), etc.

a/n: everyone is aged-up

Suguru is the sweetest boyfriend.

You are merrily walking side-by-side in the boisterous streets of Shibuya. Bashfully, he gingerly clasps his hand on yours, keeping you snuggled right beside him. He treats you to your favorite meals and buys you numerous gifts in your beloved date spots — cafés, parks, and shopping malls — all the while taking pictures of your giddy, smiling face.

He nuzzles his face on the crown of your head and softly kisses your cheeks 'til they're blushing red. He offers you his jacket when you feel cold, and he laughs heartily at how it loosely drapes around your adorable figure.

When the sun prepares to set, he walks you home, letting you blabber and giggle about anything on your mind. He's a good listener, and you feel truly loved by your dearest Suguru.

As you near your house, however, the softness of his eyes gradually dissipates into a darkening stare. You feel yourself shrink under the intensity of his perusal, and your words falter until it's silent. You're at the entrance of your home, and Suguru doesn't bid you goodbye; instead, he towers over your figure, firmly grabbing your waist under his jacket that flutters around your frame.

He doesn't bid you goodbye — instead, he hoists you up his shoulder and brings you to your bedroom without uttering a word.

After all, Suguru is a two-faced bastard.

Now, as you limply flail over his broad shoulder, he mercilessly trails his cold fingers up-and-down your inner thighs, purposefully ghosting a thumb over your aching pool of arousal.

"You think you can just flirt with anyone like a whore, huh?" With his harshly spat words came a whine-inducing slap on your ass, eliciting a broken whimper from your parted lips. He carries you with ease, as if you weighed nothing to his well-trained, muscular form. Without missing a beat, Suguru pins you down on your bed, nearly burying you in your thick duvet.

"I wasn't flirting! He—he asked me for directions, that's all—" Your attempt at explaining yourself to your agitated lover is interrupted by two thick fingers shoved into your mouth, making you uncontrollably salivate on Suguru's rough digits.

"You could've ignored him, but you talked to him like a slut desperate to get all her holes stuffed full," he berates you in a deep rumble, keeping his fingers in your gurgling mouth despite your desperate effort to move his burly arm. On instinct, you feel your jaw clamp down on your boyfriend's fingers, making him faintly yelp at the prick of your teeth on his skin.

Realizing what you have done, you gape at Suguru with a frantic look in your widened eyes. "Suguru, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

Rip!

The resounding tear of your dress envelops the room, and you feel goosebumps travel across your bare skin — both from the cool air and the sharp, lust-filled glower of your boyfriend's eyes.

Geto takes a step away from the bed, taking a moment to admire your depraved, squirming figure. You didn't wear any underwear; after all, he had requested (borderline demanded) you to do so, and who are you to deny your sweet, sweet lover?

Feeling a vulnerable coolness prick at your bare skin, you cross your legs together as you clumsily try to shield your perky nipples with Suguru's jacket that you're still sporting. Geto dives back into your bed, his sudden weight causing you to lightly jump and jiggle in all the right places.

Fuck, he's getting so hard. He'd usually succumb to your sensual whimpers, but his pretty girl needs to pay for her mistakes. He releases a huff of air through his nostrils as he latches his palms onto your bare midriff, repositioning you to sit on his lap with your back against his sculpted chest.

Spreading your legs in a torturously slow manner, you feel his lips subtly move against your ear as he gravelly mutters, "You know who you belong to, right?"

Your whimper is cut short by him twisting his figure to directly face both your bodies towards a full-length mirror near your bedside table. Such a mirror is an essential prop to multiple cute couple selfies you make Suguru take with you.

You recall taking a romantic picture with him just this morning prior to your date. In the photo, you were carelessly leaning on his well-defined chest while Suguru snaked a strong arm around your waist — both of your faces were alight in joy and evident infatuation for one another. It's your favorite portrait taken with him yet.

Now, as you tearily gaze at your wet, bare cunt spread wide open by your supposedly gentle lover's calloused fingers, you realize that your innocent mirror may soon become tainted by your boyfriend's darker desires. You have no time to ponder further, for Suguru hastily buries two digits deep into your squelching pussy.

Instantaneously, your moans begin to penetrate the sex-filled air, urging Suguru to move his digits quicker. His motions are fluid, precise, and merciless as he manages to hit the spot that makes you arch your body in pure bliss.

Grabbing your chin with one hand, he forces your gaze back to your sinful caricature in the mirror. He relentlessly pumps his fingers in-and-out of your tight hole, coating your slit and sensitive clit with a thin sheen of your wetness.

"My slut — you're my slut, my pretty little cumdump," he gruffly mutters from behind you as he suddenly ceases his ministrations, entirely removing his coated digits from inside you.

The abrupt loss of stimulation made you wiggle on his lap, begging for relief in a shrill, blissed-out voice. "Suguru, please touch me!"

The last intonation of your desperate plea is unconsciously relayed in a scream when Geto roughly brings his palm down on your sobbing pussy, slapping you into a flutter of pain and hedonism.

"Nngh! Mmh!" You're left with no ounce of coherence as Suguru continuously strikes your sensitive pussy lips in a consistent and devilishly harmonious tempo. Your euphoric melody accompanies each slap, slap, slap perfectly — together, you compose a depraved symphony that Suguru regards as his favorite tune.

Soon, Suguru grows satisfied with your obscene reflection on the now-corrupted looking glass. He nudges your limp head to urge you to see, and you can't help but lightly twitch in building arousal at your state: your legs are wide open and limp across your boyfriend's lap; your pussy is fully exposed, revealing a mess of reddish skin and glistening cum; finally, you look at your lover's face on the reflection — the lustful haze is yet to clear, and you know he still has plans for you.

"Think you deserve my cock now, baby?"

The dark undertone of his usually calm voice makes you swallow your anxious anticipation. Tilting your head to face him, you gingerly peck his cheek in an unspoken submission; and you stare into his eyes with a look you know makes him relent and tirelessly please you all night.

"Can I please have your cock, Suguru?"

Blinking your eyes in innocent seduction, you drag your fingers across his clothed chest, trailing down to unbutton his dress shirt. You stop your movements right above your boyfriend's throbbing member, unlatching the buttons of his pants, which makes Suguru shakily sigh in short-lived relief.

"Please, Suguru?"

With a low groan, Suguru maneuvers your frame to face him, sitting you down on his erect cock. He makes you shed off your remaining garments — his jacket — and gives you the illusion of control as he sits back and watches you remove his clothes with clammy fingers.

Your fleeting sense of boldness disperses into air once the two of you are entirely bare. Your sudden shyness makes Suguru chuckle at you mockingly, and he runs his rough palms from your hips to your breasts, toying with your pert nipples by pinching them with his thumb and index finger.

You instinctively rub your body against his in response, yearning to be wholly engulfed by his warmth. Seeing you so desperate in your lewd display, Suguru decides to give you just that.

"Then take all of it, princess."

Wrapping his hands around your arched waist, he hovers your sopping cunt right above his fully-erect cock, and as if you were his ragdoll to play with, he brings you down on his entire length without an ounce of warning.

An explosion of sensual moans, breaths, and the beat of skin-on-skin permeates your bedroom. You ground yourself by latching your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his loose man-bun. You occasionally tug his locks, and such an action makes him release a short, pitched moan that only heightens your excitement.

Suguru watches your connecting bodies with dilated pupils, his movements slowly becoming sloppier with your gradual approach to release.

"You're fucking sucking me in, baby," his breathy words of humiliation make you subconsciously squeeze his length even more. "You're so damn cock-hungry for me, huh? Only for me, right?"

You rapidly nod to appease your boyfriend, for you feel as if you have been stripped of all sense due to the overflowing pulse of pleasure coursing through your veins. Geto's cock stuffs you full with each thrust, and his ruddy head manages to hit your g-spot each time. Your warm walls twitch when his cock leaves you, only to cry out in a painful stretch when he enters you in the next beat.

You feel Suguru's fingers slip from your waist — either due to a layer of sweat or his approaching climax — and you press your lips together to muffle a particularly loud whine when he circles a finger on your bulging clit. The combined actions of your surprisingly impatient lover accelerate your build-up to release. Then, suddenly—

"Suguru!" Your shrill yelp of pleasure indicates the arrival of your climax, and it was romantically simultaneous with Suguru's own release. Your vision blurs and is momentarily overtaken by a bright light before you regain consciousness once again.

Panting and grunting faintly, he sits you down on his half-hardened length. To your surprised contentment, he brings you closer to him as he fully embraces your limp and sensitive frame, sensually kissing your forehead.

You still need to get used to Suguru's abrupt switches from a sweet and loving boyfriend to a domineering bastard that leaves you fucked senseless, and vice versa.

Regardless, you embrace him as well, and you hum in hazy satisfaction when he rubs gentle circles on your lower back. You know you'll spend the rest of the evening cock-warming him as he listens to your hushed stories. If you're lucky, you may get him to share some of his tales, as well.

In the end, your boyfriend Suguru truly is a two-faced bastard; however, your exciting days of eruptive pleasure always end in tender kisses and embraces.

"I love you," he whispers in your ear, and it feels like the universe silences itself to make way for his meaningful declaration.

Truly, you wouldn't want it any other way.

a/n: Here I am once again with Suguru brainrot. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one — he's such a complex character, you know? Reblogs and notes would be appreciated! ☆

[kinascum]

GUILTY AS SIN? - M. STURNIOLO

WARNINGS: RELIGIOUS METAPHORS, edging, male masturbation, sub!matt, use of, goddess/mistress, don’t like don't read xoxo

A/N:this is one of my favorite works, I'm fucking so happy that it's my 500 FOLLOWER fic, thank you so much everyone, I love you all.

"my bedsheets are ablaze, i screamed his name..."

Matt's skin prickled with anticipation as he approached the altar. The air was thick with the smell of incense and candle wax, and the flickering flames cast shadows on the walls. He laid down and closed his eyes, feeling the heat of her breath on his face as she asked him to say the prayers she usually says. As he began to pray, he felt a surge of energy coursing through his body, a heat that traveled all across his bed like a fire. But just as quickly, his hand was pulled away and the feeling was gone, replaced by a deep sense of longing and frustration. He knew he could never attain the ultimate release he craved, not while he worshipped his goddess. Agony ripped through his throat as he screamed out the name of his goddess with all his might, his voice pleading for mercy and release from the unrelenting punishment that he was enduring.

The searing pain in his throat was almost unbearable, but he kept on shouting, hoping that his cries would reach the divine ears of his beloved deity and she would take pity on him

."...building up like waves, crashing over my grave..."

Matt had been yearning for a release from his agony for what seemed like an eternity. His mistress had been subjecting him to unbearable suffering, and he had been pleading with her to let him let go. He had been praying fervently, hoping to be heard by his higher power. Every moment felt like a lifetime, and he whispered to himself that his pleas would eventually reach his deity, and he would be granted the relief he so desperately craved.

As he stood there, gazing up at his mistress, he suddenly heard her voice. It was like nothing he had ever heard before - beautiful, yet ominous at the same time. It was as if a pure, divine creature was singing to him. The sound flowed through him, filling him with a sense of relief that he had never experienced before. He felt his chest heave with emotion as he finally let go of all his held-back tears and agony, as he began to chant his gratitudes to the sky - to the goddess that he knew was watching over him from above. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment that he would never forget.

"...Without ever touching his skin, how can I be Guilty as Sin?"

The sensation of her touch lingered like a ghost, but he could never quite feel it. He yearned for his goddess to appear and envelop him in her embrace, amplifying the euphoria he felt. He begged and pleaded for her to reveal herself, to let her hands glide over his skin and intensify his state of bliss. However, despite his fervent prayers, she remained elusive, leaving Matt with only the memory of her touch.

Matthew found himself in a state of inner turmoil, wondering if the situation he was in was a form of punishment for his past wrongdoings. His hands were clenched tightly around his bedsheets as he struggled to maintain his composure in front of the divine figure before him, who seemed to possess an all-seeing gaze. He couldn't help but wonder how he could be held accountable for sins he had not committed, and how he could be considered guilty without ever having laid a hand on his goddess' golden, sun-kissed skin.

THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

warning // nsfw link

imagine mingyu doing this to you. like after fucking you that makes you delirious and making you squirt at the same time is 🤌🤌

link to the video

tw: dom!mingyu, sub fem!reader, squirting, multiple creampies, pussy slapping, use of the word whore, fingering, mating press, just pure filth tbh

@onlymingyus @junkissed @bitchlessdino @idyllic-ghost @strawberryya @duhnova

"Jesus fucking Christ, Gyu!"

That's what you're able to scream when your beloved whore of a boyfriend blows another load in your cunt, letting it gush out of your hole in a thick, stark white line.

Once he slips his cock out, you're violently squirting all over your ass and thighs, soaking the sex towel for the third time in a row.

"Fuck sweetie, your pussy is godly" Mingyu moans out loud, rapidly slapping the tip of his shaft over your cunt, forcing you to squirt more of your juices, your mouth spewing a string of whiny moans with each spurting of your cum.

"Babe you're cumming so hard and we've barely been fucking for what, two hours?" he taps his cock on your clit again, enjoying the way your legs are squirming.

"Two hours is t-too little for you? Are you that insatiable, Gyu?" you pant, trying to regain your composure, but your brain turns into putty when he slams his cock inside you again, writhing on the couch from sensitivity.

"I got a leave from the office today, remember? Or have I already fucked you dumb enough I've turned your brain off?" he leans over you, pressing your legs flat on your chest in mating press, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips.

Mingyu resumes his thrusts even hungrier than before, his hands keeping your legs in place, dick bullying your sweet spot over and over again.

"G-Gyu, y-you- fuck, your cock is so g-good to my pussy, shit, fuck me more!" you grip his forearms, begging him to be rougher.

"Fuck, you're gripping me like a vice, you're such a whore for me, baby" his moans come out deeper and cut-off, his pelvis slapping against your wet skin, chasing another high.

Mingyu's body stills on top of you, his thick cock filling up your pussy with another creamy load of cum, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face as he juts his hips one more time before sliding out, eyes fixated on your pussy squeezing it out again.

"I'm so obsessed with your pussy, love, you have no idea" he slides one finger inside you, thrusting it slowly to make you pump out more of his cum, "It looks even prettier when it's messy"

"A-And then you call me the w-whore" your hips lurge upwards, feeling yourself breaking down again soon.

"Me being a whore doesn't cancel out the fact that you're a whore for my dick, Y/N" he slaps your pussy once and you yelp, squirting again, almost ruining the towel underneath you.

Mingyu grasps on this opportunity and starts slapping your cunt repeatedly, the rough pads of his fingers coming in contact with your clit and outer lips four times in a row, rubbing them harshly, bending your pussy to his will and making it flood again, a fresh layer of your wet slick covering your skin.

You lay on the couch, barely able to speak and panting like you finished running on a marathon.

"You're already tired, baby?" Mingyu giggles, running his hand over his abs, palming his cock.

"What....what do you think, genius?" you run your hand through your hair, sweat forming on your forehead.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm willing to give you time to recover...." he towers over your body, leaning into your ear.

"We have all day long ahead of us and I'm nowhere near done with you and your pretty pussy."

[wrishwrosh]

hey, i find your posts about historical fiction pretty interesting, do you have any recs?

anon this is the most beautiful and validating ask i have ever received. absolutely of COURSE I have recs. not gonna be a lot of deep cuts on this list but i love all of these books and occasionally books do receive awards and acclaim because they are good. in no particular order:

the cromwell trilogy by hilary mantel. of course i gotta start with the og. it’s 40 million pages on the tudor court and the english reformation and it will fundamentally change you as a person and a reader

(sub rec: the giant, o’brien by hilary mantel. in many ways a much shorter thematic companion to the cromwell trilogy imo. about stories and death and embodiment and the historical record and 18th century ireland. if you loved the trilogy, read this to experience hils playing with her own theories about historical fiction. if you are intimidated by the trilogy, read this first to get a taste of her prose style and her approach to the genre. either way please read all four novels ok thanks)

lincoln in the bardo by george saunders. the book that got me back into historical fiction as an adult. american history as narrated by a bunch of weird ghosts and abraham lincoln. chaotic and lovely and morbid.

the everlasting by katy simpson smith. rome through the ages as seen by a medici princess, a gay death-obsessed monk, and an early christian martyr. really historically grounded writing about religion and power, and also narrated with interjections from god’s ex boyfriend satan. smith is a trained historian and her prose slaps

(sub rec: free men by katy simpson smith. only a sub rec bc i read it a long time ago and my memory of it is imperfect but i loved it in 2017ish. about three men in the woods in the post revolutionary american south and by virtue of being about masculinity is actually about women. smith did her phd in antebellum southern femininity and motherhood iirc so this book is LOCKED IN to those perspectives)

a mercy by toni morrison. explores the dissolution of a household in 17th century new york. very different place and time than a lot of morrison’s bigger novels but just as mean and beautiful

(sub rec: beloved by toni morrison. a sub rec bc im pretty sure everyone has already read beloved but perhaps consider reading it again? histfic ghost story abt how the past is always here and will never go away and loves you and hates you and is trying to kill you)

an artist of the floating world by kazuo ishiguro. my bestie sir kazuo likes to explore the past through characters who, for one reason or another (amnesia, dementia, being a little baby robot who was just born yesterday, etc), are unable to fully comprehend their surroundings. this one is about post-wwii japan as understood by an elderly supporter of the imperial regime

(sub rec: remains of the day by kazuo ishiguro. same conceit as above except this time the elderly collaborator is incapable of reckoning with the slow collapse of the system that sheltered him due to britishness.)

the pull of the stars by emma donoghue. donoghue is a strong researcher and all of her novels are super grounded in their place and time without getting so caught up in it they turn into textbooks. i picked this one bc it is a wwi lesbian love story about childbirth that made me cry so hard i almost threw up on a plane but i recommend all her histfic published after 2010. before that she was still finding her stride.

days without end by sebastian barry. this one is hard to read and to rec bc it is about the us army’s policy of genocide against native americans in the 19th century west as told by an irish cavalry soldier. it is grim and violent and miserable and also so beautiful it makes me cry about every three pages. first time i read it i was genuinely inconsolable for two days afterwards.

this post is long as hell so HONORABLE MENTIONS: the amazing adventures of kavalier & clay by michael chabon, the western wind by samantha harvey, golden hill by frances spufford, barkskins by annie proulx, postcards by annie proulx, most things annie proulx has written but i feel like i talk about her too much, the view from castle rock by alice munro, the name of the rose by umberto eco, tracks by louise erdrich

[cybercanibalism]

[DNI: MINORS & 25+ CISHET NUDES/SEXTING TRANSPHOBIA MISSGENDERING RACISM FATPHOBIA AND ANYTHING NON-CONSENSUAL]

1. INTRO IN ENGLISH:

Dexiaure/Dex/Dexie, Donnie, Demian, Dann, Na or Mein.

🐺🐾 Maned Wolf Cub (Aguará Guazú) & Calupoh WolfDog!!

🐱❄️ Snow Leopard (Panthera Uncia) & Nebelung Cat (Felis Catus)!!

Names you can use with me

(🐺🐾) Tell me puppy, little wolf, wolf, pup, dog, claws, tail, pussyboy or doggy ^_^!

(🐱❄️) Tell me kitten, feline, meow meow, prrrrrince, pussycat, spot or paws ^0^!

(🧛🏻🩸) Tell me sir, mister, master, fangs, count, general, mr. hunter, my owner, boss, lord or king! /For Dom!

(🦦🧃) Tell me little one, pretty, little fangs, good boy, honey, sunshine, little horns, little sun or my beloved boy /For sub!

(🚷🩹) Tell me piggy, sick, piece of trash, shit, slut, whore, bitch, asshole, stupid, lunatic, toy, filthy boy, donkey or dirty boy. /For humiliate!

(💉🥩) Tell me vamp, bat, little vampire, little bat, devil, crow, bloody, shadow, void, sharky, dino guy, ghost, corpse, dead, spider, ratman, mr. d, snake, dragon, monster or foxy. /For others!

In the multiverse of (fictional) personalities, I am also a demon, a vampire and others (💉🥩)

19 y.o. Switch with Dom lean, voyeur, sadomasochist, rigger, probably caregiver, brat tamer, degraded, nd (audh), ftm androgynous (ambiguous and versatile gender expression), polyamorous t4t lean (but in the end it doesn't matter what gender it is) & CHILEAN 🇨🇱 I SPEAK SPANISH, I'M SORRY FOR THE BAD TRANSLATIONS (/^\).

Alternative, emo, scene, gothic, punk, visual kei, cybergoth, etc. (I don't look like one, but I love subcultures).

2. INSTEREST:

hannibal, dexter, true crime, heavy metal, sharks, dinosaurs, neurodivergences, mental disorders/psychiatry, movies/series of everything except comedies or musicals, fanfic, webtoon, manga/manhwua/manhua, anime, collecting tiny things, serial killers, dance, art, poetry/writing, full bdsm, philosophy, thinking, and more.

Clarifications: My kinks and everything posted on this blog, do not mean that it is something necessary to do with my play partner, if my partner had hard limits regarding some of my kinks, I would respect him above all, the same if they are TW, I would also avoid bringing up the subject. For me, too, everything is valid from mutual consent, even CNC, consent is required. So if the relationship is not SSC, then I would be very concerned, first of all, about talking, respecting and understanding, okay? Do we understand each other? Very good, good boy/girl/dog/thing!

MORE KINKS, TAGS & BOUNDARIES UNDER THE CUT

3. KINKS:

Wax play, gun play, knife play, blood play, with sharp things, with whips, bandages, gags, harnesses, chains, ropes, collars, handcuffs, etc.

Sensory deprivation, spanking, T4T, bondage, self-bondage, kinbaku, role-playing, orgasm control, breath control, erotic asphyxiation, light CBT (genital torture), discipline, sadism, masochism, praise, humiliation and degradation (between light and severe), light primal play, human furniture, dehumanization, mummification, intox (alcohol, weed), maybe hypno/somno, anal stimulation, etc.

Protocol domination/submission, Master/slave, Owner/pet (petplay), power games, God/devotee, etc.

Hands, gas masks/monsters/demons/animals, latex, rubber, vore/cannibalism, hybristophilia, choking/strangling, monsterfuckers, biting, sucking, marking, hair pulling, size difference, spit/drool, double penetration, skin pinching, face fucking, rub, four legs, scratch, blows, blowjob, kiss without tongue (preferably), growl, grunt, non-penetrative sex, bathe and be bathed in a tub, sex in the dark, etc.

Kidnapping, murder, boss/employee, religious, royalty and servants/subjects, vampires, demons, monsters, unhealthy obsession, mafia, hot nerd, etc.

4. HARD AND SOFT BOUNDARIES:

Soft boundaries: Extreme CBT, Golden Shower, CNC, Foot Worship, Extreme Torture, Exhibitionism as Humiliation, Nipple Torture, Extreme pain, Ageplay, Age Gap... I can't think of any more at the moment.

HARD boundaries: Coprophilia/scat, zoophilia, exhibitionism, genital torture towards me, genital worship for both myself and another person, nudes, sexting, pedophilia, forced feminization, missgender, bodily fluids, pregnancy, incest... I can't think of any more.

[Clarifications: soft boundaries. Extreme CBT and golden showers are only towards the other person, definitely not towards me.]

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(I will probably add more in the future)

[kabukiaku]

for the character ask gameeee

what about omega!! [i like hearing other people's thoughts on him. he is my favorite ghoulie hehehehe]

OMEGAAAA MY POOKIE!!! 🖤🥺 Character Ask Game

How I feel about this character

Holy fuck. omega. oh my god. my pookie my beloved. omega. terzo I understand. OMEGA. Big teddy bear. I absolutely love him. He makes me so happy. I know most of the characterization I given him is fanon, he is basically like an oc in my artwork depictions. but that doesn't mean I adore him any less on stage. my word he was a showstopper. OUR BELOVED STOMPY RYTHM GUITAR GHOUL!!! He gave it his absolute all. Omega is the type of character I like, big monster guy who's a real sweetheart. Looks aren't everything.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Terzo and Alpha.

Much was said about terzomega, but I'll say that I absolutely love the idea of Omega helping produce Meliora with Terzo, which is where I like to think is when the ghoul fell for that man.

Alphamega, I mean come on, the two guitar leads? Two big ol men who love each other? They share a deep bond/trust unlike any other ghoul. I've yet to draw more romantic/domestic stuff of these two. But I also like to think they are just ghouls who've so happened to explore each other's bodies maybe once or more....

My non-romantic OTP for this character

ALPHA again. Especially in my main Ghost AU where he and Alpha are close friends. And Mist!!! They get along like siblings.

My unpopular opinion about this character

nsfwish again:

he's more of a service top than a big bad dom daddy to me jusfdgkgndfkgdfjgk and??? sub omega??? GOD PLEASEEE. I'm eating that shit up.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Well, we got interviews with him, which I am blessed and I will rewatch time and time again. He's such a goddamn cutie. I like to think that in-universe he was given some credit in creating the album so interviewers turn to him besides Special (NOW SPECIAL- I've yet to explore. hell draw.)

I guess this is more so leaning into the band itself: uhhhh more merch of him? I wasn't around to see what era 3 merch was like, so anyone, please enlighten me on omega merch I may have missed out.

[jackassbrainrot]

kiss it better pt.2 [bam x m!reader]

desc: bam's had a shitty day and you help him feel better (sluttily)

a/n: had to write a smutty part 2 for the original fic, it literally picks up exactly where the first one left off, but either can be read on their own methinks. male reader my beloved <33

warnings: smut, praise kink, size difference, manhandling, light teasing, dom!reader sub!bam obviously

word count: 822

You were sitting on the couch, your lovely boyfriend in your lap, as your soft kisses became more passionate and sloppy by the second. Bam's hands were clutching at you desperately, soft little noises leaving his swollen lips as you push your tongue into his mouth. Pushing your hand under his shirt, you trace his tattoos with your fingers teasingly, reveling in the way your touches made his breathing uneven and his noises more desperate.

"Why are you shaking, babe?" You smirk teasingly, your lips ghosting against his as you stare into his dazed blue eyes. "Y're bein' mean again." He whines, trying to kiss you again, but you pull away, still smiling down at him. "I would never do such a thing." Before he has the time to argue, you pick him up off your lap, laying him down on the couch and caging him in with your body, kissing him again.

Another whine leaves his mouth, muffled by the kiss, as his hands tangle in your hair, trying to pull you closer. You unbutton his shirt, exposing the pale skin of his chest, before disconnecting your lips to kiss down his body. He tries keeping you in place, his grip on your hair tightening. You tsk, grabbing both of his wrists and holding them above his head with one hand. "Let me take care of you." Speaking directly into his ear, your low voice sends a shiver through him, closing his eyes and nodding in agreement, making you chuckle lightly.

You press wet, open mouth kisses on his skin, making sure to suck at the sensitive spot on his neck. He squirms under you, pleasure overtaking his body and mind, his mouth agape as he moans softly at the feeling of getting marked by you. You pull back to admire the bruise, knowing he won't be able to cover it up, before continuing your assault down his chest and stomach, leaving marks all over as you go. As your lips touched the center of his heartagram tattoo, he keened, a dragged out please leaving his pretty lips.

"Impatient, are we?" You tease again, unbuckling his belt with one hand before finally letting go of his wrists to take his clothes off fully. "Keep them there or I stop." And he does, despite whining at your warning. You turn around to grab a bottle of lube that was hidden under a pile of pillows as Bam whines for you to hurry up. You chuckle at his eagerness, coating your fingers with lube and pushing his legs apart, digging your fingers into his thigh to keep it in place.

A high pitched noise escapes his throat as you push one finger into him, quickly followed by a second one, slowly pumping them in and out of him as he fights the urge to touch you, his arms still kept obediently above his head. His moans get more desperate as you scissor your fingers inside him, finding his prostate and rubbing it until he starts begging.

"Please, please, please, I need you." The desperation in his voice goes straight to your dick as you take your fingers out of him, kissing him to shut him up. "Needy boy." You finally unbutton your own pants, taking them off and slicking your dick up with the lube left on your hand. You thread your fingers with his as you push into him slowly. His mouth falls open, moaning into your mouth and you smile against him, starting to move. You pull his hands down to your chest, silently giving him permission to touch you, as your hand travels down his body to wrap around his dick.

He writhes under you, nails digging into your shoulders, his eyes closed and mouth open as he moans out an endless string of fucks and yeses. You match the strokes on his dick with your slow and deep thrusts. "So pretty. You're doing so well." You whisper in his ear, feeling his dick twitch in your hand. "Gonna cum for me, pretty boy?" He nods frantically, eyes still closed as his body starts to twitch, tightening around you. "Look at me, sweetheart." You say gently and he opens his eyes, brilliant blue and dazed, as he cums all over your hand and his stomach.

Fucking him through his orgasm, his body squeezes around you as he screams your name, wrapping legs and arms around you to pull you as close as humanly possible. Your orgasm grows closer, Bam's soft "cum in me" pushing you over the edge as you do, a deep groan, almost a growl, leaving your lips. You collapse on the couch, using your last bit of strength to maneuver yourselves so he was lying on your chest, your arms wrapped around him protectively. You share a gentle kiss, content.

"You feeling better now?"

"I don't know, I think I need some more cheering up."

"Fuckin' brat."

[circle--of--confusion]

Hunter's Moon

Summary: Copia would say eternal life has been pretty good but it comes with one small issue. The caveat of the occasional bloodlust. Sarah softly brushes her fingers through his hair. “Tell me what’s on your mind, my love.” Copia nuzzles his head into her hand while she touches him. He decides then and there to tell her. “I need to hunt.” ----------------- Copia finds his urge to hunt and sink his teeth into someone has come back. Sarah and Copia decide to play out a fantasy to help him with his bloodlust.

Ghost/Kinktober prompt: feral/primal

Paring: Cardinal Copia | Dracopia X OC [Sarah]

Words: 4.1k

Tags: Explicit! established relationship, evil Copia bloodlust, roleplay, brief kink negotioation, dom/sub undertones, naked woman/clothed man, smut [oral sex, vaginal sex], blood drinking, rough sex, passing out, aftercare, fluff, cardiophilia [like a tiny bit]

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Copia would say eternal life has been pretty good but it comes with one small issue. The caveat of the occasional bloodlust.

In the beginning it was fine, Copia felt no remorse for his victims. Very often he hunted the vile and decrepit so the innocents end up spared from his wrath. Once he reached the ministry, a majority of the urge went away from the steady assistance of volunteers to help him feed. He was able to tamper down the symptoms and after a while, his urge to drain someone of their blood was nonexistent. However. His passion and excitement from his relationship with Sarah has caused the feeling to come back. Copia thinks maybe his lust for Sarah has clicked on the switch for the feral desires he never had time to entertain as a member of the clergy. He feels the occasional rumble in his belly now, the urge to hunt something down and sink his fangs into it.

Copia lies awake in bed while his beloved amore sleeps soundly in his arms and he recalls the intimate knowledge of what her blood tastes like.

When it’s tinged with happiness, it tastes sweet, like a bowl of ice cream.

With lust it's almost too indulgent. He compares it to a rich chocolate cake.

Copia ponders deep into the night what it would taste like tinged with fear. With adrenaline.

One evening while they cuddle together in his bed, too plagued by his racing thoughts, he’s unable to respond to Sarah’s update on her day. He’s too lost in his own mind to pay attention to her and he knows that she’s going to catch on soon. His hums and distant “Yeah”s won’t cut it for long. Copia senses a silence in the room and looks down at where he holds Sarah to his chest. She glances at him with a quizzical look and asks what’s wrong. He’s been distant tonight and she wants to know what’s been on his mind.

Sarah softly brushes her fingers through his hair. “Tell me what’s on your mind, my love.” Copia nuzzles his head into her hand while she touches him.

He decides then and there to tell her.

“I need to hunt.”

She’s shocked at first, pausing her hand in his hair to look at him and he can’t read Sarah’s face as she processes his words. Her eyebrows raise, lips forming an O shape; she looks off into the distance before looking back to Copia. She takes her hand away and rests it back on his chest.

“What does that mean for you?” She asks.

He explains, struggling to be honest.

The dormant, primal part of him is waking up from a long nap. Copia’s attraction towards Sarah has him yearning for the taste of fear in her blood. He needs to chase after her, hear the blood pump in her veins while he follows closely behind. Copia needs to feel how she’ll tremble for him as he fucks himself deep into her while he practically drinks her dry. He wouldn’t actually drain her though, he reassures Sarah, he’s just been restless and needs to find an outlet soon or he thinks he might explode. Copia thought he might consult a ghoul with her permission but felt too much guilt at the idea of being with anyone else even in that way.

For the duration of his confession, he hadn’t found it in himself to look at Sarah, too ashamed of his desires. He didn’t realize he was shaking until he felt the soft hand of his lover gently stroking her thumb over his cheek, softly shooshing to ground him. She looks at Copia with such care, not trying to spook him. Sarah can tell it took a lot for him to say all of that and she can’t deny a part of her is definitely intrigued. She thanks him for being honest and telling her what he wanted. He finally looks at her and his lips are slightly parted in surprise. Sarah’s pupils practically cover her iris, she’s flushed, taking obvious breaths, and he can sense a rush of desire on her part.

Copia stutters, asking her what she’s thinking. He clutches Sarah close to him and raises a hand to cup her cheek to look into her eyes. She admits bashfully that she had a dream about him chasing her and that she thinks about it from time to time. In her dream, he was so overwhelmed by her, so attracted to her that he had to give in to his impulses and take her without thinking. Sarah woke up that morning hot from head to toe and she had to take care of her growing arousal before she started the day. Copia quirks up an eyebrow at her own confession and grins. 

They discussed more that evening a plan to make their dreams into a reality. He will come up to her and signal to her that the game has started. Sarah will run away while he stalks after her and when he catches her, he will let out his frustration on her convenient body. After they were done talking through the details, too overcome with excitement at the thought about what will happen, Copia and Sarah consummated their plan with a passionate night together as an appetizer for what was to come.

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Sarah hadn’t seen Copia for a few nights; they decided to stay away to let the tension build. Tonight, she’s walking through the ministry library for a book to lull her to sleep. Nestled in a secluded corner of the historical fiction section, she feels a prickle on the back of her neck. Sarah senses something, someone, is watching her. All sounds of the library are muffled from the books and carpet so she doesn’t hear the footsteps of the figure that creeps up behind her.

She walks down to another section of shelves and there it is, she can feel the watchful glare on her back. Sarah pulls her robe she’s wearing over her night gown tighter, adjusting the tie around her securely. In the corner of her eye, she notices a dark figure coming closer to stand behind her.

“Good evening, Sorella.” The voice purrs behind her ear.

She jumps slightly. “Cardinal.”

Copia wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her closer. “How are you doing tonight? Looking for a distraction?” he hums, playing with the ends of her robe’s belt.

“Yes, Cardinal. I’m looking for, oh!” She jolts when she feels Copia place a small kiss to her neck.

“For…?” He smirks, urging her to continue.

She takes a moment to compose herself while he places small pecks on her neck and shoulder. “For a book!” She bursts out into the quiet room when she feels his teeth graze her skin. Sarah cringes, hoping she wasn’t too loud. Copia chuckles behind her and she can feel the rumble in his chest on her back.

He rests his chin on her shoulder. “Coincidentally, I need a distraction as well! Should we help each other out tonight?” He hums, voice going up as he asks his question.

Sarah nods. “Yes! That sounds like a good idea. How could I help you?”

He inhales deep at her neck, taking in the anticipation before speaking low in her ear. “I’ll give you thirty seconds, Sorella…” he smiles. “Run.” Copia whispers casually.

He removes his arms from Sarah’s body and steps back to give her room. She stands still for a few seconds before looking back at his face. She’s taken aback by his choice of clothing. Copia has on the black, sinfully skintight suit along with his cape Amelia made. He’s devilishly handsome, slicked back hair and impeccably applied eye paint, looking at her with hungry eyes. The white of his infernal eye seems to glow in the low light of the library.

Copia tilts his head and laughs. He shoos her away, counting down steadily. “Twenty-four, twenty-three, twenty-two…”

She comes-to with a soft, gasped “Oh!” and turns to run down the row of shelves. Sarah gives an awkward and rushed “Goodnight!” to the library attendant at the front and books it to anywhere but the library. Feet making decisions before her brain can, she realizes the garden is getting closer. Sarah looks back and Copia stalks towards her, a calm stride compared to her frantic one. Her heart beats wildly in her chest and Copia hears it, smiling.

Every few seconds she looks back and he’s getting closer to her as she makes futile attempts to find refuge from a vampire with bloodlust. Down the long, windy paths of wall-like bushes, Sarah stops near a group of tables in the courtyard. She rests her hand on one and leans forward, heaving raspy breaths. Her throat feels dry as she lets out a wheeze. A hard body grabs her from behind and she’s pulled upright by a strong hand.

“You let your guard down to rest, dolcezza.” Copia whispers into her ear. “A mistake.”

Copia’s lips trail along her neck as he pulls the robe open and the collar of her nightgown aside. Sarah trembles, biting her lip to suppress a whimper from his mouth sucking lightly on her skin. “I-It’s too revealing here, Cardinal. Someone could find us.” A gasp betrays her as she feels Copia’s hands grope around her chest and pulling up the hem of her nightgown. Cold air hits her thighs and goosebumps slowly spread along the exposed flesh.

“It’s late, Sorella, and no one is ever in the garden at this hour.” He smiles once his hands reach the bare warmth between Sarah’s thighs. “No underwear?” Copia’s finger moves to feel the slick lips of her pussy and she involuntarily opens her legs a few inches to help give room for his hands. “You vex me, did you know that?”

Sarah shudders out a sharp moan once Copia begins to rub lightly along her sensitive flesh. “H-How?” She bites her lip to hold back a groan as he strokes with more pressure, sliding up to slowly circle her clit. The feeling of his warm, soft leather gloves on her skin is all she can focus on while his fingers glide with ease from the collection of her slick.

“Your very essence compels me. It taunts me, fills my senses until all my mind can focus on is you.” Copia presses a deep kiss to her neck, licking her skin and humming before he moves to speak again. “Your heart calls to me, begs me to be taken, dolcezza.” He leans in close and growls low by her ear. “I can smell it on you this very moment.”

A heat pools in her stomach as Copia continues to play with her pussy. His fingers dip lower, teasing her entrance and Sarah’s knees nearly buckle at the light press of his fingertips. “I’m so s-sorry, Cardinal.” She closes her eyes, surprise flutters from her pussy cause a gasp to escape from her lips.

He chuckles lowly behind her. “Don’t act so coy, Sorella. You always linger around me, leaving your scent in my space after you leave. I think now I deserve more.”

Copia’s fingers leave her body in a quick movement and Sarah is then abruptly turned around to face him. His eyes stare down at her, wide and almost glowing, white eye especially brighter than normal in the moonlight. His fanged mouth smiles hungrily at her before he lunges forward to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. “Please, Cardinal…” Sarah sighs as his lips roam to her neck, leaving small nips. A warning.

He sinks down to his knees, lifting up the hem of her nightgown. Copia presses a soft, reserved kiss to the inside of her thigh and then looks up. “Would you grant me the honor, per favore? I need to taste you.” Sarah nods rapidly and he surges forward, mouth connecting immediately to the soft, wet warmth of her pussy. Copia hums, shifting his hips below.

Sarah’s head leans back against the table as she lets out a loud, unrestrained moan into the garden. He licks and sucks, strong hands grabbing on to her hips to hold the two in place as he quickly brings her near ecstasy. Her hips try to roll with the rhythm of his tongue but his sturdy grip on her prevents any movement. She’s close, whimpering shamelessly into the cold air as it contrasts with the warm fire of desire Copia stokes below.

His tongue licks her in quick movements, drinking in her arousal and it only fuels more as he goes along. When his lips wrap around her clit, sharp shocks of painful desire shoot to her cunt. She’s nearly crying from the sensations and he’s barely done anything. Sarah’s robe and nightgown feel like a straitjacket, a lead blanket keeping her from floating off into bliss. Her breathing quickens, feeling the coil in her stomach tighten just before it’s let go. But just as soon as his mouth touched her, he retreats back, keeping her from heaven.

Copia groans below as he leans back, eyes closed and mouth open, lips and chin glistening in the lamplight with her juices. All of his lip paint is gone. “Are you enjoying this as much as I am? Naughty, naughty.” He strains against his pants as his hand moves to unbutton the waistband so he can relieve his hard cock form its confines. Copia pumps himself slowly, letting out some of his pent-up energy. “You taste so good. So eager for more.” He stands, taking his other hand to caress her cheek before sharply grabbing her chin to look into her eyes. “Take off your clothes.” He orders, letting go of her chin to lean back and watch.

Sarah nods and quickly slides off her robe. It falls to the ground in a puddle of satin and soon her chemise nightgown follows. Her naked, flushed skin feels the cold air all over and goosebumps riddle her skin. Sarah’s nipples harden under the chill and when Copia moves forward to grope her, his fingers spend time pinching and squeezing. She whines out as he rolls one of the hard buds in his fingers, her hips squirm as she tries to breathe through the gentle torture.

Copia leans forward to whisper in her ear, patting her side. “Up onto the table and sit on the edge, please.” Sarah complies, opening her legs to make room for his body as she adjusts her body on the table. She winces as her skin meets the sharp chill of the metal on her skin. Copia takes hold of his cock, rubbing the tip slowly along the new slick that’s collected at Sarah’s pussy. “I won’t be gentle.” He whispers softly, holding her face in his hand before he moves quickly for the next part.

There’s a split second for her to process and then she’s crying out as Copia thrusts harshly into her cunt. “Cardinal!” She gasps at the sudden sensation of being filled by him, his cock hitting deep inside her. He growls from the feeling of being fully surrounded by her warmth in the cold night.

“I w-wasn’t going to warn you, ah merda, but I felt like being nice.” he struggles, too overwhelmed by her presence. “Feels.. so good.” Copia gasps. He begins to drag himself in and out, quick snaps of his hips forward as they cling to one another. His lips roam Sarah’s shoulder, pressing kisses to her burning, sensitive skin as she cries out with each hard thrust. Copia’s fangs drag along her shoulder and neck as he searches for the right spot to bite.

“Please, please. Please…” Sarah whimpers. However, she can’t figure out what she’s exactly pleading for.

Copia finds his spot, pressing down harder with his lips, softly biting, teasing her neck. His fangs pierce the skin, blood rushing through to his tongue and he groans at the taste. The unique, delicious taste of her blood drives him crazy. Sarah huffs a breath, willing herself to breathe through the pain. Her heart beats wildly in her chest and Copia can sense it. A strong rush of desire courses through her veins as she tries to focus on the way he rolls his hips back and forth, teasing her sweet spot deep inside with every thrust towards her. Feeling the drag of his head through her tight walls have her thighs clenching around his hips.

Copia grunts around her neck, removing his mouth briefly to lean back and just feel. “You take me so well.” He sighs, slowing his hips slightly to savor the snug hold along her walls. “Like your body was made for me, merda!” his cock twitches, close to spilling already. “I’m never letting you go after this.”

Sarah can only make small high-pitched sounds, mewls of pleasure as the venom kicks in and washes over her like a gentle caress. “Cardinal…” Her voice quiets towards the end, unable to form a single word in response as her tongue begins to feel heavy. Small flutters begin to roll through her cunt.

“You’re close, dolcezza. I can tell you’re aching.” Copia grabs one of her hands and places a finger over her clit, his over hers while he guides her to rub it in soft, slow circles. Sarah’s lungs punch out a gasp and he coos at her. “Keep it like that for me?” Removing his hand, he presses his mouth back to the bite, kissing softly before pressing his teeth into her skin once more to drink her divine nectar. Sarah winces lightly in reaction, the venom helping ease any pain that might’ve bubbled up.

Adrenaline, he finds, tastes savory. It’s strangely comforting.

He drinks, feeling his own release approaching. The flavor of her blood mixed with the lingering taste of her pussy on his tongue make him feel lightheaded. He can sense that Sarah is nearly at her limit, the quick, pulsing walls of her cunt have intensified as he went back to drink from her. He hums, moving his hand back down to help with the pace he set with her fingers. Copia presses down to her clit and her breath hitches, the quivering sensation within her becoming overpowering and she trembles as the tight coiling returns deep within her body. Soon she’s falling, lolling her head back, unable to keep it up. The coil springs free and a wash of euphoria takes over her body making her feel feather-light as she lightly circles below. Sarah feels like she’s floating as Copia drinks more of her blood, humming at the taste now laced with her orgasm.

The more he drinks, the shakier she gets. Her limbs begin to feel like a heavy burden and it becomes more of a chore to stay upright. Sarah paws at his chest, unable to form a single thought or speak a single word. Her throat feels as if it’s filled with sand and her bones feel like lead. All of her words come out as incoherent babbling.

Copia leans forward, holding her as he gently lays Sarah down while continuing to drink her blood. His thrusting has become sloppy as he gets close to his own tipsy high. He removed his mouth from her and stands back upright to put his full weight into the last few deep thrusts up into her cunt. He grips Sarah’s hips and pushes three final determined snaps of his hips, growling into the night as he falls. His cock twitches harshly as he spurts thick ropes of come inside her. Copia groans, a deep gravely roar from his throat as the primal part of him fucks his seed into her to take root. He won’t rest until every last drop of his come has spilled into her.

Sarah’s head lolls side to side while her focus waxes and wanes. She passes out with her last memory of the night being a soft whimper and the feeling of being filled to the brim with Copia’s spend while he rolls his hips slow and deep, circling into her while he elongates and rides out his high. His satisfied, bloody and fanged grin imbeds itself into her mind as her eyes close.  

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Sarah wakes up in Copia’s bed several hours later. She’s not sure how she got there, the activities from earlier cloud her memory. She remembers vague snippets of him wrapping the robe back around her after he softened and pulled out. Copia carried her in his arms as he walked to his room for them to return to for the night. Sarah’s head rested on his shoulder as he whispered “You were fantastic, amore mio.” and “Tio amo.” in-between soft kisses to her forehead.

He lays her in bed and gently took off the robe to clean her bite and wipe between her legs. Copia found a pair of pajama pants and a comfy t-shirt to dress her in before he went to change into sleeping clothes for himself. There’s a faint taste of grape on her tongue and she turns her head as much as she can despite the pain to see a sunken in box of grape juice on the nightstand.

“Oh, you’re awake?” Copia announces softly as he walks out from the bathroom. “Did I disturb your slumber?” He apologizes as he slips back into bed.

“No, you’re fine.” She gravels, clearing her throat right after. “I must have slept enough for now.”

“How are you?” He asks, caressing her cheek and rubbing his thumb over her skin.

“Not too bad, all things considered. Maybe a bit sore in some places.” Sarah shifts in her spot on the bed. “I’ll have to see how it all shakes out tomorrow.”

Copia nods, pressing a light kiss to her hairline. “Ti amo.” he settles back down in bed and Sarah slowly pulls her body up to lay on his chest. “You are amazing for helping me tonight.”

“I love you, too, Copia. Do you feel less… bloodlusty?” She traces random patterns with her finger on his soft t-shirt.

“Yes. I feel lighter.” he sighs. “I feel like I was able to finally release.”

Sarah giggles. “You’re telling me.” Copia scoffs at her double entendre. He turns them so he can lay on Sarah’s chest and she holds him in her arms.

“Thank you.” He says, pressing a soft kiss to wherever his mouth can reach.  

She runs her fingers through his hair, humming. “Any time.”

Copia laughs. “You may change your tune if this happens frequently, amore mio. I’m not sure how long I’ll be satiated.” His leg moves to tangle in hers.

Sarah sighs wistfully. “The things I do for love!” They both laugh. “Just make sure to tell me next time you get these urges. We’re here to help each other, right?”

He goes silent for a minute and she nudges him. “Yes.” Copia circles the side of her hip softly with his fingertip. “What did you think of it all? What we planned versus the execution. You didn’t feel pushed or anything?” His soft touches to Sarah’s body feel like a sharp contrast to earlier.

“You play creepy vampire really well, Copia, that’s for sure.” She giggles. “I wouldn’t have changed a thing, though. You were able to work through something and from that, I felt wanted, adored by you.” Her hand moves to brush through his hair. “Before I passed out, feeling your cock twitching so intensely inside me as you let go, I knew it was a job well done.” Sarah hums out a laugh.

“Eh… Sorry about that. I tried to, ah, pre-game with blood but I may have been caught up in the moment.” Copia moves to hold himself up over Sarah. “Your blood was intoxicating.” He leans down to kiss her as an apology, closing his eyes to savor their lazy lip lock.

Sarah’s fingers brush through his hair as the other rises to touch over his slowly beating heart. He closes his eyes as he revels in her touch. “We should get some sleep.” She whispers.

Copia nods, lowering back down to her chest. Weeks of stiff shoulders melt away from him as they settle around each other in bed. He manages to sleep for a few more hours than his body typically gives him while Sarah holds him in her arms; the sound of her heart beating plasters a permanent smile on his face as he’s carried off into slumber.  

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