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pinkaditty · 7 months

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WHB Sitri Thirst

teehee guess who's back (at long last!!!!!)

summary: sitri needs to give you devil energy in Satan's absence. you are tired of him calling you Solomon. a/n: you would not BELIEVE how many days this took like what if i keeled over and died fr. ANYWAYS ANYWAYS part 3 of the pervert obey me thing is still in the works as well as a few other writing projects im working on. please be patient with me i swear i will deliver what the crowd wants!!!!!!!!!!!!

also any anons that have sent asks: I SEE THEM! I PROMISE! I WILL RESPOND!

cw: cardiophilia, smut, creampie, begging, sub!sitri, dom!reader, gn!reader (none of the reader's physical attributes are mentioned with a specific description), some fang action, mentions of blood, NOT PROOFREAD, and i think that's all! let me know if i missed anything in the comments, please!

Word count: ~3k

ONCE AGAIN AS USUAL MINORS DNI! I DO NOT WANT YOU INTERACTING WITH MY CONTENT THANKS!

By the time you'd returned to your lodging, Sitri was riddled with want and desire. Your face betrayed nothing, but you knew he could hear your heartbeat, beating a million times per minute as you attempted to unlock the door. The temptation to slow your pace to tease him was hard to resist, but you knew it would be useless when your heart gave away your every thought. Sitri is not a demon of many words, but you can hear his silent urging in his heavy breathing and twitching fingers against the leather of his harness.

Thump, thump, thump.

You can feel your heart beating in your neck as you carefully turn the knob to the door, pushing it open and stepping inside, holding it open for Sitri to follow. He wastes no time in stepping through the threshold, the click of his heels stopping short before he turns to watch you as you close the door. You take your time doing it, the thumping of your heart harmonizing with the creak of the door. Sitri only watches, but you can feel his gaze boring into the back of your neck as you prolong the creaking of the door until it finally reaches the end. You shut the door in tune with your heartbeat. Thump.

The newfound silence of the room is almost deafening. You only realize how dark it is when you notice nothing but moonlight pouring across your skin. It is cool and glowing, illuminating the room in white light. You turn to look at Sitri, and the moment your eyes meet his, he approaches you. His light blue hair flows as he moves, shining white in the light. His skin is ever so pale, only dotted by a blue pentagram on his neck and the soft pink of his lips, pointed downwards in a soft pout. His eyes shine with what you can only assume is lust. He reaches for you, sharp blue nails curling into your clothing and holding you in place before he swiftly buries his face in your chest, listening intently to your heartbeat.

Thump, thump, thump.

He presses his ear to your chest and sighs comfortably, gripping your body like a lifeline.

Thump, thump, thump.

"Solomon…" He whispers quietly into your chest, relaxing against you. "How I missed this sound." His lips brush lightly against your chest as he speaks, making you shiver.

You part your lips to correct him, remind him that you're not Solomon, but you don't bother after observing how peaceful he seemed, pressed against your chest. Despite him being so close, you could tell he was still antsy, his fingers tightening and loosening their grip on you, his thighs squeezing together and releasing, his breathing still heavy on your chest…

Careful to avoid his horn, you gather some of his hair and tug on it twice, gently pulling him away. He hesitantly, and rather reluctantly, moves away from your chest, his lips still in a soft pout. He looks at you questioningly, and you simply shake your head. "Come on, let's get comfortable at least." You tug him along to your bed, sitting on it, and motioning for him to sit next to you. Instead of doing that, however, he situates himself on your lap, facing you. He curls his arms around your waist and once again presses his ear to your chest, as though desperate to hear your heart again. He pulled you closer with his arms and pressed into you further with his ear, so much so that you ended up on your back with him pressed against you at every inch, listening to your heartbeat.

Thump, thump, thump.

You hear him whispering Solomon's name multiple times, like a prayer, savoring the way it sounded on his tongue. You were not Solomon. But you could tolerate it… for now.

He just couldn't seem to get enough. He continued to press his ear into your chest, as though he needed to hear every single contraction, like he needed to hear the blood as it rushed to and from your heart. He started breathing heavier, his face turning red as he did. He began to press his body against yours a little rougher, breathy whines coming from his lips as he did.

"Solomon, Solomon, Solomon…"

He begins to nuzzle his face into your chest, needing to feel more, more, and more. You hear him click his teeth in annoyance at your shirt, and he rather brazenly tears it away, as well as anything underneath, with his sharp nails. He tosses the ripped clothing to the side, ignoring your shocked noise, and presses his lips to your chest, right where your heart would be. He pulls away, his heavy breathing turning to panting, and he continues pressing kisses to your chest. You sigh in pleasure and let him continue, not that stopping him would result in anything fruitful.

The kisses become more and more desperate, and eventually, his lips make room for his tongue and teeth, licking and scraping his fangs against your chest. Occasionally he pauses, panting out of sheer excitement, and presses his ear against your chest again to listen to your rapid heartbeat. Each time he does, you feel him shift his hips and squeeze his thighs together, a shudder running down his spine. His hands grip anything within reach - your waist, your chest, your shoulders, your hair, the sheets - his hands rotate indiscriminately like he can’t decide what should ground him. You reach around him and tug on his hair, taming him. He hums into your chest and pulls back, lips swollen slightly from working at your chest, and eyes teary from stimulation. His face is bright red, barely visible in the pale moonlight. His chest heaves from his panting. You behold this sight for a while, gazing at him.

“I’ll need more than this to receive your devil energy, Sitri.” You gently remind him of the purpose of this endeavor, and his blush deepens. You reach out to cradle his cheek in your palm, and he leans into it, pressing his fingers against your wrist to feel your pulse.

“I apologize, Solomon. I… I’ll make you feel good.” The words drip from his lips like saliva, thick and heavy with meaning, hunger laced in every syllable. He licks from your wrist to your palm, as though he could taste your pulse, before releasing your wrist and shifting his focus to your lower body. He grabs the hem of your clothing and gently tugs it away, removing your intimates as well. He seems to savor the way more of your skin is revealed, more skin through which blood flows, all for him to hear through a pulse.

He moves further away to allow him access to you, kneeling just off of the bed and facing your core directly. He leans his head against your right thigh, pressing his ear to it to listen for a pulse, holding your left thigh away from his horn. You can tell immediately when he finds your pulse, as his grip on you tightens quickly, and he sighs in satisfaction. He starts almost immediately, licking a long stroke from the bottom to the top. You stiffen, trembling. You carefully prop yourself up on your elbows as he continues, sighing in pleasure. He maneuvers his tongue in long, careful strokes, exploring you as he pressed your thigh closer to his ear. All he needed was your heartbeat to know how well he was doing.

Thump, thump, thump.

You roll your hips against Sitri, reaching down for him and gripping his hair, encouraging him. He whimpers when you pull his hair, and you feel him shudder against your thigh. He peers up at you as he continues, his long tongue strokes turning into shorter, more focused ones at more sensitive points. He swirls his tongue in small circular strokes and the steady pattern of stimulation makes you see stars. You tugged harder on his hair, pulling him in closer to you, and he follows, malleable to your touch. It wasn’t much longer until you reached your peak, gripping his hair like a vice and trembling, pleased moans falling from your lips. He grips your thighs harder as you ride out the last of it, thumbs pressing painfully hard into the skin of them, feeling the blood pulse through your veins under his fingers. When you release his hair, he finally pulls away, his lips dripping with the remnants of your release. His hair is mussed, his skin is flushed red, his pupils are blown wide, and his lips are swollen and pink. He is beautiful.

His thumbs are still pressed painfully hard into your thighs and his ear is still pressed against your skin. He’s the picture of ecstasy, enjoying each and every thump of your heart, savoring the sound as though it’s the last he’ll hear of it.

“Solomon…” He pants, licking his lips to clear them of your release. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he shivers again, and you watch as he bites his lip from the sheer thrill of listening to your heartbeat. “Thank you… Thank you for letting me indulge…” He pants between his words, rubbing his cheek against your thigh, still listening to your heartbeat.

You decide you have had enough.

You sit up a bit more, adjusting your posture, and he watches you with adoring, lustful eyes. You roughly grab the front of his shirt, slightly damp with saliva, and pull him towards you. He obediently follows, watching with wide eyes as you lead him over you, pressing his knees into the bed. You take this opportunity to hook your legs behind his knees and flip him over on his back, pressed into the bed as you hover over him.

“I am not Solomon.” You stare down at him, adoring his shocked expression and red cheeks. You reach low for his pants, pressing a palm into his strained erection, gently pulling at his pants button before it pops open, revealing his zipper.

He squirms from your movements, excitement lighting up every nerve of his body. He looks away from you nervously, mumbling an apology. His words are breathless and desperate. “I apologize, Descendant of-”

“No.” You interrupt him quickly, reaching for his jaw and holding it in place. He stops talking purely out of shock, his lips snapping shut. He watches you with wide eyes, breathing heavily. “I do not care about being his descendant. I only want you to say my name. Say my name. It is me you are in bed with, not Solomon.”

He exhales, whimpering slightly. “Yes, yes… MC. MC.” He pants out your name, pupils blown wide with lust once again. “Please… please let me indulge myself, MC.” He begins to beg, squirming more. You knew perfectly well he could hear your heartbeat from where he was, but perhaps it was not enough. Ignoring his pleas, you instead reach down for his zipper, this time pulling it down agonizingly slowly. You watch as he twitches beneath you, his eyes rolling again in ecstasy, waiting for his dick to be free. He starts panting impatiently as you finally unzip them all the way. He whines, his fingers curling into the sheets. “Please… please please please, let me indulge myself. Please, MC.” He begs more, blinking away pitiful tears as you hook your fingers over the band of his boxers, pulling them down. He whimpers more, and you finally indulge him, moving your other hand closer to his head, turning so that your wrist was right against his ear. He sighs happily, and presses his ear to your wrist, sighing again when you finally free his length. He gently rolls his hips upwards, not high enough to touch you, but enough to send a message. He pleads with his eyes, wide and wanting for you. He awaits your movement, biting his lip and curling a hand around your wrist to feel for your pulse again.

Thump, thump, thump.

You simply smile at him as he pleads, and position yourself above him, at last. He visibly gulps, his eyes flickering from your core to your face. Various pleas and whines and broken phrases fall from his lips as you gently position his erection to align with you, and you begin to slowly lower yourself to where his tip meets your entrance. He starts to squirm, the pleas getting more and more insistent. You make direct eye contact with him and hold his gaze and you lower yourself onto him entirely, taking his length in full. He moans pitifully, never breaking eye contact. You bite your lip, gripping his side with one hand to steel yourself. You breathe deeply to calm yourself, still holding Sitri’s gaze.

“Are you ready for me to start moving?” You ask, smiling and biting your lip.

He nods vigorously, too impatient to wait any longer. “Yes, yes!”

You waste no time in going slow. The want that burns within the two of you is far too great for that. Using your knees as leverage, you begin to move, lifting yourself off of him and immediately lowering back down to take him in. The sound of skin slapping on skin and the bed creaking begin to fill the room. Sitri rolls his eyes back and moves his hips to thrust upwards into you, though he can barely keep it up as the pleasure gets to his head. He keeps whimpering and moaning, writhing in pleasure and pressing his fingers to your wrists, savoring the feeling of your pulse. His light blue hair is spread out below him, his bangs sticking to his forehead. His eyes are wide and unfocused, switching between rolling back, staring at yours, or looking at your chest, listening to your thumping heart. His lips are parted and red, breathing heavily.

You can feel him filling you up to the brim, his tip barely kissing a sweet spot deep within you as you continued riding him. You were panting, using up all your energy but unable to stop, purely from how good it felt. You suppressed your moans by biting your lip, but they would escape, betraying how quickly you were falling apart form the pleasure. Every time he managed to thrust upwards, he’d hit the sweet spot directly, and you would curl your back, moaning loudly. The pleasure began to build up within you, and you knew the same was true of him.

You paused your quick movements to instead grind yourself on him, savoring the feeling of him inside and giving your legs a break. Sitri whines and curls his face towards your wrist, gently dragging his tongue across the spot where your pulse was strongest. He presses his lips to your pulse as you continue to grind, muffling his whines and savoring the feeling of your pulse on his lips.

When you finally recover, you lift yourself up again, slowly dragging your walls across the entirety of his length. He pulls away from your wrist and moans, tightening his grip on your wrists and looking up at you pitifully. You lower yourself again, speeding up this time, and he sighs with pleasure, relishing the feeling of you riding him. The break was not enough, however, and you can still feel the pleasure building up. You speed up your movements, not bothering to hide your moans any longer. He simply writhes underneath you, his eyes rolling and his tongue lolling out of his mouth, tightening and releasing his grip on your wrists. He couldn’t ground himself anymore.

You reach for his horn at last and grab it roughly, pulling his head towards your chest. He yelps in surprise, but that very quickly melts into a loud moan, muffled into your chest. He turns his head to press his ear to your chest, and wraps his arms around your back, listening for your heartbeat once more.

Thump, thump, thump.

You stroke his horn as you continue to ride him, and he’s practically yelling at this point, his moans so loud you were sure they could be heard down the hall. Your riding pattern becomes erratic as you reach your peak, and you can feel he is, too, as he desperately attempts to thrust upwards and scrapes his nails into your back, moans barely muffled by your chest.

“MC… MC!” He calls your name and babbles pleas and broken words incoherently before you feel him thrust roughly upwards and still against you. His nails dig into your back and his ear presses harder against your chest than before. You feel him release inside you, warm and sedating. A similar liquid melts across your fingers from his horn, and it drips onto the bed. You are in a similar state, having reached your peak as well. You stiffen as you feel his release within you, panting and moaning, clenching your thighs together as tight as you could.

He shivers against you before he collapses, releasing his grip on you and falling back onto the bed. His eyes are rolled far back into his skull, his lips parted wide and panting, and his cheeks are flushed a beautiful red. You relax and lean over him, not wanting to lift yourself off of him just yet. He whimpers softly at the feeling of still being inside you, twitching slightly. You press a gentle kiss to his lips, which he excitedly reciprocates, reaching weakly to cradle your chin in his hands. As the kiss deepens and becomes sloppy, your tongues searching each other’s mouths, he lazily wraps his arms around your neck, gently pulling you closer. You relax your body against him entirely, pressing your chest to his. Your heartbeats sync, slowing as you both come down from your highs.

You break the kiss, licking your lips, and you look down at him. He looks up at you with hooded, satisfied eyes. His lips are parted, and his panting is slowly slowing down.

“What’s my name?” You ask him, leaning towards him and pressing your forehead to his.

“MC.” He answers, smiling as he does. He curls his arms around you tighter, pulling you closer again and pressing your noses together.

Thump, thump, thump.

“You are not Solomon after all.”

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a/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE SITRIIIIIIIIIII!! i admit i don't think this was my best writing ever but i hope it's good, genuinely, because i spent lots of time on it. reminder that i really appreciate likes, reblogs, comments, and asks!! please let me know what you all think!!

this was self-indulgent but also a gift for @jessamine-rose !!!!

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fayes-fics · 5 months

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Doctor’s Orders

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: Someone decides to play doctor to ameliorate your bad day…

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, doctor/patient roleplay, dom/sub tones, ‘medical examination’ with use of stethoscope and latex gloves, voluntary breathplay, cardiophilia, vaginal fingering, edging.

Word Count: 4.5 k

Authors Note: this is a long-awaited (9 months!) request fill for the lovely @eleanor-bradstreet. My dear, I hope this is somewhat worth the wait. To anyone medically trained, yes, I know what he does is wrong/inaccurate, but that’s the whole point: he’s a somewhat clueless but enthusiastic roleplaying boy, not a real doctor. Thank you to @colettebronte for the read-through and suggestions. Enjoy! <3

It’s been one of those spectacularly shit days at work. When you get to your boyfriend’s flat, all you want to do is shower, crash out and watch brainless TV together.

“Bad day?” Benedict intuits, wandering over from the kitchen, casual in shorts and a t-shirt, as you drop your bag like a tonne of bricks near his front door and pout.

“Hate my job,” you whine, burying your head into his shoulder as he chuckles affectionately, pulling you into his arms and busses a kiss onto your temple.

“No, you don’t; you love your job. You just didn’t love it today,” he smiles into your hair.

“Urgh, fine, yes, Mr EQ, yes, that's true,” you huff his neck, enjoying his clean scent.

“Come with me, my stressed-out noodle,” he offers good-naturedly, withdrawing from the embrace and lacing your fingers with his. He backs up, pulling you along with him further into the flat.

“Where are we going?” you pout again.

“To eat, I made us dinner,” he smiles, something melting in your chest at the sweet gesture.

“Do I have time to shower first?” you ask, wanting to remove all physical traces of this workday from your skin.

“Of course, be my guest,” he nods towards his room, with the en suite bathroom beyond, and you drop a kiss on his cheek as you go.

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Fifteen minutes later, you emerge freshly showered and wearing some of his clothes- a t-shirt that swamps you and jogging bottoms you have to roll up at the waist. You take a seat at the kitchen island and tuck into the amazing-smelling food he has laid out, even giving you a comedic bow as you reenter the room.

The food tastes like heaven, and you can't stop the appreciative moans at the flavour explosion on your tongue.

“Fuck Ben, this is delicious,” you assert as you swallow the mouthful.

His face lights up with that beguiling smile that hooked you in the first place all those months ago, and you can't help but lean in and give him a quick peck.

“So do you want to talk about the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day? Or is this more of a big glass of wine and stfu sort of deal?“ he hedges amiably, assessing your needs.

You sigh as you finish your next bite. “Honestly? I don't know. I’m so stressed about it all I sort of don’t want to talk about it. I feel like I need to be one of those Regency ladies who is prescribed a trip to the seaside for my nerves, you know?” you jest, circling your empty fork in the air to highlight your point.

He barks a laugh. “Funny you should say that; I was just reading a book about hilarious historical cures.”

“Yeah…?” your interest piqued.

“Dorset left it out,” he explains, referring to his roommate, a junior doctor at Guys Hospital. “It's hilarious. But I don't think they would diagnose you with a trip to the seaside, at least not based on what I’ve read.”

You swivel on your stool to face him. “Oh no? Then what would I have been prescribed, Dr Bridgerton?” you jest, leaning your chin on your hand and arching a challenging brow. But you don't miss how his pupils dilate a fraction as you address him such.

He turns towards you with a laconic smile. “You likely would have been prescribed a course of pelvic stimulations.”

You are glad you hadn't taken another bite of dinner, as you would have sprayed him with food with that spit take.

“What?!? No!” you laugh incredulously.

“Don't believe me? Go look,” he challenges, gesturing to the book on the coffee table.

“So… Is that what I think it is? Women would literally be told, medically, to masturbate?” you giggle, disbelieving.

“Oh no,” he corrects. “You wouldn't do it; the doctor would.”

“What the…??”

“Yup… ‘to alleviate the female hysterics’,” he chimes, affecting an old-timely announcer voice.

“With what?” you ponder aloud, still utterly perplexed.

“Hands, I would assume,” he breezes. “Why? Would you like a helping hand?” he winks, wiggling his eyebrows comically.

“I mean….” you trail off, still laughing but feeling a tiny buzz between your legs at the idea. “I'm not going to say no… Doctor Bridgerton,” you banter back.

Benedict puts down his fork, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows his bite of food and turns slowly towards you, an enigmatic glint in his eye.

“Well, now, you will need a thorough medical examination before I can determine if such a prescription is even the correct one,” he throws out, still with a jovial air, but the dropped octave is decidedly suggestive.

“How long until I can get an appointment?” you shoot back, feeling the atmosphere in the room shift, the dynamic between you playful but with a definite undercurrent of heat now.

“The doctor is always in… for you,” he answers, a hand landing heavily on your knee. “If you are ready, please go wait in the exam room,” Benedict responds, signalling to the sofa, that hand squeezing slightly. “The doctor can be right with you.”

You giggle and shoot him a ‘Are we really doing this?’ look. When he nods, you wiggle off the stool and drift over to the sectional as he disappears down the hallway, your half-eaten dinners now very much abandoned. Little butterflies in your stomach as you perch, eagerly awaiting his return.

When he re-enters the room, you almost forget how to breathe. He has obviously raided his flatmate's room and come out wearing a white doctor’s overcoat, his shapely calves bare beneath the hem, a stethoscope slung casually around his shoulders. He has also dug out his reading glasses to complete the look. He is so utterly convincing you don't know what to think, except…. Oh fuck yes.

“Good afternoon, Miss y/l/n,” he greets, stepping effortlessly into the roleplay. “I'm Dr Bridgerton. Tell me, what ails you today?”

He sits on the coffee table right in front of you, looking at you expectantly for your response.

“Hello, doctor,” you begin, stilted, still a little discombobulated by his appearance and how utterly aroused you are by it. “I… I am overworked in my job and don't know the best way to relieve the stress I feel….”

“Well, I am sorry to hear that. Let us do a basic examination so I can rule out any possible physical ailments and go from there.” Before you can respond, he produces disposable gloves from his overcoat pocket and snaps them on, your tummy fluttering at the sight of them pulling taunt around his long fingers.

Oh, he means it.

He leans in, his hands cupping your jaw, warm even through the latex. You whimper quietly, realising he is pretending to feel the lymph nodes beneath your ear for swelling. But he doesn't let go; he just stares you down, his eyes glittering in the lamp glow.

“Say ahhh,” he prompts.

You open your mouth instinctively, just like at the doctor’s. He pivots a hand so his thumb gently presses down on your tongue as he peers into your mouth.

“Hmm, I see no evidence of an oral infection. But I should check via other means too, to be thorough,” he murmurs, pupils dilating as you cheekily close your lips around his thumb and suck on it suggestively. The powdery flavour on the glove somehow just heightens the heat you feel spreading inside.

“Behave please, Miss,” he rebukes, but his actions say otherwise - extracting his thumb and trailing your saliva in a line down over your chin, your neck, resting it in your suprasternal notch as his fingers curl around your neck and tug you towards him.

His kiss is deep and breathtaking. His tongue unfurls into your mouth and probes yours as if this, too, is a thorough examination. You follow his lead, letting him dictate the terms, wanting to follow wherever he is going with this.

“I think we can rule out anything in your mouth being the problem,” he opines drolly over your lips.

“Thank you, doctor,” you respond coquettish.

“Let me listen to your lungs to ensure there are no respiratory problems. Remove your clothing, please,” he orders brusquely, sitting back.

“All of it?” you inhale sharply.

“I suppose just your top for now,” he revises, looking a tad impatient.

When you whip off the top to reveal you are without a bra, his eyes flash, and the tip of his tongue pokes out as your nipples pebble in the cool air of the room. A wave of something behind your ribs as he unfurls the stethoscope from around his neck and places it in his ears.

“Please keep your hands at your sides at all times. And beware, this may be cold,” he warns.

You squeak as the cool metal is placed onto the flesh above your left breast, your hands curling around the sofa edge by your thighs so you keep them as told.

“Breath in deeply for me,” he instructs, and you do, taking a deep inhale, feeling your body bloom with his proximity as his face squints in concentration. When he doesn't say exhale, you hold, unsure what else to do, your lungs feeling tight. It seems much longer than necessary. “And out”

He drags the bell over your sternum to the same spot on the right side.

“Again” he orders. You follow the instructions, taking a deep breath. “Hold it,” he alerts, as you start to feel the struggle for air. You do his bidding, feeling that trademark ache under your ribs under the exertion. “And release,” he instructs just as you want to disobey.

“Good,” he rumbles, “just one more.”

You pant lightly as he drags the scope down between your breasts, then jump as he presses it low into the sensitive spot where your ribs meet on your diaphragm.

“In and hold.”

As you do, he tilts forward and suddenly seizes a nipple between his teeth. You make a strangled noise in your closed mouth, a zipping thrill right down to your clit. The surprise makes air escape out your nose, fingers grasping the cushion.

“No,” he gruffs into your breast, not looking up at you. “I told you to hold. You hold your breath until I say you can release,” he lectures. “Now breath in and hold it,” his voice taking on a steely edge that makes your pussy constrict.

Wordlessly, you do as told, and this time, he swaps to your other nipple, biting down, then lathing with his hot tongue as you struggle—tight lungs, intense pressure behind your cheeks. The thronging pleasure around where he teases you makes it an almost impossible task; starting to struggle a little, your body twitching, fingers and toes flexing.

“Let it out,” he permits, and you open your mouth, the air escaping in a loud ‘pahhhh’ sound.

“Well, I think your lungs sound very healthy,” he breezes nonchalantly as if this is just how a doctor does an exam.

“That’s good,” you defer to his faux expertise even as you feel his saliva drying on your areola.

“Now, let's test your heart,” he proceeds, pulling the stethoscope from his ears so it rests around his neck. “Remove the rest of your clothing now, please, Miss.”

“Is that strictly necessary, doctor? Just to listen to my heart?” you waver, even as your hands go to the ties at your waistband.

“I am the doctor here, am I not?” he counters, raising a brow.

“Yes,” you demure, a pulse around your clit at how thoroughly he inhabits this role.

“You may find it easier to stand,” he chuckles as he watches you shuffling, struggling to remove your bottoms while seated.

So you do as he suggests, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin around your belly button as you push the loose jersey material over the swell of your hips. He growls at the other surprise lurking—you wear no underwear, your bare slit inches from his face as the clothing pools around your feet, now utterly naked.

“Is this okay, doctor?” you simper, looking down at him sitting on the coffee table as he finally tilts his head to look at your face.

“Lay down on the exam table,” he commands, his pointer finger jabbing towards the chaise.

“Make me…”

Your tongue rebels before your brain can engage, wanting to see how much he will take control if you act out. He springs to his feet, towering over you, inches from you, and grasps the nape of your neck, forcing you to look up at him.

“Are you questioning my methods?” he interrogates, his hold strong but not hurting.

Oh, yes, Benedict, well done.

“No, Doctor,” you simper, attempting to look innocent but knowing your eyes must be fully dilated by now, distracted by the pulse you see in his throat.

“I need to be very thorough before I can diagnose you accurately, Miss,” he cautions. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes, doctor.”

“Good. Now lay down,” he instructs brusquely, releasing his grip.

You drop to the sofa and lay out for him, a thrill zipping over your skin. He places a large cushion beneath your neck and head so you are tilted up and can see down the plain of your naked body.

“Now be very still and be very quiet. Keep your hands at your sides. Whatever I do to you is to ensure your heart is healthy. Do you understand me?” he tutors, his eyes roaming your body covetously.

“Yes, doctor,” you confirm, knowing your chest is rising and falling rapidly, the anticipation burning in your being.

He places the stethoscope directly over your heart and loops it back into his ears, the cool metal now a balm against your flushed skin.

“You have a good strong heartbeat,” he states casually, “But it is a little slow for my liking….”

His gloved hand loops around the leg closest to him and hauls it wide into his lap, your knee brushing a prominent bulge under the overcoat that makes your insides clench at the very thought of his cock.

“Stay still.”

His clipped reminder is delivered as he trails his fingertips along your inner thigh, his other hand still holding the stethoscope against your chest. Your breath stutters as his latex-covered fingers nudge your folds, already weeping.

“Well, I see there is certainly no problem with your ability to get aroused,” he intones smokily with a tantalising brush over your clit.

His moves are unrushed, his touch maddeningly light, not nearly enough, barely a glance over your soaked flesh, making you ache for more. After a few moments, you whine and defiantly attempt to push into his touch.

“Did I not tell you to be still and quiet?” he arches an eyebrow, and you pout but still yourself and fold your lips inwards under your teeth. “That’s better. Now let's see what happens when I….”

He expertly plunges two long fingers into your pussy, your arousal leaking over his gloves as he does so. He hisses his approval at your heated cling, pushing deep as you swallow your gasp, biting your lip to prevent any more sound from escaping. His fingers hook, and his wrist twists in slow corkscrew turns, dragging thoroughly over your walls as if giving you an internal exam. You crave more: more fingers, movement, friction, more of anything, your fingernails scratching against the fibres of the sofa, keeping them at your sides as told, even as you itch to grab his wrist and direct his motions.

“Interesting,” he mutters, his fingers swirling slowly, probing inside as he drags the scope fractionally on your sternum.

You utter a silent curse, your body already quivering. The room filled only with the sound of your ragged breathing and the sodden noise from between your legs as he leisurely rocks his gloved fingers into and out of your pussy, you suctioning around his knuckles, the stretch with each stroke making you want to beg for him to make you come.

“Your heart is definitely strong,” he declares, “but I think we need to put it to the test properly.”

His thumb presses onto your clit, and it's like a lightning bolt through your being. Something about the fact it's not his skin on yours lends an extra frisson. You can feel the warmth of his pad behind the latex barrier as he flicks against your swollen nub.

“More, please, Doctor Bridgerton, please,” you entreat desperately, attempting to tilt your pelvis to ride his hand.

He groans at your use of his name, not chastising you for vocalising. His rigid cock brushes your knee held in his lap as he surges his hips fractionally, your legs spread obscenely wide as he finger fucks you, his stethoscope leaving a circular imprint on your chest, almost bearing his weight into your skin. God help you both if his flatmate cuts his night shift short.

“Your bpm is rising,” he reports as his fingers move faster, wringing filthy noises from your body now, pushing harder with every stroke, his thumb circling your clit with unerring pressure. You just moan a litany of ‘Dr Ben’, and ‘yes’ and ‘please don’t stop’ as you spiral higher.

“That's it, yes, that's what I like to hear,” he encourages, “it's like music.”

Even you can tell your heart is thumping now, hearing it loud in your own ears as the blood rushes to your head. Just as you are about to crest, he suddenly stops his ministrations and withdraws his fingers. You cry out as he rests the soaked glove on your lower belly, pressing down softly from the outside on that spot that aches for more, your own juices dripping down between your bum cheeks.

“Shhh shh,” he pacifies, the scope he still holds with his other hand feeling heavy on your flesh as his prideful gaze travels up your panting body, gleeful at his ability to do this to you.

You plead with your eyes as his eyes finally reach your face, silently asking him to finish.

“Wonderful, your heartbeat is so strong in my ears,” he sounds almost wistful, dreamy.

Your breathing slows, even as you feel the burn of an orgasm so denied, your pelvis throning, your clit painfully engorged.

“Hmm, let’s go again, shall we?” he smirks.

That’s all the warning you get before he plunges his fingers back inside, this time using three, the latex glove squeaking slightly around his palm. You scream and cant your body up off the sofa to the point he briefly lets go of the scope; his glove presses down on your diaphragm, forcing you back flat so you cannot ride his fingers like you want to.

“Please, doctor…” you beseech, voice reedy and wanton, uncaring about anything but being hurled over that divine edge.

“The more you ask, the less I am inclined to deliver,” he menaces. “I will just edge you all night and listen to your heart thumping so hard for me it sounds like it wants to break out from under your ribs.” he jerks the scope pointedly over your breastbone.

You close your eyes and bite your lip, resigning yourself to obey. That he might keep you on edge for so long, you cannot bear—you need to come like you need air.

His handsome face is smug as he once again probes your body from inside, almost experimenting based on the tiny whimpers you make. He jabs a spot that makes your entire body spasm, and a crooked, dangerous smile spreads over his features.

“Oh, look what we have found,” his chest resonant with pitch, the tone dark and sweet.

Once again, you beg silently, but he indulges in the tease. Tapping gently on the spot rather than rocking into it, a slow, gentle touch that makes every nerve jangle, like an itch you cannot scratch hard enough.

“I love to see you like this,” he admits breathily as he keeps us at that vexing pace. “So strung out and desperate to come. You would do anything I told you to right now, wouldn't you? If I just promised to let you over the edge.”

You are nodding vigorously before he even finishes his sentence, his triumphant expression almost galling if not for the desire writ large on his face.

“Good,” he snarls and starts to jab on that same spot. Desire roars fire in your veins, and you scream, your body trembling. He leans over and captures one of your nipples in his wet, warm mouth, and you scream again, uncaring what any of his neighbours may think.

You are dangling on the edge, reality bleeding into pleasure when once again he stops, and the noise that escapes your lungs is feral—a wretched groaning wail as an inferno licks around every edge of your being.

“Listen,” he growls, roughly yanking the tubes from his ear and placing them over yours. The noise is almost deafening, a thumping rhythm so fast it is virtually interpolating and looping upon itself. It's fascinating and life-affirming even as your body cries out, your clit pulsing in tempo with the thrumming beat. Greedily, he grabs them back and places them over his ears again, moving the bell to the right, his breath gusting hard.

“Touch yourself,” he orders gruffly.

It doesn't take moments for your hand to slide between your legs and catch your clit, a hardened, searing nub so wet you can hardly find grip and so distended it doesn't even feel like your body.

He leans possessively over you, a vein in his neck pulsing as he listens intently, his eyes pinging between your face, the scope on your naked chest and your hand between your legs, rubbing vigorously.

When his fingers sink back inside you, your knuckles cradled in his palm as you strum your clit, it hurtles you instantly over. You grasp his bicep as you crest the wave, your whole body held taught then snapping, shuddering and pulsing forcefully around his fingers as you tumble down that abyss, his stethoscope almost bruising your breastbone as you writhe, him singing your praises. You don't recall the next few moments, floating far away as everything is fuzzy, as if behind a gauzy filter.

“Oh, that was perfect,” he attests sotto voce as you return to yourself, shaking with tony aftershocks. “You should hear how alive your body sounds when you come like that. Fuck that was amazing…” he seems almost dazed, his fingers dormant inside you.

As he withdraws from you, you emit a mewl, overwrought and shaking from the intensity.

“Well, Miss,” he begins, slipping back into his roleplay. “I can say without a doubt you are very healthy, so no concern there. I can also tell your stress level is much lower now. Thus, I shall be prescribing you a minimum of two orgasms a day. Purely for your health, you understand,” he adds with a knowing smirk.

“Yes, doctor,” you nod drowsily, slurring slightly. “Should I administer them mysel…?”

“No,” he cuts in. “I'm afraid it requires a medical professional such as myself to ensure correct dosage,” his tone gravelly, snapping off the gloves from his hands, balling them up and tossing them aside. “You will need to see me morning and night for at least a month until I can properly assess whether the treatment plan is effective.”

“Yes, Doctor Bridgerton,” you purr sibilant, too strung out to do anything but languidly agree to everything he says.

As you go to close your legs, he grabs your kneecap, preventing you.

“Oh no, we are not done here,” he intones with a tinge of menace.

“No?” you stutter.

“No, I need to be very thorough,” he counters, his voice rich like velvet. His bare fingers trail ticklish patterns over the crease of your knee as he smiles perilously, enjoying keeping you on tenterhooks. “I am nowhere near done with your treatment for the day. You have only had one climax, and I do believe I said you need a minimum of two per day," he reminds you, his stare blistering.

You watch, almost stupified, as he removes the stethoscope and swivels to kneel between your legs, grabbing them and pushing them high and wide apart, the burning stretch along your inner thighs making you gasp.

“Now, are you going to do exactly what your doctor tells you to do this time?” he grills, his fingers digging into your flesh, his gaze intense.

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Good,” the word resonates through his being as his hungry stare slips over your body, down between your legs. “Now I think you need something more substantial than fingers, don't you?” he smirks playfully.

“Please, yes, please, Doctor Bridgerton,” you implore, canting your breasts up towards him, your eyes covetously sliding down his body as he hovers over you. Your breath quickens when you see the clear outline of his cock bulging against the overcoat. Oh god, is he naked under there? The thought makes you clench again.

You raise your hands and tug at the collar of his overcoat until the first popper opens, revealing his constellation of freckles. When he doesn't stop you, emboldened, you pull again, each popper relenting, a larger slice of his naked torso revealed with each ping. By the time you are down to the last two, you see the trail of hair from beneath his belly button and moan.

“You have been naked this whole time, doctor?!” your voice hitching almost scratchy.

He grabs your hand away, pressing it into the cushion above your head as he bears you into the sofa with his weight, one of that last fastened poppers snagging cold metal against your swollen clit.

“I cannot ask my patients to be naked if I am not as well, surely?” he rumbles, hot in your ear, his warm chest covering yours. He grabs your other wrist and guides it to the same place. “Now, hold onto the cushion under your head and don't move your hands until I say so,” he orders, his smoulder turning lethal as you do as told.

He pulls up slightly and yanks the rest of the coat open, throwing it aside, giving you only a fleeting glance before surging his leaking, heated cock right over your slit.

“God, Ben, fuck me,” your errant internal monologue slips from your tongue before you can stop it.

“Who is Ben?” he quips duskily, rocking in a distracting manner, his tip glancing into your folds. “There is only Doctor Bridgerton here tonight.”

“Doctor Bridgerton,” you amend, fingers curling into the seam of the throw cushion, fighting the urge to grab him, “please fuck me.”

He smiles triumphantly and lowers himself over you so you are swamped by him.

“Well, as you asked so nicely…”

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her-satanic-wiles · 6 months

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October 18th

Olfactophilia, Cardinal Copia x Reader (Dracopia edition)

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Words: 3.2k

Warnings: Olfactophilia; public; mild cardiophilia; hickeys; cunnilingus; hair pulling; praise kink; cumswap; piv sex; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; biting; blood drinking; blood play; creampie;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals @deetz-ghuleh @onlyhereforghost

This is a favourite of mine, so I hope you love it just as much as I do.

🔞 MDNI 🔞

In the shadowy realm of the undead, where immortal creatures roamed the night in search of sustenance, there existed Copia. He was a creature of both elegance and darkness, cursed with eternal life and a thirst for human blood that gnawed at him ceaselessly. For centuries, Copia had roamed the earth, silently feeding on victims who were fully aware of just what he was and mewled for him to take them as he pleased. His existence a never-ending cycle of desire and despair.

But one fateful night, under the glow of a blood-red moon, Copia’s unquenchable thirst lead him to a discovery that would consume him like no other before. To you.

It was at a masquerade ball, one of Terzo’s many elaborate and luxurious parties he adored throwing, where the decadent scent of human lives filled the air, that he first laid eyes on you.

You were an enchanting beauty even behind the mask you wore, your hair cascading like a waterfall of silk, your skin glowing radiantly under the dim candlelight. Your scent, however, was what ensnared Copia’s senses. It was unlike any he had ever encountered, a heady, intoxicating aroma that beckoned him closer with each passing second. Your blood sang to him, a sweet and alluring melody that seemed to promise unparalleled ecstasy.

Copia found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He watched you from the shadows, his crimson eyes fixed upon you as you danced gracefully with other members of the Clergy. His sharp fangs tingled with anticipation, and his heart, though undead, raced as if it were still alive. He had never felt such a powerful pull before, and he knew he could not resist the allure of your blood.

Your blood was unlike any other Copia had ever encountered in his centuries-long existence. It was an olfactory masterpiece, a symphony of scents that intoxicated his senses with each passing breath. Akin to human perfume yet intoxicating to vampires, scents usually varied and had genetics to them as well as other cultural factors, such as diet or exposure to sunlight. To describe it required delving into the intricacies of your unique essence.

The first note that wafted to Copia’s sensitive nostrils was a delicate floral fragrance, reminiscent of the rarest and most enchanting blossoms that only bloomed under the light of the full moon. It was as if the very essence of a midnight garden had been distilled into your veins, creating an aroma that was both ethereal and intoxicating.

Beneath the floral undertones, there was a hint of something deeper, something earthy and grounding. It was as if your blood held the secrets of ancient forests, the scent of damp soil and the rich decay of fallen leaves, creating a harmonious balance between the ethereal and the primal.

As he inhaled more deeply, another layer of your scent revealed itself—a subtle sweetness, like the nectar of a thousand flowers condensed into a single drop. It was a sweetness that tantalized his senses, promising unparalleled pleasure and satisfaction, while at the same time reminding him of the forbidden nature of his desires.

But there was more to your blood than just these exquisite layers. It held a hint of warmth, a comforting aroma that spoke of hearth and home, of safety and sanctuary. It was a scent that stirred a longing in Copia’s cold, immortal heart, a longing for a connection that transcended the boundaries of his cursed existence. You were kindhearted and comforting - and somehow your blood gave it away.

As Copia continued to breathe in the intoxicating fragrance of your blood, he couldn’t help but be reminded of the most exquisite wines, aged to perfection, each sip a journey through time and flavor. Your blood was like the rarest vintage, a treasure to be savored and cherished.

Yet, it was precisely this exquisite aroma that made Copia’s struggle all the more torturous. The temptation to taste your blood, to lose himself in its complex and irresistible scent, was nearly unbearable. Tonight he would indulge and partake in you, with your consent of course. He gave himself a silent promise, and he hoped that you would allow him the pleasures of your body as he needed them.

As the night wore on, Copia’s self-control waned. His senses became overwhelmed by the scent of your blood, and every beat of your heart echoed in his ears like a hypnotic drum. He knew he was on the brink of losing himself, succumbing to his primal instincts, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from you. He sneered quietly at anyone who dared approach you and ask for a dance, and glared daggers into any men whose hands drifted far from where they should be on your body.

Finally, unable to restrain himself any longer, Copia approached you, his movements like a predatory dance. You looked up at him, your kind eyes locking with his, and in that moment, you too felt the undeniable connection between you both. It was as if fate had brought you together, two beings on opposite sides of the living and the undead, bound by an inexplicable attraction.

You danced. You were both enthralled by one another, hypnotised by an invisible force that forced a need to strengthen and bubble up inside you. With each dance step, your bodies got closer, and closer, and closer, until eventually not even a sheet of paper could be wedged between you. It was all too much for Copia. He was thirsty for you in more ways than one. Your scent overpowered him to the brink of insanity and he knew he had to taste you in every way he could. When the music was over, he took your hand into his gloved one and walked you both off the dance floor and away from the Clergy’s prying eyes.

In a secluded corner of the ballroom, Copia’s lips brushed against your neck, his fangs dangerously close to your tender skin. He could feel your pulse quicken, your breath hitch, and he knew you understood the perilous situation you were in. But neither of you could resist the magnetic force that drew you together. His gloved hand came to the other side of your neck, the leather rubbing against the front of your throat. “Not yet, bella. I wish to savour you first. Will you allow me the honour?”

Before you could change your mind, you nodded. “Yes.” Your voice came out as no more than a breathy whisper, which was fortunate given that just round the corner, Terzo’s party raged on.

He allowed himself to take another inhale of your scent at the pulse-point in your neck, eyes rolling back at the flavours that combined so perfectly it made goosebumps appear on his pale skin. He licked at that pulse-point, teasing himself with your taste and allowing him just a snippet of what was to come, his cock growing ever harder under his formal Cardinal robes. He allowed his lips to travel the expanse of your skin, following the flow of your veins and groaning as his nose hovered above your heart. He could hear it beating, sped up at your nervousness. He was so close to you and it made your heart skip many a beat, rushing your delectable blood around your body in anticipation of what was to come. That rhythm, that melody that proved just how vibrant and alive you were was only for him to hear - like a secret no one else needed to know. He placed a tender kiss on your chest above that hard-working, beautiful heart, before continuing down the length of your arm.

Your wrist was his next port of call, your natural perfume emanating strongly from the prominent blue veins that you relied upon. He pressed open mouthed kisses to it, again teasing himself with the smell and the taste of you. Yet the longer he hovered, the more tempted he became, and pulling himself away was so difficult he could hardly stand it.

He dropped to his knees in front of you, his leather-clad fingers playing with the hem of your dress that had been puffed out by a large hoop skirt, giving you the appearance of a 17th century princess. You watched him hesitate for a moment, before wide eyes stared up at you as if to plead with you to grant him permission. His eyes were mismatched and popped against his Cardinal paints, and the baby bat eyes had your heart skipping a beat. You couldn’t say no. You moved your hands from the waist of your dress and began pulling your skirts up, granting him access to your legs and eventually your panties. He took your left leg in his hands, lifting it gently and placing delicate kisses from your ankle to your knees. Those kisses became more and more heated the higher up his lips traveled, and once again his tongue came out to play. Though now, instead of just kissing, he also began to suck, marking your left thigh with not one, but many dark brown hickeys. No one would see them here, but you would be reminded of them every time you caught a glimpse of your naked body. The thought alone drove Copia crazy. “Ti voglio così tanto.” He confessed from below you, his deep voice soft and filled with desire for you. I want you so much.

As soon as he reached your panties, he hooked his fingers over the waistband and pulled them off, placing them in one of the deep pockets of his robe - not before giving them a deep inhale. They would serve him well for a few nights at least. But now he had total access to your most intimate part, and he was dizzy with your scent. Your arousal had flooded your cunt with blood and Copia could no longer control himself. His fangs didn’t come to play yet, but he dove straight in and began licking and sucking at your clit. He was so desperate and needy for your taste, he forgot to take it easy and instead allowed himself to just take from you want he wanted. The small and quiet whimpers that escaped from your partially opened mouth were enough to spur him on, and encourage him to continue his ministrations. You had, of course, spoken to him before this moment - your voice as melodic as your scent, but now your voice was more than a song. It was a calling from below, from Satan himself, rewarding Copia with praise and glory for his centuries of faith. “Right there!” You whispered, punctuating your sentence with a particularly breathy moan due to the harsh suction he performed.

One of your hands let go of the hem of your dress to clutch onto his hair, your own neediness manifesting in the form of a tight grip around his brownish-blonde locks. Copia’s corresponding hand came up to hold the dress still needing it out of the way to please you as much as he possibly could. The harder you pulled meant the better you felt, and that got Copia impossibly hard. He needed the relief. So, as his mouth worshipped you like the gift Lucifer had sent, his other (free) hand came to his own clothed cock, and began to rub over it to relieve some of the pressure building. The size of your skirts meant you couldn’t see exactly what Copia was doing to himself, but his shoulder was moving as though it were a ripple of disturbed water, and that somehow was even hotter. You saw nothing, but the implication of him touching himself because he simply couldn’t wait anymore had you gasping for air. The hand tangled in his hair released him and flew up to your mouth, covering your exceptionally desperate moans as you came on his tongue right as the music had stopped and the dancers were clapping.

Copia didn’t release you from his suctioned grip until he was sure your orgasm had ebbed away, his moustache and chin glistening with your wetness and a small grin on his face. “Bella,” he said gently, “you are exquisite.”

He stood from his knees and kissed your lips, his tongue begging for entrance which was granted. You could taste yourself on his tongue, your cum now entering your mouth and sending another wave of arousal down to your pussy. “Will you allow me entrance, dolcezza?”

You nodded.

“Grazie. Turn around for me.” You did as you were told, pressing your breasts against the wall and arching your back slightly to grant Copia easier access once again.

Each of his moves were calculated ensuring your modesty would still be intact in case someone passed by and witnessed him defiling you. He only lifted your skirts enough to grant him access. His cock rubbed against you twice before you felt his cold, bulbous tip at your entrance, slowly pushing in and forcing your jaw to drop at the sensation. He was much larger than any other man you’d taken, and while the stretch burned it was delicious. Your nipples hardened beneath the material of your underwear and every one of your hairs stood on end. Your entire body was sensitive, feeling his cock in every inch of you from your head to your toes that were curling in your heels. All the while, Copia buried his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent once more and trying to drown himself in it. With the head of his cock now pressed up against your cervix, his hands moved to grope your body, his desire for you becoming completely unbearable. You were soft beneath his touch, pliant, blood and adrenaline circling in all the right places to keep you warm. He tested the waters, tentative thrusts allowing him to make sure you were ready for him to move before he let his lust take over and call all she shots for him. And thankfully, you were ready.

Bracing his right hand against your hip and the left wrapped around your stomach, he began to move in and out of you, long, thoughtful, deep strokes that set your walls on fire with each one. All the while, his face never left the crook of your neck, his tongue coming out to lick and suck at the pulse-point and every inhale filling his nostrils like a drug giving him the energy he needed. After your first orgasm, your blood had gotten sweeter, the Oxycontin released into your blood providing a more honeyed note, the wine turning into mead. Intoxicating, truly.

Your moans were much louder now than they were moments ago, confident in the loudness of the next song in shielding you both from detection. Your left hand rested atop Copia’s that was wrapped around your stomach and you interlocked your fingers with his, the passion proving too much for you to handle on your own. You needed him to ground you despite the fact that he was the one sending you directly to nirvana. “C-Cardinal!” You called out to him and you couldn’t describe why. You needed him closer, moving faster, though he already felt glorious inside you, each ardent thrust ensuring the head of his cock hit your cervix deliciously. Your eyes were closed, and your right hand began traversing down beneath your skirts to play with your sensitive clit. You had no idea when Copia planned to drink from you, but the apprehension had you reeling.

Copia’s grunts were so close to your ear they practically vibrated throughout your entire body. “Sei così fradicia per me, bella.” You’re dripping wet for me, beautiful. “It is a wonder why I never took a bite from your sumptuous fruit before.” He gently began nipping at your skin, and nibbling at your ear. “Tell me, bella, did you want me to?”

“Yes!” You gasped at a particularly breathtaking hit.

“You touched yourself at the thought of this, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Cardinal!”

He chuckled lowly before going back to your neck. “Tell me what you thought about.”

“This… you… oh, Lucifer! I thought about how much you’d fill me - how good you’d feel inside of me. I…”

“Go on, dolcezza.”

“I thought about you biting me and drinking from me. I thought about feeding you.”

He released a deep and gutteral groan at the thought of it. He hadn’t known who you were before tonight, he’d never crossed your path, but knowing that you’d desired him for a while had his hips snapping much harder than before. His undead body revived by you and the lust for your lifeblood and cunt, your words and desperate pleas lighting a fire in his stomach making him even more ravenous for you. He intended on tormenting you further, but the image of you laying in your room with your legs spread and the image of him drinking from you as you came did more for his impending orgasm than he wanted to admit. “I need you to cum for me again, bella. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Cardinal.”

“Good girl.”

With a few more flicks of your fingers, and your breaths becoming more and more laboured, you tipped over the edge once more. Copia had picked up the exact point where your lungs briefly halted as you began to cum, and sunk his teeth into you. This earned a deep, breathless moan from you as your orgasm heightened at the sensation. Still thrusting as hard as he wanted, still pulling you as close to his body as he could, he began lapping up the crimson blood that poured from the two open wounds in your neck. He wasn’t as fast as he wanted to be, and when he opened his eyes he saw two trails of deep red spilling down your neck and over your breast, pooling between your cleavage at where your bra sat flush against the skin. He groaned at the sinful sight, and as he took his final gulp, he released his seed inside of you, cumming the hardest he ever had. You tasted as good as you smelled, he knew you would. But now there would be no letting you go. It was so difficult for him to stop, he’d realised when it was too late that he’d taken a little more blood from you than what he’d intended, and so he pulled back and out of you, and closed up the wound as best as he could with his saliva. You were on the verge of fainting, now covered in your own blood and had his cum dripping out of your cunt, there was no way you could go back to the party now. Instead, he helped you back to his room where he could keep an eye on you and feed you until your blood and strength had replenished.

He watched you sleep as you lay in the bed he never used, and gently caressed your smooth cheek. You were so peaceful and divine. It was truly a gift from Sathanas. He would spend the rest of his days thanking the Dark One for sending you to him.

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noisyquokka · 6 months

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Hi hi! First, I'd like to say how wonderful your writing is and how much I enjoy it. It always makes me smile :)

Second, I have a request. Could you do a GN!reader with Minho where we feel and listen to each other's heartbeats? Maybe throw in a good kiss for extra flavor? I just think it would be really cute, and being a cardiophile who ults Minho, seeing a story like that would make my day.

No rush at all of course, and thank you for your amazing writing. Keep up the great work! ❤

Midnight Symphonies

PAIRING - Minho x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS - What more is needed than the sweet song of your Lover's heartbeat in the silence of the night.

WORDCOUNT - 1.1k

WARNINGS - Fluff, Soft Cardiophilia, a tad suggestive? (more like petting and caressing idk), a soft and domestic Minho who just needs a good night's rest

A/N - Love this request so much!! I apologize for it being so short. I was hoping to make this a little longer, but I'm not a fan of writing more in only to have it feel forced. I hope I've done your request justice, Dearie 😅

It's been roughly a half hour since he walked through the door. You heard the apartment door click shut through your haze of sleep, footsteps pad down the hall, even the subtle rustling of clothes slipping off at the foot of the bed. The water running in the shower was the last thing to ring in your ears before you dozed off again.

It's late now; just a little past midnight when Minho slips into bed. Your brows twitch as the mattress dips behind you, the sheets flipped up so he could slide in beside you. A warm hand coming to rest at your waist. You instinctively lean into his touch, hips shifting against the mattress to lose that space between you. To find his warmth.

"Can't sleep?"

The question has you stifling a yawn, rolling over so you're facing him. He smells like evergreen and lavender, the notes coming together to wash over your senses. Utter tranquility.

"No... jus' heard you come in." You mumble.

"Sorry."

"You're fine, Babe."

Minho shifts until he's lying on his back, eyes closed as he pulls you on top of him. Your body settles into his embrace, falling into place as if you're the missing piece to his puzzle. Slender fingers run up and down the length of your spine, callouses coaxing you back into a sleepy haze as the minutes tick on. Your head falls against his chest and with that, the sure and steady thump thump of his heart hits your eardrums. It's the perfect metronome, as if his very existence were a symphony. It's more than enough to lull you back into that liminal space between conscious response and dreams. Though you're not quite ready to go back there yet.

"How was practice?" The palm of your hand travels as you pop the question, tired limbs and muscles twitching beneath soft flesh.

"Good." He hums, lungs swelling under you only to release a great sigh. You can tell he's exhausted, if not by the short responses, by how needy he's being. Strong arms keep you pressed against his chest, lips making contact with your scalp. "Just glad to be home."

You smile at that, picking your head up to trail a few kisses of your own over the expanse of his chest, the skin dewy and warm from the shower. Minho purrs, his fingertips sweeping over the swell of your hip and you glance up to catch the beginnings of a lazy smile pulling his lips. He searches for your hand among the sheets, a short hunt that ends with your elbow propped up on his chest and lips ghosting over your wrist. Your pulse spikes at the contact. Brown eyes find yours in the dim lighting of the bedroom, half-lidded and malleable in your presence.

"Feeling's mutual." You murmur, observing the way his fingers press into the underside of your wrist. The action alone is something so simple yet so... intimate.

You've always found the sound of Minho's heartbeat to be hypnotic, to feel the muscle quicken under your touch. Strong and steady. Minho has never been opposed to the ritual. In fact, he'd been more curious than anything when you first brought it up. Now, you often find yourselves in bed like this— a mess of limbs and tangled sheets, few words spoken because you're both enamored by the life force that keeps both of you going.

Minho has his own way of reciprocating. What started out as the subtle nuzzling of his head against your chest turned deliberate, always accompanied by the warmth of his hands sweeping over your flesh in search of your pulse points. His actions are always attentive and measured, even when he's trying to be subtle about it, having spent more than enough time discovering what makes your heart tick.

Right now is no exception.

He's tracing small, soft patterns into the underside of your wrist, his fingertips dancing along the skin lightly enough to make you shiver. You let him continue his ministrations, your eyelids drooping as his hand slides up your forearm in a soothing manner. A ghost's caress.

"You trying to get me back to sleep?" You ask, your voice nothing more than a whisper.

"Maybe I am." He mutters with a lazy smirk, a light grunt leaving his throat as he hikes your body further up the mattress. So you're draped over him. So that your chests are level with one another. That hand slips back down to your wrist, fingers dancing over the veins. Lingering on each as he explores the delicate network of veins hidden beneath the thin flesh.

Each move is deliberate, but Minho is much too tired to tease. He's simply taking his time. Touching just to touch. But when he finally pinpoints the surge of blood running through your veins, you swear you're melting like butter on warm pancakes.

Minho moves to adjust the position of your body, bringing you impossibly closer. Pressing you against his own frame. There's a pause. Brown eyes taking you in. An uptick in his heartbeat, you can feel it against your own. Then he's leaning in and you can't resist meeting him halfway.

It's a slow kiss— a wave that crashes against your ribs and leaves you aching, a heat settling in your soul like the last burning embers of a fire. Minho breathes you in, feels your heart pounding against your ribs the same as his. His fingers run down the curve of your spine, sending shivers down your back as Minho shifts and pulls back. He presses another kiss to your forehead, eyes fluttering in exhaustion.

"Get some sleep, hm?" He whispers against your temple, his arms winding around you as your bodies entangle in one another.

"Alright," you murmur, snuggling up against him. Your muscles relax in his hold, loosening with every back and forth of his thumb. You let out a tiny sigh, resting your head against Minho's shoulder.

Sleep is catching up to you, but you can't bring yourself to fall back into that liminal space right now. Not yet, anyway. You are content to simply lie here with him, skin-to-skin, feeling his heart pulse against your chest. Listening as his breathing regulates and those loving caresses slow until there's nothing but two souls tangled up in each other.

Sleep can find you sooner or later.

Right now, this is enough.

Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

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kiandrathepeahenangel · 1 month

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(for those who are on discord, I'm not there anymore! But I am available on Tumblr if you need me)

Anyways...

KIANDRA X EMILY with tons of cardiophilia!

Warning: very 18+ and kinky

The story is in Kiandra's point of view

I'm in my room, laying on my bed right now, and I'm pretty bored.

Heaven is nice for not having anything to worry about, but it quickly gets boring.

Suddenly, I hear a few taps on my window.

I turn around, and see Emily outside the window! It seems she somehow heard I was bored.

I open the window, letting her in

"Emily, it's good to see you"

"Hey Kiandra! I missed you~"

She's always so sweet and lovely, my little Seraphim

"So, what are you doing today, my little ball of energy?"

"Hehe, the same as always! But I wanted to see you! How are you?"

"Bored out of my mind...but now that you're here I feel better already"

Emily blushes gently, even if I've been in heaven for some time I'm still not used to the yellow blushing.

"W-well then kia...do you want to cuddle?"

"Aww, of course!"

I lead Emily towards my bed, laying down with her, hugging her gently

"Is this ok?"

"Mhm... you're soft emi..."

"I'm glad"

With being so close to Emily, I can't help but lay my head over her chest, hearing her heart beating gently

*thump... thump... thump... thump thump thump*

I quickly notice her heartbeat speeding a little bit, and it seems Emily has noticed it too

"Sorry, it's just that whenever you hear my heart I get nervous..."

"You shouldn't. Your heart sounds amazing and adorable"

"Oh trust me, I know."

Emily hugs me with her wings, Wich also create a more silent space, her heart is now the only thing I hear

*Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump Thump

Thumpthumpthump*

Her heartbeat grows faster once again, this time, we both know why

"You like this, don't you?"

"What? What do you mean emi?"

"Well...you told me that you are sexually attracted to heartbeats...so are you enjoying what you're hearing?"

"So much...I'm in love..."

Emily suddenly sits up, and I look at her confused

"Is something the matter?"

"Hm? Oh no! I just need to do something for you"

I can see Emily's hand glowing, and suddenly a stethoscope appears in her hands

"Oh!"

"There...you would probably enjoy this, wouldn't you?"

"Quite a lot, thank you!"

I see Emily blushing as I put the stethoscope in my ears, and she exposes her chest to me

I put the diaphragm on her chest, her heartbeat filling up my hears

*Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump*

"It's so fast..."

"I know...I can feel it beating against my chest"

"I love it so much..."

I just can't resist, and I take Emily and kiss her passionately

Emily is surprised at the beginning, but she leans into the kiss, and she actually asks for entrance, Wich I accept.

I feel her tounge against mine, the taste of her saliva filling my mouth up

As I finally break the kiss, Emily is out of breath, her heartbeat racing in her chest incredibly hard

*THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP*

"Heh...it seems..you can't make my heart beat much harder..."

"You wanna try me?"

"Hmmm...what if yes? I want to see how hard you can make my heart beat~?"

"You're messing with the wrong angel, Emily. I'll make your heart burst."

"Please do..."

Emily's words light a flame inside of me, as I take a belt from one if the drawers in my room, and tie it around her chest to keep the stethoscope in place

Her heart keeps drumming in my ears, the sound is amazing

Emily blushes, and she looks me deep into my eyes

"What are you going to do next?"

I smile at her question, my hand creeping up her neck, feeling her pulse hitting my fingers

"Depends... how much control do I have over you?"

"I'm at your mercy..."

I grin after hearing that, the thoughts of everything I could do to this little angel overwhelming me, I feel a shiver down my spine

I kiss her again, roughly and heavily, she tries to keep up, but my emotions are so strong that she's having trouble breathing

"I enjoy seeing you having so much trouble breathing~"

"You are a very...kinky girl, aren't you?"

"Absolutely. But always remember that if it gets too much for you, you can tell me to stop."

"No...don't stop...I love this"

"Very well then~"

*My hands go over her sweet and little body, she trembles every time I hit a sensitive spot. I lean closer to her and kiss her neck

"A-ah~..."

"I love your moans~"

"I... noticed!"

Her heart is incredibly fast, the stethoscope bouncing up and down her chest rhythmically

*THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP*

"Your heart sounds amazing"

"I know...it's beating so hard I hear it in my ears"

"Good...make sure you concentrate on every beat~"

I start sucking on her neck, wanting to leave a small hickey, just to remind her of what we've done today

"Ah~ oh Kiandra!"

"You know... you're the first person to call me Kiandra"

"You have...5 names, you shouldn't be surprised"

"I'm not~"

I kiss the hickey I just made on her neck, and my hands goes over her breasts

"B-be gentle..."

"I will. I wouldn't want to scare my little angel now would I?"

While feeling her breasts, her heart keeps hitting my hand, still beating incredibly hard

*THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP*

"Ah~! Oh god..."

"You like this, hm?"

"O-of course, it would be biologically impossible for me not to like this"

"...ok fair"

With that, I squish her breast gently

"AH~!"

"You're incredibly sensitive~"

"I-it's just that...I'm not used to this"

"I can tell...and you know why?"

"Because you can hear my heart race?"

"Exactly"

I put the stethoscope in her hears, letting her listen to her own heart for a minute

"O-oh..."

"See how hard it's beating? How much it wants to be heard?"

"Yeah...I do..."

"Do you like it?"

"Y-yes..."

I'm surprised by her words, as I lean away from her a second

"Oh my! I didn't know having a fetish was contagious!"

"Hehehe...no it's not that...I just generally like it"

"Suuuure~"

I take the stethoscope and put it back onto my ears, her heartbeat hitting me like a truck

*THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP*

"So cute~ but let's get back to where we were, hm?"

I lean down on her again, my hands creeping up on her chest, touching her breasts gently

"Ah~ oh my gosh~"

"That's good, my love~ keep moaning for me~"

"You...dork~"

I move down, towards her belly, as I plant a kiss there, feeling her tremble gently at this touch of my lips

Then, I move even more down, between her legs

"Good thing the stethoscope is so long, eh Emily?"

"Y-yeah..."

"You thought about this, didn't you?"

"...maybe"

"You absolute dork!"

I gently start removing her panties, not removing the dress, to not move the stethoscope

"Are you ready?"

I see Emily taking a deep breath, her heart calming down for a second before speeding up again

"Yes. I'm ready"

With those confident words, I slowly put a finger inside her, trying to be as gentle as possible

Her body tenses, as she arcs her back, her eyes wide open

"Oh my gosh! Oh-Oh! Ah~!"

Her heartbeats surpass the sound of her moans although, as I hear it skipping a beat

THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP-... THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP

"You're so adorable Emily...just one finger in and your heart is always pounding all over the place...how adorable~"

"Ah~! P-please..."

"Please what my dear?"

"Please...More-AH~!"

The moment I hear her say more, I put another finger inside her, and move them in and out, trying to match the beating of her heart...it's kinda hard with how fast it's going

"So, my little Angel...how does this feel?"

"I love it! Hm~ i-i love everything you're doing to me! AH~! I l-love how you're h-hearing my heart in all of this...Kiandra...tell me how fast it's beating~ ah~"

"Oh my, I like this request~"

With those words, my fingers start moving faster, and her body starts to tremble, I lean closer to her ear

"Your heart is as fast as it can be~ it's like a powerful drum inside you... hitting so hard...so strong...and so fast! I think your little heart has reached its maximum rate...I should count the beats, but with how fast it's going, I'm going to say it's at least 190 BPM... isn't that so fast~?"

I see she's clearly enjoying this little talk about her heart, she's moaning so hard, I love it~

As a reward for her being so sweet, I start fingering her faster, hearing her breathing heaving, while I move my free hand over her chest, pressing it flat against her sternum

"My my...just listen to the little thing...it's so strong it's moving my whole hand up and down and up and down...I can barely separate a beat from the other...it's like it wants to be heard~ imagine how fast the blood's flowing into you right now...it's almost as if your whole body is beating for me~"

With that last phrase, she finally comes over my fingers, as I carefully pull them out, and put them in my mouth, tasting her

"You taste so good~ you've been such a good girl~"

I can see her blushing at the term "good girl" and I absolutely adore that

"Oh my, does the little Seraphim like to be praised? Well, you do deserve it~ don't you, my good girl? You've been so good, and your heart pounding is so amazing...even now it hasn't fully recovered yet..."

Emily doesn't answer, she just looks deep into my eyes, her breathing still very heavy

"I see, you need time to recover. Let's rest for some time"

I use my powers to teleport away the stethoscope and the belt, I feel her breathing deeper

"Did the belt prevent you from breathing completely?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Oh..did you enjoy it?"

"A bit, but suffocation is more your thing, isn't it?"

"Hey! Hehe, but I guess that's true...let's just rest for now, ok my love?"

"Yeah... let's cuddle for a minute, and then we'll take a long shower!"

"I agree with you...ti amo Emily..."

"Hehe, you're going Italian on me now? You know how much I love the way you speak Italian~"

"That's why I'm doing so...I like teasing you! Amore mio~"

"You dork! Come on now, let's rest..."

"Alrighty..."

I cuddle with Emily, her body is still warm after this session we just had. I lay my head on her heart once more, it's calm, but still faster than a normal heart rate

Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump

My eyes close, I just focus on the beautiful sounds I'm hearing, and slowly but surely start falling asleep

"Don't fall asleep sweetheart! You can sleep after we took a shower"

"Alright alright... your heart just sounds amazing..."

"I know~"

#cardiophile #cardiophilia #fast heartbeat #heartbeat #visible heartbeat #heartbeat kink

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copias-girl · 1 year

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my writing <3

🍓 Howdy! <3 I don’t write anymore but the masterlist of all of my fics is under the cut! 🍓

let me know if you want to be added to my taglist!

ask to be on my non-con taglist here!

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Pamper Your Papa (smut): Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV 𖤐 Papa IV x reader {COMPLETE}

Cardinal in the Snow 𖤐 Cardinal Copia x reader

You, Your Mother, the Cardinal, and the Christmas Lights 𖤐 Cardinal Copia x reader

To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V, Chapter VI Chapter VII, Chapter VIII, Chapter IX, Chapter X / ? 𖤐 Cardinal Copia x reader

To Catch a Cardinal Universe bonus fics:

The Sign

Tipsy reader flirting with Copia

𖤐 TCAC moodboard

Lenten Sacrifice (smut) 𖤐 Antichrist Popia x Catholic reader

Colazione, Un Film, e Dormita 𖤐 Copia x reader

Aftercare headcanons (nsfw) 𖤐 All the Papas x reader

Praising Copia headcanons (nsfw) 𖤐 Cardinal Copia x reader

Cardiophilia Blurb 𖤐 Copia x reader

Coming Out as Demi to Copia! 𖤐 Papa IV x reader

Copia being ticklish blurb (a bit spicy) 𖤐 Cardinal Copia x reader

𖤐 my art 𖤐

Cardinal Copia

Valentine’s Day Papa

TCAC Copia Doodle

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hekapoofan91 · 30 days

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You point of view (pov) you listen to hear and feel Hekapoo's heartbeat as was listening to hearing her heartbeat to feeling her heart

#hekapoo #heartbeat #cardiophile #cardiophilia #female cardiophile #female cardiophilia #stethoscope #female heartbeat #light cardiophile #light cardiophilia

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sister-wolfsbane · 4 months

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OH MY FUCK

THEY KEEP FUCKING TICKLE TEASING VIA TEXT ME AND MY HEART HAS PICKED UP!! CHRIIIIST!!

Minors, dark cardiophiliacs, noncons DNI

#roommate tag #light cardiophilia #cardiophilia #WHAT THE FUCK #*TURNS UP UNCLE ACID*

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purity-in-heart · 18 days

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Something that always bothers me, when I do run into it, is when insensitive asswipes outside the cardiophile community judge us and make assumptions. They judge us extremely and even insult us, thinking we're weird at best and only see the heart organ. Sometimes you'll find a tweet or a blog talking about us in this unnecessarily negative light. It's like, I kinda get where they're coming from, but these particular people are so obviously shortsighted about cardiophilia when they type about it, and they're too critical about it, where it's harsh or rude at best. I mean, are you so angry or upset that your brain is refusing to think even a little more about it? It's almost sad that you can get so mad about it. Grow up.

#cardiophile #cardiophilia #non-cardiophiles

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gentleanddamned · 7 months

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howl:werewolf x black fem!reader

summary: you told a man you would not be his wife and now they have harmed you and seek to set you ablaze. a creature in the woods doesn't like that.

triggers: violence against reader, some resus, slutshaming, piv, blood, so much blood, tetrophilia, cardiophilia, religious extremism, misogyny

minors dni.

you told a man no and the world had left you bloody for it.

you told father ezekiel you did not wish to be his wife so he handed your father and brother a stone and told him to do what God would. when your father would not and your brother could not, he went to the other men of your village.

they would do it.

two held your family back as the others kicked and cut and stoned you for whispering to the devil, for seducing a man of the cloth.

you did not.

they ripped your chemise and would not let your mother pass to cover you for a burning pyre had no use for modesty. you cried out for your family but father ezekiel had harmed them too, bloody hands reaching out for yours

you told a man no and the world would burn you for it.

it hurt to breathe, your heart was kicking in your chest, the blood from your wounds flowed in tandem with each beat. perhaps you would be dead before the first flame licked your skin.

but something else smelled the blood, heard the kicking of your dying heart, saw the semi conscious loved ones you moaned for.

and it howled.

the howl extinguished the good father's torch, not once but three times, an icy wind cut through the village, stealing the light from every fire in every cottage, until only shadow remained.

when the good father finally cursed the fire and decided to finish you with his great knife, he soon discovered his hand had fallen into the snow.

he had no time to scream before his head bounced at your feet, in thanks to the monstrous beast with father ezekiel's torso in it's great mouth.

when the wolf man finished swallowing father ezekiel, he stood to his full height and addressed the crowd that had formed in a frenzy to watch you burn, wiping his sticky red maw and started anew.

you were dowsed in the blood of the crowd as the creature turned the audience into a mountain of snapped limbs, the same fingers that threw stones at you bent back and severed.

the wolf would have continued had he not heard you cry in pain behind him.

the last thing your family, the few of your village left breathing, saw was the mighty wolf take you into his powerful arms and run.

you were too cold, too bloody, too far from his home to heal you but the monster would not, could not let you go and beneath the moonlight, he laid you up on the forest floor, a gargantuan paw wiping the blood trickling from your pretty mouth.

to bring you warmth quickly, he gently as a church mouse entered you only to thrust his weighty cock inside you, pumping and pumping into your pussy, a tender moan of pleasure and relief as warmth and wetness ran though your broken body.

but warmth was not enough when the kicking of your heart came to a stop and with a panicked roar he slid his massive cock from your warmed yet horrifying still body.

his paws met your chest and with a growl he began to push down, awkward at first until the wolf found his rhythm, pumping your precious mortal heart, guttural sounds emitting from his mouth ordering the darkness to bring you back to him. something cracked within you but the wolf would not stop until he had to.

and when he had to, a howl of mourning pierced the sky and rang in the chest of your mother and father.

his attempt at a second grieving wail was interrupted by the mortal beneath him, a pained gasp of air released from your lips, your chest rising and falling, slowly but surely, the kick of your heart felt beneath his claws.

you were too weak to manage much more than a shaking hand on his furry cheek but it was enough, he understood.

once upon a time, you told a man you did not wish to marry him.

he did not know you were already married.

open for requests, thank you for reading :)

#werewolf x reader #monster x reader #monster romance #monster fucker #original writing

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mysteryspit · 4 months

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you can call me annie 😇

bisexual subby switch

asks and submissions are open! i love receiving questions and photos

Into: breeding/impreg, lactation, light piss, monster-fucking, impact play, pregnancy, pleasurable birth, group sex, intox, somno, breathplay, free use, edging/denial, overstimulation, knotting, tentacles, oviposition, cockwarming, breastplay, breastfeeding, audio

Sometimes into: cnc, D/s, object insertion, inflation, hypno, public free use, hucow, pegging, playing with other people's pets

Not into: incest, fauxcest, ageplay, raceplay (no bbc/bbw), scat, feeder/feedee, detransition, misogyny, patriarchy, bimboification, daddy/mommy, dd/lg, puppyplay, other petplay, animal/hybrid transformation, diapers, babies, sissy, full-time D/s, feet, medfet, ABDL, snuff/vore, cardiophilia/resus, slavery, anal

minors do not interact

will block for: no age or identifying information, incest, ageplay, pedos/MAPs, age regressors, diapers, sissies, feederism, misogyny/patriarchy, ABDL, cardio/resus, snuff, irresponsible bdsm, sharing photos of wives/girlfriends, car blogs, any medfet, any raceplay, anything else I don't like or don't want to see

like what you see? check out my wishlist here

#pinned #i block freely and rarely respond to dms #please do not call me names without asking first #inducing lactation #mysterypics #mysteryvids

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emeritus-fuckers · 1 year

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Could I get some headcanons about the Papa's reacting to someone who has a heart interest and asks to listen to their heartbeats ?

Like.

Soft cardiophilia ear stething or with stethoscope if one becomes involved

Old nihil Included please please 🙏 😢 💕

New philia unlocked. Also, I always include both young and old versions of Papa Nihil unless the request makes it impossible. - Jez

Papas with an s/o who enjoys listening to their heartbeats

Primo

He noticed you always cuddling up to his chest whenever you'd two snuggle. He never said anything, figuring it was just a way to make yourself more comfortable.

He realized that it was actually about his heartbeat when he noticed your middle and index finger tapping out the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Will ask about it, mostly due to plain curiosity. And then you explain to him that you simply find his heartbeat comforting.

He feels tempted to make a little joke about how it's probably because his heart may stop beating soon due to his age, but you would most likely cry if he actually said that. So he remains quiet, stroking the back of your head as you rested against him and listened to his old heart beating steadily.

Secondo

He probably realized this during aftercare, how instead of putting your head on his shoulder, as you've done before, when you're relationship was still fresh, you rested it on his chest, your ear pressed where his heart was.

He observes as you sigh happily and rest, listening to his heart. He finds it adorable.

Lets you listen, not saying anything. He might bring it up at some point, but not during aftercare. The only questions he asked during aftercare is "what else do you need, my love?" and "is everything alright, darling? What can Papa do for you?"

He'll probably just bring it up casually when you two hand out in his quarters, listening curiously as you explain that feeling his heartbeat makes you feel better.

Offers to let you do it more often.

Terzo

Found out by accident. He noticed one night that whenever you slept in his arms, you'd always end up putting year head on his chest and then he connected the dots.

He came to your room a few days later, wearing a stripper nurse costume, his man tits almost completely uncovered. Yes, he wore fishnets and high heels. Yes, he walked in heels better than I ever will.

He offers to let you play with his stethoscope and you're actually kinda surprised it was an actual stethoscope and not a weird way to refer to his penis.

In your defense, Terzo wore stripper costunes very often and would always call his junk accordingly to the theme of the outfit.

He loves seeing you light up when you used the stethoscope to listen to his heart.

Usually he's rather cocky, but this time he's soft, which made you realize he found out about your little quirk.

10/10, would dress up as a stripper nurse for you again.

Copia

It's not uncommon for you to sit in his lap and cuddle up to him while he plays games. It's a nice date idea when your social battery is down, a little alone time together where you don't have to talk or do anything much.

He probably noticed that on one of those little dates, how you'd snuggle up to him and put your ear against his chest with a small smile on your face.

He finds it adorable, pauses his game and just watches you for a while. Probably until you realize that he's watching, so you look up and ask if everything's okay.

You both end up blushing like idiots when he says that he couldn't help it because you looked so happy.

And then you explain you enjoy listening to his heartbeat and he just melts.

Old Nihil

Nihil found out after a weekly visit from his doctor. He's old as fuck, he needs a weekly visit from his doctor.

And the doctor leaves his equipment in Nihil's bedroom for some reason? It doesn't make sense, but they apparently do that everytime, probably having a second bag for the other patients.

And you, being playful, took out the stethoscope and walked over to him, asking if he'd like a second opinion.

You're not a doctor, but do you know what Nihil is? An old fucking simp. I will never let that go.

He just thinks you look super cute playing doctor, so while he hates check-ups, he lets you listen to his lungs and heart.

And seeing how you got relaxed and just generally soft after hearing his heartbeat lights up his day, too!

Probably the only one to never ask about it because he's too distracted simping.

Young Nihil

Similarly to Secondo, he probably noticed you did that while you were getting your after-sex cuddle. He never did much aftercare, but you liked to hold onto him after he fucked your brains out and he's cool with that.

Raises a brow when he realizes you were listening to his heart. Asks right away.

He might laugh at you when you explain it, but not in the mean way.

If he thought you were cute before, now you're just the cutest.

He's gonna playfully pinch your cheek and say he wants to try too.

Ends up burying his face in your chest.

"You know, it's actually pretty nice."

"That's... Not what I was doing and you know that."

"Oh hush now."

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ash-rigby · 6 months

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Rockin' and Trollin' (Female Troll) [M/F] [T4T]

Featured Characters: Trans male human and a trans female cave troll. Both are adults.

Description: Gabe is enjoying a weekend alone at his aunt's cottage when he's visited by Vaux; the troll woman who lives in the area and frequents his bed when he's there. She wastes no time in starting the fun.

Contains: Oral Sex, Multiple Tongues, Grinding, Riding, Overstimulation, Mild Scent Kink, Mild Cardiophilia.

*Note For Trans Readers: Words for male genitalia are used for Gabe’s bottom growth, but the words “cunt” and “folds” are used for him a few times as well. Words like “shaft” and “length” are used for Vaux’s anatomy and she engages in penetrative sex with Gabe. This was done for trans readers who either prefer or don’t mind things being this way when they’re depicted in erotica. Please read at your own discretion.

Completion Date: October 31st, 2023

Word Count: 2518

There is no better remedy for the effects of day-to-day horseshit than some time on the lake. Gabe would always be grateful for his aunt who owned a small cottage and allowed him to stay there every once in a while. It provided a retreat to relax, work on his book, and just generally enjoy some peace and quiet to himself. For the most part.

While the cottage wasn’t high-end by any means, it did have running water. The luxury of a shower was particularly appreciated. Especially if one wasn’t fond of letting lake water dry on their hair and skin after a swim. Steam billowed out around Gabe’s ankles as he exited the shower. He dried off, quickly ran the towel over his hair, and wrapped it around his waist before leaving the bathroom.

The air felt comfortably cool and the hallway was dim with the fading day’s light as he made his way to the bedroom. He was startled by the sight of a figure sitting at the foot of the bed, sucking in a painful breath and letting out a choked sound of alarm. The person tittered, immediately cementing her identity and putting Gabe at ease.

He coughed. “Jesus, Vaux.”

The cave troll sat with one leg crossed over the other, a hand still lightly touching her mouth from laughing at Gabe’s expense. As usual, she was completely nude. ‘Cave-living and clothes don’t mix,’ she had once explained to him.

Gabe was used to this. It took some time before his face wasn’t constantly warm with her in sight, but he managed to establish a sense of normalcy about having a hot naked woman around the place. However, his attention was now caught by just how much she had changed in the short time since he had last seen her; all thanks to that magical troll brew of hers which he was jealously certain was far more faster-acting than his shots had been.

The most noticeable difference was that she definitely had tits now. They were small and cute; probably a perfect fit in Gabe’s hand. Or his mouth. He looked up to Vaux’s face, the smirk he met conveying that he had been caught staring. He cleared his throat.

“Nothing else going on in the woods on a Saturday night aside from scaring the shit out of me?” he asked.

Vaux’s fangs flashed as she smiled, her bat-like nose wrinkling slightly.

“Saw you swimming earlier. Thought I’d drop in,” she said. Her head tilted to the side. “Not a fan of swimsuits are we?”

Gabe’s brow furrowed. He sighed and ignored the question, starting to walk over to the bedside table where he had left his phone.

“Aw, don’t be grumpy,” Vaux teased. “I just had to come and see that cute little butt of yours up close.”

She reached out as he passed her, hooking her finger into the top edge of his towel and pulling it off in one swift motion. Gabe gasped at the sudden exposure, but the edges of his mouth quirked up. He could never stay irritated with her for long, especially in her adorable eagerness to strip him and start what she had really come for.

“Vaux,” he said, drawing out her name in a tone of feigned warning as he slowly turned towards her.

She was grinning, clutching her prize and waving it enticingly as her tufted tail swayed behind her. “Come and get it, then.”

Gabe obliged, heart rate increasing as he knew what he would be 'getting’ when he approached. But he kept outwardly calm. Even as Vaux dropped the towel on the floor and placed a clawed hand on his tattooed thigh. She littered his stomach with kisses, lingering on the large freckle by his navel.

He shook his head. “Whatever ever happened to 'hello’, dinner, and a nice talk?”

“Seems like I have a meal in front of me already,” Vaux said, one of her three yellow tongues darting out over her bottom lip. She was perfectly mouth-level with his dick, looking up at him with those big golden eyes. “So check that off”

“Fair point,” he said. He brought a hand to her face, fingers gingerly tracing her jawline to her chin. “And you look so good down there. I’m not about to argue.”

Vaux smiled and brought her first tongue to his cock, giving it a gentle lap. She paused to let out an almost disappointed-sounding hum and fix him with a theatrical pout.

“Too bad I caught you fresh out of the shower,” she said, the remainder of her complaint falling short, slurred, and trailing off as her mouth was drawn back to him. “I love how you—you usually smell…”

Her tongue laved over his dick; circling, teasing the tip and length. Gabe’s hand went to her thick, dark hair.

“Get here earlier next time,” he said, giving the strands under his fingers a light tug and causing Vaux to gasp against him. “More than happy to smother that pretty face in my musky cunt.”

He received no response. Vaux was far too engrossed in devouring him. His breathing turned heavy, interspersed with appreciative groans. She always made him so hard; he could feel himself twitching and throbbing. Sweat sprang up on his skin, effectively ruining the work of his shower.

Vaux’s tongue left Gabe’s cock. He felt it extend past what would be the normal length, gliding over his folds to find his hole. It teased his entrance, probing shallowly. His body trembled as her other two tongues joined in. They licked at whatever they could reach; twisting, pressing. Saliva coated him. Her nose kept nudging the head of his dick with her slightest of movements and it was a shock each time.

“Good girl,” Gabe praised. Vaux giggled and he sucked in a breath at the vibration. “Fuuuuck…”

He stood there and took the onslaught; chest heaving, head slightly dizzy. His hips would rut forward on their own, burying Vaux into coarse, damp hair. Groans and other strained, choked noises of pleasure tumbled from his lips, somewhat sore from his frequent biting. He could feel himself getting close; cock pulsing, hole twitching around the mild penetration.

The tongues retracted.

Gabe looked down at Vaux in time to see that mischievous grin find her again. She leaned back in, closing her lips on his dick. He jolted as all three tongues danced around him in the tight, warm space of her mouth.

“Vaux!” he cried, his knees nearly giving out. “Shit!”

His mouth stayed open, breath stuttering. He released Vaux’s hair only to tightly grip her horns seconds later. They were short but perfect for this. A primal instinct to thrust overtook him and he used them as leverage. Any coherent words were overtaken by loud, gravelly moans. He bent slightly over her, his pace frantic as she sucked. Her hands found his ass, claws digging in. The sting was delicious.

Gabe came like a shot; pulling Vaux tight to him, hips stilled and jutting out, head tossed back, crying out as his cock throbbed hard against relentlessly teasing tongues. They didn’t stop until his eyes were rolling back. It was equal parts relief and despair when Vaux released him.

She sat back, licking her lips and staring up at him.

“Always a pleasure, Gabe,” she said, her tail wagging audibly across the sheets.

Gabe met her eyes, then roamed her body; panting, heart hammering in his ribcage, still horny as fuck. His gaze fell between her legs where the proof of how excited she had gotten from just giving him head was. He grinned and pushed his sweat-slick hair out of his eyes.

“Oh, I’m not finished with you yet,” he said lowly.

Gabe moved towards Vaux and she got the message, scrambling further backwards onto the bed. He gave her a light, playful shove to make her lay completely down. She yelped theatrically, letting her arms fall raised above her head in mock surrender. Her voice was lost as he captured her lips with his.

“Need to taste yourself, don’t you, perv?” she teased as he pulled away.

“Not as much as I need to get my mouth on these tits,” Gabe said.

He turned his attention to them, dragging his tongue in the space between. The taste and smell of her skin almost made him drool. He followed the curvature of her breast to the nipple, licking and sucking at it. Vaux made small, quiet noises; whimpers staying trapped in her throat. It wouldn’t be that way for long.

Gabe fondled and made a mess of Vaux’s tits until he could feel her hips shifting. Working his way lower, he left kisses that made her quiver. He blew a long, slow breath over her flushed head, chuckling as the length twitched. Vaux suppressed a gasp as he licked a single stripe down her shaft and back up again. He teased at the leaking slit before taking her into his mouth.

His pace was slow; dipping, retracting, switching to lolling his tongue around the head before delving back down. He could take her so deeply, loving the feeling of her throbbing in his throat. Her body squirmed, jolting when he swallowed. As he upped his pace, her voice rose. Those sweet, desperate moans he had been craving to hear. They went straight to his cock and it wasn’t long until he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Gabe pulled off of Vaux with a lewd, wet pop. He wiped at the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, moving to straddle Vaux’s hips. She lay beneath him, glistening with sweat and staring with a dazed expression through hooded eyes. Fucking gorgeous.

“Oh, god. Fuck me, Gabe,” she whined as he lowered himself, pressing his soaked cunt to her shaft. “Fuck me.”

Gabe began to move, rocking his hips and grinding onto her. The flesh pressed against him pulsed with every drag. He leaned in to muffle her sounds in a deep kiss. It was a hungry thing; many tongues tangled, breaths brief, hot and dizzying as they moaned into one another. Gabe broke it, bracing himself on the mattress. His hands dug into the sheets and he growled as he humped harder, his eyes fixating on Vaux’s bouncing tits.

“People—ahn—fuck…and people call me the wild animal,” she said, breathless. “Ahhh—shit, Gabe, you’re so good! It’s so good!”

Gabe moved faster, making her moan loudly and toss her head. Her mouth was open, each of his quick thrusts punching shorter, choked-off noises from her. He was as close as he could possibly be without letting her slip inside him. The sheer heat and wetness were intense. Skirting the edge, he groaned.

“Yeah? You gonna cum?” he asked, unstable from his brutal pace. “Just from me grinding against you?”

A little drool escaped Vaux’s lips, her eyes rolling slightly. “Yeeeees!”

“Hah—let’s fucking see it then,” Gabe said, gaze locking on hers. “Cum for me, Vaux. Cum.”

“I'm—I’m cu—ahhh!”

Gabe paused, denying himself his own orgasm to experience hers. She throbbed hard under him, spending herself over her stomach. Aftershocks visibly raced through her, wracking her body with almost rhythmic twitching. She slumped, breathing hard and whimpering; such a pretty performance.

Gabe raised himself, taking Vaux’s still-hard shaft into his hand and teasing the head along his slit. She practically convulsed, wailing shakily.

“G-Gabe!”

He stopped, grinning slyly. “Is that a no?”

Vaux shook her head.

“N-no,” she said, her grey cheeks darkening. “I don’t think I can cum again…but I want to feel you. U-use me to cum. Please.”

Without another word, Gabe sunk down onto her. His appreciative sigh was drowned by her moans.

“Fuck,” she hissed. “I’m so sensitive.”

Gabe went easy on her, much to the chagrin of the part of him that screamed to ride her into oblivion. He moved in a languid, circular motion, leaving a majority of the work to his hand as he rubbed his cock. Vaux caressed up his thighs, fingers brushing his ribs and scars, a palm pausing over his heart. He took his free hand and held it there, pressing her against the hammering beat.

Her eyes widened, a hard throb finding her deeply nestled length. That was new, Gabe noted and stored away for a later time.

“Wow,” she said. “Don—ah—don’t pass out me.”

“Hah—you neither.”

Gabe’s dick raged under his own touch. With renewed energy he sped up his movements, bouncing minutely atop Vaux’s hips. Even that short of a thrust drove him wild. His bottom lip was captured by his teeth as he started to moan, his hole incessantly gripping the burning shaft.

Vaux’s head tipped back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Gabe!”

Her chest heaved, the whole of her body shaking.

“Little more…little more,” Gabe chanted. “Hold—ahh!”

“So hot…you keep—ahhhn squeezing me! Fuuuck!”

Gabe’s head swam, the scent they had stirred up intoxicating him. He mindlessly slammed down onto Vaux. Tears welled and streamed from her eyes. He would have to end this soon or he could break her. But his hole had to feel fantastic for her; he could feel it going wilder with every second he got closer to release.

A few more bounces was all it took. Shoving Vaux fully inside for the final time, Gabe stilled and came with a series of loud moans. He felt the intense pulse of his cock against his fingers, throb after throb in time with a radiating, full-body ecstasy that had his walls clenching and releasing in rapid succession.

“Oh, god!” he cried. “Ohhh, shit.”

Vaux’s frantic, breathless voice snapped him back.

“Get off—fuck…get off me. I’m gonna lose it.”

Gabe complied immediately, weakness sending him collapsing sideways beside her. Catching his breath, her reached out and tenderly smoothed back Vaux’s hair. He cupped her cheek and wiped at a remaining tear with his thumb.

“You okay?” he asked.

Vaux huffed, smiling crookedly. “Me? I’m cool. Are you sure you didn’t slip a disk or something?”

“Shut up. I’m serious.”

“I’m fine,” Vaux assured with a roll of her eyes. She shifted to lay on her side, facing Gabe and tracing circles on his bicep with the tip of her claw. “Actually, you’ve got to do that to me again sometime. It felt insane.”

“I don’t know,” Gabe drawled. “That looked like a lot. Got the spare brain cells to burn?”

“Like you wouldn’t love having me as your dumb little fucktoy.”

Something warm in Gabe’s chest stopped a retort.

"I like you for you, Vaux,“ he said. "Don’t ever change.”

“Pff, alright, Romeo,” Vaux said, though her smile was soft. She quirked an eyebrow. “What if my tits get bigger?”

Gabe hummed. “That I could be persuaded to accept.”

Vaux chuckled and laced her fingers with Gabe’s, snuggling into the mattress and closing her eyes. Gabe felt the post-pleasure bonelessness creeping into him. He leaned in to kiss Vaux’s knuckles before settling in himself.

He heaved a contented sigh. “You’re helping me wash the sheets tomorrow.”

“Whaaat?”

End

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#ash originals #text #spicy #terato #terato writing #exophilia #monster love #monster lover #monster girlfriend #troll #t4t #oc:vaux #oc:gabe

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