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prettybabybaby · 1 year

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¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: alludes to noncon, virgin!ethan landry, fem!reader

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you’re a tease to everyone but ethan.

with your miniskirts and ridiculously short shorts, tops that fall a little too low. your lingering touches and your sharp tongue that spews flirtatious comments without second thought, eyes glimmering with temptation before you ultimately take off, leaving your victims to writhe in their places, following your alluring figure with their gazes. or the occasional blessed fool who reaps the benefits of your full attention and desires for all of a few days before they’re kicked to the curb.

but the seductive look in your eyes falters whenever your eyes meet his, a soft smile that feels almost demeaning replacing your foxlike grin. it’s only then that you tug at your clothing and change your tone into one that makes him feel like a child.

however his thoughts were anything but childlike with their threatening undertones. his knife gliding over your skin, and the reflection of the ghastly black and white mask staring back at him through your glassy, terror-filled eyes, with no one around to hear you as he pushed his way into you. he wouldn't care if you never knew it was him either. just knowing that he had you wrapped around him, pulsing and squeezing him was enough. ethan knew you'd never give him the chance otherwise, pegging him as some unworthy, pathetic virgin.

when you walked into your dorm, you immediately collapsed onto your flat mattress, oblivious to the menacing presence lurking in the corner. your skirt lifted, exposing the tops of your thighs that he ached to touch, to mark with the sharp blade he held in his hand.

your phone wouldn't ring, something he had to sacrifice in his little game. he’d be deprived of watching your eyes scan your dorm room and the courtyard through your stupidly unlocked window. he'd have to settle for the watching the scream bubbling in your throat and the horrified look as you undoubtably tried to get away from him.

but no matter what he had to do, he’d catch you.

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doliacuddles · 22 days

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MANIPULATION'S PUPPET.

𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗑 𝖳𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖾! 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

❝There is no girl in the world as perfect as I am.❞

The arrival of Tomie! Reader in Hell intrigued Alastor. Her reputation and magnetism promised something more than just a lost soul. However, it soon became evident that she was much more than that. Her ability to manipulate with charm was unsettling even for Alastor, an expert in deceit.

Despite his usual confidence, Tomie! Reader's presence left Alastor uncomfortable. Her ability to manipulate and read people was undeniable. Although he knew he should be alert, he couldn't help but feel drawn to her.

Tomie! Reader put Alastor in an unusually vulnerable position. Despite being a powerful demon, he felt like a puppet in her hands. Although he distrusted her, the possibility of having someone as manipulative as an ally or enemy intrigued him.

Over time, Alastor began to perceive that Tomie! Reader represented a much more significant threat than a simple intruder. Her presence in Hell caused a disturbance in the existing balance of power, attracting the attention of other ambitious demons eager to exploit her influence.

Despite his initial caution, Alastor found himself increasingly drawn to Tomie! Reader's mysterious motives. What was she really seeking in Hell? And how did she plan to use it for her own ends?

With the increase in their interactions, Alastor began to perceive small details in Tomie! Reader's behavior that hinted at the execution of a more elaborate plan. Was she using Hell as a stepping stone to achieve an even more ambitious goal?

Tomie! Reader's growing influence in Hell did not go unnoticed by the other inhabitants of the place. Alastor felt increasingly pressured to take action and protect his own interests amid the growing chaos and conspiracies that surrounded them.

As the tension escalated, Alastor was forced to confront Tomie! Reader directly in a subtle game of cunning and manipulation. Recognizing the threat she represented, he was determined to preserve his dominion in Hell, not allowing her plans to endanger his position.

Despite his efforts to stand firm, Alastor found himself gradually enmeshed in Tomie! Reader's intriguing plans. The question of whether he could trust her as an ally or whether it would be wiser to keep her at bay as an enemy became increasingly urgent.

With the fate of Hell at stake, Alastor faced a momentous decision that would have profound repercussions on his existence. Would he risk aligning with Tomie! Reader in search of mutual benefit, or would he be forced to confront her in a showdown that could lead them both to ruin?

Absorbed in those questions, Alastor didn't notice how little by little he fell under the spell of Tomie! Reader, who had meticulously plotted her plan from the very moment they met.

In the dark and twisted underworld of Hell, where intrigue and conspiracy were commonplace, you, a mysterious and seductive presence, had captured the heart of Alastor, the feared "Radio Demon."

Under your manipulative charm, Alastor did everything you asked, unable to resist your magnetism and allure. However, his loyalty was put to the test when he witnessed you seducing another demon in front of him.

Jealousy ignited in Alastor's heart, burning like embers within him as he watched another dare to get too close to you, the one he considered his own. Thoughts of revenge and fury consumed him, clouding his judgment and unleashing a storm of violent emotions within him.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Alastor lunged at the intruder, his fury unleashed as his hands closed around their throat. Screams of pain and terror filled the air, but Alastor was blinded by rage, determined to eliminate any threat that stood between him and you.

However, amidst the chaos and violence, a soft and seductive voice broke through Alastor's storm of fury. It was yours, with an enigmatic smile on your lips, watching the scene with a mix of satisfaction and amusement in your eyes.

"My dear Alastor," you whispered, your voice like a hypnotic melody. "There's no need for jealousy. You are the only one in my heart, the one who controls the threads of my destiny."

Your words of reassurance and devotion calmed the storm within Alastor, dissipating his dark thoughts and filling him with a renewed sense of love and submission towards you. He stepped away from the demon, letting them fall to the ground in a heap of pain and fear, as he turned to you with a look of adoration and submission.

From that day on, Alastor vowed to protect and serve you with all his strength and power, no matter the trials Hell might throw his way. But deep in his heart, a fire of jealousy and possessiveness burned eternally, reminding him that love in Hell was as dangerous as any other emotion.

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dabislittlemouse · 8 months

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Hmm, how about “Hey there little miss,“+ Dabi ( noncon with chase kink🤤) Hope it’s not difficult, I’m excited to know what you come up with!🤗

“𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔..”

-Dabi x Reader smut (tw: noncon, MDNI)

2K FOLLOWERS EVENT

It was supposed to be a fun night out with your friends at the downtown bar to celebrate your graduation. Though it turned out far from it the moment a certain individual stepped in, entering inside as if he owned the whole place. You of course minded your own business, but you couldn’t ignore the way his presence was so heavy to the point the whole room quieted down.

The man was wearing a hood, you couldn’t fully see his face but his eyes were noticeable, sharp blue eyes that looked like they’re almost glowing under the shadow of the hood. You found yourself staring at him longingly while your friends were chatting with each other, completely unaware of the actual danger creeping by. He approached a certain person near the counter who kept drinking and laughing with his buddies, not even glancing at him. His hand was placed on his shoulder, gripping it tightly and the group quieted down, looking confused.

“The hell you want?!” the man said, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

“So you’re that piece of shit who spied on us, huh?”

His voice sent shivers down your spine. It clearly brought no good news. Your instincts screamed at you to tell your friends to get the hell out of here immediately.

“Spy?! What are you even talking abou-” Before he could speak further, the mysterious man removed his hood, revealing his dark spiky hair. Now you could see his face, his terribly familiar scarred face with staples holding it. Your eyes widened in terror.

“Guys!” you whispered, grabbing your friends attention. Your face went pale, recognising the heinous villain who’s been burning several towns and people. “We need to leave! Now!”

“Leave?! What do you mean? We just arrived” one of your friends replied.

“No listen to me, we need to-"

In a second, screams and a bright blue filled the whole bar. You saw that the villain had set the man on fire, he was burning alive and screaming in agony as the blue flames ate his skin and melted his bones. Panic filled everyone, people started running and screaming, reaching for the nearest exit, pushing each other to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Guys!!! Guys wait for me!!” you screamed at your friends who were running ahead of you, leaving you behind as the mass of people pushed you. You fell to the ground, not being able to keep up. The bar was set ablaze and smoke got in your lungs, making you cough hard.

As you struggled to stand up, a pair of boots suddenly were right in front of your face. You froze in fear, as your eyes slowly looked up to see the villain, a wicked smile on his face.

“Hey there little miss~” he said seductively, not even bothered by the smoke and flame. His hand reached to grab your arm, making you stand up.

“N-No please!” you whimpered as he slammed you against the wall, pressing his warm body against yours.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you were staring at me earlier” he whispered in your ear, inhaling in your scent and feeding off your fear. “Mmh fuck- such pretty doll you are”

“M’sorry I -I didn’t mean to be rude! Please don’t hurt me-" you squeezed your eyes shut as he grabbed your chin.

“Don’t worry dollface, I already incinerated those who I had in mind. The problem is though, I am still pissed off. Angry. Need to do something to blow off some steam don’t cha think?” he smiled, pressing his now hardened bulge against you. Your eyes widened at his clear indication. Without thinking further your knee came up, hitting him right between his legs, hard. Dabi let out a grunt, crouching down in pain while you ran out from his grasp, heading for the door.

“Ugh- you little fucking whore!”

If he was angry earlier, now he was completely furious. Like a mad hungry beast hunting down its food. And you provoked him enough, bad decision.

The door was blocked by walls of scorching blue flames, no way you could get through them to go outside. Tears started rolling down your face, were trapped inside with Dabi. A hand reached to tug at your hair harshly, pulling you towards him as you let out a scream from the pain. Then he threw you down to the wooden floor, getting on top of you as flames surrounded you both.

“N-No please!! Let me go!” you begged as he began burning off your clothes, the heat making you wince and wail.

“I’d have gone softer on ya doll, but you just had to be a brat, didn’t cha?” he growled, slapping at your bare thighs. “Now I’m mad. And when I’m mad-"

Dabi unzipped his pants, whipping his cock out and then spreading your legs harshly with both of his hands.

“When I’m mad I make sure to burn and break everything in front of me”

You wailed, trying to get away from him but the flames surrounding you both were getting closer. If you moved further your hair would surely catch fire. He buried his head on your neck, biting and sucking on your skin harshly while the tip of his cock pressed againstyour entrance.

“Y’scared?” he asked softly out of nowhere, looking up at you, staring at your teary eyes. His thumb reached to wipe off your tears, an unusual tender action if it wasn’t for the situation you were in.

“Y-yes” you whimpered, hoping that he would have some mercy and let you go.

His grin widened, pulling off the staples of his mouth. “Good”

Without a warning, he pushed himself inside of you, tearing you open without preparation at all. Breath got caught in your throat, the unbearable painful burn between your legs making it impossible for you to even scream. He was big, he would kill you.

“Fuuuuckk so tight f’me” he said as he buried himself completely inside of you, his tip touching your cervix. “Think I’m gonna have so much fun with you from now on”

From now on? Your blood turned cold at the indication between his sentence. But your mind stopped thinking the moment he started moving, thrusting deep and hard in and out of you, grunting on your ear as your tight walls milked him dry.

“So good, this tight fucking pussy of yours- s-shit!”

You sobs and screams got louder as his hands gripped your hips, heating up and leaving nice marks that wouldn’t go away for a while.

“Haahh fuck- who would’ve thought that I’d find such precious gem in a hellhole like this?! Must’ve been a reward from God himself for all the hard work I do. Y’know, taking care of trash and incinerating them all~” he laughed, still thrusting inside of you as he savored the scared expression on your face. He was vile and terrifying, marking your body from the inside out while you could do nothing but take on his anger and frustration.

With a few more thrusts, you felt him throbbing inside of you.

“N-Not inside!” you screamed but he totally ignored your pleas, his hips stuttering as he reached his high. His cum, warm and thick completely coated your walls white, dripping out of your sore cunt as well, followed by a guttural groan from the villain. His eyes rolled back as he enjoyed every second of it, as if he hadn’t cum in years.

“F-Fuck, shit doll! Came s’much” he breathed out, looking at the mess beneath him. He reached to lick your cheek, savouring your salty tears.

“I think I’m gonna keep ya princess” he chuckled, pinching your cheek. “Let’s get the hell outta here, I don’t want you turning like me”

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sprout-fics · 11 months

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sugar mommy Valeria who’s favorite things are seeing you spoiled in luxury lingerie, and seeing you in an even more expensive collar 🤲

Nearly fell out of my damn chair at this ask I swear Sugar Momma Valeria hits so fucking hard. Have a little striptease for the queen herself.

There’s a certain magic that happens in Valeria’s room after dark. After the business of the day has fled, when the villa is left drifting in the sensual shadows of twilight. It’s only then that you emerge from the car sent for you, a carriage to ferry you to the lantern-lit palace where the lioness of Las Almas waits. She calls for you like a siren’s song, drawing you through the splendidly decorated corridors with their glittering chandeliers and parquet floors. You’re drawn up to the penthouse, and it’s only once your bodyguard clicks the door shut behind you that you’re left alone with her.

Valeria sprawls openly on an arm chair, one leg crossed over the other, her temple resting against the tips of her fingers as she tilts her head at you. There’s a smirk hidden under her feigned impassiveness, one you want to tug lose and drown yourself in. She’s still dressed in her day clothes, and the short sleeves of her top allow your eyes to trace up the tattoos along her taut bicep.

Her eyes roam you too, drink you in from the bottom up, from the stiletto heels to your bare legs to the hem of your dress that barely covers the swell of your ass. There’s a rampant hunger in her eyes you can’t shield yourself from, one that makes you shyly shift before her, canting a hip as that gaze flits up to your face.

“Shy, querida?” She asks, the husk of her voice low, curling around you like smoke.

“Maybe.” You tell her coyly, fingers tangled behind the small of your back as you tilt your head at her in turn, cheekily but subtly mirroring her gesture.

Valeria’s eyebrows raise an inch, that smirk pulling just for a moment at the corner of her mouth.

“Show me.”

You know exactly what her words mean, and you don’t hesitate to comply. Slowly, seductively, you shrug off the jacket covering you, revealing the thin straps of the dress underneath and the low dip of the neckline that reveals the rise of your breasts. The silver collar sits resting just above your collarbone, catching the hazy lamplight of her room. It’s enough to make Valeria catch her lip between her teeth, eyes glinting and taking in every inch of skin revealed to her. You warm under her gaze, feeling her eyes lick a burning stripe against your flesh, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

“The dress too, bonita.” She encourages with a purr. “Show me what’s underneath.”

As if she doesn’t already know. She picked this set out for you herself, had you sort through catalog after catalog of lingerie, measured you herself and caught the tape around your waist to drag you into her sturdy frame.

The dress pools at your feet, revealing the garters, the panties and the soft netted fabric that drapes from under your bust, fluttering girlishly around your waist. You feel your cheeks burn under her stare, and for a moment you avert your gaze elsewhere in shy embarrassment.

“Ah-ah.” She tuts instead. “Eyes on me.”

You follow the command, eyes rising up to meet her unblinking, lurid gaze.

She raises her hand off her fist then, curls a single finger in your direction as a silent command.

Come here.

You do, balancing atop your heels as you sway closer, making a point to strut over as you close the distance. It’s only a few moments, but the silence in the room makes it feel like a lifetime before you’re balanced atop her lap, straddling the terror of Las Almas. A pretty, splendid thing in contrast to her brutal violence.

“I-” She begins, raising a hand to cup your cheek, oddly tender. “-am going to take you apart in this, over and over again until you can’t remember your own name, querida. Understood?”

You shudder in her hold, feel desire burst vibrant against her at the sensuous husk of her promise to you. Her manicured thumb presses down onto the plush bed of your lip, and your flutter your gaze down at her, kittenish but sincere.

“Yes ma'am."

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vilsoo · 9 months

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aziraphales-library · 2 months

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hello! i read a work from your recommendation list, the "Heaven and Hell share a corporate party once per millennium. This time someone's had the bright idea of issuing a challenge to the demons of Hell. Crowley has no intention of missing the opportunity; Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to make him work for it." and i really enjoyed it. it has me wanting for more of scenarios where they like have to flirt for whatever reason or crowley attempting to (preferably shamelessly and obnoxiously) seduce aziraphale. thanks in advance!

Here are some fics in which Crowley seduces Aziraphale...

To Woo an Angel by AgentStannerShipper (G)

5 times Crowley tried to "seduce" Aziraphale, and 1 time he realized there was no need.

nothing else matters like us by Melacka (T)

The order came through on an otherwise dull Sunday afternoon in 2004. Crowley had just returned from a spot of low-level tempting in the south of London and was just contemplating an appropriate excuse to stop by at Aziraphale’s bookshop when the message arrived. It was pushed under the door by a courier so steeped in terror that Crowley could sense it from the other side of the flat. With some considerable annoyance, Crowley fetched the envelope and eased the note out, reading it quickly with a frown deepening on his face. Seduce the Angel Aziraphale. Failure will not be tolerated.

How I'm Imagining You by orphan_account (M)

Crowley gets up, walking slowly over to the bar. An onlooker might be struck by the stalking and languid ease with which he walks, like a lioness to her prey. His hips, so smooth and slow. And he tilts his head back, lips parted. Surveys the room and the man with covered eyes. But there is no one looking at him. Every other patron doesn’t need to look at the bar at this moment, look at the man and the prey. So, they don’t. - (Crowley has fun with a little temptation of his own)

shades of grey by IneffableStar (E)

After Aziraphale's West End debut was nearly ruined by Furfur's espionage attempt, Aziraphale gets to thinking about if Heaven may also be watching them, and decides it best that he go search for any evidence against them. Crowley will only allow Aziraphale to go on one condition: Crowley comes along. or Crowley accompanies Aziraphale on a trip upstairs, but he has entirely ulterior motives.

It's your job by falsepremise (E)

After a night sucking oysters with Aziraphale, Crowley just can’t sleep. Perhaps he should hang around in Rome a little longer... After all, tempting a certain angel is his job, isn’t it?

Gormless Seduction by munchmulch (T)

Crowley grimaces. "Nhnnnnggg, ok, alright. But, hear me out." They flick a hand dramatically. "An angel! A being who can make Holy water! Even if I can keep the whole human disguise thing up, what if they, I don't know . . . want me baptised?" Dagon stares at Crowley blankly for a second before handing them the assignment kit. "You’ll start tomorrow. The address is highlighted, if you get lost and have to call me for directions I will direct you through at least three traffic jams."

And the one you mentioned that everyone knows and loves...

One Night In Bangor (And the World's Your Oyster) by Atalan (E)

"All right, I know I'm going to regret asking this," Aziraphale says. "What exactly does this wager entail?" Crowley grins like the cat that not only got the cream but has absconded with the entire cow. He grabs the bottle and swigs straight from it despite Aziraphale's tut of disapproval. "The pot goes to whichever demon can get an angel into bed by the end of the evening." AKA The Fic That Tumblr Made Me Write. Heaven and Hell share a corporate party once per millennium. This time someone's had the bright idea of issuing a challenge to the demons of Hell. Crowley has no intention of missing the opportunity; Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to make him work for it.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #seduction #mod d

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annoyinglandmagazine · 6 months

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I love the idea of Finweans being transported into Years of the Trees Valinor as much as the next person but you know what I think could be just hilarious for a crack concept? A Sinda being transported into Years of The Trees Valinor. Think Beleg, Mablung, Daeron or maybe even Thingol himself (preferably with no one knowing who they are) getting out of Mandos and into Valinor but they don’t realise immediately that this isn’t current Valinor.

Thingol sees Maglor Feanorian in the marketplace which is a shock already because why would he get out before him but he doesn’t even have the decency to offer apologies when he sees them, how dare he in fact wait a minute he’s waving at him? What’s going on here why is he being friendly, he shouldn’t be able to be that friendly after killing so many people? Does he feel no guilt?

Mostly though for Thingol’s world to get absolutely shattered at meeting Maitimo Nelyafinwe, who yes technically is Maedhros Feanorian but how?! He doesn’t recognise Thingol of course so when he notices he seems a bit shaken by something he’s all polite and considerate and guides him to a bench before clapping him on the shoulder reassuringly and fetching him some tea. With the two hands he now has somehow.

And he sits with him and tries to find out if he’s alright but Thingol’s too confused to run like his life depends on it (and since this is the infamous Lord of Himring it might) because what is he even wearing? That’s practically a gown, not one he’d want to see Luthien in either, he’s not even wearing armour or carrying a blade? And he’s still smiling and it doesn’t look even slightly forced and his hair is actually long, not normal long either it’s down to his thighs for goodness sake.

All hope of sanity disappears when someone who looks no older than 20, comes up to them and starts tugging on Maedhros’ sleeve impatiently, ‘Nelyo, Nelyo, I can’t reach the tools I need for a project.’ Why in all of Arda would a child be approaching Maedhros Feanorian for anything? Why would they not be running in terror and avoiding him at all costs?

Maedhros shot him a conspiratorial glance as if he’d enjoy being in on some joke with a kinslayer ‘That’s most likely a sign you shouldn’t be using them Curufinwë,’ Curufinwë as in Curufin, possibly worse than even Maedhros himself. Of course it was.

‘But Nelyo.’

He smiled apologetically and asked him if he was feeling well enough now. He assured him he was mostly to get him out of his sight long enough to process the interaction and Maedhros Feanorian beamed at him, ‘Alright then, just feel free to come to me if you need anything, I’m always happy to help and Uncle Ara is very good at giving advice if something’s bothering you if you’d prefer.’

Then he stood, making Thingol concerned enough about the loose swathes of material to look away as a precautionary measure (was this a seduction attempt? He’d never heard of the Lord of Himring employing such dishonourable tactics but did he really know anything anymore?) and swept the child who could not be Curufin into his arms spinning him around above his head until he was in fits of giggles, ‘Now how about we ask Ammë about your project and if she says no I can take you somewhere instead? There’s an exhibition on in the city you might like? Sound good to you?’

The person who has to have just stolen the face of the eldest son of Feanor walked off with the elfling balanced easily against his hip and chatting away. This must be a weird fever dream.

#silmarillion #tolkien #maedhros #thingol #valinor #time travel #curufin #maglor #mablung #beleg

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spacebarbarianweird · 4 months

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Hi, discord friend! this is one of the silly ideas I had 😌 Asterion is having a very bad luck day. He keeps dropping things, setting off traps, breaking lockpicks, he ripped his shirt, and now his seduction skills are lacking hard. How would he navigate it?

As someone who is very clumsy and tends to panic a lot (triggered even by something unimportant), I can totally relate to Astarion is this prompt.

Thanks @brabblesblog for beta reading!

Tainted

Synopsis: Astarion believes he's been healed - but yet another unpleasant interaction and the darkness is back.

Tags: post-game, established relationship, mentions of past trauma.

TW: Conversation about triggers.

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Astarion looks around the street. The town of Daggerfold, barely home to more than a thousand people, is dark and peaceful. Just a stopover for travelers, but once a part of a long-gone kingdom of the past.

He carefully navigates to a tavern where he stays with you. He was hesitant about renting a room first.

"They will notice I am a vampire, darling, and I am afraid. People in those cities tend to hate vampire lovers more than the Undead themselves."

But you looked at him with those puppy eyes (learned from a professional), and he agreed. Besides, not being constricted to the tent for the whole day feels nice.

Astarion can walk around the room and the tavern, read, and talk to the people if he wants (he usually doesn't) and you can sleep in a comfortable bed.

Besides, you both have had a bath for the first time in weeks today.

Astarion notices the signs of the pre-dawn on the east. The innate fear grasps his mind.

Run. Run. Run.

Hide. Or die. Elves call it mor. The ultimate death, without resurrection to come.

Astarion forces himself to calm down. It's still too early and the Inn is already visible in the distance. He doesn't even have to rush.

A hand grabs his wrist and he flinches, disturbed by the unwelcome touch.

The young man, probably a half-elf, tries to pull him closer, seductively licking his lips, a gesture too familiar for Astarion not to notice.

"Looking for company, handsome?" His words are sweet and full of lust. "I can offer you a time of pleasure."

Astarion wants to set himself free, just to go away. It's not supposed to be difficult. It's not like the young man's grip is tight. A simple "no" is enough, people in this profession don’t tend to insist.

The vampire knows it from personal experience.

"Your skin is so pale, almost like marble. And hands... so cold. Come on, I will warm you"

Astarion is paralyzed. As if he is ordered not to move. Like he often used to be.

When he was on the other side of this conversation. When he was the man who needed to get a client as soon as he could.

Seeing no resistance, the prostitute reaches out for his cheek.

His touch is acid-burning.

"GO AWAY!" Astarion yells, almost betraying his fangs. "Leave me alone!"

The man is taken aback and immediately pulls away. Astarion curses and mutters through his teeth all the slurs he remembers.

Every word he ever heard from passers-by.

Whore. Slut.

Filliken.

There is a disgusted and evil smile on the man's face. "You were like me, am I right? All of you… former colleagues, are like that."

Astarion steps back. A dark wave of terror drags him to the abyss. The sun is almost up.

He makes himself move towards the Inn.

"But you can't escape your past! You hear me? It will always be with you, no matter how hard you try to wash it all away!"

Astarion runs. The moment the first ray pierces the air, he is already in the safe shadow of a sleepy inn.

It's almost empty. Only a few drunkards sleep peacefully on the floor. Astarion goes upstairs, praying you aren't back yet.

Because he doesn't want to look at you right now.

His hands tremble and dark thoughts plague his mind like a swarm of flies.

The room is empty and your walking boots are missing. He sighs in relief.

That's the problem with you. You know when something is wrong. Even if you understand he doesn't want to discuss it, you still acknowledge it.

Besides, if you were in the room, you would hear the screams.

Astarion falls on the bed, not bothering to undress himself, and closes his eyes.

He needs to meditate. He needs to wander away. When he wakes up, it will be better.

But Astarion should know better; it never works like that.

Again and again, he sees the same things. Hands of strangers, touching him without his consent. His cheeks, his chest, his back. His private parts. Grabbing and groping him. Laughing and smiling. Future victims. Useful people he needed to extract information from. Others whom he just needs to please.

Sweat that feels like acid. Touches that hurt like red-hot tongs. Intimacy is worse than torture.

Astarion tries to force his mind to remember something else. You, he needs to remember you. Your touches, your voice, your blood. He attempts to visualize you but instead, it's a look-alike stranger, a fake voice with hurtful words.

He sits up, pressing his hands to the chest. His body feels rested but his mind is exhausted. Astarion hears voices from downstairs - busy afternoon in the tavern.

…You sleep beside him pressing your face into the pillow. Astarion notices that his boots are taken off and his body is covered with a blanket. It seems like when you came back, you put the shoes off him and tucked him in the blanket.

Astarion carefully gets out of bed. He still has a few hours before you wake up and he needs to occupy his mind with something.

It seems like the trance has made things worse.

Astarion, moron, you taint Tav. A voice within his undead heart whispers. Your past will never go away. Your skin is dirty. People will always know who you are. Tav pities you but even heroes are tired of being saviors.

This will never be over. Whatever he does. Wherever he goes, his past will follow him like the smell of death. He ruins you. He destroys you.

Astarion takes a book out of the bag and opens it randomly. A trembling hand tries to turn the page.

And tears it.

Fuck.

The books fall to the floor with a loud thump.

You move in your sleep but don't wake up. Astarion, cursing himself for being so clumsy, picks it up and immediately bumps his head on the wooden table.

Tainted. Tainted, the voices keep whispering, completely taking away all the control. His body doesn't belong to him. All the movements are off.

"Astarion, are you all right?" you mumble in the pillow.

"Yes... my... I am ... " The ability to talk properly leaves him as well.

He needs to go out. At least, he can sit in a tavern and look for potential contracts.

In a tavern similar to his hunting spots. And where yet another person might try to get him to bed.

He pulls out the door, but it is locked. He looks around and sees the key on the table. Tries to take it but it slips away through his fingers.

"Is anything wrong?" you yawn, sitting up. Your face is sleepy and the hair is messy.

"No... I am..."

You stand up and while still half-asleep pick up the key and open the door. Astarion stays at the threshold, fearing to fall down the stairs the moment he leaves the room.

"Astarion, the more I live with you, the more you resemble a cat to me! Do you want to stay inside or go out?"

"I ... "

His hands are still trembling. You look at them, noticing the tremor.

And close the door.

"I take my words back about you being a cat. You are more like a hobgoblin now."

"Careful, darling, I can get offended"

"So, you can speak now. What's wrong? You don’t look drunk to me, so?"

"Nothing important. Please, go to sleep."

"Did someone hurt you?"

"No, nothing"

"Liar."

Before he manages to object, you make him return to bed. As he sits down, you help him to undress. The light armor he forgot to put off, the shirt, and the trousers are carefully placed on the chair. He stays only in his underwear.

His hands are still shaking.

“I would gladly offer you my blood, but I am afraid you will pierce my carotid artery in your current state.”

Astarion nods. You lie on the bed and pull him to you. He places his head on your chest. You wrap your hands around him as if protecting him from the outside world and his own mind.

You are warm like sunlight.

You lie silently under the blanket in the dark room. You got the cheapest room in the Inn – the one without windows and the Innkeeper couldn’t understand why you two were so content about it.

“Can I touch your back?” you ask.

"What? Of course... Of course, you can. Why do you even ask?"

"Because I care about you", a gentle caress brushes over his scars. “Because I want you to feel safe.”

And he gives up. He tells you everything. About the man on the streets. The words and curses Astarion addressed mostly to himself.

"I feel tainted," he admits. “I feel that I ruined you. I can't undo my past. It follows me like a shadow. And I bring this shadow to our bed!

A soft kiss. Then, another. Fingers draw invisible pictures on his skin. Tears prickle his eyes.

Why is he so weak? Why is he so pathetic?

Noticing his tension, you tug him closer.

"I am sorry", he mutters. "I thought I had already recovered. That the things have already gotten better."

"They have. And you can't make progress without taking any steps back. It's a part of growth."

He chuckles but still feels miserable. He doesn't know what makes him feel worse. The thoughts in his head or the understanding that he has been lying to himself.

Astarion believed he was healed. It was a lie.

"You don't taint me, Astarion. You don't ruin me. I don't care how many people touched you. I care only about what you are and what you want to be."

He finally finds the strength to pull you closer to himself. "I want it to be over. I want to move forward. But I just can't. It seems like… he truly broke me. There is nothing to repair.”

“A broken man wouldn’t desire revenge the very moment he acquired freedom. Broken people beg to be returned to their masters. A broken man wouldn’t fight back. You aren’t broken and you are healing. And I love you. Never doubt it.”

You lie together in silence. Astarion notices his hands don’t tremble anymore and he relaxes a bit. He is safe.

But is he happy?

He concentrates on his feelings. He is in the dark room protected from the sun. On the soft and comfy bed. His hands are wrapped around you, the first and only person he cares about and loves. And who gives him everything he thought he wasn’t worthy of? A heavy thick blanket covers you both. The touches on his bare skin are so gentle he is about to cry. The soothing heartbeat sounds like a lullaby.

Yes, he is happy. Even if his mind tries to tell him otherwise.

You fall asleep again, and Astarion stays motionless not wanting to wake you up yet again.

When he finally notices your movements, indication that you are ready to wake up. He frees himself from your grip and presses his lips against yours. He kisses you softly, slowly, tasting you.

Thanking you.

“Feeling better?” you ask once your eyes open.

"Hello, darling", he smiles. “Yes, I am.”

Mor - ultimate death. Filliken - “open skirt”, a prostitute (a slur).

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haruchi-slit · 4 months

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BAD (GOOD) IDEA!

synopsis: Summoning a incubus, Sukuna

warnings: Sukuna has horns, he's a demon/curse, monster fucking, Sukuna has 2 pps and a mouth on his belly, dub con, MENTIONS OF BLOOD AND CUTTING (IT'S FOR THE RITUAL) fucking against the wall, THE RITUAL THINGY ISN'T REAL! English isn't my first language so please forgive me if my grammar's wrong and yeaa a lot of other kinky stuff ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ

a/n: might do a Higuruma, Gojo, or Toji smut/ff/fluff next, any ways isn't Sukuna's just such a cutiepatootie i also tend to use complete English words for sukuna instead of Contractions, like: isn't - is not cause, get it? he's a 1000 year's old tee-hee this is a late Christmas present ;>

After you applied and got accepted at the company your friend's working, you visited your local library to read, and maybe borrow some books, a particular book, caught your attention, it's designed with eyes and plant vines, so curiosity got the better out off you.

"Miss can I borrow this?" you asked as you put the book on the counter,

"Oh hi!, yes, yes you can ma'am, but be really careful" she said, not paying attention to what the librarian, you carelessly dug your own grave, or maybe..not.

"Your Id please, ma'am" the employee says

"Yeah, here" you said looking for your Id in your wallet, once you found your Id you gave it to the librarian.

You got home, completely tired, you placed the book down on your study table, you sat down and decided to read it once you opened it, you realized that the pages only contains pictures, you saw a four armed human with horns, you're not quite sure if it was a demon or a human, while looking thru the pages, a particular page had your eyes dazzling.

it was an instruction on how to summon the

"human" in the book.

You knew it's not a good idea to build and set a little shrine to summon the "human" in the book, but you thought,

"Curses, demons, or other evil spirits don't exist" you scoffed "what else could go wrong"

you shrugged snickering to your self.

You deeply cutted the tip of your finger, you watched your blood drip to the palm of your hand you drew a box with a mouth and four eyes on the paper, As you were doing the ritual, the little shrine you made lits up and turned into ashes, as a portal appears on your bedroom floor, it was the "human" in the book,

he wears a woman's kimono, he has horns, four eyes, you can't help but to look on his stomach with a huge mouth, his about 8ft tall, he has tattoos all over his body and only two arms?, you we're taken a back as you screamed in terror, which made the demon shot the deadliest glare.

"Is that how you greet your guest?, humans." he rolled his eyes as he unclasped his arms,

"F-fuck!" you exclaimed, while you ran fast as you could to unlock your door, but unfortunately the demon appears in front of your bedroom door in a matter of second, which results you bumping on his muscular stomach,

"Summoning me and then running away?, that is quite rude for a lady is it not?, come on do not be scared of me, brat." the demon said forming a devious smirk.

"What-what in the hell are you!?" you breath uncontrollably.

"What do you think human?, I'm a Incubus, you did not read the book?"

you tilted your head, "A what?" you asked, he chuckles at your naive response.

"I'll show what an incubus can do" he once again plastered his devious smirk.

He throws you on your soft mattress causing you to lay flat, you were completely frozen, he towers on top of you, with his muscular and obviously strong structure, you knew you were hopeless.

He lightly sat on your knees, traping you, making sure you can't move,

he removes his kimono, revealing his other set of arms

"Hey- what do your think you're doing!?" you stutter,

he shot seductive glares and you can't lie he's damn fucking attractive!, he acted like he didn't heard you, as he remove his undergarments and tossed it to the ground, he then shook his head as he shushes your mouth, he lifts you up and makes you sit on his lap, you were still in shock so tried to look away, he grabs your jaw forcing you to look at him.

"Eyes on me little one."

you bit your lips trying not to cry, but it was no avail your tears dripped down your cheeks and the demon found it pathetic.

"Humans are so emotional" he chuckles as he leans close to your face, he then licks your tears of, "I'll make you cry in pleasure too" he said and kissed you, you responded to the kiss, you don't know why but the kiss was sloppy, rough, he was dominant, and he doesn't hide it, he bits your lower lip to open your mouth in which he succeed, he roams his tongue in your mouth transferring some of his saliva in you, tongues currently fighting for dominance, you were so lost in the deep kiss, so he took the opportunity to slide the tongue on his belly in your shorts taking you by surprise, you let out a breathy moan as you once again latched your mouth on his lips, his belly tongue draws up and down licking every cornee of your vagina, your short were completely wet by how the demon was spitting on your pussy and abusing it, you broke the deep kiss as soon as you felt his dick erect, you looked at your back as you realized he has two dicks you gasp, you couldn't believe a living being could have two!

"What?, are you surprised little human?" he asked his tongue still moving down your pussy, "Nnn~ ha!" you whimpered as you nodded several times, "feeling good brat?"

"Ha! ugh hah!" you nodded once again, your hand going up to your tits squishing together,

the demon, once again, laughed at your pathetic state

"still not enough?, human are soo greedy" he says as he stood up and lifts you up high against the wall then tore your shorts and panties off, he uses his lower set of arms to hold your lower thigh as the upper set of arms was used as a support to your waist, he leveled your body to his mouth and remember his 8ft tall, so your literally high up against the wall, he spreads your legs wider as he latched his mouth on your pussy, sloppily eating it, focusing on your clit more, so you'll lose your mind faster, he fucking knows how to work that tongue up, his a 1000 years old curse after all, you were above the cloud, in how fucking good he was,

"oh fuuhh!!~ demon, hah! incubus! what ever you are nnn~ so fucking good!" you moaned

"Don't call me shits you brat, Sukuna or Ryomen your choice, little human."

he said while you didn't respond, he latched his mouth on your pussy again, burying his face furthermore making your back arch, against the wall, the room was filled with slurping sounds, whimpers and moans, you feel your walls starting to twitch you knew you're close, and Sukuna noticed so he fasten his pace flicking your puffy clit, spitting on your pussy with no remorse.

"R-ryomen!~ Fuck!" you screamed, as you orgasmed on his long tongue,

"You like that hmm?~" he asked but you couldn't respond cause you were still high,

"ok that's enough foreplay." he said as he aligns his dicks on your pussy and ass.

he slams his dick in you while his arms still supports your little body, he pins your whole body against the wall, his cocks were thick, and quite long, "So- f'king big! i can't!" you cried out "you'll tear me up Ryo!" you added scratching on his shoulders and back,

"oh come on little human, you can do it" he laughs as he pushes his dicks in you,

"my dicks just half way there don't pass out"

penetrating both of your holes

"Ryomen Oh my!" you bit your tongue in result it bleed, "shushh" Sukana says as he kissed your lips, you tasted the metallic taste of your blood while kissing him, as his dicks finally enters both your holes, you can feel his other cock moving in your ass, making it more ten times good, tongue lolled up, saliva dripping from both ends of your mouth, eyes almost crossing, his cocks hits every spot, with every thrust, you scream, and each scream was punctuated,

"Ah~hah, your pussy won't let me move that much, so t-tight" Sukuna states, as he buried his face to the crook of your collarbone, you can feel your pussy latching on his cock like it was it's life source, like if it disappears it would die, "Sukuna nnn!" you moaned your brain turned into a mush with all the pleasure, his cocks hitting each and every g-spot in your body, his cock kissing your womb with his thrust after trust, he lifts you up once again toward your mattress making you sit on top of him, letting you take control,

"come on little human show me what you got."

you bounced up and down holding on to his horns for support as his lower set of arms is buried deep on the flesh of your hips, as his top set of arms was on top of his head,after bouncing on top of him non-stop he came after, your eyelid fell after that, and then you woke up, with heavy breaths, you observed the room your in, you're still in your bed room, fully clothed under your blanket, you looked at your digital clock beside your bed, and realized it was time for your work,

"Thank god it was just a wet dream haha~" you yawned,

"oops, can't be late for my new job" you lightly laughed. Unfortunately you we're late.

Upon arriving at your workplace, you we're 20 minutes late. your friend, Geto greets you after coming out of the elevator,

"oh good morning~, the boss is waiting for you" Geto says and points a the door, that you assumed the boss's office,

"uh-oh, is it because im late?" you asked

which made Geto shrug " I don't know" he says "just goo aheadd, I'll grab you some coffee, see you later" added.

You knocked on your Boss's office

"Come in" a familiar voice, as soon as you opened the door, your boss greets you,

"Did you have fun last night, little human?"

"Ryomen..."

a/n: no part two👹

#jjk smut #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #incubus sukuna #jjk #toji smut #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x reader #smut sukuna

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