Tumgik
#Raven's short fics
ravencincaide · 2 months
Text
How do you want it
Summary: Dazai has gotten you many presents, and has been generous enough to let you pick which one you wanted to try first. But it was best your hurried, or else he’d pick one for you. 
Pairing: Fem! reader x Dazai Osamu  
Warnings: Mature content minors DNI!
This fic/drabble contains: 
Use of sexual toys, mention of oral (female receiving), use of cuffs, inexperienced nervous reader with very experienced Dazai. 
Tumblr media
“Come now belladonna, if you keep me waiting I’ll just have to decide for you” 
His singsong voice sent shivers  up and down your spine. Butterflies- no anxious and excited snakes played ping pong in your stomach. You bit your lip, holding back a gasp as you felt him draw nearer. Hot breath hit the base of your neck, arms on either side of you, ever so often he brushed them up against yours. Hairs raised on your arms with each touch; goosebumps on your skin gave your arousal away. 
Traitorous body. 
You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he hummed closer; as he caged you in between his chest and the array of ‘gifts’ he had so thoughtfully laid out on the table. “ Well my belle?” Dazai trailed the shell of your ear with his lips, then nipped ever so slightly on your earlobe. You gasped- your perfect mask of disinterested control, not so perfect anymore. Another nip, then smirking lips landed on your cheek. 
A mocking sweet touch- a taunting kiss.
“ Now that we’ve established you’re interested in my Valentine night suggestions, why not pick the ones you fancy” Dazai chuckled and made an exaggerated motion towards the table once more. All covered in pink and red and white erotic simulators and their likes. Few reasonable- many far beyond what you had seen, let alone tested. 
“ We did not establish anything, I am not–” Dazai grasped your hand in his and trailed it over the phallic appendages, purposefully wrapping your hand around the largest- monstrous sized dildo. The thing you couldn’t even grasp with one hand- let alone push inside you. “ -Maybe this one bella?”
 Before you could reply he moved your hand towards the rabbit vibrator still inside its newly purchased special edition box.
 “ Or this inside you, taking you to highs of pleasure while wearing these-” Dazai purred as his hand left yours and grasped the skimpy underwear made of actual candy. The devil's grin was back- you caught a glimpse of it as Dazai leaned back to your ear, as if sharing a secret he didn’t want anyone to hear. And yet his voice was loud- so loud anyone passing by his office would be able to hear him; “ Imagine donna; the rabbit inside you while I eat these off your gushing pussy, one candy at a time. With you being the ultimate desert” 
 His body pushed up against you, hard cock against the cushion of your ass. The clothes doing little to hide his desperate need; the carnal desire that could barely wait until the work days end. Dazai pushed himself firmer against you, almost rutting the soft flesh. Scratch waiting until tonight- you’d be surprised if he could hold himself through his next meeting without either skipping it or doing something indecent under the table. 
“ Maybe we should check that they fit you, sweetheart?” Dazai’s lips were on your neck, his teeth assaulting the delicate skin. Not giving you time to think, to pick, to consider- just time to feel. 
“ The c-cuffs” you gasped out in between moans, finally picking your gift. The words made Dazai freeze- pause as if he did not expect that answer. Then he raised his head, the look in his eyes sadistically lust filled. 
“ I agree belladonna,let's add the cuffs to this delicious mix!” 
Tumblr media
Author note: Happy naughty Valentines day! I hope this fic fills your mind with all sorts of ideas! Stay tuned for another fic update in four hours.
Hope you enjoyed ❤️
Like this work and want more? Check out Raven's Masterlist
©ravencincaide 2024. Do not copy/repost/translate or spread my work(s) without my explicit permission. If you see any of my work(s) reposted/copied anywhere else without my consent, please inform me!
201 notes · View notes
rumoredtoexist · 20 days
Text
guys how do we feel about a short pynch fic where the bases of it is ronan mostly trying to get adam to lose The Game™️?
17 notes · View notes
sarahshot1st · 9 months
Text
"I hate you!" Raven screamed, hurling a bowling ball at the infuriating firebrand.
"Aw, you know you love me," Cinder cooed, easily dodging the projectile on jets of flame.
"I. Do. NOT!"
The Branwen chieftess punctuated the statement by slamming her fist into the rack, causing a half-dozen heavy ceramic balls to flick up into the air. A few quick strikes of her sword - drawn in the blink of an eye - left the spheres cloven in half, making them more susceptible to the gust of wind she summoned with her Maiden powers.
Cinder laughed, turning aside the attacks with bursts of superheated air. She danced around in the air, playful, inviting, and Raven rose to meet her.
"Next time I see your daughter, I'll tell her you're alive and well - just as much the selfish prick she remembers."
Raven felt an uncontrollable spike of anger flash through her. The power burning from her eyes flared to life as she growled:
"You stay away from Yang, you bitch."
"Oh but of course, that's how you raise a child, isn't it? By ignoring them?"
Raven screamed, an incoherent howl of rage. She dashed forward, swinging Omen in a brutal arc that could have easily decapitated three ordinary foes - but Cinder was no ordinary foe. Her own blade formed in her hands as she raised them to intercept the attack, and there was an explosion of sparks as the two weapons met.
What followed was a devastating series of blows, faster than the eye could track. Raven cycled through each of Omen's dust cartridges, attacking with Ice, Gravity, Lightning, and Hard-Light in an attempt to keep her opponent off-guard. Cinder, however, was familiar by now with the unique properties of Raven's blade, and adapted her own weapons each time to counter Raven's attacks. Eventually the chieftess settled on Fire, her blade burning with a wicked glow that matched Cinder's own. The exchange ended with their swords crossed, each struggling to overpower the other.
The pyromaniac grinned wickedly. "You can pretend you hate me all you want, Raven - but the portal you used to come here tells the truth. You can only bond them to people you have a strong emotional connection to - isn't that right?"
"I find hatred to be the strongest emotion of them all," Raven spat. "I keep one on Qrow so I can keep track of his bullshit."
"Well, if you ever decide to do something about that bothersome brother of yours, hit me up, will you? I've got a score to settle with that drunkard too."
Raven pulled back, huffing condescendingly. "You know what? Fine. That's actually the most reasonable suggestion you've made all night."
Cinder smirked. "We'll call it a date then."
Raven's face contorted into a snarl. "Fuck. YOU."
"Fuck me yourself."
"RAAAAAAAARRRGGHHHHHHHH-"
***
"So how'd the date go?" Vernal asked innocently.
Raven strolled out of the portal, not even sparing her lieutenant a second glance. "Shut it, Vernal."
"Yes ma'am." She didn't even try to hide her smile.
***
"You know, I don't know what you see in that woman," Watts said, voice laced with ridicule.
Cinder smiled. "I think she likes me."
"Oh please," the lanky man scoffed, not even bothering to turn from the ensemble of Scrolls he had laid out in front of him. "Every time the two of you meet, you inevitably end up holding swords to each other's throat. That is hardly what I'd call a romantic display of affection."
"And that just shows how little you know of romance. Swordplay has always been considered a suitable form of foreplay - or have you forgotten how our Mistress and her lover courted?"
Watts sniffed. "I'd hardly call theirs a model for a healthy relationship."
"And what would you know of relationships?" Cinder asked, waving a dismissive hand as she strolled through Evernight Castle. "You can't ever be bothered to become entangled with someone - always so busy with your toys. Face it, Watts." She paused, eyeing the back of Watts' always-impeccable suit. "You're a sigma."
"Just because I prioritize our Lady's goals over my own pursuits doesn't make me a 'sigma,' as you so crassly put it." The mustachioed man finally spun around in his chair to face Cinder directly. "My work is more important than any simple 'fling'."
"I see. Well then, I suppose there's no need to tell you I received an update from Tyrian this morning."
"What? Where is he? How is he doing? Is he all right?" The questions tumbled out of Watts' mouth faster than Cinder could answer, and he stood so quickly that his chair nearly toppled over.
Cinder smiled. "Deranged, psychotic, and nihilistic - in other words, Tyrian's doing just fine."
Cinder's tone was knowing, and Watts actually had the decency to blush. "Yes, well, that is very good. I worry about him when he's out on his own, given his penchant for self-inflicted pain. Do make sure he doesn't hurt himself."
"I'll be sure to tell him you asked after him."
41 notes · View notes
the-everqueen · 4 months
Text
new chapter of gay coworkers is up. feat. Lucienne for all the Loosh lovers out there.
11 notes · View notes
Text
Ives/Toffler manifesto
Toffler watches over him and prays for him (and is SO PSYCHED to do so! Praying! His main Thing!) when he first arrives.
Toffler helps him get dressed when he dramatically jumps out of bed naked (and I could be mistaken but I feel like Toffler makes a shocked noise when he uh reveals himself.)
Toffler's so excited that Ives is awake that he's reduced to skidding up to Hart and Boyd and just sort of happily jumping in place to announce the news.
On the hike to the cave, while everyone shares a tent Ives suggests a rhyme for Toffler's hymn that he's working on and Toffler is just elated about it and Ives smiles slightly.
Ives can't resist the tantalizing smell of his blood after he gets injured thus the "HE WAS LICKING MEEEE" scene.
And then of course the creepy cannibalistic homoeroticism of Ives chasing him through the woods and eating him! This is the homoerotic cannibalism movie after all!
10 notes · View notes
wangxianficrecs · 1 year
Text
The Sweetest Side Of Our Choices by Preludian_Staves
Tumblr media
The Sweetest Side Of Our Choices
by Preludian_Staves
T, 2k, wangxian
Summary: Though wary of their guests on a mountain of death, rumors are ignored when the Yiling citizens have a different reaction to their arrival.
Kay's comments: What a lovely little story where Wei Wuxian and the Wens get taken in by the citizens of Yiling with a side of secretely already established Wangxian! I'm very weak for stories where the people of Yiling look at Wei Wuxian and the Wens and decide: they are ours now. So, this was a lovely treat for me! Featuring Wei Wuxian's corvid companions!
Excerpt: They knew the moment Wei-gongzi finally noticed their eyes on him, as he froze and slowly turned to stare tensely back at the people watching him. The young raven on his shoulder cawed softly, beating its wings against the air threateningly before Wei-gongzi, without breaking the staring contest, stuffed a bunch of seeds from the folds of his muddied robes into the creature's beak to quiet it down while keeping his eyes on them.
canon-divergence, wen remnants, yiling settlement days, found family, secret relationship, established relationship, relationship reveal, everybody lives, citizens of yiling, pov outsider, ravens, @preludianstaves
~*~
(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)
60 notes · View notes
altruistic-meme · 4 months
Link
chapter 11 is finally done!!! YAY!!!!! please enjoy as i curl up and relax for a little
13 notes · View notes
thelastbraincell · 2 years
Text
Ok but picture this: Adam and Ronan start to repair a vintage car together. It’s their fun little couple project cuz they both think it’s sexy. Ronan has been doing long hours in online bidding to get the original parts and accessories cuz they want it authentic. Adam has been putting his pretty boy muscles to work. They’ve set up a workshop in a empty barn in The Barns and constantly argue back and forth about what changes the car does need (they also think this part is sexy). They’re walking through the fields to get back to work after lunch, Ronan is insisting the car needs the cool back accessories he saw, while Adam is insisting it doesn’t need it - that’s simply what Ronan wants. Ronan doesn’t see the difference. They open the door to the workshop in the height of their merry discussion to find Opal sitting on the floor with a half chew hubcap in hands. They took two weeks to get that. Adam’s eye twitches.
“Dream it a new one?” Ronan suggests
“God please” Adam replies
They’re car enthusiasts but they’re also tired dads
127 notes · View notes
neoninky · 6 months
Link
Tumblr media
Hello everyone~ hope y’all are doing alright. I missed the Tweel’s birthday but for funsies and writing practice, I decided to write a short story about them...or more specifically their kids lol. Yes, that is correct - this is a story about the 2nd Gen Octatrio, focusing mostly on Floyd’s son, Calico Leech. Hope y’all enjoy - feel free to reblog and share it with others. Tagging: @iscarlettappel @foxwitchaine @aiimee9 @wysteriadelights @nuitthegoddess @victoria1676​ @1ndigowitch​ @ladyrosemoon​ @literally anyone else who might be interested lol
9 notes · View notes
ravenelyx · 6 months
Text
I feel like shit. And what do we do when we feel like shit?
We write a fic about our favourite character comforting us when we feel like shit
8 notes · View notes
anghraine · 8 months
Text
I've never quite gotten very far in my Fíriel(f!Faramir)/Éowyn fic (part of a larger Aragorn/Fíriel/Éowyn fic), and definitely not (quite) to the hair mingling.
But, see, the thing is, I have been very stridently committed to the implication of Faramir being enough taller that he has to stoop to kiss her brow (implying the same height difference you'd expect from other evidence) and having hair long enough for both of them to have hair streaming out in the wind and mingling, for that great raven and gold imagery. This is not some nonsense shoulder-length thing!
So with Faramir -> Fíriel, it's really fun to imagine, you know, a lady with raven hair that's just absurdly long, and loose enough to blow dramatically in the wind and mingle with Éowyn's.
13 notes · View notes
ravencincaide · 1 month
Text
List of Chores  
Summary:  You wanted to say no. You wanted so badly to say ‘not tonight’ but as you looked at Chuuya’s bright hopeful eyes, looked at the wine that was not yours, the dress that was not yours or the house that was not yours, you had no choice but to say ‘yes’. 
Pairing: Couple! Fem reader x Chuuya 
Raven’s Special prompt: “Can I ask for Raven's special, a NSFW fic with Chuuya?  Reader wants to stop the sex because it doesn't feel pleasurable anymore, but doesn't know how to voice it? And maybe it gets Chuuya confused about how she's acting? Feel free to twist this however you feel like it.” 
Warnings: Mature, triggering content; minors DNI!
This fic contains: Pressure sex/dubious consent, Cursing, dirty talk, rough sex and insults towards reader, some hand stuff, penetrative sex, hint at unsafe sex, and probably something else I missed. It's dark and icky.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Tumblr media
“ You’re so beautiful tonight, sweetheart” Chuuya breathed a tipsy purr as he pulled you into his lap, one arm snaked around your waist while the second took his refilled glass out of your grasp and set it on the couch side table. 
“ Are you saying I’m not beautiful usually?” you teased lightly, hopeful that he’d entertain your joke instead of turning this pleasant homey night into something sexual. Your hopes shattered the second he pressed his lips to the base of your neck. 
The knot of anxiety formed in your stomach as he hummed against your skin in thought. It wound tighter as Chuuya trailed opened mouth kisses all the way up to the shell of your ear. Hot tongue teased your earlobe followed by sensual nips of sharp teeth; “ You know what I mean dollface” the arm around your waist tightened ever so slightly before it relaxed and shifted back. Fingertips played from the edge of your ribcage then up, trailing the outline of your bra. 
“ C-Chuuya..” you started, shuddering as he dipped his hand inside the v-line of your dress, cool leather ghosted over your nipples. 
“ Mmm? tell me if you want to stop, baby” Chuuya pulled back and grasped your chin in between his thumb and forefinger, then turned your face to face him. His eyes a dark lust filled blue, cheeks tinted a rosy red although you were unsure whether it was from desire or wine. A flirty smirk adored his face; he knew you could feel his half-hard bulge press up against the curve of your ass, completely feelable through the thin material of your dress. “ Tell me now sweets.” he breathed then licked his lips as his eyes landed on the wine glass tightly grasped between your fingertips. 
You gave him an apologetic smile, parted your lips to utter the reply that felt the most right to you. You wanted to say no. You wanted so badly to say ‘not tonight’. Yet as your eyes landed on Chuuya’s bright hopeful ones you felt your resolve weaken, a splash of guilt grasped at your heart. You licked your lips and tried to speak again; yet all you could do was watch as Chuuya  ignored your smile- misread it. His expression filled with desire and approval.
Lust only for you. 
The nauseating guilt grew deeper as you noticed his eyes flicked downwards to the wine again before he reached for it, took a sip. then passed the glass right back.
Right. A subconscious reminder. 
Yes, the wine that was not yours. The dress that was not yours. Even the house you lived in was not yours. You weren’t on the lease, weren’t even a tenant. Yes, most of the commodities you enjoyed were his. So, if he wanted to he could strip you bare and throw you out that instant. And you’d be entirely helpless. 
You didn’t think he would; but you feared. And in all that, you had no choice but to say ‘yes’. 
“ Oh I’ll make you feel so good, doll” His lips were on yours, tongue lapped at your lipstick before pushing past. The taste of cigarettes and wine filled your senses. You focused away from it and on his hands which momentarily left your body, only long enough to take the glass from your grasp and set it on the couch side table.
Please drop it and we can call it a night
His hands found yours and guided them to the belt of his pants. A silent demand to unbuckle it. You forced your mind to focus, ignored his lips which left yours. Instead they nipped on your neck. Chuuya focused on the spots that drew reactions from you; soft gasps or groans of pleasure. 
Please don’t, no further
His dick sprung to life, hard and ready. Leaking hot pre-cum. Almost too quickly you gripped his lengths in your hands, giving it a few pumps. Chuuya moaned, a breathy sound. “ Mmmm just like that, sweets, keep doing that” 
You trailed your thumb from the tip of his lengths, down his shaft then back up again. If you played your cards right then maybe– 
“Spread your legs for me doll, that’s it, what a good toy you are” Chuuya moaned, his fingers dipping past your panties. The leather circled your hole, before several digits pushed in. His thumb on your clit, rubbing it to the rhythm of his thrusts. 
Is there enough food left for breakfast tomorrow? 
“ God you’re doing so well, you’re my little whore aren’t you?” Chuuya cursed again, buckled his dick in your grasp. More pre-cum spilled on you; on your hand and some onto the bunch up dress still on you. He was so close, you could feel it. Moments before- he pulled your hand off him and shifted you closer, spreading your legs even wider. 
You bit your lips as he pushed in.  
The eggs have probably expired, best to get new ones in the morning.  
“ ahh my slutty doll you feel so fucking good, you wanted this yeah? My precious slut” the hand that groped your ass gave the soft flesh a sudden slap. You yelped then groaned as his fingers found your clit again. His voice an upscene purr in your ear as he thrusted harder into your hole.
Your teeth tore at your lips as tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. Each thrust filled you with pleasure, each touch drew moans past your lips, yet each word past his lips filled you with guilt and shame. Your mind was not with you, not present in the moment. Instead you silently recited the never-ending list of chores you had to tend to. 
But at least you could cross off sex for a day or two… 
Tumblr media
Want something else?
Find more fics on Raven's masterlist
©ravencincaide 2024. Do not copy/repost/translate or spread my work(s) without my explicit permission. If you see any of my work(s) reposted/copied anywhere else without my consent, please inform me!
155 notes · View notes
dreambabes · 1 year
Text
Headcannon: Kavinsky's mother is the one that's Bulgarian. His father's Italian American, and few people outside the pack know this because few people care/believe him.
7 notes · View notes
konstantya · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
Was doing some digital cleaning and found this ship bingo I made for one of my absolute fave rarepairs (rare only because it’s from a forgotten piece of media from 1934, lolololol), and I apparently never posted it? So enjoy it now, pfft.
2 notes · View notes
stvlti · 5 months
Text
Title: Hold me by neck (hold my hand)
Relationship: Raven/Rose Wilson
Rating: Explicit
Content Warning: No major warnings (assuming Raven is already of age here)
Summary:
Set in the Titans TV universe - a coda to that conversation Rose and Raven have in the Titans Tower kitchen in Season 2.
It's porn with a side of Rose Wilson angst, my dudes.
2 notes · View notes
mememan93 · 1 year
Link
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fi & Link (Legend of Zelda), Fi & Ghirahim (Legend of Zelda) Characters: Fi (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Link (Legend of Zelda), Ghirahim (Legend of Zelda) Additional Tags: non-specific Zelda and Link, Fi has some emotions Summary:
Fi overhears a conversation of past heroes, and reflects on their stories.
I wrote the fic guys
8 notes · View notes