Horror Is A Romance Genre

Guided Sins (18+)

Karl Heisenberg x reader smut

This is part ten of my series! Check my masterlist for the rest of the parts!

Warning: It’s a smut! Overstimulation, messy use of toys, penetration, titty fucking. A teeny bit of choking. Spanking. Daddy kink.

Summary: The day hasn’t been finished, and both of you are dealing with the aftermath of what had happened at the church. You try to hide your raging thoughts, while he tries to hide his dreams. He thinks the two of you need a night to relax, and where he wants to go may surprise you.

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A loud roar of thunder rattled through the thick factory walls, the storm that had started hours ago still going on strong. Their were no windows in this room, leaving you only to listen as you laid on your side, your arm tucked underneath your pillow.

The storm kept you awake, leaving you laying still for what felt like a good while. You lost track of what time of day it was, but a million other things on your mind had you care less.

Your family was at the top of the list. Your sisters, your mother even. You wondered how Bela was doing, worried that your frantic actions hurt her too much to forgive you. You wondered if Cassandra and Daniela told her the truth, and how she would’ve reacted.

You thought of Alcina, wondering if she found out you had left yet or not. How would she react, you wondered, would she react angry or sad, or both? What were you saying? She’ll be both and so much more.

Regardless of those thoughts, you were here. You were here in Karl’s bed, inside his room, inside his factory. The fact you were here was still hard to believe, everything that had happened felt like a sort of dream. Like it was almost too good to be true. But now that you were here, what would happen now?

Were you gonna live here? Live here with him? How would that work? He’s wanted you to be here for a while, so what type of plans does he have in his head for you?

God, you missed your sisters. Even though Karl said what he said, you still missed your Mother. You tried to play it off by her drinking too much, but everything had happened so fast and gone so far, you still felt like you were in the thick of it. Things everyone said, everyone’s raging emotions that screamed in your face like starving rabid lycans. All of it started to eat away at your mind, an anxiety you’ve held onto continued to get so intense it had you resist the urge to let out any tears. You didn’t want to cry now. Not while you were here.

A warm arm slipped around your front, snaking around your waist and slowly pulling you closer. Your back went flush against Karl’s chest, the warmth of his body radiating like a large furnace. You heard him let out a slow exhale, his hold on you growing more secure. You couldn’t help but smile, hearing him let out a yawn behind you.

“You’re growing soft on me Karl?”

“Mm? Nah,” He spoke in a low, tired tone. “You’re fuckin’ freezing. Don’t want you gettin’ sick, and you end up gettin’ me sick.”

“Sure.” You dragged out the word in a teasing tone, bringing your hand to rest over his warm arm. Feeling his touch reminded you why you were here, because all he wanted to do was keep you safe. He wanted to keep you safe, you repeated to yourself, the warmth of the truth temporarily flushing out your anxieties to soothe you into slumber’s embrace.

Karl watched your form slowly rise and fall with your sleeping breath, unable to help himself as his thumb slowly brushed against your skin. He was almost tempted to run his fingers through your soft looking hair, but fought against it over the concern it would keep you awake.

He was glad you were getting some sleep, all while he had woken up from his unrestful one.

The dream started off strange: He was entering Castle Dimitrescu, the bright lights from the crystal chandeliers flooding his unshielded eyes. He heard you call his name, your form coming down the stairs dressed in your white gown, looking as beautiful as he first saw you.

You were happy and bubbly, walking over to him with a bright smile on your face. When you got closer you took his hands, and told him how much you adored him. The plain truth stunted him for moment, his reaction making you giggle. You leaned closer for a kiss, but hesitated just inches away from his lips.

Then, you started to laugh. It was a sinister sounding cackle, changing your sweet voice into something evil. He looked at you, watching as your face scrunched up in amusement with your brows heavily furrowed. A black, thick substance started spewing from your mouth, temporarily halting your laughter as you choked on said substance, dripping from your chin down to your dress front, permanently staining the white material.

“Heisenberg...”

You said his name, but not in your own tone of voice.

“Heisenberg!” Miranda yelled at him, her cold voice in your warm body. She laughed again, your mouth stained with rich black ink.

Miranda began reciting words and phrases, words that have been used to harm and berate him for years.

Words from his own family: harsh and cold. Words from Miranda: stale with deceit, and words from Alcina: Bitter and ruthless.

He was forced to listen to your black lips recite everything with her tone, all while he was frozen in place to listen to them all.

When he woke up, he was surprised that the way he jolted didn’t wake you. Maybe you didn’t notice him, maybe you were too lost in your own thoughts. But seeing you beside him, knowing you were with him made him relax considerably. He pulled you into his embrace, feeling relieved that it wasn’t a dream. You were safe here, and that’s all that mattered.

When you woke up again, he was gone.

You didn't hear rain anymore, but you couldn’t hear him anywhere nearby. Sitting up, you looked around to find the bedroom door closed. Maybe he left somewhere in the factory to work, he did look like a workaholic.

Looking for something to wear, you got out of bed and used your fingers to fix your hair. You found one of his long sleeve button ups draped over the work bench along with his hat and glasses, settling for putting on the garment and buttoning it up by the time you walked out into the hallway. As a joke, you took the glasses with you.

You went towards the only room you would think he would be, finding the man himself standing over his workbench, lacking said shirt. His hair was tied back, keeping it out of his face as he finished putting an object of some sort into a dark bag. You couldnt see what it was, but it didnt look like he heard you yet as you walked up behind him.

It looked like he cleaned up the room a little bit, the metal scraps that were all over the ground before were set aside into an awkward pile in the far corner, and the body parts were gone.

"Hey," Your voice filled his ears, breaking him out of his unconsentrated thoughts. He turned to look at you, a broad smirk forming on his face when he saw you in his shirt, adorning his sunglasses.

"Well, Good morning kitten." His arms snaked around your waist, bringing you close to him before lifting you up, raising you to sit ontop of the desk.

"This is a good look for you," He commented, seeing you giggle before taking off the sunglasses, blinking a little from the change of light in the room. “These are darker than I thought. How do you wear these things?"

Karl chuckled, taking his sunglasses and setting them aside on the table. Both hands ran along your hips, carresing them as he gazed into your eyes. He was quick to kiss you, your arm going behind his neck in compliance.

"What time is it?" You tried to speak up, the man's hungry lips trapping you back into the kiss before you could finish your sentence. He hummed a bit before letting go slowly, sighing a little bit. "We havent been asleep that long, got up once the storm stopped."

"You should’ve stayed in bed."

"I, uh, I need to fix some things I broke.”

"You mean those metal soldiers?"

"Mhm," He nodded, "I'll need to replace parts, find new subjects. All that kind of stuff."

"Hm," You pondered for a moment, biting your bottom lip as you leaned back on your palms against the table. "I mean, I could help. I could help get you some fresh bodies."

"Really now?" Karl chuckled when he saw you nod your head. "Well look at you, already putting yourself to use."

"Oh hush," You giggled, leaning for a quick kiss again. "I may need to go to Donna's anyway."

To this, he raised his brow. Go to Donna's? But you just got here, why do you need to go to the doll obsessed woman's home?

"Why?"

"In case you haven’t noticed, you ripped my only dress. She has lots of spare fabrics I can use to make my own."

"You can sew?" He asked that with more surprise in his tone than before. Just exactly how many things did you know how to do?

"Right, but what clothes are you gonna wear to go there?" He pointed out, his hands going over to rest along your hips again. You looked down at yourself, your lips forming a frown when you realized he was right. Maybe before you ran away, you should’ve at least brought something. But wasn’t like you knew you were going to stay here.

Karl couldnt help but laugh at your silence, making you frown even more. "Relax darling, I think I got some things you can borrow. Actually, I was gonna head over to see the Duke, maybe you’d wanna come along and then if theirs time I can go with you to Donna’s."

"Aww, You scared of me going alone?"

“Hm, I’m not against you leaving on your own, but the idea of you staying here wearin’ my clothes is so tempting,” Karl hoisted you up in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. You giggled as you gripped his shoulders, watching him walk out of the room and head towards the bedroom. He purposely dropped you on the bed, watching your body bounce before he caged you underneath him, your laughter filling up his chest with joy.

His hands found your wrists and pinned them to the sides of your head, glaring down at you with humorous eyes before giving you a kiss. You straddled his waist with your legs, feeling his chest rumble as he peppered kisses along your neck and chest.

“Karl,” You playfully whined, feeling his facial hair prickle your skin. “I need clothes damnit.”

“Fine fine,” He chuckled, joining you for a final kiss before leaving you.

He brought out dark brown pants, a leather belt, a black shirt and a navy coat. You couldn’t remember the last time you wore pants, or a plain shirt such as this. In fact, just wearing these clothes felt a little silly for a moment. You had to tuck in the shirt, and tuck the pant legs into your boots so they weren’t awkwardly sticking out. By the time you were done, you took one look at yourself in the mirror, and couldn’t help but start to laugh.

You looked silly wearing men's clothes, but you also felt really comfortable. It was a new kind of fun, one that had you laughing like a little child.

Karl had watched you the entire time, and couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. His clothes looked... new on you, in an adorable way. Maybe the jacket was a tad too big, but with weather like this, it would do you fine.

"I look silly, dont i?" You couldn’t help but question, seeing him approach you and shake his head. "Not really, You just look... small."

"Small?" You tilted your head.

"I mean, like you’re just innocent looking. Like a lost little tourist." He shrugged it off, seeing the way you started to smile.

You stepped closer and hooked your fingers under his belt, roughly pulling him closer until your chest pressed up against his.

“You and I know that I’m not innocent." You told him in a low, sultry tone before kissing him, barely giving him time even process a response. His hands returning towards your hips, roaming down along the curves of your ass.

You jumped when he spanked you, quickly massaging the area right after. The shiver that went down your body made him chuckle, breaking the kiss to see your flushed cheeks. "Bet that felt nice, didnt it?" You didn’t want to say anything, but it was well written all over your face that you may have liked it. A little.

Karl went back towards his work area after getting dressed to get his hat and glasses, but realized his glasses were in the other room. You followed along with him, watching him go to where he had left his glasses on the work table, only to find them gone.

The man was confused, never recalling picking them up. When he turned around to ask, you had his darkened glasses framing your face, wearing a blank expression.

"I need those." He began, seeing you take them off of your face.

"Oh, you do?" You innocently asked, seeing him nod and extend his hand out. The last thing he expected you to do was turn around and run out of the room, almost accidentally running into the doorframe on the way out. His footsteps behind you were much faster than you expected, forcing you to try to run alot faster. You barely made it out of the factory doors before an arm wrapped around your front, your feet leaving the ground.

A burst of laughter came from you, pure silliness erupting from your chest like freshly opened chardonnay. Karl's laughter came right after yours, the man’s other hand coming towards your sides with wiggling fingers. The tickly sensation made you laugh even louder, almost breaking his glasses in your tightly squeezed hands.

"I can keep going!" He announced, putting you down only to assault your other side, forcing your body to curl as you laughed even louder.

"Alright Alright!" you cried out, giving in when it quickly became too much. You were used to tickling, you had three other sisters, But Karl's fingers were much more firm and larger, knowing your body well enough to attack your soft spots.

"Thank you sweetheart," He took them back from your hands, letting you catch your breath. His amused eyes disapeared behind his glasses, but his smirk remained. You smiled back, feeling the happiness spread through your body in ways you haven’t felt before, but only with him. It made you feel more emotionally secure for the time being.

Karl let the way, carrying along with him his hammer and said bag. You didn’t question what was in it, you only believed he was gonna get stuff from the Duke before putting in orders. In the meantine, you followed alongside him, starting up conversation about random things that came across both of your minds that didn’t come into the category as family oriented. While you two talked, you noticed the sun starting to set behind the large mountains, illuminating their crooked form and framing them in a fiery glow. You could barely catch a glipse of this through your bedroom window, but out here it so surreal and calm. Knowing you were probably gonna be out where when it turned turned into night time excited you a lot more than it should’ve.

You told Karl about how theirs a rare chance when the sun sets, a faint green light is shown for barely a few seconds. He said its hard to catch glimpses of that with mountains like these, but he knew what you meant. He’s only seen it on accident a couple times in his life. So you switched topics.

One of the topics you brought up were where the tourists came from: You didn’t exactly ask the few you’ve killed where they were from.

Karl said most of them came from America, this place thats exponentially advanced different types of technology. He said if you thought his factory was alot to take in, then you should see how americans used their technology. He believed the way they were using their resources and building skills were a complete waste, questioning why wouldn’t they put their actual needs instead of their silly desires first, things would make more sense.

You didn’t exactly understand him, thinking how and why americans who have alot more would want to visit a place like this.

"Its more for novelty, I believe. I think they just love the idea of going places they'll never have the chance to truly experience. I mean, they’ll see a large shiny castle and want to go and live in it, but they'll never realize just how much worse it actually is."

"What do you mean by that?'

"I think the reason Miranda put that bitch in the castle is because its an eyesore, and forgeiners like that. Their curiosity overruns their fear, and once they go into the spider’s web, they’re dead before they realize its too late. Forgeiners are idiots, they lack true skills to survive the world we do, and thats what gets them killed by someone as small as you."

“Someone as small as me?” You repeated with an amused giggle. “Oh please, most don’t even see me coming.”

“Bold claim by you, huh?” Karl mused while glancing at you, “You’re rare. You kill if it benefits those around you, but you don’t kill for yourself. Yet you enjoy it either way, don’t you?”

“It’s how I was raised,” You shrugged, letting out an exhale as the snow crunched underneath your boots. “Did I ever think I was gonna get to this point? No, but... it’s what I was brought into, you know?”

“I know exactly what you mean.” He muttered, looking back on ahead as the village came into view. However, instead of the village, Karl started to lead you through a path that took you towards the church, which started to confuse you quite a bit.

"Where are we going?" You asked, closing your large coat around you more as the tempretures started to drop.

"I thought it would be nice to have a break here," Was all he said, bringing you into the church.

The candles were mostly all out, soon needing to be replaced by fresh ones. The torches along the walls still kept up their strong flames, basking the area in a warm glow.

The events from earlier came to mind the moment you saw Mother's chair, recalling just how loud and terrifying she had gotten. The broken pew was replaced by another, the scraps thrown aside somewhere you didn’t know. Karl stopped over to the pew, setting down his hammer and the bag he brought. You glanced over to the floor, seeing tiny glass shards lingering on the ground where the compass your mother destroyed used to be.

"Karl," You looked to see him opening up the bag, glancing over his shoulder towards your direction. "Why are we here?" Your voice was slightly shaky, the events of earlier still rattling your head like a wild snake's tail.

"Look, I... I feel bad for what happened earlier. I know all that stuff must be rattling in your brain like crazy. I was thinking we could be here for a little bit to drown out those bad memories, and make some good ones." He brought out a bottle of whiskey, swirling the amber liquid around.

It was... considerate of him to think this up. You had to admit, after what had happened the idea of a drink wasn’t all that bad.

"That’s sweet of you," You gave him a smile, seeing him pull out a cigar. "What else did you bring?"

"Oh just some other junk, it ain’t important.” He waved it off, opening the bottle of whiskey before handing it to you. You took the bottle, seeing him look for his lighter while you took a sip of the whiskey. You winced at the burn for a moment, holding your breath until it settled and let out an exhale.

"Shit," Karl muttered, unable to find his lighter. He looked over to one of the torches, holding the cigar up to light it up. You got amused at the sight, taking a seat on the new pew while taking another sip of whiskey.

Karl joined your side, bringing his arm back to rest against the backrest while bringing his foot up to rest on his other knee. You handed him the bottle and he accepted, offering you the cigar as fair trade.

The alcohol and cigars settled your nerves for the moment, warming your body and settling your mind. Although they were only placed behind a mental wall in your head, it was enough to keep you calm and ignore it for now.

"While we're here," Karl settled the bottle aside before bringing his attention over towards the bag.

"I have a surprise here for you."

“Oh?" You exhaled some smoke, seeing him adjust his legs until both feet were on the ground, then patted his lap for you to sit on. You giggled a little complied, sitting on top of his lap as one arm snaked comfortably around your waist.

He brought out a bundle of wrapped up dark cloth from the bag and handed it to you. You passed him the cigar, taking the cloth bundle and untying it slowly. Your fingers brushed against a smooth, cold metallic surface, your fingers slowly wrapping around what felt like a cylinder like object. You brought out the object with a look of confusion, tilting your head as you stared at this... thing.

It looked like it was made of smooth steel, the object at least six inches long. It reminded you of a round headed bullet, the cylinder like base looking similar to a blunt sword handle.

"What is it?" You looked at him, seeing him smirking the moment you held it in your hand.

"You don’t know what it is, huh?" He asked after exhaling some smoke to the side.

You shook your head. He started to laugh, making you even more confused than before. Why is he laughing??

"What is it?? Tell me!"

He laughed a moment longer before cocking his head, his smirk ever so present on his face. "And you say you aren’t innocent, Its a special toy Y/n."

"A toy?" You repeated.

"Mhm, A special one."

"A... oh," You looked back at the toy, realizing what he meant. "Oh."

Where did he... what??

You've heard of toys, but not anything like these. Especially not like these. You weren’t shy to admit to yourself that you learned about toys from books, but those were experiences you were gonna keep to yourself. You were confused, unsure how to exactly respond to this.

“What.. uh, what do I do?” You questioned, watching him blow out more smoke before gesturing to bring the object over. You handed it to him, watching it hold it for a moment before bringing it over to your neck. The cold sensation made you slightly shiver, feeling a little awkward where it was placed.

“I recall you saying you’ve never played with toys, right?” He asked, seeing you nod slowly. “Well, their are all different kinds of toys out there, and these are most common. I thought I’d introduce you to one, make a new and very good memory here for you.”

The metal began to buzz, making you gasp and jump a bit as it vibrated along your skin, resting against a sensitive area on your neck Karl knew you had. The sensation was strange, even though it was a small buzz, it felt really new and... nice, in a way. For some odd reason, it felt like a peculiar massage against your neck muscles, with made you smile a bit.

It stopped shortly after, Karl placing the object back into your hands. You looked at it, thinking at how it must feel where it was supposed to go. Maybe the thought excited you a little.

“You wanna try it out sweetheart?” Karl offered, seeing you meet his gaze for a moment before nodding. He smiled, turning his head to glance over towards a spot that he thought suited you perfectly.

“Sit in that bitch’s chair,” He gestured his head towards the large seat. In Mother’s chair? This guy was serious.

It didn’t faze you, but for some reason you started to get more nervous at the realization that you’d have to use this new toy in front of him.

Mother’s chair was quite large, it was quite tall for you to stand next to, let alone sit on top. You figured he would want you to get undressed first, so that’s what you chose to do.

You undid your belt while facing the chair and removed your pants and panties slowly, even going as far as to lean down and pull off your boots, taking everything off and for his viewing pleasure.

He watched the way you leaned down, eyes focused on the way those rosy lips of your entrance were glistening with excitement. It had him smile already knowing that you were so excited for this despite the nervousness. You hesitantly hoisted yourself up on the chair, surprised just how much bigger you thought it was when your feet didn’t touch the ground.

“Put your legs up,” Karl said, watching you slowly bring your feet up until your heels were pressed up on the surface of the seat. Alcina’s chair was actually really comfortable and roomy, giving you enough room to lean back on the back rest and have enough room to keep your feet up. You could curl up into a ball and still have room, but that wasn’t what you were here for.

“I want you to go slow kitten, tease yourself a little,” Karl watched you clutch the toy in your hand, thinking for a moment before pulling up your shirt.

It vibrated instantly with the soft vibrations that you felt on your neck. An excited sparkle of amusement ran through your body, feeling it quite ticklish just holding it in your hand. You weren’t sure how to properly react to this it: was just a simple vibration but just having Karl sit there watch you use this toy made you way more excited than you should’ve been.

Swallowing slowly, he met Karl’s gaze as you brought the toy slowly down between your breasts, maneuvering the vibrating object down your stomach ever so slowly.

The vibrations made a small giggle leave your lips. As ticklish as the sensation was, it did bring a faint sensitivity to your body. A light gentle friction that shot down your spine almost deliciously.

Karl sat up more on the pew, keeping his cigar in his mouth is he watched the toy travel down your beautiful body. When you rested the tip of the toy over your pubic mound the vibrations sort of felt as if they were increasing. It was weird, there was no button of any sort, or any little odd crank, and yet it acted like one of Karl’s strange machines. Maybe he built this toy for you, maybe he was planning on using it on you for a good while.

“Keep going kitten,” he ushered slowly while licking his lips and sharp teeth, “Keep those legs up, show me what I want to see.”

Taking a deep breath, you brought the tip of the vibrating toy down to your clit. Just a fraction of a second was all you needed to gasp and quickly take the toy away, the vibration sending a huge ripple of pleasure to spread to your core.

It felt like it was ticklish, good and awkward at the same time.

You weren’t used to this: you were used to fingers and Karl. It made you curious at how good this would make you feel the longer you used it. You returned the toy against your clit, a small whine leaving your mouth instantly.

The vibrations shot straight against your sweet spot, making you raise your hips slightly off the chair. The muscles in your thighs slightly quivered, running along your body in soft waves. The more you held the toy against you the more good at began to feel, but at the same time it was starting to feel a little too much for you to bare. After a couple more seconds you took the toy away, biting down on your lip as you let out a small shaky moan. The vibrations had your back almost arching off the chair, your body shivering at the way if left you feeling.

You almost wanted to close your thighs, but you knew that wasn’t what Karl wanted to see. He knew you were enjoying it, but you were just new at it. In fact, he liked watching you figure it out, to watch your body squirm as you dealt with the new sensation and to watch your pussy drip even more with pleasure. The way your would clench over nothing when you returned the toy again, those cute little whines and moans that left you. It was enough to make him take off his shades, leaning forward with his elbows to his knees as he watched with hungry, almost glowing eyes like a wolf watching his prey.

“You can’t be done yet baby. Go on, keep going.”

You let out a couple of short breaths, your shaking hands keeping the toy pressed against you. Some unknown force caused the toy to increase its vibrations, delivering a more strong sensation against your quickly warming core it had you arch your back again with a louder whine.

“Mmm!” Your other hand clutched the armrest, your hips slightly thrashing about as the buzzing against your core was starting to increase the rising pleasure. The muscles in your thighs started trembling with your hips almost refusing to keep still, the pleasure rising up and threatening to snap. You let out a slow, short whine, rocking your hips a little more against nothing as the fiery band threatened to snap. You were close, it was quick but you were so close, you could almost-

“Stop,” Karl ordered, forcing you to come back to your senses and pull the toy away. You took a moment to regain your breath, realizing the slick that gathered from your pleasure was practically dripping from your hole, pooling the surface of the chair. You let out a small, irritated groan at the lack of release, hating when he did that to you.

“C’mere,” Karl sat back again, beckoning you over with two fingers. You slid off the chair, feeling your legs slightly tremble from the position you were in. You saw he had undone his pants, his cock resting up against his abdomen, throbbing and aching with pure need.

“Did that feel good?” You nodded to his question, seeing him smirk and reach for the toy. “Yeah, I bet it did. As cute as you looked, I can’t have you finishing with just a toy. Turn around and take a seat.” He put aside his dying cigar and patted his lap, having you do what you were told.

You sat back against him, humming at the feeling of his warm cock against your entrance as your legs hooked around his, keeping you spread open. He removed his gloves before he guided himself in, emitting a heavy groan at just how soaked and easy you were to slip into, the stretch of him inside made you feel so deliciously full.

He gave a short thrust, chuckling at the small mew you let out. He brought the toy over to your clit, turning it back on to the setting it was on before. The return of it had you clenching around him instantly, a gasp and tremble of your hips following shortly after. The pleasure rejected from you before began to build up a lot quicker, your hands clutching onto his forearms as you rocked your hips, moaning at his cock filling you inside with the buzzing of the toy teasing your bud.

Karl was more content to sit still and watch you squirm in his lap, letting out a low hum or two every minute or so from the way your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him constantly, making you feel even tighter. His free hand rested along your abdomen, feeling your insides squeezing him harder, making him push against your almost unforgiving squeezes as he held you close to his form, the sounds you were making filling his ears as you relaxed your head against his right shoulder.

As a surprise, he set the toy to the highest setting. The intense buzzing hit you like his metal hammer hitting solid ground, your back arching as your orgasm ruptured through your entire body, a loud raspy cry leaving your lips.

Your whole body tensed up, thighs trembling so hard they had almost closed. Your loud cry was halted as the warm euphoria shot through your body, bathing you with its fire and drowning you without mercy.

Karl’s chest rumbled at the sight of you, feeling your sweet juices soak his entire cock. Your pussy convulsed around him as your fingers dug so deep into his arms he could almost feel your nails through the fabrics. Something made you gasp loud in shock, which caught him off guard as he saw you lift your head to see something splattering against the ruined rug floor.

Something caught his attention from between your legs, noticing that their was a liquid covering his hand, holding onto the now drenched toy. Peering over a little more, his gaze traveling towards the direction from where it had came from.

Your hand was covering your mouth, eyes wide in the shock of what you just done. You almost didn’t notice it, but now you really really wished you hadn’t.

His laughter boomed through the entire church room, the man sitting up as he set the toy aside. “Haha! Mmm!” Both arms wrapped around your waist, keeping himself inside as he hugged you secure to his torso.

“Well! Mhm, meine dreckige kleine hure,” He chuckled deeply against the skin of your neck before peppering the area with frantic kisses.

You were too embarrassed to even question what he said, both your hands moving over to cover your face from view. What the fuck did I just do?? And why the fuck did it happen???

“Aww, what’s wrong kitten?” He cooed, smirking at your sudden shyness and silence. “You shocked that my own invention worked so well?”

“Mmm!” You turned your head away, hearing him laugh some more as his hands rubbed along your thighs, feeling your trembling muscles still recovering.

“What? Theirs nothing wrong with what happened kitten. Nothing wrong at all,” He tried to soothe as his hands ran along your hips, his rough fingers gently rubbing your stretched folds and pressing down on your sensitive nub. “In fact, it just makes me want to eat you up even more. So don’t be shy kitten, making a mess just means we’re having a good time, aren’t we?”

He rocked himself inside you, making you clench and whimper as his cock throbbed against your sweet. He brought your head back to his shoulder, the man looking into your eyes as he saw just how flushed you were from the mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

“Didn't it feel good?” He whispered, bringing up his fingers for you to see how wet they were all coated in your honey. “I barely even touched you, and you’re so dripping. You have any idea how wet my cock feels? All because of you darling?”

You looked into his eyes, feeling your core start to spasm to life again as you saw how wet his fingers were, along with another throb of his cock. He brought his fingers to your lips, watching you accept them and lick them clean. His hand held onto your hip and moved you slowly, making you moan on his fingers.

“Hmm, god you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, putting his fingers into your mouth up to his knuckles before removing them. His wet fingers pinched at your nipples, making you whine as he continued to grind you against him.

“Get over here,” He let go of you and patted to the open seating area beside him, “On your knees, now.”

You didn’t want to leave this comfortable position, unable to help yourself as a small whine left the back of your throat. After an orgasm like that, despite the embarrassment, your body felt warm and comfortable despite the chilly church room. A thought popped up in the back of your head, making your lips curl at the silly idea of it.

“Make me,” You muttered.

“Pardon?”

“I said Make. Me.” You glanced into his eyes again, your smirk highly present on your face. “Daddy.”

Oh.

He chuckled lowly, both of his hands clutching your hips, lifting you off of his dick. He maneuvered your body until you were on your knees, your cheek pressed up against the smooth wood of the pew.

“Ohh kitten,” He muttered handsomely, his fingers kneading the warm flesh of your ass. “You have no idea what that’s gonna bring for you.” He leaned closer to your lower half, fingers spreading your pussy open before shoving his tongue inside, lapping up at all of your sweetness. You whined some more from the roughness of his tongue, fingers clutching onto the edge of the seat as his tongue flicked over your nub multiple times.

“I should be mad at you, you wasted a perfectly good meal for me.” He gave one final lick before getting ahold of your other hand, placing the toy in your grasp before pressing it up against your clit.

“Keep it there, and don’t move it anywhere else. I’m not gonna stop until you give me another mess to clean up.” Karl pushed himself back inside with a groan, the toy buzzing to life at the highest setting, making you gasp and arch your back again. Your moans and cries were loud at first, but with the large holes in the ceilings you started to fear that people would hear. You tried to cover your mouth a bit and hold back, but Karl wasn’t happy at the action.

He slapped your ass hard, making you wince and cry out a little bit. He repeated three times on the same spot, massaging the tender flesh in his hand while his other hand grabbed your hair, giving a not so innocent tug.

“Don’t you dare hold those noises back kitten, I want you to scream so loud it’ll sound like a church choir in here!” His thrusts only got harder, the wet skin against skin slaps quickly muffled out by your loud cries.

His pace quickly grew vigorous, the harsh buzzing of the toy making you buck your hips against him repeatedly. You came again with an amplified burn, euphoria blinding you for a moment as another loud cry left your lips. Your fingers struggled to hold onto the toy, the quick sting of overstimulation rattling your body.

Karl relished in everything, groaning from the clenching and the way your body moved, arching your back just like a cat would. Your moans leaned towards louder whines, slowly moving away the toy when it got to be too much.

"Aww, what's wrong?" Karl asked, bringing his hand over to raise your form up, pressing you back against his. He stopped his brutal thrusts, settling for grinding against your ass while he brought the toy back against your core, grunting when he felt the vibrations himself.

"My cock getting to be too much for my little slut? Hm? Or is this toy too harsh on your pretty pussy? Tell me."

"Mm!" You started to speak up, forcing your lethargic mind to think of proper words to use. "F-fuck! The toy-" You cut off with another loud moan, feeling him press it even harder against you, the vibrations abusing your nub so much you felt another orgasm quickly follow.

"What's it gonna be kitten? You wanna finish on this toy, or you wanna finish on Daddy's cock?"

"You Daddy, please!" You held onto his arms for dear life, hearing him chuckle against your neck before placing a wet kiss on your skin. He turned off the toy, setting it aside before gripping your hips with a bruising grip, fucking you hard again until you came another time.

He growled against your neck, his lips tasting the saltiness of your sweat. He rocked into you more slowly, but not stopping until you rode out another mind shattering orgasm. One of your hands went behind his head, keeping him close as he panted against your skin. You relaxed slowly, letting out heavily drawn pants that mellowed into soft exhales, feeling his hands roam under your shirt to caress your breasts.

"Fuck Karl," You exhaled, closing your eyes for a moment. Karl tugged off your jacket, resting you back on the pew. You watched him, watching the man maneuver himself until his face was inches away from yours, his eyes hungry with a primal need. In the faint darkness blanketing the room as evening shifted into night, it looked as if his eyes were glowing like fireflies. He smiled at you, showing you that unique handsomeness you've grown to love looking at.

The loud buzzing rang in your ears, the harsh sensation of the toy pressing along your sore entrance making you gasp and wince. Your overstimulated, drenched core throbbed with the feeling, forcing you to grab onto Karl's arms as a long broken moan left you. He chuckled, looking down to watch as he pushed the toy against your entrance, parting you open with the help of his knee, watching your ever so hungry pussy invite it in. Feeling the vibrations inside was slightly different, making you whimper a lot louder as he moved it agonizingly slow, making you feel it along your fluttering walls.

He hummed, moving himself to be closer to your core and wrap his lips around your clit, chuckling as he felt your nub buzz along his tongue.

"K-Karl!" You cried out his name, your hips slightly lifting as the sensations started getting too overwhelming. Your body felt burning with pain and pleasure, your nerves too overworked to bring out another release. "P-please, I can't-"

He growled in irritation of you trying to move away, his arm wrapping around your thigh to yank you back, keeping you secure against his mouth. He assaulted your core once more with his tongue and toy, leaving you to repeatedly cry out his name to the broken ceilings, crying out faster as you felt close to your orgasm that you've lost count of.

The band snapped, your nerves roaring in the wave of pleasure that overtook your other senses, making you tremble and scream out. Your hands clutched onto the pew for dear life, bringing your head back against the surface of the pew, your back arching almost every few moments. You heard a loud, uproarious muffled roar from Karl, the man clutching your hips closer as he sucked at your gushing core, taking all of your juices in his mouth, swallowing every single drop. You laid still, tired whines leaving your mouth as he nursed on your swollen, abused clit.

He planted kisses along your stomach and up your chest, leaving wet kisses until your lips met his, finding them very wet and tasting of you. He pulled out the toy, the vibrations stopping when it left your sore caverns. He broke the kiss and brought the tip of the toy along your bottom lip, watching you open and lick along the warm surface.

"You did so good for me Kitten," He praised in a low tone, meeting your gaze as you sucked on the tip momentarily before letting it go. "Daddy wasn't too rough, was he?"

"Oh no," You smiled a little, bringing your head back to relax for another moment. "Daddy was just the usual."

"Which is?"

"Figure it out," You giggled a little, running your arms along your chest slowly. "Didn't think you'd like me calling you that."

"Much better than dog," He sat up, putting the toy aside before standing. "Get up."

"Hm?" You looked up at him, your eyes immediately attracting to his cock, coated with your juices and dripping with precum.

"I need kitten to help her daddy, but you need to lose the shirt." You sat up and pulled off the garment, your hand going over to hold his warm length. You brushed the clear beads along the head, giggling a little when it throbbed from the contact.

"Get closer," Karl ushered, having you move your sore hips until you sat at the very edge of the pew. His hand found your right breast first, kneading it before giving the same treatment towards the other.

"You looked gorgeous this morning, Everything you wear just has me so tempted to rip it all off and fuck these tits." He pinched your nipple and gave your breast a small slap, making you wince and giggle. Your lightly buzzed mind and afterglow state left you feeling cozy, tired yet relaxed, thinking about what he meant. You knew those low cut dresses did something to him.

"Daddy wanna try it?" You offered, slowly cupping your own breasts in your hands. "It's your turn to get messy."

Karl chuckled, stepping closer until the head of his cock brushed between your mounds. You nestled his cock between your breasts, humming at how warm it felt along your skin. A low rumble left his throat, watching how you squeezed yourself together, your plush breasts almost enveloping his entire cock. He moved his hips real slow, leaving you watch the head of his cock disappear between your mounds before reappearing. The slickness helped him glide along your skin so easily, creating a light squelching sound as he repeated the motions.

He sighed again, feeling himself getting close to his own end. He moved a bit faster, keeping one hold on your shoulder as he fucked your chest, all while you watched more beads of precum leak out and stain your skin. You even went as far as to stick your tongue out, feeling it brush along the head to lap up the saltiness.

He stilled against you, letting out a rich, heavy growl as he spilled all over your breasts, staining your skin with his milky seed. You watched with a soft moan, eyes frozen on the way every rope of cum pumped out from the tip. You squeezed yourself tighter around him, moving with his slow thrusts until he stopped, his cock throbbing against your chest.

"Mmm," Your fingers grazed along the small puddles, watching his seed drip down in between your breasts to trickle along his cock. Your fingers ran along the length, smearing as much of it along before you leaned closer, bringing his cock to your lips to lick up the mess. He hummed while watching your tongue run along the veins, tasting yourself and him mixed together. Your tongue reached the base and back towards the tip, feeling his hand come over to caress the back of your head.

The thrusted once into your mouth, hearing you gasp in surprise. His cock almost hit the back of your throat, chuckling when you moved your mouth away before you could gag.

“Mm!” You licked your lips, looking up at him with a frown. “Fuck Karl, you’re an asshole!”

“Oh really? I’m not the one who came all over the church floor.”

“Fuck you!”

“Heh, you better watch that mouth pup. I might still be a little hungry."

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Private Lessons Part 3: Gratitude

Kinks: Bondage, oral sex, kitty pet name, DDLG (NOT ageplay), D/s dynamic

Okay, guys. This was a lot of work and I am super proud of it. Holy cow. I about cried when I finished. I’m so invested in this story that I commissioned the wonderful Cosmicacorasa to make the cover. Her drawing, my coloring, and another friend’s handwriting because mine is truly heinous.

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Private Lessons Part 3: Gratitude 

“Wouldn’t it be nice if you repaid my generosity?” 

Aizawa’s fingers gingerly caressed your cheek, leaving little jolts of electricity zipping down your sides. The affectionate gesture melted you, eyelids fluttering as the pleasant tingles sent goosebumps flashing across your skin. You turned and kissed his palm, nudging against it before staring up at him through your lashes.

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Private Lessons: Part 1

Okay, so this is a rerelease of one of my earliest fics. It’s hard not to cringe but I love the story and I hope you enjoy it. This is chapter one of a yet-to-be-determined part series. Kinks are varied and will be listed in every chapter. We’re exploring folks. 

No real angst will exist in this fic give yourself some damn joy. The first chapter is fluffy build up! I present to you a smutty, light-hearted romance with a fun, upbeat, initially bashful reader and Shouta Aizawa!

Nice try,” you grumbled as you jabbed your elbow into the creep trying to get behind you in the subway. He got the message and moved to another section. Luckily, your stop was coming up soon, so you probably wouldn’t encounter too many more gropers.

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im at my sexiest when im wearing all my rings & my multiple earrings clink together when i take a step

The Hierophant - Day 6

Day 6: Professor / Student

Aizawa x F!Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Kinks: Professor / Student, Public sex

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Professor Aizawa’s office looked just as anyone would expect from him: plain, practical and with no sign of personal touches. His office was purely for work and that was it. Every inch was nondescript, white walls, bare of all decoration. Even his desk was unimpressive, only sporting some tests from a previous class he was grading with a glaring red pen and a computer. You swept your eyes over the small pile of papers, catching sight of a very familiar test with very familiar hand writing.

You gulped.

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Yandere Mr Compress (Part 1?)

My first ever fanfiction, enjoy and please let me know if you want more! I may be continuing this.

TW Kidnapping

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It starts off very innocent. You’re walking back to your apartment after a long day at work and you find a bouquet of flowers sitting at your doorstep. Puzzled, but somewhat excited, you pick them up and take them inside, setting them on your kitchen counter. You check the card “Your beauty is like the waves of the ocean, relentless, wondrous, and potentially disastrous to a poor, lost soul like mine.” It isn’t signed. You could, of course, take this note the wrong way, how could beauty be disastrous? But you figure it just came from an especially stricken admirer. You haven’t had an admirer since high school, how could you not find it sweet? Smiling, you set the card to the side and arrange the flowers on your dinner table. It’s a nice gesture, you assure yourself.

A few days pass and you’re unconcerned about this “admirer”. In fact, it puts a little pep in your step, so to speak. So far, you’ve received the flowers, a teddy bear, a box of chocolates, and of course the usual unsigned notes. Nothing too strange or alarming. But today was a little different. You come home to find a small red box waiting for you. You take it inside, eagerly rip it open, and find a gold necklace with a heart pendant. Your stomach drops a little. This is expensive. Not only that, but you were just eyeing it the other day, thinking about buying it for yourself for your birthday next week. But it’s not like anyone would have noticed that, right? Whoever the admirer is, he must have just seen it and figured it would be nice, right? You set it aside, pour yourself a glass of wine, and put it out of your mind.

The week passes without any more gifts. You’re a little disappointed, but also somewhat relieved. Maybe the admirer just lost interest. Anyway, it’s your birthday and you’re going out tonight, so you’re excited. You go on your usual lunch break to your usual coffee shop, order your usual cappuccino extra foam, and walk outside. You always take an alley back to work, it’s quick and it’s not even a dangerous area, there are heroes everywhere. You’re so absorbed in thinking about your work, the proposal is due today, you don’t even notice the man standing in the shadows with a Rorschach mask and yellow trench coat. But his voice pulls you out of your thoughts. 

“You’re not wearing it.”

You stop in your tracks. “E-excuse me?” you ask, without turning around.

“The necklace.”

Your heart stops.

“You haven’t worn it at all. I thought you’d like it. I saw you looking at it and smiling.”

Run. You have to run. Or call for a hero, just DO something. You open your mouth, but by the time you even think to scream for help, you’re breathing in a chemical-soaked rag. And you’re out.

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When you wake up, you have a headache. You don’t really remember what happened, did you have a bad dream? Did you end up going out with your friends? You look around for some water, aspirin… your phone? Anything? Your mind finally clears and you realize, this is not your room. The bed is huge, probably a king. The sheets are regal, red satin with a maroon fleur de lis pattern. Where the fuck are you? You begin to panic and try to get up, before realizing you’ve been tied to the dark, oak bed frame. Shit.

The events of earlier today begin to return to you. The coffee, the alleyway, the man. He was the one. The admirer. He WAS watching you. You look around frantically, looking for anything to cut the restraints. The room offers no solution. No way out. You can feel the tears starting to prick at the corners of your eyes as the bedroom door opens.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

You turn your head to meet the voice, a tall man wearing an orange button up shirt with a bolo tie, black vest, and black dress pants. Even after having the audacity to kidnap you, he still hides his face underneath a black balaclava mask.

“I do apologize for the restraints, but I’m afraid I just can not let you run off. Not when I’ve gone to all this trouble to acquire you.”

“Acquire me?” you spit. “What am I, a Picasso?”

He laughs, a real, genuine laugh, like you’re on stage at open mic night. “A Picasso? Oh dear, no, you are so much more beautiful than that.”

You blush, despite yourself, but continue to glare at the man. Who does he think he is? You don’t expect a real answer, but you do ask him, “Who are you?”

“Forgive me, where are my manners?” He says with a smile. He flourishes his hand down into a deep bow, “Some call me Mr. Compress, but you, my dear, may call me Atsuhiro.”

Overstimulation with Vampire Gojo - Kinktober Day Nine

Satoru Gojo x Reader (NSFW)

Synopsis: You stop by to pick Gojo up on your way to Shoko's Halloween party and, when the vampire invites you inside, things take an interesting turn. One you've been pretending for years that you never wanted. One he's been waiting years for.

Warnings: overstimulation, gojo being a total fuckin dominant asshole, teasing, dirty talk, gojo makes you beg...a lot, masturbation, fingering, mention of edging, "ice play" (except it's really just gojo's cold fingers & cock cause dude's a vampire), pussy slapping, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Vampire!Gojo felt more fitting for the Halloween vibes. I also had way more fun writing Gojo being an asshole than I expected. Anyways, Happy Kinktober, I hope y'all like the fic!

Since you’d met him, it’d been all fang talk. At first, you tuned it out. He wasn’t the first vampire you’d interacted with. And given his power status, giving him any satisfaction in having any reaction beyond disinterest was off the table. So you ignored him. You ignored the way those sharp fangs glinted in the moonlight as his mouth tipped into a mischievous smirk. Especially the way his eyes sparkled as he goated you, trying to pull even the tiniest reaction from you.

Because he knew, beneath the surface, behind the eye-rolls and annoyed scoffs, you were intrigued. It came in an accelerated heart rate. Increased breathing. Dilated pupils. The way your breath hitched when he got close. How clearly your mind would wander when he’d tell you he could make you feel things you could only ever imagine.

Pure euphoria.

“Pretty sure I’ve felt that before,” you’d responded as nonchalantly as possible. Gojo simply laughed.

You’d been bitten before; you knew one of the side effects. You’d felt it, and Gojo knew that.

“But not from me,” he whispered. “Not from the strongest.”

You’d waved your hand in the air and ignored him, just as always. Just as you always would.

But the bastard, the amused, smug bastard wore you down. He was biding his time, waiting with hidden patience until you snapped. Watching with those eyes that bottled the summer sky and endless stars as you waited outside his apartment in a vintage nightgown. White. Innocent. The feedee to the feeder. His idea. Then he could go to the costume party without having to disguise his fangs. It was the perfect plan. Until he opened the door dressed in a white shirt, half the buttons undone, chest exposed, and tight black pants that left nothing to the imagination. His head cocked to the side as your stare lingered, and he knew he had his claws in you.

And so did you.

“Why don’t you come in?”

“I thought it was humans who had to invite the vampires into their home?”

“It is.” He chuckled, standing aside, barely giving you enough room to enter. You had to brush against him in the process, bare skin on bare skin. He wasn’t nearly as cold as you expected him to be. His laugh deepened, and you involuntarily flushed.

The loose cotton garment sashayed around you as you stepped into Gojo’s apartment, turning to face him as soon as you were three steps inside. The door closed with a quiet click behind Gojo as he perused your body. His eyes roamed over you as if the nightgown had melted to your frame.

“So? What is it you wanted me to come in for?”

The vampire smirked as he sauntered over to his cellarette and pulled out a bottle of red wine and two glasses. You crossed your arms. If you dilly-dallied, you’d never get to the party on time. That meant no wine.

Gojo seemed to read your expression.

“What? You worried about lowering your inhibitions around me?” He made a show of licking his fangs.

“I’m worried about being late to our friend’s party.”

Gojo dropped to his couch and poured one glass of wine. You followed suit. He shook the empty glass at you, and you simply held up your middle finger in response. A shrug later, and he had the bottle down on his coffee table next to the spare glass and lazily sipped the decadent drink. You frowned. You were going to be late.

“Really, Satoru, we’re going to be late.”

“Answer me one question.” He eyed his wine. “And then we’ll go.”

“What?”

“Why do you pretend to act so nonchalantly around me?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you realized Gojo had leaned towards you. You held your breath as he let the tips of his fangs poke out from his smile. You needed to put distance between you, but with the armrest behind you, you had nowhere to go. He dragged a single finger down your cheek, trailed it along your jaw, beneath your ear, all the way down until he reached your pulse point. Sharp nails dug into your thighs, and you realized they were your own.

“What do you mean?” Your voice was tighter than you’d hoped.

Gojo canted his head to the side, eyes fixed on your neck.

“Your heart is racing,” he whispered almost tenderly. “Are you nervous, (Y/N)?”

“No,” you answered too quickly.

“Do I scare you?”

Deep down, yeah, he scared you. He was an insanely powerful otherworldly being. On some level, of course he scared you. But your heart wasn’t hammering against your chest out of fear. Not even slightly. Or, at least, not fear of him. But the growing ache you were feeling for him? That was worrisome. Especially since that resolve you’d had for the last few years was finally starting to deteriorate.

“No.”

“Then what,” he murmured as he leaned in and you felt his breath tickle your neck, “has your heart beating so fast?”

You couldn’t stop the image of Gojo lying you back on his couch, body pinning yours against the couch cushions, and sinking his fangs into your neck. Just one of many fantasies that have played out consciously or subconsciously. Whether his hands roamed your body, his hips rolled between yours, there was always one thing in common: Gojo bit you.

And you’d be damned if you didn’t do the same thing you always did when you thought about that. You mentally cursed the cracks in your resolve as you lifted your hand to your mouth, gently touching your canines, wondering what Gojo’s felt like.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” His mouth grazed your ear, and you sucked in a harsh breath.

“We should get going, we’re going to be-”

“If you say late one more time, (Y/N), I swear I’m going to sink my fangs into you and suck you dry.”

Curse the image that his words made you think of. Curse the ache that it made you feel.

Curse the delay that it caused because Gojo jumped on it.

“Oh.” He sat his glass down and brought his other hand up to your jaw, leaning forward until his chest pressed against yours. “Is that something you’d like?”

“Gojo.” His name was a warning.

“Usually, you have some retort, some smart-ass remark.” He dropped his mouth to your neck and pressed a feather-light kiss to it. “But it appears you’ve gone tongue-tied.”

You wanted to pull away. You wanted to push him off, but in your attempt, all you managed to do was lift your hands. Because as soon as they touched him, as soon as you felt that solid chest beneath them, all you could do was ball that soft fabric up in your hands.

For the first time, you were utterly hopeless under Gojo’s touch, and he knew it.

“Admit it.” He only hesitated a moment before you felt the faint scrape of his fangs against your skin. “You’ve been wanting me to bite you since we’ve met.”

And, damn it, you shuddered. Of all things you could’ve done, your hands tightened, your breathing grew heavy, and you shuddered.

“Party,” you blurted out.

“(Y/N).”

If Gojo’s name was a warning, yours was a promise. A promise of what he’d been saying since you’d met. A promise of pure euphoria.

“Tell me what you want.” A hand dropped to your waist and jerked you forward. Your legs parted around him. “And I’ll give it to you. You just have to tell me.”

You groaned, more frustrated than anything else. You’d already embarrassed yourself. You’d let him get this far. Fuck. Purely out of spite, you said nothing. Gojo had already gained too much satisfaction from this. From you finally starting to lose yourself in him. You wished you hadn’t accepted Gojo’s invitation to enter his apartment. That you’d bullied him until he gave in, joined your side, and the two of you made your scheduled appearance at Shoko’s Halloween party. You would’ve greeted your friends, maybe given in and danced with Gojo, gotten a tad too handsy after having a shot or two, and then gone your separate ways.

Instead, you were clutching onto his shirt like your life depended on it, trying to ignore just how fast your heart was beating--trying to slow it down, knowing Gojo was aware of it too. You shouldn’t have sat on his couch in his too-cold apartment with the last sip of blood-red wine left in his glass. You shouldn’t have thrown away years of pretending because this was going to change everything. Not just you wanting him to bite you. Just giving away that you wanted him to. That was already an arsenal accidentally gifted to the vampire. And he was always going to use it.

You had to get it together.

“The last thing I want is for you to bite me,” you spat.

But you didn’t move.

In fact, you were pretty sure you sighed as Gojo shifted until his mouth hovered over yours. His mouth that looked so damn soft. So damn tempting. Like the forbidden fruit, the Devil whispering in your ear, telling you to just take a tiny little taste. No. To let him take a taste. Let him feast. Let him take.

But you’d never admit it. Not to him. You’d never do that. But you didn’t push him away when he hovered there. And you certainly didn’t fight nearly hard enough when you felt yourself pressing up until your lips met his. You felt weightless as your mouths met. The kiss was the closest to chaste you’d imagined Gojo could muster.

He sighed against you, mouth parting just enough to tease what was going to come. He was restraining himself, barely able to hold back his grin as you held him against you, surely wrinkling his shirt. Then, when his own resolve crumbled, and your mind had just begun to process soft, delicious, addicting, he smiled, and you felt his fangs prick your lips.

If you’d known this was how good it felt to kiss Gojo, you would’ve done it ages ago.

And that thought grew tenfold when he let his grip slip, and he became hungry. Dominant. Determined. His teeth captured your bottom lip, tongue soothing the sting, as he tipped your head back. The hunger, it was like he’d been wanting this just as long as you had. Like he’d been waiting--praying, if vampires did that--for you to finally give in. You were sure you could’ve cracked a Dracula joke there, but all you could hear was Nanami’s monologues about Nosferatu, cinematic Dracula, and novel Dracula.

Gojo adjusted, tugging you onto his lap, legs splaying around him. Your head fell back as he kissed down your jaw, teasing your throat and lingering there, making your blood boil in all the best ways, and slowly undoing the tie of your nightgown. His slender fingers worked slowly, and you weren’t sure if it was to give you time to back out--which you knew was the smart decision, but since you were already in uncharted territory, you figured why not--or to drive you absolutely insane.

Most likely the latter.

His fingers grazed your chest, and you were thankful you’d decided to wear a bra. If you hadn’t, your chest would’ve given away just how needy you were. Although with all of Gojo’s keen senses and extraordinary abilities, the way he snickered as he kissed your neck told you that he was entirely clued in to how badly you wanted him.

“Let me touch you.” He toyed with the straps of your bra and pressed his hips up. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing out on for years.”

You, despite your common sense screaming at you to get up, nodded.

The groan of satisfaction and vindication that left the vampire grated on your ears, your nerves, your entire being. It was like you were drunk on him, and he hadn’t even done anything. You blamed the costume. Bastard donning some high-end version of a knock-off Dracula costume. Showed a little skin, wore some tight pants, flashed those fangs. You weren’t supposed to be this easy; you weren’t supposed to be like every other person who fawned over him.

But you hesitated. It was like you’d practically tilted your head to the side, brushed your hair away, and exposed your neck to the prick like a curious, aching dumbass you were. And he jumped on it. Pounced. You accidentally gave him an inch, and he was going to take all the miles he could. Run you ragged.

“Turn around.” You could feel his grin against your mouth and, just to spite him, you took your sweet time listening. Making sure to drag yourself over his lap in the process, rolling your hips to adjust, satisfied at the low grumble that escaped him.

But that only seemed to piss him off.

As soon as you situated yourself, his knees found themselves between yours, and he jerked your legs open. When your costume stopped him short, there was zero hesitation as he grabbed the thin fabric and tore a slit down the side. You blushed inadvertently at the action, cool air rushing your bare skin, and Gojo chuckled in your ear.

He kept your legs hooked open, holding you against him with an arm around your waist. His mouth danced over your neck, teeth caught your ear lobe, as his other hand fell between your legs. But there was no contact. He just hovered it there, the tips occasionally ticking your inner thigh. He hummed when he glanced over, eyeing your white lace underwear like you were a present waiting to be unwrapped.

“You wear those just for me?” He traced the delicate pattern of the lace, and you held your breath, trying to ignore how even just the faint touch ignited you.

“They were all I could wear with how thin the fucking costume is.”

“It’s funny,” he whispered. “They always have the maiden wear white in the movies. To symbolize innocence. Virginity of sorts before they’re bitten.”

You would’ve glared at him if you could’ve. But his fingers traded the feather-light touch that made heat pool between your legs for a pointed, purposeful one. Up and down over your cunt, sighing as he felt just how soaked you were. Your head fell back against his shoulder; each graze of your clit was agony. The momentary touch relieved the pressure only to double it when his fingers dipped lower once more. You tried to move your hips against him, chasing what he wasn’t giving you. And what was worse, you weren’t even aware that you were trying to do it until his hold tightened and he held you in place.

“Yet here you are, the image of pure desperation and need.” He slapped your cunt and you jumped. “Fucking soaked from all talk. I can only imagine how badly you want to relieve that almost painful ache.”

You thought about wrenching yourself from Gojo’s grasp, but you’d taken the first drag of that cigarette. Your entire body was shaking with need.

“Touch yourself.”

It was a command. One that was spoken in a tone as cool as his skin. Yet it made the flames erupting over your body rise.

“Give me a show, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

You bit your cheek as you moved. Your hand trembled as you draped it between your legs. When you didn’t move immediately, Gojo placed his hand over yours and guided two fingers over your clit. You gasped when he drew your fingers in tight circles over your clit, chin resting on your shoulder, gaze hot.

“What?” He withdrew his hand, wrapping his fingers around your wrist, making sure you didn’t move. “You needed someone to show you how? C’mon, (Y/N), I know you’ve touched yourself while thinking about me. No need to be shy.”

Each wave of pleasure you brought yourself seemed to rock your body. Gojo’s eyes on you egged you on just as much as it made your nerves spike. You couldn’t find a pace; you couldn’t get your hand to stop shaking. You tried to grind against yourself, chasing the pleasure you desperately craved, but Gojo’s arm around your waist still kept you pinned. Whenever you’d find the spot that made your eyes roll, Gojo would pull your hand away, fingers digging into your veins, no doubt getting high off of how fast your heart was racing.

You had to quiet your mind each time it wandered to what you were doing, especially who you were doing it in front of, and just how intensely he was watching you.

“Tell me,” he murmured as he pulled your hand away from your cunt for what you counted as the sixth time. “Admit that you’ve thought about me while fucking yourself.”

Never. Not in a million years.

“Do it, and I’ll reward you by making you cum until you physically can’t anymore.” He let his fingers intertwine with yours, and only his freezing skin gave away his touch mixed in with yours. “It’s easy; it’s just a few words. Here, I’ll show you.”

He licked a long stripe up your neck until his mouth brushed your ear.

“I’ve thought about you while getting off.” The arm around your waist loosened, and his hand came up to your chest. “Thinking about these tits bouncing as you ride my cock. Taking me like the good girl I know you are. Begging for me to give you more. Begging for me to bite you.”

For the first time since he’d sat you on his lap, you turned to try and see him, but a hand on your chin kept you facing forward. He’d thought about you? Like that? You thought your heart was going to explode from your chest.

“Well,” you croaked out. “Fantasies tend to be about what you can’t have.”

He barked out a laugh, dipping his hand beneath your gown, your bra, until his fingers skimmed a nipple. You didn’t need to see them to know they were hard. You arched your back as he ran slow circles around it, matching the speed he’d set between your legs. He’d retreated a tad there, however, making sure it was only you who was touching you. Free of his iron hold, you rolled your hips and unapologetically ground against yourself. Bits of cold hit you, and you chased after those. You chased after him.

“(Y/N).” He pinched your nipple. “Look down at yourself. Grinding against your hand like a fucking lust-drugged bitch. Don’t think I won’t tie you up and go to the party myself, leaving you in the agony you created for yourself. Soaked. Aching. Too proud to ask me to touch you.”

“If we’re talking about pride-”

“I’ve already admitted it, baby,” he said, voice as sharp as his fangs. “I want to see that pretty pussy take my cock, feel it squeeze around my fingers as you cum. I want to hear every sound you make when I pull another orgasm from you, even after you tell me you can’t give me another one.”

You clamped your eyes shut and groaned, your entire body shaking as you fought the internal battle. It was all pointed spears and splintered shields. You lost. You won. You spat out the words with bitter anticipation.

“I have.” But you didn’t think it was enough. The half a second pause where Gojo didn’t move solidified that. “Multiple times.”

His mouth, pressed beneath your ear, curled into what you knew was a sickening smile.

“Good girl.”

He treated the top of your costume with the same attitude as the bottom, the sound of the fabric tearing almost as jarring as his cold touch. The cups of your bra were pushed down as his hand groped and teased. His other threw your hand aside, cast away to grab onto his thigh as he snaked it beneath your underwear. You sucked in a harsh breath as his fingers grazed your swollen clit. It felt like he held an ice cube against you, and you tried to jerk away.

“Nuh-uh,” he tsked and shook his head. “Stay put.”

A throated whine left you as he pinched your nipples, going out of his way to run his fingers between your folds so every inch felt the freezing temperature before he ran tight, harsh circles over your clit. You would’ve fallen from his lap had his legs not hooked over you and held you in place. It felt incredible. It felt like too much. He already had you on edge. The last six almosts had brought you close enough, but it was embarrassing how he already had you dancing like a puppet on his strings along the crumbling edge.

“Ask for it. If you want anything tonight, you have to ask for it.” His fingers ran tighter circles, and whatever smart response you had turned into a groan.

“Can I?”

“Can you what?”

You wanted to kill him.

“Can I cum?”

“Did I hear a please?”

You cursed under your breath. You weren’t sure why you were trying to hold off your high as Gojo’s fingers worked that merciless pace, not seeming to care that you were moments away from coming undone. But you wanted to please him. The thought made your blood boil.

“Can I please cum?”

He hummed in contemplation and you wanted to scream.

“Go ahead.” He cocked his head to the side, and you felt his eyes roam over your body. The feeling tipped you over the edge. You refused to cry out his name as you came harder than you’d ever cum before, body buzzing, head light and floaty, muscles tense and sore.

Before you’d even finished, your walls still clenching at nothing as the stars you saw still sparkled in your vision, he slipped two fingers into your cunt. Your legs kicked out as they scissored and curled and stretched you. Slender, sure, but they were long. He hit places you couldn’t without a toy, and Gojo fucking knew it too. Your toes curled, and you tried to hide your face in his neck. It made him snicker.

“We’re not done yet.” His thumb swept over your clit. “Not nearly.”

You felt too hot as his too-cold fingers fucked you. You felt yourself squeeze around him, and the swiftness of your second orgasm approaching nearly threw you. The bastard really knew how to get people off. No. He knew how to get you off. The way his fingers slid into a specific rhythm. This was just for you. A personal torture he’d give just to you.

“C-Can I?” You hated that you asked him without much thought.

“Oh, already?” As if he didn’t know. “I don’t know, you got there pretty quick. You sure you want to cum again already? I don’t plan on stopping after this. You’re cumming until I get every last drop outta you, (Y/N).”

“Please,” you screamed. You couldn’t stave it off anymore. And you hated how your body tingled with excitement at what Gojo would do as punishment if you came without permission.

“If you’re that desperate.” He scoffed and slowed his fingers. “Then take it from what I give you.”

You did. You weren’t sure if he was trying to ruin the orgasm or delay it or knew exactly what his slow curls would do. But he strung you out, hard. Never, not once had your second orgasm been better than the first. Not fucking once. Yet the bastard had your head thrown back, toes curling, riding wave after slow wave as he seemed to wrap the puppet strings around your limbs and pull. You nearly bit your tongue as you ground your teeth together, unable to do anything else as you came around his fingers.

You huffed. You weren’t sure you could give him any more, and he’d only made you cum twice. But his fingers only paused for half a beat before starting up again. You let out a strangled no as his hand on your chest went to your clit. It was too much. You squirmed, and he laughed. Laughed. Then pressed on harder, faster. Tears slipped down your cheeks, nails dug into his thighs, teeth captured your bottom lip to stop the sobs.

“P-Please.” Your third orgasm was knocking on the door, waiting to enter. Or leave. It was all too much. You weren’t sure if you were begging for him to stop or to keep going.

“Ask.”

You hoped the one word would be enough of a response.

“Cum?”

Gojo’s body shook with laugher. It wasn’t.

“Full sentences, (Y/N).” He pinched your clit.

“Gojo.”

He slapped your cunt.

“Full sentences.”

“Can I cum again, please?”

“Yes.”

He rode you through your high. It almost hurt, his fingers fucking your cunt and rubbing your clit. Your throat felt raw by the end, and you weren’t sure if you’d screamed or if it was an accumulation from the last two orgasms as well. His fingers stopped and you thought you were free. Until he lifted you, angled you up on your shaky legs, and you felt him undo the button of his pants.

“Do you want it?” He pulled the crotch of your underwear to the side, pressing his tip against your dripping folds.

You hated that you nodded.

“That’s my girl,” he said, and you burned as he spread your folds. He lingered there a moment, surely watching as you dripped onto his lap, before he lined himself up. His fingers dug into your hips as he guided you down, groaning as you stretched around him. He fucking filled you. But your gasp wasn’t just from how fucking huge he was. You’d thought his fingers were impossible to handle with the cold. His cock was like when you’d left your dildo in the freezer before fucking yourself on it.

Even when he was sheathed entirely inside you, he didn’t move. He found your clit--puffy, swollen, sore--and his thumb ran over it with lazy strokes.

Three times. He made you cum around his cock three times without even moving his hips. You were jelly in his arms, soaked in your own cum, tears, and sweat. And the rare glimpses he gave you of his face told you he was obsessed with this version of you. You couldn’t give him anymore. You’d said that the last two times, but you were wrung dry. You were sure if he moved his hips, you’d combust like a vampire from Buffy with a stake in its heart.

But you wanted him to fuck you. So badly. With every fiber of your being you wanted him to fuck you. You just couldn’t lift yourself up to be able to fall back down onto his cock.

And then his fangs scraped your skin for the hundredth time that night.

“Bite me,” you blurted out. You hadn’t meant to. You’d been trying to ask him to fuck you. A Freudian slip.

He stopped over your pulse point and pressed his fangs against you. Just enough to let you feel the sharp prick.

“Beg for it.”

“Please.” It hurt your throat to talk. Your voice crackled with each word. “Please bite me. Please, Satoru.”

“You can do better than that. C’mon. Beg.”

“Fuck.” You clamped your eyes shut. “Please, I need you to. I need to feel it. That damned ‘pure euphoria.’ It’s all I think about whenever you flash your fangs at me. Please, I need it. I need to know.”

He pressed his fangs harder against you. Scraped them against your skin until you felt a satisfying burn.

“I’m so tempted--so fucking tempted--to leave you like this. A teary mess, begging for something I won’t give you.” Dread coursed through you at the thought. Silently, you willed him to keep speaking. “But I know whether I bite you or not, you’ll be back for more.”

He bucked his hips.

“Because nobody will fuck you like I will.”

He bucked again as you cried out as an almost painful wave of pleasure crashed into you.

“Nobody will get you off as good as me.”

Then he bit you. A searing hot pain, like a cold brand, focused at your neck. You sobbed, but you weren’t sure if that was from the bite or the way Gojo looped an arm around you and slammed his hips against you mercilessly. You’d been bitten before, but just as soon as you tried to recall the memories, you were hit with something you'd never gotten from other vampires. It felt like a wall of liquid pleasure. Or, in Gojo’s wording, euphoria.

It was like he’d injected it directly into your veins, and you laughed. You choked on the sound as another sob followed it, but it felt so impossibly good. Like you were floating on a cloud. Like you were stuck in a permanent state of almost that just kept getting better and better. Like you were dancing on the edge that never crumbled, leading you to a plummet that, as you eyed it, was waiting for you with billowing snow to cushion the fall.

“C-Can I cum? Please, Gojo, can I cum?”

Your voice sounded unfamiliar as you spoke. You weren’t even entirely sure that you had until Gojo responded a few moments later, his thrusts rough.

“Yes.” It was an order.

And you followed it.

You heard your scream leave you as if it weren’t your own. It was like two hands shoved you off the edge as you plummeted down towards the snow. It swallowed you; claimed you like a riptide does an inexperienced swimmer. Those puppet strings that had bound themselves to you earlier tightened and pulled like a torture device. Delicious, rapturous torture. Then they snapped. Like stray worn threads.

You came around his cock for the fourth time that night.

You didn’t even realize he came until you felt his cum leak out of you as you blinked up at the ceiling, coming to.

Gojo gave you a moment to catch your breath before he pulled out, licking over the two puncture wounds on your neck as he righted your underwear, either not caring that his cum was leaking out of you or extremely aware. Most likely the latter.

He laid you on your side as he got up and righted himself, his costume, his hair. He smirked down at you, eyeing your torn costume, tear-stained cheeks, and tangled hair. He knelt beside his couch and scoffed.

“C’mon, (Y/N), we’re going to be late to Shoko’s party.”

i think the hottest look you can give someone after they commit acts of unspeakable violence is approval. like don't get me wrong if there's lust there too that's great, but staring at someone with gore dripping down their chin and coating their hands to the wrists with undisguised appraisal and admiration. maybe giving them a little nod as if to say 'well done'. THAT'S what says "yeah we're gonna fuck nasty later".

Y'all ever think about how Gale has daddy issues?

Y'all ever think about how Gale is very close to his mother?

Y'all ever think about how Gale deeply admires and respects his mother?

Y'all ever think about how Gale and Tara only talk about his mother, and not his father?

Y'all ever think about how the way Gale's father is seemingly, purposefully, never specifically mentioned implies that he walked out on Gale and Morena when Gale was young?

Y'all ever think about how Elminster was a young Gale's replacement father figure? (Gale was 8)

Y'all ever think about how Elminster, hopefully unintentionally, primed Gale for Mystra's grooming/abuse?

Y'all ever think about how Elminster used to be Mystra's lover?

Y'all ever think about how Gale was also Mystra's lover?

Y'all ever think about the fact that Gale knows Elminster used to be Mystra's lover?

Y'all ever think about how it was Elminster who told Gale that their ex-lover, and their literal goddess, wanted him to kill himself?

Y'all ever think about how the way Elminster told Gale their ex wanted him to kill himself was the Faerun equivalent of a video call?

Y'all ever think about how Elminster couldn't even be assed to deliver the "request" to Gale in person? (He used a simuclarion? Idk how to spell it, basically a shadow clone)

Y'all ever think about how Gale has never had a stable, healthy, normal, loving, relationship with a father figure?

Y'all ever think about how deeply and intensely Gale feels his emotions and feelings?

Y'all ever think about how Gale says he thinks he'd make a horrible father?

Y'all ever think about why Gale thinks that he wouldn't be a good father?

Y'all ever speculate on how Gale's reluctance to see himself in a paternal role might have something to do with everything mentioned above?

Because I do.